Howdy everyone! My name is Sally “Shot” Winderson and I am going to tell you the story about how I became a Gal of the East through the reasons why I love this place. Well if you ever read my tiny little background at the very beginning of this semester I said I was born in the heat of 1845… well that’s just not true! I was actually born in the heat of 1995 but the rest of me is true! I lived in Tombstone, Arizona my whole life, up until recently, and had a Mom, Dad, and 6 brothers. I was indeed made fun of when I was younger for acting too much like a boy and I do pour a pretty mean whiskey and worked at Tumbleweed Saloon pretty much all my life. I lived in a small cramped flat just above the saloon with my family until I was about 16 and could afford to rent a room across the street. My family thought that I was betraying them by moving out but living with 8 other people was just too much. When I turned 19 I bought a plane ticket east and set out on my journey. I remember the day I was leaving so clearly. It was 6am, the airport was an hour away and my entire family wanted to take me. Our car was too small at the time so my parents drove me and my brothers stayed home to work. I gave each of them a bear hug and told them that I’d send them a ticket once I hit the jackpot. They all laughed and said “Sure ya will Shot, eryone will love ya out there!” Before I got in the car I looked at myself in the mirror. Decked out in dirt covered jeans, worn in boots and a what-once-was-white-now-brown t-shirt. My hair was all frizzy and wild and my scar on my chin from falling when I was seven was as taught as ever. My freckles were coming out of hiding due to being in the sun too long and I was also a little sunburnt. My Mom called from the car and I knew it was time to go. Saying goodbye to my parents was the hardest. I thought moving into a room across the street was harder but this was worse. I was going to a place where I knew no one and had no knowledge of what would await me. I gave them both a hug and kiss and was on my way. That was a year ago today, with a stroke of fortunate events I now attend the University of Mary Washington and am getting my degree to be a school guidance counselor. Every morning when I wake up I see a glimpse of the old me, the freckles, the scar, the frizzy hair. But when I go to class or work I am a new more refined me. I am happy. My hair is sleek and straight, my freckles and scar in hiding and I wear a nice blazer and jeans sometimes if my t-shirt doesn’t cut it. I have never been happier and I want to show you all the reasons why thanks to Virginia and UMW!
Another reason I love where I live now is the weather! In Tombstone it was always hot and dry and was just not pleasant to go out in. Here, I get all four seasons!
The collage below is not just from UMW and VA but also from travels I have had while attending the school. New York City and Broadway were both where I traveled to during New Years. The black and white “gangster” photo was from spring break when I attended the Arnold Sports and Fitness Expo in Ohio. The picture with me and a friend in snow as well as the one with the time slightly showing, is showing how I have made new friendships on campus. The hiking picture was from a weekend I went up north to go hiking. Not only do I love the east but I have the ability to travel and make friends and that is something I am so happy about!
While also being able to travel all over I finally can call a room of my own home. The one I live in at school changes frequently but I finally have a place up in Northern Virginia that I can call my own! It’s much more spacious than the little flat I bought when I was 16!
Since growing up in a small western town was pretty boring, living out here is wonderful. I showed you all the reasons why through different forms of media I learned this year. And here is me, Sally Winderson, signing off on this wild rodeo called DS106.
Throughout this entire semester my character Sally has told you her stories of the West as well as of the East. For this final project I will be telling her story of why she is now officially a Gal of the East. She loves the West and will always have fond memories of it but she see’s the East coast as her home. I will be writing about her past in more detail and how she has changed overtime (her physical appearance as well as mental health). I will then use visual and combine a photo set of 5 photos as to why she left and 5 photos as to why she loves the East. I will make a collage of her new life as well as give everyone a tour of her home all combined in another photo set. Which will also lead into another reason she loves the east – the weather. She may just video how great it is. Then I will end it with the sounds of her day as well as a phone call with her family and their great news via audio. I based a majority of this off of assignments, but will add my own little flair here and there, and it added up to be 25+ stars of work as required. You’ve seen Sally talk about her new life but never like this.
For this assignment I did one more remix to complete the two remix assignments required. I decided to write a short letter to my future husband – Dr.Seuss style. I type this all up in a word document and then posted it below. Enjoy!
Dear future husband,
My name is Tierra, I’m not 100% fair-a like a princess from afar. But I can take you to a bar.
We can eat wings and watch sports, maybe even go on a yacht in a port.
I hope you will love me unconditionally, just like a little flower and a bumble-bee.
I hope you can cook (because I can’t), I’m really good at just reading books.
Other things just like that, I can hit a ball with a bat and recite cat in the hat.
I hope you join me in the car when we’re driving really far.
Maybe even join in on me singing off key and pick a song that will romance me.
We should have two children one day, a boy and girl, but not until we’ve traveled the world.
You should be kind and caring, humble and daring.
Stay loyal and true and I promise to give my 100% and all to you.
For this assignment, Lindsey M‘s character Danny and my own Sally “emailed” each other a little sequel to the radio show they participated in. It consists of a time traveling train and what’s going on back in Tombstone, Arizona. Read below to see what happening now in that crazy western town! This assignment was worth 4 stars and Lindsey and myself worked on it at the same time altogether.
After watching the Shape of Stories I read “The Bride Comes to Yellow Sky” by Stephen Crane. This western did not necessarily fit the Shape of Stories plot due to it being two stories within one, but each individual story fit into the models that were shown in the video. The story was split into three sections the start and end consisted of a Marshall and his wife and the middle consisted of men in a bar. The husband and wife pair started off going well, or on the upwards curve and then dropped when they were help up at gun point. After the situation was cleared up the story leveled back out onto a generally happy ending. The middle section with the men in the bar started off grim and never really had a good ending until the drunk man with a gun was eventually stopped. After watching the video on the shape of stories it really put into perspective how many things I have read that really do end on a positive note. Also how they are all similarly shaped. It will be interesting to see if e read anymore that end on a negative note!
I read Ice Man and listened to an episode of Gun Smoke for this assignment. I never truly knew how westerns could be so many different things and have so many different components to them. Obviously the typical western stereotype is cowboys, gun shots and old country music which is what I really got from gun Smoke. It was just a good wholesome western story with problems, sheriffs, wagons, horses and gunshots. The music and slang was very much something I would imagine people out west listening to and speaking like. Ice Man was very different however. It did not strike me as a typical western just because, typically, they are majority white men against each other and things of that nature. This was about bull riders and men who are more or less of color and their run in with the law. It just seemed like the Ice Man was looking for trouble and when it couldn’t be found he made sure of it. It took place out west and in a bar, but that was about all Western I really could relate it to. The writing style of Ice Man and listening to Gun Smoke were similar in the way characters were depicted to speak/ how they actually spoke. A very western lingo that you don’t hear in normal dialogue. I’ve also noticed that there is always someone causing trouble and there is always someone you are rooting for. It’s just interesting to see how there are so many different Westerns out there. Going back through the Google document about westerns it’s nice to see that it’s not just a majority population sort of ordeal. Anyone from any race, sex, sexual orientation and country can be in a western. It’s nice to see different versions being brought to the table in this class.
For week three we’re have to write about our own character, mine just happens to be the prettiest and wittiest saloon owner/bartender in the whole west. Sally “Shot” Winderson is her name and pouring the meanest whiskey in town is her game. Born in the heat of the summer of 1845 Shot was from a family of 7, her Ma, Pa and 6 brothers, 3 older and 3 younger. She was always made fun of by other girls for being to boy-ish and that’s how she found her calling. Her Pa was a heavy drinker, never put the family in danger though, and she was always fascinated by all the tricks he had to pouring his fancy drinks and she decided she wanted to learn. She would go to local saloons with him and watch the bar tenders do their thing. She loved the atmosphere so much that when she was just 21 she opened up her own saloon and was the best bartender in town. Now this business is not just good music and drinks, it also comes with its complications. Shot’s saloon is notorious for bandits hiding out, secret information being communicated between allies and shoot outs between enemies. Shot however, not just being good at pouring shots, was also an extremely good shot with a gun. She could stop any scuffle going on in her place before it escalated too quickly. If the Sheriff came around to get information on one of her customers he would have to pay a hefty price to get the info from her. You think she would be worried about her safety however she never was. Those six brothers of hers were the roughest, toughest cowboys in the West and would never let anyone hurt their beloved sister. Sally “Shot” Winderson is not a girl to be messed with.
For this assignment I am to write five things for my bucket list and reasons why, so here I go!
1.) Compete in either and NPC Bikini or Figure show and win my pro card. I love the sport of bodybuilding and with my competitive dance background I’ve been itching to go back on a stage. This time with a sculpted physique I am proud to have achieved. Winning my pro card also means I would get closer to the Olympia which is the dream! Also being higher up means cash money prizes which could help fund me going to shows and training and what not.
2.) Get sponsored by companies. This is for when I compete. Having a company such as Legion or Angel sponsor me would be icing on the cake. There are so many things to worry about when going into competing and having supplements and my stage presence covered would take a little bit of the stress away!
3.) Do good. I am super passionate about helping those less fortunate and hope to be able to do that as well. I really want to help stop childhood obesity so joining an organization and making a difference is something I definitely want to do.
4.) Pay back my parents. With everything they have ever done for me I hope one day that I can look at them and pay off their mortgage or their cars or just give them a huge check that will help them live easy when they start getting old.
5.) Adopt a bunch of dogs. This is just a last random one. I really do love dogs and I believe they all deserve a loving home. I always joked around that if nothing works out I’ll just start a dog sanctuary. They are just the best! 🙂
I have absolutely no idea what the future holds for me. This assignment requires me to write to myself 10 years from now.
Dear future Tierra,
You’ll be what, 30? when you read this. Dear God woman you’re old! Except not really, I’m just kidding. You’re writing this to yourself on January 24, 2016. There’s a crap ton of snow outside from winter storm Jonas and you have no idea whether you have work today or not. So if you remember all this stuff, you’re awesome, if not, go take some EHT by Nerium and get smarter ya dingus. Well I imagine you have already been on the bodybuilding circuit and have a few competitions under your belt. Hopefully sponsored by Legion Supplements and a bikini company. You train people at your own gym and help children with their health, like you always wanted to. You also got your masters for nutrition through Liberty’s online courses like you planned. I hope you’re married to the love of your life and possibly have a little baby or one on the way, if not that’s cool, take your…my….(???) time. You have a beautiful house with a wrap around porch and a lot of indoor potted plants and books everywhere. I imagine you live on a big piece of land somewhere in Virginia so you’re not too far from all your siblings and friends. If this is all too far fetched than here is my more achievable standard that I’ll give myself. I think I’m married to the love of my life in a cute little townhouse either in Virginia or Maryland. We have multiple dogs because I love dogs and can’t live without them. I am a counselor of some kind, hopefully with children, but also a personal trainer. I have competed in a bodybuilding show and want to help others do it too. And I finally got that Audi I have been dreaming out since I was 19. I hope I put my anxiety and negative thoughts about myself away and only think positively. I have no idea if this is how the future will even end up but it’s always a great outline. Most importantly, I hope I am happy. So if I’m not and I’m reading this well, cheer up buttercup. You’re alive and reading this and have gotten to be 30, let’s see how 40 and 50 and so on look on us.. me.. you… this is hard. Anyways, cheers to being 30!
For this little diddy we have to write about our Freshman year move in day, something I loved and hated all at once.
I moved into Jefferson Hall around August 2013 at 10a.m. I had absolutely no idea where my room was and thought my Mom couldn’t be anymore embarrassing. My Mom and I unloaded everything onto the curb in front of the building and then she went to go park the car. I had to bring everything up with the help of one person because she got lost parking her car. By the time everything was up in my room it was super hot and humid since it had rained a little bit. Everything was a huge chaotic mess and by the time my roommate had got there with even more stuff, which she took up all at once because she had so much help, it looked like a tornado had hit our room. Eventually everything was unpacked and put in spots, soon to be moved so we could open up our floor to be bigger. But the entire time moving in I had one thought, I want to go home. Obviously because it was a new place but also, I didn’t really know anyone and it didn’t feel like home to me. I was tired, scared and excited all at once.
My Mom and I went to lunch and went shopping for things that I forgot which completely took my worries away at the time. Then we got back and the anxiety about being in a new place and not going home to my family every night started kicking in. When my Mom was getting ready to head out I kept making up excuses for her not to leave but she said she had to. It wasn’t the emotional but by the time she got in the car she called me and told me how proud she was and quickly ended the call due to what sounded like a sob. I watched her drive away like something an actress would do in a movie and just wished I could be going back home with her.
So obviously freshman move in day was a mixed bag of feelings but since then I have made some friendships and have made it to second semester junior year! I call my family frequently just to catch up with them and try to go home any chance I get free from work! Move-in day sucked but I’ve gotten this far and can’t wait to see where I end up later in time.