Call Us The BackYardigans

Ooh my brother, he is the best brother I could have. I am so glad I have him. We can't live together sometimes, but we can't live without each other. THAT IS TRUE! Every one in my family can tell if we have gone days without seeing each other. They say we look sad. It's pretty true we feel like we are missing something.

We used be the cutest little kids int he world! We would get home from elementary school and we would immediately run to our back yard to play games. You always saw us in our backyard making forts, cakes, houses, mud cakes, games, ice wars between us or us against our dog, and many other stuff like that.

I remember we had a a hug sit and bounce, we actually named the ball. The ball's name was meatball because we loved meatballs back then. I remember that we once decided to become super heroes. So for a week we were tearing clothes apart to make our masks. I also remember how we used to make little drills to train our selves. One of them was to chase the dog around the yard then hold on to him, since he was a big dog. We did that mostly for fun. Once the dog starting getting upset with us he would chase us down so we stopped and made up a new game that involved the dog and water guns. It was called The Big Bear Hunt. We had to hide from the dog they pop out of no where to shoot the dog with our water guns, then we ran away from the 'bear' because he would chase us and try to bite us so we would shoot the 'bear' plenty of times. I also remember when we made our own little club house in the back yard. It was always top secrete. N one knew where we were so they would just yell out our names clueless of where to call out to. That was funny. Up there we used to pretend we were spy's and check what our everyone around was doing. W e even have a box full of junk food for emergencies, like earthquakes or to try and feed a animal anywhere.

AH, BUT THE BEST PART WAS THE WAR FIRST ICE WAR WE HAD. One of our uncles left a big bag of ice outside. We found it and took it. We popped out with many ideas on what to do with it. The best idea was the war. It was Armando, my brother, vs me. He called his side Power Ranger Side. I called my side the Powerpuff Girls Side. So it was Power Rangers vs Powerpuff Girls. W built little forts across the back yard. WE started throwing the ice at each other. This went on for and our until we had no more ice with us. We didn't pick them up because we told our selves that they will melt or the dog will eat them. At the end, I WON!

It was all different when we moved to Utah because we had snow. At first we used to stay at home and play video games on our game box. Of course I always won, because I cheated. Although he never found out. We started getting bored after a while so we took a whole Saturday to make up games with could play outside in the snow. The next day we went across backyards to get to our cousins backyard. We played with them to see what they play. They had a wheel to tided to there tree. COOL. We did more better then them in finding cool ideas on games to play. Th first thing we did was to try to build a snow man. I didn't work! We too little so we couldn't lift all the big balls of ice so we rolled them to the backyard door and stuck them three. The we started making snow balls and throwing them to the door. At the end of the day, we ended up with almost no snow in our backyard, because all of it was stuck to door. It was so stuck in there that no one could go in our out. My mom got mad, but she was glad that we were getting accustomed to the snow. A month later we were a pair of trouble makers. We wouldn't just play in our back yard we would go to our neighbor's yards. All the houses had a door in the backyard. So for us it war a short cut to our cousin's back yard. It funny because we lived around the corner from the mall and we never even felt like going anywhere. The number one place for us would be a backyard with us two, toy or no toys we're good, and our awesome creativity! Those were the days!

“You try to have faith in somebody, even when you’re the last person that believes in him. But when somebody lets you down after you’ve been the only one there for them, and so many times, you don’t know what to do.”

The Sad Part Of My life

I may seem like a happy person that doesn't need anything from life and that has a great family. Well yeah it’s true, but the sad part of my life is the fact that I never actually had my real dad with me. My dad left my mom when I was only one and my mom was barely pregnant with my brother. He did not know that my mom was pregnant. My parent got back together but my dad treated us like shit, that was when I was 2 and my brother was a few months. He treated all of us like shit so my mom left him. He used to visit us and treat all of us very good. He was the one that got me into drawing because he has raw drawing skills. He got my brother into instruments because he is raw at that too.

However that didn’t last for long. After the last visit he left and told my mom to tell us that he was dead so we would expect to see him again because he didn’t want to know anything about us. He said that to him we are dead for him and much more. My mom told us the truth and all our illusions of our changed dad that would stay with us hit rock bottom. All of our family and us wanted to go kill him. We still do.

Do you know how it feels to not have a dad? It's like you have been rejected big time by your own dad. Knowing that your dad is alive, but he doesn’t want to know nothing about you. I’m at school and there is a father and daughter event, I can’t go. I see other kids with their dads and I just look away. I draw and it reminds me of him. Whenever I hear a curtain song he used to sing to me I get really sad. Whenever people tell me that my art work is good it takes me back to when I used to watch my dad draw. I like people telling me but i hide my sad feelings. Whenever my uncles see my drawings they tell me stories of my dad. Whenever people ask about my dad I don’t know what to say. My mom tells me all the time that I remind her of my dad. She tells me how we do stuff alike even though he never taught me. She tells me how much I look like him. At times I can’t hide my feelings so most of the time I cry at night for a long period of time. I’m even crying now!

At night I ask myself if did something wrong. I ask myself many questions. I don’t blame myself. I just want to know the reason. He wanted a little girl. I’m here but he’s not with me. Sometimes you have to appreciate what you have because others may not have what you have, like having both of your parents with you.

Hiking After Thanksgiving

A brief summary of the hike my uncle, my brother and I toke on black Friday.

On thanksgiving my uncle, Greg, my brother and I decided to go hiking the day after thanksgiving. I convinced them to leave around 5am. For me that sounds like fun! My uncle slept over my house that night so we could wake him up and so we could leave faster. That night my brother and I stayed up pretty late until 1am watching George Lopez. I Love that show! I love George Lopez he is the bomb!

In the morning we actually woke up around 4am and ended up leaving around 5am. We stopped by my grandma’s house to eat some leftovers food from thanksgiving. We left and decided to go to Mt. Diablo. That place is awesome! We were on our way and it took a while, I mean a long while! There was fog all over. We were going all the way to the top at first. We eventually go to the summit. It was very very cold! It was windy and foggy. We were up top to see the view all the way down. Hahaha what view? We couldn’t even see 2 ft down because of the fog. My brother kept complaining about it being so cold so my uncle pants him! Greg said, “Haha, now your wewe is cold.” No one was around to see but we saw his soccer ball undies! Hahaha!

We got bored and we down low to start our hike. We parked and went into the wind caves to check them out. Since we like exploring a lot we started climbing them and going in the caves for a while. I slipped and fell from very up high. I scrapped my right knew really bad and my elbows. I really didn’t care and kept on going. It stated raining. More fun! We started playing with whatever was around. We left the wind caves and headed our own way. We were going down a steep hill and my uncle wanted to look cool and started to run down the hill…he slipped…dropped down and rolled all the way. It was so funny! Then the day started to clear up. The sun was starting to shine! I started singing, like always with my uncle and brother. The song I started singing was My Girl by The Temptations. That’s one of my favorites! After that we realized it was about to be noon and my uncle told us we had to head back home because he had to go to work. We went back my brother and I started playing around, tripping on rocks and logs, and singing weird random parts of songs my uncle was balancing a HUGE pine cone all the way. It was Fun!

What Does Jaz Do For Thanksgivivg?

What do I do for thanksgiving? I do a lot. I usually sleep over my grandma’s house. I wake up to the sound of my grandpa in the backyard screaming at the dog. It's really funny because he is screaming at Gaby, the dog, and it sounds like Gaby is telling him to shut his pie whole. So you can imagine me waking up laughing. When someone is in the room while I'm waking up. They would usually say," Oh Jaz, only you, only you." So I laugh some more. Why do they say that? Because my family knows how weird I am.

When it comes to the point that I go eat breakfast I usually see my grandma and mom starting to cook the turkey. I look at the turkey and I get so freaked out that I actually wake up. It looks scary, I can't handle that.

Afterwards I have to go help my grandpa by giving the dogs a bath. When I mean the dogs it's because we always have more than 2 dogs in the house. This year we have 3 dogs. We have Gaby, the husky, Mr. Bean, the Chihuahua, and recently added to the family 'Osito' meaning little bear; he is the 2 month old sheep dog. Gaby takes care of Osito like if that was her baby. However Mr. Bean gets beat up by Osito since he is a little bit bigger.

After I get done with that I have go help my mom with the cooking. Meaning it’s mother daughter bounding time. My grandma, my mom and I start having a food fight. Someone usually walks in while this is happening and they walk back out without saying a word. Then we know we need to stop.

We end up cooking a lot of food. I MEAN A LOT! You know how Mexican families are. We have the house full on that day and even the dogs eat their share. At night while we are all eating in the house we go around giving thanks. Then we eat! While we are eating WE ALL GOOF OFF! NO ONE IN MY FAMILY IS NOT A ‘NORMAL’ PERSON YOU CAN SEE IT IN OUR PICS. NOT EVEN THE BABIES OR GUESTS GET LEFT BEHIND. That is why everyone’s friends ask my grandparents if they could spend holidays with us.

We are just that awesome!

Sickness

Being sick is a part of nature to many. When they get sick they say, whatever. To others they cant stand it. I know how both feel. In this blog I will be talking about sickness. Well not sickness, not in biological terms. I will talk about sickness in my point of view or to say in my perspective. I know that if my friends read this right after I post it they would probably call me crazy, give me loads of medicine, and put me to bed. I don't blame them.

Well, I am a person that will say, ok I'm sick, but I love my sick voice. To me the best part about being sick is the not going to school for a logical reason and having a cool sick voice. Sometimes I wish I could just stay with that voice, but sadly I cant. However, many people and family make fun of me when I am sick. I do nothing, but ignore.Once and a while I get really sick and cry to my mommy. I really do, I admit it with out feeling ashamed.

When I'm sick my mom has a tendency to make me some herbal tea. Sometimes I feel like she would pop out of no where with some plants in her hands and start doing some vudu on me. I have fate that she wont, but I can picture it in my head. I like it better when my grandma is the one taking care of me. She kinda treats me better than my mom when I'm sick. My mom would tell me take it like a man, but my grandma is the kind of person that would hold you in her arms and treat you like their little baby. I like that better, but she makes me drink some weird smelly and nasty teas. At least she isn't screaming at me saying, " !no seas una nina llorona y tomalo como hombre!". Meaning, don't be a little cry baby and take it like a man! And that's when I'm really sick, meaning I'm vomiting crying and buggers are running down my nose. Mean, right?

New Start or Not

I have read my first blog and I was wondering, have I stayed on topic? Mostly yes. I have been blogging about my funny adventures with my uncle. I said that I might go off topic and blog about something else. Which I did, I started blogging about my preference in music. Well mostly The Beatles.

I was also wondering if I have achieved my goals? I have noticed that I have become a better speller. Which is GOOD! I'm proud of myself. I have also seen that I have become a better essay writer. I have been noticing that I have developed my organisation skills when writing an essay. Which I'm also proud of!

However, I want to start blogging about funny stories with my friends, jokes, mostly anything funny that sounds good to blog about. Mostly because I go to school do work, go home do chores, eat then homework until 9pm or later. So something that would distract me and make me feel like I'm just doing this for fun. It's like your giving a butler a 30min break that is not lunch. What do you think they will do? Probably do something that distracts them from work. Something that they find amusing.Am I right?

Through out these couple of months in school I have wanted to read a book really bad, but I seem not to get one. When ever I go and choose a book out the library with out having back ground information on book. I seem to get books that don't appeal to me. When I do have back ground information on books I seem to get books that I really seem to enjoy and want to read over and over. I will try to read more books that I WILL ENJOY and blog about them. That is one of my goals.

So I guess I might have a new beginning. I will enjoy this very much.

Hidden Meaning?

In the last blogger I have started talking about my choice in music. I wanted to blog more about this last week, but I forgot. So I will talk about this, this week and something else later next week that is not music. Like I have said I will be talking about The Beatles again.

In the last blog I talked about a hidden meaning to their songs. I talked about how my uncle told me all of this, but never told me exactly what. So one day this last business week I was talking with that same uncle about my blog. I didn't ask him to tell me what the hidden meanings are. However he decided to tell me.

He started singing the song, which they lyrics are down below. He said that all their hidden meanings talked about them being high, being intoxicated with weed. Which back then was totally normal. They never hid the truth of them smoking pot from the public. As you can see in the Abbey Road album cover. In the song Yellow Submarine says that they are high with there friends. That they are so high they don't feel like they are in this world. They are so high they are really loopy. They are basically singing about themselves about how they feel when they are high.

I have never in my life gotten high off of weed or any other drugs. I have gotten high off of chocolate many times before! Hahaha. Yes that's how my friends and I role, but I don't know about other people. What is getting high off chocolate? Well for me it's getting so hyper off of chocolate that your twitching, laughing at everything, talking to people you don't know about any random subject, having a staring competition with your self in the mirror. That is what getting high off of chocolate is for me. Might be different for others. However I back to the one and only The Beatles. To prove my point here. I am not able to understand their meanings of getting high. So if someone told me what they are actually saying I would be very confused. I would have no clue of what they are saying, but I know what they are talking about.

Look at it this way if you know what getting high is ask a person that's an expert on this. However, if you don't you still listen to their music its pretty good. Wait pretty good!? No its freaking great!!! Its all groovy baby!

Yellow Submarine by The Beatles

In the town where i was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life
In the land of submarines

So we sailed up to the sun
Till we found the sea of green
And we lived beneath the waves
In our yellow submarine

We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

And our friends are all on board
Many more of them live next door
And the band begins to play

We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

As we live a life of ease
Everyone of us has all we need
Sky of blue and sea of green
In our yellow submarine.

We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

Jaz, What About Music?

I started thinking of what to write for this week. I started saying to my self, Jaz what about music? I came up with writing about The Beatles, not a mini biography. I'm one of those fanatics that really don't care that much about the personal life, I just care about the music they make. That is why I am going to write about how I feel about some of their music. You may be asking why? The answer to that would most likely be I love their music.

My favorite song? Well... there is a lot of them, but my top three are; So Happy Together, Hey Jude, and Help. The song So Happy Together is one out of the little songs they actually talk about love and don't change the subject like in others. Mostly one guy sings about him and his gal being happy together. I like the song Hey Jude, because of what I get out of it. It kinda tells me to make a bad day a better for your self. And that makes me really happy or feel better if I'm really having a bad day. Help? Because it's funny how they acknowledge that they need help and the way how they are really begging for it. I really like how the music keeps changing throughout the whole song and how it doesn't sound bad like in other people's.

I have noticed that in their songs they don't stick to one subject. They keep making up new ideas and they make them work .They have some songs that may be in a secretly manner, that many people don't get, but the people like it. All because I' facetious. I have to admit that sometimes I don't get it, but I like it anyways. Like the yellow submarine, my uncle told me there was another meaning to it, but I have to be older for him to tell me. Which I'm curios about, but you know how they say, curiosity killed the cat. That is what I want to answer for now to the question, Jaz, what about music?

The Nightmare Came To Life!

Have you ever had a nightmare that you end up going to school or an important event and your pants fell down in front of every one? I have not but It happened to me in real life.

I had won a scholarship to a private summer school for four years when I was in the 5th grade. The school was called Head-Royce School, but the program is called Heads-Up.I had lots of fun in that program. I had meet new friends, seen new things,advanced in learning skill, and I have meet some of the coolest teachers there,which 'm still in contact with.

Well, back to the nightmare. It was 8th grade graduation an I was wearing a fancy shirt, skirt, tights, and fancy new high heels. We were all so exited. Out off the students in the beginning of the program only 20 of us were the ones that stayed in the program for 3 years so far.

We walked in the graduation event. We went through the whole graduation and It went swell. It ended we said bye see you next year.

My mom and I went over to my grandma's house where my whole family was waiting for us. They were all so happy I graduated. Then 20mins after I started walking around the small living room crowded with a bunch of people. I was the center of attention. Then I was in front of my family talking everyone. All of a sudden my skirt fell down. I paused with my mouth open for like 30second. I looked down to see if they really fell down or if I was imagination stuff. I realized I wasn't and started running to the closest room with my skirt around my ankles. It looked like I was wobbling. Everyone was watching me! Not one person in the living room did not see that. Everyone one was laughing so hard even myself. I was so embarrassed. Can you imagine that? Now everyone in my family makes fun of me when they see me. Not one day can I go without remembering that embarrassing moment, but good thing it wasn't during graduation. That is my nightmare come to life.

The Tatum Article

(9.) Stereotypes, omissions,[7] and distortions all contribute to the development of prejudice. Prejudice is a preconceived[8] judgment or opinion, usually based on limited information.I assume that we all have prejudices, not because we want them, but simply because we are so continually exposed to misinformation about others. Though I have often heard students describe someone as not having “a prejudiced bone in his body,” I usually suggest that they look again.

(10.) Prejudice is one of the inescapable consequences of living in a racist society. Cultural racism—the cultural images and messages that affirm the assumed superiority of Whites and theassumedinferiority of people of color—is like smog in the air. Sometimes it is so thick it is visible, other times it is less apparent,[9] but always, day in and day out, we are breathing it in. None of us would introduce ourselves as “smog-breathers” (and most of us don’t want to be described as prejudiced), but if we live in a smoggy place, how can we avoid breathing the air? If we live in an environment in which we are bombarded with stereotypical images in the media, are frequently exposed to the ethnic jokes of friends and family members, and are rarely informed of the accomplishments of oppressed groups, we will develop the negative ideas about those groups that form the basis of prejudice. […]

During the first paragraph what I first highlighted was very important. Why? Because I stopped and made a very long paused saying, ooh.

What it meant to me was that, we are not just born with prejudice in us but we gather it from the little information we received from our parents and or adults in our surroundings. In the third sentence and the fourth I agreed while reading it. I reminded me of a song called I can see clearly now by Bob Marley. Even throughout the rest of this second paragraph mostly because of how the show there examples. By the way I think are very good ones. The phrase, assumed not proved kept popping up in my head during the second paragraph above. The third sentence on it was really nice that I loved it and want it tattooed on my wrist. I circled the word bombarded because to me it sounds really funny and I laugh every time I see, hear, or say it, for some weird reason. The last sentence or so that I highlighted I answered with the word dyeing, because its true you would die. I liked this two paragraph because of the good visual examples she provides.

The Great Fall

This story took time when I was 9 years old, my brother was 7, and Greg was 24. We were all pretty young. This story took place in the Joaquin Miller Park. We went out for our first bike rides with our new bikes. I had a little pink bike with white wheels. All around it had colorful flowers. My brother had a guyish bike that was all black. All the way from the wheels to the steering wheel. It had red around the wheel, on the little details, and designs.

So we got to the Joaquin Miller bike trails. We got out the car and my brother and I were ready to take off on our new bikes. Then Greg said, " Alright lets go.'' My brother and I took off.

We all were having fun, racing each other, stopping to take crazy pictures, which we don't have anymore. I remember we stopped at a point were we can see the city right below, we stayed there for a while speechless. It was cool.

We kept going in the the trail. We even went to the places were bikes are not supposed to go. Which were really small trails. Only one person at a time could run. It was sort of like a being on a freeway on a mountain where you keep going around the it just to get to the top or another freeway. There were trees all over it which was really nice the whole park made you feel the scenes of piece and relaxation. A feeling so close to the feeling you get when you give a homeless hungry person some food and they give a true thanks.

So we were on the narrow trails and my brother and I were looking all around. Watching the beauty of nature. We were making jokes as we were going up the trail. Then all of a sudden you hear Greg say, " Its getting bumpy up here." I was being very caution. My brother ignored what my uncle said since he was in the front he stated going faster. All of a sudden my brother came up with a large rock. I was right behind him and saw that his front wheel turned facing the part of the mountain where the hill went down.

Then he kept pedaling and you see him go down to the hill so fast he looked like a ongoing cartoon skit of a kid on a bike going down a steep hill with lines enhancing the velocity that it takes on. Greg and I stopped and watched for a second. Then we realized that he was going to hit a tree so we told him to let go of the bike. He wouldn't let go. We can notice on his face how scared he was even though he was mute all the way down.

Once he hit we realized the fall was around 3minutes long. We were laughing at my brother all his way up. The impact on his face was priceless. It was like he wanted to cry but he wanted to laugh and do it over again all at the same time. After that we went back to the car and left because my brother was kinda in a zombie stage. We never will never forget his priceless face expression and the fall.

SixFlags More Fun

It starts around last year in the month of September that Greg, my uncle, and I went to six flags. Since it was September there was no one out there. We had the amusement park all to ourselves! Even better there were no lines for the rides! We felt an instinct to run around the whole park, that we could not let pass by. So we ran around the park like little kids. It was so much fun.

After the run, we started getting on all the big kid rides. We started out from the small all the way to big. All the rides were really cool. On the rides we always sat up in the front then the second time in the back of the ride. I think we were on something because we were way too excited. It’s like we were two little kids in Chuck E. Cheese for the first time.

When we got to Medusa, one out of two big rides there, we were so thrilled that for the picture we made funny faces. When we saw the picture we laughed so hard for like 10min straight. I remember I could not breathe while I was laughing. These other guy that was sitting in the same row with us were not trying to make a funny face, but one of the guys came out looking so retarded that the glasses he was wearing looked like they were winking. We loved the picture so much we had to buy it. We still have the picture up in the refrigerator at my grandma’s house.

Later on the last one we had to ride was Vertical Velocity. It is the fastest ride in the park. Basically the name says it all. When we were in line, which was a small line. We heard it all the people scream even the ride screams. That was a shock to my uncle, because it was going to be his first time in that single ride. The reaction in his face was so funny that I almost peed in my pants of laughter. His eyes and mouth opened up so big. He looked like that guy from the famous painting called scream. The ride passed by so many times with people screaming and the ride too. He heard it pass two times and he panicked. He wanted to leave so bad that he was jumping up and down with watery rides. What a scary cat! I convinced him to go on it, but he was still scared. We got on right in the front row, just me and him. He was being such a baby he was crying for his mom.

The ride took off and we loved it so much that Greg admitted that he was being a big baby. We kept getting on that ride for over 10 tomes until it was time for us to go. The day was over and the year still had many more days for us to have fun or to say being ourselves.

While Living in Utah

About 7 years ago i used to live in Utah with my mom, siblings, grandparents, my youngest aunt and my youngest uncle in a big house. My oldest uncle lived with his family in another house near to ours. My uncle , Gregorio, came from a college in Sacramento while winter break to spend the holidays with us. So one day my family and I went over to these mountain where a huge lake freezes in2 the winter.

While we where there we could never go to far in the lake because my parents were to scared that the lake would crack and we would fall in and since there were no park ranger around to help. We couldn't even leave my parents side! That really sucked butt! Once we got in the car and went farther in the huge mountains we found ourselves lost. So everyone got out the car we started playing in the woods around. My grandparents and my oldest uncle stayed near the car in case someone passed by they would ask for directions.

Greg, my brother and I went deeply in the forest and started goofing off, like always. While we were laughing and playing we heard a bear. We got spooked and and stood there for a while really quite. Afterward we all agreed on seeing the bear. We went in trying to look for the bear and we were singing a song that we invented and it sort of sounded like this..."we're going on a bear hunt, we're going on a bear hunt, who is coming? we are coming"My brother was 6 years old and I was 8, it was logical that we would be singing something like this. After 10 minutes my brother and I were tired, but still wanted to find the bear. My uncle started giving us piggyback rides. After 20 minutes we thought that our family left us so we ran back down to the car it took us a while to get there,but we were worried.

Once we were down in the street we saw that they were already on the car and riding down the street slowly. We tried catching up ,but they speed up on purpose! Once we stopped running and just sat there in the middle of the street. We didn't bother standing up because we didn't believe that they would come back. The car was turning around, we were still sitting down and looking really tired and sweaty. They actually stopped and we got in the car and our little adventure was sort of done.

What to write about?

Through out my life I mostly hang out with one uncle, Gregorio. When we get together we always goof off or do something really unexpected. Even though he is 30 years old he can be a really childish guy.
In my blog I am going to write about our little adventures. I want to write about them because it is really funny. The stories are not talking about being rude and getting kicked out of a store for trashing the place.What I like about the stories is that they happen frequently and unexpectedly. I enjoy telling people my funny stories. I don't make them up, they just happen. I might not write about books I read, but I might change my mind later on.
Through out my years in high school I would love to improve my grammar. I consider myself a really bad speller. I also want to improve in my essay writing. I like writting essays, but I don't love it. If I learned how, where and why, then maybe I could be a much better essay writer or etc. I have heard that to get in a good university you have to have really good essays. I want to be able to know that I have done better than if I paid someone to revise it several times and/ pay someone to do it for me. Those are the two main ways I want to improve in.