Dear English 110 student,
Welcome to English 110. I know the name of the course is english, but it is really a writing course. You will do more writing, editing, revising and blogging than you have done in any english course before. Be prepared for anything. You will be doing a little bit of everything. I have written just about everything this quarter. I have become a much more skilled writer and writing has definitely become easier. Writing every day makes you come up with new ways to look at things and new ways to get started on assignments.
I do have a few tips for those of you about to embark on your english 110 journey. My first recommendation would be to choose a course focused on a topic that you are interested in. I didn’t know that there were any choices for what the class would be about. I don’t have anything against syfy, but I don’t watch any syfy shows and I probably would have chosen a different topic. My biggest suggestion once you are in english 110 though is to keep up on all of what you are asked to do. There are a lot of blogs and individually they don’t have much weight, but if you miss too many of them, they really add up. The blog project could make or break your grade, and in the long run they are free points. Also, make use of the writing center. The writing center did wonders for the quality of my papers.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
#69 Playoffs! Are You Kidding Me?! Playoffs!
Finally, the last blog about anything! I still have no idea what to blog about. Sooo how about these playoffs? Both basketball and hockey have been really exciting. I was impressed at the quality of this year’s NBA playoffs. The top teams that have been up there the last few years got knocked out early. The Lakers aren’t going to three-peat, the Celtics are out, the Spurs were bounced by the Grizzlies, and the Magic couldn’t get it going. I was disappointed in a few teams though. I was hoping that the Suns would have at least made the playoffs because I’m a Steve Nash fan. Even though the Thunder lost, making it to the conference semis isn’t anything to be ashamed of. Game two of the finals was exciting, mainly because the Heat blew a big lead in the last six minutes. Lets go Mavs!
The NHL playoffs have been extremely entertaining as well. I was sad that the Blue Jackets didn’t make it, but they were fun to watch all season. It is nice to see some new teams in the Stanley Cup Finals. No Red Wings, Penguins, Avalanche, Blackhawks, or Capitals to be found. The first two games of the Finals have been two of the best hockey games I have ever seen. The first was extremely physical, and no one scored until the Canucks put the game away in the last 18 seconds. The second was a little sloppier, and Timmy Thomas’s aggressive goalkeeping cost him at the end of the game. He tried to get in front of Alex Burrows, but couldn’t quite get there and Burrows snuck in a wraparound eleven seconds into OT.
The NHL playoffs have been extremely entertaining as well. I was sad that the Blue Jackets didn’t make it, but they were fun to watch all season. It is nice to see some new teams in the Stanley Cup Finals. No Red Wings, Penguins, Avalanche, Blackhawks, or Capitals to be found. The first two games of the Finals have been two of the best hockey games I have ever seen. The first was extremely physical, and no one scored until the Canucks put the game away in the last 18 seconds. The second was a little sloppier, and Timmy Thomas’s aggressive goalkeeping cost him at the end of the game. He tried to get in front of Alex Burrows, but couldn’t quite get there and Burrows snuck in a wraparound eleven seconds into OT.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
#68 Anything
The first rule of fight club: you don’t talk about fight club. The second rule of fight club: you don’t talk about fight club! Third rule: no shirt, no shoes. If someone taps out or goes limp, the fight is over. Two men to a fight, one fight at a time. The last rule: if this is your first night at fight club, you have to fight.
I’m not exactly sure why I started this blog like this. I have been watching The Ultimate Fighter marathon today. I haven’t watched it at all this season, but they showed all the episodes today. I watched some of them, but I have been trying to get my chemistry homework done so I haven’t been paying a lot of attention. I got hooked on the ultimate fighter last year or two years ago when Kimbo Slice was on it. It was finally a heavyweight division season. They usually have guys that are 170 or 185 pounds, so having 270 pound monsters on the show was a nice change of pace. I’m not a huge UFC fan, but The Ultimate Fighter gives you a nice look at how fighters live and what they think about going into a fights as well as during fights. I have always wondered what it would be like to be a fighter. I think I like the idea of training and being in fighting shape more than actually getting my face beaten in every week. I am one of the few people that love working out and challenging my body, so training like a fighter would be really fun.
I’m not exactly sure why I started this blog like this. I have been watching The Ultimate Fighter marathon today. I haven’t watched it at all this season, but they showed all the episodes today. I watched some of them, but I have been trying to get my chemistry homework done so I haven’t been paying a lot of attention. I got hooked on the ultimate fighter last year or two years ago when Kimbo Slice was on it. It was finally a heavyweight division season. They usually have guys that are 170 or 185 pounds, so having 270 pound monsters on the show was a nice change of pace. I’m not a huge UFC fan, but The Ultimate Fighter gives you a nice look at how fighters live and what they think about going into a fights as well as during fights. I have always wondered what it would be like to be a fighter. I think I like the idea of training and being in fighting shape more than actually getting my face beaten in every week. I am one of the few people that love working out and challenging my body, so training like a fighter would be really fun.
Friday, June 3, 2011
#67 Anything
At only thirteen, there hadn’t been many opportunities for me to go into the real world unattended. So when I was flying to Colorado by myself, I was entirely excited. It was, what I thought, a simple flight plan: Detroit to . I have nothing to worry about. This’ll be sweet. What good that adolescent tenacity did me.
I left my parents at the security check point, and off I went. Free at last. I felt like I knew the motions of going through the airport well enough. Still, I manage to get completely lost. Is this an airport or a labyrinth? Gate letters and numbers didn’t seem to follow a cohesive pattern. Uneasiness creeps in. But, I never think to ask for help, not out of pride but embarrassment instead. So as I continue to walk around disoriented, I get frantic. Oh my god, I’m going to miss my flight. But, I finally see the finish line that was Gate 34C and make it just in time for boarding. Fate, however, likes to play cruel tricks on me. Great, a two-hour delay, all this worry for nothing. Nonetheless, I was relieved; the hurdle was cleared and disaster, avoided. I eventually board, pop Dramamine to offset my horrendous motion sickness, and sleep the entire flight.
While I wait to retrieve my luggage, the baggage claim goes round and round. With each rotation, my spirit descends once again. The conveyor belt stops. It’s just me and other people’s stray luggage. I just can‘t win, can I? Completely crushed, I leave to find my family in hopes that they will fix everything. I scan the arrival area which was a dense sea of people--no familiar faces. They must not have known about the delay… And just when all hope was lost, when this already overextended nightmare was about to be prolonged again, I hear my name.
I left my parents at the security check point, and off I went. Free at last. I felt like I knew the motions of going through the airport well enough. Still, I manage to get completely lost. Is this an airport or a labyrinth? Gate letters and numbers didn’t seem to follow a cohesive pattern. Uneasiness creeps in. But, I never think to ask for help, not out of pride but embarrassment instead. So as I continue to walk around disoriented, I get frantic. Oh my god, I’m going to miss my flight. But, I finally see the finish line that was Gate 34C and make it just in time for boarding. Fate, however, likes to play cruel tricks on me. Great, a two-hour delay, all this worry for nothing. Nonetheless, I was relieved; the hurdle was cleared and disaster, avoided. I eventually board, pop Dramamine to offset my horrendous motion sickness, and sleep the entire flight.
While I wait to retrieve my luggage, the baggage claim goes round and round. With each rotation, my spirit descends once again. The conveyor belt stops. It’s just me and other people’s stray luggage. I just can‘t win, can I? Completely crushed, I leave to find my family in hopes that they will fix everything. I scan the arrival area which was a dense sea of people--no familiar faces. They must not have known about the delay… And just when all hope was lost, when this already overextended nightmare was about to be prolonged again, I hear my name.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
#66 Anything
This is the story of a girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world! And while she looked so sad in photographs, I absolutely love her, when she smiles... How many days in a year? She woke up with hope but she only found tears. And I can be so insincere, making her promises never for real! As long as she stands there waiting, wearing the holes in the soles of her shoes! How many days disappear? When you look in the mirror so how do you choose? Your clothes never wear as well the next day, and your hair never falls in quite the same way, but you never seem to run out of things to say... This is the story of a girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world! And while she looked so sad in photographs, I absolutely love her, when she smiles… How many lovers would stay? Just to put of with this shit day after day! How did we wind up this way? Watching our mouths for the words that we say. As long as we stand here waiting, Wearing the clothes of the souls that we choose! How do we get there today? When we're walking to far for the price of our shoes! Your clothes never wear as well the next day, and your hair never falls in quite the same way, But you never seem to run out of things to say!... This is the story of a girl,
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world! And while she looked so sad in photographs, I absolutely love her, when she smiles… Your clothes never wear as well the next day,and your hair never falls in quite the same way, but you never seem to run out of things to say... This is the story of a girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world! And while she looks so sad in photographs, I absolutely love her
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world! And while she looked so sad in photographs, I absolutely love her, when she smiles… Your clothes never wear as well the next day,and your hair never falls in quite the same way, but you never seem to run out of things to say... This is the story of a girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world! And while she looks so sad in photographs, I absolutely love her
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
#65 Traveling
My first time that I ever flew in an airplane, I was taking a trip to St. Louis. I remember reading the travel brochure the entire flight. I decided to create my own travel brochure for the city.
There are plenty of reasons to visit St. Louis! To start, there’s the obvious: our claim to fame, the iconic image of the “Gateway to the West”, The Arch in its monumental grandeur. To continue with downtown attractions, I introduce the Botanical Gardens, boasting almost 80 acres of exotic foliage. Then there is Forest Park. Trumping New York’s Central Park in size, it includes the largest outdoor amphitheater, The Muny, our free history museum showcasing national and local artifacts, free art museum displaying original Monets and Picassos, free zoo equipped with lions, tigers, and bears (oh my), and many others of St. Louis’ most popular attractions. The City Museum, which is a misnomer, less of a museum and more of an ultimate jungle gym, maze, hide & seek playing field, and artistic wonderland. It is a guaranteed good time.
Another attribute of our proud city is music. St. Louis is the birth mother of many music artists, from deep seeded roots in old school rock ‘n’ roll with Chuck Berry and Ike and Tina Turner to bluesy jazz with Miles Davis to modern hip-hop with Chingy “chillin’ at the Holiday Inn,” Huey “pop, lock, and droppin’ it,” J-Kwon ‘in the club gettin’ tipsy,” and most importantly, Nelly, our most famous and most loved rapper. He often references “the Lou” in many of his most popular songs, showing pride as a real St. Louisan should.
There are plenty of reasons to visit St. Louis! To start, there’s the obvious: our claim to fame, the iconic image of the “Gateway to the West”, The Arch in its monumental grandeur. To continue with downtown attractions, I introduce the Botanical Gardens, boasting almost 80 acres of exotic foliage. Then there is Forest Park. Trumping New York’s Central Park in size, it includes the largest outdoor amphitheater, The Muny, our free history museum showcasing national and local artifacts, free art museum displaying original Monets and Picassos, free zoo equipped with lions, tigers, and bears (oh my), and many others of St. Louis’ most popular attractions. The City Museum, which is a misnomer, less of a museum and more of an ultimate jungle gym, maze, hide & seek playing field, and artistic wonderland. It is a guaranteed good time.
Another attribute of our proud city is music. St. Louis is the birth mother of many music artists, from deep seeded roots in old school rock ‘n’ roll with Chuck Berry and Ike and Tina Turner to bluesy jazz with Miles Davis to modern hip-hop with Chingy “chillin’ at the Holiday Inn,” Huey “pop, lock, and droppin’ it,” J-Kwon ‘in the club gettin’ tipsy,” and most importantly, Nelly, our most famous and most loved rapper. He often references “the Lou” in many of his most popular songs, showing pride as a real St. Louisan should.
Monday, May 30, 2011
#63 A rough few weeks
A few days ago, I was at my friend’s house. We were all sitting around watching the Indians game, when some of his other friends rushed into the room wearing full paintball gear yelling and pretending to be a SWAT team. They were shouting at us all to get on the ground and shut up. One came up to me and put the paintball gun to my chest and ordered me to get on the ground. We were startled at first, but soon recognized the voices and realized who were behind the masks. They soon gave up the hoax and we all started laughing, when I hear a pffft and an “oops”. I felt like my chest was on fire and sure enough, when I looked down I saw orange paint all over my shirt.
A few weeks ago, my friends and went to see Fast Five. Afterwards, we all went back to one of my friend’s dorm. Within the first ten minutes of getting back, something happened that I will not forget any time soon. One of the kids from his floor, who was no doubt drunk, slowly walked into his room. The door was wide open, as it usually is, but no one in the room has even talked to this kid before. I thought it was a little strange seeing him walk in, so I was curious to see what he was up to. This kid walked straight up to my friend’s futon and started reaching for his waistband. He was about to pee all over the futon!!! I quickly started screaming at him, “NO NO NO NO!!! Not right there!!” Luckily, I did react before my friend’s futon was turned into a urinal.
A few weeks ago, my friends and went to see Fast Five. Afterwards, we all went back to one of my friend’s dorm. Within the first ten minutes of getting back, something happened that I will not forget any time soon. One of the kids from his floor, who was no doubt drunk, slowly walked into his room. The door was wide open, as it usually is, but no one in the room has even talked to this kid before. I thought it was a little strange seeing him walk in, so I was curious to see what he was up to. This kid walked straight up to my friend’s futon and started reaching for his waistband. He was about to pee all over the futon!!! I quickly started screaming at him, “NO NO NO NO!!! Not right there!!” Luckily, I did react before my friend’s futon was turned into a urinal.
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