The Future

Dear Future English 110 Pupil,

Back in my day, when I first decided to take English 110, I could not help to think that it was going to be extremely boring and just like every other English class in my experiences. During the first class, that idea was quickly stomped out. My first day experience was unlike that of my other courses. Usually it is very formal, and uptight and all you do is pass out the syllabus and go over it. For this class however, it was very laid back. The desks were in a big circle that you could see and interact with everyone, rather than in constricting rows. This made peer interaction easier and more accepted.
Another thing I was happy about was the instructor. Rather than a mean, aged professor who barely spoke English, she was a very personable, dare I say, cool, lady, not too far removed from my own age. She brought us Little Debbie’s and donuts for God’s sake. Everyone knows the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, and that’s just what she did. Even when meeting to discuss the project we were working on, she was laid back and easy to talk too.
Another thing that seemed easy was the work that she assigned. It was never overly challenging but still meaningful at the same time. Through the use of blogs, rough drafts, and peer reviews, I really got to understand what the direction this course was taking. As long as you turned everything in on time, you were in good shape because even if it wasn’t your best work, the peer review sessions helped to fine tune what you were working on. I had fun with my group as well, even if it took them forever to learn my name, cough cough Holly. All in all, I had fun in English 110. I learned a lot, made some friends, and wrote one of my best papers with the help of my class and advisor. You won’t be sorry you took this class.

God is love,
Rev Run.

Numero 4... Thats number 4 in spanish

I’m sure I won’t be the only one to say that this whole common place thing seemed somewhat sketchy at first. I wasn’t sure about what it was for or how it worked so I checked it out to see what the hoop-la was about. The first article I read on there was an article referring to the misconception about pitbulls and the terror they cause. This article was an extreme eye opener about the persecution that these animals face daily. They have basically done though genocide or a holocaust. These are killed at will just because they are pitbulls. The excuse is that they are dangerous and violent animals. But the author begged to differ. They went on to describe the animals loving and caring nature and stated that of course, any animal that is abuse severely by humans would be hostile too. But if you raised one of these dogs from a puppy and loved and nurtured it. Im willing to bet that that dog would be crazy for you.

The passion that the author poured into this piece inspired me to do just the same. Hopefully, I can revise my RAP to hold such a strong stand about a subject and to convey readers as this one did to me. I read more and more articles on Common place and they are all short, easy, and extremely interesting reads. Its safe to say I could probably waste some on my internet time on here and instead of ESPN of facebook.

This mayyy be late?

Yeah this is a late post. Don’t hate me. It’s been a very hectic week. Since we already turned in our RAP's I figured I would write about the second option for this blog post which is write whatever you feel about.

So, we attend the greatest university ever established. Fact. I love this place and most everything about it. What could I possibly not like about this wonderful place you ask? Well, it all began the day before I was supposed to schedule my classes for next fall quarter. I received an email from the Bursars office stating that I couldn’t schedule any classes until I paid my outstanding balance. So I checked what I owed then just about fainted.…..$2841.00. I had no idea where this number came from. So instead of heading to math lecture, I ran to the financial aid office to see where this random amount came from. They tell me it’s a housing fund and that I have to talk to them. So I hike about 15 minutes to Morril Tower to see what’s up. They tell me it’s a loan issue and that I need to talk to Financial Aid. So I again make the journey over there and tell them what housing said to me. They then told me that I have to talk to the loan company directly. So I call them from the lobby. I’ll give you readers one guess as to who they told me to talk to. That’d be the Financial Aid Office.

At this point. I wanted to shoot someone. As bad as that sounds that is what it was coming too. Soooo what would any normal college student do in this situation. Call their mothers. And that’s exactly what I did. My mother is a great negotiator and managed to somehow get the Big Three to talk to each other and figure out this situation. After about an hour of panicking, they call me to tell that……there was an decimal place error and I owed $28.41 from some random housing toilet paper fee or something. After that, I paid it, scheduled for my 20 credit hours next fall and went home. Furious after missing 3 classes. Thank you OSU!

The Final Touches

If you look at any of my writings, it is easy to see they are far from perfect. Mainly due to the fact that I was too lazy to proof read. I have not seriously proof read a paper for school purposes in years. Why? Call it cocky, or confident but I have faith in my abilities. I don't make many grammatical errors, but just enough to get on your nerves. Another issue of mine is being able to find a balance between being vague and overly wordy. I try to always paint a picture with my adjectives but at times it comes out confusing and a mess. While at other times, I simply don't use enough of these adjectives.

A pet peeve of mine when reading a paper is when people try to sound intelligent by using huge fancy word to convey their message when really they have no idea how to use these words in such a context. A girl in my high school English class did this in everyone of her papers and always asked me to proof read her papers. I always tried to tell her in a nice way as to what she was doing wrong but she never took my advice. Paper after paper she always had points taken of for this offense.

Ps. I've been up all night, I might die of exhaustion.