Hello,
I would just like to say that overall the course was very manageable. Take it from a guy that had two classes during the Writer's Craft period. Anyone that says that the course had too much work or whatever just has really bad time management skills. I also liked how you told us when everything would be due on the first day of class (or one of the first days... I forget). It allowed me to figure out when I would be busy or when I could expect a lot of work. I don't know if I could use the word "fun" (as you do) to describe this course, but it wasn't a bad course!
I am very confused about the "last blog entry" thing, though. When you said "blog entry" I thought you meant to post something on our blogs. However, all of my classmates have posted theirs on here and so I guess I should do the same. Here goes nothing...
Dear Ms. Hyde,
Hello. How are you? I hope you are doing well. It is never a fun thing to hear about someone that is not doing well! How am I, you ask? Well, I am fine thank you. I am actually supposed to be studying for Geography right now. However, I just remembered that I had to do this last blog. It wouldn't make a lot of sense to not do this blog since I managed to do every other blog! You managed to do every other blog, you ask? Why, yes I have! Not only did I have two courses to balance during the Writer's Craft period, but I managed to do so quite well, writing most of my blogs the day they were assigned and eons before some of my classmates wrote theirs (I hope this is not a run-on sentence, a problem I learned to correct from your wonderful and appreciated guidance). Hey, did you hear about the Tiger that was supposed to be in downtown Hamilton! It turned out that it was just a big advertisement scheme. If we compare this scheme to other schemes, we would find that this scheme was indeed the most "schemey". I am so glad that you taught me how to do compare/contrast essays or else I wouldn't know how to compare schemes! Wow, look at all the neat-o skills I learned from Writer's Craft! It is as if I took all of the lessons I learned to heart and managed to turn them into meaningful skills! What a great guy I am! I think that I deserve a great prize for my efforts! Perhaps the highest mark imaginable would be an appropriate reward? If you don't agree, I could write a persuasive essay to prove my case. After all, I did learn how to master the art of the persuasive essay in your class!
Hope you consider,
-Dylan
(ps. Have a good summer!)
Monday, June 21, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
A Sunrise Through Dark Eyes
(I am assuming that all people referred to as "blind" in this blog were born "blind")
Seeing (pardon the pun) that blind people have never had the chance to gaze upon anything and have no real concept of what objects look like, I understand that references to colours and images will not be effective. More unique explanatory techniques will be required.
"The first step in understanding what a sunrise looks like, is to imagine a ball. Although you have never seen a ball, you have felt its shape before in your hands. It is very round. Imagine that ball in the middle of a blank canvas"
"Now you must imagine the colour of that ball. I know that you have never seen colours, however, all colours have emotional connections to them. Thus, I want you to imagine that that ball in the sky is the same colour as you feel when you are being cowardly or afraid. Imagine that the ball is yellow"
"The next step is to imagine that yellow ball surrounded by a plethora of colours. To understand the array of colours, imagine yourself when you are experiencing mixed-emotions. There is red for angriness, blue for sadness, yellow for cowardliness, green for sickness. Think about all of those emotions mixed together into a beautiful mess."
"Finally, now imagine all of this coming after a great length of blackness. Think about what you can only observe on a daily basis, and then imagine yourself suddenly being able to open your eyes to what has just been described to you. This occurrence is what it is like to view a sunrise after a dark, black night"
Seeing (pardon the pun) that blind people have never had the chance to gaze upon anything and have no real concept of what objects look like, I understand that references to colours and images will not be effective. More unique explanatory techniques will be required.
"The first step in understanding what a sunrise looks like, is to imagine a ball. Although you have never seen a ball, you have felt its shape before in your hands. It is very round. Imagine that ball in the middle of a blank canvas"
"Now you must imagine the colour of that ball. I know that you have never seen colours, however, all colours have emotional connections to them. Thus, I want you to imagine that that ball in the sky is the same colour as you feel when you are being cowardly or afraid. Imagine that the ball is yellow"
"The next step is to imagine that yellow ball surrounded by a plethora of colours. To understand the array of colours, imagine yourself when you are experiencing mixed-emotions. There is red for angriness, blue for sadness, yellow for cowardliness, green for sickness. Think about all of those emotions mixed together into a beautiful mess."
"Finally, now imagine all of this coming after a great length of blackness. Think about what you can only observe on a daily basis, and then imagine yourself suddenly being able to open your eyes to what has just been described to you. This occurrence is what it is like to view a sunrise after a dark, black night"
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Going to a Play
Being an experienced "playgoer", I have been able to observe many different styles and types of plays. Therefore, I have been able to discover first hand what it is that I expect and like in a dramatic performance.
For what I expect, I expect a play that will not have any "errors". When I say "errors" I mean that people should not be forgetting their lines, dance routines should be well choreographed and delivered, music should be played perfectly, and the audience should show respect for the performance. Nothing is more embarrassing than seeing a "professional" bobble around attempting to remember what it is that they were supposed to say. Nothing is more boring than seeing a dance routine that you could have put together and performed better yourself. Nothing is more saddening than hearing music that has been played carelessly. Nothing is more irritating than having the person sitting beside you talk throughout and undermine a great performance. One might even suggest that I expect perfection when attending a dramatic performance.
For what I like in a dramatic performance, I am somewhat specific. I do not like to find myself guessing correctly the sequence of events in a play. What is the fun in watching a production that is doing everything that I expect it to do? I might as well have stayed home and watched a handful of other plays exactly like it on youtube or television. I also like plays that contain some humorous bits. I love a good tragic tale, however, a good mood-lightener is always refreshing. Whether it be expert placing of a witty or quirky character, or an actual performance of the comedy genre, it does not matter! I just want to laugh and enjoy myself once in a while, and doesn't everyone? Finally, I like plays that try to make me think of something "bigger" than the play itself. A good story is one thing, but a great message is something much more. There is nothing more exciting than discovering new parts about yourself while deciphering a message delivered just for you.
If a play has all of these components, it is quite a rewarding experience to attend. However, if a play fails to deliver some or most of these vital parts, it is nothing more than "just another play".
For what I expect, I expect a play that will not have any "errors". When I say "errors" I mean that people should not be forgetting their lines, dance routines should be well choreographed and delivered, music should be played perfectly, and the audience should show respect for the performance. Nothing is more embarrassing than seeing a "professional" bobble around attempting to remember what it is that they were supposed to say. Nothing is more boring than seeing a dance routine that you could have put together and performed better yourself. Nothing is more saddening than hearing music that has been played carelessly. Nothing is more irritating than having the person sitting beside you talk throughout and undermine a great performance. One might even suggest that I expect perfection when attending a dramatic performance.
For what I like in a dramatic performance, I am somewhat specific. I do not like to find myself guessing correctly the sequence of events in a play. What is the fun in watching a production that is doing everything that I expect it to do? I might as well have stayed home and watched a handful of other plays exactly like it on youtube or television. I also like plays that contain some humorous bits. I love a good tragic tale, however, a good mood-lightener is always refreshing. Whether it be expert placing of a witty or quirky character, or an actual performance of the comedy genre, it does not matter! I just want to laugh and enjoy myself once in a while, and doesn't everyone? Finally, I like plays that try to make me think of something "bigger" than the play itself. A good story is one thing, but a great message is something much more. There is nothing more exciting than discovering new parts about yourself while deciphering a message delivered just for you.
If a play has all of these components, it is quite a rewarding experience to attend. However, if a play fails to deliver some or most of these vital parts, it is nothing more than "just another play".
Friday, May 21, 2010
A Peak into the Future
If given the choice of changing something in the past or having the chance to gaze into the future, I would chose the latter. What has happened has happened and I have learned to deal with everything. People that thrive on the past are pathetic, because there are plenty of ways to deal or correct their situation. They are just too caught up with their petty problems to see this!
Anyways, I think that looking into the future would be a lot more beneficial, as it will show me what I have to accomplish to get to where I want to be in the future. My path will be set out for me, making my life a lot easier. I won't make a wrong turn, or make a poor decision. I would know what has to be accomplished.
I can also see what I have to look forward to. Knowing myself, I will probably not be in a sad situation, as I am far too intelligent to let myself get caught in something like that. Thus, I do not have to worry about possibly seeing something in the future that will upset me. Instead, I will see all of the things that I have to look forward to. Adventures, challenges, relaxing, you name it! I will see it all and I will become eager and excited to be at that point one day.
As I have previously stated, this event would be a blessing. Why not see what is to come? Besides, if you see something you don't like, you can begin to change yourself so that the future will be different. It's undoubtedly positive, and an opportunity I would take full advantage of!
Anyways, I think that looking into the future would be a lot more beneficial, as it will show me what I have to accomplish to get to where I want to be in the future. My path will be set out for me, making my life a lot easier. I won't make a wrong turn, or make a poor decision. I would know what has to be accomplished.
I can also see what I have to look forward to. Knowing myself, I will probably not be in a sad situation, as I am far too intelligent to let myself get caught in something like that. Thus, I do not have to worry about possibly seeing something in the future that will upset me. Instead, I will see all of the things that I have to look forward to. Adventures, challenges, relaxing, you name it! I will see it all and I will become eager and excited to be at that point one day.
As I have previously stated, this event would be a blessing. Why not see what is to come? Besides, if you see something you don't like, you can begin to change yourself so that the future will be different. It's undoubtedly positive, and an opportunity I would take full advantage of!
Dylan the Old Geezer
I wake up and my arthritis in my hands is immediately painful. I am an 85 year old man, and I feel that I have lead a fulfilling life. Since I feel that I have served a meaningful purpose on the earth, I do not feel guilty to take a few steps back and resort to some more "savage" behaviour. Now, when I say "savage", I do not mean anything like burning down buildings, or pillaging vilages. I mean activities that seem barbaric for the elderly.
A first activity I like to participate in as soon as I wake up is taking off my clothes and dancing around. I need to take off my clothes anyways to get ready for my bubble bath, and so I might as well do somethign worthwhile. Besides, I am proud that my body has held up so well over 85 years, and I think I deserve the chance to showcase its beauty.
Secondly, after my dance party, I take my bubble bath. However, this is not an oridinary bubble bath. Instead of filling the tub with the usual "Johnson and Johnson" product, I use a more enjoyable product. I prefer to fill my tub with "Pop Rocks", as I find the sound very comforting in my old age, as it reminds me as to how lucky I am to still have my hearing intact. I guess that it is not actually a bubble bath though.
After my bath, I spend hours sitting on my porch making fun of the people that I see. I enjoyed this activity when I was a young whipper-snapper, howevever this cynical hobby would often offend people and get me into a lot of trouble. However, now that I am elderly, no one takes offense to my comments as they view me as a "cute" old man. What used to get me comments such as "What a jerk!", now give me comments like "Aww, isn't he cute?", just awesome.
My final daily activity involves my meal preparation, or lack there of. Being that I am 85, I do not have much concern over my health. It is not like I can really extend my life any longer, and so I might as well enjoy any food I wish. Thus, my dinner usually involves a call to the pizza or chinese guy, followed by a delivery of a personalized cake straight from the bakery! Don't I know how to "woop" it up in my golden years?
85 and living the dream! What else could I possibly want or need?
A first activity I like to participate in as soon as I wake up is taking off my clothes and dancing around. I need to take off my clothes anyways to get ready for my bubble bath, and so I might as well do somethign worthwhile. Besides, I am proud that my body has held up so well over 85 years, and I think I deserve the chance to showcase its beauty.
Secondly, after my dance party, I take my bubble bath. However, this is not an oridinary bubble bath. Instead of filling the tub with the usual "Johnson and Johnson" product, I use a more enjoyable product. I prefer to fill my tub with "Pop Rocks", as I find the sound very comforting in my old age, as it reminds me as to how lucky I am to still have my hearing intact. I guess that it is not actually a bubble bath though.
After my bath, I spend hours sitting on my porch making fun of the people that I see. I enjoyed this activity when I was a young whipper-snapper, howevever this cynical hobby would often offend people and get me into a lot of trouble. However, now that I am elderly, no one takes offense to my comments as they view me as a "cute" old man. What used to get me comments such as "What a jerk!", now give me comments like "Aww, isn't he cute?", just awesome.
My final daily activity involves my meal preparation, or lack there of. Being that I am 85, I do not have much concern over my health. It is not like I can really extend my life any longer, and so I might as well enjoy any food I wish. Thus, my dinner usually involves a call to the pizza or chinese guy, followed by a delivery of a personalized cake straight from the bakery! Don't I know how to "woop" it up in my golden years?
85 and living the dream! What else could I possibly want or need?
Friday, April 16, 2010
A Poem that I Found
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Paleozoic
Green
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University
Top
Announcements
Student
Games
Lunch
Room
Allergic
Library
Geography
Paleozoic
Green
Exit
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Oh shoes on my feet,
Oh, shoes on my feet, Oh shoes on my feet
You keep my feet safe when I cross the street
You help me to kick, you help me to run
You help me spend Summer, right out in the sun
You come'n many sizes, you come'n many shapes
You come with your own certain style and traits
You come in fierce reds, you come in cool blues
With so many options, it's so hard to choose!
But enough of the colours, enough of the traits,
'Cause shoes have a more functional place
They allow you to dance, or climb a big hill
They even help find, those who have killed
Oh shoes on my feet, Oh shoes on my feet
Thank you, Oh thank you, for being so sweet
From desirable traits, to your practical use
Thank you, oh thank you, my wonderful shoes!
You keep my feet safe when I cross the street
You help me to kick, you help me to run
You help me spend Summer, right out in the sun
You come'n many sizes, you come'n many shapes
You come with your own certain style and traits
You come in fierce reds, you come in cool blues
With so many options, it's so hard to choose!
But enough of the colours, enough of the traits,
'Cause shoes have a more functional place
They allow you to dance, or climb a big hill
They even help find, those who have killed
Oh shoes on my feet, Oh shoes on my feet
Thank you, Oh thank you, for being so sweet
From desirable traits, to your practical use
Thank you, oh thank you, my wonderful shoes!
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