I'm now finally back from my first day at Trident Tech! I'm taking two college courses every Saturday, and today was my first day. It went great and I really liked  both of my teachers!!

I'm going to confess that I was a little bit worried about the Psychology class because I didn't know untill about 12:30 last night that I had to come to  class prepared for a quiz for the first 2 chapters! I didn't realize I was receiving emails already from my professors through the college's email system. So my sweet daddy stayed up late with me and helped me take notes and when I got there Iwas familiar with  all the stuff she was talking about because I had read the chapters! That was a relief! Thanks dad!

In my English class we will be writing a paper every week and reading it aloud.

Not untill after we finished writing the papers did we find out we had  to  read it out loud to the class.

There were only two guys and two girls that read theirs out loud. The rest  refused.... really they did! . I really would have preferred not to read it to the class, but I didn't want to seem like I didn't care so I volunteered. It wasn't bad at all! I actually enjoyed getting to share my paper with the class, and also listening to the others.

I thought it'd be  fun to also put my writing on my blog every week.

Today we were writing discriptive papers, and it could be about anything.

I picked  Nova Scotia, Canada to describe. We went there 3 summers ago... wow, it doesn't seem like that long!!!

This is what I mustered up in the 10-20 minutes given to us:



Second Paradise Nova Scotia

The Bright blue Nova Scotian sky stretched out over the glistening bay and looked like it went on for eternity. The sound of the gulls, the sight of the magnificent beauty of the cool ocean breeze was captivating. Such detail went into its creation. The cool yellow sand hugged my feet as I marveled at foam ingulfing the shiny wet boulders which sat by the clear blue water.

   In the many days that were spent in Nova Scotia, Canada I noticed that this land only became more and more alluring.

   While paddle boating one could look any direction and see what could be a painting. If you were to look dead ahead your eyes would see a never ending body of glass water. One's mind could drift away with the limp sea grass which has somehow managed to stay afloat. Looking to your left your eyes would find a lonely island just waiting to be explored. To the right you would see the rocky shores and listen to the rocks being splashed by cold water and that is a sight that southerners don't see very often. Once your eyes have moved in all direction you can look behind the little paddle boat and see a white farm house ontop of a big green hill just over looking the Canadian shore. My trip was beautiful in so many ways. It is an experience I would love to have again.

This is Peggy's Cove. We all have hiked around on these rocks.

This is where we stayed .

It is called Second Paradise.

•Music's Role in America•

I have recently started a writing program called IEW and it's really great. This is my first writing assignment, and I though it would motivate me to do well if I posted it on my blog. Hope y'all enjoy!

Music’s Role in America

By: Karis Brown

9/22/2009

The well-known men who courageously assisted in the signing, and writing, of the Declaration of Independence primary consisted of John Adams, Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson and Thomas Paine. Although Thomas Paine wasn’t officially one of the committed members, he still justly assisted in this great task that lay before them all. There were more bright men who were also a part of this great task, but they were not familiar to most nor were they as famous. The first draft of this document was complete and agreed upon and it contained the basic points, but they all knew that the language used in the final draft would need to be artistic as well as inspiring and precise. Adams too rough, Franklin too sick, and Paine too controversial to author the final draft, so the task fell upon Jefferson. Thomas Jefferson’s landlady recorded in her journal that Jefferson was struggling to complete this substantial task that was given to him, and in the rooms above she wrote that she would hear him endlessly pacing only to gain daily frustration. He anxiously sent home for his violin, and when it finally arrived after only a few days Jefferson would pace a little, play his violin and then there would be silence, except for his feather pen writing what would soon be the Declaration of Independence. Music may have helped unlock his linguistic genius, or perhaps it made him more receptive to the word of destiny: “When in course of human events…” Either way, few people are fully aware of the great importance that the violin had in the founding of our country.