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Is it Really Plagiarism if it's Your Work?

This week we had three prompt options to choose from that included: "Make a poem out of newspaper headlines" or "Plagiarize yourself. Find an old piece of writing, cut it up, rearrange it, and past it here." or "Make a collage from items in your wastebasket [or steal scraps from someone else's wastebasket.]" This week I had a hard time choosing between all three of the prompts because they were all very intriguing. The prompt I ended up choosing to do was "Plagiarize yourself. Find an old piece of writing, cut it up, rearrange it, and past it here." I chose this prompt because I find it odd that one can plagiarize oneself but I guess it's possible and I wanted to try it for myself. I thought plagiarizing myself would be the easiest thing in the world. I was wrong. I found it more difficult than taking things offline and citing them. I did not want to break my own line of thinking in my original paper but for the sake of this prompt I ...

"What are you hoarding for yourself that could be shared with others?"

I find myself challenged with the prompts every week. I found this weeks prompts, "What are you hoarding for yourself that could be shared with others?" and "Who do you feel are your competitors? Could you turn them into collaborators? How?" to be the most challenging so far. The prompt I chose to do was "What are you hoarding for yourself that could be shared with others?" I did not write anything long or elaborate on this page because I find myself keeping what I wrote on this page to myself often. I wrote four words on this page, "My thoughts or feelings."  Growing up I was always afraid to speak out in fear of being rejected even though my dad always told me to stand up for what I believe in even if no one else does. It has always bothered me that I always kept quiet because some conversations I have been apart of in high school would really fire me up. Instead of saying anything I would simply nod or say, "alright" and walk...

I was a Mother at 18.

This week we had the option to choose between two prompts: "Make up a really good lie about yourself to tell a stranger. Invent a story to back it up." or "Make a mixtape for someone who doesn't know you." As usual, I found both prompts intriguing and I am interested to hear the different mixtapes people made if anyone in class chose that prompt, but I chose the prompt "Make up a really good lie to tell a stranger. Invent a story to back it up." My lie is, I was a mother at 18. At 18, you think you know everything. You tell your parents, "I'm legally an adult, you can't tell me what to do!" If it is not that then it is something similar. You think you are your own boss and are mature enough to make your own decisions. I also thought this at 18, or at least I did until I was forced to make decisions for someone other than myself. Someone who was helpless, who relied on me to care for them and have their best interests in mind. At...