Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Homework: Post in comments here to share a meaningful Dream

If there is one central theme in Holding On that speaks to every profile it is the concept of using your creativity and imagination to live more fully in this life.  These are people who have practical dreams and goals, but they also have a vision for a life that is a little beyond the typical and normal.  They have big dreams and they try to live them.

Under this post, let's share one of our dreams for our life that might be unexpected, eccentric or impractical.  I don't care if it's not practical.  I want us to share our dreams.  That is one of the most important lessons of the book.

Be thoughtful.  Be brave.  Surprise somebody, or even yourself!  Dream big.

Here we go.

 (Write your ideas under this post by using the Comments feature).

Monday, February 18, 2013

How to format your typed Transcripts posted by Mike

Student Name
Class name and time
Teacher name
Date due

Format Guide for Transcripts

For the transcripts, you will listen to the tapes and type up both everything you said, and what your subject said.  Use single-spacing, but double-space manually between exchanges, and if you have a very long section, just create paragraphs on your own for readability.

Format the question and answer exchanges as follows, using bold to highlight who the speaker is and a colon to indicate the passage of conversation to follow.


Me:  Hello Mr. Jones.  Thanks so much for meeting me today.  I was just admiring your collection of stuffed coyotes here.  Where did you get your interest in hunting?

Jones:  I first started hunting wolves and coyotes on the plains of Siberia as a youth.  My Uncle Vladimir gave me my first lessons in trapping and then I continued from there.  Uncle Vladimir had a heavy brogue in his accent so I understood virtually nothing of what he said, but I learned a lot by watching him in action.

And so on. You get the idea.

Survey for Psych.

Hey everyone, we, psychology research methods, are doing a study on working students/ non working, and how they balance work or social life with school work. It would be really helpful if you could take this anonymous survey.


Thanks again! Survey is short.

Exploration Five

cruch, cruch, cruch, snap!
I can't still here the try October leaves and small breakings crumbling under our feet.
"Hey, I think I see it over there!" shouted Ryan
"Shhhh! Someone might here us!" I whispered back!
"Who? Its just us four in a woods" He replied hastily
"Just how every horror movied starts, four teenagers in a woods breaking into an abandoned house" Hayley wimpers. 

As we are making our way through the woods, past the overgrown train tracks, we spot the decaying porch on the haunted house of Bethel Road. 

"You go inside first!:
"No!, You open the door!"

Before I knew we were inside the old haunted house!
As we made it up each broken down old step,
The top step snapped and bats came flooding down the hall!
We ran for the door like our lives depended on it and haven't returned since!

number fiveee.

When you're a server you get seriously so busy that it is hard to keep one thought straight in your head. "Which table gets what food?" "What did they have to drink?" "This table needs extra salad dressing" it is just something that happens when you get busy. I work at Steve's Dakota Grill, scratch that I actually basically live there. I work six days a week and have school all day on the one day a week I do not work. My life gets so crazy and hectic sometimes. When I do work they schedule me shifts from lunch into dinner so I could work 12-10 at night. I was working Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.. our most busiest days of the week. I had just got 2 tables one whose order I had gotten and the others who the people they were waiting on finally showed up and then the host walks up to me and says "Kelsie, you have table 13" which at this point on top of those other 2 tables I had 5 others. A few were just talking and already paid for but the others were waiting on their check, waiting on sauce, waiting on a drink order, and since we were so busy we were getting silverware rolled to give to the guests. Well the table who had just gotten their salads needed silverware and I still needed to greet my guests at table 13 to get their orders. I said okay to my table with their salads and walked up to the other table and said "Hi, I'm Kelsie and I will be your silverware tonight" luckily they found me charming and just simply laughed.. that was probably the dumbest thing I had said as a server.

Exploration 5

Finally, I got off this 2 day flight to half across the world. It was weird I didn't get off at a terminal I actually had to walk down the steps of the plane and had to walk to the main airport building. This was my first time arriving to the whole new place. It was my first time I ever set foot on the motherland...well India. It was quite different from America. So as I am walking into the airport building I notice this strange smell that just did not smell quite clean. "But hey I am in a different country nothing can be same" I told myself. We got our luggage and went outside to get a ride to our house that I never knew about. Who knew my family owned a house in India!

Well I walk outside with my family and each of us rolling two bags behind us. All I see is a sea of brown everywhere. First thing I said, "I have never seen so many Indian people in once place Dad". right then and there my dad Tells me to Shut up and behave. It was one blazing hot morning in India that day. The dirt roads were dry as a desert and so was the air. As I am walking outside with the sun beating down on my face, this man just ran up to my family, started taking our bags and, kept saying "Madat karoo, Madat Karoo" (meaning Let me Help you in gujratri). It also didn't help that this man was short and stubby with a very fascinating face of facial hair, it was quite impressive. He scared me a little. I'm standing here like "Bro what are you trying to do this is my stuff". Then my mom smacks the back of my head and says, "That's our driver for the next two months". When she said that my sister and I just looked at each other with the biggest smile on our faces. That was probably the best thing that we have ever heard. Who knew in a third world country you would have your own driver! As we get into the car we are in route for our house that's about 20 min away from this airport. I look out the window and I see...a world so different from where I am from. Cars and my or scooters everywhere. Cows and dogs running around like it's there home. These poor animals looked like they haven't eaten in days. You could see the outline of their was so defined I thought I could just pull them out. As we are driving I start to tear up. One wet tear falls down my face as I see kids with no parents running up to the car as it stopped asking for money and food. These children were the same as the animals. I could see all there bones and it looked like they were gonna break with one tap. Life was so different here. People were different, there is not in between here. It's either good or bad. How does one live like this...

This was a life that I didn't have. A life that I never wanted. It shows that I am very lucky to have a family that provides me with food and money and shelter. Seeing the sadness in these kids eyes was very depressing. It is time to realize that I should be proud with what I have:)

Exploration Five

When I was fifteen years old I had my first and only automobile accident. Despite the fact that I didn’t have a driver’s license, I was the driver in the accident. Tyler, a friend of mine, hated driving. He just couldn’t stand it. Some would say he is a bit lazy and very irresponsible. I’m not so sure that I wouldn’t agree with them, but regardless he is a good friend of mine. On this particular day he asked me to drive us to another friend’s house which was about five miles away. At the time I had my learner’s permit which I suppose we both thought was close enough to a driver’s license to allow myself behind the wheel.
                We set out for our destination at 3:30 PM, just as we had gotten home from school that day. Tyler said, “Take the back roads man.” We didn’t want to encounter a lot of traffic or police, considering the fact that I didn’t even have a driver’s license. We didn’t encounter any issues until we were about one hundred yards away from our destination.
                My friend Marcus lives on a township road which isn’t taken care of very well. It is narrow, full of potholes, littered with spots of gravel and has quite a few sharp curves. Well, me being the inexperienced driver that I was at the time, decided not to slow down for one of these very sharp curves. We took the curve at about forty-five miles per hour when we should have gone no faster than twenty-five miles per hour. This particular curve was almost ninety degrees and covered in loose gravel from a neighboring driveway. I immediately lost control of the car and it began to spin about the center while it still moved through the curve.
                Oddly, I remember this five second event seeming as if it were actually thirty seconds long.  The words that we exchanged during the crash weren’t the most pleasant. The first words from my mouth were “Ohhhhh sh--------t!” I yelled this out as Tyler gripped the door panel for dear life. He didn’t say a word. We were sliding into a yard and straight for a tree. I didn’t want to hit the tree so I began spinning the wheel back and forth and pressing the brake pedal down repeatedly hoping that it would stop the car. Fortunately it did and we were able to stop before coming into contact with anything. After coming to a stop Tyler said, “Are you alright?” “Yeah I’m good,” I replied. He said “Well let’s get the F--- out of here.” And that was my first accident.

Exploration 5-McCoy

My dad, brother-in-law and I were all out fly fishing in the Cleveland area. It was a cold autumn day and we had been already fishing for a few hours. We had been trying out different fishing spots along the river and we weren't having any luck. So, we kept moving along down the river and I noticed a sign that said "No trespassing beyond this point". Me being the good citizen I am pointed it out to my dad. His response was, "You wanna catch some fish or what, Luke?” So we kept wading along down the river, until we found a good spot to try out. My dad made is first cast, and "BOOM" he gets a steelhead on. I can remember him saying, "Oh Hell Yeah!', because he knew this was going to be a good spot to fish at. We were there for about an hour, reeling in more fish than I have ever seen. Left and right we were catching these steelhead. My brother-in-law had just hooked on another one, when we see the wildlife officer walking down the hill towards us. I can remember all three of us saying the exact same thing at same time..."Uh oh". The officer came down the river’s edge and asked "Do you guys have written permission to be fishing down here?" We told him "No Sir" and he asked us to come up to his vehicle to talk. So we reeled in our lines and packed everything up to go have a conversation with this officer. 

My father and brother-in-law both were written up for trespassing. They had to go to court and were both fined. I was under the age of 18 at the time, so all I got was a slap on the wrist. I always tell my dad that he should've listened to me, but we did have the best day of our fisherman lives.