I began this week thinking I had a head start on my assignments. Little did I know most of week 7 assignments were due in one week. Ugh! I have managed to stay on track-I haven't finished my library search yet but do have a few things for it already lined up. I also have not started on my 3rd genre. It seems as though everyone is doing a journal and so since that is not one of my choices for my MRP that leaves me a little stuck. I have no idea how to start my 3rd genre. I don't know which one to do next. I know each genre needs to be able to stand alone and make a statement. I would like to do the brochure but I am not sure how to go about starting that. Maybe Mrs. McComas just assumed everyone would be doing a journal in their project-of course I would be the exception to the rule. I just do not like doing what everyone else does. I really struggled with my poem. It was hard to create a peom that did not put the mom in a negative light. I tried really hard to relay that the mother did not know she was pregnant at the time of her bad habits and that she completely stopped smoking and drinking as soon as she found out. Unfortunately, cleft palate/lip occurs during the fourth to eighth week and most women do not even realize they are pregant that soon. Responding to other peoples genres were much more difficult than I had anticipated also. It is hard to critique someone elses work and at this point we really don't know what the goal of thier finished product is. I just tried to be helpful and not hurtful. I enjoyed viewing everyones blogs. I visited several more than just Geneva and Allisons. Everyone seems to be off to a great start. My goal for this next week is filling my webliography up with my discipline info and more info that would benefit the SLP. I would like to add a few more fun links also. I showed it to my mom and she thought it looked pretty good, of course she isn't computer savvy so anything would look good to her. Also, I hope to get more opportunities to do 315 during my breaks at school. Let's hope this gets a little simplier.
Cindy

Something has begun to happen
Something is just not right.
I feel a little strange
Mommy’s been out late every night.

I am growing right along
Not exactly following natures plan.
Won’t my mommy be surprised
To discover her little man.

I know she didn’t mean to do it
How was she to know
That my smile was being created
And my palate was beginning to grow.

Its not like it’s supposed to be-
Perfect in every way.
Now my mouth is deformed
What will my mommy say?

Now I know what’s happened
Something was just not right.
I felt a little strange for weeks,
The test confirmed it tonight.

My life’s rolling right along
I am sticking to my plan
I finally beat the cigarettes and alcohol
By which my life was ran

I didn’t mean to do it
How was I supposed to know
That all of my bad habits
Would harm my baby below.

He’s not like he was supposed to be
Perfect in every way.
I will try to make it up to him
And for God’s forgiveness I will pray.