More Opinion’s (blog #3) If I was a writer I would prefer to write blogs because there are really no rules. The blog is based on facts but it is up to the writer how many facts they give. The majority of the blog will be based on the opinion of the writer. The writer doesn’t have to argue both sides of the argument. The whole blog is about what the writer believes. If they want to add the opposing sides argument to prove their point even more they can. This is why I like blogs, the writer is free to do whatever they choose. This is different from how I’m used to writing because I’m not used to giving my opinion. Everything is fact based and supported by facts. Growing up teachers always emphasized to never use we or I in a sentence. When writing a blog there is a lot of we and I, because its opinion based. For example in New York they just passed a controversial law that states when a baby is being born it can still be “aborted” if the mom doesn’t want it. ...
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Fake It Till I Make It! I have had to fake it till I make it a few times. The time that sticks out to me the most is when my roommate/friend had his family from Morocco coming to stay with us for a month and I wanted to show I was a good hostess. His mom, dad and twin sixteen year old sister were all coming at the same time. The minute I heard this was happening I started to freak out. How was I going to cook and clean for all these people. I don’t even know how to cook. I don’t really know how to clean other than surface stuff. The year before they came to stay with us I had stayed with them at their house in Morocco. I was treated like a queen. They cooked great food. Their house is spotless. They cleaned it every day. I didn’t even know where the trash can was because if I had trash they threw it away for me. I had never been treated so well in my life. I kept thinking, how was I supposed to do the same for them? Do they expect the same out of me? I never even inv...
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Breaking the Bubble in Europe I grew up in a bubble I call it. My dad would say we are upper middle class. I was shy and very scared of change. I ate at the same table at lunch everyday and sat with the same people. I didn’t like to talk to people I didn’t know. I stuttered when I was nervous. I knew I had learn how to talk to people I didn't know so I forced myself. I went to Europe. I was so nervous because I had never been out of American or around people who didn't speak English. I had also never traveled alone. I was terrified. In France I met a guy who was a friend of my roommates. I was so nervous to meet him because I was going to a country where I didn't speak the language plus I didn't know him. I was completely out of my comfort zone but I knew I had to do this for myself. His English wasn’t very good but that was part of the experience. We communicated with the little English he knew, hand gestures and facial expressions. When we went to Spain I ...