Thursday, December 11, 2008
BLOG*G^12
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Tuesday, December 9, 2008
BLOGGGGGGGGG
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
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Tuesday, December 2, 2008
BLOGGGGG
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
BlOGGGG
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
BLOGGG
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Tuesday, November 11, 2008
BLOG
Monday, November 10, 2008
Slave
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Election
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Racism
Monday, November 3, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
BLOGGGGG
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Cora
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Individual Opportunity
Discussion Question about death of a salesman
Monday, October 20, 2008
More speeches
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Speeches today
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Speech progress
Monday, October 6, 2008
Speech I have to do
Emerson
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
wealthy and poor
Cruz/Ragged
Monday, September 29, 2008
Ragged Dick
Monday, September 22, 2008
Visual Blog
Thursday, September 18, 2008
post # 13
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
skateboarding
Monday, September 15, 2008
Pseudo Arguments!
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Pathos
Monday, September 8, 2008
Torture
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Genetic Foods #2
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Genetic Foods
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Implicit and Explicit Arguments!
Thursday, August 28, 2008
purpose story
When I was about six or seven years old, I was staying with my grandparents in Florida. I was having a great time running around outside and enjoying the warm climate foreign to Indiana. My grandparents then invited me to go throw bread to the seagulls. For a short time, I was content and entertained, standing on the dock watching the seagulls fight over the breadcrumbs. Then, I looked to my left to find a blue herin, which stood up to be about my entire height if not taller. I was scared and I did not know what to do. I carefully started backing towards my house where my grandparents were when the beastly bird let out a hideous noise and charged directly toward me, its long pointed beak leading the way. I was absolutely terrified of what this bird would do to me and was overwhelmed by the helplessness of having nowhere to run. I let out a yell as what I felt was my last chance of survival. It was then that my sleeping father, who had been previously fishing on the dock, awoke started and hit the gargantuan bird with his fishing rod. The startled bird left, and I again felt a sense of safety, but the sense of being overwhelmed by fear and helplessness remained with me for days, as I had never before realized my safety could ever be an issue and that even with my parents around me I could still be threatened.