Week 8 Biographical Writing

This week, I am going to respond to where I lived my first semester of college and where I lived and how it contributed to my college experience. During my first semester of college here I was scared about who I am going to meet and making new friends. As I am from St. Louis I didn't know anybody who went or goes to OU. I moved into David L Boren Hall instead of the towers like most of the other freshman. I think the main reason for this is because I committed to OU pretty late as it was not my first choice of college. My roommate freshman year, Dylan Lloyd, who coincidentally I told about this class and is also in it, was and still is one of my roomates. He is from Kansas City and got paired with me as he also didn't commit to going to OU until very late as well. Luckily we got along very well and he is one of my best friends currently. In our hallway there was another guy that I met and became friends with name Evan. I also live with him currently. I think living in DLB instead of the traditional dorm setting. I remember the first day that we moved in, the faculty in residence that was in charge had a cookout or something like that where Evan, Dylan and I went. There, we met some guys that lived on the 4th floor of the building named Zach and Jose who were roommates. That night we played card games all night and two years later. Zach, Dylan, Evan, and I all live together and when Zach graduates this year. Jose is taking his place in the apartment. I think this first week and finding this core group of friends was vital to my college experience. Without this, although I am sure I would have made friends eventually, I don't know if it would have been the same kind of fraternal bond that we have.

An image of David L. Boren Hall

EC: Week 6 Biographical Writing

For this week I think I will be writing about my weekend for extra credit because I think it was very enriching and is a weekend I will remember for a long time.

This weekend a couple of friends and I drove up to Tulsa, OK for a friend's sister's quinceanera. For those of you unfamiliar, a quinceanera is a coming of age ceremony for a hispanic girl when she turns 15. We left Friday night and first stopped at the hotel to drop our stuff off, but then we went to my friend's house to eat some food. Not only was his house out in the boonies somewhere but the food there was out of this world. I'm already a big fan of Mexican food but when it is authentic and spicy and fresh I'm in heaven. We ate to our hearts content and the next day was the actual quinceanera. I had never been to a quinceanera so I had no idea what to expect but it was a great time. There were a ton of people, and once again great food. The dress his sister was wearing was also very pretty. It was a light pink kind of like what is shown below. We ate and drank and danced to our heart's content. It was a very fun weekend as I love big family functions like that. I think in the future I need to go to more quinceaneras.

An example of the dress that his sister wore

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Biography Week 5

One of my earliest childhood memories that I can remember vividly is my experience learning to ride a bike without training wheels. When I was younger my family used to live in an apartment complex and all of the kids that I used to hang out with me were maybe a year or two older than me, around 6 or 7 years old. I was still in preschool at the time. When all the other kids were playing outside and riding their bikes around without training wheels I couldn't and 5 year old me felt excluded. I remember my mom  helping me taking them off and holding me up as I tried to learn. I also remember riding into a car and probably leaving a scratch. Eventually I just told her to let go and went for it. I did learn that day and it is one of my first accomplishments.

Little kid with a bike that looks like mine

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