Sunday, September 19, 2010

CIS 111 22W: Introductions

My name is Jackie
I am majoring in Business Administration focusing on Accounting
I am planning on transferring after BCC but I haven't decided where I would like to go yet
I have experience with Microsoft Word, PowerPoint, and Excel
In high school it was mandatory to take a class which taught you how to use these programs
Throughout the class, we would make spreadsheets with examples from the text book using Excel
We had to make a PowerPoint about the first computers using the PowerPoint program
We used Word everyday whether it was doing a typing exercise or typing fake letters
I have not yet taken CIS 110 and I am taking this class because I would like to learn more about Word, PowerPoint, etc.
It is also mandatory for me to take this class with my major

CIS 111 22W: Introductions

My name is Jackie and I am majoring in Business Administration focusing on Accounting. I am planning on transferring after BCC but I haven't decided where I would like to go yet. I have experience with Microsoft Word, PowerPoint, and Excel. In high school it was mandatory to take a class which taught you how to use these programs. Throughout the class, we would make spreadsheets with examples from the text book using Excel. We had to make a PowerPoint about the first computers using the PowerPoint program. We used Word everyday whether it was doing a typing exercise or typing fake letters. I have not yet taken CIS 110 and I am taking this class because I would like to learn more about Word, PowerPoint, etc. It is also mandatory for me to take this class with my major.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Observing a Daycare

I walk into this building everyday at 2:30 pm. It never seems to change. On the outside, the building is white and the windows have children and musical instruments painted on them. When you walk inside, you see white walls in the hallways but each room is painted a different color. There is the yellow room, blue room, orange room, red room, purple room, and green room. In each room, there is one wall that is painted the color in which the room is called. I work at a daycare and each room is for different age children.
The yellow room is for newborns up to 15 months, the red room is for toddlers 15 months up to 18 months, the orange room is for toddlers 18 months to 2 ½ years, the purple room is for toddlers 2 ½ to 3 years, the green room is for preschoolers 3 to 4 years, and finally the blue room is for preschoolers 4 to 5 years of age.
As a worker, we have to either wear plain shirts with nothing on them, or you can buy shirts with the company logo on them. We can’t wear flip flops or anything open toed. The children can wear whatever they want but they cannot wear flip flops because they could fall easily.
You can always tell which children are attached to what teachers. There are always the children that like to play with other children and don’t like to play with the teachers. In each room you see which children love to play with one another. You can see the little girls already forming groups and not playing with the other girls or boys.
In the blue room, there are two girls that act like whatever they want to do, everyone else will follow them and do the same exact thing. They are very bossy and can be mean to the other kids if they don’t want to play the same thing as them. In the purple room, the children usually go with the flow of the room. Sometimes, that room can be very loud and rambunctious. The children are constantly screaming at the top of their lungs, running around, and dancing. If you tell them to relax, they say okay but then go back to being crazy. In the green room you can see a relationship between the teachers and the children.
There are two teachers in every room. With the older children, like in the blue and green room, there is one teacher per ten children. If there is more than ten children in the room, then there needs to be two teachers. In the purple, orange, and red rooms, there is one teacher per four children. If there are more than four children, then there needs to be two teachers. In the yellow room, with the babies, there is one teacher per three babies. If there are more than three babies, then there needs to be two teachers.
The relationship between the teachers in the yellow room and the babies seems to be that the teachers are more attached to the babies that have been there the longest. There is a baby named Liam and he is almost a year old. He has been going to the daycare since he was four months and has been with the teacher in the yellow room ever since. If she walks out of the room, he starts to cry because he thinks that she will not come back. She is very attached to him too. The days he isn’t in, her mood is different.
The relationship between the teachers in the red room and the toddlers are that the teachers seem to like the toddlers that listen more than the toddlers that seem to do what they want. The relationship between the teachers in the orange room and the toddlers is the same way.
The relationship between the toddlers and the teachers in the orange room seems to be the children that are the nicest to the other children and the ones that get along with everyone. They listen to the teachers and they use the potty when it is time to go.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Friday the Thirteenth

It was Friday, February 13, 2009. It was almost three o’clock in the afternoon and I was going to
be late for work. As I was driving up Route 6, I passed car after car hoping to get to work on time. Next thing I knew I was on the opposite side of Route 6 and my car was jammed in the fence of the golf course. I couldn’t speak and it felt like my tongue had been removed from my mouth.

How did I get on the other side of Route 6 facing the opposite way? As I was switching from lane to lane trying to make it to work, I was in back of a black, beat up truck. We were passing the Dodge dealership where the medium gets cut off and there is a spot that you can go back down Route 6 towards the mall. I was praying that I would make it to work on time. Then the guy in the truck slammed on his brakes and I swerved out of the way. I lost control of my steering wheel and I went in front of the truck, over the medium and into the fence.

I was frozen, what just happened was all I was thinking. I shut off my car and looked around. The guy in the truck looked at me, shook his head and drove off like nothing had just happened. I couldn’t believe it and I reached for my phone as a paramedic who had been driving down Route 6, pulled over and ran over to my car to see if I was okay. As I called my dad, the paramedic called the cops. The paramedic was nice enough to wait with me until the cops got there. He told them what happened and then he left.

My dad finally answered his phone on the last ring. I told him what happened and there was a long pause. I could tell that he was having a bad day and this was the last thing that he needed to hear. My older sister’s boyfriend, Josh, does towing an my dad told me to call him and have him tow my car. There was one problem with that plan; Josh wouldn’t answer his phone. By this point, one of the three cops who would later arrive, had already arrived. When I was telling the cop what happened, I couldn’t stop staring at his sunglasses. They were big, black, and they covered just about his eyes and a majority of his forehead. I focused again on telling him what had happened and I was so shaken that I couldn’t stop crying. Every other word was a deep breath. I was trying to get my words out but they were stuck. I looked up Route 6 and there were cars like no tomorrow.

As I finished telling the cop with the sunglasses what happened, the next two cops arrived. One was an older cop and the other seemed like he didn’t have the time for this and asked if the two cops could handle this and then he left. This older cop looked like he wasn’t one to mess with. He was probably a little taller than five feet and he was a little on the un-athletic side. He had attitude written all over his face. The older cop asked me to tell him what happened. I told him that I was on the way to work and I was driving in the left lane going up Route 6. I was behind a black, beat up truck and he had his signal on ready to turn. He was already passing the middle where you can turn so I didn’t think he was going to turn. When he slammed on his brakes, I swerved out of the way and ended up across Route 6 in the fence. He looked at me with a confused look on his face and told me that my story didn’t make sense. He asked me how it was possible that a car can be going one direction and end up facing the complete opposite way. As the older cop walked away, all he told me was that I probably wouldn’t have crashed if I had better tires. I was thinking to myself, thanks Captain Obvious.

I started crying again and called my older sister, Kristal at work and asked her if Josh was working. She asked me why and I broke down. She told me to hold on that she was on the way. When she got there the older sop, who was still full of attitude, asked Kristal who she was. She told him and she said that the tow truck was on the way. She told me to sit in her car and she said she would stay over next to my car an wait for the tow truck.

All I could feel was all of Dartmouth’s eyes on me as I was walking to my sister’s car. I was completely embarrassed. People were stopping and looking in shock. When the man finally got in there with the tow truck I was just relieved to get away from there. When I got home I told my mom what happened and she looked dumbfounded. At first she thought that I was kidding and just didn’t want to go to work. Then she realized I wasn’t lying and she was in shock. My mom thought that I just crashed my car and left it there. I told her the whole story and she just stood there. She yelled at me for a good half hour saying that I drive reckless and that I could have hurt someone else and how my insurance would go up. She went on and on and it felt like an eternity. She told me that I was lucky that I didn’t get hurt and that I was the only person involved.

I just kept thinking to myself, Friday the Thirteenth is really an unlucky day.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Personal Essay

For my personal essay, I am going to write about a car accident I was in and how unlucky of a day it was considering it was a Friday the Thirteenth.