The dang sunday shoppers....

The subject group I have chosen to research is those odd groups of people only known by the name "Sunday shoppers". I personally have a good handle on this subject because I not only work in retail but I work almost every Sunday (yes, my supervisor does in fact hate me). There are a few select things I will being looking for when I do this study, one being the types of groups that choose to shop the Sunday scene, another being the similarities between these select groups, and lastly the reasoning behind this odd behavior.

Grammar posts and the annoyance of "I"

From as far back as I can remember I never saw the major point to capitalizing the I's. It is a truly good thing that Microsoft Office does it all for me because otherwise I would most likely forget for sure. The rule is whenever an I is alone than it is supposed to be capitalized.

Revision

“Crawling” by Linkin Park- Now straying off the main topic for a moment it’s not necessarily the song itself that means so much to me but the way this song is portrayed. In the this song you really get a feeling that someone has done something so wrong, so heinous that he cant bear to live with himself because of it, he says things like “my walls are closing in” and “I’ve felt this way before, so insecure”. You can tell something has happened, I like how Linkin Park keeps you wondering about the hidden messages in their songs. In almost every song I can think of it seems to always leave me wondering about the inspiration for the song.

“Smooth” by Santana- I chose this song for the sole purpose of it being the first song I memorized. When I was very young (about eight or nine) my parents both worked which meant I was to stay at home with the babysitter (a.k.a. Tom, my dads best friend). Tom would always constantly be playing Santana and it always seemed to be the same song even though the CD played through that was the only song that stuck in me. Well listening to the song enough times eventually got me singing along with it which in turn led to me memorizing it. I think this fact alone is the reason that song is part of my life’s soundtrack.

My life might just sound like this

The first song I chose is "Livin on a prayer" by Bon Jovi. The reason behind this song is actually pretty deep, about two years ago I had a best friend and he was dating a girl that his parents didn't approve of and wouldn't allow him to see. Our plan was to all move in together when we became of age and we were about "half way there" as the song describes, what I took away from that song is that if you want something bad enough you will virtually "live on a prayer" in order to make it as long as you need to go, this song was a great inspiration to us and made us really hopeful for future things to come.

The second song is "Smooth" by Santana, this song has a very small but extremely memorable meaning to it. When I was about eight or nine at least my father had a good friend living with us and he would babysit me for the majority of the time my parents were away at work, he would constantly listen to this song and it became the first song I had ever memorized. Well my fathers friend took great pride in this and whenever we would go bowling or go out together he would have me sing the entire song to his friends. I think the big thing behind this is the fact that it was the first song that has always stuck with me.

Do you know how fast you were going?

I think the most defining moment in my life would have to be when I got my first ticket.
I had just turned 17, which means I had had my license for about a year at the time. It was a little past midnight and I was "racing" a friend along different routes on the way to Wal-Mart, I thought for sure I had taken the faster route. Because of the late hour absolutely nobody was on the road and I felt completely free, I had a nice little sports car at the time and I could just feel the speed increasing as I slammed the final gear into place and let off the clutch. I could see the speedometer steadily rising as I made my way down the empty street towards my destination, the power I felt at that time was undescribable. I was on top of the world, I felt as if a brick wall couldn't stop me, than the worst thing happened, those pretty lights appeared in my rear view mirror, he must have been very well hidden just waiting for a slub like me to come cruisin down the street. The thought crossed my mind to go faster, to take a different route but that thought was quickly replaced by logic and I slowly pulled to the side. As I sat there, blinded by the spotlight in my side mirror, my heart missing in action thumping somewhere in the pit of my stomach, I began to think about so many things; I began to think about jail and about the cost of the ticket and what my parents would think. It felt like I sat there for over an hour before he finally came up to the window (when in reality it was about two minutes), than he said those four words that nobody ever wants to hear, "license and registration please". I gladly handed him my information along with my insurance card, he never asked why I was going as fast as I was nor did he tell me the reasoning behind the stop, he knew, and he knew I knew. I sat there in silence for about five minutes while he ran my information, when he finally arrived at my window he gave me the pad to sign and told me all the stuff he was required to tell me and told me to slow down. You would think after that night I would have learned my lesson, I would have slowed down, if thats what you thought you are dead wrong, since that night I've gotten three more speeding tickets and a redar detector.

Response to the reading assignment

Literally translations of stories:
"Calling home"
In this story (on a literal level) involves the main character, apparently enthralled by a Snoopy button she finds in store, decides that the button is only worth seventy five cents so instead of waiting in line to pay for it she decides to steal it. Upon getting out of the shop she is stopped by the store security it seems and is eventually escorted to jail, this scares her, not the thought of jail but the thought of how she was to tell her mother and how her mother would react.

"An American Childhood"
The Story begins with an opening that suggests it would be a sports story, the writer on the other hand obviously had different plans. It turns from her invitations into sports because of her gifted throwing arm into a gruesome snowball game involving passing cars. The kids (author being the youngest of them) threw a snowball at a passing car, the car than proceeded to come to a stop and chase the kids throughout the entire neighborhood, nobody tiring or stopping. The chase came to a stop when the man grabbed the kids by the jackets and stopped them, the only words spoken "you stupid kids".

The way people normally read stories, in order to understand them and follow them all the way through the reader will normally picture everything that is happening in the story as it is being placed before them. The author does an incredible job at this with her descriptiveness of everything that is being portrayed.

Arrowmaker/Class Correlation

An On-line blog is open and available to virtually anybody with a computer and internet access, so with that, anything that someone posts on a blog can be accessed and read by anybody. They have become so popular because it is now so easily accessible and had become almost like an online journal that you have no chance of loosing or getting stolen, plus its become so easy to write and share your stories with other people with the help of technology.