My Ipad, it feels cold because the metal and the glass are colder than the blazing room temperature here in TL.  My Ipad is black in color and has a silver colored back, it is a large rectangle around 11".  I do not think my Ipad has a scent to it.  But honestly does any type of technology.  If anything it smells like me, because it has been in my possession since the day i broke the seal on the apple box.  Also this being a source of technology people may look at me weird if i were to "taste" it.  My Ipad ties into my reading and writing in many ways.  One being the fact that i have the "nook: app. in which i read books on.  Though i must say i do not read very often.  It partakes in my writing because i do most of my blogs on my Ipad.  There are very few tings that you can not do on an Ipad.  There is almost an app for anything and everything you could want or even imagine.  Though my Ipad contributes to my reading and writing, it also contradicts my work.. Simply because it can be very distracting.

I have read numerous comics, but to me this was not a comic at all.  In my opinion the message is not very clear.  After reading it twice now i am still unsure what the complete aspect of the story it.  Although i do understand thing she mentioned in the story.  The death of a family member is one of the most difficult things to fathom.  Though i can not say i completely understand because i personally have lost an immediate family member.  But back to the story, it was hard to follow. The text is all over the page, kinda hard to figure out which section to read first. And in addition to that if you do not read the part which is intended to be read first then the context and words will not make sense.  This story is something else though, I am honestly not sure what to say about it.  For a girl that lost her father to suicide, she says some harsh and shocking things about him.  In conclusion, i am confused as to what i just read.

In some ways yes i am afraid of writing.  For a few simple reasons, throughout High School when i were to right papers for class-work my teachers would just tell me what was wrong with my writing, never trying to help, or recognize me in an aspect and try to connect.  This was until my senior year when i finally had a great English teacher, Mrs. Harshfield,  She was an amazing teacher in many ways.  The best way in particular to me is the fact that she made an attempt to connect with each of her students, and tried to help them in developing their writing rather than just tearing their essays apart.  The teachers in my earlier High School years simply graded on format and textbooks things.  When in my opinion they should have helped them become writers.. I may say i hate writing, because of the simple fact i have nearly been taught to hate writing due to these situations and reasons.  I do find myself as a creative person, i believe that everyone has a little creativity inside of them, they just need to decide when it is time to let it out.  I myself do not like to follow everyone else, i prefer to be outside of the "norm", doing so i try and make my own decisions, and be creative doing so, trying to enjoy every moment of my life, and entertain others at the same time.  One way i can work threw my fear of writing is to participate and pay attention and broaden my aspect on writing, and develop the foundations to an essay before jumping into it.  Because if you have a good foundation then you have a lot of room to add in your creative side, and express how you truly feel about the topic in which you are writing about.  A way to be creative in the literacy narrative could be the use of juicy examples. Tell a story and be out there, think of things that your audience can really picture in their head.  try to have an example on like anyone else, that will surely stand out, but at the same time directly impact the point you are trying to make, really drive the topic in, while trying to stay on topic.

I am not really sure how to do this, nor do i understand.