Thursday, March 24, 2005
Descriptive Essay-Drew
A great plane of solid grey is stretched against the back of the sky. The grey seems not content to remain within limits and strives to make everything also its boundaries grey as well. As a result is makes everything on the ground tinged with grey or perhaps that is due to the snow-covered parking lot and snow covered cars and snow-covered bushes. But as I look across the parking lot, right outside the window, I see splashes of yellow, red , and aqua-green. These dashes seem so unnatural maybe because they are not natural produced in some down town factory in Detroit. But then again what is natural? These objects may be a sore to the eye and may be tired of the many names others call them, but at least they are close to home, only a few miles from where they were birth. But, the people inside them are natural compared to the metal that encases them, they radiant with warmth, the only object giving warmth in such a cold environment, but I like to think it is more than that hot cup of coffee in their hands that is giving this place its heat. After looking at the scene in front of me for awhile, I came to the conclusion that snow is a curse, covering everything with one bland color just like the plane of sky. Think about it, would you like to live and move in a world of only one color. I think not and perhaps God thought the same thing.
Response-“Give Casey Martin a Lift”
Alison wrote about the article “Giving Casey Martin a Lift” in her journal entry and I found that her quote spoke very true in how I feel about how the PGA has treated Casey Martin. The quote was “Shame on every greedy Tour pro who won’t budge an inch of tradition to fit in a spoonful of compassion.” She believes that the executives of the PGA would act differently if one of their friends were injured like Mr. Martin, it is my belief also that they would give them the necessary items to let them continue playing golf. The sport seems very rigid on their tradition in the professional level.
Descriptive Essay-Tyler
As I watched an ambulance drive speedily down the East Beltline, the word life is printed on the side. There is life traveling roughly 60 mph on the beltline that may never meet the other ant trudging through the two-lane tunnel toward their king or queen ant as we like to call them “Bosses”. I sporadically see life walking under the bridge that is engulfed by small hills with green blades of grass poking through the snow, begging for sping. On this day I disagree with the pleading grassroots, for I enjoy seeing the finger-width snowflakes, manipulated by the changing wind, ever so softly hitting the ground to cover the grass once more. Away from the road everything is still sleeping…
Descripitve Writing Exercise-Dave
Rows of coniferous red bushes are perched next to the building. Leaves, leftover from the fall, cling to the empty branches. These leaves do not belong to the bush, but the bush still gathers them in. Without the leaves the red arms of the bush would look scraggily, and out of place. Without the bush the leaves would be non-existent, mulch for someone’s spring time garden.
Typo Awards Standings - March
Here are the Typo Awards Standings as of spring break. As we would say if we were watching the Kentucky Derby, it’s shaping up to be a two-horse race.
typos-points name
32-56 Cara D.
26-43 Stephanie W.
06-12 Tyler H.
06-12 Dave K.
04-08 Tim H.
Here are some of the errors these and other students have found ...