Tag Archives: Writing

What My Blog Says About Me.

Lets be honest. I don’t put a whole lot of thought into my blog. I don’t have an editorial strategy of what I’m going to post. I do, however, put a lot of “me” into this space. The sub-theme, “Heaping Scoops Of My Brain,” isn’t just clever witticism, This space is really all about what I’m thinking at the moment.

Clouds from a plane

I don’t have a tag cloud enabled on my blog for a reason. I don’t think it adds anything to your experience here. However, I was going through some of the features on the back-end of wp.com and I found it has a tag cloud of your commonly used tags and such. These are mine. As I approach the end of the year, and my 200th(!!) blog post, I was going to do some reflection to what I’ve learned in my time here. Prepare yourself. 🙂

I have never thought of myself as a motivator or as inspirational. I have always just thought myself as a storyteller, someone you can relate to and someone you’d like to call a friend.

Again, thanks for sticking around with me. I hope it gets better from here. (If you want to see the posts which are related to the above tags. Click on them, it should take you there.) Going through them, I learned a lot about my writing style and how it’s changed since I began this thing.

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Speech: Final Persuasive

Finally. I’m done with all my classes for the term. This makes me happy.

While I would love to rant and rave on and on about how fantastic I was. I really don’t have the energy and I’m really just glad this term is over. Hopefully I can relax for the next two weeks, before we start all over again.

For those who have been riveted. I wanted to put up my final speech. I know my final grade already and I’m pleased with the outcome.

Enjoy.

The beginning of the speech, for the first minute, I showed the following clip, feel free to watch it before the speech.

And without further ado?

My final speech, a persuasive on why voting is important.

What’s that you’re saying?

As you’ve all been keenly aware, I’m taking a Public Speaking course this term. Part of the assignments include a recorded video of each speech so we can analyze it and learn from it.

Here it is.

Watching it, I just cringe. I’m not a fan of my voice when recorded or seeing myself on Video. I guess that’s something that I’ll just have to get over for this class.

All in all, enjoy the story of how my best friend and I became friends. It’s a great story.

From The Vault

I used to write a lot of poetry. Not because I was a tortured artist, because I had a lot to say. I don’t write much in the way of Creative Writing nowadays, but I thought I would dig out some of my old poems and share them. So, read on if you feel like it. 🙂

“I resist anything better than my own diversity, and breathe the air and leave plenty after me, and i am not stuck up, and in my own place” – Walt Whitman.

To Celebrate the View From the Past

3/17/2005

To those who I have never met,

Though the past brought you to my future,

I know now why you are there,

Nor what keeps you standing in my way,

Only that your grasp, your lockdown,

No longer has a place here.

It shall be dismantled with the force of a hurricane,

This hurt will no longer bear your signature,

The light that beams from this soft scenery,

will melt through the icy night,

the stream carves it own new path,

We will vacate the darkness,

Wrest from its hands: the damage, the control and loneliness,

It will be the greatest triumph over this manipulation,

This caution, your warning,

To heed it, your choice.

A friendship revised: Personal Narrative

You may remember, I had to write a personal narrative for my writing class. I received a B on that original assignment. Part two of that assignment was; after a one on one with my teacher, we were to revise it based on her guidelines. Her comments were based that I have too many “lovely verbose lists”. She was afraid I would tire my reader, and after my revision, I could gain some of those points back. As you could imagine i’m less than thrilled about this. But, I do what I can to get the right grades. Her suggestion. Cut 4 pages from the original. If you followed me on twitter,you’d know that I was SUPER angry. Well, I feel that I have destroyed the story, and it no longer feels like my “voice” except the last paragraph. I almost made the 4 pages. (I only could, in good conscious, cut so much. So here’s the revision.

Here’s hoping it’s what she wants. I’ve already written the story I wanted.

The road may be bumpy by the trip is worth it (PDF Link)

More Writing (Down with homework)

My latest assignment for my Writing class was to write a nonsensical five-paragraph essay. It’s to illustrate our confidence in the structure of an essay and that we are able to create and write properly. Here’s what I chose, I hope my teacher has a good sense of humor.

Writing Homework is Hazardous to Students

Since the dawn of time humans have used many forms to communicate with others. The earliest humans used grunts and brute force to impress their point upon another. Since the invention of the “Written word”; students have been tortured to memorize word structure, formatting and proper choice of words. Until recently, the perception that constant structured repetitious use of essays, story writing and word usage tests caused students to further communicate with others. This contradictory report claims Writing and writing homework is bad for students because; Writing causes neurological paranoia in students, Writing causes repetitive stress injuries to the hands and wrists, and finally; Writing homework is the number one cause of social life deficiency in students. Students’ lives would be much easier if writing homework wasn’t a part of the school experience.

Looking over your shoulder and being stricken with panic are not the only recognized forms of paranoia. Students who take writing classes are often paralyzed with fear of being judged. Dr. Willis, of the Western Writing Collective Institute completed a study[1] in July of 2008, where he studied the assignments of a hundred college students. He found that ninety-nine percent of students are tormented with the pressure of writing papers and concern from being judged by their peers. The pressure causes students to write with trepidation and often causes assignments to be half thoughts or incomplete arguments.

The National Association of Emergency Room Nurses recently came out in support of tougher restrictions on the frequency and size of writing assignments.[2] In 2007, it was reported the number of writing/typing injuries increased nationally during the fall and spring. While the number of injuries declined during the summer months, coinciding with the traditional times associated with summer break. This research seemingly supports the claims of many school children that homework causes frequent and repetitive stress injuries to the hands and wrists, furthering the claim that writing homework is a “pain in the neck”.

Social lives are important to the development of all people. The pursuit of friendships, relationships and endeavors for the betterment of individuals create successful individuals. Whether it’s: exploring your cities’ attractions, traveling to places you’ve never been, socializing with friends, dating or just spending time in your own environment, these things are all important and consistently diminished by the necessity to complete writing assignments and homework.

This student, in researching the effects of writing homework on the average student has come to the conclusion that writing homework is unnecessary and should be abolished from the curriculum.  Subjecting students to the constant barrage of deadlines and peer pressure can have irreversible effects in the long term. In the immediate, a stressed student can be affected so much by an assignment that they feel defeat and deflation. Abolish homework now.


[1] Willis, William. “Students Damaged By Writing Pressure”. Writing Studies. Kalamazoo: Crazed Monkey, 2009

[2] Markenson, Mark. “Homework Reduction Helps Students”. National Association of Emergency Room Nurses Monthly January 1, 2010: 14-16.

Lenore’s Lust – A Poem

The frost sets upon this night,
the suns glare scorches the barren land,
a cold snap rattles the bones,
an inner fire, a glowing soul,
This being,
Her insight astounds,
The Dementia surrounds,
This insanity spreads like wildfire.
It, is then, at this very moment,
Through the dark, gray ominous clouds,
you see the star,
Shining where one should not.
That is how,
How you know,
you’ve found the comfort,
of a long cherished friend.