Sarah Beth,
Here are the questions you assigned me to answer about the Tutorial on the emich website I hope I did everything right and to your satisfaction.If not let me know and I will be more than happy to correct my work. See you soon on Monday at 5:00.Thanks again for being so understanding and not making me go all the way to school on Thursday when I don't have any classes, I apprciate it.
A.
The First Citation I used on the Halle Library Database Reasearch thingy was the "key word" section since there wasnt a lot of selections for my topic with the resturant I typed in "Waitressing" and found some articles,and books, as well as biographies that might be helpful to me.Oh and it won't let me underline on here so that's why there not, it wont even let me copy and paste it on. Here they are...
Dunn,Donna.Workplace/women’s place: an anthology. California: Roxbury Pub, 1997.
Waiting tables. Dir. Linda Chapman.Perf.Gloria Steinem. Meridian Films, 1986.
B.
Well, I typed in the database "observing" so that I might be able to find journals, or articles about how people observe and how I might go about observing my chosen community. I just want to make sure I know what I'm doing before I start. I found one on Observation skills for effective teaching / Gary D. Borich with contributions by Debra Bayles Martin. It explains certain ways going about this art.To get the full advantage I'm going to have to borrow the book from the Library, but atleast I have a partial look and idea of what the book is about before I have to run down to the Library. I don't think that I need a lot of research about waitressing and resturants because Its not that complex of a place but I do want to do some research on observing and researching a community itself. How I can learned and watch others without day dreaming and getting bored, like how you taught us to take field notes. It will keep us alert and observe more.
C.
I think I might try those magazines you see in the check-out isle when your in line at Meijer. They are those smut mags like Enquire or OK that have lies and paparzii pictures. I will do this because I feel the best observeers are paprazii themselves. They dedicate all of there energy and time to watching and getting to know the celebrity community, just like I need to get to know the resturant community. I don;t really think that those magazines are scholoarly at all. I hope I'm doing thise project right and that the main idea for this is observation and getting to know the chosen community that one has picked. I guess I'll see how things go as my research begins.
D.
I guess I will continue to try to locate on the database things that will help me with my rearch like observation tecniques and ways to interview people on certain topics. I also will try to look at maybe things on waitressing and how that is wrote about, verses the ways I do it and have seen others do it.
I do have many questions for you about this project. I have read over everything like the CRJ's and Annotated Bibliographies, but still am struggling with the steps how to do it. I'm sure on Monday I will have a whole list of questions for you to answer so be ready.
Amanda Elizabeth McCann
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
"Community Proposal"
Sarah Beth,
This community is about 95% females. I can just taste the perfume covered in a layer of cigarette smoke when I step thought the double-glass doors that seem to always be covered in finger prints no matter how many times I clean them. I want to observe it further than I already to and share what I have learned about this twister business called "Pete's" I find it so fake how all the woman there make such a great effort to present themselves as well rounded polite ladies when in all reality there back-stabbing low life's which only purpose is too make enough that night to pay the rent like some cheap hooker on the streets. I know I should cure in this writing but if you were the only one there that actually had a future and was surrounded by vicious woman who loath the very fact that you getting out and that place is only a stepping stool to something better and more meaningful. This is there career, there life, for me it's a part time job that helps pay for a small fraction of college. I will soon no longer have to surround myself with this place for I have just received word that I was hired for another job. I will not only give you reporting from the center booth in the middle of the bar but also tell you of my time on the clock and stories of what I went through so that you may understand why I hate this place so much.
Here are just three of my many questions about this world of drama and food:
1. Why is it that woman are so harsh for no reason at all?
2. Is there really a method to being fake?
3. Why does Pete's participate in so much shady things?
I will answer all of these questions and so much more once I begin investigating more. The weird part of all of this is that I have been observing this place for so long not just for this assignment but just because I'm so curious of why this place has so many secrets. I will be telling the lives of many of Pete's workers and why there so interesting to me I will not name names or tell where the location is of this restaurant if you would feel more comfortable I can also referee to Pete's as something else. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do.
Amanda Elizabeth
This community is about 95% females. I can just taste the perfume covered in a layer of cigarette smoke when I step thought the double-glass doors that seem to always be covered in finger prints no matter how many times I clean them. I want to observe it further than I already to and share what I have learned about this twister business called "Pete's" I find it so fake how all the woman there make such a great effort to present themselves as well rounded polite ladies when in all reality there back-stabbing low life's which only purpose is too make enough that night to pay the rent like some cheap hooker on the streets. I know I should cure in this writing but if you were the only one there that actually had a future and was surrounded by vicious woman who loath the very fact that you getting out and that place is only a stepping stool to something better and more meaningful. This is there career, there life, for me it's a part time job that helps pay for a small fraction of college. I will soon no longer have to surround myself with this place for I have just received word that I was hired for another job. I will not only give you reporting from the center booth in the middle of the bar but also tell you of my time on the clock and stories of what I went through so that you may understand why I hate this place so much.
Here are just three of my many questions about this world of drama and food:
1. Why is it that woman are so harsh for no reason at all?
2. Is there really a method to being fake?
3. Why does Pete's participate in so much shady things?
I will answer all of these questions and so much more once I begin investigating more. The weird part of all of this is that I have been observing this place for so long not just for this assignment but just because I'm so curious of why this place has so many secrets. I will be telling the lives of many of Pete's workers and why there so interesting to me I will not name names or tell where the location is of this restaurant if you would feel more comfortable I can also referee to Pete's as something else. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do.
Amanda Elizabeth
Thursday, January 24, 2008
"Workshop"
Reading Critically Jan 23, 2008
11:00 a.m.
I decided to attend this particualr Workshop because it was most conviient in my schedule (sorry Beth but I'm not gonna beat around the bush.) I did learn some things thought I'm not gonna lie. I learned that when you read if you ask questions to yourself about what the author is trying to say and write then maybe it will help you understand the material more. I also learned that writing in the margrins of the book can help you get more ineractive with what you are reading. I refuse to deface my book...it has a standing chance to make me a buck and by golly I will work that book like a prastutute on Hollywook Blvd.
Anyways, I even had to paticipate in a project were I had to read a page then discuss it and figure out what they were talking about.Turns out I was so wrong but they showed my ways to see deeper into the writing. They told me that if I came across a word I didnt understand that I shouldnt skip over it but to take out a dictionary and look the word up. I found them very helpful. They let me know that if I didnt understand something or was unsure about a reading in class that I shouldnt be afriad to ask, that also gave me confidence in mysself to ask others for help.
Sincerely,
Amanda Elizabeth McCann
11:00 a.m.
I decided to attend this particualr Workshop because it was most conviient in my schedule (sorry Beth but I'm not gonna beat around the bush.) I did learn some things thought I'm not gonna lie. I learned that when you read if you ask questions to yourself about what the author is trying to say and write then maybe it will help you understand the material more. I also learned that writing in the margrins of the book can help you get more ineractive with what you are reading. I refuse to deface my book...it has a standing chance to make me a buck and by golly I will work that book like a prastutute on Hollywook Blvd.
Anyways, I even had to paticipate in a project were I had to read a page then discuss it and figure out what they were talking about.Turns out I was so wrong but they showed my ways to see deeper into the writing. They told me that if I came across a word I didnt understand that I shouldnt skip over it but to take out a dictionary and look the word up. I found them very helpful. They let me know that if I didnt understand something or was unsure about a reading in class that I shouldnt be afriad to ask, that also gave me confidence in mysself to ask others for help.
Sincerely,
Amanda Elizabeth McCann
Monday, January 14, 2008
Community
Sarah Beth,
I am now finding out that Community is so much more than I thought. I really don't think that community is African- Americans or Asians. I felt like if there was a bond between a group of people no matter what color, they would form there own community. When I read "How it Feels to be Colored Me." I knew that someone out there saw it the way I did. You only feel different when you are told or put into a position where you are outlawed, uncomfortable, or showed that you different. I sat in a class of some 30 being the only white person and felt right at home. When the teacher spoke of the African culture she used words like "we" and "us" not everyone except Amanda. When we took a feild trip to the African museum in Detroit I felt like I was learning about my history for the first time, not the history of another culture. Yes in school we are told that there are different cultures but i can help but find myself doing the same things that a lot of other cultures do. This was the first time I really learned about Africans, and I enjoyed it so much, I got an A in the class.
The only negative aspect about being in the class what that not all were as accepting as a lot were. Some thought it was humurious and wrong I was in the class. they reminded me that the steriotype of our generation was tall, thin and blonde with blue eyes. I could feel them describing me, what hurt the most is that they dragged on how wrong the steriotype was and how I reminded them on anerxia and a meir image of a Barbi. Is that what I was, a doll which is meaningless and something to be juged and talked about because I only trued out this was. They even mentioned once that and if I am correct they said " I think that white people dress black and listen to rap because there trying to make up for how they treated us long ago. I think the reason why white people tan is so that they can look more black, like us." Those words dug into me like a knife. If I am not mistaken but the singer Beyonce has blonde hair and delibirtily wears gold toned make-up to appear lighter. Are we not all trying to change in someway weither it is good or bad. I try not to let things like that bother me. I know I am just like everyone else. I breath air, I sleep, eat and shit. I survive because that is my nature, that is our nature.
My community is College,I am a waitress within a group of waitresses. I am a aviator within a group of flyers. I am an EMU student. I am a group of people who love hardcore. I am one of a family of 4 that is my community. I am a lover of cats and dogs. I am devine of yougurt. I am a group of people with hazel eyes. I am one of your students in English 121. I am in a community called Earth. To list everything could take days. I can not wait to share with you my ideas on life. From what you have picked out for use to read and write about I already know you have an amazing mind. You see things in ways that I see them.
Sincerely,
Amanda Elizabeth
I am now finding out that Community is so much more than I thought. I really don't think that community is African- Americans or Asians. I felt like if there was a bond between a group of people no matter what color, they would form there own community. When I read "How it Feels to be Colored Me." I knew that someone out there saw it the way I did. You only feel different when you are told or put into a position where you are outlawed, uncomfortable, or showed that you different. I sat in a class of some 30 being the only white person and felt right at home. When the teacher spoke of the African culture she used words like "we" and "us" not everyone except Amanda. When we took a feild trip to the African museum in Detroit I felt like I was learning about my history for the first time, not the history of another culture. Yes in school we are told that there are different cultures but i can help but find myself doing the same things that a lot of other cultures do. This was the first time I really learned about Africans, and I enjoyed it so much, I got an A in the class.
The only negative aspect about being in the class what that not all were as accepting as a lot were. Some thought it was humurious and wrong I was in the class. they reminded me that the steriotype of our generation was tall, thin and blonde with blue eyes. I could feel them describing me, what hurt the most is that they dragged on how wrong the steriotype was and how I reminded them on anerxia and a meir image of a Barbi. Is that what I was, a doll which is meaningless and something to be juged and talked about because I only trued out this was. They even mentioned once that and if I am correct they said " I think that white people dress black and listen to rap because there trying to make up for how they treated us long ago. I think the reason why white people tan is so that they can look more black, like us." Those words dug into me like a knife. If I am not mistaken but the singer Beyonce has blonde hair and delibirtily wears gold toned make-up to appear lighter. Are we not all trying to change in someway weither it is good or bad. I try not to let things like that bother me. I know I am just like everyone else. I breath air, I sleep, eat and shit. I survive because that is my nature, that is our nature.
My community is College,I am a waitress within a group of waitresses. I am a aviator within a group of flyers. I am an EMU student. I am a group of people who love hardcore. I am one of a family of 4 that is my community. I am a lover of cats and dogs. I am devine of yougurt. I am a group of people with hazel eyes. I am one of your students in English 121. I am in a community called Earth. To list everything could take days. I can not wait to share with you my ideas on life. From what you have picked out for use to read and write about I already know you have an amazing mind. You see things in ways that I see them.
Sincerely,
Amanda Elizabeth
"How it Feels to be Colored"
Sarah beth,
I feel in so many ways that Zora and I are the same. Last sememster I found myself walking into what I thought was going to be a rather Diverse class since it was a credit towards that, but I was mistaken. I was the only white person in there other than a girl who I later found out was mixed, not saying that I didnt already know. I took the class so I could understand different cultures more,African American was one of them. My class was African-American Lit.
They didnt treat me any different I knew they were wondering why I was in there, but none the less, I was equal.I was equal untill we were forced to watch a movie called " Ethnic Notions" I dont recommend watching it. It pin-pointed how cruel whites were when slavery was slowly becoming outlawed and how whites would learn that it was wrong and they would have to treat everyone equal and do there own work. It showed vivid images of Africans being hung and horrible songs and advertisements against them. I could hear the faint whispers of my class mates hating whites and threatning to do the same to them.I was scared, but I am not the past. I would never repeat that cruel time.Just as Zora was finding out she was different even though she didnt realize it untill someone pointed out she was. I noticed as I would walk across campus with them how people pointed me out like a rat in a cage full of mice. I dont feel any different. I am not and I refuse to be treated like I am. I refuse to believe the Doll test done by the "Clarks" I know that I am the same, thats all that matters. I don't think you should have to stay in your hometown to feel equal I want to be able to go anywhere and know I am only different from my reflection, nothing else. Take a minute Sarah, look at a class full of caucasions, none of us are the same color. I tan, you really think that a girl of my height, weight and age that never tans looks like me. We are the color, weight, and height to which are enviorment allows us. Africans in Africa are taller and darker so that they can reflect the sun off of them and keep colored, besides the fact that they are closer to the equator. Eskimos are short and quit jubby with higher cheek bones so that they may keep warmer and also reflect the sun. We are only adapting so that we may survive. We dont see it because we are so obsorbed with the society that T.V. has told us to be. We think being tall, thin, and rich makes us beautiful only because we are watching and sucking in every last bit of whats popular and now. I know, even I do it. I only know whats beautiful for what I see. I feel if I didnt have long hair, stayed thin and tanned I would lack beauty. I have forgotten and lost sight, that My beauty only truly lies within. I am merely a creation on what society thinks beauty is. I have stayed true to the fact agaisnt plastic surgery and tactoos and pericings. I wish to stay pure for as long as my body will allow it. Nothing sharp or ink filled will ever touch my body. I would like to think in some way I still stray pure.
Now, I know this is far from Zora and her story but in a lot of ways I am telling a story that I feel is just like hers. I am an outlaw to a society, a class that I was placed in by a Acedemic adviser which indeed was African American, that picked it for me, and I just another notch on a chart of staticts that will one day be issued as making EMU that more diverse. I only wish to learn, not be conned into something.Maybe I am just another bag placed on a wall with other bags of brown, yellow, red, and white.PLEASE let me know if I should write more to recieve credit, I know its not much about the article but I understood it,obsorbed it, and gained great writting from it. I know out of anyone you would understand. The reading was like a drug which fueled me to write. I thank you for that. I have not wrote this passionate about something in a long time.
Again Truly,
Amanda Elizabeth
I feel in so many ways that Zora and I are the same. Last sememster I found myself walking into what I thought was going to be a rather Diverse class since it was a credit towards that, but I was mistaken. I was the only white person in there other than a girl who I later found out was mixed, not saying that I didnt already know. I took the class so I could understand different cultures more,African American was one of them. My class was African-American Lit.
They didnt treat me any different I knew they were wondering why I was in there, but none the less, I was equal.I was equal untill we were forced to watch a movie called " Ethnic Notions" I dont recommend watching it. It pin-pointed how cruel whites were when slavery was slowly becoming outlawed and how whites would learn that it was wrong and they would have to treat everyone equal and do there own work. It showed vivid images of Africans being hung and horrible songs and advertisements against them. I could hear the faint whispers of my class mates hating whites and threatning to do the same to them.I was scared, but I am not the past. I would never repeat that cruel time.Just as Zora was finding out she was different even though she didnt realize it untill someone pointed out she was. I noticed as I would walk across campus with them how people pointed me out like a rat in a cage full of mice. I dont feel any different. I am not and I refuse to be treated like I am. I refuse to believe the Doll test done by the "Clarks" I know that I am the same, thats all that matters. I don't think you should have to stay in your hometown to feel equal I want to be able to go anywhere and know I am only different from my reflection, nothing else. Take a minute Sarah, look at a class full of caucasions, none of us are the same color. I tan, you really think that a girl of my height, weight and age that never tans looks like me. We are the color, weight, and height to which are enviorment allows us. Africans in Africa are taller and darker so that they can reflect the sun off of them and keep colored, besides the fact that they are closer to the equator. Eskimos are short and quit jubby with higher cheek bones so that they may keep warmer and also reflect the sun. We are only adapting so that we may survive. We dont see it because we are so obsorbed with the society that T.V. has told us to be. We think being tall, thin, and rich makes us beautiful only because we are watching and sucking in every last bit of whats popular and now. I know, even I do it. I only know whats beautiful for what I see. I feel if I didnt have long hair, stayed thin and tanned I would lack beauty. I have forgotten and lost sight, that My beauty only truly lies within. I am merely a creation on what society thinks beauty is. I have stayed true to the fact agaisnt plastic surgery and tactoos and pericings. I wish to stay pure for as long as my body will allow it. Nothing sharp or ink filled will ever touch my body. I would like to think in some way I still stray pure.
Now, I know this is far from Zora and her story but in a lot of ways I am telling a story that I feel is just like hers. I am an outlaw to a society, a class that I was placed in by a Acedemic adviser which indeed was African American, that picked it for me, and I just another notch on a chart of staticts that will one day be issued as making EMU that more diverse. I only wish to learn, not be conned into something.Maybe I am just another bag placed on a wall with other bags of brown, yellow, red, and white.PLEASE let me know if I should write more to recieve credit, I know its not much about the article but I understood it,obsorbed it, and gained great writting from it. I know out of anyone you would understand. The reading was like a drug which fueled me to write. I thank you for that. I have not wrote this passionate about something in a long time.
Again Truly,
Amanda Elizabeth
What I'm passionate about
A picture. Something so still and beautiful that no words are nessisary,just the beauty behind it. I wish to know more about photography. I want to know what makes it so special, yet so difficult that only a few can actaully capture the beauty in the breakdown. Maybe I am interested in it because I am unable to do it. I know that some of the things in life that you want are simply the things in life that you could never have. I want this, I try very hard but I still cannot be that which I try. I see these photographer that make everything so much more simpler and I adore them, I adore the very fact that they seem things so differenly than others do. They live through the lens of a camera, were I live life through a window in a C-172. I must observe the beauty and try to visualize what they see. I feel that this might mean that I must take pictures but that just makes this even more delisous. All in all this may be too difficult and I might venture into another feild which I may be able to watch others more closley, since photographers are alone and hidden themselves. I only with to share thiss with you.
Truly,
Amanda Elizabeth
Truly,
Amanda Elizabeth
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Dumpster Diving
I truly found this writing to be in lighting and shocking. I know that some many have it hard, but if the day every comes when I may find myself reaching my hand down into a waste filled dumpster just so I may survive another day, I would come to terms with myself and "bite the bullet." We do what we must to survive as this woman has along with her somewhat young daughter who still sounds naive to the fact of being homeless.."homeless" I bet she doesn't even know the meaning yet. Just like I am ignorant to the word other than what I have seen in movies and read in books.
I believe the community is the homeless. She breaks down what they must Indore just to make a dollar and fill a belly. She has actually able to make a almost accurate observation and diagnose what condition the food is in and if it is fit to eat. I find it quit amazing how she plays detective to feed her child and stay alive. You can tell that she has made an effort to visit the local library more than once for information. She has a rather vast vocabulary and has some knowledge of pharmaceuticals which gives her the upper hand when telling her story and finding usable medication. I could be wrong though, she could have very well already been educated before she wrote this.
A little off the subject I remember once a year my mother (who works at FORD) must participate in some kind of a community service. She rather enjoys working on Habitat for Humanity, but also gave some of her time to a soup kitchen. This kitchen would consist of food that people have donated that no longer wish to have. My mother mentioned that there was a cook in the back that always managed to make reasonable good meals for there daily guest. I remember my mother used the words (nutritious and adequate) not something you would choose to make yourself but enough to eat. To eat and survive. I admire that she does this, even though it is required in her job duties she still takes great pride. It's funny how she is required to do some many hours of community serve just for working at FORD, just as a convict in jail is being punished in the form of community serve, the same serve that my mother takes pride in doing and in no way finds undesirable.
Back to Dumpster Diving, she is definitely an insider when it comes to my opinion's , if i had to dive to survive I would not want to know why a brand new baby blanket was thrown away without a touch of a newborn on it. She seems very objective in her research. She knows that when you puncture a can to make she that there some kind of vacuum and if there is mold on cheese to just pare it away and enjoy your feast. Her research and dedication is admiring. When I read this paper it made me want to research and discover everything that a subject in life has to offer. She seemed straight forward and mellow when she described her everyday life she wanted to state certain facts and did so in a appropriate manner when really there is nothing classy about her life. She did very well in explaining it the same way you would explain grocery shopping at Meijer. I think its really effective and makes people see that observation and research can be done anywhere, just by opening your mind you unlock a door to so many more opportunities. I rather wish to read more papers like these than on "How to Myspace." Thank You for sharing this with me Sarah Beth.
I believe the community is the homeless. She breaks down what they must Indore just to make a dollar and fill a belly. She has actually able to make a almost accurate observation and diagnose what condition the food is in and if it is fit to eat. I find it quit amazing how she plays detective to feed her child and stay alive. You can tell that she has made an effort to visit the local library more than once for information. She has a rather vast vocabulary and has some knowledge of pharmaceuticals which gives her the upper hand when telling her story and finding usable medication. I could be wrong though, she could have very well already been educated before she wrote this.
A little off the subject I remember once a year my mother (who works at FORD) must participate in some kind of a community service. She rather enjoys working on Habitat for Humanity, but also gave some of her time to a soup kitchen. This kitchen would consist of food that people have donated that no longer wish to have. My mother mentioned that there was a cook in the back that always managed to make reasonable good meals for there daily guest. I remember my mother used the words (nutritious and adequate) not something you would choose to make yourself but enough to eat. To eat and survive. I admire that she does this, even though it is required in her job duties she still takes great pride. It's funny how she is required to do some many hours of community serve just for working at FORD, just as a convict in jail is being punished in the form of community serve, the same serve that my mother takes pride in doing and in no way finds undesirable.
Back to Dumpster Diving, she is definitely an insider when it comes to my opinion's , if i had to dive to survive I would not want to know why a brand new baby blanket was thrown away without a touch of a newborn on it. She seems very objective in her research. She knows that when you puncture a can to make she that there some kind of vacuum and if there is mold on cheese to just pare it away and enjoy your feast. Her research and dedication is admiring. When I read this paper it made me want to research and discover everything that a subject in life has to offer. She seemed straight forward and mellow when she described her everyday life she wanted to state certain facts and did so in a appropriate manner when really there is nothing classy about her life. She did very well in explaining it the same way you would explain grocery shopping at Meijer. I think its really effective and makes people see that observation and research can be done anywhere, just by opening your mind you unlock a door to so many more opportunities. I rather wish to read more papers like these than on "How to Myspace." Thank You for sharing this with me Sarah Beth.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
"Letter Back to You"
Sarah Beth,
I think it is quit interesting that you chose a Blog as the main hole which all of our writings will meet. I have never had the chance to make one but I know someone who has. My mother was going to Antarctica and was unable to use a telephone,being that she was miles away from civilization. She did have access to a computer and thought it would be interesting to take pictures and write about her journey. This was about mid November.
I decided that I needed this class as a Gen. and figured I might as well do it now than later. I have already taken Eng 120 and did very well, I should have dropped it and moved to Eng 120, but I enjoyed the teachings of my teacher. I hope only to gain strength in my writing so that I may present myself with more class in the field of writing. I feel that I have much to say and I am able to seem elegant in person but on paper I fall short. My grammar is my downfall. I once was published in a Young Authors book for poetry. I used to write beautiful poetry, I now find that there isn't enough hours in the day for me to write like I used to. Sadly now I write for the grade, not the passion.
I am really looking forward to this class and get the chance to show you a passion I once had. It seems that the older I get in school the less anyone wants to hear or assign poetry. I also hope I did not offend you when I called you Sarah Beth, I feel that our middle names are given, but never used. I like to use both every now and than, so there not forgotten. I'll be seeing you Wednesday.
Sincerely,
Amanda Elizabeth McCann
I think it is quit interesting that you chose a Blog as the main hole which all of our writings will meet. I have never had the chance to make one but I know someone who has. My mother was going to Antarctica and was unable to use a telephone,being that she was miles away from civilization. She did have access to a computer and thought it would be interesting to take pictures and write about her journey. This was about mid November.
I decided that I needed this class as a Gen. and figured I might as well do it now than later. I have already taken Eng 120 and did very well, I should have dropped it and moved to Eng 120, but I enjoyed the teachings of my teacher. I hope only to gain strength in my writing so that I may present myself with more class in the field of writing. I feel that I have much to say and I am able to seem elegant in person but on paper I fall short. My grammar is my downfall. I once was published in a Young Authors book for poetry. I used to write beautiful poetry, I now find that there isn't enough hours in the day for me to write like I used to. Sadly now I write for the grade, not the passion.
I am really looking forward to this class and get the chance to show you a passion I once had. It seems that the older I get in school the less anyone wants to hear or assign poetry. I also hope I did not offend you when I called you Sarah Beth, I feel that our middle names are given, but never used. I like to use both every now and than, so there not forgotten. I'll be seeing you Wednesday.
Sincerely,
Amanda Elizabeth McCann
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