Third Week Mandatory Posts (All 3 Questions)

1. Classmates and professor, please give me your input on the following, it is a tentative introduction/thesis for my final paper. Also, if there are problems with the APA format of my reference please let me know.
Untreated bipolar disorder affects many areas of a person’s life, especially teenagers. Most people do not want to admit how desperate they feel or know the difference between normal sadness or teenage rebellion and true depression. Along with that, even when parents recognize the extreme behaviors, they are often overlooked. There is a shame associated with admitting there is a real problem, more predominantly with mental illness. Many parents and sufferers alike believe they can handle the situation and fix the problems on their own due to the fact that they do not truly realize the intensity that different phases of bipolar disorder really have. Some of the more extreme cases can result in life long repercussions. A few of the indicators that should be recognized and further examined are sudden changes in behavior such as a noticeable change in grades, lack of interest in hobbies and friends, and also reckless or dangerous new behaviors. (Dyson, 2009)
　
　
Dyson, C. (31 May 2009). “Parents reach out through their grief: After the suicide of their 18-year-old daughter, Spotsylvania County parents vow to educate others about bipolar disorder.” The Freelance Star, Fredericksburg, VA. Retrieved on November 16, 2009 from EBSCO: Newspaper Source.


2. In a lot of ways, especially in my writing classes, I am thankful for the anonymity of online classes. It makes it easier to share my work when I don’t have to look anyone in the eye. However, I do miss the real time interactions of a traditional classroom. It is much harder to get input and work as o team or group when you have to wait for peer responses. I do think that this required blogging can e helpful in making our “classroom community” stronger. By adding pictures and some extra personal facts about ourselves (without reveling more than we are comfortable with) can make it easier to get a real sense of each other’s personalities. That in turn can help us put comments in perspective by “knowing” each other better.


3. I think that in a lot of ways the “blog-o-sphere” can be a useful tool in our writing. By posting any type of writing we do on here opens it up not only to classmates, but anyone else that “stumbles” upon it to comment and help us gain insight to how others interpret what we are saying. However, with other’s outside of our classroom being able to comment, they are liable to not be as constructively critical as we have become accustom.

Second week

Well, so far this week is doing better than last. I am settling into the new term at school and have gotten my schedule for this term situated. The first week is always rough on me learning the new "classroom" routines for page setup ad I am always grumpy when I don't hae a schedule. Now that I have gotten a chance to really do some work on both classes I am calming down because I have been able to work ahead a little. Being bi-polar and just learning what is wrong with me I am still getting a grasp on not letting these things get to me too roughly. The last two terms I was "crazy" and extremely upset for the first couple of weeks. Knowing now that I am bi-polar makes it easier for me to take control of myself a little better so that I can get on course much quicker. (the meds don't hurt either...lol) I look forward to the rest of this term. Also, at times I do write to get out my emotions and will post some of those things here ae well. I know they are nowhere near anykind of writing standard, but they aren't meant to be. I write them because getting the thoughts and feelings out of my head help me and I post them because I hope they help someone else to know they aren't the only one that feel that way.

Whatever

Whatever, if you want to leave then leave. If you want to stay, stay. Whatever, if you love me, love me. If you don’t, don’t pretend Whatever, if you want me, want only me. If you don‘t, don‘t use my body for your fantasy lovers. Whatever, if you want to speak to me respect me. If you can‘t respect me, don‘t speak to me. Whatever, if you‘re lying don‘t make promises you won‘t keep. If you make a promise, I expect you to fulfill it. Whatever, if what we had was a lie, I wish you would just tell me. If it wasn‘t, I wish you would make me believe it. Whatever, if you want to be hateful and hurt me then do it. If you do though, don‘t expect me to care anymore. Whatever, if you want to threaten and scare me then do it. If you do, don‘t be surprised if I don‘t flinch or cry. Whatever, if you want to see how many times you can break my heart then keep counting. If you see that it doesn‘t work anymore, don‘t blame me. Whatever, if it makes you feel better to treat me like dirt under your feet then do it. If you realize I‘m not there the next time you try to stomp on me, think about why. Whatever, if you don‘t believe how much I love you and how much of myself I have given to you then don‘t. If you feel lonely when you finally break me and force me to go, remember I will still love you and wish I was there next to you. Whatever, if none of these words mean anything to you they don‘t. If you see me cry one last time, maybe you‘ll realize what every word we have said to each other really meant to me. Whatever……..

Why

Why? Why can’t I be with someone who loves me like I love them? Why do I try and try and push and push just to be treated like dirt? Why can’t I just accept the fact that if I have to push. it’s not real? Why can’t I may not be meant to find the love I want? Why can’t I accept the fact that maybe I’m meant to be alone, unhappy, and without a family? Why can’t I just accept that no matter what I do, how hard I try, and how hard I wish, that everyone I love will leave? Why do I bother trying or wishing or hoping? Why do I insist on fooling myself? Why do I keep wishing that I can find a true love that probably doesn’t even exist? Why do I keep trying to be with anyone at all? Why do I keep opening my heart and sharing my feelings when I know they are just going to be ripped apart, stomped on, laughed at, and then thrown to the side until it’s time to do it all again? Why ?

Second try

I'm still not sure how to "follow" other peoples' blogs, but I have figured out how to get into mine and make a new one so I guess that is a good sign. Maybe by the end of this term of mandatory blogging for school, I might have a clue. I feel kind of stupid for not knowing more about this since I am still in my 20's (barely but still), but I guess that will pass as well.

My first blog

I'm not sure what this is all about, all I know is it is mandatory for my composition class so I hope I did it right.