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Informal Free Write and Formal Rewrite-Eng. Comp [26 Aug 2006|07:16pm] [ mood | exhausted ] [ music | Bob Marley-Everything's Gonna Be Alright ] INFORMAL FREE WRITE A phone conversation: Me: Oh my God! Today was the worst day ever! My teacher gave us back our research papers from like, a year ago. I thought I did so well. Remember, I worked so hard on it and stayed up until like 4 am the night before it was due, making sure I had enough quotes? Guess what! He gave me a 73! Can you believe that! I thought for sure that A was in the bag! All that research I did on Aborigines was such a waste!   BFF: Yeah, I guess I know how you feel. I got a 79 on mine. My teacher is a total biotch though. She like totally hates me. Did he say why you did so badly?   Me: Ugh, it is so dumb! I forgot to write about that dumb folk tale I read! Everything else was almost perfect he said! I am so beyond pissed!   BFF: Yeah, that totally sucks. Anyway, did you see that episode of The Real World Last night...? FORMAL RE-WRITE Every year in High School we had to do a big research paper. Sophomore year our topic was Folk Tales. We had to read a folk tale from a certain region or country, research the people, animals and customs of that country and then show how the Folk Tale relates to various aspects of that culture.                 I had done research for about two months on the Aborigines of Australia to use in my paper. Of course, like any 16 year old, I procrastinated-there just always seemed like there was something better to do than write my paper. Somehow, I made it all the way to the night before the paper was due before even starting it. Boy was I in trouble.                 I enlisted the help of my mom to do the typing while I read her my rough draft. Eventually, after my yelling several times, she gave up and went to bed, leaving me to finish on my own. I didn’t finish until about 2 am, and I still didn’t have the 30 quotes that I needed. Still, I turned it in the next day, feeling pretty good. I was sure I had earned myself an A.                 Several months later, my teacher handed our papers back. With a smug look on my face, I watched him hand me my fate: a 73. A C? I could not believe it. When I asked him about it after class he said, “Your paper was well written and had nearly all the quotes I had asked for. However, you didn’t mention anything about your folktale, and that cost you about 20%. I’m sorry.”                 Sorry, that’s all I get? I would later complain to a few of my friends but in the end, I guess I could see that I truly did earn that grade. Needless to say, I never waited that long to write a paper again!     post comment

Week 1-English Comp [24 Aug 2006|01:27pm] [ mood | busy ] [ music | Yesterday-The Beatles ] How does language determine relationships? Do you talk differently depending on your environment? How does this help or hurt you? I think that language does help determine friendships, most notably in what language you speak. For example, I will not be friends with someone who only speaks German on the sole grounds of I do not speak German. In another sense, I tend to shy away from people who use a lot of slang that I do not understand. I do speak differently depending on my environment and more importantly, depending on whom I am around at the time.  Here are a few different scenarios:  I have an African American friend named Andrea who is very outgoing and loud. If I am hanging around her, I will tend to become a loud, outgoing person. I also have several Caucasian friends who are reserved and quiet a lot of the time. Although I am not usually that way, I will tone down a bit when I am around them. Upon taking a step back, I see how this can hurt me. It feels as though when I am with my quiet friends I am suppressing who I am. On the flip side, when I am with Andrea, I feel as though I am overdoing it, trying to be something that I am not. The only way I can truly say that this helps me is that it shows that I can adapt to almost any kind of social situation. It helps me to realize that I shouldn't change my ways for other people, and they shouldn't change for me. Ideally, we should all be able to get along no matter what the situation. Unfortunately, that just isn't the case.   1 comment|post comment

[01 Feb 2006|06:32pm] [ mood | calm ] new poem written by yours truly The Girl Next Door She sits and stares, yet never dares, to say what’s on her mind. No one will care if she’s not there. Or even come to find HER! The girl next door is sweet no more. Her life has changed so much. With herself, she is at war. She sees her bruises; she feels so sore. But still can’t resist his touch. Alone, she cries at night, and begins to lose the fight. He’s just too strong for her. Then one day, try as she might, he successfully turns out her light. She feels as free as a bird. The girl next door lies silently on the floor. But he can’t hurt her anymore. post comment

NEW JOURNAL...look at my penquin [10 May 2005|07:34pm] [ mood | thirsty ] new journal got tired of my old one yea, thats all for now i guess o yea and FRIENDS ONLY comment to be added 10 comments|post comment

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