In his story, "The Learning Curve", David Sedaris goes into great detail about what kind of image he wants to present to his students. Write a paragraph describing the image you would want to portray of yourself in a particular situation. It can be funny, like "The Learning Curve", or it can be serious. You can write about any arena that you'd like, real or imagined. For example, you can invent a rock star persona for yourself or the image you'd like to present if you were the loving lapdog of an elderly woman. Be creative, and be very descriptive. Think about what clothes you might wear, what your voice would sound like, what you would want people to call you, etc, as Sedaris does in his story. Post your paragraph as a comment and include your name as it appears on the roster.
Tayshaun Vaughan
ReplyDeleteIf I had supper powers I would be and women with wings. I would have on a long black and gold outfit with long red wings. I would fly faster then any air plan. I would fly to save people from the most dangerous things. I would lift up cars! and i wouldnt wear shoes< i would have pink lip stick and pink hair thats what i would like to be.
Standing in front of a classroom full of teenagers of all races and sizes can be quite intimidating. As a substitute teacher, I already came into the classroom with a feeling of uneasiness and scared out of my mind. I stood only 5 foot 3 and, seemed to be as young as the children were, or at least that is what they thought. As they yelled across the classroom, playful laughter filled the air and my voice reached its maximum potential before it's breaking point, I thought "what have I gotten myself into”,standing frozen in the center of the room I spoke in a firm undertone saying " Everyone in their seats now!" All of the children scattered, running left and right like ants in a pile. After the day was complete the small 22 years old woman that entered the classroom with a world of hopes, desires and excitement was now, filled with disgust, discouragement and confusion, why? Because, the field of teaching in which I’d chosen was not what I expected it to be, although I managed to create order in a classroom full of chaos by being firm and standing my ground, Could I manage to do this everyday?
ReplyDeleteDeAngela Domino
English 110-25
Wednesday 6:00pm-8:50pm
After graduating from college, I will hopefully become a kindergarten teacher. Excited and nervous, I would wake up to get my first day of teaching started. I will wear a light blue collared shirt with the school’s logo on the top left side of my shirt and khaki pants. I will also have a name tag on my shirts with the name of Ms. Manuel on it. Walking into the class room on the first day with my back-pack on, I will wait patiently for the children to get there. I would go over the attendance list and try to learn the hard names that the children have. I will have no more than 18 bad boys and girls in the class. As the students come in, I will greet them and their parents. The parents may look at me sideways because of my height and the softness in my voice. Some of the parents may not think that I am the right teacher. I will welcome them into the class and tell them that my name is Ms. Manuel. Each student will be given a name tag in the shape of an animal to wear on their shirts. I will show the overly excited children where the back-sacks are to be placed under their names and then show them to their seats. We will start of by introducing ourselves to the whole class and get to know each others names. Some of the children will sit quietly and some and going to try to run around the classroom the entire time. At the end of the day, I would go home and think that I didn’t make a horrible mistake by wanting to teach children that do not listen.
ReplyDelete-Shakiyla Manuel
I had seen him many times in the pass. Not as much as he would like to but, often enough. Kent Johnson is his name. Medium builted, body of steel, and always smiling. Often we would hold a short conversation, mainly about the two of us. He never talked about any family or friends, nor did I. Out of the blue, one cold chilling night. I heard a knock at the door. Who is it? Kent, Miss Jones. Oh, Mr Johnson, give me a second. As I ran back into the kitchen, to put away the dish towel. I had already started to wash dishes from this evening supper. I turned away, walked through the double doors toward the front door, and never looked back.
ReplyDeleteHello! May I have a cup of sugar? yes! I usually slip a cup of tea at this time of evening. I never got a chance, of course to ask why he didn't drive to the store for sugar. Through the kitchen window as I peeped out I could see anything but, darkness. Not for one moment I had a feeling of being watched. There was noises, as I suddenly stopped and looked out the window, but, I couldn't see anything, because it was dark outside and well-lit inside. All I could see was my reflection and, the old kitchen hutch that stood up aganist the wall.
Was it because I was frighteded? Yes, I was. From the beginning he was getting under my skin. As he moved along the bushes outside the window watching me, the way he had watched me before. There was a light that flickered, only for a second. As I opened the door to see what it was, up the side walk came Mr. Johnson. At times I stand under the old oak tree and smoke my pipe. I hope I didn't frighten you. Not at all, with this silly smirk on my face. But, I knew better he had been watching me many times before. Through the kitchen window from under that old oak tree.
Loretha Stewart
English 110-25
Wednesday 6:00-8:50pm
September 14, 2010 @3:00pm
When i walk into the bathroom, i hate that the mirror is eye-level with me; I hate being able to see what I look like. Knowing that this is what people have been staring at all day, I almost feel sorry for them. I can't tell why they judge me. Is it because my ripped dirty clothes aren't cool enough? Is it because my pale bright skin is a different color than everyone else’s? What is wrong with me? I stand in front of that dirty, square-shaped mirror, and the glares continue - the only thing being, i am still alone. I shrug my boney shoulders and tilt my head so I’m hiding in the knots that i call hair. I turn around to see the faded rusty-green bathroom stalls staring back at me. They're asking me to come in - they've missed me, since yesterday was our last visit. They convince me to walk in. Slowly one foot after another with my head still hiding, i lock the door and face the enemy. I wipe my mouth and look back in that mirror. I see a girl. She's fat, ugly, and dying inside.
ReplyDelete-Gillian Cain
If I could I would be an angel sent from heaven. i would heal all the sick starting with the elderly, making everybody feel so lved and special no matter what the day could bring.
ReplyDeletepearlina johnson
enlish 110-24
mwf 12:00-12:50
When i graduted high school off to the National Guards so I thought, but wow here I am at SUBR majoring in criminal justice big change of plans i would say. and thid english teacher ms dunca well she is the bomb.
ReplyDeletesierra' johnson
english 110-25
wednesday 6:00-8:50
If I was to become a teacher I would want to be a fun but Firm teacher. I would try to start every class with a smile and an enthusiastic HELLO and GOOD MOURNING. As an attempt to be cool I would instruck my class to call me Davide and not Mr. Young. I would want to keep the work interesting so my students dont stray off path. I know there is a difference between being fun and being a push over so I would have discplinary consequences for severe and disrespectful actions. This is the only teacher I would like to be but in reality I know I would be a nervous reck. My first day I would walk in sweaty with a nervous kind of half smile. If I even have the courage to greet the class it would be a in a very low and soft spoken voice.
ReplyDeleteDavide Young
ENG 110-25
wedn 6:00-8:50
Delores Kitts
ReplyDeleteLab Results
"Oh my God",was the thought that ran through my mind overand over again.As i walked into the pale room, i saw my life past, present, and future. It felt like a mile long walk from the door to the unwelcoming table that was placed to the left of the room, The blinds to the window were down, but the sun still beamed throught the big wide wimdow to the right of the room. The warm rays felt extremely comforting on the cold skin. As i sat and waited,I could taste the sterile air. Just as i thought that i couldn"t wait any longer , she entered. Her coat was starched stiff and her smile was radiant. My lab results were negiative Relief, triumph, joy and gratitude filled my heart. My future began to run through my mind. However,this time,it was much slower.
Delores Kitts
English 110-25
Wednesday 6:00-8:50 pm
If I were a first time teacher I would take all of the necessary things into consideration of worth having: a good appearence, great dialogue, and effective teaching methods. These three main things would concern me most due to the facts that I am a first time teacher and that I would be observed in everything that I do from my students as well as from my colleagues. I believe that I would create an image of being a casual yet very intellectual educator. My dress atire would vary during week based on how I feel. Certain days I may wear a buttoned down suit with shiny formal shoes. Some days I'll in casual atire such as wearing kaki pants, a two buttoned collared shirt with informal shoes. Regardless of what I would choose to wear on certain days the week; my main goals would be to use effective teaching methods so I could establish effective communication skills with my students. After having me as a teacher; I want my students to know that they had a cool and smart teacher that truly cared about their education.
ReplyDeleteJeremy Perry
English 110-25
Wednesday 6:00 p.m.- 8:50 p.m.
"Wow", is what I said as I looked around in my bedroom.It was so peaceful couldn't help but think I had made in the shade.Having my own big wonderful room. It was the only place in the house that I could have a peace of mind. My room was filled with bright red,black,and a hint of white. My big fluffy king size bed. Oh boy,when laying in my bed it was like floating on a patch of clouds in heaven!
ReplyDeleteTinesha Scott
English 110-25
Wednesday 6:00-8:50 pm
"Oh no, not you to" the ground said as I was stomped down on it. But I didnt pay it no mind beacuse I wasnt the only thing that walked on it. Each and every day I was put on my owner feet and had to walk and/or run throughout the day with my body gettin pushed on either concrete or grass an lets not forget that sometimes gum gets stuck to me and all day I have to walk around with sticky stuff on me.I have to admitt I get the worst of it on a rainy day when I get splashed into water, but wat da heck am I trippin about that for when dats the only time I seem to get to take a bath. So yeah, thats the life you have to live when you are a shoe. An oh yeah, I have a twin sister that experience the same thing. Its like people are using us just to protect there feet. But its all good with me because I get fed at the end of every day with some shoe polish. And thats the life of me, the shoe.
ReplyDeleteToday i'm in world with nothing but drama and only commotion.The only time I seen myself at ease is in my dreams. In my dreams I see myself as a BUTTERFLY. At one time of my life I seen myself as a egg. Why the egg cause all I had was hatred in my heart. Then I seen myself turning into a caterpillar.Being a caterpillar its like the feeding stage where I found myself as where and whom I want to be. After I found myself as a butterfly. That stage I started coming to conclusion i couldn't make it in the world full of hate and thats where I enter the pupa stage where i transitioned myself into the person I am today. I see myself as a beautiful butterfly I was the color purple that would lighten up anyone's face. why I see myself as a butterfly is because thats when I felt at peace. Being a human is full of drama and lots of commotion. I see myself just flying all alone in the air wind blowing in my face with my wings flapping at a constant beat. I see myself free no worries nothing but me. My life as the Violet butterfly where I can be at ease at all the time.
ReplyDeleteI am a 9mm bullet. I use to sit in this box for a long time, but now I have this eightteen old boy named Kevin Black, holding me. He is wripping me and my friends with a towel. Now he is putting us and a clip. He is put the clip in the gun. I am think that can not be a good thing. The next thing i know i getting shot out the gun and i land a tree, but my friends lands and this fourteen year old boy. Now i thinking about this is all over some drugs.
ReplyDeleteCardre' Ruffin
english 110 25