Peer Editing (Rushed)

 I have been doing peer editing for quite awhile now so Thursday was no big deal for me. The personable and exceptional writer Morgan Townsend was my partner. We both read our narratives aloud with a little discomfort at first but we became comfortable with a few jokes here and there. We read silently and critiqued each others narratives with a fine toothed comb. This was going all so well until someone decided to ruin all the fun and hurry us along. Mr. Bob! Apparently the process was suppose to be quick and not thorough. We were being harassed every other minute to hurry up which probably caused careless editing mistakes. Are Morgan and I going to be held responsible for less then perfect peer editing when we were forced to work in such hostile conditions? On the upside of all this, Morgan and I now have a common dislike with the peer editing styles of Mr. Bob. With this in common, we are becoming the best of pals. Will this blog post effect my grade? Will Mr. Bob apologize? Am I still typing to prove the point that I work better when not rushed? We will answer these questions and more in due time!

"Why My Mother Can't Speak English"

         I have always been very good at many things. Sports, school, and other things along those lines, came very easy to me and I was able to learn them and even develop those skills. However, one thing has always frustrated me to no end. I have no musical talent whatsoever! I have tried to to learn the piano which ended with me learning happy birthday and the University of Michigan Fight Song. I have tried the drums and failed miserably with my inability to keep a rhythm using both my hands and feet. But, most frustrating of all was the guitar. I envy all those who can play the guitar. I have always wished i could just sit on my front porch on a nice warm day and just jam away on an acoustic guitar, or better yet have that rare occasion when your at a bonfire and you bring out the guitar and all the ladies love you at the end of the night. My struggles with the guitar started when I tried learning how to read music. I never got to hang of it and tried to use the new tab method. My fingers never seemed to find the right cord or string and I would become frustrated. Another reason why this skill has never been formed is that is my town where I grew up, there wasn't any place to take lessons and I didn't know any really good guitar players to teach me or show me so I depended on self teaching via the internet. These limited resources killed the dream I still have to this very day. If I could learn to play to guitar, I'm pretty sure it would change my life.