Final September Special Post


182709689Now that classes are starting up for the semester, I am excited what new information I am going to learn. This is my first semester as a graduate student, and I am furthering my understanding towards the field of education. I am studying to become a teacher, and the greatest memory about being an undergrad was the information that I learned. I am now going to learn the background of teachers, rules, laws, history of education, and people in higher positions than teachers. This is an exciting and new way to start off my first semester as a  graduating student.

The only thing I am worried about is how many assignments and projects I will have this semester. I heard that graduate school has a lot to do with research. I was unsure if the first semester is an introduction to the master’s program or do students jump into their choice of research.

I actually have another thing that I am worried about. The fall season is coming up and I am afraid that I will become so lazy that I care less about my classwork throughout the semester. I might see the rain outside and say “forget that class, there will be others.” Knowing that missing one class will feel like an entire tow weeks of missed class and your teacher sounds like he/she is speaking a foreign language. It is my goal to go to each class session, but who knows I might miss a few classes due to the sick students and germs on campus. So everyone stay bundled up and away from sick students, teachers, children, or whoever is in your surroundings. I am already getting over a sickness at the moment. Hopefully I do not encounter anymore germs this semester. Everyone  please stay  warm, hydrated, and healthy this semester. To all of you sick individuals spreading germs, stop doing it, please.

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From the Bay to Sac State


downloadNow that classes have started, I can’t help but feel both worry and excitement. First off, Sacramento is so much bigger than the Bay Area! There are also a lot more trees down here in Sacramento, which totally explains why Sacramento’s geo-tag on Snapchat states that it is “The City of Trees.” I’m still trying to adapt to the much higher temperatures here too! Anyway, this is my first semester attending Sac State; I transferred from a community college in the East Bay, known as, Diablo Valley College. When other students ask what year I am, I say “third year,” but it is technically my seventh year because I attended DVC for six years. The main reason why I took a while on transferring is the fact that I changed my major at least five times. On the bright side, I did obtain a few certificates and two Associates Degrees! Anyway, my biggest worry is delaying time and graduation again. My goal is to actually stick to my chosen major this time and graduate with a Bachelors Degree in no more than two years. I have chosen to be a Psychology major here in Sac State, but I also plan to double minor in Counseling and Ethnic Studies. In the future, I intend to obtain my Masters Degree at Sac State as well, but this decision may still change in the future. Although the thought of pursuing a Doctorate Degree highly intimidates me, I do admit that I am considering on adding it as one of my aspirations in life. All in all, I am way more excited than nervous for the rest of the semester. I am surely looking forward to making new friends, building lifelong connections, possibly joining a sorority, getting back into shape, excelling in my academics, and of course, being a DJ for KSSU!

Movie Review: Stephen King’s IT, 2017


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Over the weekend, I visited my boyfriend at his family’s house. While I was there, I suggested we go see IT.

I usually hate watching scary movies, but this was one that I decided, “Why not! What’s the worst that could happen?”

Everything. ‘Everything’ was the worst that could happen.

Although, I found myself enjoying the film immensely, I still have a hard time sleeping.

For those who don’t know, IT was originally created by Stephen King as a book. In 1990, IT got a movie adaptation that was created by Tommy Lee Wallace and starred Tim Curry as the original Pennywise The Dancing Clown.

In this new, remastered version of the movie, Bill Skarsgård brings Pennywise back to life in a chilling, horrifying, thrilling way. I thought Bill did a fantastic job at portraying the evil clown, especially with his smile and off-set eyes. Which, I found out, he could do ‘on cue’. Meaning that he could intentionally drift his eyes 2 different directions. This was one of the creepiest factors that caught me off-guard, but I found to be the most useful for his roll.

The movie takes place during a summer in the 80s, as 7 kids set out to defeat a living nightmare. Losers’ Club leader, Bill Denbrough, played by Jaeden Lienberher, has a strong belief that his younger brother Georgie, played by Jackson Robert Scott, isn’t dead. He is dead-set on the thought that his brother came out of another end of the sewers, after falling in to reclaim a paper boat Bill made for him to play with in the rain.

Throughout the movie, Pennywise takes advantage of Bill’s fear; finding Georgie truly dead. This was the main plot of the movie.

In my opinion, I thought this movie was very well-made. Just within the first few minutes of the movie, I was already in tears (Poor Georgie!).

There was always that feeling that Georgie wasn’t really dead, and was simply taken as hostage by Pennywise. I wanted to believe that the boy was alive the whole movie, but I don’t think anyone would’ve survived getting their arm bitten off and losing that much blood. Still, I have a huge soft spot for children, and I honestly wanted to believe Bill that Georgie was alive and well.

Bill was always full of hope, and would do anything to make sure his friends were safe and okay with his decisions. He was brave when entering the house on Neibolt street, and Richie even comments on his monologue, “He didn’t stutter once.” Which was a noticeable trait of Bill throughout the movie, and he would try reciting poetry to help him get over his stuttering habit.

Though, my favorite part of the movie had to be the ending scene where the kids go and save Beverly in the sewers. This was my favorite scene because it shows how Pennywise knows the fears of each kid, and uses it against them while they make their way through the sewer pipes. I enjoyed seeing the CGI effects when Stanley’s face was being engulfed by his fear, which was a women in a painting with an off-puting face. She is creepy in her own way, and reminded me of the Mother from Mama.

But I also liked this scene because we finally see where Pennywise hides and takes his victims. It’s oddly appealing to the eye, as you get a glimpse of all the children Pennywise has taken and killed over the years- which is hundreds. The pile of lost toys and clothes from his victims pile up in the center of the sewers, creating a mountain of sorts. Floating around it are all the children the clown has taken and feasted upon.

If that doesn’t creep you out enough, you must not like children.

Another scene I enjoyed was when Eddie fell from the ceiling and broke his arm, only to wake up to find Pennywise “untangling” himself from inside a fridge. This was a scene from when the kids went into the Neibolt house the first time.

The whole process of him getting himself out of a knot was disgusting, and made me cringe from my head to my toes. The discombobulation of body parts irks me to no end, but this was a scene that sent chills down my spine in a good way.

Altogether, I give this movie an 8.9 out of 10. I’m docking points because I would’ve liked to see more “scary” aspects than creepy. Not to say there were hardly any- there were- but I think the movie could’ve had more jump scares than just a creepy clown staring at children from afar holding balloons. I also thought- when a jump scare did occur- it was too obvious, and people knew when it was coming.

I highly recommend seeing this movie sometime before Halloween, so you know what to expect from your crazy neighbor who enjoys scaring the living hell out of children.

 

Ashes by NateWantsToBattle: Song Review


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WARNING: Spoilers!!!

 

You ever have a song that you listen to one time, and end up keeping it on repeat until you get sick of it? Well, I’ve been a victim of this ever since I heard the song Ashes, by NateWantsToBattle.

Let me tell you a little about the artist, first.

His full name is Nathan Sharp, and he creates song covers. I’ve been listening to him for about a year now, and I haven’t hated a single song he’s remade. He is from Richmond, Virginia, and specializes in Alt/Indie and Rock songs.

This song- Ashes- in particular gives me chills because the lyrics are a mix of creepy yet have a beat that makes me want to head-bang in my car and sing out loud with the windows rolled down on the freeway.

I also really love this song because it’s actually about a video game. The game is called Undertale, and-for those who don’t know- it’s a “Choice” game.

This means that whatever choices you make in the game will determine how the game is played and how it ends. It can be played on PC, and is hours of fun with a very dark undertone. If you like that sort of thing.

One of the endings is called- SPOILER- “Genocide Route”, which can only be achieved if you kill everyone without mercy.

Pretty depressing, huh? But I promise; it’s a good game!

Anyways, one of the lines in the song is, “Made your decision now you’re gonna have a bad time.”

This line particularly stuck with me because one of the characters you meet and befriend is a skeleton named Sans, along with his brother Papyrus. Sans is meant to be the comic relief of the game; cracking jokes and making horrible puns. When Sans gets upset or angry, he tells others that they will have a “bad time.”

Near the end of the game, once you’ve killed everyone in Undertale, your last opponent is Sans.

In short, a talking flower manipulates you to kill all your friends.

NWTB’s song Ashes is about how you became this monster who only kills for enjoyment, rather than trying to see the good in people.

I honestly thought this song would be used in more AMVs on Youtube, but I wanted it for myself and ended up buying it on iTunes instead.

Anyways, I’ve had this song on repeat for the past 3 weeks, put it as my ringtone for everyone in my contacts, and made it my alarm song.

I regret nothing!

To further explain how much I enjoy this song, another like is, “And in the end they’re gonna fall and fall to your hand.”

This line is a direct description of the manipulative, talking flower- who’s name is Flowey. He tried very hard to get you to kill everything and everyone, but you do have the option not to listen to him.

If you enjoy listening to songs that sound like they would be played at the end-credits of games, I recommend listening to NateWantsToBattle. He’s a really great artist, and I hope this review has intrigued you even a little bit to go have a listen.

My Mother is My Best Friend…Sometimes


UntitledI’m not a very sappy type of person. Not to my friends, not to my boyfriend of three years; Nobody. I think the only one I give any type of affection to is my dog, my boyfriend’s dogs, and my friend’s dog. Dogs are love, dogs are life.

Anyways, on my way home from school-my day goes from 7 AM to 6 PM every day- I stopped at Target to get a few things for myself. A gallon of sweet tea, a 4-pack of Starbucks chilled coffee, and a good-looking Hershey’s chocolate bar.

I can already feel your judgment from how much sugar I eat, and all I have to say is, “Treat yourself!”

After grabbing my items and getting back into my car, I came to the realization that I hadn’t called my mother in a few days. I like to keep in touch with her because, like most of us college students living on our own, I enjoy getting to know how to do this whole “adulting” thing. But I also realized that I don’t tell her how often I appreciate everything she does for me, and how much I love her.

So, I called her on her cell phone and asked how she was doing. She replied with the casual, “I’m fine” before I proceeded.

“I just wanted to call and tell you how much I love you, and I appreciate everything you do for me even though I don’t say it all too often.”

I thought we were having a sweet, mother-daughter moment.

Again, I’m not a sappy person.

My mother paused for a moment and asked, “What did you do?” as if I was about to confess to a crime I committed.

“Nothing! I just wanted to let you know that-”

“-Hold that thought. I’m gonna go get a glass of water.”

Mom! Really? I’m trying to be sentimental here, and you just ruined the moment! She cut me off as I was trying to express my appreciation. Mind you, I’m still in the Target parking lot, having a full-blown conversation with my mother about how she ruined the moment.

She thought it was funny, though, and I honestly thought it was, too. My mother has always been a little skeptical about the things I choose to do, but at least I know she has my back when something goes down. She knows I think of things without actually sitting on the topic and processing them, but she is definitely my biggest fan and number one supporter.

We continued our conversation as I drove home and had a nice, 40-minute-long chat about current events that have happened in the family and what I plan to do after school. She started telling me how a State job is good pay, and of course I said, “Oh! Money I can spend on cosplay, food, and video games. Cool!”

I could almost feel her give me that “mom look” through the phone. Terrifying. Pursed lips, risen brow, and that stare that sends shivers through your soul. It’s almost impossible to look her in the eye. You know what I mean!

I wish I had more time in my day to talk to my mother. She knows how busy I get during the weeks when softball and schoolwork dominate my life, and the little hour of time I have before she goes to bed is the only time I can sit down and chat.

Either way, any moment I can talk to my mom is never dull. It’s my time of relaxation and laughter when I’m stressed, and a way to pass the time if I need to rant.

Mom is always there, and I really do love and appreciate her for that.

Senior Year!


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It’s been two weeks since school started, and I’ve begun my Senior year. Finally! I‘ve been waiting for this day ever since I was accepted to Sacramento State. I can admit that I’ve already begun having “Senior-itus”, and, honestly, why wouldn’t I? It’s my last year of school! No more getting up at 6 in the morning to go to class, no more looking for a parking spot on the 5th floor of the parking structure because, apparently, faculty and staff need the first three. I’ll be done with all of it!

It’s a shame that the position I’m looking at for work requires a Master’s Degree or higher, so I guess I can’t be too happy with my BA in Journalism. Damn, you, Pixar Animation Studios Story Board Writers (shakes fist angrily at the sky)!

Though I’m looking forward to graduation in the next few semesters, I’ll miss having the luxury of picking my classes before everyone else who isn’t a student-athlete. As well as walking past NARPs. Which- I literally found this out yesterday- means, “Normal Ass Regular Person”. I had no idea that was even a thing, and it has to be the best acronym I’ve ever head.

Other than dreading over the bittersweet feelings I won’t have until Spring semester, I’ve had a lot of time to think about what I’ll be doing as a career. I’ve been bouncing back and forth between wanting to be a journalist for a news station, or working on-board as a story board writer for Disney, Pixar, or DreamWorks. All of which are big company names, and I understand they won’t be easy to get into.

Nonetheless, I try!

I sent an email to one of the director’s at Pixar- or, so I thought it was Pixar-asking about internships over the summer of 2018. I wanted to know if there was anything I could do coming right out of college. Little ‘Ol me, just strolling up to Pixar like, ‘Hey! Gimme a job so I can eat tomorrow! Thanks, man!”

After sending the email, I didn’t realize I accidentally sent it to Disney.

Yeah, I don’t think I’m going to be hearing back from either of them. Which really blows because DreamWorks is last on my list of “good-paying-jobs-I-don’t-really-want-but-I-need-in-order-to-live-a-decent-life.”

Hopefully I can give them the old “razzle-dazzle” and send another email…with a different mailing address.

Twombly, Twombly!!!


 

I recently visited the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art. This is one of the exhibitions that caught my eye.

Cy Twombly was an American artist, who belonged to the same generation as Robert Rauschenburg. He was a painter, sculptor, and photographer. He was born in 1928, died in 2011. In 1954, Twombly served as a cryptographer for the U.S. Army. In 1957, Twombly moved to Rome, where he spent the rest of his life. His work was mostly Abstract Expressionism.

 

Second Voyage to ItalyCy Twombly, Second Voyage to Italy

 

Twombly lived in Rome after World War II. He ended up being among a generation artists, in 1950’s Europe, that were trying to forget about the war. For his inspiration, Twombly used his surroundings in Rome, combined with the new style of American painters. He used these sources, and combined it with his own emotional reactions to them.

His paintings mostly had a solid color background that was usually gray, tan, or off-white. On top of the solid color background, Twombly scribbled. A few of these, at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art, resembled a chalkboard. And, what looked like chalk, was in the form of scribbling. Many of his paintings use this scribbling style, which sometimes resembles cursive handwriting (a calligraphy style). Other times, Twombly’s work resembles grafitti. One of the large paintings, at the Museum of Modern Art, looked like random chalk marks. But, some looked more like cursive handwriting. Though, there were no actual letters represented, just vague shapes that resembled the structure of letters. Later in his career, he would focus more on romantic symbolism.

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Cursive-style piece

When I stood next to a large Twombly art piece “Untitled, 1971,” a museum employee told me that it was worth $1 Billion dollars. That intrigued me. I looked into why Twombly’s work would be worth so much money. Twombly was a big influence to generations of younger artists. He is considered a very important artist. He is said to have influenced Jean-Michel Basquiat, Anselm Kiefer, Francesco Clemente, and Julian Schnabel. Another reason that Twombly’s work is so expensive now, is scarcity. Twombly has a small body of work, only creating about 650 paintings. When compared to artists, such as Andy Warhol who created over 10,000 works of art, Twombly has a relatively small amount of completed works. If every major art museum in the world sought to acquire an important Twombly piece, there wouldn’t be any his artwork left.

 

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Cy Twombly, Untitled, 1971

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I liked the artworks by Twombly that were more of calligraphic style, that looked almost like cursive handwriting. My favorite piece of Twombly’s, n the Museum of Modern Art, was a piece titled “Note I” from the series “III Notes from Salalah” 2005-2007. It had that chalkboard aesthetic, the forms that resembled cursive handwriting, and drips. The calligraphic-style faux lettering looked watered down. And, the letters were dripping.

Note I from the series III Notes from Salalah 2005-2007Cy Twombly, “Note I” from the series “III Notes from Salalah” 2005-2007

New semester, who dis.


The best part about starting a new semester is being able to curve people with a legitimate reason, such as, “Oh, sorry! I can’t make it today, I have a new school schedule!”

Okay I am totally kidding (well kind of), but here we are again in the semester where students scramble for classes like we are playing twister, bending over backwards, standing on our heads, reaching over our competition while trying to land our feet on without breaking our backs. However, during this chaos coupled with the insanity of finals, we forget about the opportunity for self-growth.

The transition between each new semester allows you to reflect on what you have learned, where you started, and where you are going next. It is amazing that we as students have the freedom to choose which classes we will take and use them as tools to discover ourselves, with very few limitations. For instance, if your major is still declared as undecided, you can shop an endless list of creative classes, such as art, social studies, and philosophy, which can assist in creating yourself and who you want to be.

One of the best parts about college is there are hundreds of GE courses that may have nothing to do with your major or your career, but the knowledge you gain from each professor, lecture, and project gives you a new perspective.

College should not be treated as a stepping stone to land a corporate job that will pay for your retirement; the worst thing a person could do is enter college just to find a good job. Higher education is revolutionary because it is an open space for self creation and enables you to cultivate your own individuality. The second worst thing a student could ever do is take a class for a mere unit filler and not grow from its content. Each class a student takes should be strategized based on what you want to learn, what you have not learned, and what will be useful for you.

Although some GE courses are required, as students we have every right to choose classes that nurture our own interests; we pay for the classes we take, therefore we are entitled to choose what material we will spend 9 hours of our lives studying each week. Hence, our schedules should be filled with courses that stimulate our curiosity.

College is also a playground to discover new ideas, cultures, and self-awareness. We as students should seek out classes that will give us a new perspective. Learning about different cultural experiences will not only expand our knowledge about the world around us, but will also lead to self-realization of our own consciousness.

This process of narrowing down classes should also be filtered by what is valuable to us as future world leaders. However, this should not be confused with treating college as a pipeline to the workforce; college should be a supplement to your future career and livelihood. A useful example would be a student going to college to become a doctor, but seeking out ethnic study courses to widened their knowledge about other people’s experiences to assist their craft in the medical field.

Again, it is fair to say that a new semester is stressful because finding the right courses can create so much anxiety. However, amongst all the turmoil, remember one thing: do not work for college, instead let college work for you.

Taking a Break with Adventures!


This semester has not been stressful as previous semesters. But I have been busy with a lot of essays and projects for classes. Last week I decided to take a break from all of the work and go home for a few days. It was my niece’s birthday and my sister decided to go to a place called “The Jungle” in Concord, CA. I did not realize how stressed I was  from school until I was on my way to “The Jungle.” I was thinking about all of the assignments I had to do the following week. However, once I got to the place there were children playing in tunnels, slides, and bouncy houses. My sister was in the arcade playing a racing game with my niece. Their shoes were off and they were having a good time. My niece ran up to me with her two friends and they asked can I go to a bouncy area with her. I said yeah. At that moment all of my worries about school was over. I was in the moment of enjoying my niece and finally having a day to enjoy myself.

My sister joined us and we went inside a bouncy play area. It was amazing how everything was set up inside. It looked like a world of Super Mario with blown up flowers, and shapes to grab onto if you fall. We climbed up blown up stairs leading us to a slide. My sister and I went down to wide slide with my niece and her two friends all at once. It was scary and amazing at the same time. We all tried to get up and constantly fell. It was funny because we could be clumsy and silly without any judgement. Of course, with younger children around there is never judgement. My sister and I realized how old we were because we were out of breath. We went up the slide once more and got out. When we got out we did not have enough energy so we rolled out and landed on our backs. It was so funny that we could not stop laughing.

When we finally got up my niece ran to the tunnel and invited me. Of course, I was crazy enough to get in. We were climbing, sliding, and going through so many things I thought it would never end. I tried to keep up with my niece, but I realized I am taller now and older. When we finally got out my heart rate was beating quicker than I expected. Afterwards, we went to the arcade and played games. I have never played the dancing game or air hockey. I played and was pretty good at them. I have not felt so free in a long time.  I was happy that I took a break from school and went home for my niece’s birthday.

For all of you readers, if you want to take a break from school for just a day. I would not suggest to go to a party, night club, or do something that you are used to doing. I would suggest going out and doing something where you could feel like a kid and be silly for once. As we get older we forget how to have fun because of our load of responsibilities. Taking that one day off will be worth it. If you do not have time right now, try it after finals week. It will be worth the wait.

Working Is A Glass Half Full


Today at work I was given a field day, which basically means I get to work outside and out of the office. The work site is an hour and a half away in the middle of the San Joaquin Delta. The objective is to locate siphon pipes that go through the levees and go into the water so that they can divert water from the river to the land beside it. Now that you have some perspective on what today will be like, I would like to introduce you to the theme of this entry.

I feel the strain of work and the slow moving clock, but it is a stressful life to concentrate and focus your energy on that. You must try your hardest to look at the work that you do and look at it with the Half Full Perspective. If you are unfamiliar with this it is when you focus your energy on the upside pieces of the labor that consumes your time. People will down this form of optimism, but that’s the beauty of half full. You still recognize that there is a balance and that the half emptt is also present. I could concentrate on the allergies I have, the mosquito bites I will get, and the rainy weather, but that’s not the way I see it. You can dramatically change your life by just altering your perspective on the way you look at things.

It is challenging to go through life always trying to make the best if things. There are plenty of things I wish I had and there are plenty of times where I don’t always feel the best, but I actively try to maintain the joy in my life. Life will always try to get you down and that will never change, just be a little more open to the fact that statistically we will all eventually feel pain. Not all the same, but all people hurt some way or another. Embrace that and try hard to overcome and beat it.

All the things I have learned is that taking care of yourself and your well being is the first job and the most important job. If you don’t work, the world around you doesn’t work.

Work is a cycle and that is a scary thing to imagine. The same thing for x amount of years. That is why it is important to try and find things to be thankful and happy for. If you need change, initiate the plan that needs to be done to get ahead. Good things do not come easy, but it is fun working your ass off for something you really want. You need dreams, turn those to goals, turn those goals to actions, turn those actions to habits. I blamed people, quit blaming people. People will always let you down. Count on that, and take accountability to the things that are important to you. Blame yourself and allow your ego to forgive yourself. We sometimes treat everyone fair and treat ourselves cruelly. Treat your self you deserve it. Be happy for no reason, allow yourself to see the light in things that are not there. Being happy is sone thing to fight and work for.