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intherealworld
_november__rain
Coins can de-rail a train

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trekteacher
intherealworld
trekteacher
OK, y'all, it's all done. Grades (a suspicious number of high ones!) went in yesterday, and when you check Banner you'll see them. I'll be on campus briefly today to drop off portfolios and pick up mail and so forth--around noon. If you miss me then, you can come by and pick up your portfolio in the fall.

A personal note, you guys. I was a little worried about how the class would go, and I was worried for a long time, but the end results have pleased me a lot. Your portfolios showed me some real quality, a high level of self reflection, and an awareness, new for some of you, of how your personal experiences relate to that thing known as "the real world." All of you put in effort. All of you who put in MAJOR effort saw major results. Thank you for a great class.

And now, I return you to your regularly scheduled summer break. Maybe I'll see some of you intherealworld!
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trekteacher
intherealworld
trekteacher
Not bad, you guys!! Everyone has turned in their portfolios, and it isn't even fifteen till 2. Good for you. I think this may be the first time I've taught a writing class when ALL portfolios came in on time!

I'll post here again when I'm done with grading, which hopefully won't be too long. At that point, I'll make some sort of mildly mushy end of term post and say thanks and so forth. Until then, though, I have to be vicious. Time enough for mush when all is said and done. :)

I'm now going to pack up and head out. Emails will still reach me, of course!
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mommazboy6
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mommazboy6
There has to be something that we can do about the monopoly this school has on text books. The beginning $120, nearly a week's pay. 3 months pass and the book is worth $15!?! You've got me crazy ifyou think i'm gonna sell this book back to you for $15 so that you can sell it again for 120. A guy came up to me last year w/ a proposition. If i would pass out flyers for his business, the business would give me double what the school would for my books. I said "hell yea." The word got out to the point where there was a line outside the guy's van that was larger than the bookstore's. Everyone was getting more money for their books. This sounds like fair competition to you, correct? To Stetson, it's a lil knat, buzzing around that must be squashed. Stetson advised the man to depart from the Stetson area, or else. Or else they were going to call his supplier and cut him off. He was not even operating on campus, i don't see how this was legal. The first two business classes a Stetson business major must take deals w/ ethics of business. Maybe this was an "ethical" manuever by the school, it just seems kinda dirty, cutthroat to me. i could be wrong though, i could be totally naive as to the real way the business world works. Are ethics really practiced? All i can do right now is hope so. In the mean time, i will be buying and selling everyone of my text books online. This was an idea that i actually got from Dr. O'Neill earlier this semeseter when she wrote us the email telling us which books to get. It was a great idea to get them off the net and i'm gonna try to sell them back to the net as well.
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trekteacher
intherealworld
trekteacher
Well, la la la, here I am in my office, and nobody has yet turned in the final portfolio.

Hmm. This doesn't bode well.

Just a reminder...I'm outta here at 2 pm. Any portfolio not in my hands by then will not be counted.

::wonders if that sounds too serious::

::decides it sounds just serious enough::
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intherealworld
mberi25
did everyone finish the portfolio already? im still working on my revision of writing and identity, its not going well. how is everyone else doing???
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intherealworld
helmholtz_w
All of my writing is trite. Even that, having just said that was trite. And cliché.
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intherealworld
dversion
Who is going to keep their LJ up after class is over? Just curious who thinks they might?

Current Mood: accomplished

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_november__rain
intherealworld
_november__rain
Once again, if anyone would like to hook me up with some comments my Culture Essay rough draft is up on the personal. Thank you!

P.S. For those of you who read it, I realize the first paragraph is a bit of a mess.

Current Mood: wooo

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intherealworld
mberi25
to my group members:
hey how are you all doing with your revision? how about the final reflection essay? mine's going slowly, but its coming along. i was hoping someone would post part of the reflection, i need ideas, b/c im stuck. for some reason i have problems with transitions, i don't know why, b/c that really seems like the easy part. are you guys having any trouble??? well see you all in class 2morrow
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intherealworld
guidobuccelli
Hey to you guys in my revision group i found the rest of my for fun essay. If you wud like to check it for me thanx.
To all: is anyone goin to have a group revision anytime soon, if so post it in the community
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intherealworld
ski_friend
I have my first draft of the reflection essay up in my journal if anyone wants to take a look and see you they think. Do you guys thinks this sounds about right? Thanks
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wildturkey13
intherealworld
wildturkey13
Hey guys! Sorry it's taken me so long to post this stuff. Here's what Dr. O'Neill said to include in our final reflective essay:

1) Why did you choose these pieces? or Why not the other ones?

2) Describe the development of your idea in each essay.

3) What kind of personal impact did this kind of writing have on you?

4) What should be done differently regarding the online element aspect of this class? (Structure Suggestions only)

I hope this helps out. I will see all of you on Tuesday. Have a good weekend.
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intherealworld
mberi25
im pretty much done with my people and places revsions, but i still need some work on commas, semicolons. if anyone has time, i'd love some suggestions, comments. i highligted a few sentences that i thought were rough, but im not sure what to do with them. any suggestions???
thanks
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intherealworld
dversion
Does anyone have the criteria for the final paper? I know most of it, but I was looking for the way the professor worded it. Thanks. Now you can get back to editing. =p
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mommazboy6
intherealworld
mommazboy6
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Writing has been one of the few constants in my life. I might not have always used it or wanted to use it, but it has always been there. It has morphed, paused and evolved alongside my maturity. If one were to draft a linear graph illustrating the relationship between my maturity and my writing one would find that the lines tend to run parallel to each other.
I began to write fairly early in life. Actually, reading was the impetus which led to my inclination to write. I remember being a young kid in my grandmother’s home. I would sneak up into the attic to review and maybe take some of my father and uncle’s old books. The Hardy Boys is the series I remember the best. I began to read these books every night before I fell asleep. I continued this to the point where I could read and digest seasoned novels thought fit only for adults. After reading a few books, my vocabulary and writing skills took off to increasingly high levels and this became obvious to my elementary school teachers. The good grades I began to receive convinced me that I was a pretty smart kid. This boost in confidence pushed me to read more so I could expand upon the knowledge I was retaining. I slowly began to realize that I was particularly fond of criminal mystery novels. In eighth grade I picked up The Badge of the Assassin, a nonfiction novel about a group of Black Panthers who murdered a couple of New York City policemen. To this day, this is my favorite book. I loved the feeling I got from trying to solve the crime before I got to the words which told revealed the culprit. I might also remember this book so well because it was the last book I read for pleasure. The next couple of years would prove to be very eventful for the young Bryan Regan.
On October 31, 1999, I was involved in a car accident that nearly took my life. I broke my neck in three places and blunt trauma to the head left me with moderate brain damage in the frontal lobe and left hemisphere. The doctors told me that my injury would affect my academic ability as well as my emotional state. I did not believe them until I began to grow very sad. I did not feel the same, almost like I was a different person. I did not remember who I used to be, all I knew was that I was very different than before. I longed for a feeling of stability, but I could not find a way to ground myself. I grew sadder as I plunged deeper into the murky depths of depression, it seemed to be a one way road with no light at the end of the tunnel. I marinated in this state for many months as I watched my former happy-go-lucky self disappear. I didn’t want it to go, but I could not stop it
Until one day when I caught a glimpse of hope, I was sitting in my sophomore geometry class when I felt a sudden urge to write down some of the thoughts that were racing though my mind. I wrote the entire class and at the end of the hour, I took a look at what I had come up with. It was a poem. A poem? I didn’t write poems, poems were for sappy love stories. Like usual, I wasn’t sure about what I had created, so I dismissed it and went on to my next class. While walking to class I realized that I didn’t feel as hopeless as usual, I didn’t think much of it but allowed the positive feelings to linger as long as they would. Later on that day, I was sitting at my desk attempting to do some homework. I didn’t read anymore, I found it too difficult. I could read a paragraph three times and still have no clue what it said. So when I was sitting at my desk after school, I was usually there to please my parents. This particular day, I snapped out of a dreary daydream and remembered the poem from earlier. Maybe it was the poem which had allowed me to temporarily escape from the pain in my heart. I thought about it and decided that it was worth another try. I thought for an hour or so and recorded my thoughts, scratching out rusty lines and reinserting polished ones. At the end of the poem I reread it to find that it was beautiful. I, in my state of seemingly eternal sadness, had created something beautiful. This beautiful creation of mine brought me a hint of happiness. I had found my grounding tool.
From this point on I kept a pencil with me wherever I went. During this period of my life, I constantly found myself in doctors’ waiting rooms. Sitting around being bored wasn’t appealing, so I would find a scrap of paper and make use of the pencil behind my ear. I’d jot down a couple of lines and it would give me meaning, something useful to do. This led to feelings of productiveness which combated the dreaded feelings of worthlessness and being broken. Poems flowed like water, it didn’t matter where I was, whether I was in class, a waiting room or even a dug-out of a baseball game I was participating in. When I began to write, my surroundings didn’t matter, I was writing to ease the pain in my heart.
This writing was very different than I had ever done before. Earlier, I wrote because I had to. Either a class called for a paper or a birthday card needed a greeting. But now my writing had a purpose. My parents eventually picked up on my coping mechanism and embraced it. Birthday gifts consisted of writing pads and journals, it was one of very few aspects of the time in my life which I felt they understood. Because I was writing for pleasure, I began to do a little research on the topic. This was when I picked up a book for the first time in months. Nightmares and Dreamscapes, by Stephen King, was a collection of dark and dreary short stories which fascinated me. These stories were hard for me to read and understand, but the process was not as painful as before. I then moved on to be a fan of Edgar Allan Poe. Reading was still hard, but I enjoyed it again.
After a while, being able to read again gave me a shot of confidence that I subconsciously longed for. Slowly but surely I began to work my way out of the treacherous hole I had sunk into. Every poem helped me to step another step towards the widening ray of light at the end of the tunnel. I do not know if the poems allowed for an increase in confidence or if seeing the thoughts put onto paper allowed me to understand myself better. Either way I was feeling a little better every day until one day I woke up and realized how pretty the day was.
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legotheelf
intherealworld
legotheelf
I don't know about any one else but I loathe this essay(writing and identity). Started with five pages now I have two and I hate those as well.
I am ready to give up on this essay.
-vin

Current Mood: annoyed FUBAR stupid essay
Current Music: Evergreen Terrace - Funeral Grade Flowers

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intherealworld
yzxklfg
Hey all. I am working on my people and places essay as of now but lack objective thought. I was hoping I could get some ideas from all of you.

What are the most important things you..
look for in a mentor
learn from a mentor
hate about a mentor
love about a mentor
yadda
yadda
yadda

Anything you can give me would be awesome. Thanks

Current Mood: happy happy

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intherealworld
mberi25
just a reminder, don't forget to bring a copy of your revised essay to class tomorrow for draft workshop.
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mommazboy6
intherealworld
mommazboy6
I know that this is a bit late, but i'm hoping its better late than never... My online persona, wow. I don't think i have much of one. I guess those who might be keeping up w/ me have realized that i'm kindof stuck. They Might also realize that i'm fairly carefree and try to take things in stride. Others might see me as jsut a little punk trying to keep up in a class. I've never been good at looking at myself through objective eyes because i always seem to be dissatisfied w/ what i see. Someone would definately notice that my writing needs work, but after a few revisions it tends to smooth out.
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