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Thursday, October 29, 2015
Compare and Contrast: Education Systems
I commented on Britainy's Blog and Megan's Blog
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Blog Post Three: Analytical Essays
In
Judy Brady’s “I Want a Wife” Brady discusses what exactly it means to be a
wife. She discusses every aspect of the life of a wife/mother. She does so by
using repetition of the phrase “I want a wife…” and personifying herself as a
spouse of the wife. I believe her intended audience is anyone who underestimates
the demandingness of being a wife. Specifically, I believe the targeted audience
would be spouses of a wife due to the tone and nature of the writing.
In
Christina Sommers’ “Men—It’s in Their Nature” she talks about how males are
different from females. It started off when her son went to camping in the
Negev Desert. Some counselors had done an experiment with the campers where
they all went off on their own and wrote about what they felt. Not to Sommers’s
surprise, the boys did not comply with the counselors and instead decided that building
a fire with the materials provided would be better. Sommers then provides
information that more studies have shown that there is a biological difference
in the way that men and women behave and perceive certain things. Lastly, she
talks about how men are not recognized as crucial pieces in our society. Women
are glamorized for their poetry that expresses their feelings and yet men are
undermined in their abilities that accentuates their masculinity such as construction
and civil service.
I will
be choosing the second essay (Sommers) for my analytical essay. The reason
being is I believe it will be better to write about because it has more all-around
evidence as opposed to Brady’s essay that was mostly just emotion behind it.
I commented on Britainy's Blog and Joshua's Blog
I commented on Britainy's Blog and Joshua's Blog
Monday, October 5, 2015
A Favorite Place...
As I walk down the bumpy trail it already feels like home.
Breathing in, I can smell the fresh air and feel the crunching of pine cones
under my feet. Making my way down to the lakefront the environment changes. No
longer is it the hard grass and gravel but soft, light sand. I help my family
unload our food, coolers, and toys for the little ones.
My younger siblings are already aching to get into the water,
being impatient because of my mother forcing them to put on pasty sunscreen.
After the sunscreen has set in they are finally allowed to go jump in. They
shriek as they jump in to the icy cold water, as always, it doesn’t stop them
from splashing around and swimming. Laughing at them, and thinking they are
crazy; I set up my beach towel smoothing out the sand underneath and soak in
the warm sun.
The ground is soft and forms to the shape of me lying down. I pick
up a handful of the sand fascinated by the texture it is soft, then as it seeps between my
fingers it starts feeling gritty. Sitting up I look out to water. It sparkles
like glass no waves, no wind. The only movement in the water is kids wading
around and boats roaring by, engines loud as can be.
Looking beyond our
little place of serenity you can see other people enjoying the water and warm
weather as we are. People with white knuckles being pulled on inner tubes
behind boats, parents on the beach laughing and day drinking, and an overall
happy aura from everyone around. A huge grin appears on my face. Yeah, this is
where I feel at home.
I commented on Brittany's Blog and Boyd's Blog
I commented on Brittany's Blog and Boyd's Blog
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