Only I know what I enjoy to read and will not put me to sleep. When we got to pick what I wanted to read about and write the paper on. I could really get focused into the book and paper because it interested me. Now only a couple of papers interest me and keep me attuned to the book. The ECA had me read a boring story then write a paper about it, and that was a struggle for me because the story was beginning to bore me to death.
My group always focused on their roles and contributed as much as they could. As soon as we got into our group, everyone would start to talk excitingly about the book. When we were answering questions most of us would answer unless someone else had already said what we were about to. I did not have a single problem with my group. The roles in the literature circles are mostly balanced, except I felt like the Connector does more than the rest seeing as they are required to write roughly one paragraph for each connection and it is quite difficult to find some of the connections.
Most of my writing struggle#s start with me staring at a blan page trying to thin of how or even what I am going to write down. I believe the correct term for this issue is $writers# bloc.% I have found out that using a piece of paper to write down my random thoughts and ideas that come to mind seem to help me with getting some in on the blan pagethat sits in front of me. For some reason when I see the paper full of my thoughts I begin torelax, and this allows me to start building some confidence toward writing. When I feel I haveenough info I can use to get my writing process rolling, I start writing my draft not stopping tothin about my spelling, punctuation or grammar. Without this prewriting strategy, I would nothave a strong outline to use for my draft paper.
Another reason why Lani is my role model is her personality. I love Lani’s personality, she is always herself and never cares what anyone else thinks of her. She is such a kind and caring person. I can tell her anything and she will always be there for me. She gives me rides everywhere, and we have the best conversations during those rides or we blast the music and sing along with all smiles.
“There was a boy...,” but I stop short of finishing the first sentence. “That is such a cliche,” I say to myself, “you can do so much better than that. Try to make it sound exciting to pull them in.” I was in the midst of having a full conversation with myself. The stress of this paper taking its toll on my mental state, and pretty soon I would be asking myself questions than answering them in a different voice. “Let try something different,” I delete what little I had started
Off with the summary, the first thing to express is that the storyline is dificult to understand, because the book switches from character to character every chapter. When I read it at first I had just seen this book as a simple one, but as I continued reading I became amazed with the development of the characters, this book becoming one of my favourites from that point of view. The book 's theme is mystery often leaving the reader with unanswered questions, which will be revealed at the end of the book.
This image symbolizes the entire novel, because the whole story mainly revolves around Henry and Barkley’s intimate relationship and how it was affected during a time of war. I found the novel interesting at first, however as it began to get further into the relationship of Henry and Barkley, it started becoming boring as events in their relationship were being repeated and were becoming more and more predictable, taking away the surprise factor. The novel was written in first person, which made it more interesting to read, because it showed the point of view of Lieutenant Henry, from his thoughts to his actions. His writing also contained strange patterns, which was followed with either very short sentences or very long run on sentences. His writing style in this novel really enhanced the point of view.
I kind of learned that I really, really hate talking about myself. I absolutely hate it. I haven’t ever really liked it, but it was just so difficult to write about myself. However, I did realize that I don’t care what people think of me. Doing the drawing activity made me feel good about myself and really opened up my eyes because I realized that I couldn’t care less what other people thought of me, or how I was stereotyped or labeled.
Some may say that that Bruce Friedman had just become lazy and did not want to read anymore; however, he still wanted to read. He still wants to be able to process and understand writings, it’s just technology has had such a major impact on the wiring of his brain that he can’t do what he used to love
When I start writing, I find myself having trouble putting my words on paper. It’s easier for me to just have a debate or conversations on something rather than writing it out. There are many times where I vent out my emotions or help myself clear my mind by jotting down notes. Writing is something that I believe will always be apart of me. I love to read about many different things that I haven 't heard of before.
Fredrick Douglas was not as happy as he expected to be when he was finally able to read. He stated, “I would at times feel that learning to read had been a curse rather than a blessing.” He is saying reading only gives him new worries, and no hopes. In the paragraph he talks about how reading would solve one of his problems, only to create a bigger one. This frustrated him because he wanted to figure out how to solve all of his problems. He also wanted to find a book about a slave talking to his master, without getting hurt.
Spelled out on a paper, a hazy mass of loosely related ideas can be forged into coherent work. An essay or some other writing can be drafted as the realization of one concept. My satisfaction comes from having perfectly embodied a concept. This is sometimes agonizing as I 've yet to write anything nearing perfect. As much as I obsess over my words and methodically revise each draft, my ideal continues to escape me.