Yes, I'm...Sarah.

Yes, I'm...Sarah
It was interesting talking today about Sandra Cisnero's chapter, "My Name." Names really do make up a part of who we are. As some of you know, I recently returned from my mission. For almost nineteen months, my name was Hermana Johnson. That was who I was. Suddenly, I came home, and other people called be by a name that seemed foreign to me: Sarah. For more than two weeks, I didn't utter my name, not because I avoided it, but because it never occurred to me. When I knocked on my new apartment door, a new roommate asked, "Are you Sarah?" I, somewhat uneasy, said for the first time, "yes, I'm... Sarah," opening a new chapter in my life, accepting my name once more. But who would I be in this phase of life? Well,right now, I'm re-discovering who I am

Sentence fun- Dorky teachers!!!

Wow. I should really edit my picture. I don't look like that anymore, but whatever. So I just left my Grammar class, and instead of immediately starting my paper, I decided to write to cyberspace. Great, huh? We are such dorks in our class. We learned about appositives and absolutes. No where other than a teaching grammar class will you find a group of people competing to craft the most creative sentence.

These were two of mine:

The adrenaline junky, blood pumping with anticipation, scaled the icy wall inch by inch.

The fence, a fierce divider between love and war, separated the path from the field.

The crane, an aged beauty, sat abandoned in the rail yard.

I am so an English teacher!!!

Prose- To blog or not to blog... How is the question!

As I am trying to figure blogging out, I am toying with the idea of creating an online writing portfolio. How I would categorize that would be very helpful. I wonder what may be done in order to successfully navigate this idea. These are my ideas: I could post my research papers, my poetry, my journal if I want to go intimately public, or I could just keep it simple, making it an online journal. I like the idea of having an online portfolio; the organization is what concerns me for now.

Well, I don't get to wear my plaque anymore! Sometimes I just reach for it, but it isn't there. Other than that, I am completely healthy!

I'm lost!

and yet...found.