Outro Classification Essay
One thing you need to remember when you get into your vehicle and buckle up is that you are not the only person going out today. You need to keep your guard up at all times and be aware of all the drivers who seem to have no clue that they are not alone on the road. If you happen upon an obnoxious driver who seems to be trying to push everyone else off the road, steer clear of them. If you come up on a slow poke who is too busy looking out their driver’s side windows at the events going on outside then you need to keep your foot near the brake because more than likely they are going to be slamming their own brakes on in the near future so that they can look at an accident on the opposite side of the median. Finally, if you happen upon one of the drivers who think they can drive with their knees while they have a phone in their ear, music blaring out the windows, have a coke in one hand and a hair brush in the other my advice would be to immediately pull over to the side of the road until they pass, because sooner rather than later they are going to make a mistake and you don’t want to be the one they make it with. If you keep these three classifications of horrible drivers in your mind at all times you should get to your destination whole and unharmed. If you fall into one of these classifications maybe you should rethink your habits, it could mean someone’s life.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Intro 1 & 2 Classification Essay
INTRO 1
I think that you should have to have an IQ of over 100 to drive a vehicle. I have been driving for over 15 years. I have noticed many bad and stupid habits that a majority of people have while behind the wheel. I have sorted them into three different classes. The first of these offensive drivers are the obnoxious drivers. Next are the slow pokes and rubberneckers (who I have put in the same classification because they always seem to be one and the same). Last but certainly not least there are the people who seem to be driving with their heads up their butts. Opinions vary on these classifications so I am going on my own experiences and views.
INTRO 2
Driving is a privilege that many people share. Up until a few years ago driving was fun and seemed to be a lot safer than it is now. It seems that in the past five to ten years driving has gone from an enjoyable and somewhat safe experience to a situation where you are risking your life just to make a run to the grocery store. There are three classifications of terrible drivers out there to watch out for. The obnoxious drivers who can’t even get out of their own way fast enough, the people who go under the speed limit so they don’t miss anything that is going on around them (except for what is right in front of them), and the people who think that while driving a car they can do anything else they feel like doing. These people are all dangerous in their own rights and should be avoided at all costs.
I think that you should have to have an IQ of over 100 to drive a vehicle. I have been driving for over 15 years. I have noticed many bad and stupid habits that a majority of people have while behind the wheel. I have sorted them into three different classes. The first of these offensive drivers are the obnoxious drivers. Next are the slow pokes and rubberneckers (who I have put in the same classification because they always seem to be one and the same). Last but certainly not least there are the people who seem to be driving with their heads up their butts. Opinions vary on these classifications so I am going on my own experiences and views.
INTRO 2
Driving is a privilege that many people share. Up until a few years ago driving was fun and seemed to be a lot safer than it is now. It seems that in the past five to ten years driving has gone from an enjoyable and somewhat safe experience to a situation where you are risking your life just to make a run to the grocery store. There are three classifications of terrible drivers out there to watch out for. The obnoxious drivers who can’t even get out of their own way fast enough, the people who go under the speed limit so they don’t miss anything that is going on around them (except for what is right in front of them), and the people who think that while driving a car they can do anything else they feel like doing. These people are all dangerous in their own rights and should be avoided at all costs.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Graf #9 Meta-graf for Cause Essay
I came up with the topic of my cause essay from my sons. We were talking about little league the other day. The boys were talking about how they couldn’t wait to play in the spring because they had so much fun last year. I told them how much fun I had when I played as a kid. My oldest son told me that girls shouldn’t play baseball. That’s when inspiration hit and I got out my trusty laptop and started to write. I had tried once already to start a cause essay, but my topic was just too broad. But, with the topic of playing baseball was hit upon, I knew that I had to write about it.
Once the words started to come to me they just flowed onto the screen from my fingertips. I had to stop twice to resolve an argument between my boys, who were fighting about who has to brush their teeth first, and whose turn it was to play on the computer. Overall I’d say that this essay was pretty easy to write once I found a topic that suited it.
Once the words started to come to me they just flowed onto the screen from my fingertips. I had to stop twice to resolve an argument between my boys, who were fighting about who has to brush their teeth first, and whose turn it was to play on the computer. Overall I’d say that this essay was pretty easy to write once I found a topic that suited it.
Cause Essay
There I was, standing in left field. The sun was shining and there was the smell of freshly mown grass drifting through the field. I heard the crack of the bat hitting the ball and looked up to see it coming my way. I backed up, put my glove over my head and caught the ball. What was I doing there in left field? Why would a nine year old girl be playing on an all boy’s little league team? Three reasons come to mind. The first is that I loved the game of baseball. The second is that my older brother played and I wanted him to respect me and finally it felt great to hear my mom rooting from the bleachers when it was my turn at bat.
I loved the feeling of being up at bat. That feeling of waiting for just the right pitch to come my way was so exciting. What made it even better was the fact that my mom would be sitting in the bleachers cheering me on. When I hit the ball she was the loudest one cheering, and when I struck out she was there to offer encouragement, and sympathy. She made me proud to be out on the field just by being at every game and rooting for me.
My older brother also played on my team. He was one of the reasons the I wanted to play baseball. I enjoyed the time he spent with me in our backyard, pitching to me so that I could hit better and playing pass with me until it got so dark outside that we couldn’t see the ball. I wanted him to respect me and be proud that his little sister was good enough to play little league even though she was a girl.
I can remember watching baseball on television a few nights a week with my brother. I didn’t really understand all the rules, but the excitement when Mark McGuire hit a homerun, or when Ricky Henderson stole second always made the game fun for me. My older brother and his friends were always playing baseball in the field in the back of our home. They let me play when they had an odd number of players. I enjoyed hitting the ball and running the wooden blocks that substituted as bases. I loved it when I caught a fly ball or when I tagged one of the older boys out on base.
I have always loved playing baseball. Although being out on the field or up at bat still gets my blood pumping, I gave up on playing by the time I hit thirteen years old . There were more girl oriented activities to pursue. My brother went on to play baseball all through his high school years, and even now almost fourteen years later we still go out in back of my parents home and get a game going with both us, our spouses and our kids. My mother still watches from a chair on the back deck and she still cheers for me when I hit the ball across the field. The only difference between now and when I was little, is that now I am the teacher and my own kids are the pupils. I hope to instill the love of the game in them that I still have to this day.
I loved the feeling of being up at bat. That feeling of waiting for just the right pitch to come my way was so exciting. What made it even better was the fact that my mom would be sitting in the bleachers cheering me on. When I hit the ball she was the loudest one cheering, and when I struck out she was there to offer encouragement, and sympathy. She made me proud to be out on the field just by being at every game and rooting for me.
My older brother also played on my team. He was one of the reasons the I wanted to play baseball. I enjoyed the time he spent with me in our backyard, pitching to me so that I could hit better and playing pass with me until it got so dark outside that we couldn’t see the ball. I wanted him to respect me and be proud that his little sister was good enough to play little league even though she was a girl.
I can remember watching baseball on television a few nights a week with my brother. I didn’t really understand all the rules, but the excitement when Mark McGuire hit a homerun, or when Ricky Henderson stole second always made the game fun for me. My older brother and his friends were always playing baseball in the field in the back of our home. They let me play when they had an odd number of players. I enjoyed hitting the ball and running the wooden blocks that substituted as bases. I loved it when I caught a fly ball or when I tagged one of the older boys out on base.
I have always loved playing baseball. Although being out on the field or up at bat still gets my blood pumping, I gave up on playing by the time I hit thirteen years old . There were more girl oriented activities to pursue. My brother went on to play baseball all through his high school years, and even now almost fourteen years later we still go out in back of my parents home and get a game going with both us, our spouses and our kids. My mother still watches from a chair on the back deck and she still cheers for me when I hit the ball across the field. The only difference between now and when I was little, is that now I am the teacher and my own kids are the pupils. I hope to instill the love of the game in them that I still have to this day.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Cause Essay Outro #2
I have always loved playing baseball. Although being out on the field or up at bat still gets my blood pumping, I gave up on playing by the time I hit thirteen years old . There were more girl oriented activities to pursue. My brother went on to play baseball all through his high school years, and even now almost fourteen years later we still go out in back of my parents home and get a game going with both us, our spouses and our kids. My mother still watches from a chair on the back deck and she still cheers for me when I hit the ball across the field. The only difference between now and when I was little, is that now I am the teacher and my own kids are the pupils. I hope to instill the love of the game in them that I still have to this day.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
graf 8 reaction to cause essays
I remember that feeling of falling out of love. It doesn't happen all at once, it just seems that way. You go from feeling all squishy inside about that special person, to just having a warm tenderness. From that warm tenderness you transition into a friendship. That is how it was with my first love. I remember holding hands at school and making out in his car after school. It was so exciting. Then after a while we just watched t.v. and cuddled or went to the movies and actually watched the movie. I can remember the final stage when he used to bring his homework to my house and we would just sit and help each other out on problems in algebra.
We just both lost that squishy feeling for eachother and became the best of friends. Sometimes I think falling in love can lead to the best friendships you can have. To this day I am still friends with my first love. The squishy feelings may be gone but they were replaced with even stronger feelings of loyalty, companionship, and trust.
We just both lost that squishy feeling for eachother and became the best of friends. Sometimes I think falling in love can lead to the best friendships you can have. To this day I am still friends with my first love. The squishy feelings may be gone but they were replaced with even stronger feelings of loyalty, companionship, and trust.
Intro 2 to cause essay
Playing little league baseball being a nine year old girl was one of the most exciting times of my young life. I loved the feeling of being up to bat and waiting for the pitcher to throw me just the right pitch. I wanted my older brother to be proud to say that I was his little sister and being on his baseball team was just what I thought would achieve that goal. I also treasured the feeling of pride that my mom gave me when she cheered for me from the bleachers. Watching baseball games on television with my brother and playing with him and his friends out in my parents backyard also fueled my desire to play. Without these three reasons I never would have picked up a bat and developed the passion I have for baseball that I still carry with me today.
Intro 1 to cause essay
There I was, standing in left field. The sun was shining and there was the smell of freshly mown grass drifting through the field. I heard the crack of the bat hitting the ball and looked up to see it coming my way. I backed up, put my glove over my head and caught the ball. What was I doing there in left field? Why would a nine year old girl be playing on an all boy’s little league team? Three reasons come to mind. The first is that I loved the game of baseball. The second is that my older brother played and I wanted him to respect me and finally it felt great to hear my mom rooting from the bleachers when it was my turn at bat.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Graf 7 Person
Graf 7
Have you ever met one of those people that you always seem to remember when the going gets tough? Someone who even though the odds are against them has managed to overcome a staggering situation?
My younger brother Larry is one of those people. Almost two years ago I received a devastating call from my mother. “Larry is in the hospital in Lewiston and he is in a coma.” Needless to say, I was extremely distressed. As it turns out, while Larry was skiing at Sugarloaf he went off the trail and slammed into a tree. Of course, he wasn’t wearing his helmet so the damage was quite bad. He shattered his pelvis, broke his left arm, bruised the left side of his torso, and jarred his brain around inside his head. The first time I saw him was a shock. He had his left arm in a cast, a breathing tube in his trachea, a feeding tube in his stomach, and he was a mass of bruising and swelling. He stayed in his coma for weeks. When he finally came out of it he couldn’t talk and his muscles in his whole left side were also so tensed up that he could barely move them. After all of the testing and retesting done to him we found out that my baby brother had major damage to his nerves in his brain and he would probably never get back to the physical condition he was in before. On top of that his short term memory and his speech were severely impaired. Larry was sent to a rehabilitation center but went home to my parents after a few weeks because he couldn’t handle the facility he was in. After a year and a half of therapy five days a week, Larry no longer needs a wheelchair and he can walk with a walker. He can write with his left hand again although it is a little sloppy. His speech will never be perfect because of the damage to his trachea due to the breathing tube, but he is understandable. He works everyday to improve his memory and has come a long way in gaining this back. Although he will never be able to drive or live without assistance again, he can still do things for himself. When I think about how things aren’t going the way I want them to or when I’m feeling down about myself, I think of my brother Larry. He went from a healthy, able bodied 24 year old to a helpless, broken 24 year old in a matter of seconds. Yet, somehow he has overcome the tragedy in his life, through pain, determination, and shear stubbornness he has over come the severe damage done to his body and brain. I look up to my little brother and it is him I think of when the going gets tough.
Have you ever met one of those people that you always seem to remember when the going gets tough? Someone who even though the odds are against them has managed to overcome a staggering situation?
My younger brother Larry is one of those people. Almost two years ago I received a devastating call from my mother. “Larry is in the hospital in Lewiston and he is in a coma.” Needless to say, I was extremely distressed. As it turns out, while Larry was skiing at Sugarloaf he went off the trail and slammed into a tree. Of course, he wasn’t wearing his helmet so the damage was quite bad. He shattered his pelvis, broke his left arm, bruised the left side of his torso, and jarred his brain around inside his head. The first time I saw him was a shock. He had his left arm in a cast, a breathing tube in his trachea, a feeding tube in his stomach, and he was a mass of bruising and swelling. He stayed in his coma for weeks. When he finally came out of it he couldn’t talk and his muscles in his whole left side were also so tensed up that he could barely move them. After all of the testing and retesting done to him we found out that my baby brother had major damage to his nerves in his brain and he would probably never get back to the physical condition he was in before. On top of that his short term memory and his speech were severely impaired. Larry was sent to a rehabilitation center but went home to my parents after a few weeks because he couldn’t handle the facility he was in. After a year and a half of therapy five days a week, Larry no longer needs a wheelchair and he can walk with a walker. He can write with his left hand again although it is a little sloppy. His speech will never be perfect because of the damage to his trachea due to the breathing tube, but he is understandable. He works everyday to improve his memory and has come a long way in gaining this back. Although he will never be able to drive or live without assistance again, he can still do things for himself. When I think about how things aren’t going the way I want them to or when I’m feeling down about myself, I think of my brother Larry. He went from a healthy, able bodied 24 year old to a helpless, broken 24 year old in a matter of seconds. Yet, somehow he has overcome the tragedy in his life, through pain, determination, and shear stubbornness he has over come the severe damage done to his body and brain. I look up to my little brother and it is him I think of when the going gets tough.
Graf #6 Response to Isearch
Graf #6
I think that the isearch is a great idea. It seems a much better concept than writing an essay about one single topic that you may not have any interest in. I like the idea of writing about a topic that will give you the knowledge about something that you want to know more about. The way the isearch is to be written is also a plus. The format isn’t in essay form but it is broken down into categories and sub-categories which makes it easier to research and write about your topic. The isearch seems to me to be a great new way to write a paper. I wish more instructors would come around to this way of thinking.
I think that the isearch is a great idea. It seems a much better concept than writing an essay about one single topic that you may not have any interest in. I like the idea of writing about a topic that will give you the knowledge about something that you want to know more about. The way the isearch is to be written is also a plus. The format isn’t in essay form but it is broken down into categories and sub-categories which makes it easier to research and write about your topic. The isearch seems to me to be a great new way to write a paper. I wish more instructors would come around to this way of thinking.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Graf #5 Things
Graf 5 Things
I have a box of “things”. I have kept them from my years of high school. They sit in the old cardboard Avon box in the bottom of my closet. I go through them once in a while to stir up old memories.
There is my white graduation cap and gown. They aren’t so white now they have yellowed a little with age and they are wrinkled from being folded for so long. They bring back the memory of my three best friends whom I spent my entire senior year with. We worked together, partied together, learned to drive together and slept at each others houses even during the school week. I only talk with one of those friends now and that only happens a few times a year. It’s funny how people grow apart after high school.
In my cardboard box is also a stack of papers that I wrote in English class. My poetry and a few short stories with A’s on the top written in red. There is also my prized critical. It took me almost a month to write that monster twenty page paper. I loved every minute of it. I enjoyed reading the old books about King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table even though getting through Tennyson’s book was a little tedious.
There is my high school letter and all my pins for it. From playing soccer to graduation with honors. I was more a geek than jock. I loved my homework and studying, as much as I loved to smoke and get trashed on the weekends.
There are my old yearbooks full of all those cryptic notes from my friends on the blank pages. There are also the old standbys “have a great summer” and “call me” from people I can hardly remember. There are all the black and white photos of my classmates. I circled all my crushes that I couldn’t get the nerve to talk to and I X’d off all the faces of my ex boyfriends. I wonder what they are all doing now. Are they happy? Do they have good lives?
On the bottom of the box is a set of fuzzy pompoms from Happy Wheels. I used to go there roller skating every Sunday. I never did get very good at it but I remember the good times I had with my cousin trying to learn how to skate backwards or doing the “limbo” and falling flat on our asses. I remember the boy I met there and how I had such a huge crush on him.
It’s funny how we associate “things” with our memories. Just looking at them brings us back to the place and time we acquired them. They don’t just bring back the memories; they bring back the feelings, smells, and voices of our past. I’ll never part with my old cardboard Avon box, even though the things inside aren’t valuable in monetary terms, they are invaluable to me.
I have a box of “things”. I have kept them from my years of high school. They sit in the old cardboard Avon box in the bottom of my closet. I go through them once in a while to stir up old memories.
There is my white graduation cap and gown. They aren’t so white now they have yellowed a little with age and they are wrinkled from being folded for so long. They bring back the memory of my three best friends whom I spent my entire senior year with. We worked together, partied together, learned to drive together and slept at each others houses even during the school week. I only talk with one of those friends now and that only happens a few times a year. It’s funny how people grow apart after high school.
In my cardboard box is also a stack of papers that I wrote in English class. My poetry and a few short stories with A’s on the top written in red. There is also my prized critical. It took me almost a month to write that monster twenty page paper. I loved every minute of it. I enjoyed reading the old books about King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table even though getting through Tennyson’s book was a little tedious.
There is my high school letter and all my pins for it. From playing soccer to graduation with honors. I was more a geek than jock. I loved my homework and studying, as much as I loved to smoke and get trashed on the weekends.
There are my old yearbooks full of all those cryptic notes from my friends on the blank pages. There are also the old standbys “have a great summer” and “call me” from people I can hardly remember. There are all the black and white photos of my classmates. I circled all my crushes that I couldn’t get the nerve to talk to and I X’d off all the faces of my ex boyfriends. I wonder what they are all doing now. Are they happy? Do they have good lives?
On the bottom of the box is a set of fuzzy pompoms from Happy Wheels. I used to go there roller skating every Sunday. I never did get very good at it but I remember the good times I had with my cousin trying to learn how to skate backwards or doing the “limbo” and falling flat on our asses. I remember the boy I met there and how I had such a huge crush on him.
It’s funny how we associate “things” with our memories. Just looking at them brings us back to the place and time we acquired them. They don’t just bring back the memories; they bring back the feelings, smells, and voices of our past. I’ll never part with my old cardboard Avon box, even though the things inside aren’t valuable in monetary terms, they are invaluable to me.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Graf #4 Unique
I love to read, write and watch horror movies. I have a toe that points away from my big toe after healing the wrong way from a break. I have no gallbladder and three incision scars where it was taken out.
I have a scar on my belly from three c-sections. I have many small burn scars on my hands from my four year job at KFC when I was a teenager.
I drive a Chevy Blazer and a Pontiac Grand Prix. I have three beautiful children two boys and my baby girl. I am not exactly the neatest person alive (not even close).
My eyes change from brown to green with my emotions. I suffer from depression. My right foot is a half size bigger than my left foot.
I found three gray hairs in my bangs yesterday (which were promptly plucked out). Breaking Benjamin, Hinder, and Better than Ezra are my favorite bands. I don’t drink alcohol, but I do smoke cigarettes.
I have a scar on my belly from three c-sections. I have many small burn scars on my hands from my four year job at KFC when I was a teenager.
I drive a Chevy Blazer and a Pontiac Grand Prix. I have three beautiful children two boys and my baby girl. I am not exactly the neatest person alive (not even close).
My eyes change from brown to green with my emotions. I suffer from depression. My right foot is a half size bigger than my left foot.
I found three gray hairs in my bangs yesterday (which were promptly plucked out). Breaking Benjamin, Hinder, and Better than Ezra are my favorite bands. I don’t drink alcohol, but I do smoke cigarettes.
Graf #3 Inventory and inventory
Graf #3 Inventory
Book inventory
Books by Diana Gabaldon
Book inventory
Books by Diana Gabaldon
- Outlander
- Dragonfly in Amber
- The Fiery Cross
- Voyager
- Drums of Autumn
- Lasher
- The Witching Hour
- Taltos
- The entire Gunslinger Series
- From a Buick 8
- Cell
- Everything’s Eventual
- The Kadin
- Betrayed
- Beloved
- Rosamund
- Until You
- Phillipa
- The Last Heiress
- Morrigan’s Cross
- Dance of the Gods
- Valley of Silence
- Born in Fire
- Born in Ice
- Born in Sin
- Blue Dahlia
- Black Rose
- Red Lily
- The whole Left Behind Series by Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins
- Wolf Tales IV by Kate Douglas
- Devil May Cry by Sherrilyn Kenyon
From the amount of books listed I would say this woman loves to read. She seems to enjoy a good romance novel, but they have to involve a story with mystery and peril. Judging from the Anne Rice and Stephen King she also seems to like the paranormal and fantasy as well. It seems that this woman has a few favorite authors and she sticks to buying only their books. Maybe she should broaden her range of genre. She could pick up a little poetry or non-fiction works just to add a splash of variety. Overall I would say that this person is an avid reader and likes to get caught up in the fantasy of a good fiction novel.
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