Friday, December 11, 2009
Today I am working to convert and put up all the videos of the class readings we did in our English class this fall.
As I read these introductions and writings, I feel very fortunate to have been able to teach this class. The stories and feelings that are in these writings are, of course, reflections of true human experience. We always have a lot of diversity in our classes, and I think we learn from those different stories and perspectives, but what I also see is that we have a lot in common, and that by sharing our ideas we can take courage and hope from one another. That makes the work of writing very worthwhile, in my opinion.
I think all the students did a wonderful job and I hope you will also enjoy the work they share here!
Senior Lecturer in English
The Ohio State University
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
I travelled many countries including Africa and some European. I came to United States 4 years ago; I am currently attending Ohio state university in Delaware branch. My dream is to be an accountant graduate in the future.
My strongest memory from my first quarter of English 109.1 was kind of interesting, because everybody was strange to me. But a couple days later on I realized everybody was very kind and friendly. Towards my home works everything was very smooth except my first two essays. The books like Ordinary Resurrection and House of Mango Street were very interesting, according to the characters and teachings I got from. I actually learned how to write MLA style papers, because it helped me my economy research paper.
The type of writing that I am sharing with you is my journal #7. This is about Hobart elementary school I chose this topic because this was one of the best schools I admired, how it managed. Also in the future I have a plan of opening after school program which is same to Hobart school. The theme I thought was very important was the responsibility did by the teacher how he was providing transportation from his own pocket.
The Hobart Shakespeareans documentary was very useful. The students in the school have different backgrounds, from Asian and Latino, which means English, was a second language to the most of them. A lot of the students expressed their feelings towards their understanding, and they stated the difficulties that encountered with them and how poor they were in education.
These 5th grade students actually managed their character to act like Shakespeareans. I think this success is not from their parents. But their teacher who was really having twenty years experience, and he said “I was taught this skills from my home”. He meant that everybody takes his own direction, either by becoming a Pilot or a Doctor. So he chose to be a teacher .the Hobart elementary school took very important step forward which based on teamwork and honest. My response to this documentary, the most important person is the teacher, who sacrifices his and money because of them. He also took the students to the Jefferson memorial, to make the students to remember about the Vietnam War and get better citizens. The teacher also gets the patient of educating those students who are ten steps behind then the regular students. I personally have a wish to finish my dream one day, no matter how long it will take to me , but whenever I get good opportunity , I would like to create programming activities, to educate young
Hi! My name is Kara Meade, I'm 19 years old and originally from right here in central Ohio. My family moved around a little when I was little and we also lived in Washington the state and connecticut. My major is currently hospitality management. I am really excited about it because I want to do something pertaining to event planning and that could include so much! I would say one of my hobbies is young life because it takes up a lot of my time. I live on campus and I'm currently training to be a leader, so it's nice to have the fellowship that I do at my house.
From my first quarter of college, I would definitely say that English 109.01 was my favorite class. I enjoyed the atmosphere of it with the small class, and in depth discussions. I learned so much about the writing process, I never really knew how much precise details were necessary to complete a well done paper. That was for sure the area I saw myself grow the most, I feel as though a well thought out paper will come with so much ease now. Reading is even an area where i saw myself grow. Active reading was a big help in that, by making my brain depict language better.
The piece of writing I chose to read was snapshot two, characterization of a person. I picked this piece of writing because I actually described my grandpa. I really liked this snapshot i wrote because it brings back so many memories about him and my childhood. He was such an inspiration because he was such a character. No one else can compare to my Papa, I think the theme would just be family.
Growing up around my grandpa, was at times, intimidating to say the least. Papa was an English gentleman born and raised in Kharagpur, India who came to America when he was eighteen. He mostly frightened me as a little girl because of the strong willed presence he brought about the room. He had a deep accent and it was hard for me to understand him a lot, but I was usually too scared to ask him to repeat what he had sad. Papa had grey and black hair that was always slicked with a fragrant gel that matched his strong cologne. I usually envision him in his big hunting boots, suspenders, plaid flannel underneath, and a mad bomber hat to match as he is walking down his long driveway to get the paper everyday. The thing I remember most about my papa are his wise ways, and his stories about world war two, or just silly one he made up. After the death of my uncle when I was little, I distinctly remember sitting on my papa’s lap and asking him what all the beauty marks all over his olive skin were. He just laughed and said, “Oh they are from all my children and grandchildren my girl!” I come from a family of about thirty cousins, so this explanation made perfect sense to me because he had so many all over him. He explained that while every one of his kids or grandkids were being born, he pinched himself in certain places out of nervousness. So I got all excited and asked where mine was, where one of my cousins were, and I pretty much named every relative. He was patient with me and would act like he knew exactly where each one was. The bigger beauty marks were usually where the older kids were. I like thinking back to this memory of my papa because although he was a well known respected man around the town, I can still recall his kind and silly nature towards his beloved grandchildren.
My name is Bansari Ribadiya. I was originally born in India but I've been in the United States for about 7 years. I've moved many times in my life, which I don't mind because I love traveling. I am currently undecided about my major but I am planning on going into the medical field. One of my hobbies is art which no doubt is a huge part of my life.Other than that keeping my culture alive in my community is also a big chunk of my life.
A long sidewalk made of concrete and stones,
Becomes my path to peacefulness.
Leaving behind alienation to come to a place thats my own.
A path comes to a branch.
There is no longer just a sole.
Picturing which one would be optimal,
A step has been taken.
Startled, the step moved back.
Optimal thoughts have turned into full of doubts.
Then another step has been taken,
Towards the opposite direction.
Terrified the step has gotten a second thought.
Reasoning with the heart and the mind has taken over.
Combat between the two rights.
Which will win this battle.
Heart speaks out and says
Numerous paths but they will only be what the mind and the heart combined make of it.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
One of my strongest memory of our English 109.01 class would have to be the Hobart Shakespearians movie. It really changed my view on poverty and missed opportunity. Also taught me why education is still the most important piece to achieve in life. This class also helped me to be more creative with my thoughts and the writing.
The writing piece that I am going to share is my first job experience. The job taught me a lot about responsibility and maturity. Also I had some of the best moments at my jobs, and here is one of them…
My first job was at Tim Horton’s. I hated working there, because I was only 16 at that time and all my friends would be playing outside or hanging out and I would be working. Since I was the youngest there, I always got picked on, but there were some good memories that I will never forget. One time a customer came in and asked me for a diet cherry coke. Since we only had four drinks, I mixed the fruit punch, coke, and Dr. pepper and gave it to him. The manager was a good friend of mine so we goofed around a lot. At that time we also had free refills on drinks so the customer came back and asked my manager for diet cherry coke, and he said that we don’t sell that, so I ran up there and told him that we just started selling them like yesterday. The manager knew that this was a joke and he just let me do it. I will never forget this experience I had. Even though I hated working there but I learned a lot and met some of the coolest people in the world.
My strongest memory from English 109.01 was all of the creative writing we did. The writing process is a lot longer than it seems or what I used to do for papers. I saw myself grow the most as a reader by being able to pick out key events and characters.
My snapshot that I will be sharing with the class is about my name. I chose this snapshot because I thought I did a good job on it. The inspiration for this snapshot was to let people know why my name is what it is. The theme is to get to know me a little bit from what my name is and the way I describe it.
Stephen Livingston is my name. My parents told me that they thought of St. Stephen when they were thinking of names for me, and that’s how I got my name. I don’t really mind the name Stephen it’s not a very unique name kind of like wonder bread, plane and boring. Some people call me Steve-o a stunt fanatic addicted to drugs, but I’m nothing like that so I don’t know why they call me that.
I feel like people get the wrong impression of me when they use that name, but I just let it go. Another nick name is Livo a combination of Steve-o and my last name which is good and better than just Stephen, but I don’t really like it. My favorite name is Livingston; I guess it’s because that’s what my favorite teacher in high school used to call me. I really like the name will because it reminds me of one of my favorite comedians, Will Ferril who is sarcastic just like me. Yes. Something like Will, will do.
Hi my name is Nico Conti. I come from Westerville, OH and i attended St. Francis Desales for high school. I plan on becoming a radiologist, and working in a hospital in the Columbus area when I graduate. I hope I can get into the allied med program here at Ohio State. Some of the hobbies that like to do are play hockey. I plan on coaching for my old high school team at some time with in the next year or two.
My strongest memory form this class is reading the book "The House on Mango Street". I like this book because it was a read that was simple the stories in the book were short but had a lot of meaning. What i learned from the writing process is to brainstorm what you are going to be writing about. I learned that the first thing that comes to your head could not always be the best thing to write about, which happened to me on most of the papers. I thought that I could get a lot of information about the subject that came to me first but i could not get enough info. I saw my self grow the most in the peer editing. I used to not be able to find out what was wrong with other peoples papers. But now i am able to see the things that they have done wrong and help them if they need it.
The piece of writing that i am going to share with you is Snapshot 1. I choose this one because it talks about my name and some of the names that i was known as in high school. The inspiration that i have to put this writing in here is because it tells a little bit more about my self.
From the italian meaning my name means victorious people. In greek it means victory of the people. As the legend goes Niccholas saved the daughters of a poor man from lives of prostitution. He is the parton saint of children, sailors, ad merchents. He formed the name of Santa Clause who is the bringer of presents.
I think tht this name is good because it has alot of symbolic meaning and it also shows my relogion. I think my name shows the caring side of me and how i treat everyone with the sae respect. My name is bold as the person that i am named after.
Some of my nicknames that I have gotten throughout my life are Nico, which is the name that I go by. Nicola, which is what i was known as in my italian class in high school. Nick is what i get called by some of my relatives. Nicolai, which I was called by some of my coaches in sports i played in high school. Yes. Something like Nico will do.
The quiet girl in the back.
Always the girl who everyone knew. But no one’s heard.
Quiet blue eyes. Loud blond hair. He, full of confidence,
Bursting at the seams. Too good. Too good.
Warning from every direction. ‘you’ll never have
A chance.’ But he did. ‘she’s a lost cause.’ But she wasn’t.
One date, two date, now date three.
It was nice. He was charming. She wasn’t shy.
Riding a roller coaster of emotion,
Could it possibly get any better?
The quiet girl in the back.
Not so quiet anymore. But baby, love is loud.
Mouth like a motor. Heart
Like a fountain,
pouring, pouring, pouring.
My Name is Michael Birch. I was born and raised in clintonville Ohio. I am attending Ohio state University and have not yet decided a major. One of my hobbies would be sports, I love to play Football and basketball. I love Notre Dame football and Pittsburgh Steelers.
One of my strongest memories of taking 109.01 this year would be when we had to do a presentation of somebody who we felt was a good role model, or a bad role model. We did our presentation of Alex Rodriguez and I had a lot of fun learning things about Alex Rodriguez that i never new before. I think this class has helped me a lot in my writing and I think that the writing process has helped my improve, and help me be more creative in my writing.
The piece of writing that will be on this Blog is a Snapshot that is called My Name. I choose this Snapshot because it was our first snapshot and probably my favorite. I got to write about why my name was special to me. I had a lot of fun writing this snapshot.
My name is Michael Birch. The name Michael in Hebrew means "who is God" which I feel makes my name strong, like a stone that cannot be broken. I do not like to go by the name Mike; I have just never liked the name Mike. I also feel that i prefer the name Michael is because of all the other Michael's in our history that have made it a good name, people such as the Archangel Michael, Michael Jordan, who was my favorite basketball player while i played basketball. The only bad thing to the name Michael is that it is a very common name and there is almost certainly going to be another Michael when you either go to school, or on your team for a sporting event. Other than that i believe Michael is a good name with a good back round and if i have a son i am also going to name him Michael.
Yes. Something like Michael will do.
My name is Justin Dalhamer. I was born and raised in Hilliard Ohio. I’m currently attending Ohio State University and studying Criminology. One of many hobbies I enjoy is sports; I love football and I’m a diehard 49ers fan.
One of my strongest memories In English this year was when we watched the movie Hobart Shakespearians. It really influenced me to be thankful for the great teachers I’ve had in my life. This class has also helped me improve my writing process and become a creative thinker. I’ve seen myself grow a lot as a reader, I read a lot faster and take in more as I’m reading now.
The piece of writing I chose for this assignment had a big effect on me. I had a lot fun writing the snapshot because I had live memories to relive. The inspiration for the writing came from my love for my country. God Bless the USA!!!
I was on my way home from Afghanistan, elated that I would shortly be back on American soil for the first time in 10 months. I missed everything back home- from my family to music on the radio. I have always been a music lover and so easily affected by the lyrics of songs. After being gone for 10 months I was so anxious to get up to speed and hear all of the current hits. As my platoon’s bus pulled up to Camp Lejeune we were greeted by both family and friends going crazy, waving signs and screaming our names. As I stepped foot off the bus I was bummed rushed by my mom and siblings, I was so happy to be home. However, my tremendous greeting from my family is not the only thing that sticks out in my mind. When I got off the bus there was music playing in the background. It was my favorite song, Proud to Be an American. The lyrics hit closer to home now more than ever. My family and I began to cry together, but they were tears of joy.
This song has always been significant to me even prior to joining the military and now being an Afghanistan War Veteran, its significance has quadrupled. Hearing that song play in honor of us returning home from war sent cold chills running down my spine. I will never forget that day nor will I ever forget the most famous lyric to that song, I am Proud to be an American. I have witnessed many of my fellow brothers and sisters in arms make the ultimate sacrifice for this great country and I am proud to have served with such noble men and women. I am and always will always remain proud to be a Marine and an American! God bless America!
I picked me snapshot, I chose this piece because i felt it was the funniest. I got the inspiration to write this because everytime me and my friends hang out we talk about this night and how funny it was.
One Bad Night (Snapshot 5)
One night when I was 16 years old my friend Brandon and I spent the night at our friend Michael’s house. The night started off fine, we had just came back from eating and were watching tv in Michael’s living room. We were telling jokes and were having fun until around 1 in the morning. We were pretty much all falling asleep until Michael let his enormous, and annoying dog, Tippy, back in to the house. She became reenergized, like her batteries had just been changed, and started to slobber all over our faces to wake us up. Not even 5 minutes later we hear a “bang,” immediately we proceed to freak out. Collaborating on what we thought was the noise we all agree we think it was a gunshot. At first we don’t know what to do. We decide to turn off the tv, all the lights, and close all the blinds, so no one can see in the house. It is all most pitch black and my heart is pounding inside my chest. We take a quick peek out the blinds and see a car’s lights turn on in the unfinished court next to Michael’s.
Brandon was one of the funniest people I know, he could make anyone laugh, but right now the look of fright on his face was something I had never seen before. Then there was Michael, he played football and was big and was always trying to get bigger, but right now his toughness just flew out the window. Michael finally broke the silence “Dude no one is suppose to be over there, none of the house right finished yet!” The car then takes off. After a couple of minutes we compose ourselves and get ready to go outside and look around. I go to grab my shoes from the front door and double take. I scream “No!” Michael and Brandon come running to me at the front door saying “what, what.” As soon as they reached me they didn’t saw too what had happened. My car was completely white, and shinny. We walked to the car and a smell hit my noise that was the combination of burning and a hint of mistiness. I touched my car and my hands became sticky and slippery. There was shaving cream and saran wrap coving my car from top to bottom. And for the exploding sound it was a huge firework that was placed on top of my car.