Audience Awareness

So...this week we are supposed to be writing about the two audiences we chose for our project 4 and why exactly we did so. My audiences that I am writing to for this project are my mother, Becky Keene, and my best friend, Ali Stevenson. These two audiences happen to be very similar in personality, yet very different in the way that I talk to them. The way I talk to my mother is somewhat more of a formal way of talking, with correct grammar, because she has taught me from very young how to use it, and really without any type of words that could be considered slang nowadays. I can have a very fun tone to my talking or writing, but not to the extent of what I could do when talking or writing to a friend. This especially applies when talking to my bestest friend ever. When talking to her, I really enjoy just talking and not really thinking of what I'm saying before I say it. She really brings out my randomness, and more than half of the time when talking to her even I have no idea what it is that I'm saying or even meaning by the words that are coming out. I choose these different audiences because of how alike, yet different they are. I believe I will have very similar arguments, but different ways of bringing them up and arguing them. As a side note, I choose Ali because she goes to Illinois Wesleyan University, which is about a mile and a half walk away from my dorm. Ever since we found out where each other was going, we have been arguing about which school is better, and why. With this project I will have yet another reason to say why Illinois State University is the better school and IWU stands no chance against it. EVER.

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Poetry and Inspirations

Poetry has been a big part of my life ever since I learned about it. I'm not really that good at it but I like to think that I'm pretty decent at it. Poetry is one of those things for me that I don't do very often, but when I do I like to sit down and have no distractions. I can only write poetry when I get inspired by some random thing, where half the time I have no idea where it comes from. I will share a couple of my poems and some brief descriptions of where they came from.

You don't know how much you would truly miss something until it is actually gone.
Scruffy, the best dog in the whole world, taught me this.
Over 8 months ago this dog left his body for this world to be in a better place.
He was still a young pup at the age of 2 and a half years young.
On the 20th of every month, this dog comes back to communicate with me.
He has many ways of doing this, but definitely makes his presence know to me every time.
Some may think that I sound crazy for thinking a dead dog communicates with me,
But to me this is completely normal as it happens every single month for the past 8.
Honestly you can think whatever you want, but to me this dog will always exist on this world.
He left his body to be in a better place but still left his soul and presence here.
He will always be missed, as he left a presence in everybody that had ever met him.
This includes the Schwann man that came once every 2 weeks, who would even give him a treat every time,
The Hinkley Springs water delivery guy that came about once a month,
The Orkin bug prevention man who came about the same as the latter,
The people of the vets office that would take care of him whenever we left town,
The friends of the family he had known to love and despite the barking loved all those friends too,
And most of all to the family he was raised by.
Nothing will ever be able to replace this dog in the hearts of many, despite what they think will get rid of him.
Most of all, I will miss you to my grave Scruffy.
Rest in peace and please if you somehow can read this, please keep visiting me as I look forward to that day every month.

This poem is my most recent and is about my dog that passed away about 8 and a half months ago now. He comes back to me and I did this poem one of these days that he came back to me.

I gaze into your eye
And can't help but to smile.
These are moments of happiness
But they only last for a while.
I spend all the lonely moments in my life
Hoping and wishing to be with you.
I would give up anything of mine
To just be with you for a second or two.
But as I come back to reality
Just staring at the moon.
All I can do for now and ever
Is just dream we will be together soon.

This one is also about my dog, Scruffy. I wrote this one just a couple days after he died. I feel this is one of my better ones because it happened at one of the most emotional times in my life.

I hope you enjoyed reading this and please if you have feedback, don't hesitate to comment and tell me. Good or bad doesn't matter to me.

Final Word Count: 620

The life of the actuary

Well my intended major here at ISU happens to be something called actuarial sciences. This is apparently the hardest undergraduate major here, according to the department head of the actuarial sciences. It is a branch off of the mathematics department and involves a lot of high end mathematics and statistics. The ISU actuarial science program happens to be like the best in the country and one of the best in the world I think. I really had no clue what an actuary was or what it did or never even heard of it until I was talking to my guidance counselor in high school and she told me that since I was so good at math, that I should go and be an actuary. That night I went straight home and looked up a good amount about actuaries. I learned that they get paid a lot of money. The average salary for an actuary is about $84,810 a year. I then went to an ISU visit (because my dad went here) and talked to the people at the booth for actuaries and they gave me the email information for the department head. That night I went home and emailed the department head and he had a lot to say about actuaries and gave me many sights to look at, to this day I haven't looked at all of them yet. I think this major is a really good route for me because I really wanted to do something with numbers because I am better with them than I am with letters, but I didn't really want to teach. Everybody said I was good at tutoring people in math but I never felt like I was doing good enough for them because of the way I do my math. I have my own ways of doing things based off the way the teacher teaches it basically. So I decided to go this route and it is definitely looking like I'm going to stay with it for the long run at the moment.


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