Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Personal Essay

Endurance
One February morning, I remember opening my eyes and seeing all the snow on the ground from the night before. If that wasn’t exciting enough, I then realized I had no school due to February vacation. Impatiently, I recall running downstairs, and rambling into the kitchen in which my dad was sitting at the table. As normal, I tugged at my dads shirt and said, “ Daddy, let’s go play in the snow.” For the first time, my little six-year-old ears heard the words “Not right now sweetie, Daddy’s busy.” Astonished, I climbed onto the kitchen table chair and looked at what could have possibly been more vital than playing with me. My eyes fell upon half a dozen open books covering my kitchen table. I couldn’t comprehend how these dull, picture less, books were important enough to off-set our normal routine.
Not expecting to be rejected twice, I said ”How about now?” To my surprise, again he said,” Amber, Daddy can’t right now. Maybe when Mommy gets home from work she’ll go play with you.” Disgusted, I sat back in the chair, cross armed and said,
“ I’m mad at you Daddy.“ At that moment, my father could see the disappointment in my eyes. He knew I loved how much time I had been spending with him the past few days since he was laid off from work. I looked forward to this school vacation because I knew during the day my mom would go off to work and my father could stay at our house and play with me, which was something I wasn’t used to.
My father, trying to better the situation, reached his arms out to me and said, “ I need some help. Can you help me please?” After hesitating for a second, I agreed and went to him. He sat me on his lap and placed a book in front of me. He pointed to a word and said “ Do you know what that says?” Dumbfounded, I answered “ No.” He replied “ Me either.” Confused, I asked “What are you doing?” He said, “I’m doing homework.” Even more baffled, I said, “ Daddy, you’re to big to do homework.” My father then went on to explain to me a story. He told me about when he was younger and in school he never paid attention. He didn’t feel the need to. He hardly ever went to his assigned classes, and when he did, he barely listened to his teachers. He told me that when he was about fourteen years old, he stopped going to school and went to work with his father. He described how this was one of the biggest mistakes in his life. “Amber, you need to make a promise to me that you’ll always do your school work and pay close attention in school. I know its hard, but you have to always at least try. I didn’t and I have to go to school again now. I only want what’s best for you and Mommy and I cant do that without going to school.”
It became clear to me that my father was trying to explain how he only wanted what was best for me. He didn’t want me to have to do what he was doing, he would rather see me excel in life. My father was ashamed of the fact that he could no longer provide for his family due to his lack of education.
An influential person is someone who has reached out and affected or changed another person’s life in some way. There are only certain characteristics that a person can obtain, that prominently stand out and influence a person’s life. The most important, easily being endurance. That is exactly what my father proved he possessed on that day. My father showed me the regret he had for the foolish path he choose for his life. But, not letting that stop him he showed how much he cared about my mother and I, and how much he wanted to better himself so he could provide for us, by going back to school at the age of twenty-nine. My father progressed and grew into the field of business, where he obtained a career as an executive manager for a local bank. He proved to me and his family that he could make something out of himself, and that everyone gets a second chance.
From that day on, my father has been the biggest influence in my life. He has showed me that anything is possible and nothing can stop you. Anytime I feel that school is to stressful and tiring for me to handle, I always think about how my Dad, and the struggles he faced with school. He never gave up, even though it was not always easy.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Catching up...(for posts through 7/4)

Let's follow along Brie's lead and say that this week is for either
  • sentences with strong verbs, or
  • sentences that are appealing because of the way they sound.
I'll try to post some samples as well...

(Some of the people who have posted sentences, either here or or their own blogs, have been posting sentences because they liked the meaning. Try to focus instead more on how something is written, and be sure to add an explanation of just what it is about the sentence that attracts you.)

Sentence of the week- Sound


"And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain"

This is a line from Poe's "The Raven". I'm sure everyone is familiar with this poem. It is so rich. I adore the alliteration, in this line especially... silken. sad. uncertain. rustling.... all those s's!

I feel like evryone can appreciat this piece, even people who don't care for poetry. His words just blend so perfectly. You can hear the way they work together without even reading it outloud.

But... read aloud... it is phenomenal... LISTEN

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Note on sidebar links to class blogs

I've noticed that some of the links to the right aren't working. (You get a bunch of html coding--if you delete everything that followings the .com/ you can see the blogs.) I finally figured out the links that don't work are the ones where author has not done a first post yet. To test this out, if your link is not working, can you please add a test post?

Remember rough drafts are due by midnight tonight! I will try to post an initial comment on everyone's essays by early am tomorrow to give grammar feedback (class meeting on grammar will be held tomorrow at 6 pm).

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

"The young have aspirations that never come to pass, the old have reminiscences of what never happened".
By Saki.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Sentence-vivid imagery


This is from the novel, The God of Small Things, by Arundati Roy:

"It was raining; slanting sliver ropes slammed into loose earth, plowing it up like gunfire"

For me the imagery in that one sentence is amazing! Her description of the rain as silver ropes allows you to picture the constant, hard fall of rain "slamming" the earth. "plowing it up like gunfire" is wonderfully vivid, as I think we have all seen those images (in movies, i hope) where bullets spray the dirt and make it fly. That description also brings an emotional element to the the rain. It is a combative rain. You just know there is trouble taking place.

any other takes on that?

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Task for Week 2

(Sorry not to get this up earlier--I was waiting for more people to get signed in, but I see I'd better get going...)

When I ask students to find sharp details from personal essays, many seem not quite to understand what I mean. So let's start with one particular type of detail–the image. Images use words to give the reader sensory impressions: sights (most often), sounds, smells, tastes, textures. For this week, look for a sentence that gives (in that one sentence) a clear picture (or other sensory image).

Here's one that comes to mind for me from a Roger Angell essay titled "Long Voyage Home" about the 2004 baseball season:
"On his off days, Pedro Martinez settled capless into his upper corner of the dugout, wearing only remainder bits of the Boston uniform, and delivered momlike nods and smiles toward the unbuttoned Manny as he ambled toward the bat rack again."
I like the "momlike" (which is a surprise but seems right) and the "unbuttoned Manny" (which efficiently delivers his dishevelment).

And from the first page of novel I just picked up today (Tom Rachman's The Imperfectionists):
"A kitchen towel hangs from her shoulder and she wipes off her fingers, damp from peeled potatoes, dishwashing liquid, diced onions, scented from mothballed blankets, soil from the window boxes--Eileen is a woman who touches everything, tastes all, digs in."
Here I like how much of her character is conveyed through details, and how much of her surroundings. Nice rhythm with balanced structures. Also I like the way the author saves the general statement for end of sentence, letting reader experience Eileen before interpreting her (the way one does in real life).

If you find a sentence this week containing such a sharp image, please add it as a separate post. In the label box at the bottom of the posting window, please add the word "image" so that we can sort entries if anyone finds a great example in the weeks to come.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Sentence of the Week

"There is no sentence too short to be acceptable in the eyes of God" Willian Zinsser
We should be concise when communicating our ideas. It is no about quantity, but quality.