Kara+Wylie's+Wiki

 My name is Kara Wylie and I am a senior at Clemson University. I am graduating in May 2014 with both Secondary Education and English majors. I grew up in Easley, South Carolina, and even though the rest of my family lives in Ohio, I am a Southern girl at heart. I love to be outside on a sunny day, preferably in or near some body of water, and I am addicted to the beach. I enjoy reading and writing whenever I have free time and I also love to play sports. My family and friends have made me who I am today and I am so grateful for all their love and for all of the insane moments we've shared together that keep me laughing. I am really excited to begin teaching in my own classroom one day: I can't believe that time is already almost here!

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Clearly, I misread the instructions on this assignment :(. I'll have to fix this later: It won't let me insert this Glog but here is the link: http://karabwylie.edu.glogster.com/glog-is-great

Bob Dylan from Blood on the Tracks (I had to upload the file)
 * Simple Twist of Fate **

They sat together in the park As the evening sky grew dark, She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones. 'Twas then he felt alone and wished that he'd gone straight And watched out for a simple twist of fate.

They walked along by the old canal A little confused, I remember well And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burnin' bright. He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train Moving with a simple twist of fate.

A saxophone someplace far off played As she was walkin' by the arcade. As the light bust through a beat-up shade where he was wakin' up, She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate And forgot about a simple twist of fate.

He woke up, the room was bare He didn't see her anywhere. He told himself he didn't care, pushed the window open wide, Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate Brought on by a simple twist of fate.

He hears the ticking of the clocks And walks along with a parrot that talks, Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailers all come in. Maybe she'll pick him out again, how long must he wait Once more for a simple twist of fate.

People tell me it's a sin To know and feel too much within. I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring. She was born in spring, but I was born too late Blame it on a simple twist of fate.

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Last night I sat on my front porch with one of my best friends from college and we talked about whoever God might be. As the conversation progressed, the topic evolved into what that omnipresent, all-knowing, all-loving being would //not// be: we found ourselves pondering who God is //not// more than who God is. We got on the subject of--more or less--fate, how an all-present God exists equally in all of time and equally in no time at all. How yesterday and one hundred years from now may have no real distinction to whoever and whatever God might be. We talked about fate, how the colliding spheres of our worlds change our lives without our even realizing. How the girl who my best bud has been dating lost her brother in a car wreck. If the car that hit him had left five minutes sooner, maybe her brother would be alive. I often wonder who I would be without my own various heartaches. I believe that I learned an irreplaceable lesson through my own simple twists of fate. I think it is interesting that this song that I am interpreting today goes back to the very conversation we shared last night in the cold air. I think that the word "fate," sounds flowery, romantic, and impractical. However, I do believe that there is some weird attraction or force that seems to unite like minds to each other. I have often wondered, "Do I attract people who feel the same way about life as I do? Do they attract me? Or is there equal capacity for this depth of connection even amongst strangers who would never expect it so?" I love the idea of a //twist// of fate. I had never before considered what that //twist// might mean. I had always understood "twist," in the same sense that I might understand "The plot took a sick twist." But instead I hear "twist" in this song in a much more revealing way. What would have happened if MG's brother had left five minutes sooner? What would have happened if my roommate and I weren't complaining about biology as freshman in Java City when we met Jay Patel and all the wonderful friends and ideas who came with him (them?) What if we both hadn't been enrolled in Bio 100 to even complain about that day? It's strange to think of how the most simple, insignificant things can change a road we don't even realize that we are travelling. I often wonder if there is intended direction--control--fate?

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For some reason, on my end the widget isn't appearing. I figured I would include this link below just in case it did not get put in correctly: Persuasive Voicethread