I would like to start this letter by telling you that I love all three of you very much. You three are the best roommates I could ask for. I really couldn’t imagine living with some of the people that I know at this University because of how awful, dirty and mean they are. That being said, I believe that it is time that we get down to business.
None of you, and I mean none, have taken out the bag of trash from the can ONE TIME this semester. I have literally taken out the trash all but two times. The other two times, Allison, your boyfriend Kevin, took the trash out twice. Not only do I take the trash out every time, but I also bought the trashcan and trash bags. I shudder to think about what life would be like in 2515 if there wasn’t a trashcan. Trash on trash on trash? Yeah, I believe it is safe to say that the room would be cluttered with pizza boxes and grey goose bottles.
I love you all dearly, but, from this point on, I propose that, from this point on, you guys start picking up the slack and picking up the trash. Look over at the can. Do you see that? Yes. There is a full bag of trash tied up and waiting to be taken out. I did that. There is a milk carton and pizza box hanging out on the table next to the trashcan. Those need to go out too. This is where I draw the line. I refuse to take out the trash this time. We live three doors down from the trash shoot, ladies. Get up, get out and take out the trash. If not, I don’t want to think about what will come of this room.
Love, Chelby Kay Coley
Dear, Charles Amlaner
It has come to my attention that you are in charge of advising and scheduling. There is something that I would like to bring to your attention. I scheduled my First Year Advising Meeting within a week of getting the email, and I attended said meeting before the month of October began. I had my meeting, all went well, and I anticipated having a good time for me to register for my classes. My lazy friend, who shall remain anonymous, had her meeting yesterday. She is undecided and has no idea where she is going with life. The problem here has to do with our scheduled times to register for classes. Somehow, on November 12, 2012, she got a 9:30am registry time slot. I have a 1:45pm registry time slot on that same day.
I know this seems like a petty argument, but imagine my frustration. I was on top of my studies and my future, and somebody who couldn’t care less got a better registration slot than I did. I propose that, from this point on, you now make it a first come, first serve basis, no matter what year you are. Students that schedule their appointment early should be allowed to have early time slots to sign up for classes. Those that put it off to the last minute should have to suffer with a time slot that is less than desired.
I would love to hear back from you and get your opinion, whether or not you decide to take my advice or not. Thank you for your time, and I hope to hear from you soon.
Chelby Coley – KSU#000386142
Go go wwe rangers ♫
This might be the greatest thing I have seen in a while.
“Made in the USA”
One of the most heavily debated things about President Barack Obama is whether or not he can be considered a “true American”. I love this bumper sticker created for the 2012 campaign because it addresses that controversial argument. It establishes logos through the support it gives to his argument that he IS American. The birth certificate found on the sticker does just that. It also gives Barack Obama ethos because it gives him so much credibility in one small sticker; it reveals the true honesty of the matter. As far as ethos is concerned, this is a very emotional topic to a lot of people. The President of the United States is a very important thing to the people; when others found out that there was controversy in regards to his origin people grew quite upset. This helps, through humor, to calm those that had been unsure.
Being in DKR Memorial Stadium is one of my favorite things. I look into the crowd and all I see is a sea of burnt orange. I also see Bevo, the team’s beloved mascot, just right of the student section. I feel the cold bleachers under my legs as I anxiously await kickoff time. I see the team running out onto the field; it is almost time for the clock to start. I hear the UT band playing “Texas, Fight!” and I know I am truly home. I taste the cool and crisp fall air descending down into the stadium.
Anonymous. Bevo. 2009. Photograph. Austin, Texas. The Trojan Empire. Anthony Riddle, 14 June 2010. Web. 3 Oct. 2012
Don’t Panic, It’s Organic.
The argument that the company is trying to make is that organic is better. They want to persuade people to buy THEIR products instead of Kroger’s or Publix’.
The company targets wealthy young adults and young families.
The secondary audience is those truly concerned about their health.
The company has plenty of credibility; they have been doing this for over 32 years. They have done their research.
If you look at the charts and posters in the store you are overwhelmed with facts and information about their organic foods and how they stack up against the rest of the grocery market. They also position themselves in high end and higher income places and towns to help their sales and growth. These also happen to be well educated parts of the area.
Let’s be honest… nobody wants to eat foods that will harm them. By telling their consumers “don’t panic, it’s organic” they are connecting emotionally with the audience that they are clearly the better choice to make and that they will be happy with their service.
100,119 seats encompass this beautiful football field. DKR Memorial Stadium is the largest football-only stadium in the state of Texas. There is nothing more beautiful than looking into the beautiful bowl and seeing nothing but burnt orange.
This stadium speaks to sports fans everywhere. Tears are shared and screams are shouted. DKR Memorial Stadium is a second home to many loyal Texas Longhorn fans. This stadium stands for freedom, teamwork and America. Some of the greatest displays of sportsmanship have taken place on this field, and it is honestly my favorite place in the world to be.
At first, writing this paper seemed as though it was going to be a breeze. In high school, I wrote so many papers about people and things that inspired me, but for some reason this paper was so much different than those.
Being that this was my first college level paper I had no idea what to expect. I didn’t know what my professor would or would not like; I honestly didn’t know how to go about writing the paper. At this point, I started my rough draft and decided to let the words flow onto the Word Document. Needless to say, my rough draft was really rough.
Going to the writing lab to meet with my professor was one of the best things I could have done for myself. I was able to get some one on one time to learn what she did and did not like; I was able to see what she did and did not expect. I know she told me I wasn’t expected to be writing perfect college level papers yet (being that this is my first), but I didn’t take that as a sign to write a high school level cookie-cutter paper. I needed something other than the cliché.
It was really hard for me to write this paper. First of all, I wrote about two people whom I do not know in real life. I know that seems like it wouldn’t be such a big deal, but it required me to truly tap into how I really feel about those people and WHY they really inspire me. I had to do so much exploration within myself; I sat for hours watching episodes of Roseanne and Robin Williams’ movies just to figure out how they made me feel. Then, two days ago, while trying to polish my rough draft, it hit me.
At first, my rough draft was considered to be an “average” paper, and in the college world, “average” means a “C” at best. That wasn’t going to work for me. I have never gotten a “C” in my life; in high school I was used to getting straight A’s and perfect scores on assignments. I took this as a call to action. I then did everything I could, spent countless hours pecking away in my dorm room, all to make this a better than average essay, and, in my opinion, I think I did just that.
"Did you ever feel like flowers?"
One thing that stood out to me the most was the author’s vivid use of imagery. When she is describing her lover, Flavio, and goes on for an entire paragraph just talking about all of the things that his Spanish heritage makes her feel. “those words that smelled like your house, like flour tortillas, and the inside of your daddy’s hat…”
I don’t know that there is a right or wrong way to identify the main idea of this essay, but I think that this is definitely a piece to make you think. The language is so beautiful and elegant; it seems as if each sentence goes hand in hand with the other. I believe this is just pure art, plain and simple. To get more content-specific, it is about a very heartfelt experience.
Hammered – active – specific
whisper – active – specific
murmured – active – specific
rocked – active – specific
sweep – active – specific
All of these are specific to the actions that Flavio made. These types of rich verbs really enhance the paper.
“That language.” Her use of sentence fragments is absolutely fine by me. I know it is a big grammar NO-NO, but it really adds to the piece. It seems as though, in the fragment, she doesn’t say much, but that fragment says more than I can begin to describe. Sometimes you can’t fully put things into words, and this is the perfect example of that.
I would love to work more on using fragments. I think they can be very effective in a piece of writing, if used correctly. I am also a big fan of repetition. I like the idea of being able to drill something in over and over to get your point across to the audience.