ENC 1101-B3 & B4: Writing for Discovery

The gentle breeze flows through the bare, quiet branches of the sycamore and oak trees that run along the edge of the bustling street. The busy lives of the towns people are perpetuated below as they walk briskly along the freshly frozen, continuously cracked sidewalk. Being a small town, they find it hard to get the money to repair them.

ok so i totally have to get surgery when i go home for christmas...who's lookin forward to that? oh! oh! not me! im eighteen years old and i have to have my tonsils removed TWO DAYS before christmas. this is seriously going to be the worst christmas ever.

so im thinkin that going to bed at 330 in the morning on the day of your bio exam is not such a good idea. good thing i woke up at 6 in the morning to start studying, right kids? haha this has been the day from hell. working off 2 and half hours of sleep i still need to finish this portfolio for english. woohoo! that was sarcasm in case you hadnt noticed. well at least we dont have to walk it there i dont think my weak little legs would take me there. oh well its my own fault i knew what i was doing when i went to go see "School of Rock" last night at the student life building. really great movie by the way. jack black is hilarious. there wasnt an empty seat in the house. wow i just realized how much i write in tangents. i think i just get really hyper when i am tired but then i just crash so i dont know if it is such a good thing. anyway, just had to write this so i could put it on my blog checkout sheet. be back later cause i need one more.

The gentle breeze flows through the bare, quiet branches of the sycamore and oak trees that run along the edge of the bustling street. The busy lives of the towns people are perpetuated below as they walk briskly along the freshly frozen, continuously cracked sidewalk. Being a small town, they find it hard to get the money to repair them.

god i havent been home in 3 months. normally i am not the kid sitting there missing her family or the one that cant wait to go home, but i have successfully reached that point. i feel like i havent been home in forever.

i wasnt really sure what to do for this draft since i was more or less satisfied with my second draft and it was also well above the one thousand word requirement. i looked a little closer and realized there were some small changes i could make that would change my paper for the better even still.

The gentle breeze flows through the bare, quiet branches of the sycamore and oak trees that run along the edge of the bustling street. The busy lives of the townspeople are perpetuated below as they walk briskly along the freshly frozen, continuously cracked sidewalk. Being a small town, they find it hard to get the money to repair them.

thursday already? man this week has absolutely flown by. im not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing yet. i still have some work to do in my anthropology class. i have two projects due right when i come back from thanksgiving break and then exams on top of that.

finally, the work seems to be letting up. i really like how this class is hard at the beginning and so slow at the end. most of my classes are the opposite because they feel like they want to ease you into the work so it wont seem as difficult, when really you just end up thinking it is all difficult.

as i look through the second draft of my short story, i added a lot of dialogue. i put in conversation anywhere possible based on the directions of the revision assignment. i tried to be more descriptive in my writing to "show not tell" the reader what was happening.

The gentle breeze flows through the bare, quiet branches of the sycamore and oak trees that run along the edge of the bustling street. The busy lives of the townspeople are perpetuated below as they walk briskly along the freshly frozen, continuously cracked sidewalk. Being a small town, they find it hard to get the money to repair them.

in my next draft i would like to add more dialogue. i have never been good with adding that. emotions could definitely be added in the next draft at pionts such as when his wife died and when he saw his children being held hostage on the dock and when asked what he was waiting for he responded with "Uhh, nothing.

wow! this has to be the most boring friday night i have ever experienced. its the night of the pow wow and i know its my own fault but i failed to get tickets because my roommate and i had decided not to go in order to do something more fun.

The gentle breeze flows through the bare, quiet branches of the sycamore and oak trees that run along the edge of the bustling street. The busy lives of the townspeople are perpetuated below as they walk briskly along the freshly frozen, continuously cracked sidewalk. Being a small town, they find it hard to get the money to repair them.

on saturday night my boyfriend's fraternity had a semi-formal date function. the theme was "heaven and hell" so we were all dressed up like devils and angels. it was pretty cute. the fraternity had made arrangements to have a chartered bus take us there. on the bus it all began. the alcohol broke out of the bag and everyone started drinking. i wasnt feeling too hot already but i easily succumbed to the massive amounts of peer pressure. unfortunately, we began drinking around 4pm and didnt stop until around midnight when we passed out wherever we could find a few spare inches on the crowded floor. with 138 people in one house we were hardpressed to find a spot to sleep on.