Sunday's Pain

Sunday June 24, 2011

      This morning I woke up to the smell of french toast dancing up the stairs from the kitchen. I drifted back to sleep until my mom came and started tapping on the door.

      “Girls, breakfast is almost gone”

      I mumbled, “ten more minutes mom, save me some”

      I slowly opened my eyes as the other girls leaped out of bed and darted out of the room. Some people are blessed with the ability to wake up and completely be ready for action. I am not one of those people. I need a good half an hour before my grumbles turn into decipherable English. My parents learned the hard way to not speak to me until my eyes are all the way open, and I am dressed for the day.

      This morning was just like any other. I decided to wait a few more seconds before I actually began to move. I flexed my toes first, then my feet and legs. I tried to turn over and the second I started to move my arms it started.

      It went all the way from my neck and shoulders down to my tailbone. Anyone who has ever worked out knows this feeling. I have worked out before, but this morning I was so sore that it hurt to breathe once I started moving. I sat up and tried to stretch out my arms, but stopped halfway and cringed in agony. I tried to slowly move my neck around as I listened to the clanks of silverware on plates the floor below me.

      I wouldn't say that I'm out of shape, but I definitely could work out my upper body more. Yesterday was the “Lumberjack Festival” at Black Moshannon State Park about a half hour from campus. Its main events include things like log cross cut, hatchet throw, and log roll. Every year I come I do almost every one of them, and this year was no different. I usually am not that tired after things like this. Maybe it is just a sign from God that I need to get a gym membership.

Saturday's Realization

 Saturday June 23, 2011

      I was walking through the woods this morning with my three neighbors, Shannon, Jamie, and Maura. A cool breeze pushed our hair in our faces as we trudged down the mossy green trail. The only sounds we could hear were our sneakers tromping on the trail. I stared at the back of Shannon's shoes, and concentrated hard on not falling over any limestone that dared to poke itself out of the ground. We started descending the hill towards the lake, and Shannon started talking about her family and how she disliked some of the pressures they unintentionally put on her. Her and Maura started comparing their friends and their families.

      I chimed in and said, “I don't really consider you my friend.”

      “Uhm, what?” Maura replied.

      “I don't think of you as my friend.”

      I really meant what I said, and I explained to them how they are somewhere in between friends and family. I have known my neighbors, Shannon, Jamie, and Maura since I was born. We were there for Shannon when her parents split up. We were there for Jamie when her parents were away or working (which was most of the time for a few years). We were there for Maura when she was getting picked on in elementary school, and they were all there for me when my mom's brain surgery did not go as expected.

      A lot of childhood friends grow apart when their lives begin to take separate paths, but the four of us have been blessed to stay close even though we are all in very different places in our lives. Maura is the youngest, and she will be starting her second year of high school this fall. She has always been the baby, and we all watch out for her like her own personal troop of sisters. Jamie was born twenty days before me and she is starting school pre-med at the University of Pittsburgh in Johnstown. It is definitely going to be an adjustment not being able to see them every day like I am used to. Shannon is a sophomore at Mansfield studying Environmental Science.

      Even though we are all living away from each other, nothing changes when we are together. I spent this weekend with them and although we are much older, we still have just as much fun doing the same things that we did when we were in elementary school. They are the first people I call when I had a bad day or heard some exciting news, and they will call me when they want to have a last- minute sleepover or a run to Dairy Queen.

      I have realized lately how incredibly lucky we all are to have each other. I know it sounds dorky and cliché, but I always wished that I had a sister. Don't get me wrong, I love my big brother, but I always wanted to have a girl to tell everything to who would love me regardless. I do have a sister, and not just one but three.

Friday's Rant

Friday June 23, 2011

      I learned some interesting news tonight. We (my neighbors) were sitting on the back porch of my family friend's lodge. My next door neighbor had a little to drink (and by a little I mean he was probably 5 beers in). We were talking about school and he kept asking me if I drank at school. I kept telling him that I really wasn't into that because I live off campus and I refuse to drink and drive. I also live with my parents so that would be a big no-no.

      I grew up in a very close-knit neighborhood, and apparently there has been some rumors about me going around. When I asked my neighbor's daughter Maura why he was grilling me about it she said, “Oh maybe he heard about what Nancy was telling my mom”.

      I automatically perked up and asked, “Wait, what did she say?”.

      Maura replied, “Apparently you're a big drinker and party-girl”.

      Now, this Nancy woman is a somewhat new resident in our neighborhood. She and her husband Darrel, moved from New York just a few years ago. They are an older middle-aged couple who are very involved with the pool and neighborhood counsel. Nancy is a retired elementary school teacher, so you would think that she would be above spreading rumors, but apparently not. She has told my next door neighbor and god knows who else that I'm a “partier”.

      Why should I even care? This women obviously has nothing better to do with her life than to gossip about things she has no idea about. The part that makes me the most angry about the situation is not what she said, but the fact that she had absolutely no reason to say that to my neighbor. I did not provoke her in any way. Like I said, I have always been very nice to her and her husband. I consider my next door neighbors my second set of parents, and I feel like she was trying to get me in trouble.       

     How awful is it that this 40+ year old women is pathetic enough to make up some rumors about my life. I have spoken to her probably four times for a total of twenty minutes. Obviously from those twenty-ish minutes she figured out that I was a crazy wild party animal. Anyone who knows me in my neighborhood knows that I am the farthest thing from that. Even if I was being obvious about drinking underage it is still absolutely none of her business! Hopefully she can grow up and worry about her own issues.

Definition Peer Review

Overall, I thought that the peer review we did in class was helpful when editing my paper. My partner helped me to reword some of my sentences that did not make sense before. He also helped me to strengthen what I was trying to say in my essay. One thing that would have been more helpful was if I got some input on the actual concepts in my paper. When we did the reviews as a group it really benefited me when I got more negative comments. It made me work harder to make a more solid paper. By reading someone else's paper I also got a better sense of how I could improve my paper. I know now that I have to work on my sentence structure, and hopefully I can fix it after class today.

"Vanity. Thy Name is Metrosexual" by Alexa Hackbarth

1) How does the author define Metrosexual? How does the author relate the term to a larger argument?

Hackbarth defines a metrosexual as "a man who seems stereotypically except when it comes to sexual orientation." She relates the term metrosexual to the larger conversation of how people in general have become less in touch with the real world, and more focused on materialistic things.

2) What is at stake in the definition of the term? How does the author make this clear?

When Hackbarth defines metrosexual, she is putting her reputation, and the reputation of those who define themselves as metrosexual at stake. She makes this clear by talking about her personal experiences and many generalizations about men who identify as metrosexual.

3) Note one other means of persuasion that you found particularly effective in the article. What about the audience does this means rely on.


Hackbarth drew from and utilized a lot of personal experiences and opinions from her own life in her essay. It appealed to the emotional (pathos) side of the audience.

Definition Essay

MTV and its programs are obscene.
obscenity..

• is anything that makes the viewer uncomfortable
• is also subjective to the viewer
• should be regulated more harshly
• is in music videos, tv show content, ( innuendos)

• is offensive
• can encourage racism
• is not intelligent

Peer Review Review...

Write ~250 words reflecting on the peer review. What was helpful about it and what was not. Did you get some good feedback? What did you apply to your paper (try to be specific). Do you feel like you have a better sense of what to look for when reading other and your own writing?

Overall the peer review was helpful. The most beneficial part for me was actually editing the two other papers. By reading what other people wrote, and how they wrote it, I got a better sense of what is and is not effective when writing a rebuttal. I liked being in a smaller group because I felt more comfortable talking and giving my input. Being in a smaller group also forced me to pay attention more. (not that I don't in class!) I got the majority of my feedback from Josh, which was okay, but I felt like my paper needed a lot of work, and getting more peer input would have been beneficial. I tried to apply most of the comments that I received to my paper, mostly the reorganization and wording of my sentences. I moved a lot around in hopes that my argument would be more relevant and concise. I also worked on backing up my counterarguments, and even eliminated some statements that I could not back up with facts. After the peer review (besides really having to pee), I felt like I had a better grip on how to rework my paper. It also exemplified to me how real writing is never finished, because I can always do better on some aspect.