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.

Narrative essay

Cameron Cruise Mr. Neuburger Eng. Comp 101-101 25 January 2013 Narrative Essay “My marriage” Do you ever remember uttering the words, “ I am never getting married”? Perhaps it was whenever you were a child speaking to your parents and they softly chuckled at your childhood innocence. As most kids have a resonating fear of getting “cooties.” Or perhaps it was after a really bad fight with your girlfriend, whenever you came to the conclusion that they were insufficient of the qualities that would eternally intertwine your lives together as soul mates or life partners. Maybe for you it was after a series of failed dates with potentially intriguing individuals. For most people this is the case. One or more such events leading to fear or disappointment. For some people it’s watching their role models cast a false reflection on what love or marriage really is, and/or not having a full understanding before expected to teach the concept to others. I can remember reciting these words to my patient, loving mother on many occasions. Every time to be reminded to never say never and to strive to be patient since we were always unknowing what the future may hold, while quietly nudging me in the direction of temperance and mercy. Furthermore teaching me how to listen and communicate with someone I loved, and unconditionally loved me in return. Time after time listening to my excuses, waiting for me to mature and realize that I was in fact, not looking for a wife or a girlfriend, or should I be Interested in weather she likes me or not. I was looking for my best-friend, someone I was comfortable enough to share every aspect of my life with. Someone I could be honest with, someone who knew all of my failures and fears as well as all my goals and accomplishments, someone who would be there tomorrow no matter what obstacle may have to be overcome…. For me it was after the fear of getting cooties, failed relationships, and the seemingly endless pursuit of prospective partners my mother’s lessons became suddenly alive and relevant whenever I met a 5’3” gorgeous redhead with bluish green eyes who somehow seemingly dared me to interact with her with every syllable uttered out of her beautiful lush lips. Also my ears were in tune with every breath, heartbeat, and thought she had. I couldn’t help but be captivated and intrigued with every word spoken out of her mouth. I couldn’t stop talking, or listening. I was stimulated by her presence. But I didn’t care, she was so beautiful, not like anything I have ever seen before. It wasn’t just outward beauty, It was a new kind of beauty. I was enlightened with this beauty came from truth and honesty, the real beauty from being different as well as being the same. Someone I could relate to. Someone who not knowing all that well, inspired me to want to be the best I could be. This amazing creature made me want to be better, gave me the desire to pursue perfection so I could be in whatever realm she currently abided. As the clocked raced by, time spent proved to be the only thing I desired. My most valuable possession I wanted to give away to someone that I had only known for a short time. She knew everything about me; my nightmares, dreams, habits and hobbies. I feel as though I can never learn enough about this woman that changed my life forever. This amazing person that showed me unconditional love, honesty, patience, mercy, and truth. This woman that forced me to open up my eyes so I could see my soul-mate standing right beside me. One beautiful morning upon awakening from my slumber, I realized that I was not only In love with Ashton, but I indeed wanted to spend the rest of my life right beside her, continuing on our voyage through time and space as we had been for the last many months. There was to be nothing changed, except for the knowing factor. I wanted to know that she would be there forever, never to leave me for whatever reason. No matter whatever thought or idea she intended to pursue, I would be right beside her. I was lucky enough to promise before GOD, the state and our parents on August 17, 2012 That I will always be there; to have and to hold, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death we must part. Since that magnificent summer day my world has only gotten brighter with the sounds of laughter echoing in our home. For Ashton and I we are no longer saying “I will never get married” but that we are happily married and thank God for every second of every day that we get to spend in each others presence. For me this experience has been a miraculous one, one that I can never fully describe. How a single person could change your life forever.