Kylee Stockton

English 101

 

 

“There is never enough time to do the things that you want.” (Stress 67)  As Nina Backsworth  said in her quote that there is  just never enough time to get the things you need to done. Life is busy and overwhelming, and when you are busy and over whelmed this leads to stress.  Stress is something that is felt worldwide. Stress comes from things like having kids, work, busy schedules, school and many other things. But, in a recent study at Cornell University the leading stress levels came from college undergraduates. Dr. Keno stated, “Over 78% of college undergrads are suffering for extreme stress. This being caused by the decreasing availability of jobs in the work force.”  (Cornell 76) As students continue to push themselves harder for the better chance at seceding.  Over the years many studies were ran on college students trying to reduce their stress levels. Some were given an extra two hours of sleep, some were given a hearty breakfast and lunch, and some also spent an extra hour studying course work. All studies were failures until the good, Doctor James A. Melac decided to give his test subjects a cupcake. He noticed right away that the levels of stress were decreasing with each bite that the subjects took. He had the break throw!  Give someone sugar and boom you have it!

 

The heavenly sweet taste that hits your tongue automatically sends you in a state of relaxation.  Dr. Melac explains: When a student or someone under a large amount of stress the sugar from the cupcake will reboot your brain into a high functioning state.  Once your brain is back to functioning this will allow your mind to clear reducing high levels of stress.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Worked Cited

Most people would tell you I am the spinning image of my mother. I talk like her, I walk like her, I yell like her, I am my mother. There are a few differences between her and I, I spend most of my time dreaming of how I will one day see this world. How one day I will float down the canals of Venice, build schools in Africa, work with the sea turtles in Costa Rica, and even see the Grand Canyon.
I have dreams. My mother is content with being in our home as for I am not.


I remember growing up my Grandparents lived on a huge farm with acres of land set behind the house. My sister and I would play outside and pretend where were traveling to see the animals of Africa. We spent a lot of times pretending we were the Wild Thornberries. My grandma use to call us dreamers and free spirits. Always told us that if we wanted to see the world, then want it bad, and if you want it bad enough you will succeed. I want it bad enough so I know I will succeed.

I more often than not dream about traveling to south Africa.

As I bored the plane I kiss my mom by knowing that she will have the hardest time with my absence I can tell through her tears running her face and knowing my dad will miss me but he has never been good with emotions. I walk down the hall towards my seat I begin to get nervous about my 26 hour flight. I have never been much of a flyer in fact the last time I flew I got sick after two hours, But, I remember I have wanted this since I was a little girl. Then the words of my grandma come to mind "if you want it bad enough you will succeed" and I do so I take my seat and begin to settle. I know with my best friend sitting next to me all is right in the world.

New Orleans

The first flight was great then we landed to bored  our next flight and a storm hit. Waited 12 hours in an airport before we were able to continue on our trip.
 The first thing I noticed upon arriving to new Orleans was the cars, boats, and other belongs still in the ditches from the hurricane. I never realized how much damange was actually done until I see what was left to be fixed after a few years. My heart broke the people that lost their homes, family, and belongs. It's weird how you think things are okay until you see it for yourself. I'm not sayin the entire city wasn't repared because parts of it were brand new and looked great and parts of it were still completely destroyed.


I have always loved animals and the wild life, so when we were drving down th

Steve Glass

I do not find what Steve did okay. but, it amazes me how he was able to fool everyone 21 times. I think that he is a great writer. His work showed that over and over again. I read something the other day that said New York didn't want Steve lving there. I can't remember exactly what it saidbut it think that its. I was really disappointed to see Spring Breakdown was one of his fake pieces. I really enjoyed that story. I wonder how awful the people treated him after finding out he was a fake. I also wonder how he lied about spring breakdown when you really could order a mini bar from the hotel.

Easy essay

I wouldn't say that I wouldn't ever use this site because I honestly might. I love to write, It has always been one of my favorite things to do. But, I remeber in  high school I was taking a math class and the teachers decided in every clas that we had to write a two page paper for each class we were in. This really got under my skin because I honestly didn't see the point. I had  already been writing papers fpr my english class, my college bio, and American History. So if this were to happen in college as well I would probablyuse this site. Yes,  I feel like it is cheating but, in away I think we should be learniong the subject on hand and not including other subjects in the matter

I was resting on a bench minding my own when a man came and sat next to me.  I could see he was holding something that smelled so amazing it made my beak start to water. I gave him a sweet chirp signaling I wanted some of what he had. Silly human picked off a small piece and threw it on the ground; no manners I thought. This angered me so I attacked his face. I was now after the entire thing. I heated brawl he smacked me back and I landed in this odd object, I was trapped. There were these smooth shinny square buttons so I pecked them and the object I was in began to move. Then I pecked something else and it was shooting rays of fire. I was going to get that bagel. I realized that the man was now holding my bagel in his grubby hands, I was going to call it a truce until he once again smacked me out of the way. My bagel flew into the box and knocked the red button, signaling the oddest looking bird I had even seen to come from the ground and blast straight to the sky. This man did it again, he flew into the sky with my bagel. I went after him and landed on his box, for a second we made eye contact, and then he let my bagel fall to the ground. Right before I caught my bagel I heard a loud explosion come from behind, I just didn't have time to stop and look, I had to get my bagel. At last I won, I had my bagel. Although it was cold it tasted like pure victory. Silly human. And then I was crushed by that odd looking bird. The end.

I have never been much of a cook, in fact my mother tries her hardest to keep me out of the kitchen. I have always had a horrible habit of burning everything I touched. If you gave me the I could probably burn toast. My grandmother is an amazing cook. I remember as child she would as make mashed potatoes with every meal even if we were just having pizza for dinner. my sister and I would spend hours in the kitchen watching her prepare the most amazing meals. She never made anything from a box. She seemed to always have a recipe for everything. My favorite meal that she would make is fried chicken. There was just something homey about her cooking, it made you feel comfortable. Icould never be mad or sad arou

One thing I thing i love about my Grandma is that she doesn't believe in silly things like diets. She never made a meal that you didn't truly enjoy every last bite. If you are one of those people who live by that silly rule if it taste good spit it out, you'd be starving.. She would spoil us with thing like homemade cakes, cookies, and ice cream. I was one sugar wired child when I was sent home from my mothers. Everything that my grandma cooked was amazing. My favorite meal that she would make was fried chicken, there was just something so comforting about the way it tasted. My grandmother cooked everyday when I was growing up, as I got older so did she, cooking it

One thing I thing i love about my Grandma is that she doesn't believe in silly things like diets. She never made a meal that you didn't truly enjoy every last bite. If you are one of those people who live  by that silly rule if it taste good spit it out, you'd be starving.. She would spoil us with thing like homemade cakes, cookies, and ice cream. I was one sugar wired child when I was sent home from my mothers. Everything that my grandma cooked was amazing. My favorite meal that she would make was fried chicken, there was just something so comforting about the way it tasted. My grandmother cooked everyday when I was growing up, as I got older so did she, cooking it

As  I stand there
I have never seen such a beautiful girl. Her eyes like crystal  that compare to the ocean on a summer morning. Her hair flows so naturally, the color matches the golden raises that spring from the sun at day break.









It all started becuase I was starving so I deicded I was going to make dinner. I went to the kitchen to check and see if I had everything that I needed. As I guessed we didn't it had been weeks since my mom had made it to the store. Before I made my list of what I needed to pick up I gathered what I did have. I then made a list of what I needed, and headed for the store. I was only there for a few minutes because all I needed was cream cheese and noodles. When I got home I first put on a pot of water, and dumped salt in the water to speed up the boiling. I then started the sauce

As she looked at me with that bright red face and wrinkle starting to spread across her forehead I knew this was going to be one of those everybody stares in the store kind of fits. Before I knew it my ears were ringing from that sound of her scream.

I will never do that again

I will never do that again. I often find myself saying this. Here is a list of the things "i'll never do again."

I will never eat hinode again
Bring home a new puppy
Drink pop
Go out of my way for someone
Eat past 7... yeah right
Stay up past 12 on a school night
Over eat.
Only eat snack cakes for lunch
Have a hangover
kiss silly boys
Trust people
Give 3rd or 4th chances
Stay when I'm not wanted
Spend my car payment money
Lie to my mom
Eat three dinners
Drive to Florida
Skip school
Call in Sick
 Go to the doctor

As you can see I have a bad habit of saying that I will never do something again. I just never know how to stick with it. I am the worst person about actually giving up something. At least I don't have any habits that could actually harm me. Besides my eating, that really needs to change otherwise I'm going going to gain 300 pounds and have heart problems.  For me it's hard to stop doing things because I like to stick something

sense

My favorite part of being at the beach is being able smell the salt in the air from miles away. For me the smell of seaweed, salt and fish is comfort. I love smell of the heat coming off the sand it is so pure.

Sitting on the beach listening to the ocean wave’s crash around the shore just puts me at ease.

I have always been told that the beach changes you. I have never been one to love the taste of seafood, but I find myself trying new types of food when I’m at the beach. I remember my first time eating seafood, it was an experience. My friends and I went to a small seafood restaurant along the beach and I order the Friday night special. The taste of my meal was like a fish bowl. I was eating fried oysters. They weren’t so bad until the popped in my mouth.

I love the feeling of the sand between my toes as a walk down the beach. Feeling the heat from the summer sun beat down my skin is the best feeling in the world.

Beginning able to wake up each morning and seeing the sun raise over the ocean is a sight everyone should see at least once. If you are lucky might even see the dolphins’ jump .I loved being able to find shells, star fish and crabs.

I thinking back to all the time I have spent in Florida one of my most memorable days is the day my friends and I rented scooters. It started out as a rainy day so we all decided to spend our day shopping and exploring all the different shops. For a while the girls and rode around and looked in the small stores along the strip, then we decided to meet the boys at the outside mall. We spent some time shopping and just before one of my friends hit a car with her scooter. We looked and made sure there was no damage and which there a mark we talked to the car owner was and they said everything was fine. Then all of a sudden my friend and her boyfriend were being chased by a car! Finally, they stopped and it was the car my friend had hit they decided to yell at them for a black mark on their wheel. After all that drama went down I broke my scooter so I switched with my friend, his gas was on the other side so when I was trying to brake I was pushing the gas. Normally wouldn’t be a big deal If we weren’t parked outside of an ice cream shop

“Bippity-Boppity-boo!”, is often the words that people connect with magic. When we think of magic we think of things like Santa, the Tooth Fairy, fairy god mothers, tricks and many other things. Magic is a wonderful thing to believe in as long as you don't believe in it past your childhood. But, I don't agree. What's wrong with believing?

As a child I was all about believing in magic. I remember believing that everything was good and pure. I did not believe in bad or negative things. As a child everything was magical to me. I remember traveling with my father and seeing things I wasn't use to, I was given the chance to see the world through my parent’s eyes. It was wonderful. As long as I can remember I was obsessed with love. I was obsessed with fairy tales about princesses falling in love with their prince and having a happily ever after. I wasn’t the normal child I really believed it, my parents never showed us anything besides love. They never fought, they always seemed so happy. It was because of my parents I was in love with love.

My entire life I grew up seeing and believing in the magic of love. Then my parents split. To a child this is the end of the world; their world. My parents were my idol, as a child I had never seen someone love the way my parents did, and then they just stopped. I then stopped believing in the magic of the world. I didn't understand why this was happening. When my parents split that magic I seen as a child left me. I no longer saw the world as wonderful or delightful, but rather a mean and hurtful place. Everything I ever believed in was taken away. My world was crushed. After the split I was no longer a child, I had to grow up. My brother was now mine and mom’s responsibility. The wonderful dad I grew up to love became an absent dad. He abandons us. I guess I couldn't understand how someone could do something like that to people he loved. I felt as if I lost both parents when this happened. My mother never dealt well with pain, she never hid the way she was feeling. She started working later and later, and sending us to different babysitters.  She became an absent mom. The less time that was spent with us, the closer my brother and I became, I knew I’d always have him. I raised my brother for so long he stopped going to either one of my parents for anything, he only relied on me. The bond Nathan and I had was what kept me strong through my childhood. Not because I wanted to, but because I was never given the choice. Over the years I gave up some much of the things I loved because I wanted Nathan to have everything he ever needed or wanted.

It wasn’t until high school things truly changed for me, I found love. That love showed me a world worth believing in. I found small things magical. I started become someone; I had a desire. I randomly started to love the ocean. I loved the idea of not knowing what you could find. It was so mystical. I found a passion for wild life and the animals of this world. I found love; in all things! My high school English teacher also played a huge role in helping me grow as a person. From day one I thought she had it out for me. She was always on my case about opening up, becoming more personal with my writing; “express yourself” she would say. I found her absolutely annoying. But, then something changed, I started to meet her demands about my writing; I changed. I hadn’t ever had anyone that cared about how I felt, or cared to hear my opinion upon things until her. For her I am so thankful.  Even though I received a few heart breaks and disappointments, that light in me never went out.

For me believing in magic is something more than believing in Santa or the Tooth fairy, but it’s something that you create yourself. It’s the passion you develop for life. It’s the magic that you find within your soul. My magic is love; love for me runs deeper than finding a soul mate. Its everyday, everyday falling in love with something or someone. Maybe it’s a new CD, or song. Maybe a boy or girl. A person or a thing. It’s just finding something that gives you passion or the desire to become better; something that inspires you to live. That to me is love. That is magic to me.

Bippity-Boppity-boo. Is often the words that people contact with magic. When we think of magic we think of things like Santa, the tooth fairy, fairy god mothers, tricks and many other things. All these things are wonderful to believe in as long as you don't believe in them past your childhood. But, I don't agree. What's wrong with believing?

As a child I was all about believing in magic. I remember believing that everything wa good and pure. I did not believe in bad or negative things. I use to think that Tinker Bell was real, I would spend hours upon hours catching lighting bugs believing that they were magicial fairies. Santa was real. eve

As  a child everything was magical to me. I remember traveling with my dad and see things I wasn't use to.



Somewhere along the way I lost my ability to believe.
My entire life I grew up seeing and believing in the magic of love.  Then my parents split. To a child this is the end of the world; their world. My parents were my idiol, as a child I had never seen someone love the way my parents did. and then they just stopped. I then stopped beliving in the magic of the world. I didn't understand why this was happening, I no longer viewed the world as pure.

Growing up I had two dads, one mom, and three sets of grandparents. Sounds confusing right? Well here's how it goes. Right after my mother graduated from high school she married her high school sweet heart. As it goes everything was peachy for the first few years, these two brought a baby named Courtney into this world

AS a little girl I looked up to my mother and my fathers relationships. I always wanted love and to be happy. My parents were the ideal couple, we had a nice home, my mother was allowed to stay home with us. To me this was everything, and then it wasn't anymore. My mom and dad would spend hours upo

toilet paper

Do you realize how many fights start because some people refuse to change the toilet paper roll. I mean really is it that hard to grab a new one and put it where it belongs? I mean really, Its absolutely the most annoying thuing when you go into the bath and there isnt toilet paper, or when its put uppside down. dont even get me started on it being left on the back of the toilet...Ugh, some peoples children i swear.
 Speaking of toilet paper rolls i once read rhis story about a spider being on the inside of a roll and when you went to grab a piece it came out on your hand, now im not afraid of spiders but lets just say i would not appericate one coming out on my hand.. Speaking of spiders... I also read this story about three random people from florida becoming extreemly ill. i think at least one of them died, im not exactly sure on that part. Anyways.. they were ill and the doctors couldnt figure out what was wrong with them so they traced their steps back and figured out in the last week all three at the same Olive Garden. So they at first thought it was the food that was causing this and then they fought an odd mark on the body of one the people and figured out it was a spider

dice

A square with the number 1-6 on it. i find this object the most pointless thing, but it is use in some many diffenet things. When I was child my sister and I would roll the dice and whoever got the highest number would be the person in charge. Well my older sister seemed to always be the one in charge.. How weird is that? She would always some how land on the 5 or 6.. Cheater. She would boss me around and make me let her play with my easy bake oven or give her my ice cream. I remember i had this sweet barbie that she made me give her. She was always doing things like this to me. I even remember how muc i use to love eating cookies but she once told me that oreos gave little kids cancer so i had to stop eating them. But, I remember i once took a bite out of butter and i blamed it on courtney and courtney blamed it on me. HAHA she was so made that we had to stand in the corner because i wouldnt tell them i did it. Pay back.. My sister and I always fought, its so crazy looking back to see how close we have became. I guess time does change everything. My sister now lives 15 hours away, and I miss her everyday.

wallet

I have this bad habit and I mean bad habit about not carrying a purpse or wallet on me.....
I carrying everything in my jacket pockets. Ever since I was able to drive i have probably had to get 3 new IDs. I had had to get new back cards numorous times. I have lost countless amounts of cash. Just a few weeks ago I had a 100 dollar bill on me that i was suppose to take to the bank. well before i even left the house I had lost it. I was not able to find it either. Well on y birthday which was last friday I had my only access to money in my jacket pocket/. I had shopped all day long with no  problems and the i get this email saying that my card was shut of and the it was reported stolen. I started freaking out because i hadnt reported it stolen so i didnt understand what was going on, turns

credo

I believe in respect. I believe that family is the most important thing this world has to offer. I believe that without the support and faith a family gives you wouldn't know right from wrong.I have always relied on my family to keep me grounded. With my family I have a accomplished so much. I decided to go to school so I can make my mother proud and to give my brother someone to look up to. My mother has gone to the end of the world for me and I owe her everything for the life she has given. I am beyond blessed. I want to look back at my life and be someone worth respect. I will live my life as respectfully as I can.
This sounds silly, but that's what I've always wanted. I've always wanted to be someone with a career. I wanted to have a foot print in this world. I believe that in life if you don't work hard for something you will never have the satisfaction of accomplishing something great. Hard work is something my mother has always installed and punished upon us. She never gave up on us.





Response:
 I read the grown up barbie response and it hit home for me. As a child I always idolized my older sister she was beautiful, smart, funny, and so humble. I wanted to be my sister, I would spend my time following her around, dressing like her, and talking like her. Looking back its so silly, but she was a such a great girl to look up. I can relate to this story because I feel like everyone has someone or something they look up to and strive to be as great as that thing/person. Looking up to someone or something is fantastic it will really punish you to be the best possible you! As I have grown up I have really became my own person. I no longer wish to be my sister I only wish to be me. But, I am thankful everyday for my sister showing me its pretty great to just be me. I didn't idolize barbie, but my sister was my barbie growing up.

Road Trip

My first trip on my own, A ROAD TRIP FROM HELL. Six of my friends decided last minute we were going to go to Florida, we had one week to plan this little trip out. I hated my job so I quit and went with them. We took a little 5 seater car with four girls and two boys. We were already packed in, but with four girls we didn't pack lightly. For the first hour we were all so excited couldn't wait to get there, no one complained just enjoyed themselves. Well the didn't last long... About two hours into the trip everyone got cranky; I mean really cranky. No one could move let alone breathe because we were so packed in. Well then dome one got the bright idea of one of us riding in the trunk. Well I just happened to be the lucky winner of the idea. So we moved are million and five bags around to make room for me; WORST IDEA EVER.  I have never in my life been so uncomfortable or annoyed in my life.

My Driving

I can honestly say I don't know who in their right mind would ever allow me to drive, my parents would most likely agree with you. I remember the first time my father ever let me get behind the wheel, I was just about to turn 16. Oh boy, that was a dad. I gave my dad some wipe lash, let's just say I was a little touchy on the brakes;) When I finally turn 16 it took me three times just to pass the driving test. I remember the first time I failed I just blew it off, then the second time I balled like a baby: I just knew I was never going to pass. When I finally passed I was so pumped I hit a pole in the Wal-Mart parking lot, side swiped a car and rammed a cart. Let's just say thank god I wasn't given a new car and thankfully I didn't cause any real harm to anyone or anything. One time when we were in Florida for vacation we all rented scooters to drive around, well I went all day with no accidents or anything. Well just before we had to return them my key broke off so I switched my friend scooter's, it just so happened to be that his gas was on the opposing side....We were out side of a small ice cream shop and I meant to have my hand on the brake, instead I laid on the gas. A family of six was sitting right in front of me, the dad jumped out and grabbed the scooter before it rammed his family, he was really mad. If you only knew how bad of a driver I actually am you'd probably be scared as well.

What if...

What if...
I was tan.
I ran away to Florida.
I had a different mom.
I didn't come to school today.
I went to school in Florida.
I wasnt from Missouri.
my name wasnt kylee
I had 20 siblings
 my parents were still married
I liked to work out
I had a twin
I was out of school
I got married right out of high school
I had a child
I decided not to go to school
I knew what I wanted to be
I could see in the future
I never had to worry




What if I ran away to Florida? I could only picture the look on my mothers face. Eeekkkkkk. Scary thought. I remember when I first started applying to school in  Florida, I would get these newsletters and my mom would throw them away or hide them. She's so against me leaving her. Sometimes I feel as if she relies on me a little too much. But every time I think that I start to feel guilty, she did give me life. Anyways, back to talking about running away to Florida. I guess I would do it in the middle of the night. I would pack my suit case and leave a note saying where I went. I would drive there as  at as I could without looking back. I  have always loved the ocean and the  sand between my toes, the heat of the sun beating down on my skin. Since the first time I went to Florida I knew that's where I wanted to be, no questions about it. I have always had some interest in the ocean, with sharks and abandon boots and silly stuff like that. I think that I would go to school for something that allowed me to explore it. I'd find a job at diner and wait tables as I went to school. I would make something out of myself. I think the hardest part about running away would be the hear t break of my mother and leaving my little brother behind. I think that's what is really holding me back from chasing my dream.

What if I had 20 siblings? Well I would probably never be bored. I would always have someone to talk to. Or someone to annoy. My parents would probably forget a lot of things, like who had dance, or basketball practice, or school meetings. With that many kids our birthdays would probably be forgotten or at least some of us would have double birthdays; that would suck! My mother would probably be really cranky having to deal with 20 different personalities. The towns people would probably think that my family was crazy, so we would probably be bullied. But I guess if one of us got bullied we would have  a gang of like 19, who would want to fight 19 kids? We would probably have to share rooms. That would be really hard for me, i have to have my own space. 20 kids that's a lot of mouths to feed. I would probably be skinny! So that's a plus. I would hope there would be bathrooms like public places have. I don't think could wait for 19 other people to use the restroom and get ready before me. I would always look rough if that was the case. I bet there would be a lot of arguments taking place daily. I would hope that I was one of the oldest so I could get out faster! I bet that thanksgiving would always be fun.

What if I only lived to be 40..

If I knew that I would only live to be 40, I would do all the things that I was to afraid to do before. I would stop living with the what if's of life. I would just live. I would go to  Africa like I have always dreamed. I would go work with sharks and study the ocean. I would stand up to the people who put me down in life. I would stop living with negativity. I would let go of those people who hurt me. I wouldn't be afraid to live. I would take life with a grain of salt. I would appreciate the time spent with my mom more. I would thank her a million times for the life she has given me. I would own a fox. I would give a child of need a home and life that they would love. I wouldn't go to school. I'd marry someone I loved and travel the world. I would right a book. I would help my baby brother become a man. I would forgive the people who hurt me and walked away from my life. I would go striking. I would spend one night in jail. I would sleep on the beach. I would spend every minute of my life truly appreciating the things God has granted me with.

I believe...

That family should always come first.
That friendship is extremely important.
That you have to make yourself happy before you can be happy with someone else.
That marriage isn't everything.
That there is more to life than love.
That you should try and create your own life.
That everyone should have a puppy.
That school is everything
That there is always two sides to a story.
That you should always be yourself
That paper back books should be read more.
That you shouldn't forget to tell people you love them.

Jung!

After taking the quiz my results said that I was a ENFP kind of gal. In a lot of ways I would agree, I am often really compassionate towards things and people. I tend to let my feelings control a lot of what I do. I also agree that with the enthusiastic part I am always excited. I love to try and do new things; seeing the world is my deepest desire. As for being creative not so much. I like to design things, but I never finish most of my projects. I started remodeling my room six months ago; still not finished. I think that the quiz really helped me understand that I need to focus on one thing at a time. I always get so excited to try something new that I tend to forget what I am already working on. I feel like I  do this in school as well, I will work on something to my full ability and then when the next project comes a long I just move on. This is often a down fall at school. I sometimes don't get things I need to turned in. I am also not so great with deadlines. I don't really talk about the idea's I have with other people, I normally keep things to myself. Although, I do work well with most people and I like the approval of others. I don't like to read or really talk in front of the class so I don't require an opportunity to actively discuss information. So for the most apart I think the quiz really nailed it.