Bullet in the Brain!

After reading Bullet in the Brain by Tobias Wolff I was to the point where I was speechless on how I felt with this piece of reading. In the beginning, I thought, it was the journey of a man being captured in a robbery, but then the story completely flipped going into great detail of a man named Anders having a bullet go through is brain. After thinking and analyzing the story, I believe, this story means you only think of something true to your heart, or something that means strongly to you in some way, is what comes up in a tragic situation, what ever it may be. To me it means, that unfortunately in a situation, like the short story, it is what makes you think of an exciting, uplifting situation that you have not thought about in years. And when your down to the last minutes, seconds of your life, that is what comes up. It can be unfortunate it ways, but also calming to realize the last moments of your life, is the most enjoyable. How the story as shaped me and trying to make me see is that no matter what situation your put into, try and make the best out of it. But also with this short story, I have a hard time thinking about how it shaped or affected me in some way.

The reason why I feel this way because throughout the story I was extremely confused on what the author was trying to tell his readers. I was the ones that got confused! One paragraph he is describing in amazing detail the direction the bullet went through the man's head. Then next he is describing what the man has remember, though past experience, but to what the man was really thinking when he took in is last breaths. I got lost, too lost to the point that at the end of the story, I really did not enjoy it. I was very uncomfortable with the comments the robber made when Anders was looking in careful detail of the ceiling and of the man's eyes. It was not necessary for those reactions. Overall I would have to say that I have never read any piece like this before, would I again? Yes, I believe, to get a more of an understanding of what the author is trying to get the readers to see, hear, or plainly understand what their writing our about.

the day in the life of a 10 year old

Getting up at six thirty is never a easy thing for me. As my alarm goes off I slam the snooze button and continue to sleep. Within a few minutes later I hear my mom coming into my room, shaking me to get up. After her obnoxious shaking, I roll out of my most comfortable bed and stumble my way to the bathroom. I love the heat from showers, so I never want to get out. Within fifteen to twenty minutes, my dad yells through the door screaming, "T, hurry up I need to get ready for work." After telling him, "Alright, alright I'm done", I go into my room and blow dry my hair. Now picking out a outfit is always such a dilemma, but today I ended up with just a pair of jeans and a cute sweater my mommy got for me. As always were running late, so I have to shove my breakfast down my throat and run around the house looking for my backpack.

My mom drops me off at school, and before I go line up, I see my best friends all hanging around. After gossiping to them about certain boys and if we did our homework last night, the school bell rings and we go and line up. We walk in, put our coats and backpacks on our hooks, and sit in our decks. Everyone's is different and unique. My, like always, is organized and clean. Our teacher, Mrs. Cox, greets us with her warming smile and charm. She is telling us what the lesson plans our for this morning and afternoon and also to remind us that we have health/p.e. today. I'm always excited to hear this because I love p.e. and I have the biggest crush on my teacher, Mr. Currow. We always start every class morning with a quote, today was "Be the best you can be" and then we go over the homework. This morning of lessons were extremely boring, as we had to finish our readings and take a spelling test, but it all got better when Mrs. Cox told us to go line up for p.e. After lining up, we walk down to the gym and notice Mr. Currow as set the gym up to play kickball. Before we could get into teams, we had to run continuously around the gym for five minutes. I don't mind this, but every time we do run someone has to complain, expectually the boys. We finish running and split into two teams; boys vs. girls. After playing for about half an hour, the girls dominated the boys, finally! It has been taking us quiet a long time. As were all sweaty and thirsty, we line up again and head back to the classroom. I'm starving, good thing lunch is in a hour. My mommy packed my lunch today; peanut butter and jelly, grapes, cheetos, and money for milk.

My favorite time of the day would have to be lunch. As my class walks into the cafeteria, you get an insist smell of whatevers cooking in the kitchen. You can see fifty or so students, scarfing away their lunch in a way where it looks like they haven't eaten in days. As me and my friends sit down and eat, the lunch ladies, come around watching us, making sure were not doing anything were not suppose to do. Ugh their so mean and have horrible odor. After we finish up, we go outside for recess. My friends and I mainly swing on the swings or play basketball with the boys, only if they let us. After a half an hour of fun, we go back inside and Mrs. Cox reads to us. She always does! In the afternoon lessons we work on math, which I'm a pro at, and work on our science projects. Within a couple hours of work, it is finally time to clean up and go home. Yay, I'm so excited when school is done for the day. Unfortunately, today my mom could not pick me up from school, so instead, I'm going over to my friends house.

Finally around five, my mom picks me up. When we got home I started on my homework as my mom picks up the house and starts cooking dinner. I hope it is spaghetti and meatballs, that is my favorite. Shortly after my dad arrives from work and we all sit down for dinner, and yes is it spaghetti night! I help my mom clean up, and I even offered to put the dishes away, something I hardly do. Then me and my family gather around the living room watching our favorite TV show, Friends. I gossip to my mom about school and I play board games with my dad, and soon enough its around nine o'clock. Time for me to go to bed! After getting ready for bed, my mom tucks me in, says a little prayer, kisses me on the forehead, and within a few minutes I am out. This is just a typical day in the life of a ten year old!

Enneagram results.

After taking the Enneagram personality test and getting my results back, it has come to a conclusion that I am Type Two, a helper. According to the test a helper is someone who must help others and be loved, or as the world's view: people depend on my help. An overall statement would be I must be helpful and caring to be loved. At 9types.com it describes a healthy loop and unhealthy loop of becoming or being a type two person. It states that with being a helper, you crave being loved, or in love. By receiving that love, you come out to others to help them with any situation, and by doing that you have created love for yourself and with the person who you have helped. Unfortunately it did say that when a helper is not helping others or being loved, their desire to feel that way increases. It can cause Type Two's to feel resentful and may even manipulate others to love them.
So after taking this test and getting my results, do I think that I am a helper? In many ways I completely agree with this personality test, but in others I do not. I would have to describe myself as a care giver. I do help people in need, and even sometimes I care more about other people's problems then I do myself. If I would have taken this personality test a couple years ago, I would fit into the category perfectly. According to, Baron and Wagele - Enneagram Made Easy, they stated that helper's are warm, concerned, nurturing, and sensitive to other people's needs. Exactly what I was, a few years ago, but over the period of my freshman year in college I have made a few changes to make myself happier in the way I want to be, and I believe I'm changing for the better. So overall, this test was correst in some ways.

Hey everyone, my name is Terra Schilling, I am nineteen years old, and I am from Billings, Montana. I'm currently a second semester freshman at the University of Montana. As of right now I am in the pre-nursing department, but I'm also considering elementary education. I know two completely different fields, but I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do for a living. This happens to be my first time blogging, so I'm pretty new with everything about blogging. For my writing class, we have to blog about assignments that the teacher assigns. As for writing I'm hoping that this class will help me improve my writings skills and have a better understanding of what a good writer is. Writing is not my strong suit, so I'm hoping that I will get a lot out of this class. I know that if I want any part of becoming a elementary teacher, I will need to know the foundation of writing and as with nursing.
Now a little background information about myself. I have the most incredible family, they are my number one support system. I am, however, an only child, but we do have two milk chocolate colored, miniature dachshunds. I enjoy any activity that is outside, whether its snowboarding, camping or hiking, I love it all. I mostly, thought, spend all my time snowboarding. Ever since I was a little girl, I have been involved in all sorts of sports. I had been doing gymnastics for about ten years or so, and now I'm a coach for the same gymnastics school that I went to. It's an amazing job! I enjoy many things from eating my favorite ice cream, mint chocolate chip, to watching movies with my girlfriends. I'm having the time of my life, and making everyday the best I can.