Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Research Analysis
I hope this research analysis paper is as easy as it sounds. Basically writing about our thought process while writing our research paper, and how/why we actually accomplished it.?
Paper
So I don't know about everyone else but I'm really excited about the outcome of my paper, I feel that I really meet the course goals, along with academic inquiry I finally realized the meaning, I hope Adam feels the same way!!!
Revision Process
When revising my essay I had a lot of things to work on. I felt that I had somewhat met the course goals, but my paper was choppy and unorganized.
I first thought of all the thins that went on in my weekend, and I tried to think of things that happened or I experienced when growing up to get better insight on my topic. I correlated experiences such as the NCAA tournament pre-game show within my paper, I tried to stay open minded to learning new point of view because that is how my dad has always tried teaching us to be.
I ended up reorganizing my paper and copy and pasting paragraphs in different places, and adding new information that showed that I am opened minded and willing to learn while at the same time being critical.
I first thought of all the thins that went on in my weekend, and I tried to think of things that happened or I experienced when growing up to get better insight on my topic. I correlated experiences such as the NCAA tournament pre-game show within my paper, I tried to stay open minded to learning new point of view because that is how my dad has always tried teaching us to be.
I ended up reorganizing my paper and copy and pasting paragraphs in different places, and adding new information that showed that I am opened minded and willing to learn while at the same time being critical.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Encore
As it appears the blog has died due to the lack of assignments given by Andrews to directly post on here, because of the situation I feel it is necessary to clutter this space temporarily with obscene trash to aid in new posts and viewers.
I would like to discuss my discontent with America. Not everyone in America, just those in whom I do not know. The problem with today's society is we all put too much reliance on each other individually and not as a community as a collective. With our inability to place importance on the goals of the commonwealth we digress towards a system revolving around personal gain and capitalism. Referencing towards fiscal success doesn't deem failure in a community, however when the importance of the dollar or materialistic item exceeds an individuals view of the weight personal traits hold, failure of responsibility ensues. People must reaffirm their values they hold in mind or face an unjust constitute of disparity among the collective.
Guess Who Bizack?lol
This paper has my whole focus right now, I've read the group feedback, I've read my comments on my first draft, but it seems like there is sooooooo much to do. I dont think i can fully revise this essay by tomorrow. Ive been working and reading the examples but its just so much more to it. Due to our class discussions, it seems as if my classmates and i want to make this draft the best that we could. But its like we still have so much missing, like 8 pages of BULLSHIT!lol...So i guess for the rest of today, and tomorrow morning before class, im going to stress myself out about this paper. It feels like i have so much to add, im just unsure what exactly should i add. Hopefully i can present a finished revised paper by tomorrow.....
Monday, April 5, 2010
Just as I thought
As i went to class today, I, along with probably 3/4 of the class came in with the same draft we had before and didn't really revise anything. It was kind of funny to see how a lot of people had the same "O i forgot to print off my new one" line. I mean I don't know why everyone just can't be like I didn't revise mine because I along with everyone else knew that about 3/4 of the class didn't. I don't really know how I'm going to finish my new essay rough draft by wednesday, but I guarantee that it's going to need some revision by the time i get it back.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Refer to Label: FUCK.
I just have this feeling that a lot of people are going to change one or two paragraphs of their original draft and then just hand it in for revision. I'm not even gonna get that far, i still have gut rot from drinking last night, and I enjoyed spending time with my family today. Turns out on Easter we actually all got along instead of the usual alcohol influenced anger that my father brings upon us.
So you know what, Fuck It. I'm not going to class tomorrow, and I am not going to the fucking Brewer game. I don't give two flying shits about that, especially after the anger that sports summon within my father.
Friday in class Adam asked us to get into groups and talk about something, I don't remember what. Probably presentation choices or something, maybe it was Wednesday, whatever. Everyone in the group was like yeah, I haven't even touched my paper since we had to hand it in. So I just have this feeling that the same shit is going to get handed in for the second time. Why bother, I know what I have to do. I have all these great ideas and intentions of where to go with my paper, just need to sit down and force them to come out of myself. In reality the due date for this paper is whenever the last day of class is, even though it is smart to progressively work on it for revision, teacher check ups, whatever. I just know that a lot of people are probably going to hand in the same shit that they handed in before. I am not going to wake up at 3am to do English again, I've done that way too many times already this semester, "because i'm a procrastinating piece of shit," so fuck it, my tolerance for caring this semester was thrown out the window driving down a country back road at 2 in the morning half in the bag, or something.
So I stepped outside tonight, smelled the fresh spring air. Smelled great, not as crisp as the fall time, but better than that winter shit. I'm at my parents house, in the country. We got like 60 some acres of forested land that we use, even though we only own 20 of it. The country is awesome, I love that I can do whatever the hell I want to out here. Which includes going screamin' across the lawn on my atv or unloading my shotgun at something in the yard that's pissing me off... without authority interference. I can sit out here and drink in my backyard without anyone watching me or wondering what the hell I'm doing. Awesome, I hate peeping toms. I love that when I drive around here the roads aren't complete piles of shit, they are smooth, even, comfortable, unlike in Milwaukee county, where every fucking road is all cracked, battered, and torn.. plus a mess of that black pothole filler shit that just makes it more uneven half the time. My shitty Dodge's struts and ball joints take some abuse from the pile of shit roads that I am forced to encounter. Whatever. I love that every time I drive around the country every other vehicle on the road is a truck, the majority of which are diesels now, gotta love the smell of diesel exhaust. Yeah, you probably think I'm fucking weird but you didn't grow up in the country like me. Shit's a lot simpler here.
I rent an apartment in Greenfield with my sister right now. That's a fucking disaster. The tenants that live above us are up some crazy hours of the night, always playing some crazy fucking Indian rap or techno shit. Drives me up the wall. Fuck, last Friday I was awoken to someone jumping in the room above mine at 1:30am. Can't even explain how fucking happy that made this guy. I can't even sleep at that place, between the stresses of school, work, and other bullshit. Whenever I go on campus, a lot of things just tweak me out and surprise the shit out of me. All of the people there, it's completely opposite from the void I have been so long accustomed to, the void that makes me feel comfortable. I feel like I am trapped inside of stuffed elevator, claustrophobic... whenever I set foot on campus grounds. It's kind of ironic, when I am around a whole bunch of people in the big city that I feel claustrophobic and alone, but when I am out in the barren country everything makes sense.
Just can't wait to grind through the next 6 weeks and move back to my parents house. Even though I just have a lot of fifty to sixty hour work weeks to look forward to come summer, I will feel some sort of satisfaction that I finally be able to get out of the fucking city.
So yeah, take my aspect of it into prospective for all you city lovers. Some people just don't agree with it. My very blood boils upon entering Milwaukee traffic, and I don't know how some of you people do it. But props.
So you know what, Fuck It. I'm not going to class tomorrow, and I am not going to the fucking Brewer game. I don't give two flying shits about that, especially after the anger that sports summon within my father.
Friday in class Adam asked us to get into groups and talk about something, I don't remember what. Probably presentation choices or something, maybe it was Wednesday, whatever. Everyone in the group was like yeah, I haven't even touched my paper since we had to hand it in. So I just have this feeling that the same shit is going to get handed in for the second time. Why bother, I know what I have to do. I have all these great ideas and intentions of where to go with my paper, just need to sit down and force them to come out of myself. In reality the due date for this paper is whenever the last day of class is, even though it is smart to progressively work on it for revision, teacher check ups, whatever. I just know that a lot of people are probably going to hand in the same shit that they handed in before. I am not going to wake up at 3am to do English again, I've done that way too many times already this semester, "because i'm a procrastinating piece of shit," so fuck it, my tolerance for caring this semester was thrown out the window driving down a country back road at 2 in the morning half in the bag, or something.
So I stepped outside tonight, smelled the fresh spring air. Smelled great, not as crisp as the fall time, but better than that winter shit. I'm at my parents house, in the country. We got like 60 some acres of forested land that we use, even though we only own 20 of it. The country is awesome, I love that I can do whatever the hell I want to out here. Which includes going screamin' across the lawn on my atv or unloading my shotgun at something in the yard that's pissing me off... without authority interference. I can sit out here and drink in my backyard without anyone watching me or wondering what the hell I'm doing. Awesome, I hate peeping toms. I love that when I drive around here the roads aren't complete piles of shit, they are smooth, even, comfortable, unlike in Milwaukee county, where every fucking road is all cracked, battered, and torn.. plus a mess of that black pothole filler shit that just makes it more uneven half the time. My shitty Dodge's struts and ball joints take some abuse from the pile of shit roads that I am forced to encounter. Whatever. I love that every time I drive around the country every other vehicle on the road is a truck, the majority of which are diesels now, gotta love the smell of diesel exhaust. Yeah, you probably think I'm fucking weird but you didn't grow up in the country like me. Shit's a lot simpler here.
I rent an apartment in Greenfield with my sister right now. That's a fucking disaster. The tenants that live above us are up some crazy hours of the night, always playing some crazy fucking Indian rap or techno shit. Drives me up the wall. Fuck, last Friday I was awoken to someone jumping in the room above mine at 1:30am. Can't even explain how fucking happy that made this guy. I can't even sleep at that place, between the stresses of school, work, and other bullshit. Whenever I go on campus, a lot of things just tweak me out and surprise the shit out of me. All of the people there, it's completely opposite from the void I have been so long accustomed to, the void that makes me feel comfortable. I feel like I am trapped inside of stuffed elevator, claustrophobic... whenever I set foot on campus grounds. It's kind of ironic, when I am around a whole bunch of people in the big city that I feel claustrophobic and alone, but when I am out in the barren country everything makes sense.
Just can't wait to grind through the next 6 weeks and move back to my parents house. Even though I just have a lot of fifty to sixty hour work weeks to look forward to come summer, I will feel some sort of satisfaction that I finally be able to get out of the fucking city.
So yeah, take my aspect of it into prospective for all you city lovers. Some people just don't agree with it. My very blood boils upon entering Milwaukee traffic, and I don't know how some of you people do it. But props.
NCAA Tourament
After watching the NCAA pregame show about the first all black team in Indiana state basketball history to win a state title, I feel that I have grasped a deeper understanding of, not why Africans Americans are dominant physically, but mentally.
Crispus Attucks was an all black school that was set up in Indiana around the 1950's. Many said, because of the lack of societal support and many other reasons, that this school was set up to fail. The 1956 boys basketball team proved all skeptics wrong. Led by NBA Hall of Fame inductee Oscar Robertson, the Crispus Attucks team made history and won a state championship.
It is not easy to put ourselves into the lifestyle and situations that these players had to overcome, but after the pregame biographical show I feel I have a better understanding. These players, every time on the court, had to play against the five apposing players and the"opposing referees." Coach Ray Crowe, repeatedly made sure that his players did not give into everybody's expectations of getting upset and deterred. These guys had to fight for everything that they earned, and a lot of the time did not get respect for what they had earned. It says a lot about a group of guys, and in this case a group of people, that they have historically faced so many bumps in the road and athletically came out on top due to the mental capability to overcome these great obstacles.
Through centuries of segregation, discrimination, and inferiority African Americans have survived. Through their survival they have understood what discrimination feels like and how to overcome it. And when placed into sports which entails skills of overcoming adversity, African Americans can historically say that they have gone through more and are mentally equipped for such situations.
Crispus Attucks was an all black school that was set up in Indiana around the 1950's. Many said, because of the lack of societal support and many other reasons, that this school was set up to fail. The 1956 boys basketball team proved all skeptics wrong. Led by NBA Hall of Fame inductee Oscar Robertson, the Crispus Attucks team made history and won a state championship.
It is not easy to put ourselves into the lifestyle and situations that these players had to overcome, but after the pregame biographical show I feel I have a better understanding. These players, every time on the court, had to play against the five apposing players and the"opposing referees." Coach Ray Crowe, repeatedly made sure that his players did not give into everybody's expectations of getting upset and deterred. These guys had to fight for everything that they earned, and a lot of the time did not get respect for what they had earned. It says a lot about a group of guys, and in this case a group of people, that they have historically faced so many bumps in the road and athletically came out on top due to the mental capability to overcome these great obstacles.
Through centuries of segregation, discrimination, and inferiority African Americans have survived. Through their survival they have understood what discrimination feels like and how to overcome it. And when placed into sports which entails skills of overcoming adversity, African Americans can historically say that they have gone through more and are mentally equipped for such situations.
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