tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37008643358387871192024-03-13T23:19:22.711-04:00ENG 101Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700864335838787119.post-84824981006926925412012-12-12T10:17:00.003-05:002012-12-12T10:17:56.245-05:00Graf #20 (Reaction to My Writing)<br />
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This
semester, I have written many, many things. Mostly good, but sometimes I had
days where I didn’t write as good as I could have. From writing all the
different stories and being taught how to write different types of essays, I
have become a better writer. From writing about Kevin or Sirus, to writing
about my hobbies - I have grown to know my writing style, better. I have also
realized that I have a great passion for writing. Although I will probably
never pursue this passion as a career, I will always know that I am a good
writer. I am thankful for taking this class. It has inspired me to become more
creative with my writing. <o:p></o:p></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700864335838787119.post-87608182844189571892012-12-03T12:09:00.003-05:002012-12-03T12:09:44.472-05:00Essay #10 (Timed Division Essay)<br />
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When
you live in Maine, you’re forced to experience all the seasons of the year. There
is the season of storage, yard work, and insulation preparations for winter, the
actual winter with snow and ice season, the after effects of winter with
flooding, mud, and rainy weather, and then a short season in between full of
humidity and bugs. With all these different seasons taking place, there are
also different road conditions. The only ‘good’ road conditions are found when
Maine is in its short summer season. During the preparation for, during, and
after effects of the winter season, there can be wicked nasty road conditions.
They either have black ice, snow, slush, or are flooded.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Black
ice is something that only a true Nor’ Easter knows all too well. For almost
the whole winter period, there is black ice somewhere on the roads. It is a
thin sheet of ice on the paved road. You don’t see it until it is too late. Most
people can drive over it safely, depending on the location in regards to the
road. However, if the ice is on a corner, the driver is in danger. When you
drive on Maine road conditions, you learn to drive slowly. If someone hits a
patch of black ice on a corner and didn’t slow down enough, they will almost
certainly slide either off the road, or into another vehicle. Many, many
accidents happen in Maine because of black ice. Unfortunately, sometimes
driving slow over black ice isn’t enough, especially on a hill. In most of
these cases, the vehicle slides down the hill and no amount of force from the
brakes will stop it. The people in the vehicle can only hope for the best.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When snow is added to the picture,
it can make things much worse. When there is a layer of snow on top of ice, it
makes the ice even slicker. The snow adds a layer of wetness to the ice, and
once a tire, or person, hits that patch, they are in trouble. I cannot tell you
how many times I have slipped and fell because of snow on ice. I also couldn’t
count the amount of times I have been stuck in my driveway because my tires had
no traction with the snow and ice covering everything. When road conditions are
like this, schools get cancelled, appointments get cancelled, people are sent
home from work, and everything is just put on hold for the time being. Plow trucks
hurry to get the roads plowed and sanded; however, they have to just do it
again about an hour later, depending on how fast the snow is falling. <o:p></o:p></div>
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When it rains during these horrible
winter seasons, it makes the roads just all in all, shitty. It is almost like
the consistency of thin mud, except it is really, really, wet snow. It gets all
over the roads. When it is still raining, or right after it rains, it is clean,
but slick. It isn’t icy, but slush can still pull your vehicle one way or the
other. After a day or two, the slush is completely covered in mud and dirt.
This is when things get really messy. When someone drives over slush, it sprays
everywhere. I have been hit by slush so many times when I was a kid waiting for
the bus at the end of my driveway. When dirt is added to the slush, there will
never be a clean vehicle for the rest of the season. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Finally, there are the flooded
roads. This is a huge factor in the aftermath of winter. When the temperature
begins to warm up, <i>everything</i> melts!
This causes massive flooding in some areas. Backyards get flooded, driveways
get flooded, ditches get flooded, rivers overflow, and roads get covered with
the flood water. The flooding is also the beginning of the mud season. Now that
I have a Jeep, I can drive over flooded roads. Before, I had a smaller car and
I would be forced to turn around. A lot of the times, the D.O.T. will block off
roads if the flooding is too bad. This makes things very inconvenient when you
have to get somewhere. Also with flooding, comes hydroplaning. Hydroplaning can
be very scary if you are not paying attention. A sudden wrong move can cause
you to be in an accident. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Most states have a spring, summer,
fall, and winter season. However, that is not how I, and most others, think of
Maine. Fall is translated into: yard work, storing things away, insulating any
possible heat loss areas, and preparing a cord of wood. Winter is translated
into: snow tires, loss of money to rising oil prices, tardiness to work or
school, and power outages. Spring becomes: still having snow, mud, flooding,
mud, washing floors, and more mud. Finally, there is summer. This correlates to
having humidity and lots of black flies. However, this it’s worth it to be away
from the horrendous winter seasons and the nasty road conditions. Driving on
slick ice, snow, slush, and flooded roads is not my cup of tea, especially with
since I have a baby with me now. Now I understand why everyone leaves Maine in
the winter! <o:p></o:p></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700864335838787119.post-5345531461196136132012-11-16T11:39:00.002-05:002012-11-16T11:39:25.211-05:00Essay #8 (Effect Essay)<br />
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The day
had finally arrived. I, along with everyone else in my class, had been waiting
four long years for this. Excitement overwhelmed us as we each took to our
positions. When the cadence began, a flood of anxiety flooded the room. Slowly,
we each marched with our partner down the aisle and to our seats. It was a long 80 minutes, but as the ceremony
finally came to a close, we heard the words we had been longing to here: “Congratulations,
Class of 2012 graduates!” That was my high school graduation. I remember it
being hot and uncomfortable – but then again, I was eight and a half months
pregnant, too. Since my graduation, I have noticed a big change in myself. I
look at life a very differently, now. I have become the adult that I need to be
for my child. I have become more insightful, more responsible, and more independent.
<o:p></o:p></div>
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Graduation
was a big step in my life. Since being out of school, I have become more
insightful about whom my friends are and the decisions I make. High school
forced everyone to be together, including my ‘friends’. I was led to believe
that I had a large amount of friends in high school. However, now that we are
no longer forced to be in the same building, I have been shown who my true
friends are. Also, since becoming a mother and wife, I make wiser decisions for
my, son’s, husband’s, and my life. All of my decisions have to play along with
them as well; I can no longer just make decisions for only myself. That is the biggest
reason as to why I have a limited number of friends, now. The others don’t
understand what it is like to be a parent.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Responsibility
is also a big change that consumed me since graduation. Since becoming a legal
adult, I am now taking responsibility of my medical forms, paperwork, and any
other legal document. I have to say, there is a lot more to being an adult then
what I was led to believe! Nobody said that being an adult was going to be
easy, though. Also as a parent, I am taking responsibility for Sirus’s legal
documents, as well. As a wife, and a military dependent, there are a lot more
forms and responsibilities that I have to deal with. It is all worth it in the
end, though! I am slowly making my way into the world of financial stability. I
have had a debit card since I turned 18, and had a bank account since I started
my job when I was 16, but I am new to the checks, bills, insurance costs,
registrations, balancing checkbooks, and taking more responsibility with what I
buy. I had always tried to save my money, but now it is more important.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lastly,
since graduation, I have become extremely independent. I was already pretty
independent before-hand, but now it’s grown. I am currently living with my
father until my husband gets permanently stationed somewhere and Sirus and I
can move with him. It feels weird to be able to do whatever I want, when I
want, and how I want without my father’s consent. I am buying things, selling
things, taking care of Sirus and myself financially. I take visits, go to
appointments, and take vacations! On the 19<sup>th</sup>, I go to Florida to be
with my husband, Kevin, for Thanksgiving! I bought my plane tickets and hotel
reservations online. Doing that made me feel even more like an adult!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Graduation;
it gives the biggest impact on most people. It helps change people into who
they should be. It helps them head in the right direction. Graduation probably
has the biggest effect on a young person’s life. I know it had a significant
impact on my life. It forced me to make more responsible and independent
decisions for myself. Getting married and becoming a parent also made me grow
up quicker than most people my age. I am now more insightful on what I do in
life and who my friends are. I am also more responsible for my actions and my
family’s, and more independent. After all that is said and done, I am successfully
a legal adult with big responsibilities, and I’m ready to take on the world!<o:p></o:p></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700864335838787119.post-53351357436262210312012-11-07T21:09:00.002-05:002012-11-07T21:09:30.905-05:00Essay #7 (Process Essay)
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My
whole life I had been trying to find the right path to take. Should I go this
way, or should I go that way? My life was full of so many twists and turns; it
was confusing and I got lost often. I didn’t feel comfortable with the way I
was driving through life. Realization finally struck me and I quickly gained
control of my life and made a change. Some of those changes were good, some
were bad. Life became bumpy along the way and I was left wondering if I made
the right decisions. It’s been said that things get worse before they get
better. Well, after getting through the rough patch, those situations led me to
who I am today – a new mother, college student, and a wife.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Senior
year is the year of self-actualization. It’s a time to realize who your true
friends are and where you are going in life. It is also a time to have fun with
your friends while you can. However, during my senior year, I was pregnant. Unlike
most pregnant girls in high school, I took control of my life and figured out
where I was going, how to get there, and what to do next. All I did was look
forward into the future. I wanted to do what would be best for me and my unborn
child. I saved up money from my job, I graduated with all A’s and, I was (and
still am) with the dad. I proved to everyone that I wasn’t a stereotypical
pregnant teenage girl. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>College;
the one thing people tried to get me to wait on. After graduating and having a
baby, people didn’t think I could handle being a full time mother and a full
time student. I started to question it myself, but I wasn’t going to let
anything slow my life down. I was going to go in, all or nothing. I made it
easier on myself, and for Sirus, by taking online classes. College was going to
get me to where I want to be in life. I needed to prove to myself that I could
handle the work with a newborn baby.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Finally,
on October 11, 2012, I married my best friend, a United States Marine. Although
he had plans to go in before I got pregnant, he stuck with it for the baby. We
wanted to make sure that the future would be bright for our little bundle of
joy. On top of that, we will be traveling, cared for, and doing a part for our
country. I finally had the feeling that I took the right path in my life. I
joined my husband and son with sharing the name Ricker.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>After
graduating, having a baby, getting into college, and becoming a wife, I
realized that it doesn’t matter <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">how</i> I
got to where I am. All that matters is <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">who
</i>and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">what</i> is there. I am a mother
to the most incredible baby boy, married to the most amazing man and father of
my son, and a full time college student. Everyone’s life can look like a road.
Some are full of twists and turns, some are full ups and downs, and others are
like a road in the desert; straight and boring. Life is meant to be anything
but ordinary. The only way to reach that is to take the road less traveled on.
I took a path not knowing where I would end up, and I don’t regret it for the
world! In the words of Rascal Flatts, ‘Bless the Broken Road’.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700864335838787119.post-46510044981198387022012-11-04T18:17:00.003-05:002012-11-04T18:17:53.465-05:00Process Essay Intro
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>My
whole life I had been trying to find the right path to take. Should I go this
way, or should I go that way? My life was full of so many twists and turns; it
was confusing and I got lost often. I didn’t feel comfortable with the way I
was driving through life. Realization finally struck me and I quickly gained
control of my life and made a change. Some of those changes were good, some were bad. Life became bumpy along the way and I was left wondering if I made the right decisions. Its been said that things get worse before they get better. Well,
after getting through the rough patch, </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">those situations led me to who I am today – a new mother, wife, and college student.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700864335838787119.post-67289010725699047912012-11-04T16:33:00.002-05:002012-11-04T16:33:27.096-05:00Revised Timed Effect Essay
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>When I
was in 8<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> grade, I had a lot of family struggles that I was dealing
with. I couldn’t connect with anyone and I felt lost in the world. The friends
I had didn’t know what to do or what to say. Dashiell, however, did. She was a
girl in my class and she was the most happy-go-lucky person I have ever met.
She picked up on my distress and immediately took me in and we became instant friends.
Over the next couple years we grew closer and closer. We were like sisters –
everyone knew that if they saw one, the other one was close by. We did everything
together. That was until her parents got a divorce and she moved out of state.
As soon as she moved, she stepped onto the highway of self-destruction; and following
that was the loss of my trust, distancing of our friendship, and her damaging
decisions.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The
first stop she reached on her highway to Hell was the loss of my trust. Since
she moved to Arizona and New Mexico, I was very worried that she was going to
get into bad drugs. She promised me that she wouldn’t. However, that promise
didn’t stay long. She felt guilty about it, and so avoided telling me what was
really going on down there. When she first told me, I gave her a second chance;
but, it became a long road of lies and broken promises. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Since I
could no longer trust her, we became distant. She knew it, and I knew it. We
talked maybe about once every three or four months. I didn’t know anything
about her anymore. She became someone totally different then who I remembered.
I tried to help, but nothing worked. She was wrapped around the finger of the
drug world and couldn’t escape. It was then that I realized that she was on the
fast track to ruining her life, and all I could do was sit and watch.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Finally,
she reached the one place I hoped she would never see. She hit rock bottom in
her life. She dropped out of high school, quit her job, ran away from home, and
started couch hopping. Nobody knew where she was most of the time. Her family members
would call me to see if I had heard from her – which I never did. Doping,
drinking, and getting caught by the cops were practically everything she did. I
lost my best friend. All I could do was just think of the good times and move
on with life. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Her
parent’s divorce caused devastating effects to Dashiell’s life. Those effects
caused me to lose my trust in her, shatter our friendship, and caused her to
make horrible decisions for her life. Somehow, somewhere, she managed to get
away from the drug world. She is now sober and in Maine where she should be.
Our friendship is starting to revive, and hopefully, she will make better
decisions for herself. I can now hopefully say that she is no longer on the
path to self-destruction, but instead headed towards the road to success. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700864335838787119.post-23194993061647316342012-11-02T17:22:00.000-04:002012-11-02T17:22:03.285-04:00Timed Effect Essay
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>My
whole life I had been trying to find the right path to take. Should I veer this
way, or should I veer that way? I needed to find the path that would make my
family happy. The road of my life was full of twists and turns; it was confusing
and I got lost often. I felt like an American driver in England. I didn’t feel
comfortable with the way I was driving through life. Realization finally struck
me and I quickly gained control of my life and took a turn, hoping for better.
The road became broken along the way, but eventually it led me somewhere where
I never thought I would end up; being pregnant in high school, a college
student, and a Marine wife.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Senior
year is the year of self-actualization. It’s a time to realize who your true
friends are and where you are going in life. It is also a time to have fun with
your friends while you can. During my senior year, I was pregnant. However,
unlike most pregnant girls in high school, I took control of my life and
figured out where I was going, how to get there, and what to do next. I was
(and still am) with the dad, I was getting all A’s, and I kept a job to save up
money. I proved to everyone that I wasn’t a stereotypical pregnant teenage
girl. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>College;
the one thing people tried to get me to wait on. After having a baby, people
didn’t think I could handle being a full time mother and a full time student. I
started to question it myself, but I wasn’t going to let anything slow my life
down. I was going to go in, all or nothing. I made it easier on myself, and for
Sirus, by taking online classes. Although it can be challenging at times when
Sirus isn’t sleeping and I need to get some work done. Fortunately, my family
has been supportive and helpful during this time in my life. I am so grateful.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>On
October 11, 2012, I married my best friend, a United States Marine. Although he
had plans to go in before I got pregnant, he stuck with it for the baby. We
wanted to make sure that the future would be bright for our little bundle of
joy. On top of that, we will be traveling, cared for, and doing a part for our
country. I finally had the feeling that I took the right path in my life. I’m always
up on cloud nine when I see my engagement and wedding ring on my left hand and
my new USMC ring on my right hand.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Finally,
the road of my life began to get scenic. It was a time in my life where I
realized that it wasn’t the condition of the road that mattered; it was the
scene around it. It doesn’t matter <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">how</i>
I got to where I am. All that matters is <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">what</i>
is there. I am a mother to the most incredible baby boy, married to the most
amazing man and father of my son, and a full time college student. Everyone’s
life can look like a road. Some are full of twists and turns, some are full ups
and downs, and others are like a road in the desert; straight and boring. Life
is meant to be anything but ordinary. The only way to reach that is to take the
road less traveled on. I took a path not knowing where I would end up, and I
don’t regret it for the world! In the words of Rascal Flatts, ‘Bless the Broken
Road’.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700864335838787119.post-40111724145127872452012-10-25T19:44:00.002-04:002012-10-25T19:44:48.198-04:00Example Essay
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>We all hunkered down in the woods
around the fire while we watched the flags. The air was bitter cold. We were
all bundled up in our thickest attire, but still unprepared for the torturous
weather. It was negative 40 degrees Fahrenheit, without counting the
treacherous wind. That wind roar across the lake as it spit snow in our faces –
daring us to walk out onto the lake. We had gone too far to turn around now. We
were out here for one thing, and one thing only: fish. Once we saw a flag shoot
up into the air, we ran out for our catch before the wind claimed us. Ice
fishing is another outdoor activity that I love to do. Although the weather can
really take a toll on you, in the end, it’s all worth it. This was one of many
examples of an ice fishing story worth bragging about. Here are just a few more
I would like to share.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>One of
my favorite, close-by, places to fish is at Branns Mills Pond in the Garland
and Dover-Foxcroft area. It is full of small mouth bass, brook trout, pickerel,
and perch. This one time that we went fishing, after we set up our traps, we went
and had our fun on our four wheeler. Since we were usually the only ones out
there at the time, we would start zipping up and down the lake doing donuts and
skidding across the ice. Once a flag went up, we ran over to the trap, took it
out, and pulled and pulled on the line. At the end of the day, we caught four
small mouth bass and two brook trouts. We could only keep two, so we kept the
trouts.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Another
place I loved to go fishing is this lake up near Island Falls. Island Falls is
an amazing place to go during the winter; it’s where Maine got its nickname ‘Vacationland’.
During this one year we went up and visited Island Falls, we spent the day at
this lake. We found a cove and constructed a fire up on land. While we watched
the flags, we would just sit around the fire telling stories and cooking
hotdogs on sticks. All of a sudden… BAM, BAM, BAM! The flags started shooting
up nearly all at the same time. Each one of us had to quickly handle one trap
and then move on to another before the fish got off the hook. I ended up
catching the biggest fish of the bunch. It was a 25 inch long pickerel.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>My
favorite trip was the one that I mentioned earlier. It was out to Spider Lake.
It took us nearly three and a half hours driving just on the back roads to the
lake! A bunch of us went and rented out a lodge. The weather that year was
brutal! I was just a kid, and so the weather got too much for me and I had to
go back to the lodge while the other continued fishing. However, I was able to
make it out at least half the time. The trip was well worth it, though. We
caught a lot a fish and some pretty good sized ones, as well. It was always a
treat to get back to that woodstove in the lodge and fry up some amazing fish. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Branns
Mills Pond, Spider Lake, and Island Falls are three of my top favorite places
to fish at. They all have their own special memories that I will always
cherish. It was always fun as a kid to finally go home and brag to my mom about
the size of the fish I caught. My stepfather, at the time, would always call me
the Fish Slayer – it made me feel special. There was always something about
hunkering down in the woods watching over the lake that felt homely. As long as
my family was with me, everything felt right.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700864335838787119.post-87650139045379753612012-10-25T17:47:00.001-04:002012-10-25T17:47:42.382-04:00Example Essay Intro (Revised)
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>We all
hunkered down in the woods around the fire while we watched the flags. The air
was bitter cold. We were all bundled up in our thickest attire, but still
unprepared for the torturous weather. It was negative 40 degrees Fahrenheit,
without counting the treacherous wind. That wind roar across the lake as it
spit snow in our faces – daring us to walk out onto the lake. We had gone too
far to turn around now. We were out here for one thing, and one thing only:
fish. Once we saw a flag shoot up into the air, we ran out for our catch before
the wind claimed us. Ice fishing is another outdoor activity that I love to do.
Although the weather can really take a toll on you, in the end, it’s all worth
it. This was one of many examples of an ice fishing story worth bragging about.
Here are just a few more I would like to share. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700864335838787119.post-69458436148567421562012-10-24T11:47:00.001-04:002012-10-24T11:47:29.472-04:00Example Essay Intro
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>When
those tires start spinning and the mud goes flying, you know you’re having a
good time. With a big smile on your face, you grasp onto those ‘holy shit’
handles, and just can’t help but laugh away. As the view out the windows
imminently disappears from the mud, you’re stuck wondering how much mud is
actually left on the ground! Once things calm back down and everyone gets out
of the vehicle, you glance at the vehicle. When you can’t tell what color the
vehicle was supposed to be, you know you had a great time. However, it all
depends on the vehicle you drive as to how much fun it can actually be. If you
find the right mud hole and are in the right vehicle, you will have a blast.
There are a few examples as to what a good mud vehicle should possess: a high
enough lift, four wheel drive, and it needs to have good off-road tires. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700864335838787119.post-1618342874661371412012-10-23T22:08:00.002-04:002012-10-23T22:08:38.307-04:00Graf #19 (Reaction to Timed Essay)
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I was
very happy that we were given a couple topics to choose from early so that we
could think about what to write. Whenever I am under a time limit for an essay,
I get too stressed out to think about what to write about and will often just
stare at the blank screen or paper. The timed essay was definitely a little
stressful, though. After finally getting Sirus to sleep, I tried my best to
crank out a well worth, five paragraph essay within the time limit. It took
quite a while to figure out what I was going to write about. Then, while I was
writing the essay, I had to keep erasing, writing, erasing again, and writing
again. I couldn’t make up my mind. I think I was too worried about it sounding
bad. However, once I saw Mr. Goldfine’s comment to my essay, I felt like all my
efforts went down the drain. He said that he would accept the essay, but he is
right, it was a comparison essay – not a contrast essay. I guess that I got
into the essay too much that I didn’t remember to contrast what I was trying to
get across to the reader. I am very, very grateful that he accepted it.
However, if he needed me to rewrite it under a time limit, I am willing to do
so. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700864335838787119.post-62664763726856850392012-10-22T11:18:00.003-04:002012-10-22T11:18:48.153-04:00Timed Contrast Essay
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Throughout
the course of the week, I am always expressing three different ‘inner animals’.
These three animals, although all different, are each representing two very
important aspects of mine: to protect and nurture. Nobody has ever told me that
I act like these animals. However, when I have time to sit, relax, and think, I
remind myself of these animals. I could be hanging out with my friends and
having a good time, like a dog, slyly creeping through the woods, like a cat,
or consistently on guard of my baby at night, like an owl – but I’m always
there to nurture and protect.</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I
usually always have to be in the company of others. I enjoy being a part of a
crowd and having a good time. Whether I’m just chatting, partying, or even just
listening to someone else, I like to know that I’m worth someone’s attention.
This is where I feel like I am a dog. Dogs like to have attention – but too
much attention and I become a shy dog and try to find my escape. I am happy to
be with friends and to have fun. However, when something goes arise, I become
protective. Whether it’s protection of myself or my friends, I will become all
bark. If the problem heightens, I will become all bite. I do not let myself or
my friends get walked on. In other aspects, if a friend needs a shoulder to cry
on, I am there for them. I will listen until they can no longer talk. I am
there to nurture my friends or loved ones like a dog nestling in with their
upset owner. I am just a big, gentle-hearted dog that is very protective of the
ones they love.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Then
there are the days where I’m out in the woods on the prowl. I have my set of
skills against nature’s set of skills. I slyly creep through the woods like a
cat – without making a sound. I steady my breathing, watch my surroundings, and
balance my weight with each step. This way, I am as quiet as a cat on their
hunt. Once I find a place that seems like a good place to rest, I sit and stay
for hours without making a move. I hear every sound, see every movement, and
sense every wind change. When I am out in the woods, I am on high alert. I have
had hunters walk by without noticing me. When someone goes with me hunting,
they are shocked at how quiet I am – it’s as if I’m not even there. When I’m
out in those woods, I’m as happy as a cat with catnip.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>At
night, I represent an owl. As a new mother, I am on constant alert for my baby.
I sleep with one eye open, making sure I am aware of every sound he makes and
that he is okay. If he makes a sound while he is sleeping, I automatically wake
up. Sometimes when I don’t hear him for a while, I have to get up and make sure
he is okay. I can be up at almost any hour of the night. I sleep when I can,
whether it’s during the day or night. I remind myself of an owl when I am
sleeping. Once I hear Sirus make a noise, my eyes shoot open and I spin my head
180 degrees around towards his crib (figuratively speaking, of course). I am
very protective of my child and am always on constant alert.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"> <span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I can
be man’s best friend, the field’s quietest hunter, or be as alert as an owl. No
matter what the situation, it all revolves back to one thing: who I am. As a
new mother, I have become very protective and very nurturing; so, consequently,
I have become these three ‘inner animals’. They may be all different, but they
all share these two traits. I could be protecting my friends as a dog, myself
as a cat, or my loved ones as an owl. At the end of the day, the only thing
that matters to me is that everyone is safe and sound. That is what makes life
perfect.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700864335838787119.post-73516407805755533542012-10-18T22:32:00.001-04:002012-10-18T22:32:34.484-04:00Annotated Source List
<span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"Baby: 0-12
Mos." <i>HealthyChildren.org</i>. American Academy of Pediatrics, 2012.
Web. 10 Oct. 2012. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><a href="http://www.healthychildren.org/english/ages-stages/baby/Pages/default.aspx?nfstatus=401">http://www.healthychildren.org/english/ages-stages/baby/Pages/default.aspx?nfstatus=401</a>.</span></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This
site has lots of great information for developments of each age range for
babies. It is easy and to the point, so it was easy to find the information
quickly.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">Biasella, Susan.
"IVillage." <i>IVillage</i>. N.p., June 2011. Web. 10 Oct. 2012.
<a href="http://www.ivillage.com/your-babys-first-year-newborn-development/6-a-127190">http://www.ivillage.com/your-babys-first-year-newborn-development/6-a-127190</a>.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> This
site has more detailed information then the previous website. It has details of
developments for every week and every month of the baby.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">Loehr, Jamie, and
Jen Meyers. "Part Two." <i>The Playskool Guide to Baby's First Year: Essential Information, Practical Advice and Key Choices for Your Baby's First
12 Months</i>. Naperville, IL: Source, 2007. 61-127. Print.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This
book doesn’t have as much information of developmental stages as the websites I
used. However, there are a lot more descriptive details over what can and will
happen to the baby during different stages.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700864335838787119.post-23595721602673244722012-10-18T09:27:00.002-04:002012-10-18T09:27:22.404-04:00Revised Graf #18 (Isearch Progress Report)
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I have
been doing a lot of research. Most of which has been on the internet, but I do
have one book that I have looked through. Everywhere that I research, however,
all have the same relative answers. This is good because I know that the
information that I am getting is not faulty. There are some differences, though;
but, this is because not all babies develop at the same pace. With the
information that I have read, most babies reach the same developmental stages
within the ranges of 0-3 months, 4-7 months, and 8-12 months. Besides reading
information to get my research, I have also been sharing this developmental
experience with my baby. He has been showing me more and more every day what he
is capable of doing. I am learning more from him than any book or website could
tell me! I gain knowledge every day about my Isearch project without even
trying!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700864335838787119.post-15857314781647594352012-10-17T20:14:00.001-04:002012-10-17T20:14:34.901-04:00Essay #3 (Contrast Essay)
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A young girl, who runs through the woods
getting muddy, guts the fish she caught, tends a garden, and handles the
woodstove, would not associate herself with a teenager who didn’t care whether
she made it to the lake or woods that week. This teenager, who uses and abuses
drugs and alcohol and breaks the law - with a record to prove it, would not
associate herself with a married woman with a young child. These three people
have absolutely nothing in common and should never cross paths. Yet, they all
belong to the same body. All along for the ride, with baggage of
transformations, it’s just me, myself, and I – and boy, what a journey it has
been, so far!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>There
was me – the tomboy whose only interest was the outdoors. The girl who never
thought about any boys, cliques, jewelry, makeup, hair styles or anything else
a 12 – 13 year old girl would think about.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The majority of things that were on my mind were fishing, hunting, and
camping – besides the wood splitting, woodstove tending, cooking, cleaning
(indoors and outdoors), and tending the garden. I had no time for friends
unless they wanted to go four wheeling, snowmobiling, or fishing. Boys stuck
their nose up at me at walked away when they saw me. I mean, why wouldn’t they?
I had short hair like a guy, wore glasses, was overweight, and had absolutely
no girly side to me. I was undesirable and straight-up invisible to the world
besides to my family – and I didn’t care.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Then,
there was my teenage self. A complete transformation from who I had originally been.
I moved away from the woods, met new friends, and allowed myself to do their
hobbies: drugs. I didn’t care about school, family, or my health. I was just in
it for the high of the ride. I got into trouble, did things I probably shouldn’t
have done, and hung out with people that were bad news. I was your
stereotypical doped up teenager ‘living up’ their teenage years. I had thought
that that was the only way to have fun in life. I was so caught up in the
moment, that I never remembered what it was like to just sit back and relax
with a fishing rod in my hands.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Now,
there is I, Mrs. Jessica Ricker – a completely transformed woman from the previous
Miss Jessica Webber. My teenage years are completely behind me now, and I am
100% sober. I have a better handle on my life then I ever have before. I am
full time college student and am newly married to the most amazing Marine ever!
We also have the most adorable three month old baby together! Now that we are
officially a military family, we are getting ready to move out of state to a
Marine base once Kevin gets through all his training. My new life is finally
falling into place, and I couldn’t ask for anything better!</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Those
three people who wouldn’t ever find themselves associating with each other,
finally came together as a whole to create who I am today. There was Me; the
all too innocent 12 year old who never wanted kids. There was Myself; the bad
chick who never wanted to settle down. Then there was I; the completely transformed
woman with a beautiful family. They say life is a rollercoaster. Well, my
rollercoaster has gone up and down and every which way, until it finally shot
off the tracks and landed in the clouds. I am up on cloud nine and I am never
coming down!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700864335838787119.post-20690807659909445432012-10-17T19:31:00.001-04:002012-10-17T19:31:55.775-04:00Revised Intro of Contrast Essay
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A young girl, who runs through the woods
getting muddy, guts the fish she caught, tends a garden, and handles the
woodstove, would not associate herself with a teenager who didn’t care whether
she made it to the lake or woods that week. This teenager, who uses and abuses
drugs and alcohol and breaks the law - with a record to prove it, would not
associate herself with a married woman with a young child. These three people
have absolutely nothing in common and should never cross paths. Yet, they all belong
to the same body. All along for the ride, with baggage of transformations, it’s
just me, myself, and I – and boy, what a journey it has been, so far!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700864335838787119.post-78154659482198648922012-10-16T08:54:00.001-04:002012-10-16T08:54:53.812-04:00Graf #18 (Isearch Progress Report)
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I have
been doing a lot of research lately. I have found out that it really isn’t that
hard to find information over the developmental stages of a baby. With the
research that I have, I can easily relate it all to my baby. Sirus is three
months old now, and everything that I have researched coincides with him. Such
as, by three months of age, babies should be able to: grasp toys, lift their
head up, stretch, kick, smile, enjoy being with people, recognize people, be
alert, and start to gain hand-eye-coordination. I was shocked to realize that
all of this is accomplished in just three months. I would have assumed that
babies wouldn’t be able to really recognize people or gain
hand-eye-coordination until later on in life. </span><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>When I
saw the accomplishments of babies between four and seven months, I was appalled!
They start to stand without support, sit without support, roll over, explore
and reach with hands, and can understand expressions of other people. Unfortunately,
they get separation anxiety around this age as well, so they get upset when
momma walks out of the room. I can’t believe how fast they grow up! I never
would have imagined that babies would be this developed so fast! I definitely
cannot wait until Sirus reaches this stage!</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>By 12
months of age, they are so developed! They are crawling, walking, switching
positions from sitting to standing to crawling, imitating people, and having a
preference for people. They grow up so fast! It is unbelievable. Now that I know
how fast Sirus is going to grow up, I hope that Kevin can be there to see him
through these stages. He will be gone for another month, so hopefully after
that we will stay together. Only time will tell.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700864335838787119.post-28337967019135051772012-10-16T08:16:00.001-04:002012-10-16T08:16:46.230-04:00Graf 2 of Contrast Essay
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>There
was me – the tomboy whose only interest was the outdoors. The girl who never
thought about any boys, cliques, jewelry, makeup, hair styles and anything else
a 12 – 13 year old girl would think about. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The majority of things that were on my mind were
fishing, hunting, and camping – besides the wood splitting, woodstove tending,
cooking, cleaning (indoors and outdoors), and tending the garden. I had no time
for friends unless they wanted to go four wheeling, snowmobiling, or fishing. Boys
stuck their nose up at me at walked away when they saw me. I mean, why wouldn’t
they? I had short hair like a guy, wore glasses, was overweight, and had
absolutely no girly side to me. I was undesirable and straight-up invisible to
the world besides to my family – and I didn’t care.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700864335838787119.post-26752717116035978732012-10-11T21:16:00.003-04:002012-10-11T21:16:26.482-04:00Intro #2 of Contrast Essay
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Me,
myself, and I. Three people you would never expect to share the same body. They
have all had a part in the way I looked at life. I have dramatically changed
over the years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With each growing
experience and the meeting of newer people, I have had different views on life.
Each year, I grew up, matured, and realized what was important and not so
important in life. Then finally, I became who I proudly am today: Mrs. Jessica
Germaine Ricker.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700864335838787119.post-36181872811789890222012-10-11T21:16:00.000-04:002012-10-11T21:16:02.074-04:00Intro #1 of Contrast Essay
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Me,
myself, and I; all the same person, yet three different people. My whole life I
have dramatically changed from one person to another. All the experiences and
people in my life have influenced my stance on life at one point or another. Over
the past five years, I have had completely different personalities and viewpoints
on each and every topic. Some people would think I am a completely different
person. However, I know that I, now, am a better person than my past selves, me
and myself. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700864335838787119.post-29279207325596015912012-10-01T23:02:00.003-04:002012-10-01T23:02:16.858-04:00Essay #2 (Classification Essay)
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The
morning dew glistens from the rising morning sun - signaling the start of a new
day. As the sun warms the air, the dew slowly drips off the trees, and the lake
slowly ‘wakes up’ as it goes from being calm to having gentle ripples. Through
this liquid mirror, the fish take a quick peek above water as they collect
their breakfast. At the same time, the frogs slowly soften their nighttime
singing as the loons proudly share their lovely morning solo. All is quiet,
except for the harmonies of nature. Upon taking a deep breath, you feel
completely rejuvenated. The fresh, crisp air is so pleasurable that smiling
becomes involuntary. There are no people arguing, no television, no drama, no
work, no school, no nothing – just you and nature. The easygoing morning hours
let you clear your mind and free it up for noteworthy thoughts. This is a lot
of the reason why I love the outdoors. That is why most of my hobbies take
place outside. If it is a good day, I could easily have a morning like this
while doing my favorite, and stress relief, hobbies: hunting, fishing, and
camping. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Hunting;
the one place that requires my complete concentration on my surroundings, myself,
and my skills. People have told me that I have great hunting skills. I am
incredibly quiet once I’m in the zone. As I walk towards the woods, I let my
mind dump all that is bothering me behind me. Once I enter the woods, my mind
is completely blank. Nobody is there to bother me about stupid questions,
concerns, or lectures. I don’t have to worry about work or school. When I
finally find a good spot to sit down, I make myself comfortable, and stay in
the same position for hours upon hours. Then, and only then, do I allow
thoughts to come across my mind. It is very relaxing to think things through
while staring at the wonders of nature. When a deer finally walks in your line
of vision, it is very rewarding. Deer are so elegant; whether I shoot one or
not, it is still rewarding to know that you were quiet enough for a deer to
come that close to you. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Fishing
gives me a different kind of stress relief. It lets me spend time with my
family in a calming environment. We talk about the past – the funny, cool, and
meaningful stories. We all laugh and joke around with each other. Once someone
gets a bite, we are all rooting them on. I love to fish! Trying to figure out
the right way to reel the right type of lure through the water for different
fish is intriguing. It’s really fun to learn what makes each fish tick. When I’m
reeling in one of those giant fish, I can’t help but smile and laugh the whole
time. I have a blast fighting the battle with those fish! <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Finally,
there is camping. Camping is also a family oriented thing. I love sitting
around the fire pit telling stories under the stars while listening to the
frogs sing. It is one of the greatest feelings in the world. Especially when it’s
with the people you love. It’s almost as if you can feel the bond of the
relationship with everyone growing. I love to be completely surrounded by the
woods and a lake. I’m talking about camping with a tent – not a camper. Camping
with a camper, I believe, is cheating. As long as my favorite people are with
me, I could care less about electronics, gossip, news, and anything else that
is at home. All you need is a cuddle buddy, family, and a bonfire. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The
only thing that is just as good as watching the sunrise, is watching the
sunset. The sky illuminates with an array of oranges, yellows, and hints of
red. As the shadows from the trees become longer, the crickets begin their
choir as the geese flying up above let everyone know they’re about to settle
down. Once in the twilight, the frogs begin their nightly chorus and, behind
them, you can hear the plop….plop….plop of the fish getting their last minute
meals. Looking across the lake, you see a beautifully reflected picture of the
sky up above. Following the reflection, you see the sky completely extended
across with bright, shining stars. Of the billions of stars, you gaze at one in
particular and remember that childhood rhyme. Star light, Star bright, The
first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, Have this wish I wish
tonight: For many more days like these.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700864335838787119.post-90302765571050615982012-09-30T21:46:00.000-04:002012-09-30T21:46:10.757-04:00Revised Intro to Classification Essay
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The
morning dew glistens from the rising morning sun - signaling the start of a new
day. As the sun warms the air, the dew slowly drips off the trees, and the lake
slowly ‘wakes up’ as it goes from being calm to having gentle ripples. Through this
liquid mirror, the fish take a quick peek above water as they collect their
breakfast. At the same time, the frogs slowly soften their nighttime singing as
the loons proudly share their lovely morning solo. All is quiet, except for the
harmonies of nature. Upon taking a deep breath, you feel completely
rejuvenated. The fresh, crisp air is so pleasurable that smiling becomes
involuntary. There are no people arguing, no television, no drama, no work, no
school, no nothing – just you and nature. The easygoing morning hours let you
clear your mind and free it up for noteworthy thoughts. This is a lot of the
reason why I love the outdoors. That is why most of my hobbies take place
outside. If it is a good day, I could easily have a morning like this while
doing my favorite hobbies: hunting, fishing, and camping. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The
only thing that is just as good as watching the sunrise, is watching the
sunset. The sky illuminates with an array of oranges, yellows, and hints of
red. As the shadows from the trees become longer, the crickets begin their
choir as the geese flying up above let everyone know they’re about to settle
down. Once in the twilight, the frogs begin their nightly chorus and, behind
them, you can hear the plop….plop….plop of the fish getting their last minute
meals. Looking across the lake, you see a beautifully reflected picture of the
sky up above. Following the reflection, you see the sky completely extended
across with bright, shining stars. Of the billions of stars, you gaze at one in
particular and remember that childhood rhyme. Star light, Star bright, The
first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, Have this wish I wish
tonight: For many more days like these.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700864335838787119.post-50076585514738872822012-09-29T22:22:00.002-04:002012-09-29T22:22:16.923-04:00Intro 2 of Classification Essay
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The
rising sun shines through the morning dew clinging to the leaves and grass - signaling
the start of a new day. The birds gently stir as they stretch their wings. The
fish take a quick peek above water as they collect their breakfast. At the same
time, the frogs slowly soften their nighttime singing as the loons proudly
share their lovely morning solo. All is quiet, except for the harmonies of
nature. There are no people arguing, no television, no drama, no work, no
school, no nothing – just you and nature. You are able to let your mind wander
from the daily stresses of life to the invigorating thoughts of your
surroundings. Your mind is free to think about whatever you want. This is a lot
of the reason why I love the outdoors. That is why most of my hobbies take
place outside. If it is a good day, I could have a morning like this while
doing my favorite hobbies: hunting, fishing, and camping. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700864335838787119.post-40431080801574098572012-09-29T22:21:00.002-04:002012-09-29T22:21:44.881-04:00Intro 1 of Classification Essay
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Once
you are out there and take a deep breath, you feel completely rejuvenated. The
fresh, crisp air is so pleasurable that smiling becomes involuntary. The
morning hours are quiet with gently stirring critters. You stare as nature does
its work: the morning dew slowly drips off the trees, the sun warming up the
air, and the lake slowly ‘waking up’ as it goes from being calm to having
gentle ripples. The easygoing morning hours let you clear your mind and free it
up for noteworthy thoughts. There is nothing better than being outside. That is
why most of my hobbies include being outside. If the day is right, I have
mornings like these while I'm doing my favorite hobbies: hunting, fishing, and
camping. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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