Adam Blunt
Mr. Sabatino English 100
One Semester Memoir
This semester has been a tough one, but one with many opportunities and experiences. It has the classic first year college gripes with finding your way through a new campus and trying to maintain a steady consistency of good or decent grades with all of your classes. It was hard for me because throughout high school I became more and more lazy as a student. My mind wandered and zoned out and at different points I had the feeling the maybe school wasn’t for me. That type of mindset was a big hurdle to jump over going into my first year of college. I was relieved to leave my cold and dirty room that’s way in the attic, but was really nervous and unsure what to expect going to DCCC.
I don’t really talk about this that much because I’m kind of a private person. I not like hiding in a cave private, but more of the, “something serious is going on in my personal life that is regarding my friends and family I should keep this to myself.” I like to keep a positive mindset and be a positive person. Now before I started going to DCCC about 2 years ago I promised my mom that I would go to college. She wanted to apply myself because she always said I was smart. In mid/late April 201r my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. She was in the VERY early stages so that was a good sign, but throughout the year I had this constant worry about her. I remember the long hours of the two summers going to my oldest sisters’ house and just spending time with my mom. Talking and hanging out for hours, having and giving her the most fun that we can to relieve her stress and worry in any way. My parents divorced when I was really young and my two siblings, my sisters specifically were both way older than me being in their late twenties and early thirties. So since she basically raised me herself she is the closest family member I have. Since I took a year off of school to work and get some money in my pocket it also took the doctors a whole year to treat her. So going into my first school year I had a lot on my mind. No one in my immediate family has went to college until now, I was the first. My oldest sister never went to college and my other sister started after me because she was in the Navy. My mother tried to go to college, but couldn’t because my family is “donate a quarter to save an African child” poor and my dad never went to college and started at a young age working at Boeing and is still working there to this day. Me and my cousin were going off to college the same year so when my cousin had a trunk party as he was about to leave for college, during the late afternoon me, my sister, 4 of our friends and 4 of my cousins including the one that was leaving to go to college out of state sat around a table in the middle of his yard and my sister and other cousins talked about how proud they were about us getting our education and to not squander this opportunity. I felt this necessary responsibility to make then proud so I cleaned up my act and tried to be a better and willing student to learn then I was before.
When I first arrived to DCCC and you see the wide variety of people scrambling like ants to their different destinations. I didn’t know what to expect and because from what I was seeing this was quite intimidation. I grew up in Oxford PA, which is a REALLY small town and I’m living with my dad now, for what I believe, him making up for miss time. So I was already pretty antsy when I stepped foot on campus. That nervousness washed away throughout the beginning weeks when I sat and became more adjusted to the classes I was in. I liked the energy and atmosphere of all of my classes. People always say that you should be in a class that you feel comfortable with. With me being the awkward and weird individual that I am if I don’t feel comfortable or like a class then I just shut down and zone out. It has to be a combination me not only liking the class, but getting the sense of where the class is going and liking what I am doing. I need to feel like I’m learning something and that what I am learning can help and impact my future. Now what I want to do isn’t life changing like becoming a doctor or a become president of the United States. I’m an artist, my interest is art, animation and all that goes with it, but I want to look for any help my interest in art. Whether it’s learning about math equations that can help me if I wanted to go into animation. Writing if I ever want to bring my characters to life and writing also helps me learn how to gain interest in my work by putting my own personality in it. Just recently my friend Sam a while ago came up with an idea to create our own comic book universe. We had characters like Firebrand, a guy completely covered head to toe by flames, the blue menace who is a guy whose skin color is blue and Buckshot a traveling mercenary. We decided to put that one hold a work on our very own space epic. The idea originated because the new Star Wars is coming out and we realized that there’s a lot of comics or graphic novels about superheroes, but not a lot of recent stories about space epics. The idea we have is basically a combination of Guardians of the Galaxy meets the Sopranos meets Game of Thrones. That’s a weird mashup, but we’re still working out the kinks. I also like drawing monsters which I guess now for our space epic can be called aliens. Having an art class and working with black and white pieces and working with pieces that allows me to think outside the box can help me out on my own art work.
I had different experiences with all of my classes. Starting with my English class, the class I am writing this for. Now the only time I would write is either when I would do a research paper or when I wrote comics. Yeah, I know nerdy right, but that were the only times I would write. When I arrived to this English class the entire class felt way more different than anything I have taken before which is a good thing because I can’t name the countless of times I was bored out of mind sitting on those hard and never leveled out desks with pencil marks and scrapes all over the top of the desk with different wads of gum that were put under the desk in my past English classes. Reading stories which are ingrained in my brain which now I find entertaining, but when I was in high school during my shithead days being a complete jackass I hated reading stories like Dante’s Inferno, Great Gatsby and any Shakespeare story because I hated writing a full length book, I mean paper. This English class is way different because we’re not writing research paper, we’re writing blogs. Which is weird to even write about because I would have never have thought that throughout the semester a majority of my assignments would be me writing a blog. It is such a different experience that allowed me to inject a little bit of my personality. I mean the classes I had before I had to be so proper and well written like I’m the queen of England, but for this class I can say fuck in a paper if the situation allows it. I mean come on, that’s FUCKING AWESOME! Not to mention Mr. Mangini is a pretty cool teacher. With my math class I hated math in high school because I not only wasn’t good at it and didn’t care for it. Professor Kolpas helped me truly understand what I was doing. In high school I was absolutely terrible at math. I fluked so many tests, all I can say that it was bad. With the math class I have now I kind of surprised myself on how well I am doing. I have done every well on every test getting an 80% on both of my tests and I have done every homework which gets me a little proud of myself. Spending most of my late nights up in the attic looking at the bright screen of my laptop of me staring at the contents on my math textbook brought to you by Chegg. The amount of times where I’m constantly scrolling up and down to looking for specific text examples that can help me finish my long homework which is usually one to sixty-one odd. Me putting hard pressure on my pencil because of the amount of work that has to be shown for each problem put way too much graphite which became ingrained into my papers. Then there’s art and even though I HATE painting because painting isn’t my thing. The long hours of me mixing my black and white paints to find the many shades of gray was annoying. Also I hate paint in general because it goes everywhere and I have to rub so much soap, which kind of smells like coconut, onto my hands and scrub every nook and cranny because acrylic paint dries extremely quickly. I can say art was pretty much ok and I always enjoy myself for the most part.
DCCC has also helped me be more myself. I’ve struggled with that a lot especially throughout high school, but the friends that I have met like me for the nerdy black dude that I am. I’m a nerdy weirdo that dresses like a mix of Eminem from 8 mile and Cam Newton’s attire from his press conferences. With the steady consistency of me wearing one of my snapback caps with one most likely being a Chicago Bulls cap and then there’s my trademark hoodie. I’m what I call a deep sweaty who’s into comic books, anime, toys, sneakers, sports, movies and anything and everything associated with nerd culture which seems to be everything nowadays. I can where my red Deadpool and look around and see a bunch of different people that also have comic book related shirts that kind of gets me all warm and fuzzy inside. I like how the people I have become close too are also into the geeky stuff that I am also into. When you first arrive at a place for the first time like DCCC you have these questions and doubts in the back of your mind. One of those questions is whether or not you’re going to find that group of people you can call your friends. Your homies, your clique, your posse, your crew. The people you have grown close too. It is safe to say that for me I have met those people. I have had a lot of new experiences that have affected me and the who I am now. From that small (even though I’m still short) geeky kid from a small town in the countryside of Pennsylvania in the middle of nowhere to the guy I have become now. Like I have said in my “This I Believe” blog post, change is inevitable. And I believe that I have had a positive change for the better and I look forward to what the future holds.
Mr. Sabatino English 100
One Semester Memoir
This semester has been a tough one, but one with many opportunities and experiences. It has the classic first year college gripes with finding your way through a new campus and trying to maintain a steady consistency of good or decent grades with all of your classes. It was hard for me because throughout high school I became more and more lazy as a student. My mind wandered and zoned out and at different points I had the feeling the maybe school wasn’t for me. That type of mindset was a big hurdle to jump over going into my first year of college. I was relieved to leave my cold and dirty room that’s way in the attic, but was really nervous and unsure what to expect going to DCCC.
I don’t really talk about this that much because I’m kind of a private person. I not like hiding in a cave private, but more of the, “something serious is going on in my personal life that is regarding my friends and family I should keep this to myself.” I like to keep a positive mindset and be a positive person. Now before I started going to DCCC about 2 years ago I promised my mom that I would go to college. She wanted to apply myself because she always said I was smart. In mid/late April 201r my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. She was in the VERY early stages so that was a good sign, but throughout the year I had this constant worry about her. I remember the long hours of the two summers going to my oldest sisters’ house and just spending time with my mom. Talking and hanging out for hours, having and giving her the most fun that we can to relieve her stress and worry in any way. My parents divorced when I was really young and my two siblings, my sisters specifically were both way older than me being in their late twenties and early thirties. So since she basically raised me herself she is the closest family member I have. Since I took a year off of school to work and get some money in my pocket it also took the doctors a whole year to treat her. So going into my first school year I had a lot on my mind. No one in my immediate family has went to college until now, I was the first. My oldest sister never went to college and my other sister started after me because she was in the Navy. My mother tried to go to college, but couldn’t because my family is “donate a quarter to save an African child” poor and my dad never went to college and started at a young age working at Boeing and is still working there to this day. Me and my cousin were going off to college the same year so when my cousin had a trunk party as he was about to leave for college, during the late afternoon me, my sister, 4 of our friends and 4 of my cousins including the one that was leaving to go to college out of state sat around a table in the middle of his yard and my sister and other cousins talked about how proud they were about us getting our education and to not squander this opportunity. I felt this necessary responsibility to make then proud so I cleaned up my act and tried to be a better and willing student to learn then I was before.
When I first arrived to DCCC and you see the wide variety of people scrambling like ants to their different destinations. I didn’t know what to expect and because from what I was seeing this was quite intimidation. I grew up in Oxford PA, which is a REALLY small town and I’m living with my dad now, for what I believe, him making up for miss time. So I was already pretty antsy when I stepped foot on campus. That nervousness washed away throughout the beginning weeks when I sat and became more adjusted to the classes I was in. I liked the energy and atmosphere of all of my classes. People always say that you should be in a class that you feel comfortable with. With me being the awkward and weird individual that I am if I don’t feel comfortable or like a class then I just shut down and zone out. It has to be a combination me not only liking the class, but getting the sense of where the class is going and liking what I am doing. I need to feel like I’m learning something and that what I am learning can help and impact my future. Now what I want to do isn’t life changing like becoming a doctor or a become president of the United States. I’m an artist, my interest is art, animation and all that goes with it, but I want to look for any help my interest in art. Whether it’s learning about math equations that can help me if I wanted to go into animation. Writing if I ever want to bring my characters to life and writing also helps me learn how to gain interest in my work by putting my own personality in it. Just recently my friend Sam a while ago came up with an idea to create our own comic book universe. We had characters like Firebrand, a guy completely covered head to toe by flames, the blue menace who is a guy whose skin color is blue and Buckshot a traveling mercenary. We decided to put that one hold a work on our very own space epic. The idea originated because the new Star Wars is coming out and we realized that there’s a lot of comics or graphic novels about superheroes, but not a lot of recent stories about space epics. The idea we have is basically a combination of Guardians of the Galaxy meets the Sopranos meets Game of Thrones. That’s a weird mashup, but we’re still working out the kinks. I also like drawing monsters which I guess now for our space epic can be called aliens. Having an art class and working with black and white pieces and working with pieces that allows me to think outside the box can help me out on my own art work.
I had different experiences with all of my classes. Starting with my English class, the class I am writing this for. Now the only time I would write is either when I would do a research paper or when I wrote comics. Yeah, I know nerdy right, but that were the only times I would write. When I arrived to this English class the entire class felt way more different than anything I have taken before which is a good thing because I can’t name the countless of times I was bored out of mind sitting on those hard and never leveled out desks with pencil marks and scrapes all over the top of the desk with different wads of gum that were put under the desk in my past English classes. Reading stories which are ingrained in my brain which now I find entertaining, but when I was in high school during my shithead days being a complete jackass I hated reading stories like Dante’s Inferno, Great Gatsby and any Shakespeare story because I hated writing a full length book, I mean paper. This English class is way different because we’re not writing research paper, we’re writing blogs. Which is weird to even write about because I would have never have thought that throughout the semester a majority of my assignments would be me writing a blog. It is such a different experience that allowed me to inject a little bit of my personality. I mean the classes I had before I had to be so proper and well written like I’m the queen of England, but for this class I can say fuck in a paper if the situation allows it. I mean come on, that’s FUCKING AWESOME! Not to mention Mr. Mangini is a pretty cool teacher. With my math class I hated math in high school because I not only wasn’t good at it and didn’t care for it. Professor Kolpas helped me truly understand what I was doing. In high school I was absolutely terrible at math. I fluked so many tests, all I can say that it was bad. With the math class I have now I kind of surprised myself on how well I am doing. I have done every well on every test getting an 80% on both of my tests and I have done every homework which gets me a little proud of myself. Spending most of my late nights up in the attic looking at the bright screen of my laptop of me staring at the contents on my math textbook brought to you by Chegg. The amount of times where I’m constantly scrolling up and down to looking for specific text examples that can help me finish my long homework which is usually one to sixty-one odd. Me putting hard pressure on my pencil because of the amount of work that has to be shown for each problem put way too much graphite which became ingrained into my papers. Then there’s art and even though I HATE painting because painting isn’t my thing. The long hours of me mixing my black and white paints to find the many shades of gray was annoying. Also I hate paint in general because it goes everywhere and I have to rub so much soap, which kind of smells like coconut, onto my hands and scrub every nook and cranny because acrylic paint dries extremely quickly. I can say art was pretty much ok and I always enjoy myself for the most part.
DCCC has also helped me be more myself. I’ve struggled with that a lot especially throughout high school, but the friends that I have met like me for the nerdy black dude that I am. I’m a nerdy weirdo that dresses like a mix of Eminem from 8 mile and Cam Newton’s attire from his press conferences. With the steady consistency of me wearing one of my snapback caps with one most likely being a Chicago Bulls cap and then there’s my trademark hoodie. I’m what I call a deep sweaty who’s into comic books, anime, toys, sneakers, sports, movies and anything and everything associated with nerd culture which seems to be everything nowadays. I can where my red Deadpool and look around and see a bunch of different people that also have comic book related shirts that kind of gets me all warm and fuzzy inside. I like how the people I have become close too are also into the geeky stuff that I am also into. When you first arrive at a place for the first time like DCCC you have these questions and doubts in the back of your mind. One of those questions is whether or not you’re going to find that group of people you can call your friends. Your homies, your clique, your posse, your crew. The people you have grown close too. It is safe to say that for me I have met those people. I have had a lot of new experiences that have affected me and the who I am now. From that small (even though I’m still short) geeky kid from a small town in the countryside of Pennsylvania in the middle of nowhere to the guy I have become now. Like I have said in my “This I Believe” blog post, change is inevitable. And I believe that I have had a positive change for the better and I look forward to what the future holds.