Tuesday, October 16, 2007
The Writing Topic on pp. 32-33 (Reading to Write handout) is homework. Students hadn't read the assignment. Don't get tired now, we're half way to the prize. Take your vitamins and get back in gear! Respond to one WT in a three paragraph essay. Utilize the text as evidence.
We previewed Chapter 7 using strategies listed on page 4 (Reading to Write).
Students are not reading Hacker. You are held responsible for the information there. Read the first two chapters, The Writing Process and Document Design, The Basics, Grammar, Clarity, Punctuation, Mechanics.
Homework is to read Chapter 7 and preview the prior chapters if you haven't read them yet. We are having our midterm next Thursday. The 500 word essay will be written in class. You will not be able to revise it for a higher grade. You will have to incorporate sources from Dyson. It will be open book and open notes. You will have to submit a planning sheet and an outline. We'll do this Wednesday and write the essay the following day. You'll give it to me as a hard copy. The emailing hasn't worked :-)
We previewed Chapter 7 using strategies listed on page 4 (Reading to Write).
Students are not reading Hacker. You are held responsible for the information there. Read the first two chapters, The Writing Process and Document Design, The Basics, Grammar, Clarity, Punctuation, Mechanics.
Homework is to read Chapter 7 and preview the prior chapters if you haven't read them yet. We are having our midterm next Thursday. The 500 word essay will be written in class. You will not be able to revise it for a higher grade. You will have to incorporate sources from Dyson. It will be open book and open notes. You will have to submit a planning sheet and an outline. We'll do this Wednesday and write the essay the following day. You'll give it to me as a hard copy. The emailing hasn't worked :-)
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2. Writing from Experience
Have you ever met a certain person who made your life different? In summer of 1991, I met a strange blind woman. When I saw her first, I assumed that she lived in darkness. However, quite soon, I realized that she was living in the brightest world. I was intrigued to discover the mystery of her being blind but enlightened. When I got to know her closer, she became my closest friend and my favorite person. Because she had a good encouraging character, was a precious Christian model and was person who was grateful for what she already had.
Yunmin was a good encouraging person. First of all, she listened patiently to those who wanted to talk to her, and her genuine attention made people feel important. She always kept other people problems in her mind and prayed for them consistently. She took care of all her friends and tried to share her time and money with them. Her caring and concerning heart made people feel secure. Another way she influenced me is that she showed me a model of Christianity. When she realized the love of Jesus which is toward her, the truth made her life completely different. After she had known Jesus for several years, she made her mind to sacrifice her career and practice the right way in life. Instead of getting Ph.D. degree, she chose to give up her studies and to teach those who needed her most- blind children. Yunmin came back to Korea and she showed the light of enlightenment to children who lived in physical darkness.
In spite of her physical disadvantage, she was grateful for what she already had and tried to share it with others. At that time, I was a person who always looks at a glass as half-empty rather than half-full. Her grateful outlook on her life challenged me a lot. Even though, I am a physically normal person, I always excused my limitations of time and ability instead sharing it. I learned from her how to live my daily life as a Christian. Even though she passed away several years ago, I sense her presence from time to time. The mere memories of her help me stay inspired, encouraged, and spiritually strong through all hard moments of my life. My blind friend Yunmin is an anchor in my life.
Have you ever met a certain person who made your life different? In summer of 1991, I met a strange blind woman. When I saw her first, I assumed that she lived in darkness. However, quite soon, I realized that she was living in the brightest world. I was intrigued to discover the mystery of her being blind but enlightened. When I got to know her closer, she became my closest friend and my favorite person. Because she had a good encouraging character, was a precious Christian model and was person who was grateful for what she already had.
Yunmin was a good encouraging person. First of all, she listened patiently to those who wanted to talk to her, and her genuine attention made people feel important. She always kept other people problems in her mind and prayed for them consistently. She took care of all her friends and tried to share her time and money with them. Her caring and concerning heart made people feel secure. Another way she influenced me is that she showed me a model of Christianity. When she realized the love of Jesus which is toward her, the truth made her life completely different. After she had known Jesus for several years, she made her mind to sacrifice her career and practice the right way in life. Instead of getting Ph.D. degree, she chose to give up her studies and to teach those who needed her most- blind children. Yunmin came back to Korea and she showed the light of enlightenment to children who lived in physical darkness.
In spite of her physical disadvantage, she was grateful for what she already had and tried to share it with others. At that time, I was a person who always looks at a glass as half-empty rather than half-full. Her grateful outlook on her life challenged me a lot. Even though, I am a physically normal person, I always excused my limitations of time and ability instead sharing it. I learned from her how to live my daily life as a Christian. Even though she passed away several years ago, I sense her presence from time to time. The mere memories of her help me stay inspired, encouraged, and spiritually strong through all hard moments of my life. My blind friend Yunmin is an anchor in my life.
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Writing from experience
My first book i had written in my 17 years old. It was also my first year of University in the southen China.
I wanted to try to remember something happened to people of poverty in my childhood in a small village with
my aunt after my father died in the prison by his writing. He wrote his artiles against the government at that
time. SO, he was sentenced years in jail until he killed himself. I'd never seen him and i hadn't had any image
about my father's face when i was a 3 year-old little girl.It was so strange that we could't get my fathers photos
from his office.They might burned them after he died.On the otherhand, my mother couldn't keep father's photos
either. I tried to ask her, she refused me to give answer.
In the summer of my first school year, i satyed at my small room in HongKong for writing this book "Mother Left me
Alone". It was a children's book about my childhood. After 7 years later,my book was published in HongKong. During
i was writing "Mother Left me Alone", i didn't see anybody for two months. No any call, no talking with anyone, i
kept myself at my book room read books at night until 2am, and wrote my book during the day from 12pm to 4pm. I had
two hours sleep after noon before i ate my "Afternoon Tea" at 4:30pm. My mother was so sad because she did not know
why i stayed at my home for that long time and without talking. I didn't tell people why i disappeared for two
months.My mother knocked the door and asked me what i needed to eat every 4:30pm, my Afternoon Tea time. Sometimes
i permited her to go inside the room, sometimes i didn't answer her questions. I just said i was fine, and did not
worry about me. From the window, i saw that she shake her head and then left. My mother loved me a lot, i thought.
Otherwise, i don't like to tell people when i am doing something special or important before it's successful.
My memory was better than right now. I remembered and wrote them down that my mother sent me to the village i was 3
years old. Aunt huged me and cried, said to me: " You are your father's daughter, you should be good, you should
remember him, you should be a poet after you grow up....." My aunt is my fathers elder sister, she loved me too
much. She was a kind, warm-hearted woman. My mom left, i cried and thought: " mom don't love me, she don't want me
to live with her, she loves brother and sister only." I cried while i was writing this sentence into my book. At
that moment, i tried to eat some Chinese cookies and hot tea to stop cry.
I wrote four thousand words every day. During the night, i read the ancient Chinese books, leaned how to write the
old-fashion poetry, and wrote some new poetry for myself. Also, i read Emily.Dickinson,Whitman's poetry, Kafka's
fictions and so on. I forgot what the lonely life was for a writer. My mother still came to see me and attempted to
asked me questions for knowing what i was doing, why i was staying alone.
Two months had gone, i found out that i could't speak to people after my writing. About a week later, i went back
to south China, my school. I could say a little bit of words with my roommates. They worried about me so much. They
thought i lost love or had argument with my boyfriend.
THis is my experience of writing my first book. It was happy time for me, and i think i will always be lonely if my
writing never stop.
I am a happy writer that my mother loves me, my friends supports me.
My first book i had written in my 17 years old. It was also my first year of University in the southen China.
I wanted to try to remember something happened to people of poverty in my childhood in a small village with
my aunt after my father died in the prison by his writing. He wrote his artiles against the government at that
time. SO, he was sentenced years in jail until he killed himself. I'd never seen him and i hadn't had any image
about my father's face when i was a 3 year-old little girl.It was so strange that we could't get my fathers photos
from his office.They might burned them after he died.On the otherhand, my mother couldn't keep father's photos
either. I tried to ask her, she refused me to give answer.
In the summer of my first school year, i satyed at my small room in HongKong for writing this book "Mother Left me
Alone". It was a children's book about my childhood. After 7 years later,my book was published in HongKong. During
i was writing "Mother Left me Alone", i didn't see anybody for two months. No any call, no talking with anyone, i
kept myself at my book room read books at night until 2am, and wrote my book during the day from 12pm to 4pm. I had
two hours sleep after noon before i ate my "Afternoon Tea" at 4:30pm. My mother was so sad because she did not know
why i stayed at my home for that long time and without talking. I didn't tell people why i disappeared for two
months.My mother knocked the door and asked me what i needed to eat every 4:30pm, my Afternoon Tea time. Sometimes
i permited her to go inside the room, sometimes i didn't answer her questions. I just said i was fine, and did not
worry about me. From the window, i saw that she shake her head and then left. My mother loved me a lot, i thought.
Otherwise, i don't like to tell people when i am doing something special or important before it's successful.
My memory was better than right now. I remembered and wrote them down that my mother sent me to the village i was 3
years old. Aunt huged me and cried, said to me: " You are your father's daughter, you should be good, you should
remember him, you should be a poet after you grow up....." My aunt is my fathers elder sister, she loved me too
much. She was a kind, warm-hearted woman. My mom left, i cried and thought: " mom don't love me, she don't want me
to live with her, she loves brother and sister only." I cried while i was writing this sentence into my book. At
that moment, i tried to eat some Chinese cookies and hot tea to stop cry.
I wrote four thousand words every day. During the night, i read the ancient Chinese books, leaned how to write the
old-fashion poetry, and wrote some new poetry for myself. Also, i read Emily.Dickinson,Whitman's poetry, Kafka's
fictions and so on. I forgot what the lonely life was for a writer. My mother still came to see me and attempted to
asked me questions for knowing what i was doing, why i was staying alone.
Two months had gone, i found out that i could't speak to people after my writing. About a week later, i went back
to south China, my school. I could say a little bit of words with my roommates. They worried about me so much. They
thought i lost love or had argument with my boyfriend.
THis is my experience of writing my first book. It was happy time for me, and i think i will always be lonely if my
writing never stop.
I am a happy writer that my mother loves me, my friends supports me.
# posted by : 9:40 PM
: 9:40 PM
Writing from experience
My first book i had written in my 17 years old. It was also my first year of University in the southen China. I wanted to try to remember something happened to people of poverty in my childhood in a small village with my aunt after my father died in the prison by his writing. He wrote his articleagainst the government at that time. SO, he was sentenced years in jail until he killed himself. I'd never seen him and i hadn't had any image about my father's face when i was a 3 year-old little girl.It was so strange that we could't get my fathers photos from his office.They might burned them after he died.On the otherhand, my mother couldn't keep father's photos either. I tried to ask her, she refused me to give answer.
In the summer of my first school year, i satyed at my small room in HongKong for writing this book "Mother Left me Alone". It was a children's book about my childhood. After 7 years later,my book was published in HongKong. During i was writing "Mother Left me Alone", i didn't see anybody for two months. No any call, no talking with anyone, i kept myself at my book room read books at night until 2am, and wrote my book during the day from 12pm to 4pm. I had two hours sleep after noon before i ate my "Afternoon Tea" at 4:30pm. My mother was so sad because she did not know why i stayed at my home for that long time and without talking. I didn't tell people why i disappeared for two months.My mother knocked the door and asked me what i needed to eat every 4:30pm, my Afternoon Tea time. Sometimes i permited her to go inside the room, sometimes i didn't answer her questions. I just said i was fine, and did not worry about me. From the window, i saw that she shake her head and then left. My mother loved me a lot, i thought.
Otherwise, i didn't like to tell people when i was doing something special or important before it will be successful.
My memory was better than right now. I remembered and wrote them down that my mother sent me to the village i was 3 years old. Aunt huged me and cried, said to me: " You are your father's daughter, you should be good, you should remember him, you should be a poet after you grow up....." My aunt is my fathers elder sister, she loved me too much. She was a kind, warm-hearted woman. My mom left, i cried and thought: " mom don't love me, she don't want me to live with her, she loves brother and sister only." I cried while i was writing this sentence into my book. At that moment, i tried to eat some Chinese cookies and drank hot tea to stop to cry.
I wrote four thousand words every day. During the night, i read the ancient Chinese books, leaned how to write the old-fashion poetry, and wrote some new poetry for myself. Also, i read Emily.Dickinson,Whitman's poetry, Kafka's fictions and so on. I forgot what the lonely life was for a writer. My mother still came to see me and attempted to asked me questions for knowing what i was doing, why i was staying alone.
Two months had gone, i found out that i could't speak to people after my writing. About a week later, i went back to south China, my school. I could say a little bit of words with my roommates. They worried about me so much. They thought i lost love or had argument with my boyfriend.
THis is my experience of writing my first book. It was happy time for me, and i think i will always be lonely if my writing never stop.
I am a happy writer that my mother loves me, my friends support me.
My first book i had written in my 17 years old. It was also my first year of University in the southen China. I wanted to try to remember something happened to people of poverty in my childhood in a small village with my aunt after my father died in the prison by his writing. He wrote his articleagainst the government at that time. SO, he was sentenced years in jail until he killed himself. I'd never seen him and i hadn't had any image about my father's face when i was a 3 year-old little girl.It was so strange that we could't get my fathers photos from his office.They might burned them after he died.On the otherhand, my mother couldn't keep father's photos either. I tried to ask her, she refused me to give answer.
In the summer of my first school year, i satyed at my small room in HongKong for writing this book "Mother Left me Alone". It was a children's book about my childhood. After 7 years later,my book was published in HongKong. During i was writing "Mother Left me Alone", i didn't see anybody for two months. No any call, no talking with anyone, i kept myself at my book room read books at night until 2am, and wrote my book during the day from 12pm to 4pm. I had two hours sleep after noon before i ate my "Afternoon Tea" at 4:30pm. My mother was so sad because she did not know why i stayed at my home for that long time and without talking. I didn't tell people why i disappeared for two months.My mother knocked the door and asked me what i needed to eat every 4:30pm, my Afternoon Tea time. Sometimes i permited her to go inside the room, sometimes i didn't answer her questions. I just said i was fine, and did not worry about me. From the window, i saw that she shake her head and then left. My mother loved me a lot, i thought.
Otherwise, i didn't like to tell people when i was doing something special or important before it will be successful.
My memory was better than right now. I remembered and wrote them down that my mother sent me to the village i was 3 years old. Aunt huged me and cried, said to me: " You are your father's daughter, you should be good, you should remember him, you should be a poet after you grow up....." My aunt is my fathers elder sister, she loved me too much. She was a kind, warm-hearted woman. My mom left, i cried and thought: " mom don't love me, she don't want me to live with her, she loves brother and sister only." I cried while i was writing this sentence into my book. At that moment, i tried to eat some Chinese cookies and drank hot tea to stop to cry.
I wrote four thousand words every day. During the night, i read the ancient Chinese books, leaned how to write the old-fashion poetry, and wrote some new poetry for myself. Also, i read Emily.Dickinson,Whitman's poetry, Kafka's fictions and so on. I forgot what the lonely life was for a writer. My mother still came to see me and attempted to asked me questions for knowing what i was doing, why i was staying alone.
Two months had gone, i found out that i could't speak to people after my writing. About a week later, i went back to south China, my school. I could say a little bit of words with my roommates. They worried about me so much. They thought i lost love or had argument with my boyfriend.
THis is my experience of writing my first book. It was happy time for me, and i think i will always be lonely if my writing never stop.
I am a happy writer that my mother loves me, my friends support me.
# posted by : 9:58 PM
: 9:58 PM
2. Writing From Experience
Realizing my full educational potential created a beneficial learning experience for me. I have always been labeled “gifted”, “talented”, and “smart”. Although, I never quite grasped the true meaning behind the titles; I just knew that I was unlike many of my peers. I always possessed the ability to complete school work efficiently, promptly, and with little or no effort. And although I had a constant passion and eagerness to learn, I was still not satisfied.
I was accepted into and remained in the G.A.T.E. program from elementary until high school, and was eventually accepted into the 3rd top Public High School in the state. With my many academic accomplishments, I still shied away from education at the beginning of high school. I simply wanted to be like everyone else, and being smart was not the trend in that era. I stopped taking school seriously, began cutting school for the majority of the time, and subsequently became a teenage mother at the age of 16. Despite my absence in school during this time, the labels still remained. I managed to pull it together for my 11th and 12th grade years and went on to receive my high school diploma, but there was still a lingering feeling of just wanting to be normal. I entered community college immediately following high school. No because I had a clear understanding of what I wanted to do with my life, but because again, it was the thing to do. That was very short lived and from that point on I made the decision to work full-time to support my family. It just goes to show as the text stated that whenever you make an attempt to make a positive change, those “trolls” are a constant reminder of the many struggles.
I now regret the fact that I had no one there to enlighten me on the impact that education would ultimately have on my life. Had I not chose to follow the “norm” I would be the pediatrician that I now 10 years later strive to become. It took for God himself to show me from watching an Oprah program that I can achieve anything I strive to become. So that is why now I am in school full-time achieving my dreams a day at a time. And this time around, it feels good to not fit in, I can now proudly appreciate and embody the label of being “smart .”
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Realizing my full educational potential created a beneficial learning experience for me. I have always been labeled “gifted”, “talented”, and “smart”. Although, I never quite grasped the true meaning behind the titles; I just knew that I was unlike many of my peers. I always possessed the ability to complete school work efficiently, promptly, and with little or no effort. And although I had a constant passion and eagerness to learn, I was still not satisfied.
I was accepted into and remained in the G.A.T.E. program from elementary until high school, and was eventually accepted into the 3rd top Public High School in the state. With my many academic accomplishments, I still shied away from education at the beginning of high school. I simply wanted to be like everyone else, and being smart was not the trend in that era. I stopped taking school seriously, began cutting school for the majority of the time, and subsequently became a teenage mother at the age of 16. Despite my absence in school during this time, the labels still remained. I managed to pull it together for my 11th and 12th grade years and went on to receive my high school diploma, but there was still a lingering feeling of just wanting to be normal. I entered community college immediately following high school. No because I had a clear understanding of what I wanted to do with my life, but because again, it was the thing to do. That was very short lived and from that point on I made the decision to work full-time to support my family. It just goes to show as the text stated that whenever you make an attempt to make a positive change, those “trolls” are a constant reminder of the many struggles.
I now regret the fact that I had no one there to enlighten me on the impact that education would ultimately have on my life. Had I not chose to follow the “norm” I would be the pediatrician that I now 10 years later strive to become. It took for God himself to show me from watching an Oprah program that I can achieve anything I strive to become. So that is why now I am in school full-time achieving my dreams a day at a time. And this time around, it feels good to not fit in, I can now proudly appreciate and embody the label of being “smart .”
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