End of Fall Semester

It is the last week of classes which means the semester is over. It went by so fast. It was too fast. It seems like just last week we were in mid semester break. I can already feel the stress of the last 2 weeks in school. Papers were due which were really fun to write. I also had group presentations which I also enjoyed doing. I think I learned a lot by just doing the research from these presentations. I’m really enjoyed all my classes this semester and I feel I am going to miss them very much. One of the classes I really enjoyed was my English class. I really liked it because the topics were really interesting. I lived learning about human rights issues. I think I liked that subject the most because learning it made me feel aware. This topic didn’t just educate me; it also motivated me to do something about these issues. My last writing assignment has to do with pandemics and I really liked doing the research for it. I’m really proud of that essay. I feel aware about this topic. I almost want to publish it so that everyone can read it. Ha-ha. I’m sad they are coming to an end but I know it’s a good thing because it means a new semester is coming. Now, the holidays are coming.

Women in History and the Arts Conference

On Monday, December 1st we had the Women in History and the Arts in my school. For my English class I was part of a group presenting in this conference. Being that I’m shy, I was extremely nervous. I knew there were going to be more people than in my classes along with other professors there to watch us and almost wanted to quit. Still, I decided to continue with the group. Our topic was human trafficking because we found it really interesting during class. Since it’s a women’s conference we decided to base it mainly on women. (Even though it also happens to men and children.) We decided to talk about the meaning of human trafficking, the effects, real stories, and organizations that help these women. My part was to talk about the physical and emotional effects trafficking cause to these women. It was really interesting. I really liked the stories my teammates chose. When we showed up there wasn’t many people there but I still kept getting nervous as the minutes passed. When the times came to present I took a deep breath and just went on. The information was good and the stories were attention grabbing. I think we worked fairly well together and I hope it showed. I don’t want to say we did great because I don’t know how good or bad it was. Either way, I think it was an informative presentation and I hope the audience enjoyed it.

First Time at Alexandria House

As I mentioned before in my previous blog, I was really looking forward to volunteering at Alexandria House. I was however, pretty nervous. I didn’t know what to expect. I felt a little lost. As I walked in I thought nobody would be there to help. As I walked into the living room of the house I found Lady. Lady is the person I will be helping the next couple of weeks. She seemed really nice. We were introduced and talked for a little bit. After we got to learn about each other it was time to work. We pulled out her homework and started reviewing. In the beginning I thought it would be different to work with adults than working with children. As I sat there helping I didn’t notice that much of a difference. I still has the same feeling, that of being helpful, as I do when I am with children. I tried helping her as much as I could. I even plan on taking extra material for her to use and improve herself. As the class was coming to an end, she began to thank me countless times. It really meant a lot to me. I was really happy to be a part of her improvement. I plan on making it easier for her. It’s unfortunate that I don’t get to work with her a little bit longer because the end of the semester is in 2 weeks but I plan to make the best of it.

I Voted!

On November 4th 2008 we all made history! It wasn't my first time voting but I was really excited! Either way, we were going to make history. Now, we, as a nation, have elected the first African American president. It is historical. I was coming out of my yoga class when they had just announced it. it was really exciting. I heard one girl say, "I never thought I'd live to see this day," and that's when it hit me. This is something we have all been waiting for. Change and proof that anything is possible. It something that people have been fighting for years. Something that thanks to people like Rosa Parks and Martin Luther King Jr. allowed to happen with their courageous acts. I also heard in the news that in this election 82% of the people who were registered voted. It was a new record. In my sociology class I read this quote that really touched me. This was said by the rapper Jay-Z “Rosa Parks sat so that Martin Luther King could walk. Martin Luther King walked so that Obama could run. Obama’s running so that we all can fly.” This it a very inspirational and emotional quote and I really liked it. I also heard in the news that in this election 82% of the people who were registered voted which is a new record. I am really happy and proud to have been part of this election. I guess thanks to all those who also voted this day.

AIDS Pandemic: Free Write

Doing my research I found that one of the most successful countries in battling AIDS is Brazil. Some of the reasons why Brazil is successful is because of the programs and organizations they have. An example of these programs ABIA. ABIA fights for treatments and the human rights of the people who have IADS They are also responsible for campaigns about prevention and mentoring programs. The government has also helped. They make sure that the treatment is available. They also consider human rights and make sure that no discrimination against HIV positive people. On the other hand, Zimbabwe is not doing so well. The government does very little to reduce the AIDS pandemic. They opened an organization but wasn’t as successful. It is mostly because of lack of recourses. The president Government officials also have priority to treatment causing the rest of the population to hardly get any. Zimbabwe’s population has decreased by 4 million people between 2002 and 2006. Because of the AIDS pandemic the life expectancy for women is only 34 years. This is the lowest life expectancy in the world. Because of this Zimbabwe will greatly benefit from policies like those of Brazil. If the government adapts these policies the population of Zimbabwe can positively change and better. There can be a decrease in the death rate and an increase in the number of people living here.

Almost There

I can't believe we are half way through the semester already! Last week we came back from our semester break and the week went by way too fast! There are midterms, papers, presentations, all the fun parts of the semester due in the following weeks. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be though. I actually enjoyed writing the papers and the midterms weren't that bad. I just hope I did well. I actually received a notice of academic difficulty but fortunately it was a mistake. I was so scared but relieved to find out I had the "missing assignments." So far, I really enjoy my classes this semester. They are so much fun and they are encouraging me to try new things. For example this English class, I like the fact that we get to do service learning. It's something new and I can't wait to go because I enjoy working and helping others. Another class I enjoy is Sociology. I enjoy learning all the new concepts and applying them to real life. It is so much fun! I can't believe we are almost done. I already met with my advisor to figure out my schedule for next semester and advisement week is around the corner. Things are moving a little to fast but it's a good feeling to know I'm getting things done. I would really like to make it to Dean's List this semester. Hopefully things keep going this way. That way I can really enjoy my winter break.

Alexandria House

I still haven't attended Alexandria House because I'm scheduled to attend on November 22nd, 26th and December 6th. I am however really excited to go. Even though I'm a shy person and I still like trying new things and I'm open to new experiences. I'm a little nervous because I know I will be working with adults at Alexandria House and I haven't really worked with adults before. I have worked with children and I’m not an expert but I have an idea of what to expect. In working with these children I have also experienced working with their parents. It is a little different because they are older than I am and it feels weird having to talk to them about their children. I also know that all adults are different and have different personalities so it’s not like I know what to expect. It is going to be a little weird “teaching” a person who is older than I am because I’m not used to it. I’m only used to children and even that is weird because they are not that far from my age. I am willing to give it a try. I want to help women in need and feel like I can make at least a small difference in their life. I heard that some of these women come form difficult pasts and I want to help them create a better future for themselves. Over all, I hope Alexandria house brings new experiences and learning opportunities.

Critical Debate

Wow! We had our critical debate on Wednesday and it was hard! Before the debate I was in the middle. I didn't know how much globalization was hurting or helping the world. I did have an idea because of the previous essay but I was still a bit confused. I wasn’t sure which were my strongest points that I wanted to use in the debate. I also wasn’t sure of what position I wanted to stand in. Luckily my professor made the choice. In the debate, I was placed in the Cons team. I thought it was going to be easy to do this task but it wasn't. I have to give props to the pro team because they had some strong points. I know they probably didn’t agree with what they said like me, but they did a great job. I think we pointed out some strong points as well. I think both teams had strong points and over all it was a good debate. We did go at it for a couple of minutes during the open forum but it was really interesting. It was like every girl was really passionate about what she was saying. I think this was also a personal challenge because I am a shy person and blush just thinking about talking in front of a crowd. I was scared that I might get stuck and not being able to speak. I was also afraid that what I wanted to say was going to be misinterpreted or misunderstood. Over all I think it was a learning experience, which are always good.

The new topic for my English class is Human rights and human trafficking. It is very interesting. It's weird how some people believe that slavery was completely abolished at the end of the Civil War. Slavery still exists in human trafficking. Human trafficking involves men, women and children from any part of the world. It is very sad to learn the conditions in which they live and work in. I also think it is unfair that these children are deprived from their child hoods. They don’t get to enjoy life like every child should. As a woman it hurts to know all different types of things women across the world go through every day. It makes me feel fortunate to have what I have. It makes me see things very differently. I am also angered to learn these things. It’s really sad for me to learn that there are people being mistreated harshly every day. It makes me want to do something about it. I wish that with this lesson I could learn ways to support them. I also want to learn how to educate and inform people about this issue. I want to help them become aware of this issue and hopefully help them do something about this issue. Like they say, power in numbers. This is what I hope to learn and gain from this new topic if possible even more than this.

Writing Assignmet #2 Free Write

Personally I don't believe technological globalization benefits or enriches countries. I feel like it's good that developing countries are building computer centers but is it really to the townspeople advantage? It seems like the only people that benefit from globalization is the people from the 1st world. They are the only ones that can afford such places sometimes. Unfortunately some people from these developing countries are illiterate. This means they can't use computers and such things. Globalization can also threaten cultural identities. Some people are used to performing daily tasks without the use of technology. They simply seem to not need it. for example the fisherman who heard about a system that measures waves and lets you know where a group of fish would be. He says that even if he were to use this system he doesn't have the appropriate equipment to get to the location of the fish. If anything the 1st world can steal this fisherman's fish with the equipment they can afford. I still think they should open centers in developing countries because it also provides a source of knowledge for the people in such countries. It can expand their knowledge if they wanted to. It can make them better educated and this can lead to better lives for them. I'm pretty much fifty-fifty on this. I feel both worlds can benefit but in the long run it still threatens developing countries' people.

Proust Questionairre

What is your idea of perfect happiness?
* Being surrounded by the people I care about and care about me. A place where love is all there is.

What is your greatest fear?
*Heights

Which living person do you admire the most?
*Dad

What is your favorite journey?
* Life itself

Which living person do you despise the most?
* Peace please!

What is your most marked characteristic?
* I'm pretty friendly

Who are your favorite writers?
* I love James Patterson! I also like reading diaries (fiction/non fiction) anything about life.

Becoming Who I am: Experiences and Challenges

Who am I? Before, I didn’t know how to answer this question. Thanks to certain events I learned there is so much more to me than meets the eye. I believe I am who I am because of my personal experiences and challenges. Without them I wouldn’t be the person I am today because these events helped me grow and learn about myself.

My name is Daisy. I was born in Los Angeles California on May 5, 1989 at exactly 6:47 a.m. As a toddler I was kind of chubby with really short hair and bangs that covered my eyes. I learned to walk when I was only ten months young and my mom says I looked like a walking toy doll. She says this because I was so small; I could barely walk and used to wear puffy dresses. My mom also tells me I was the type of child who liked to explore new things. I used to do things I wasn’t supposed to, like playing with the wall plugs or jumping from the bed to the couch. I still remember the time I fell off the bed when I wasn’t able to make it to the couch. I jumped but my foot slipped and fell face first on the old, brown couch. My lip began to bleed and I had one of my first long lectures. As a child, I was definitely an adventurer which was fine but I had to know my limits. Falling on my face helped me realize that it was OK to do certain things but I had to learn my limits for my own good.

As I entered school I realized I was two different people. At home I was always happy. I felt comfortable to do anything I wanted. I wasn’t afraid to talk and speak my mind. At school, I was different. At school I was someone else. I was shy and had few friends. I was an average student. I wasn’t the best but I wasn’t the worse either. I feel like I was two Daisy’s. One was the spontaneous Daisy I was at home and the other, was the quiet Daisy I was at school. In later years I learned to combine the two Daisy’s into one. I think one of the reason’s I was able to do this was my friend Yessenia. Some people thought we were sisters. I think we might resemble each other because we were about the same size and height. We also had small dark eyes and long dark hair. I feel like she helped me see my true colors. I learned that I was friendly, funny and smart in my own way. Most important I learned to combine both Daisy’s into one. I turned from being a shy girl to being a friendly girl who talked to anyone and everyone at school.

I’m also a person who learns from challenges rather than be defeated by them. One of my toughest challenges occurred in my senior year. Everything seemed fine; I was busy with school and work and I spent a lot of time with my friends. For some reason not everything was fine with me. I couldn’t sleep at night, I wasn’t hungry most of the time and I was always crying for practically no reason. There were days when I just wanted to disappear, to vanish and to just forget about everything and everyone. I later learned I was suffering from depression. It was a scary situation for me. I felt empty inside. I had no feelings. I just wanted to be alone but even that would scare me at times. Luckily, I had the right people by my side. I had my family, friends and boyfriend who helped me through it all. I was able to recover from this melancholy feeling thanks to their support and their ability to show me how much I’m worth. They taught me that life is worth living even when things don’t go the right way whatever that may be. Up until today, I still don’t know what triggered my depression and quite frankly I don’t care. What I do know and is that I’m glad this happened. Why? You may ask yourself, because it helped me see things differently. I learned to appreciate what I have and helped me see how much the people around me really do care about me.

At this point of my life, I play many roles and enjoy many things. In the mornings, I am a freshmen student at Mount St. Mary’s College. In the afternoons I’m a Staff member at Leo Politi Elementary were I love working. I love my students even though they give me head aches almost every day. At home, I’m an older sister trying to set a good example for her younger brother Luis. I’m a daughter, who gives her parents gray hairs but loves them to death. Today, I’m not afraid to be who I am. I enjoy making people happy. I’m obsessed with unicorns. I love listening to music and sing my little heart out when no one is listening. I enjoy long conversations in the middle of the night. I’m still an adventurer. I love the outdoors during the summer. I love spending time with my loved ones, my family, friends and my boyfriend.

Who am I? I am Daisy, a sister, a daughter, a student, a tutor. I am a person that learns from experience. I am short, witty, smart, messy haired, lazy, bubbly unicorn lover. I’m not afraid to be who I am where ever I am. I’m also anxious, anxious to experience more events that will teach me more about myself.

Experimenting who we are

In the essay “A Clack of Tiny Sparks: Remembrances of a Gay Boyhood” by Bernard Cooper, the author narrates the story of how he tried to change his sexuality because he thought his was wrong. To do this he came up with an experiment to help him like girls instead of boys. He tested he experiment and the results weren’t surprising. His results proved to me that we have to accept ourselves for who we are.

After having a conversation with his mom, the narrator believed he longing for boys was wrong. Weeks after, the narrator plotted a plan that would help him change his longing for boys and turn it into a longing for girls. The opportunity came when he was invited to a “make-out” party. He experimented with different girls but all he could think of was Grady, the boy he had a crush on. I think the important message in this story is we should not try to change the way we are just because it’s wrong in other people’s eyes. We have to be honest with ourselves and accept the way we are. As long as we are comfortable in our own skin, it doesn’t matter what other people think.

In this essay, Bernard Cooper tells us the story of how he tried to change his sexuality. Later, he confesses he regrets denying his sexuality when asked if he was a fag. The message in this story is that we need to learn to be confident in our own skin. We shouldn’t hide who we are but instead be proud of whom we really are.

Pleasure and Challenges

As I read the excerpt “Learning to read and write” I found a couple of things that pleased me. Two things that pleased me from this excerpt was the way Frederick Douglass learned to read and write. Frederick was witty enough to take advantage of every opportunity he had to make it a learning experience.

When Frederick Douglass was sent to run errands, he always brought a book with him. I was very pleased in reading this because it shows how important it was for him to learn to read. He knew how important it was to read that he took advantage of all the time he had to teach himself to read. I was also pleased because he was only a slave but it didn’t stop him from trying. He tried to become someone better and his slave condition didn’t tie him down.  I also liked how he used little white boys as teachers because it shows how witty he really is. Even though learning to read was an accomplishment for Frederick it also became a curse. He learned many things that really pained him about slavery. I liked how he was able to surpass the negative and focus on all the positive knowledge he gained from reading. I was also pleased to learn how he also learned to write.

Another thing that pleased me was the technique he used to learn to write. I liked how he tricked other boys to teach him new letters. He would write the only letters he knew and asked other boys to top what Frederick had just written. Then, the other little boys would write other letters and all Frederick had to do was watch and learn. I also like how he proves that dictionaries can be used for other purposes instead of just for definitions.

While reading this excerpt “Learning to read and write” I learned many things that pleased me. I learned that Frederick Douglass used his free time and turned it into a lesson. This pleased me because he taught me that there is always a positive side even in the worse scenarios. Another thing that pleased me was his ability to turn other little boys into teachers.

Beautiful Uniqueness

In the story “Plaits” from The Mee Street Chronicles by Frankie Lennon the narrators writes about images of beauty and obsession with hair back in her day. She explains this through a personal experience she had as a young girls.

As a young girl, the only thins the narrator wanted was to have hair like Shirley Temple. Instead of having Shirley Temple curls, she felt she had hair that made her look like Topsy. She was fascinated by Shirley Temple because she was what all the other little girls wanted to be. Everybody thought Shirley Temple had the entire “package.” She was cute, polite, famous and had the most shiny and silky curls. She was just perfect.

Females now-a-days seem to compare themselves to celebrities because they seem to have the perfect image. It seems that American women are programmed to believe that the people they see in magazines is the way everyone should look like. American woman seem to compare themselves to Lindsey Lohan Or Angelina Jolie who are pretty, have talent, and have awesome hair. In reality this is not true because even these celebrities don’t look that way.

Women seen to always worry about what they look like. They always look up to movie start and wish they had their image. In her day, the narrator aspired to have hair like Shirley Temple because she was a cute and “perfect” movie star. The truth is that nobody is perfect. Nobody should try to look like anybody else because our personal appearance is what makes us unique and we should be proud of that.

Don't Trip

People all over the word speak different languages but in every language there are sub categories. English is the language that I speak the most, but there are two different sub dialects I speak depending on the situation. These two dialects are Ghetto English and proper English.

When I’m with my friends I talk Ghetto English. Ghetto English is a dialect, if you will, spoken by young people from the streets. In this particular dialect we break some grammar rules of English. A very popular phrase is “We is going to the movies,” where we substitute the proper word are for the word is. Another rule we break in this dialect are the meanings of certain words. On example of this is the word trip. In regular English trip means to stumble or tilt, but in ghetto talk this word has a different meaning. If I’m talking to a friend and I say “Don’t trip” what I’m really saying is “Don’t worry.” I remember the first time my dad heard me telling my brother “Don’t trip,” my dad thought my brother was actually tripping. I just laughed because I knew he didn’t understand what I really meant. I didn’t even bother trying to explain. For this reason, I only speak ghetto when I’m with my peers.

When I’m at work I speak a different dialect. I work with children which is why I must speak proper English. When I’m at work, I no longer say “Don’t trip,” instead I say “Don’t worry.” I have to make sure I speak proper English because I don’t want my students to pick up any bad habits as they’re learning to speak English fluently. I also communicate with their parents, so I have to make sure I speak like a professional and talk correct English. Some parents don’t speak English and that’s where my Spanish kicks in. Anyway, when we have meetings at work, I love talking in English. I feel like it’s my time to show off my impressive vocabulary. Sometimes I feel like I shock people with my conversations and I love that feeling.

Over all, I feel like I speak 3 different languages. I speak Spanish when I’m at home because that’s how I communicate with my parents and family. When I’m at work, I speak proper English. I use impressive vocabulary words in order to show my professionalism. When I’m with my friends, everything changes. I speak Ghetto with my friends because that’s the way we learned to communicate. I can speak any type of English but I just need to learn when and where it is appropriate to speak a certain dialect. I can do this so I have nothing to trip about.

Frightening

In the story “No Escape” from The Mee Street Chronicles by Frankie Lennon the narrator finds herself in a scary situation as a child. As she faces this situation she demonstrates different character traits.

As a young child, Frankie faced a frightening situation that demonstrated her brave and courageous character. I see her as brave and strong because she encouraged herself to keep walking through the dark when she didn’t even know what kind of things she was going to find. Although she mentions her godfairy mother as her encouragement, in reality she is her godfary mother. She is the encouraging her self to be brave and walk through the dark forest. This behavior makes me see the character as brave and courageous because not a lot of three-year-olds are brave enough to walk through the darkness specially when there is a heavy storm outside.

I also see the narrator as an adventurous and curious child. I think that besides trying to find her parents she took this situation and turned into and adventure where she had to make it to the end as a survivor. She recreated her own version of Hansel and Gretel where she wanted to be like Gretel and cross the witch’s forest in her bedroom. She also had her godfairy mother who helped her through this situation. Her godfairy mother was the one who told her “Be like Gretel” and encouraged her to keep going until she reached the kitchen. This also shows how creative the narrator is because of her ability to make a connection of the story with her real life situation.

Personally, I can relate to this story because I also experienced a similar situation as the narrator did. I was about five-years old when I woke up one morning in an empty room all alone in my bed. I panicked! “Where are Mami and Papi?” I asked myself. They never leave me alone in my room. I always wake up next to them. “Where did they go that they didn’t take me? I began to wonder where they had gone and why didn’t they wake me up? Had they abandoned me? Why would they do this to me?” I thought to myself. Tears covered my eyes as these horrible thoughts came to my head. I was just so scared my legs couldn’t even move. Tears turned into sobs as I finally gained the courage to get off my bed and look for my parents. They were definitely not in their bedroom. I checked the kitchen, the bedrooms and living room and nothing. The house was empty! I was so terrified I didn’t even know what to do. All I remember doing was turning into a little ball in the middle of the room as I cried and cried. After a couple of minutes I heard the door knob turning. I rushed to the door and found my parents walking in with plastic bags in their hands. They had gone grocery shopping and decided not to wake me up because it was too early in the morning. I sighed. All they wanted was for me to sleep. They didn’t want to abandon me like I thought earlier. They loved me! They apologized and took me out for breakfast.

5-year-old tantrum

I usually don’t hate people or things but lately there have been a lot of things that irritate me. One of the many things I hate right now is the weather.

I hate how cold it is in the morning when I ‘m waiting for the bus all by myself. I hate that it’s cold during the day because I’m always shivering. I hate how cold it is at night after I take a shower. I hate how the sun randomly comes out when I’m wearing a big, thick sweater. I hate having to wear thick sweaters because I feel uncomfortable. I hate carrying umbrellas on days you think is going to rain but it doesn’t. Sometimes I even hate rainy days because there is nothing to do and nothing to watch on T.V. I hate that we still have two more months until spring begins.

I also hate Mondays because it’s the beginning of another working and busy week. I hate having to go to sleep early on Sundays to wake up early on Mondays. Heck, I hate sleeping and waking up early every weekday! I hate that I’m always running late in the mornings. I hate how I always forget something because I’m running late. I hate my hair in the mornings because it never cooperates with the style I want therefore I always look like a mess.

Another thing I hate is the fact that I get paid every month. I hate it because I’m always broke. I hate being broke every three weeks. I hate right now because I still have to buy many books for school when all I want is to buy shoes, bags and clothes. I hate talking to my boyfriend for 20 minutes when in reality all I want is to talk with him for hours. I hate that he works because he is always busy. I hate not knowing when I’m going to see him again. I hate waiting until he becomes available. I hate the feeling of being alone. I hate how busy I am. I hate that there is never time to do the things I want to do. Things like, hanging out with my friends, going shopping, or going out to dinner with my boyfriend. I hate that I hate these things. It makes me feel like a 5-year-old having a tantrum. But hey, we all have our moments.

Unexpected Holidays

This year, I was determined to have the best Holiday break ever. I thought I would get a lot of awesome gifts and party on New Years. Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned. Although I had fun, I wasn’t content at the end of my Holiday break.


My first disappointment occurred on Christmas. Anyone who has a significant other should be able to understand me. I have a boyfriend and us girls, well; we tend to wish for the most romantic thing on Christmas. Before the day, I had everything planned out in my head. My boyfriend would surprisingly come to my house to give me my Christmas gift. I would open the door to reveal myself in my new, sparkly black dress that would have him dumbfounded. As he walked inside, he would give me the tiny, pretty box in his pocket. I would open it and find the most beautiful necklace that from that day, I will wear forever. Then again, this was only my imagination. Christmas came and he didn’t come to my house and he didn’t give me a present. Well he did, but it wasn’t the pretty necklace I wanted. This was disappointing because I really wanted him to give me something thoughtful like every other boyfriend does. It also made me feel a little sad because it made me feel like I wasn’t special to him. That’s why the rest of the week I spent it upset.

I was also upset during the Holiday break because I spent the most boring New Year’s Eve ever. The previous year I had attended a New Year’s party where I danced the night away. This year I stayed at home with my family which wasn’t bad but it just wasn’t a party. I had to eat in order to stay awake. My friends would call me to go to a club but it was just impossible for m parents to let me go. It was so irritating because I was sure they would let me go since I am already 18. Instead, for some weird and unfair reason, they didn’t! It was so upsetting having to ring in the New Year in my bed. I hope that saying “ring in the new year the way you want to end it” isn’t true. If it is then I will be bored in my bed wishing I was out partying for the rest of 2008.

The 2007 Holidays were not what I had expected. I wanted pretty gifts and a good party to be at. Unfortunately it didn’t happen this way. I spent my Holidays being disappointed for expecting way too much from my friends and family. I guess this taught me that sometimes the simplest things can be the best things, even if they are a little disappointing at first.