Week 5 Reflection

How are you feeling? Be specific.

I am just getting over being very sick last week and just like Professor Burtis said… I think I feel better now than I did before I was sick! I feel like I have more energy and appreciate being able to breathe through my nose so much more now.  This is my final semester of college… and let me tell ya, IT IS HARD.  Some of the classes I am enrolled in this semester are the hardest classes I have ever taken, but I am trying to utilize my planner as much as possible to stay on track.

This week was really tough for me… I was and still feel really unfamiliar with audio and the assignments took a lot of effort for me to comprehend this week but I kinda enjoyed a challenge.  Writing is something I am familiar with so it was fun to do something a little different!

One other thing that was really new to me this week was doing a self-evaluation, I have done something similar at work but never for school.  I think it is a great tool to have us reflect on the amount of effort we are actually putting into the course… it made me second guess myself a little bit if I could be working harder and that motivated me to strive for excellence as the course proceeds.

Character Choice and Intro

My name is Sarah Thatcher and I grew up in small town in Southhampton County, Virginia.  My parents owned a cattle farm with many other animals like horses and chickens and pigs, there I learned the importance of a strong work ethic and protecting the family.  My father was the leader of our wolf pack and worked hard every day to provide for us and protect the home and land we lived on.  He made so many sacrifices to ensure we got by.  My mother was love and caring and the backbone of our family.  She was the main support system for us all and just as important to our security as my father.

I had two younger sisters that were just as intelligent as they were beautiful.  I like to think that they looked up to me, and I tried my hardest to be a good example for them.  We spent every morning riding the trails on our horses, laughing and loving one another. Some of my favorite memories of us are from when were riding.  We didn’t have much but we worked hard and were so thankful that we had each other at the end of the day.

Tragically… that all changed one day.  My mother, father and sisters and I were returning from church in town one Sunday afternoon when an 18 wheeler struck the back of our pick up truck.  The truck rolled and crunched and when I woke up… I found out that I was the only survivor.  This was the major turning point in my life, I was now all alone.

I tried my best to keep the family farm in business and found that working every day helped to distract my mind from the major loss of my family.  The farm was all I had left of my family, my sisters horses missed them dearly and I had been avoiding riding the trails in fear their memories would come flooding back.

Now, I find myself having this overwhelming need to do good and protect, much like my father used to do when he was in charge of the farm.  I have distanced myself greatly from our community but still remain active at our church because I know my mother would want that for me.  I try to stay positive knowing I am keeping our farm alive and well and all our hard work wasn’t for nothing.  I want to continue to protect our family name in remembrance of my dearly loved family.

Week 3 Reflection

Weekly Reflection:

This week really helped me get into the creative spirit in an apocalyptic sense.  I am not very familiar with this subject matter but after reading some short stories and diving into my novel “I Am Legend” I have really acclimated to it.

It has made it easier for me to do writing assignments and raise my own questions on the subject matter.  I am starting to get a hang of using my website a little bit and have started to navigate and read other people’s journeys to the end.

My favorite part of this week was the daily creates… I really tickle myself with the little things my brain comes up with and love seeing other’s tweets.  This is a lot of work… but I love that we are all doing it together and that makes it really fun!

 

Work from other people:

I really enjoyed Jillian Gellman’s post on the apocalypse from a different perspective. It was hilarious! I would have never thought of “the dirt” having its own perspective.

I also really loved Taylor’s amazon review on the space heater… I LOLd reading it the whole time.  I get really cold and love a warm blanket next to a fire so I am glad she will have this item and liked using it!

Question of the Week:
“In the event of an apocalypse, do you think you’d be the kind of person to hoard your supplies (for yourself and your loved ones) or would you share them with those around you in need? Why or why not?”
I would definitely share my supplies with those around me that need them because I might be in need one day and I would want them to do the same.  Also, from what I’ve seen on TV and in movies…. the selfish know-it-all is always the first to die … and I don’t want that to be me.  I would like to set an example for those around me to grow a community that can rely on one another in times of need.

Who Inspires You

My dad is my biggest inspiration. He is such a kind, giving, and intelligent man.  He has built his life around his faith and strength in his family.  He built a successful, commercial construction company from the ground up, enduring and recovering from two massive heart attacks and numerous other struggles.

He could have given in, given up and settled for the situation he was given, but he continued to give to others, love endlessly and care for those around him.  He has sacrificed so much to provide for our family and goes out of his way every day to give his company and employees.  

Woof Woof! No Walks Today

Last night my mom and I fell asleep watching a sad movie.  I think it was sad because she was crying, so I snuggled her and licked her face.  Her tears were really salty.  I really don’t know why she was so upset but I am worried about her.  I did not sleep well… there were strange sounds coming from outside that sounded like very angry people.  Usually I would bark to keep them away and protect my mom, but she told me to be very very quiet.

Usually in the mornings my mom wakes up and we dance together to my favorite sounds and then we go on a walk outside. I love walks. I love walking and smelling and walking and peeing on my favorite trees. They are my trees.

But today, we stayed inside and mom told me we could not play my favorite sounds and to be very quiet.  I am sad.  I want to go outside and go on a walk.

I am very worried about my mom. I can tell she wants to go outside too… but for now I will be a good boy and protect her from the angry sounding people outside.

Products of the Apocalypse

Review:

This 4-person emergency kit was VITAL to our survival during the apocalypse.  It helped me and three of my loved ones get by while we figured out how to establish ourselves and find other survivors.  I highly recommend this to anyone trying to prepare themselves.  It included food, water, duct tape, pocket knife (included other tools that helped us eat and build), and  hand-crank power station that gave us some light for a limited time in the bunker.  If you want to protect yourself and your family from the apocalypse buy this survival kit!

Alternative Ending To “There Will Come Soft Rains”

The ending of this short story was so sad to me… I really wanted the house to survive so this is how I would rewrite it:

Five o’clock.  The baths filled with warm water, for the children needed to take baths.  “Bathtime! Bathtime!”  The house sung awaiting the squeals of the young children it once knew.

Six, seven, eight o’clock.  The uneaten dinner sunk down into the disposal system and dirty dishes whirled into cleanliness. The house was clean, beds were warm, it had fulfilled its daily duties.

Nine o’clock.  Blinds closed, shutting out the remains of the other houses destroyed and shadows of what once was.  Before the war, this street was filled with laughing, playing children and families who took great pride in their community and their homes.

As the night drew to an end, the house accepted its lonely fate of another day, only accompanied by the stray dogs it had taken in.

A new day of duties was just around the corner, but for now it was time for rest.

Short Stories Reflections

 

For this assignment I chose to read “Finis” and “There Will Come Soft Rains”, two very different short stories with a very similar end where there are no survivors.

Finis was very hard to follow and had poor grammar and spelling that was a little distracting, but I tried hard to follow and eventually became involved in the story of a “central sun” in the universe that was able to be seen from Earth.

There are so many theories on the universe that it would not surprise me if this theory has some scientific truth behind it.  I have always wondered if there is another solar system like ours with other planets inhabited by humans… Are they as advance as us or more?  Do they have the same languages or totally different?  The questions that arise as I start to delve into the possibilities of other solar systems and universes are endless.

Similar to this story, it is scary think that there could be so much more out there that we don’t know about or how it could potentially impact us.  The excitement in the city from crowds anticipating the new star was quickly silenced by fear from the unknown heat and repercussions.  What seemed to be a brilliant phenomenon, much like our recent super moon, turned into being the last the human eye would ever see.  Thankfully compared to this story, science has advanced greatly and we have advanced technology to try to inform ourselves of what is to come.

“There Will Come Soft Rains”  was written in 1920 but it is set in 2026.  It is funny to read predictions of the future and find some hopeful parallels.  The “morning announcements” and hourly automated help are very similar to what we have today through Siri and Amazon’s Alexa, but I am not sure we have yet created automated breakfasts in homes…. there’s still a few years!  The cleaning automated mice are very similar to our Roomba vacuum cleaners. I have always wanted one it would be so nice to turn it on in the morning and come home to dog-hair-free carpet.

I got really into this story, as it is very descriptive… I was not expecting a nuclear war scene where everyone was gone and only this house remained.  I was really rooting for this house to survive, but it too had an impeding doom. It is a very sad story… so many advancements in technology and society (almost perfected) and yet war was still an issue.  This could easily become a reality with heat rising between countries like North and South Korea.

 

 

 

 

Week 2 Reflection

This week I started off with doing some pretty fun daily creates.

The first being: #tdc2207 “Your Brushroom” where I had to find an old kitchen tool and rename it.  I chose the cheese grater because I have never used it without almost losing a finger or too and I feel like that has to be its real purpose: “finger shredder”.

The next daily create I chose was #tdc2206 where we had to tell a flash fiction story about the zombie apocalypse in a single tweet.  Reading the “Twitter Fiction” article gave me some insight on how to be successful with this story.

I really enjoy doing the daily creates because it is a quick fun way to stay involved with other people in this course and see their creativity.

We also did a little learning from the article “Storytelling for the Twenty-First Century” where we dived into what digital storytelling is and what stories are and are not.  I think this article will help me in this course when filtering through my creativity in our assignments.

Question of the Week: In the event of a zombie apocalypse, would you rather be turned into a zombie or have everyone you love turned into a zombie? Why?

I think I would rather be turned into a zombie… it would be so hard to lose everyone I love and knowing that they are a danger to me. There could be a possibility that I would have to kill someone I love to save myself and I am not sure I could ever do that.  At least if I’m a zombie there is chance that I could still be with my family and loved ones.