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Dr. Joe’s Writing-Reading Classes

I Write, I Read, I Love.

Jan. 3, 2016

Great News!

Our student PoPo has won the Top Group in the

PolarExpressions National Short Story Writing Contest, and her winning story "When Robbie Moved In" was published in a book titled "The Chance" in December

2015.

Congratulations, PoPo! We are proud of you!

I. Quiz Time

Change:

After each question, the answer will be disclosed, so please record your rights and wrongs for final result. Every multiple-choice question has only one correct answer . Each blank in a fill-in-blank question may need to be filled with one or more words, or part of a word .

Question 1:

Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. is most famous for his darkly satirical, best-selling novel ____________

(1969).

Question 1:

Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. is most famous for his darkly satirical, best-selling novel Slaughterhouse-Five

(1969).

Question 2:

Kurt Vonnegut's absurdist classic Slaughterhouse-

Five introduces us to ___________, a man who becomes unstuck in time after he is abducted by aliens from the planet Tralfamadore.

Question 2:

Kurt Vonnegut's absurdist classic Slaughterhouse-

Five introduces us to Billy Pilgrim , a man who becomes unstuck in time after he is abducted by aliens from the planet Tralfamadore.

Question 3:

Don't let the ease of reading fool you--

Vonnegut's isn't a _________, or _____, novel.

Question 3:

Don't let the ease of reading fool you--

Vonnegut's isn't a conventional , or simple , novel.

Question 4:

Vonnegut writes, "There are almost no

_________ in this story, and almost no

______ ________, because most of the people in it are so sick, and so much the listless playthings of enormous forces. One of the main effects of war, after all, is that people are discouraged from being ______..."

Question 4:

Vonnegut writes, "There are almost no characters in this story, and almost no dramatic confrontations , because most of the people in it are so sick, and so much the listless playthings of enormous forces. One of the main effects of war, after all, is that people are discouraged from being characters ..."

Question 5:

Slaughterhouse-Five (taken from the name of the building where the POWs were held) is not only Vonnegut's most powerful book, it is as important as any written since 1945. Like

Catch-22, it fashions the author's experiences in the Second World War into an ____ and deeply _____ plea against _____ in the service of __________.

Question 5:

Slaughterhouse-Five (taken from the name of the building where the POWs were held) is not only Vonnegut's most powerful book, it is as important as any written since 1945.

Like Catch-22, it fashions the author's experiences in the Second World War into an eloquent and deeply funny plea against butchery in the service of authority .

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3, 2016.

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II. Reading Assignment

Classic Appreciation

Writing Critique

(including related writing assignment)

Margaret Munnerlyn Mitchell (November 8,

1900 – August 16, 1949) was an American author and journalist. One novel by Mitchell was published during her lifetime, the American Civil

War-era novel, Gone with the Wind, for which she won the National Book Award for Most

Distinguished Novel of 1936 and the Pulitzer

Prize for Fiction in 1937.

Book to Discuss

Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell

Publisher: Pocket Books

Publication date:

Reissue edition (May 20 2008)

Pages: 1472

Overview of Gone with the Wind

Margaret Mitchell's epic novel of love and war won the Pulitzer Prize and went on to give rise to two authorized sequels and one of the most popular and celebrated movies of all time.

Many novels have been written about the Civil War and its aftermath. None take us into the burning fields and cities of the American South as Gone With the Wind does, creating haunting scenes and thrilling portraits of characters so vivid that we remember their words and feel their fear and hunger for the rest of our lives.

In the two main characters, the white-shouldered, irresistible Scarlett and the flashy, contemptuous Rhett,

Margaret Mitchell not only conveyed a timeless story of survival under the harshest of circumstances , she also created two of the most famous lovers in the English-speaking world since Romeo and Juliet.

Main Characters

Scarlett O’Hara The novel’s protagonist. Scarlett is a pretty, coquettish [trying to win the attention of men]

Southern belle [a very attractive and popular woman] who grows up on the Georgia plantation of Tara in the years before the Civil War. Selfish, shrewd [mentally sharp or clever] , and vain [showing excessive pride in one's appearance or achievements], Scarlett inherits the strong will of her father, Gerald, but also desires to please her well-bred, genteel [of or relating to the upper class] mother, Ellen. When hardships plague Scarlett, she shoulders the troubles of her family and friends.

Scarlett’s simultaneous desire for the Southern gentleman Ashley and the opportunistic New Southerner

Rhett Butler parallels the South’s struggle to cling to tradition and still survive in the new era.

Rhett Butler Scarlett’s third husband, and a dashing, dangerous adventurer and scoundrel [a person who is cruel or dishonest]. Expelled from West

Point and disowned by his prominent Charleston family, Rhett becomes an opportunistic [exploiting opportunities with little regard to principle or consequences] blockade-runner during the war, emerging as one of the only rich Southern men in

Atlanta after the war. Rhett proves himself a loving father and, at times, a caring husband. Though he loves Scarlett, his pride prevents him from showing her his love, and it even leads him to brutality. Candid, humorous, and contemptuous of silly social codes,

Rhett exposes hypocrisy wherever he goes. He represents postwar society, a pragmatic, fast-paced world in which the strong thrive and the weak perish.

Ashley Wilkes -

The handsome, chivalrous

[showing respect and politeness especially toward women] , and honorable heir to the Twelve Oaks plantation near Tara. Ashley bewitches [to attract or delight (someone) in a way that seems magical]

Scarlett through most of the novel. After the war,

Ashley becomes resigned [calmly accepting a bad situation] and sad, and he regrets not marrying

Scarlett. Committed to his honor and Southern tradition, he cannot adjust to the postwar South.

Ashley represents the values and nostalgia [pleasure and sadness that is caused by remembering something from the past and wishing that you could experience it again] of the Old South.

Melanie Hamilton Wilkes The frail [very weak] , good-hearted wife of Ashley Wilkes.

Melanie provokes Scarlett’s jealous hatred throughout most of the novel. After the two women suffer together through the Civil War, however, a strong bond forms between them.

Eventually, Scarlett understands that Melanie’s unflagging [remaining strong] love and support has been a source of strength for her.

Like Ashley, Melanie embodies the values of the Old South, but in contrast to Ashley’s futile dreaming, Melanie faces the world with quiet but powerful inner strength.

Gerald O’Hara Scarlett’s father.

Gerald is a passionately loyal

Confederate who immigrated to

America from Ireland as a young man. His strong will, tendency to drink, and selfishness echo in

Scarlett’s nature. Scarlett also inherits Gerald’s love for the

South and for his plantation, Tara.

Ellen O’Hara Scarlett’s mother, and a descendent of the aristocratic

Robillard family. Ellen marries

Gerald and devotes herself to running Tara after her father forbids her love affair with Philippe, her cousin. Refined and compassionate, strong and firm, Ellen serves as an impossible ideal for the willful

Scarlett. Even after Ellen’s death,

Scarlett struggles with the competing desires to please her mother and please herself.

Mammy Scarlett’s childhood nurse. Mammy is an old, heavyset slave who was also nurse to

Scarlett’s mother, Ellen. Loyal and well-versed in Southern etiquette, Mammy keeps Scarlett in line. After Ellen’s death,

Mammy becomes for Scarlett one of the only living reminders of the

Old South.

Brent and Stuart Tarleton - The

Tarleton twins are two young men, sons of Mrs. Beatrice Tarleton, who are friends of Scarlett before the war. Both are killed in the war.

Mrs. Beatrice Tarleton – Mrs.

Beatrice Tarleton is the mother of

Brent and Stuart Tarleton. She is a keen horsewoman and enjoys talking about horses with Gerald.

New Excerpt

GONE WITH THE WIND

By

Margaret Mitchell

PART ONE

CHAPTER I

Scarlett O’Hara was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught by her charm as the Tarleton twins were. In her face were too sharply blended the delicate features of her mother, a Coast aristocrat of French descent, and the heavy ones of her florid [(of a person’s face) red] Irish father. But it was an arresting [eye-catching] face, pointed of chin, square of jaw. Her eyes were pale green without a touch of hazel, starred with bristly black lashes and slightly tilted at the ends. Above them, her thick black brows slanted upward, cutting a startling oblique [slanting] line in her magnolia-white skin--that skin so prized by Southern women and so carefully guarded with bonnets, veils and mittens against hot Georgia suns.

Seated with Stuart and Brent Tarleton in the cool shade of the porch of Tara, her father’s plantation, that bright April afternoon of 1861, she made a pretty picture. Her new green flowered-muslin [muslin: light cotton cloth] dress spread its twelve yards of billowing material over her hoops and exactly matched the flat-heeled green morocco slippers her father had recently brought her from Atlanta. The dress set off to perfection the seventeen-inch waist, the smallest in three counties, and the tightly fitting basque [a close-fitting top dress] showed breasts well matured for her sixteen years. But for all the modesty of her spreading skirts, the demureness of hair netted smoothly into a chignon [a knot of hair] and the quietness of small white hands folded in her lap, her true self was poorly concealed. The green eyes in the carefully sweet face were turbulent, willful, lusty [powerful] with life, distinctly at variance with [different from] her decorous [proper] demeanor. Her manners had been imposed upon her by her mother’s gentle admonitions [warnings about behavior] and the sterner discipline of her mammy [a black woman serving white children] ; her eyes were her own.

On either side of her, the twins lounged [lounge: to sit or lie in a relaxed way] easily in their chairs, squinting at the sunlight through tall mint-garnished [mint-decorated] glasses as they laughed and talked, their long legs, booted to the knee and thick with saddle muscles, crossed negligently. Nineteen years old, six feet two inches tall, long of bone and hard of muscle, with sunburned faces and deep auburn [reddish brown] hair, their eyes merry and arrogant, their bodies clothed in identical blue coats and mustard-colored breeches [breech: short pants covering the hips and thighs and fitting snugly at the lower edges at or just below the knee] , they were as much alike as two bolls [boll: the part of the cotton plant that contains the seeds] of cotton.

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2016.

Outside, the late afternoon sun slanted down in the yard, throwing into gleaming brightness the dogwood trees that were solid masses of white blossoms against the background of new green. The twins’ horses were hitched in the driveway, big animals, red as their masters’ hair; and around the horses’ legs quarreled the pack of lean, nervous possum hounds that accompanied Stuart and Brent wherever they went. A little aloof, as became an aristocrat, lay a blackspotted carriage dog, muzzle on paws, patiently waiting for the boys to go home to supper.

Between the hounds and the horses and the twins there was a kinship deeper than that of their constant companionship.

They were all healthy, thoughtless young animals, sleek, graceful, high-spirited, the boys as mettlesome as the horses they rode, mettlesome and dangerous but, withal, sweet-tempered to those who knew how to handle them.

Although born to the ease of plantation life, waited on hand and foot since infancy, the faces of the three on the porch were neither slack nor soft. They had the vigor and alertness of country people who have spent all their lives in the open and troubled their heads very little with dull things in books. Life in the north Georgia county of

Clayton was still new and, according to the standards of

Augusta, Savannah and Charleston, a little crude. The more sedate and older sections of the South looked down their noses at the up-country Georgians, but here in north

Georgia, a lack of the niceties of classical education carried no shame, provided a man was smart in the things that mattered. And raising good cotton, riding well, shooting straight, dancing lightly, squiring the ladies with elegance and carrying one’s liquor like a gentleman were the things that mattered.

In these accomplishments the twins excelled, and they were equally outstanding in their notorious inability to learn anything contained between the covers of books. Their family had more money, more horses, more slaves than any one else in the County, but the boys had less grammar than most of their poor

Cracker neighbors.

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It was for this precise reason that Stuart and Brent were idling on the porch of Tara this April afternoon. They had just been expelled from the University of Georgia, the fourth university that had thrown them out in two years; and their older brothers, Tom and Boyd, had come home with them, because they refused to remain at an institution where the twins were not welcome. Stuart and

Brent considered their latest expulsion a fine joke, and

Scarlett, who had not willingly opened a book since leaving the Fayetteville Female Academy the year before, thought it just as amusing as they did.

“I know you two don’t care about being expelled, or Tom either,” she said.

“But what about Boyd? He’s kind of set on getting an education, and you two have pulled him out of the University of Virginia and Alabama and South Carolina and now

Georgia. He’ll never get finished at this rate.”

“Oh, he can read law in Judge Parmalee’s office over in Fayetteville,” answered Brent carelessly.

“Besides, it don’t matter much. We’d have had to come home before the term was out anyway.”

“Why?”

“The war, goose! The war’s going to start any day, and you don’t suppose any of us would stay in college with a war going on, do you?”

“You know there isn’t going to be any war,” said Scarlett, bored. “It’s all just talk.

Why, Ashley Wilkes and his father told Pa just last week that our commissioners in

Washington would come to--to--an--amicable agreement with Mr.

Lincoln about the

Confederacy. And anyway, the Yankees are too scared of us to fight. There won’t be any war, and I’m tired of hearing about it.”

“Not going to be any war!” cried the twins indignantly, as though they had been defrauded.

“Why, honey, of course there’s going to be a war,” said

Stuart. “The Yankees may be scared of us, but after the way

General Beauregard shelled them out of Fort Sumter day before yesterday, they’ll have to fight or stand branded as cowards before the whole world. Why, the Confederacy--”

Scarlett made a mouth of bored impatience.

“If you say ‘war’ just once more, I’ll go in the house and shut the door. I’ve never gotten so tired of any one word in my life as ‘war,’ unless it’s ‘secession.’ Pa talks war morning, noon and night, and all the gentlemen who come to see him shout about Fort Sumter and States’ Rights and Abe Lincoln till I get so bored I could scream! And that’s all the boys talk about, too, that and their old Troop. There hasn’t been any fun at any party this spring because the boys can’t talk about anything else. I’m mighty glad Georgia waited till after Christmas before it seceded or it would have ruined the Christmas parties, too. If you say ‘war’ again, I’ll go in the house.”

She meant what she said, for she could never long endure any conversation of which she was not the chief subject. But she smiled when she spoke, consciously deepening her dimple and fluttering her bristly black lashes as swiftly as butterflies’ wings. The boys were enchanted, as she had intended them to be, and they hastened to apologize for boring her. They thought none the less of her for her lack of interest.

Indeed, they thought more. War was men’s business, not ladies’, and they took her attitude as evidence of her femininity.

Having maneuvered them away from the boring subject of war, she went back with interest to their immediate situation.

“What did your mother say about you two being expelled again?”

The boys looked uncomfortable, recalling their mother’s conduct three months ago when they had come home, by request, from the University of Virginia.

“Well,” said Stuart, “she hasn’t had a chance to say anything yet. Tom and us left home early this morning before she got up, and

Tom’s laying out over at the Fontaines’ while we came over here.”

“Didn’t she say anything when you got home last night?”

“We were in luck last night. Just before we got home that new stallion Ma got in Kentucky last month was brought in, and the place was in a stew. The big brute--he’s a grand horse, Scarlett; you must tell your pa to come over and see him right away--he’d already bitten a hunk out of his groom on the way down here and he’d trampled two of Ma’s darkies who met the train at Jonesboro. And just before we got home, he’d about kicked the stable down and half-killed

Strawberry, Ma’s old stallion. When we got home, Ma

was out in the stable with a sackful of sugar smoothing him down and doing it mighty well, too. The darkies were hanging from the rafters, popeyed, they were so scared, but Ma was talking to the horse like he was folks and he was eating out of her hand. There ain’t nobody like Ma with a horse. And when she saw us she said: ‘In

Heaven’s name, what are you four doing home again? You’re worse than the plagues of Egypt!’ And then the horse began snorting and rearing and she said: ‘Get out of here! Can’t you see he’s nervous, the big darling? I’ll tend to you four in the morning!’ So we went to bed, and this morning we got away before she could catch us and left Boyd to handle her.”

“Do you suppose she’ll hit Boyd?” Scarlett, like the rest of the County, could never get used to the way small Mrs.

Tarleton bullied her grown sons and laid her riding crop on their backs if the occasion seemed to warrant it.

Beatrice Tarleton was a busy woman, having on her hands not only a large cotton plantation, a hundred negroes and eight children, but the largest horse-breeding farm in the state as well. She was hot-tempered and easily plagued by the frequent scrapes of her four sons, and while no one was permitted to whip a horse or a slave, she felt that a lick now and then didn’t do the boys any harm.

“Of course she won’t hit Boyd. She never did beat Boyd much because he’s the oldest and besides he’s the runt of the litter,” said Stuart, proud of his six feet two. “That’s why we left him at home to explain things to her. God’lmighty, Ma ought to stop licking us! We’re nineteen and Tom’s twenty-one, and she acts like we’re six years old.”

“Will your mother ride the new horse to the Wilkes barbecue tomorrow?”

“She wants to, but Pa says he’s too dangerous. And, anyway, the girls won’t let her. They said they were going to have her go to one party at least like a lady, riding in the carriage.”

“I hope it doesn’t rain tomorrow,” said Scarlett.

“It’s rained nearly every day for a week. There’s nothing worse than a barbecue turned into an indoor picnic.”

“Oh, it’ll be clear tomorrow and hot as June,” said

Stuart. “Look at that sunset. I never saw one redder. You can always tell weather by sunsets.”

They looked out across the endless acres of Gerald

O’Hara’s newly plowed cotton fields toward the red horizon.

Now that the sun was setting in a welter of crimson behind the hills across the Flint River, the warmth of the April day was ebbing into a faint but balmy chill.

Spring had come early that year, with warm quick rains and sudden frothing of pink peach blossoms and dogwood dappling with white stars the dark river swamp and far-off hills. Already the plowing was nearly finished, and the bloody glory of the sunset colored the fresh-cut furrows of red Georgia clay to even redder hues. The moist hungry earth, waiting upturned for the cotton seeds, showed pinkish on the sandy tops of furrows, vermilion and scarlet and maroon where shadows lay along the sides of the trenches. The whitewashed brick

plantation house seemed an island set in a wild red sea, a sea of spiraling, curving, crescent billows petrified suddenly at the moment when the pink-tipped waves were breaking into surf. For here were no long, straight furrows, such as could be seen in the yellow clay fields of the flat middle Georgia country or in the lush black earth of the coastal plantations. The rolling foothill country of north Georgia was plowed in a million curves to keep the rich earth from washing down into the river bottoms.

It was a savagely red land, blood-colored after rains, brick dust in droughts, the best cotton land in the world. It was a pleasant land of white houses, peaceful plowed fields and sluggish yellow rivers, but a land of contrasts, of brightest sun glare and densest shade. The plantation clearings and miles of cotton fields smiled up to a warm sun, placid, complacent. At their edges rose the virgin forests, dark and cool even in the hottest noons, mysterious, a little sinister, the soughing pines seeming to wait with an age-old patience, to threaten with soft sighs: “Be careful! Be careful!

We had you once. We can take you back again.”

To the ears of the three on the porch came the sounds of hooves, the jingling of harness chains and the shrill careless laughter of negro voices, as the field hands and mules came in from the fields. From within the house floated the soft voice of Scarlett’s mother, Ellen O’Hara, as she called to the little black girl who carried her basket of keys. The high-pitched, childish voice answered “Yas’m,” and there were sounds of footsteps going out the back way toward the smokehouse where Ellen would ration out the food to the home-coming hands. There was the click of china and the rattle of silver as Pork, the valet-butler of Tara, laid the table for supper.

At these last sounds, the twins realized it was time they were starting home. But they were loath to face their mother and they lingered on the porch of

Tara, momentarily expecting Scarlett to give them an invitation to supper.

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Class Exercise:

III. Rules and Theories of

Language and Writing

Kinds of Verbs

Verbs are classified according to the way they function in sentences. A verb normally taking a direct object is considered a transitive verb . A transitive verb makes a transition, conveys a movement, from its subject to its object :

She has good taste. He introduced me to his uncle.

Greg never neglects his homework. She expresses her ideas eloquently. He stuffed himself with pizza. Where did you put that book?

A direct object answers the question consisting of the verb and what or whom :

Introduced whom ? Me.

Never neglects what ? Homework.

Expresses what ? Ideas.

Stuffed whom ? Himself.

Put what where? Book.

IV. Vocabulary and Word Collocation

 eq ‧ ui ‧ nox / ˈ i ː kwənɒks, ˈ i ː kwɪnɒks, ˈ e$ -nɑ ː ks / noun [ countable ]

 one of the two times in a year when night and day are of equal length

 Equinoxes are opposite on either side of the equator, so the autumnal (fall) equinox in the Northern Hemisphere is the spring (vernal) equinox in the Southern Hemisphere and vice versa.

 sol ‧ stice / ˈ sɒlstəs, ˈ sɒlstɪs $ ˈ sɑ ː l/ noun [ countable ]

 the time when the sun is furthest north or south of the EQUATOR

 The June solstice is the summer solstice in the Northern

Hemisphere and the winter solstice the Southern Hemisphere.

 The December solstice is the winter solstice in the Northern

Hemisphere, where it is the shortest day of the year. In the

Southern Hemisphere, it is the summer solstice and the longest day of the year.

 Use equinox and solstice to write a sentence.

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V. Recommended Author and Book

Jerome David Salinger

(/ˈsælɪndʒər/; January 1, 1919 –

January 27, 2010) was an

American writer who won acclaim early in life. He led a very private life for more than a halfcentury. He published his final original work in 1965 and gave his last interview in 1980.

Today’s Book

The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger

Publisher: Little, Brown and Company

Publication date:

May 1, 1991

Pages: 224

Overview of The Catcher in the Rye

The Catcher in the Rye is a 1951 novel by J. D.

Salinger. A controversial novel originally published for adults, it has since become popular with adolescent readers for its themes of teenage angst and alienation. It has been translated into almost all of the world's major languages. The novel's protagonist Holden Caulfield has become an icon for teenage rebellion. The novel also deals with complex issues of identity, belonging, loss, and connection.

[rye: a hardy annual grass that is widely grown for grain and as a cover crop; angst: a strong feeling of being worried or nervous]

The novel was included on Time '​s 2005 list of the 100 best English-language novels written since 1923 and it was named by Modern

Library and its readers as one of the 100 best

English-language novels of the 20th century.

VI. Idiom and Proverb Exercise

come from a good place To be motivated by decency, kindness, or good intentions.

come out of one's shell To reveal one's true self.

Write a short paragraph about the disclosure of someone’s true personality by using the two idioms. No more than 100 words. The idioms can be changed slightly when necessary. Class discussion will be made.

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VII. Student Writing Analysis

PAUSE

Jan 3 2016

What? I wrote this? I can’t believe my eyes!

---- The Student

Yes, you did it. Do you have the courage to read it again? But you have to because you have no choice!

---- Dr. Joe

The object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.

---- George S. Patton

Write a short oral message including this quote so your sports team coach can use it in a pre-game meeting.

• The Original Student Writing

It is eight o’clock in the morning. The blazing sun shot its poisonous rays onto a capacious green lawn. The fences along the the field marked the property under some authority. Inside the field, two groups of high-school students are changing into their gears. After their warm up, the coach of the white team gathered every player.

“Remember what we have come through to prepare this game...” Players’ minds involuntarily faded off thinking about the preseason trainings under the late summer’s sun. Sprinting to the endline while dehydrated. Tanned skins because of the lack of usage of sunscreen. Piles of jerseys that have an old scent sweat. Some with tapes on their ankles, and some with braces on their limb.

Some looked miserably forward, thinking about all the rest of the laps they were demanded to complete. Some with bloody nose, and some with bruises on the side of their thighs. Some cover their face because of the off-framed shot. Some punched the ground for letting in a goal. And all the times the put their arms around each other. All the times they give their hands to those who fell. All the times they ran across the field energetically for a scored goal. All the times they joy that water brings them. “The main key to win this match,” the players were drawn back to the coach’s key point, “is from a quote by General Patton, ‘The object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.’ The objective of this game is not to outwork the other eleven guys, it is to make them to try to outwork our eleven. Are we clear on that?” “Yes, coach!” The players responded in unison.

• The Editing and Comments

Note: We only edit the student writings for best presentational results. Dr. Joe and his team don’t necessarily endorse any of the personal views posted by the students.

It is was eight o’clock in the morning. The blazing sun shot its poisonous rays onto a capacious green lawn.

[very nice descriptive sentence] The fences along the field marked the property under some authority. Inside the field, two groups of high-school students are were changing into their gears.

[new paragraph]

After their warm up, the coach of the white team gathered every player. “Remember what we have come through to prepare this game...” The players ’ minds involuntarily faded into off thinking about the preseason trainings under the late summer’s sun .

. . .

Sprinting to the end line while dehydrated ; t anned skins because of the sunlight the lack of usage of sunscreen; p iles of jerseys that smelled the old sweat.

Some with tapes on their ankles, and some with braces on their limb s .

Some with bloody nose, and some with bruises on their thighs.

Some looked miserably forward, thinking about all the rest of the laps they were demanded to complete. Some with bloody nose, and some with bruises on the side of their thighs. Some cover ed their face because of the offframed shot. Some punched the ground for letting in a goal. And at all the times the y put their arms around each other ; at all times they give their hands to those who fell; at all times they ran across the field energetically for a scored goal; at all times they were filled with joy that water brings brought them.

. . .

“The main key to win this match,” the players were drawn back to the coach’s key point, “is from a quote by General Patton, ‘The object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.’ The objective of this game is not to outwork the other eleven guys, it is to make them to try to outwork our eleven.

[Repetitiveness and the wrong usage of

"outwork."] Are we clear on that?”

“Yes, coach!” The players responded in unison.

Dear Student,

One more time, remember to paste the assignment instruction.

Although this is way more than the coach’s oral message, the quote is used fervently and the story is written rousingly. This is a dynamic pre-game montage well cast in the mind’s eye of the reader.

Dr. Joe

Do next slide Jan.

10, 2016.

VIII. Dr. Joe’s Reflection

A special effect is a tool, a means of telling a story. A special effect without a story is a pretty boring thing.

---- George Lucas

George Walton Lucas, Jr. (born May 14,

1944) is an American filmmaker and entrepreneur. He is best known as the creator of the Star Wars and Indiana Jones franchises, as well as the founder of

Lucasfilm and Industrial Light & Magic. He led Lucasfilm as chairman and chief executive before selling it to The Walt

Disney Company in 2012.

A special effect is a tool, a means of telling a story. A special effect without a story is a pretty boring thing.

---- George Lucas

Dr . Joe’s Reflection

Without writing a story, Hollywood is nothing.

Write a paragraph about the importance of story writing for the movie industry by quoting this statement. 100 words or so.

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Homework

Review the teaching materials.

Be ready for the quiz.

Expand the charity writing to 300 words. Due Jan. 5, 2016 on the forum.

Write an essay about your opinion on global warming. No word limit. Due Jan.

12, 2016 on the forum.

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