free write 2-8

sometimes i hate mornings. i couldn't sleep at all last night, it might have something to do with nerves and today is my first test of my collage carreer. Nervous. but thank god for the good ol cup of coffee, the morning joe. I hope i do well on the test. I'm as equally nervous to see how i did on my first paper assigned in here. hope i did well. I'm a little bummed out, was trying to get feedback on my descriptive essay because i had questions about my metaphors if they would be acceptable since i used them in context. The writting center said it would be alright but i never got to ask. oh well i guess ill find out sooner or later. man i feel like a slow typer i hear everyone else going a million words a minute and im not. I don't even know what to free write about but i guess it doesnt matter. just type. dont stop. thats the point. so im typing. typing....i forgot what site we are supposed to use for twitter. i am so nervous about this test.... im generally a good test taker but its still intimidating first test in one of the classes that actually matter for the program i want to go to...A and P, 1 2, and nutrition... I have to have excellent grades in those classes above all. I mean i want a good transcript but those are the ones that are looked at for consideration... ... ...

graduation synopsis

Cameron Cruise Mr. Neuburger Eng. Comp 101 6 February 2013 Synopsis “Graduation” This story by Maya Angelou is the story of her 8th grade graduation and how a member of the white community gave a speech at the beginning of it and brought down the excitement that was in the air. She starts by describing the excitement of soon to be graduates from all grades, and continues on describing her own excitement. Then she tells about the speech that the guest speaker had made and how it gave her the feeling that her fate had already been decided because she was an African American. Following that speech one of the valedictorian members of her class also presented a speech that had touched her soul, one that made her realize a new perspective on a familiar song to her. It made her not only proud to be graduating but also proud to be an African American.

descriptive essay

Cameron Cruise Mr. Neuburger Eng. Comp 101 2 February 2013 Descriptive Essay “Dancing in the rain” As I sat in the quiet shade of a towering oak, feeling the gentle breeze of the autumn wind carrying me away, entranced by the birds singing and the children playing near by. I began to ponder the meaning of life and how insignificant a role we play in this beautiful symphony of existence. Then, as if the tree in which I had taken refuge in had been listening to my thoughts, reached out and put it’s arm around me, reminding me that no matter how small or insignificant we feel, we all must execute our part perfectly in order for the ending to take place in just the way it was intended. Since I would be deemed as crazy for having an auditory interaction with a tree, I decided to continue my enlightening conversation telepathically. I asked this majestic being how he had become so wise and he paused a moment and said, “child, I am as old as dirt, and I have had my roots grounded for some time now. I spent a lot of my time just like you, observing my surroundings, listening to the children play and watching the birds come and go, but I have learned most of my lessons from the seasons that pass.” “Whenever I was just a twig in the ground my mother warned me about the changes that would come my way and try to prepare me as best she could so I would survive and continue to give back to the community. So I took heed to what she told me every season even if it didn’t make sense to me at the time. I followed her directions and guidance leading me to a long life of learning.” “The first lesson I remember her teaching me was to be patient. She told me sometimes other creatures may not recognize that you’re alive and they will try to walk all over you and use you, but be patient because they don’t know how important you are. They will come and go and never tell you thank you, or even ask if they can use you for their personal benefit, but remember these are merely growing pains and they will pass. So be patient and you will grow to be big and strong and have a life worth living.” With the next season came a new lesson. This lesson was fun, she introduced me to her friend the wind, and she was to teach me how to dance. First we just swayed back and forth gently, until I was accustomed to the feel of this new movement. Then she brought in the rhythm of the thunder to see of I could feel a beat, eventually I was intertwined with this exotic roar and felt myself dancing to the music playing in the background. Completely unaware of the lightshow that had now put me on center stage, I was just feeling the freedom of moving to the beat of my own drum. I learned to dance like nobody was watching, since it seemed as though nobody recognized my life thus far. Every time I feel the wind come by I remember what she showed me, and I always take time to tango with her, even if she was just passing through, maybe on her way to teach a young sapling a very important lesson in life.” “As I was getting taller and stronger and more appealing to the eye, my patience was growing as well. While more and more creatures came and crawled on me and used me, for whatever purpose they saw fit at the time. I just smiled because I was eager to continue my education in life, for I was learning that there is always something you don’t know.” “My final teaching for this season was the most difficult concept to learn. I was told to strip down and be bare before the snow was to come. It was late autumn whenever this profound idea was to become relevant to me. I was supposed to get rid of all my leaves that I worked so diligently to grow throughout the year and give them to my mother so she could make a coat and keep us warm. She told me not to worry that I wouldn’t need them any longer. This idea was absurd; I was supposed to go bare in the coldest time for my final lesson. Since mother earth never let me down, I gave her every leaf I had and wished I could gave her more. We shared her coat that winter and together we triumphed the treacherous snow.” “Whenever the spring came and the ice began to melt away, I noticed I had two new blooms on my branch. She told me this is one way to know that you have grown, by giving everything you have, so that you might keep someone else warm. This was my most valuable lesson and it was one of the hardest to learn, that mother earth would take care of me if I took care of her in return.” As I sat and pondered this story for awhile like, an organic disciple that just had a profound insight, I felt the wind brush my hair and then I heard the voluminous roar of thunder in the distance and decided it was time to dance all the way home.

free write2-6

twitter? paying for an education and learning how to "social media" important? maybe i have no idea, whenever i started the collage expierence i figured there would be less computer work and more book work. Figured that you would be required to have paper and pencils. Figured i would only be using computers for research and stuff like that. I can say I have learned alot. started this year not knowing how to really use a computer and now i know how to do alot. considering alot of my homework is on the computer. It makes me question why did I need booksfor my classes whenever all the knowledge is readilly avabile. its not like I have once been assigned homework out of the nesscery books needed to be purchased for my educational growth. Maybe it makes it easier to follow along in whatever the instructer is lecturing about. but I feel like that was an expense that was not nesceerally needed. Oh well from what i understand the books i purchased will be outdated next year and i will be forced to buy new ones. lovley. seems like a great bussiness, charge thousands of students hundreds of dollars and whenever its over it has deflated drastically. good money.

free write 2-4

I'm a little nervous about my descriptive essay. I'm not sure my metaphors will work I'm just glad i got it done so early, just in case it completely sucks at least i can try to write another. Im not sure if the descriptive essay was supposed to be about us or what? and then again i guess it's how you view it so.....im going to try and see if he will read it before i have to turn it in. I hope he will give me feedback I don't really want to have to go to the writting center. its such a hassle, you have to set up an appointment and i think that sucks because my schedule is so up in the air right now i cant make any definate plans. I just cant afford to do poorly in any of my classes. 3.5 gpa 3.5 gpa 3.5 gpa.....I gotta stay on top of all my grades...just a little nervous its now like week 3 and i feel like im doning good in my classes but i don't want to be to confident and slack off...so far my lowest grade is 94 and i know i have to spend more time studying in that class. Im nervous for when all the tests come at the same time and FINALS WEEK. I remember in high school that shit sucked but then again i had a different attitude about education then.. its amazing how youir views can change about something n a few years. i still don't understand the point of this freewritting. is it for a grade or is it just to waste time? is it just busy work or does it have a definate purpose? oh well i aimlessy do what im told in order to succeed.

shooting an elephant synopsis

Cameron Cruise Mr. Nueburger Eng Comp 101 31 January 2013 Summary “Shooting an Elephant” In this Essay by George Orwell, the main character is a British officer currently stationed in Burma, India where he feels as though the people around him hated him as they shouted insults (especially the Buddhist priests). Then one day the sub-inspector called him up on the telephone and told him of an elephant that was ravaging the bazaar, and if he could do anything about it. So he went to see what he might be able to do about this animal that was wreaking terror in the marketplace. The owner of the elephant went the wrong direction to retrieve his animal. So he sent for a rifle thinking that it might scare the animal off until the owner came to retrieve him. Upon the request of the rifle he went to find the elephant, and realized that there was a large crowd behind him waiting to see him shoot the animal (although he didn’t want to until the recognition of the crowd). He shot the elephant a number of times, but it seemed as though it took forever to die (30 min.). The natives harvested it in a short time. The point of the story is the main character (George) had to prove himself to the natives. Did it work? I don’t know.