Review the Open Mic night on your blog. What did you find interesting, engaging, entertaining, or surprising? How did you feel about your performance? What improvements could you recommend for future Open Mic nights?
So I did it!
When I found out that the whole class had to speak at open mic night, I went into shock because it was something I had never done before. I always thought about going to open mic nights but never imagined actually reading at one. What i found most interesting is what most people read. People read on a variety of different things. This variety of things is what made it entertaining and engaging. The open issue I had was trying to hear. Since there was other people in the same area as us, it was hard to hear over them. Despite contrary belief I wasn't nervous, until I was on stage and was on the sixth out of ten lines. After I finished, I was actually a bit upset that I stumbled across some words. The only improvements I could think of is to change the venue. Then it could make it easier to hear. Also to maybe broadcast the message of open mic night more so more people could come. I would definitely recommend open mic night and come to more that are planned.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Before you two, my whole Life was A capella.
This Blog is to give a special shout out to, two of my favorite people in like, the world. You should read because I'm sure you may be surprised!
My senior year of highschool, everyone would talk about what college they would go to, what they were majoring in and what they plan on doing with their lives. As for me, I had really no plans. I knew I would be attending U of M-Dearborn, with a bittersweet thanks to Wade McGree but, as far as a major, I was majorly undecided. As a matter of fact, I wasn't even undecided, I had no idea what I wanted to do. I have never been good at anything except for speeding and getting tickets and texting and I can't get a degree in either of those. So fall of 2009 I would be just another misguided ghost, wondering the dearborn campus. Not having anything to look forward to as far as a career, I did have any motivation. I attended class and did what I did. I didn't really apply myself as much as I should because, for what? The one class I did actually look forward to going to was my comp class with Professor P.F. Potvin. I always enjoyed my Englishes class in high school but who was to think I would enjoy my English class in college? Well I fell in love with this comp class and actually looked forward to attending every class, and I actually did all my assignment (as far as I'm concerned, lol).
Since I was engaging in class like a student should, I actually excelled and to my surprise, I actually had some type of talent. I can still remember when Professor P.F. Potvin told me I had somewhat of a gift for writing. His simple compliment actually gave me hope for the future and got me even more excited about future assignments for the class. He gave me hope for my life because I literally had no hope for myself. Then the last day came and the class came to a close. Not only did I learn basic comp, but I made friends, earn an A and discovered a side of myself I had taken advantage of all through out highschool.
But whats next after my favorite comp class is over?
This is funny because I was suppose to have a different professor for this class but on the first day of class, this lovely, bubbly women walked in and told us she would be teaching out class this quarter: Comp 105 with Professor Kristi Stewart (spelled it right that time! =]) Who happens to be none other than the office mate with the Great Professor P.F.!
Professor K. Stewart and I and actually met a time before when I was trying to drop off an assignment to professor P.F. during the time of when I was in his comp class. I remember she was very nice to me as I waited outside their office of about an hour. I remember saying that I liked her because of how polite she was to this random guy wandering into her office. Who would of knew that she would be the next person to inspire me.
On our first essay assignment, she wrote "What Great potential you have DeAndre!" which reassured me what Professor P.F. had told me the past semester. After a couple essay into the class she made another comment about how I have a strong writers voice and how she can tell a paper is mine because of it. She also asked me what my major was and when I told her I was undecided, she told me that I would become an English major, she was sure of it.
But during the winter semester of 2010, I had fallen off with my school work. I grew even more lazy than I was in the past, procrastination was my best friend and lover. I was still infected with "senior-itis" even though I graduated may 2009. I have no where, where I could fully focus on my work. I was distracted b almost EVERYTHING. I put off things that could have made my life better, for some dinner at Applebees. I have so much self-pity for myself, I had in a way, given up.I was struggling with issues in my life and it put on display through my school work. So I decided that I NEED to go away to for school, to re-group, focus and experience different things to help me grow as a person and learn as a student. I fell behind in my creative writing class with the Great P.F. Potvin and I found myself skipping because I could dare face the one man that actually believed in me. I also did mediocre in the Amazing Professor Stewart's class, which made it hard for me to face the one women who is trying to help direct me down the right path in this mess of a journey we call life.
Before you two, my whole life was a capella.
I had no direction,
no drive, determination,
nothing to look forward to,
no skills to brag about.
So with this blog I would like to apologize to both Professor P.F. Potvin and Professor Kristi Stewart, for making you believe in me and then taking that belief away as I scampered around trying to find myself. And I would also like to Thank you both for believing in me when I didn't even believe in myself. You both are more than great professor, but extraordinary people and if I had to write a letter of recommendation for either one of you, it would be a BOOK. And NO, I'm not blogging about these magnificent Professors for any type of extra credit, I just really felt to need to tell the world, or the couple of people that read my blog about how thankful I am for them. They as well as other staff at U of M-Dearborn deserve a raise!!
With All the Love a student can have for a professor,
DeAndre Dean
&please excuse my spelling and grammar, for this is a blog! =]
My senior year of highschool, everyone would talk about what college they would go to, what they were majoring in and what they plan on doing with their lives. As for me, I had really no plans. I knew I would be attending U of M-Dearborn, with a bittersweet thanks to Wade McGree but, as far as a major, I was majorly undecided. As a matter of fact, I wasn't even undecided, I had no idea what I wanted to do. I have never been good at anything except for speeding and getting tickets and texting and I can't get a degree in either of those. So fall of 2009 I would be just another misguided ghost, wondering the dearborn campus. Not having anything to look forward to as far as a career, I did have any motivation. I attended class and did what I did. I didn't really apply myself as much as I should because, for what? The one class I did actually look forward to going to was my comp class with Professor P.F. Potvin. I always enjoyed my Englishes class in high school but who was to think I would enjoy my English class in college? Well I fell in love with this comp class and actually looked forward to attending every class, and I actually did all my assignment (as far as I'm concerned, lol).
Since I was engaging in class like a student should, I actually excelled and to my surprise, I actually had some type of talent. I can still remember when Professor P.F. Potvin told me I had somewhat of a gift for writing. His simple compliment actually gave me hope for the future and got me even more excited about future assignments for the class. He gave me hope for my life because I literally had no hope for myself. Then the last day came and the class came to a close. Not only did I learn basic comp, but I made friends, earn an A and discovered a side of myself I had taken advantage of all through out highschool.
But whats next after my favorite comp class is over?
This is funny because I was suppose to have a different professor for this class but on the first day of class, this lovely, bubbly women walked in and told us she would be teaching out class this quarter: Comp 105 with Professor Kristi Stewart (spelled it right that time! =]) Who happens to be none other than the office mate with the Great Professor P.F.!
Professor K. Stewart and I and actually met a time before when I was trying to drop off an assignment to professor P.F. during the time of when I was in his comp class. I remember she was very nice to me as I waited outside their office of about an hour. I remember saying that I liked her because of how polite she was to this random guy wandering into her office. Who would of knew that she would be the next person to inspire me.
On our first essay assignment, she wrote "What Great potential you have DeAndre!" which reassured me what Professor P.F. had told me the past semester. After a couple essay into the class she made another comment about how I have a strong writers voice and how she can tell a paper is mine because of it. She also asked me what my major was and when I told her I was undecided, she told me that I would become an English major, she was sure of it.
But during the winter semester of 2010, I had fallen off with my school work. I grew even more lazy than I was in the past, procrastination was my best friend and lover. I was still infected with "senior-itis" even though I graduated may 2009. I have no where, where I could fully focus on my work. I was distracted b almost EVERYTHING. I put off things that could have made my life better, for some dinner at Applebees. I have so much self-pity for myself, I had in a way, given up.I was struggling with issues in my life and it put on display through my school work. So I decided that I NEED to go away to for school, to re-group, focus and experience different things to help me grow as a person and learn as a student. I fell behind in my creative writing class with the Great P.F. Potvin and I found myself skipping because I could dare face the one man that actually believed in me. I also did mediocre in the Amazing Professor Stewart's class, which made it hard for me to face the one women who is trying to help direct me down the right path in this mess of a journey we call life.
Before you two, my whole life was a capella.
I had no direction,
no drive, determination,
nothing to look forward to,
no skills to brag about.
So with this blog I would like to apologize to both Professor P.F. Potvin and Professor Kristi Stewart, for making you believe in me and then taking that belief away as I scampered around trying to find myself. And I would also like to Thank you both for believing in me when I didn't even believe in myself. You both are more than great professor, but extraordinary people and if I had to write a letter of recommendation for either one of you, it would be a BOOK. And NO, I'm not blogging about these magnificent Professors for any type of extra credit, I just really felt to need to tell the world, or the couple of people that read my blog about how thankful I am for them. They as well as other staff at U of M-Dearborn deserve a raise!!
With All the Love a student can have for a professor,
DeAndre Dean
&please excuse my spelling and grammar, for this is a blog! =]
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