Monday, December 12, 2011

I Want A Wife

1. Does this essay have an explicitly stated thesis? If so, what is it? If you believe the thesis is implied, paraphrase it in your own words.   She would like to have a wife that would do all of the things at home so she could go back to school and be more financially independent.

2. Throughout the essay, Brady repeats the words “I want a wife.” What is the effect of this repetition? It adds to the fact that she would want the perfect wife.

3. Brady never uses the personal pronouns he or she to refer to the wife she defines. Why not?  Because she uses the word wife to define who she is referring to to add character to her story
4. Do you think Brady really wants the kind of wife she describes—does this ideal spouse
actually exist? Explain why you think Brady wrote this essay.   I think Brady doesn't really want a wife but she thinks it would be nice to have a person to take the load off of her life so she could focus on going to school and getting a better job.  I think this ideal spouse does exist.  Some people like to do these kinds of things for their husband so I believe this type of person does exist.  I think she wrote this essay because this wife is exactly what any man would want to have as their spouse and she thinks that this type of women does not exist by using sarcasm.

5. How does Brady define what it means to be a “wife”? How does she organize the many services a wife provides her husband and family? What do you think of Brady’s characterization of a wife and her responsibilities? How do you think she wants her readers to respond to this characterization? Why?  She defines it by telling about what a wife is in her story.  She organizes the different services a wife provides into different categories such as cooking, cleaning, taking care of the children, and sex.  I think Brady's characterization of a wife is a accurate interpretation of what the perfect wife should be.  I think that her wife that she creates is the type of wife every man would want.  I think she wants her readers to realize that there is no woman that is perfect and that they should not try to be the perfect person and just be themselves.

6. Write a letter to Brady responding to “I Want a Wife.” Let her know what you admire or don’t admire about the essay and the extent to which you consider it effective and/or persuasive.

Dear Brady,
                     I think your story "I Want a Wife" is a great characterization of what the ideal wife is like.  I think you use lots of detail in what a wife should do for their husband and their kids.  I like how you go through every aspect of life and show what the ideal wife shoulud do for their family.  I think this method is very effective in persuading the reader into thinking they want a wife like that too.  Although, women believe that there is no woman that could do all of these things described in your story.


7. Write your own piece entitled “I Want a/an X.” You can use Brady’s essay as a model, and in the process, imitate some of her stylistic techniques. Or, alternatively, write an essay about the role of a “wife” in the early twenty-first century, explaining how a wife’s responsibilities complement and are complemented by those of a spouse.

In the early 20th century there was a strict interperestation of what a wife should be like.  The normal wife stayed at home while her husband worked all day.  She cooked, she cleaned, and she was the primary care for the kids in the family.  She basically ran the household while the man made the money.  This is how it was for many years until the womens rights movement.  After the movement, women started holding jobs and contributed more to the family financially.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Thanksgiving Break

This thanksgiving break was the last one where I would not have to come home from school.  The last time I will not be away at college.  I tried to make the best of this last break but it did not start off well.  I started my last break off being sick.  My throat felt like I was swollowing nails and I could not breathe through my nose.  I felt terrible.  I decided to not come to school on our last day before break because I was not feeling good.  I wanted to stay home and sleep so I was not sick for the feast.  All I did was eat oranges and sleep while I was at home.  I tried to get the most  vitamin C in me so that I could feel better.  Wednesday came and I started to feel a little better.  I took it easy the whole day and then the day came.  I woke up on thursday morning to the smell of mashed potatoes and gravy.  I then was amazed that I could smell.  My family usually has a thanksgiving lunch so by the time I woke up it was already time to eat.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Fairy Tale

How does this clip deviate (depart) fromt eh formula of a typical fairy tale?
There is no typial male hero and the woman who is being saved basically saves herself.

Princess Fiona fought off an entire group of grown men by herself.

The princess being in the woods is out of place with an ogre and donkey.

Fiona did the saving.

Fiona showed the matrix in the fight scence.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Exercises From Reading

The term "wetback" has been refered to people of hispanic descent for many years.  They see them as a "wetback" because they are put in hard labor jobs when they come to the United States.  Most of the people come from the border of Texas, Arizona, New Mexico, and Mexico.  This word has created a prejucdice towards Hisipanic people.  Some may think that they all are in the United States illegally and taking jobs from Americans.  However, many of them are American citizen and have earned their jobs fairly.  Most Hispanics have come to our country to get a better life for their families.  Since the Hispanics are willing to settle for any pay I think this helps businesses thrive.

In the Introduction to "They Say/I Say": The Mooves That Matter in Academic Writing, Gerald Graff and Cathy Birkenstein provide templates designed to help ensure that the reader undrestands and can recreate a writing piece that is academically "correct".  Specifically, Graff and Birkenstein argue that the types of writing templates they offer.  As the authors put it. Although some people believe, Graff and Birkenstein insist that. In sum, then, their view is that.  I agree. In my view, the types of templates that the authors recommend. For instance.  In addition,. Some might object, of course, on the grounds that.  Yet I would argue that. Overall, then, I believe and important point to make given.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

I believe in laughter

This article is a great way to deal with embarassment.  In high school there are lots of embarassing things that happen or events that make you angry or sad.  The best way to deal with the events is to just laugh.  There is no reason to dwell on the past but be comfortable with who you are and laugh it off.  I liked this article because Kelly seems like a happy person who enjoys her klutzy life.

A Dog’s Life

I liked this article because I have a similar story.  When I was around seven years old, I convinced my parents to get a dog.  I have been taking care of him and loved him for the past ten years.  He has taught me responsibility just as the author and his dog.  Even though he does not do much when I am gone, I know he is happy.

I didn’t wash my car last month

This story is a good way to think about life.  I do not like to do things that waste my time and that I will regret doing in the future.  There are many things in life that we do not like to do but we have to do such as paying bills and earning money at work.  The writer talks about his rocking chair test and I think that is a good way to think about what you want to do.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

You Are Being Followed

The drive was about fifteen minutes.  Down the busy main street, through the winding hills, past the sheep farm, and up the giant hill.  Once I made it into the neighborhood, it was the first street on the right past the playground.  It was dark and rainy so I slowly crept up towards the house.  It was around midnight so I coasted past her house in stealth mode.  As I drove by, I looked in to see a light brown mutt barking in the window like it had recognized me.  Once I parked the car down the street, I got out and opended up the trunk.  Sitting there, shining in the moonlight, was my smaurai sword.  Towards the head of the blade was a black smudge looking like an autograph and at the tip, a blood stain.  I grabbed the sword and started walking towards the house.  When I arrived near the house, the mutt started to bark at me again.  I immediatly hid behind the dark blue Volkswagen parked in the driveway next to the Suburban.  Once the dog had stopped barking, I continued towards the side of the house.  I went around the back and peered in the window to see a short bald man sitting on the couch.  He was drinking a can of natural light beer while watching football.  I tried to get by so he wouldn't see me to make it to the side basement window.  I had finally reached the window and I started to get nervous.  I looked in to see nobody was in the room.  I busted the window and shimmied down the wall.  I got up and was ingulfed in the distinct smell of popcorn.  Since nobody was in the room, I decided to mess stuff up.  I took my samurai sword to the green wrap around couch and the large tv mounted on the wall.  The bright yellow walls added to my anger.  The room looked like a bunch of little girls live there.  Then I killed Megan.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011


I woke up on the morning of December 25th to my sister shaking me and telling me that Santa came.  I was only seven years old at the time so i immediatly jumped out of bed and ran into my parents room.  They were still asleep so my brother, sister, and I jumped on them to wake them up.  We were all too excited to go downstairs and see what Santa had brought us.  Every year we have to wait for my mom and dad to go downstairs and get their coffee and the camera while we wait up in their room.  My siblings and I would always get frustrated with how long they would take to do such a quick task.  When they were finally ready, they called for us to come down.  We immediatly got up and flew down the stairs into the living room.  We came down the stairs and looked in the living room and there were no presents!  We were all confused at what was going on.  We were really sad because we thought we got put on the naughty list and did not get any presents.  I would not let myself believe we were on the naughty list.  I started to look around the house.  I went through the kitchen, the dining room, and then I arrived at in the family room.  There they were, all the presents from Santa sitting around the family room.  I was shocked.  Santa had played a trick on us by putting our presents in a different room!

Tuesday, September 20, 2011


Late Sunday evening, I arrived home from work.  Exhausted from the long day, I went inside and poured myself a big glass of ice cold water.  I was so thristy I could not even wait for the long seconds for the glass to fill up.  Once it was full I slammed the water off and drank the liquid as fast as I could.  The cold, intense sensation chilled my entire mouth and down through my body.  I felt a feeling of comfort as the cool water ran down my into my stomach.  The entire glass was gone before I knew it but I was still thirsty.  My instincts were to drink more water so I filled the glass up again and immediatly drank the glass dry. I began to regret my last decision.  I started to feel sick.  My stomach felt like it was being stretched.  I went to lie down on the couch to try to remedy the pain.  My stomach started to make funny noises then all of the sudden the couch vibrated.  I instantly felt better and I soon realized, it was only a fart.

Monday, September 19, 2011


I sat on the porch peering out over the front lawn, watching the sunset.  A frosty can of beer dripping condensation onto my hand. Sweat was still beading down my face from working on the farm since sunrise.  Covered in sweat and dirt, I sat on my rocking chair I had constructed from the old walnut tree from the front lawn.  The smooth, dark finish felt like glass on my damp hands.  The steady rocking made me feel as if I was being cradeled.  Everyday after I work, I sit down in my chair with a beer in my hand and watch the sun disappear behind the tall pine trees in the distance.  The pink and orange mixture in the sky looks like a famous painting.  Each day is a new painting in the sky.  Some days my wife will join me before dinner.  She will sit next to me in her rocking chair and we talk about our day.  Then she spends her time in the kitchen making me a fantastic meal for dinner.  Working on the farm is what I love to do.  The feeling of accomplishment and pride overtakes my body when I sit on my rocking chair, watching the beautiful sunset.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Sample Essays

Anthony was neither a leader nor a role model. In fact, his teachers and his parents were constantly chastising him because he was disruptive, ate too much, and had a hard time staying focused on a task. I met Anthony when I was a counselor at a local summer camp. The counselors had the usual duties of keeping kids from smoking, drowning, and killing each other. We made God’s eyes, friendship bracelets, collages, and other clich├ęs. We rode horses, sailed boats, and hunted snipe.
Each counselor also had to teach a three-week course that was supposed to be a little more “academic” than the usual camp fare. I created a class called “Things that Fly.” I met with fifteen students for an hour a day as we designed, built, and flew kites, model rockets, and balsawood airplanes.
Anthony signed up for my class. Anthony stood out from my other students for many reasons. He was larger and louder than the other middle school kids. He was also the only African American in the class. The camp was located in a well-to-do and predominately white neighborhood. In a questionable effort to promote economic and racial diversity, the camp organizers developed a strategy of busing inner-city kids out to the burbs. But despite the best efforts of the organizers and counselors, the inner-city kids and suburbanites tended to stick to their own groups during most activities and meals.
Anthony was not a good student. He had been kept back a year at his school. He talked out of turn and lost interest when others were talking. In my class, Anthony got some good laughs when he smashed his kite and threw the pieces into the wind. His rocket never made it to the launch pad because he crumpled it in a fit of frustration when he couldn’t get the fins to stay on.
In the final week, when we were making airplanes, Anthony surprised me when he drew a sketch of a sweep-wing jet and told me he wanted to make a “really cool plane.” Like many of Anthony’s teachers, and perhaps even his parents, I had largely given up on him. Now he suddenly showed a spark of interest. I didn’t think the interest would last, but I helped Anthony get started on a scale blueprint for his plane. I worked one-on-one with Anthony and had him use his project to demonstrate to his classmates how to cut, glue and mount the balsawood framework. When the frames were complete, we covered them with tissue paper. We mounted propellers and rubber bands. Anthony, with all his thumbs, created something that looked a bit like his original drawing despite some wrinkles and extra glue.
Our first test flight saw Anthony’s plane nose-dive straight into the ground. His plane had a lot of wing area in the back and too much weight in the front. I expected Anthony to grind his plane into the earth with his boot. He didn’t. He wanted to make his creation work. The class returned to the classroom to make adjustments, and Anthony added some big flaps to the wings. Our second test flight surprised the whole class. As many of the planes stalled, twisted, and nose-dived, Anthony’s flew straight out from the hillside and landed gently a good 50 yards away.
I’m not writing about Anthony to suggest that I was a good teacher. I wasn’t. In fact, I had quickly dismissed Anthony like many of his teachers before me. At best, I had viewed him as a distraction in my class, and I felt my job was to keep him from sabotaging the experience for the other students. Anthony’s ultimate success was a result of his own motivation, not my instruction.
Anthony’s success wasn’t just his plane. He had succeeded in making me aware of my own failures. Here was a student who was never taken seriously and had developed a bunch of behavioral issues as a result. I never stopped to look for his potential, discover his interests, or get to know the kid beneath the facade. I had grossly underestimated Anthony, and I am grateful that he was able to disillusion me.
I like to think that I’m an open-minded, liberal, and non-judgmental person. Anthony taught me that I’m not there yet.

COMMENTS: This essay is very well written.  He uses many different types of language to tell his story and his influence that Anthony had on him.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Ten Abilities

  • Leadership
  • Appetite
  • Open Minded
  • Social
  • Intelligent
  • Problem Solver
  • Goal Minded
  • Nice
  • Confident
  • Athletic
These are abilities can help shape my life in all different fields.  I am not sure what my career will be, but I think I am a well rounded person with many different abilities.  I think all of these abilities are what an employer would want to see in an employee.  They are all positive abilities that make a good worker.  I think leadership is the biggest ability that I have.  I am the captain of the football and lacrosse team so I have had lots of practice with my leadership ability.  Being a social person and a good problem sovler are also very good abilities.  In any career you have to deal with people.  If a person isn't social, not as many tasks will get done which could lead to less income or even being fired.  Also jobs come with many problems and since I am a very good problem solver I think I would be successful at any career I would like to pursue.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Hellen Keller

After reading Hellen Keller's narrative, I have more respect for what she had accomplished throughout her life.  I did not know much about Hellen Keller except she was blind and deaf for almost her entire life.  I did not know how she learned words and letter without being able to see or hear.  I think it is fascinating how she would work with her teacher to learn our language.  Even when she got frustrated, she would still work until it finally clicked and she started to make progress.  Hellen Keller didnt just deal with her disability, she embraced it and didnt keep her from learning.

Where I'm From

I am from cuts and bruises
from splints and bandages
I am from the white walls of doctors offices
the cold chill of the overused air conditioning
I am from glass bones and ligaments as strong as rubber bands
from the hard work of rehabilitation

I am from a family of variety
from east coast to west
I am from soldiers to doctors
from brilliance to stupidity
I am from playing marines with grandpa
from the frosty blizzards of New Jersey.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Types of Arguments

Last year I wrote a research paper about why it is not okay to give high school kids improper benefits in order to get them to play sports at their school.  A student athlete should be able to make their own decision based on what they like in the school.  Their decision shouldnt be influenced on how many gifts they receive or how much money they get.  Getting paid is for the pros, not high school and college.

I recently brought up with my parents that I should have more freedom now that I am a senior.  I gave good arguments in order to convince them such as, I get good grades, I am applying to good colleges, and I have a job.  These were all very valid points that they took into consideration.

In a recent debate case I watched in law class, they were discussing whether it was morally right to allow abortions.  There were multiple arguments that were in favor of both sides.  This made it for a tough case to decide because as it went on they would discuss and explore new arguments to bring up.

Now that I am a senior in high school I have had to make some decsions that will effect my life.  I have had to decide what classes to take, what colleges to apply to, and what career I want to try to pursue.  I have to weigh the pros and cons of each decision because they all have a big impact on my life.

People all over the world make decisions about how they meditate and pray.  People also try to sway your opinion on how you meditate and pray.  I have always done what my parents have done but others choose to do differently than what their family does.