Peer Edit's

My comments for Mckinnon, Taylor, and Matt are mostly critical of the particular writer’s style, point of view, or tone of voice.  It is hard to push my opinion onto a peers paper because I try to avoid being overly critical of other people.  This might be a hindrance to my commenting but might also deem necessary in order to avoid being too harsh.  The understanding that the writer’s paper is their own is something I try my best to deal with.  I can’t exert my opinion so much as to change the key points but to offer suggestions that will best benefit the work at hand.   Unfortunately, so much of peer reviewing has to do with “telling it the way it is,” rather than giving the easy way out.  I try to offer encouragement and compliments to the writer; however, on some of my peer reviews I have steered away from for a lack of understanding what the key points may be.  I believe I could add comments that assist the writer in further enhancing their writing potential.  I have been confused about how many comments are too many comments?  Is there a limit to the amount or should I just stop at the end when their seems to be nothing more to say? 

Before this class I was afraid of letting other people read my papers because I was scared the opinions of people reading my papers could only be negative.  My writing has benefited greatly from the peer review by allowing me to branch out and seek assistance for my papers.  I have started to approach writing with a more comfortable feeling that my works will not be overly judged by others.  I think that reading has allowed me to expand my writing styles, vocabulary, and way of approaching writing.        

The Virtual Life

Twitter started out as a system of communicating ideas to be viewed easily by your peers.  In this day in age websites such as this go viral in a matter of months.  With teenagers feeling that urging need to post everything that pops into their insignificant heads to internet; a website such as this was destined to flourish.   The initial sign-up is rather simple and the navigation of the pages is so easy an elementary student could figure this out, which isn’t much since every child that was born in the twenty-first century already has an amazing predisposition for using computers as soon as they come out of the womb.  To start following other “writers” or in this sense “posters” tweets, it just takes one search of their domain name to begin.  Some of the most famous tweeters are movie stars, political figures, athletes, and some are just internet sensations.  This website has the capability for anyone who owns a computer and has access to the internet to post their ideas.  Much like the internet phenomenon, Facebook, you develop a following or crowd that views your posts on a daily basis.  Could this not simply be just a blog? Fortunately not because the tweets only allow for a minimal number of characters.  Centuries ago the idea of sharing ideas through mass media seemed impossible, hell the idea that the earth was round seemed impossible up until a few hundred years ago.  Through websites such as twitter, with its easily navigable pages, quick search of friends, and having friends you’ve never met, we have become a technologically dependent country.  The thought of sending a letter to a friend just because you care is history.  This is just the beginning of the depletion of material ideas; we have advanced into the virtual realm of communication.

Putting your Best Foot Foward

When I was first told we would be blogging, I did not get all that excited.  I looked at it as yet another homework assignment that I would have to accomplish on time.  But blogging has become something of a hobby for me now.  I look forward to writing in something that no one has to critique or get mad about.  I can express how I feel about the world and all of its problems.  The blog has transformed into something like a journal.  Unfortunately this journal has a due date.  Some of my setbacks have been remembering when the blogs are due.  I remember at the last minute and realize that I do not have enough time to write the best possible blog that I can.  Though even with the time crunch I still love that I get to release some of the pent up stress I gain on a daily basis with my own journal.  Writing in this “journal” has helped me look at writing as less of a chore or requirement, and more as a way to edit myself and see where I may be lacking.  I see it as something that you are putting in your own words for the entire class to see and critique so why not at least take the extra time to edit your own work before hand.  I would be embarrassed with myself if I put something on the internet with twenty or so grammatical errors.  That being said, I feel that the blog has helped my writing socially and editorially.

Peer Review at a Glance

With the past few weeks being very stressful, I have tried my best to give my group members the best possible reviews.  I used what I learned in the article assigned for us to read to give comments that helped my peers achieve all of what they were capable of.  I personally think that the focus on peer reviews has helped me write my paper.  I now read over my paper multiple times before turning it in and I focus on finding places in my paper that make it more appealing to the reader.  In the past few weeks we have focused on writing a paper that was stimulating for the reader and catered to his/her reading styles.  With my paper I gave more visual descriptions, more examples from memory, and reasons for the reader to stay interested.  I liked peer review because I never really knew what to write on another person’s paper to help them in the later drafts.  It was always something meaningless that had no way of changing their writing styles to better suit the paper.  Now that I know how to comment, I not only help my peer’s paper, but mine as well.  With this ability I have become more interested in writing and may not wait so long to write my next paper; because due to procrastination I almost did not get a chance to turn this one in.  It is easier to begin writing the paper sooner rather than later so you have the opportunity to edit before you turn it in. 

I'm always on...

As soon as I wake up in the morning, the first thing I do is turn the alarm clock off, on my iPhone.  I make sure it has one hundred percent charge and I take it off the charger.  I check Facebook, text the important people, and make sure my Tap Zoo is still up and running.  My iPhone always leaves my apps open for me so that I can look at them whenever I like.  If I go out to a place I like, sometimes I post my location to Facebook.  The point is that I am almost always, "On the Grid."  You can reach me almost anytime of the day because my phone is never turned off.  Most people share the same opinion that if they do not have their cell phone in their pocket/purse, they are lost to the world.  They check it literally every two minutes to see if anything has changed in the world they know.  It's like a drug that has no clinically tested or proven side effects.  For American society this is a serious addiction with no cure and majority does not seem to want to do anything about it.  I personally do not know anyone that does not have at least one cell phone, no less a smartphone.  Smartphones, a dangerous tool in the hands of naive Americans, with no clue about what a technology addiction even is.  With over ten thousand deaths a year do to cell phone use, such as texting and driving, texting and walking, texting and etc.  My new years resolution was to use my cell phone less, and that is the only cure for a technology addiction. 

Something to live by...

"If you've never failed- you're not trying hard enough to succeed."  I like this quote because it shows character and gives everyone a reason to try harder.  Every day I wake to a new challenge and I hope that I can complete it.  It's very hard to just become an adult as soon and you graduate high school and that is what I was forced to do.  I try to be optimistic about a task and try to figure out where I benefit from it.  I believe that organization is the hardest thing for a college student to maintain; between all of the classes, due dates, papers, study time, readings, work, being social, and everything else that comes with the territory.  For myself I think the hardest thing is managing work and school together.  I spend more than fifteen hours a week on my computer.  It can't be good for my eyes, but if I want to succeed in the real world I have to dedicate my life to learning and excelling.  By doing your best in college, you have a better chance and being a well rounded and worth hiring employee.  You pay thousands of dollars to go to school and get a higher education.  I don't see a reason to waste a perfectly good opportunity like this one.  With all of the technology and equipment that goes into our school we should be doing our best to strive for the best education possible.  So why do so many feel the need to waste their time in college by slacking off and not studying?  Is it because their parents have paid for everything their whole life and now they are free from their watchful gaze?  Maybe so, and they might never get the same opportunities as those of us who worked our asses off to succeed.  But I plan to live by this quote as long as I am looking to my future and I hope you will do the same.

What do you mean I had an accent?!

Most of my family lives up North in Vermont and Indiana.  When I went up there to visit as a kid, I took my apparent accent with me.  My cousins had never heard the words "yall", "Ain't", or any sort of true southern accent.  They made fun of me for it for a long time, but when they came to visit us one summer, I noticed my cousin Elliot say "are yall ready to go yet."  I asked him why he was saying yall now and he told me that when I came to visit them, they had never heard someone speak as I had and they took on some of the words I brought with me to Indiana as part of their vocabulary.  I was born in very small town in North Carolina called Locust. Locust, a town so small that you could walk anywhere in the town in under thirty minutes, was very southern. I lived there until I was almost six and then moved closer to the city of Charlotte.  When I was sixteen, I sat down and watched some of our home videos of my family when I was very young.  I noticed that I had a very deep country accent.  My Mom called me her country bumpkin.  My voice had a southern twang that, when I was sixteen, I had already grown out of.  I realized that since I moved closer to a region that did not have as many people from the south, I lost my accent.  I felt disheartened about this because I felt that a part of my heritage had been lost when I lost my original accent.  Of course I am happy now that I don't have the accent because in my mind the accent mad me seem unintelligent.  But I wasn't the only one that lost their accent in the move.  My Mom, born and raised in the south, lost her accent as well.  However, sometimes when I hear her talk on the phone to other southern people, I can hear her accent come out like osmosis through the telephone.  I would consider myself to have had a very deep southern accent when I was young, but now I believe my voice is distinguished and I am happier with it.  Although, I bet if someone from another region of the country heard me speak, they might think otherwise.

The Importance of Literacy

Growing up, I wasn't the kid that got excited about getting anything that had to do with reading as a gift. I liked things that kept me moving or things that kept me quiet and controlled for long periods of time. Some of these items include video games, toys, movies, music, guns, motorized vehicles, and other things of this nature. I always saw things like books as a way of learning and not as something I wanted to take advantage of in my free time. Therefore, I believed that what I perceived as learning should be kept for the eight hours a day and five days a week I spent at school and not for my "extra time." My extra time consisting of the other sixteen hours I wasn't in school. Every day when I got home from school I yearned to go outside and play with my friends or hit the video games as soon as possible. It was the beginning of my pro life as a procrastinator. I was only ever looking forward to the next best thing. All through grade school I read to get by, just like most of my peers, and I didn't realize the negative impact I was creating for myself. But when I graduated from high school I knew I wanted to fly, so I joined the Air Force and now studying technical manuals for the C130 is the most important part of my job. I realized that I needed reading for so much more than just getting by to the next test or the next grade; I needed it so that I could perform a task that keeps people alive. And from there it progressed; I decided to go to college not just to get a degree, but to get a higher knowledge of how the world works. However, it took me eighteen years to realize that reading is an important and pertinent skill to surviving and excelling in the modern world.  Because of this I believe literacy is the basis for all knowledge and should always be key topic of discussion among political debates.  Children would be more likely to succeed in society if they had a higher knowledge and understanding of literacy and its basis.

The Journey

It all started on a bright day in June.  I was headed to the Air National Guard Base in Charlotte to beging outprocessing with my unit.  Feelings on confidence and happiness ran over me when I learned what time my plane would be taking of.  I gave my final hugs and told my family and friends goodbye.  Walked with my dad out to the car and we drove to Charlotte Douglas International Airport.  We said goodbye and he wished me luck, and I got out of the car and headed inside.  The bustle of what seemed like a never ending amount of people had me overwhelmed.  I checked my bags, grabbed my ticket and headed for my terminal.  I recognized three people at my terminal.  Two were girls and one was tall indian man that I knew by the name of Sakya, Sakya Sengupta.  An odd looking man with gunmetal glasses, a white t-shirt tucked in behind his leather belt.  We greeted each other, shook hands and began our walked down the long tunnel headed to our plane. We said hello to the Pilot as we walked on and took our seats only moments later.  At this point I'm not quite certain I was prepared for what might be the most important thing that has ever happened to me.  We chated for a while and finally heard a soft muffled voice come over the speakers telling us to fasten our seat belts and turn off all electrical devices.  We cooperated and before too long we were on our way to a place that only a select few of the countries population had ever been.  When we landed we stood up grabbed our bags and headed for the exit.  All four of us knew exactly where to go, I could practically taste my heart beating in my throat.  We were very anxious, scared even.  I could feel my toes beginning to go numb as I headed for my destination.  As I looked at the other three, I could sence that they too were feeling as though this was their last chance to turn back.  We took the last echoing corridor that led to a desk.  At the desk sat a small woman and a stalky man with a circular hat and uniform.  He glared at us, and told us to take a seat at what looked like pews from a church.  We sat for almost two hours on the hard and uncomfortable pew.  Then suddenly he motioned for us to grab our bags and follow him.  We walked out a door that lead to a bus, boarded, and sat down.  The bus cranked up and started to roll.  We drove for almost thirty miles, I fell asleep against the warm vibrating window.  When I woke up we had stopped.  It was dark outside now, roughly midnight and I could only see one thing outside the bus.  A man walking hurridly towards the bus.  The driver opened the door and the man stepped on.  He began to yell, every word that came out of his mouth seemed like it was earshattering and then I knew, I had just begun eight and a half weeks of hell, Air Force Basic Training, San Antonio, TX.

The Question

I've lived in Concord almost my entire life.  I have been all over the country; however I still feel that North Carolina is my home.  I am currently enlisted into the North Carolina Air National Guard as a C130 Loadmaster.  A C130 is a large cargo airplane that can deliver over 42000 lbs of cargo to any destination around the world, no matter how remote the location.  As a Loadmaster, I load and secure cargo onto the airplane and fly with that cargo to its destination.  I also setup loads for airdrop so that it may reach its destination without having to land the airplane.  The job requires rigorous training, but is also one of the most beneficial in the military.  I couldn't ask for a better part time job than this.  I have worked for the Air Force for almost two years now and am ready to dedicate a life of service to the United States Military.  My hope is to be an A10 pilot as soon as I finish my Bachelors in Philosophy.  My favorite book is The Lost Symbol, written by Dan Brown, the astute author that wrote The Da Vinci Code and Angels and Demons.  Most of his books require deep thought and intellect and always leave you wondering, why?  Up until recently I’ve had no idea what interests me academically.  I wasn’t interested in learning about math, writing, or history.  It all just seemed to run together.  Then after reading The Lost Symbol, I only wanted to know more.  The book explains that maybe humans have the ability to do more than what we know we are capable of.  For example, scientists have proven that we only process with ten percent of our brains.  The question every human being should ask themselves, is why?  Why do humans only use ten percent and what happens to the other ninety?  We may never know what else we are capable of.  It may take another thousand years for science to advance to that level, but we can start by simply asking the question.