Today, the second meeting with the group seemed more fast paced.  Everything was going really well.The instructor asked us to write a poem and a story.  I basically wrote a poem about my grandfather, who I never met but I thought it would be a good idea to paint a picture of him in my head.  I painted this picture of him as being this hardworking individual, coming to the US from Puerto Rico with his mind set upon a dream.  It was quite interesting, but seemed a little peculiar because I did not know anything about him.  But at least I know I tried.  Then, in the middle of the day, I reflected on my writing, and compared it to what I am seeing in the book that we received, which is part of the program.  I noticed that in my writing I’m not so descriptive so that is something I need to work on.  The day came to an end, with me walking around, reading a passage from the book in this serene area and jotting down some notes.  I love it here.