Self Assessment

Hmmmm, how can I show to you my true self?
I mean the real me, Travis Gibson, myself.
What words can I wrap around your head?
To make you believe everything that I said.

Truly I can just write out my entire life, but that's not what I'm going to do. That's not what's going to happen in this blog. This blog right here, the one that you are reading now, I will be explaining my growth in my FLC class. And to be honest, I think I grew a good amount.

For one, I know how to take good pictures. Hell, all I've done in the past is point the camera and push the button in the corner. I really didn't care for the lighting and what have you. But in this class, I've learned that everything counts. Concept, lighting, background, whether or not you should use flash. All that stuff, I learned and will use for my future photography. I also learned that black and white photos are my best bet. Hey, color is great, but with a dark complexion such as myself, I come out weird. If I hadn't known that, do you know have many photos I would have messed up.

Second, I learned that there are various parts to yourself. The Literal, Relational, Shadow, and Fantastic Self. All four of these have been taught to me. And I've been given some helpful tools that can show those selves. I've been in touch with them at times. My Shadow Self in particular, I like. But I will try to show these parts of me to the best of my abilities.

Thirdly, I learned that, in college, there are many characters. Tell me if I'm wrong, but you can meet some great people. Conrad, you are that person. If I hadn't seen someone's vocabulary as great as yours, WOW, the dictionary would be by my side everyday.

But alas, here I am. Throughout the weeks of the course, I've learned many things. And I hope I can do it again. I had a great time in FLC.

The Shit that goes on the Bus

What ever happens on the bus, stays on the bus right? Hell no! Imma tell you what happened on the bus: There are two people. Two different arguments and one helpless student (that's me). What happened was, I came from a book discussion at the school. It was nice discussion, well anyways. I grab the N16 and transfer to the N6. On on this bus I hear one man yell out "That ain't what on the bible!" In confusion, I turn off my mp3 player and take a seat. A moment later a woman yells, "Just shut up! Can't you see we are all tired?" And I was like: "Damn, who she talking to?" Instantly the man earlier cries, "Why won't you shut up and get yourself a GED." Then I finally realized I walked into the middle of a heated argument.

For one, the woman looked like she was some sort of traveling agent. She had her rolling backpack, her duffel bag, the whole lot. And the guy looked like some regular consumer of the MTA. Secondly, these two people seemed like they were about to go at each others throats. But the thing about it was: they were plenty of seats separated from one another.

So the verbal battle goes on. I mean, these guys were dropping F-Bombs, shooting "Bitch" across the field. It was a total battlefield. On one corner, you had the guy yelling that the woman needs a GED. And you have the woman telling the man that she doesn't need anyone's help. And when you listen to these arguments, you're like, "These people need to look inside themselves more deeply."

Just to sum things up rather quickly. It goes to show you how words can carry out what the person is feeling on the inside. The woman really DID want someone's help and I bet that guy didn't have a high school education to begin with. Words have a lot of power and I for one knows that.

So take the time to think through what you are trying to get out. It might come out the wrong way.

Butter & Biscuits

I woke up one morning,
to the brilliant sunlight.
Feeling refreshed and alive,
I had a really good night.

I woke up one morning,
to the sound of my alarm clock.
Feeling aggravated and sore,
I had slept on my feathered rock.

I woke up one morning,
to the smell of my buttered biscuits.
Feeling hungry and delighted,
I couldn't wait to eat it!

Making History

Wow, I feel so good right now. My first time voting and the person I voted for won. Its

something every teenager should be excited about. Our first African American president? Years ago, it was uncalled for. And now, we can truly say that The U.S. is the place for opportunities. Barack Obama should be proud of himself. He's going to face many challenges and we as Americans have to help him.