Thursday, December 6, 2007
writing space
My writing space is a computer at work. For some reason I can think better when I am typing as opposed to handwriting something. There is a lot of stuff in the office, but i try to keep it neat so that I can concentrate. The computers is behind a desk so that no one else can see the screen unless they are behind the desk too. I like it this way because I don't really like for people to be able to see my papers, it makes me self concious.
Ads
Ad comparison paper
There are many truck ads that show extraordinary tricks that can be performed by the vehicles and by the people who drive them. The rhetorical appeal in truck ads is similar in that they show that each truck can go anywhere, do anything, and there are no boundaries.
The first ad I saw was during the super bowl, where it showed the truck being tossed around in the ocean. The vehicle was turned from side to side and hit against rocks. When the truck was washed on to shore and the tide pulled away someone started it and drove away. The truck did not have a scratch on it and there was nothing at all wrong with it. The message I got from this commercial was that their cars can go anywhere.
In another ad, a man came out of his house dressed for work and because he had no boundaries he jumped off of a cliff outside of his house. He landed with the help of a parachute in a canyon bottom. His black truck was waiting for him at the bottom without an ounce of dirt. He got in and drove away and I got the message that the truck had no boundaries.
The last commercial of this nature I saw showed that their trucks can do anything. The commercial was with two trucks coming face to face as if in battle. When the weaker truck saw the other, the one being advertised, it emitted a stream of yellow onto the ground. It was saying that it was so intimidating that it was urinating. This ad said that their trucks can do anything.
Because all the ads were sending close to the same message, that trucks are indestructible, I cannot differentiate between the different truck companies.
There are many truck ads that show extraordinary tricks that can be performed by the vehicles and by the people who drive them. The rhetorical appeal in truck ads is similar in that they show that each truck can go anywhere, do anything, and there are no boundaries.
The first ad I saw was during the super bowl, where it showed the truck being tossed around in the ocean. The vehicle was turned from side to side and hit against rocks. When the truck was washed on to shore and the tide pulled away someone started it and drove away. The truck did not have a scratch on it and there was nothing at all wrong with it. The message I got from this commercial was that their cars can go anywhere.
In another ad, a man came out of his house dressed for work and because he had no boundaries he jumped off of a cliff outside of his house. He landed with the help of a parachute in a canyon bottom. His black truck was waiting for him at the bottom without an ounce of dirt. He got in and drove away and I got the message that the truck had no boundaries.
The last commercial of this nature I saw showed that their trucks can do anything. The commercial was with two trucks coming face to face as if in battle. When the weaker truck saw the other, the one being advertised, it emitted a stream of yellow onto the ground. It was saying that it was so intimidating that it was urinating. This ad said that their trucks can do anything.
Because all the ads were sending close to the same message, that trucks are indestructible, I cannot differentiate between the different truck companies.
grades
Jennifer Cooper ENGL 1010
Today’s school grading system can be an effective means of motivating some students to do their best work.
Grades can be a good motivator in that they reward students for working hard and doing homework, create organized tracking of accomplishment, and are based on all around performance at school.
The grading system used in most schools is good because it is not based solely on how smart a person naturally is. Instead there are other factors involved such as showing up to class every day possible and participating in class discussion. While this is true, for the most part grades are mostly consistent of homework and test scores.
Without being given work to bring home that is graded, average test scores would go down. Homework goes over things that are discussed in class and gives students the opportunity to practice material so they will feel confident when taking tests. So test scores are a result of taking extra time to do homework and therefore the test score is a reward for working hard.
If we had not the organized system of tracking accomplishment that we have our school system in general really would not work. By grading papers and everything that is done in school students and teachers can see exactly what the persons strong and weak points are. Some individuals need extra help and cannot be compared to other people in school. Either someone has a learning disability or has not had the same educational opportunities as another person. So in this way our grading system may not work equally for everybody.
I think the way that the grades work is the best method that anybody has thought of so far.
Today’s school grading system can be an effective means of motivating some students to do their best work.
Grades can be a good motivator in that they reward students for working hard and doing homework, create organized tracking of accomplishment, and are based on all around performance at school.
The grading system used in most schools is good because it is not based solely on how smart a person naturally is. Instead there are other factors involved such as showing up to class every day possible and participating in class discussion. While this is true, for the most part grades are mostly consistent of homework and test scores.
Without being given work to bring home that is graded, average test scores would go down. Homework goes over things that are discussed in class and gives students the opportunity to practice material so they will feel confident when taking tests. So test scores are a result of taking extra time to do homework and therefore the test score is a reward for working hard.
If we had not the organized system of tracking accomplishment that we have our school system in general really would not work. By grading papers and everything that is done in school students and teachers can see exactly what the persons strong and weak points are. Some individuals need extra help and cannot be compared to other people in school. Either someone has a learning disability or has not had the same educational opportunities as another person. So in this way our grading system may not work equally for everybody.
I think the way that the grades work is the best method that anybody has thought of so far.
Moolaade
Moolaadé
The film, Moolaadé is based in a small town in Africa. The central theme of the movie is female circumcision. One of the main characters in the movie, Collé offers her home as a place of refuge for the young girls that do not want to get their genitals mutilated by the older men in the community. As a result, the men take away the radios of all the women and girls in the community which is their only link to the outside world. As a result of the circumcision quite a few of the young girls have died and so most of the African women decide to stand up against it. The movie is not only about the negative things going on, but it also shows the culture and daily lives of the people in the town. In the end the women achieve their goal and the circumcisions are put to an end.
This movie relates a lot to developmental psychology. Culture is defined as a “design for living,” the people in that culture had been doing female circumcision for centuries and didn’t know any differently. In the book it says that people do not begin to question their own culture until it seems harmful or they realize that members of another culture do things differently. The reason it took so long to put an end to it might have been because in the old days there were no radios, or TVs to find out about things going on in the outside world. The women now had different information about what is right and wrong not just what they have known all of their lives. Also mothers were losing their children because of this dangerous practice.
The film, Moolaadé is based in a small town in Africa. The central theme of the movie is female circumcision. One of the main characters in the movie, Collé offers her home as a place of refuge for the young girls that do not want to get their genitals mutilated by the older men in the community. As a result, the men take away the radios of all the women and girls in the community which is their only link to the outside world. As a result of the circumcision quite a few of the young girls have died and so most of the African women decide to stand up against it. The movie is not only about the negative things going on, but it also shows the culture and daily lives of the people in the town. In the end the women achieve their goal and the circumcisions are put to an end.
This movie relates a lot to developmental psychology. Culture is defined as a “design for living,” the people in that culture had been doing female circumcision for centuries and didn’t know any differently. In the book it says that people do not begin to question their own culture until it seems harmful or they realize that members of another culture do things differently. The reason it took so long to put an end to it might have been because in the old days there were no radios, or TVs to find out about things going on in the outside world. The women now had different information about what is right and wrong not just what they have known all of their lives. Also mothers were losing their children because of this dangerous practice.
Blank Dialogue
Jennifer Cooper
English 2010
Blank Dialogue
As the clock struck 1A.M. and her son Anthony still wasn’t home, Gina began pacing nervously. Where could he be? She had an idea, but she didn’t want it to be true. What if he is out doing drugs and he did something he would regret later. He could be out doing something that would ruin the rest of his life. Just then the door cracked open as if someone were trying to sneak in unnoticed. Anthony came all the way and flipped on the light switch. He thought he was home free until he saw his mother sitting on the couch with a panicked look on her face.
“Where have you been?” she asked her voice sharp like the edge of a knife.
“Out,” he replied simply. “Out,” she exclaimed. “That’s right,” he said calmly
“Anthony, I thought we talked about this kind of thing,” she said with tears in her voice.
“We have?” he asked with a puzzled look. And you didn’t think it was important? She prodded. “I am not sure what you are getting at here.
I’m just trying to figure out where you were,” She said.
Anthony could see that his mom was no longer in her right mind again for he had told her clearly that he worked late tonight so he decided to humor her. “Go ahead,” He said. “That doesn’t help you said you would help at least,” she rambled.
“Sure Mom,” he replied.
“Okay that’s what I am talking about.” She said her voice raised and strained.
“What’s what you are talking about?” He asked growing somewhat impatient with this game.
“I just can’t deal with this kind of treatment!” She yelled.
“Forget it,” he replied nonchalantly. What? She said in shock. “Forget it, I’m leaving.”
“Don’t,” she cried out. “Well can I get some sleep then?” he asked.
“Just don’t leave,” she said calming down considerably.
“No?” “No.”
He left her on the living room couch and headed upstairs for bed. He was determined that he would get as much as much sleep as he could for he didn’t know what tomorrow would bring with her. He wondered if she would even remember what had just happened tonight.
English 2010
Blank Dialogue
As the clock struck 1A.M. and her son Anthony still wasn’t home, Gina began pacing nervously. Where could he be? She had an idea, but she didn’t want it to be true. What if he is out doing drugs and he did something he would regret later. He could be out doing something that would ruin the rest of his life. Just then the door cracked open as if someone were trying to sneak in unnoticed. Anthony came all the way and flipped on the light switch. He thought he was home free until he saw his mother sitting on the couch with a panicked look on her face.
“Where have you been?” she asked her voice sharp like the edge of a knife.
“Out,” he replied simply. “Out,” she exclaimed. “That’s right,” he said calmly
“Anthony, I thought we talked about this kind of thing,” she said with tears in her voice.
“We have?” he asked with a puzzled look. And you didn’t think it was important? She prodded. “I am not sure what you are getting at here.
I’m just trying to figure out where you were,” She said.
Anthony could see that his mom was no longer in her right mind again for he had told her clearly that he worked late tonight so he decided to humor her. “Go ahead,” He said. “That doesn’t help you said you would help at least,” she rambled.
“Sure Mom,” he replied.
“Okay that’s what I am talking about.” She said her voice raised and strained.
“What’s what you are talking about?” He asked growing somewhat impatient with this game.
“I just can’t deal with this kind of treatment!” She yelled.
“Forget it,” he replied nonchalantly. What? She said in shock. “Forget it, I’m leaving.”
“Don’t,” she cried out. “Well can I get some sleep then?” he asked.
“Just don’t leave,” she said calming down considerably.
“No?” “No.”
He left her on the living room couch and headed upstairs for bed. He was determined that he would get as much as much sleep as he could for he didn’t know what tomorrow would bring with her. He wondered if she would even remember what had just happened tonight.
Poetry Round up
Jennifer Cooper
190 North 200 West
Cedar City, UT 84720
(801)706-8712
Jcoope33@mymail.slcc.edu
Deep Sleep
At night I dream of a place
The dreams are in the day
In an old house where I used to live
More in a valley than a town
A few cars go down the dirt road
There are dwellings in the trees unseen
I am on someone’s land where I shouldn’t be
I’m with somebody else
Who tells me we should leave
I’m searching for an adventure
I never seem to find
Before I wake up in the morning
190 North 200 West
Cedar City, UT 84720
(801)706-8712
Jcoope33@mymail.slcc.edu
Deep Sleep
At night I dream of a place
The dreams are in the day
In an old house where I used to live
More in a valley than a town
A few cars go down the dirt road
There are dwellings in the trees unseen
I am on someone’s land where I shouldn’t be
I’m with somebody else
Who tells me we should leave
I’m searching for an adventure
I never seem to find
Before I wake up in the morning
NON-fiction roundup
Jennifer Cooper
English 2020
“The Drama Bug”
Sedaris treats himself as If he is a great, but misunderstood actor.
My senior year in high school I got really into running. I didn’t have a full class schedule so in the time when I didn’t have class I would change in the locker room and go run on the track. I toned my body up from doing it and I thought that I was getting good or at least better than the people who didn’t exercise regularly. So when I would go running occasionally with friends who never went out and went running on their own I thought I would kick their butts at it. There were times that I was better and other times when people who came with me had no problem keeping up and doing everything I was doing, it was very frustrating.
“Shooting Dad”
My mom used to charm warts off of her by talking to them or singing to them and she would go out and tell people about it as if it were fact. It was funnier than mortifying really.
When I was younger, I tried to rebel against everything that my dad said or did no matter what it was. At times it would be country music which was the only kind of music he listens to, John Wayne movies, or even food that he liked. I would hate it just because he liked it. Even if secretly I was into the same stuff. Now that I am older I like to agree with my dad and be able to share common interests.
Rosa Parks, C’est moi
She throws in her opinion by saying that she doesn’t think that you can compare all the things that the people were fighting for to a black woman in the fifties who stood up to a white man on a bus.
The people in this essay such as the mime, the smoker, the adult dancer, and the dairy farmer could be compared to the girl and the dad in the essay “shooting dad.” The dad in that essay was a guy who was a gunsmith. As the writer of the essay, the daughter said, he had a sarcastic view of history. He seemed to think that wars and things that had happened back in the day applied to him now. Like the people in the other story that compared themselves to Rosa Parks.
Something that outrages me is people who do drugs around their young kids. I don’t know that I could necessarily turn it into an essay like this one, but I couldn’t definitely write something about how harmful and wrong I think it is.
The Village Watchman
It sounds like the writer holds nothing back that the story is completely true and all of what is in it really happened.
There was a young man at Salt Lake Community College who was mentally challenged like Alan in this story. He looked pretty normal in appearance, you couldn’t tell by looking at him that anything was off except he did walk a little funny. He was very friendly though and he would always come up and say hi to you. He remembered nearly everybody’s name that he talked to.
English 2020
“The Drama Bug”
Sedaris treats himself as If he is a great, but misunderstood actor.
My senior year in high school I got really into running. I didn’t have a full class schedule so in the time when I didn’t have class I would change in the locker room and go run on the track. I toned my body up from doing it and I thought that I was getting good or at least better than the people who didn’t exercise regularly. So when I would go running occasionally with friends who never went out and went running on their own I thought I would kick their butts at it. There were times that I was better and other times when people who came with me had no problem keeping up and doing everything I was doing, it was very frustrating.
“Shooting Dad”
My mom used to charm warts off of her by talking to them or singing to them and she would go out and tell people about it as if it were fact. It was funnier than mortifying really.
When I was younger, I tried to rebel against everything that my dad said or did no matter what it was. At times it would be country music which was the only kind of music he listens to, John Wayne movies, or even food that he liked. I would hate it just because he liked it. Even if secretly I was into the same stuff. Now that I am older I like to agree with my dad and be able to share common interests.
Rosa Parks, C’est moi
She throws in her opinion by saying that she doesn’t think that you can compare all the things that the people were fighting for to a black woman in the fifties who stood up to a white man on a bus.
The people in this essay such as the mime, the smoker, the adult dancer, and the dairy farmer could be compared to the girl and the dad in the essay “shooting dad.” The dad in that essay was a guy who was a gunsmith. As the writer of the essay, the daughter said, he had a sarcastic view of history. He seemed to think that wars and things that had happened back in the day applied to him now. Like the people in the other story that compared themselves to Rosa Parks.
Something that outrages me is people who do drugs around their young kids. I don’t know that I could necessarily turn it into an essay like this one, but I couldn’t definitely write something about how harmful and wrong I think it is.
The Village Watchman
It sounds like the writer holds nothing back that the story is completely true and all of what is in it really happened.
There was a young man at Salt Lake Community College who was mentally challenged like Alan in this story. He looked pretty normal in appearance, you couldn’t tell by looking at him that anything was off except he did walk a little funny. He was very friendly though and he would always come up and say hi to you. He remembered nearly everybody’s name that he talked to.
Monday, December 3, 2007
English Poem
Jennifer Cooper
190 North 200 West
Cedar City, Utah 84720
(801) 706-8712
Jcoope33@mymail.slcc.edu
HIDEAWAY VALLEY
In a place he never thought he would return to
Down lanes lined with brush and assorted trees
The mountains outside surround; a shield from the highway
The building with cream-colored siding deceivingly shaped as a barn
A woodshed out back
On a six acre piece of land
Here years were spent in solitude
Back in the day it was a dungeon, a holding cell
For those who were persecuted
The outside world just a far away dream
Wanting to get out
They had dreamt of place where they could run freely
It was quiet now abandoned
One man had returned to receive some absolution
To believe he was truly free
He ran in the field, he climbed a mountain; he rode a motorcycle into the hills
He lay on the floor alone with himself
He tried to think of reasons not to do what he was about to and he could think of none
He cleared a path around the place
He doused it all in gasoline and then he lit a match
He drove away as it all went up in a blaze of gloryThis time he was never to return.
190 North 200 West
Cedar City, Utah 84720
(801) 706-8712
Jcoope33@mymail.slcc.edu
HIDEAWAY VALLEY
In a place he never thought he would return to
Down lanes lined with brush and assorted trees
The mountains outside surround; a shield from the highway
The building with cream-colored siding deceivingly shaped as a barn
A woodshed out back
On a six acre piece of land
Here years were spent in solitude
Back in the day it was a dungeon, a holding cell
For those who were persecuted
The outside world just a far away dream
Wanting to get out
They had dreamt of place where they could run freely
It was quiet now abandoned
One man had returned to receive some absolution
To believe he was truly free
He ran in the field, he climbed a mountain; he rode a motorcycle into the hills
He lay on the floor alone with himself
He tried to think of reasons not to do what he was about to and he could think of none
He cleared a path around the place
He doused it all in gasoline and then he lit a match
He drove away as it all went up in a blaze of gloryThis time he was never to return.
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