Oh, look there’s Ganju. The fuck are you doing on the cover???
And Hanataro, too!
“Travel Guide” XD
Hey, a map of the town!
Thanks a lot, booklet, our writings are off-wild:D
“Karakura is a suburb near the center of Tokyo, far away from the noise of the city.”
Well, that’s near a lot of Anime Hotspots!
So The Shoten and School are On The Other Fucking Side of Town. The Shoten is closer to the High School than Ichi’s fucking house!
And apparently Uryu’s place (The Karakura General Hospital) is Walking Distance from Ichigo’s.
“Tatsuki and Orihime come here every autumn to see the red fireflies.”I love the fun facts!
“[Karakura High School] is a pretty normal high school, but for some reason, it is known to receive a lot of applications from delinquents” XD I love the jabs!
Had both classes today and they went really well. I am actually ahead of readings in my Composition 1 class and I have completed 1 of 2 quizzes given for psych. I still have a lot of work to do for that class and it is all due by Sunday.
Things to accomplish:
COMPOSITION 1: Finish reading last section of homework for comp and write my response to the writings.
PSYCHOLOGY: Quiz, Reading/notes and response question based off of the reading, A presentation.
Does the rubble of burning tanks and armored vehicles inspire you to play and wise off? Well for Immo Starbreit playing soldier with friends on abandoned tanks of World War II was the catalyst for his future. While the twelve-year olds were playing one of their games in the rubble, paying no heed to the dangers of war, American tanks rumbled around the corner. The lead tank stopped. The top opened. A Major appeared and asked the boys if any of them spoke English. Young Starbreit volunteered that he spoke a little. The Major told him to climb into the tank, saying he needed a guide and interpreter who knew the area. Before long Immo was acting as the daily guide and interpreter for the Americans.
Appreciative of Immo’s help after the German defeat, the Major told Immo he was an assistant professor at Princeton and that he would sponsor him to come to America for college.
Of age and a year through college in Germany Immo sent a missive to the Major asking if he could attend Princeton. Not only did the Major say “yes”, the Major arranged for Immo’s acceptance into Princeton and all of Immo’s transportation, tuition, room and board and living expenses. Contrary to the destructiveness of World War II the serendipitous meeting between a warring soldier and a child playing in the rubble proved to be a true fortune of war.
After three years at Princeton and a return trip to Germany Immo acted as a liaison in U.S.-German affairs. He later became the German Ambassador to the United States. All thanks to “wise’ing” off among burning vehicles in Berlin.
Transcript of The Primary Source Audio (*inflections and cadence missing*)
This is a story that was told to me by Emo Starbright. A classmate of mine at Princeton. What my class did was--we go on aaa after the 50th Reunion we go to class reunion in different cities--and Emo was the sponsor for the trip to Berlin. So I got a chance to talk to him and we got around to (ya know) how you end up in Princeton -- and it was a very interesting story. He--bear in mind that during WW2 we were around 10, 11, 12 years old-- and he was living in East Germany with his brother and his mother and his sister and aaa his father was a physican who was in Berlin andn (ya know) the war was ending and the Russian were taking over East Germany and as they took over they would march the Germans they captured east and not too many of those guys got back, but on the march if anybody dropped out during the day they just go by a nearby farmhouse pull somebody out of it and put them in the line and they didn’t care whether they were a man, woman, or child, whatever. So the number would always be the same-- so his mother was getting a little nervous--& they thought they better go to Berlin. Soo ughhg before they left she told him to go out to the pasture and looks for the biggest horse and load their stuff on the horse and walk to Berlin. So he goes out to the pasture and looks for the biggest horse (ya know) ten years old what does he know and he picks the biggest one. Well the biggest one happen to be a pregnant mare--so they’re a little rambunctious, but they loaded their stuff on the mare and they headed for East berlin. Aaah meanwhile when the Russians found anyone they didn’t like or a German stepped out of line they just hang them from a lamp-post so he said he sent a lot of time looking at dead bodies (on lampposts) When he got to Berlin. They found their dad and the city was being bombed pretty regularly by the Allies. By that age you feel like you’re immortal. So when the bombing stopped he and a buddy of his would go out in the street and they’d be some burned tank or armored car and they’d be out there playing around (ya know) playing Cowboy Indians or whatever. One time when he’s out therethree or four tanks Americans tanks came around the corner. They look down the --the guy in the lead tank looks at these two kids and says “Hey, do you guys speak english. Any of you”. Well Emo said he spoke a little english he had in school. So he said “I do”. So the the guy who was the major said “Get in the tank”. So he spends two or three weeks with the major sort of showing him around Berlin and sort out acting as an interpreter. When the major had to leave. He said “Emo you’ve been very good, and I want you to know that my regular job is a assistant professor at Princeton. And when you get old enough to go to college here’s my card. Contact me. Just he gave him his name Princeton University--professor whatever. I can there. He went one year to college in Germany and after that he sent a letter to this professor saying (yaknow) any chance you could take me at Princeton. The guy writes back come ahead, so he spent the-- I think 3 years, but could have been 2 years at Princeton and his English got quite good. So when he went back to Germany he got involved in U.S. German affairs, and he eventually, became ambassador to the US and he also become the ambassador to France. And he says “ I wouldn’t have even thought of these kind of things if I hadn’t been out -- playing around wiseing off around some burning vehicle in Berlin. So he says in some ways the war just made me. I thought it was an interesting story.
Image Citation -
Lamprecht, Gerhard, director. Somewhere in Berlin. Somewhere in Berlin, en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Somewhere_in_Berlin.
My Writing Situation-
My Subject - Emo Starbrights progression from benighted boy to UN ambassador in U.S German Affairs.
My purpose - “Expedient”- to learn from my grandfather's story abilities to ameliorate my own. “Alterocentric/Allocentric/Other Regarding” - to record my families stories in a family register for our descendants and their upbringing.
My Intended Audience - My instructor whose putting himself in the role of my soi-disant peer/and or somebody who’s also at my level of education and life experience.
The Sources of Information available to me - at this point in time, only a secondary source, my grandfather recounting his friends story.
Constraints - Grandfather only source; secondhand source, who got it from main guy.
Hook Attempts Introductory Paragraph -
Playing about and wising off in an internecine conflict, World War II, changed a man's life.
I did it folks! First semester of college is finished! (kinda)I have to write my final essay for my psychology class but that is about it.
Composition 1 I will have an A in. And fingers crossed that I will also have a A in psychology after this paper. I have a 97.64 in there as of the moment and I have done good on everything in there so I can’t see this ending up in a flop. The finish line is in sight, I can honestly not even wrap my head that it is already over!
The consensus of the writing that follows, that has been since revised, is focused on the way I get my points across. The reader lost the focus of the point in certain areas of the paper due to the overly descriptive, or otherwise useless added details to my sentences. I’ve revised the original paper so it isn’t as focused on the context of the letter discussed in the text, and more focused on the rhetorical elements of the letter. Those who have reviewed different drafts of the text seemed to think that it accomplished my goal, and enjoyed my example of writing in a yearbook, as it worked to my advantage. Others have said the structure is clear and my thoughts don’t ramble and that furthermore, I must remember to make sure I transition well.
Sergio Rodriguez
Steven Kleinman
October 17th, 2014
Word Count: 931
My Voice, On and Off the Page
Once, I tried to capture a relationship on a single page, in black sharpie, inscribing my letter on top of a cliché image of high-school students in mid-air. What I wrote was witty, it was concise, and it was borderline illegible. I wrote what I felt, and I wrote what I considered to be the essence of my relationship with her; as my friend, as my companion. I wrote what I hoped she would remember us by. It remains to be seen whether or not the true purpose of my letter will see its fruition. However, for the moment, she cried, she laughed, and she thanked me for my words.
While writing in her yearbook I was aware that the world was not coming to end. As melodramatic as I make it out to be, it wasn’t so difficult. In the end, I was just focusing on the significance of the message. Relationships do decay; such is the reality of time plus distance.
The way I convey my ideas and emotions has always been a centerpiece for the estimation that I have of myself. I strive toward an ideal of myself that has the ability to efficiently describe my perspective on matters. That way, the opinions generated of in result genuine. I pride myself on the way I express myself to others, so it’s clear why I was so consumed by an effort to express what someone else meant to me.
My voice as a writer is the voice I revolve my identity around. As my writing experience grows, I become more and more reliant on how I share my thoughts as a writer while interacting my peers, day in and day out. Furthermore, it is with that voice and logic that I approach most if not all situations and subject matter. Over time, the rationality and reason that evolved in my writing became an integral part in the way that I behave and react to things outside of a literary or compositional setting. The voice I used to write in that yearbook is the same as the one I used to write this paper. Writing is a reflection of the person who wrote it. The principles that I uphold as a member of society are the same as the priorities I have in my writing.
I know who I was, but who were we? More importantly, who will we be? I only said goodbye once I accepted that at the core, we are two individuals who depended on one another from time to time. We are imperfect, we are juvenile, we are ambitious, and we are too young to even hope to understand whether or not life actually gives away lemons. We’re both thirsty for lemonade. However, knowing all of this I still couldn’t articulate what was needed, not until I recognized the reality that she may never read this again in ten years. So why burden myself with the weight that I have designated these words to have?
Writing is more legitimate than word of mouth. There is not much reason to trust most of what people say, yet somehow when words are written down, we somehow consider them to have more validity. Writing has been a conduit of everything that has claimed importance in our history. It is likely the single most important tool that is forced upon us from the day we first begin to form coherent sentences. I could say anything I wanted to about the subject, and it would sound like the ravings of a student overly interested in the benefits of proper communication. Through writing, I can articulate my thoughts down in an organized and cohesive manner. Not only would a message come across more smoothly, but it would appear to have more weight and authenticity to anyone interested in reading it.
This isn’t what I was taught as I treaded through grade school. I’m impressed I discovered the significance of writing as early as my first year of higher education. In our society, writing is perhaps the most important skill I will have at my disposal. However, I’ve noticed it’s misrepresented to the youth nowadays. Many of my peers admit to dreading the standardized testing prompts, and being repulsed by the overly structured responses expected in high school English classes. Unfortunately, it is as if the impact of writing is lost on some who become victims of the nonsense that early instructors force upon the young.
There is a part of me that coincides with the readers of this paper who deem writing to my best friend a trivial matter not meant for discussion on an academic scale. Then there’s the part of me that objectively looks at all writing as what it is: a physical manifestation of our—mostly—impartial thoughts, visible to anyone with the interest to read them. When I’m given the task of writing on a topic in which my thoughts cannot be clearly represented, or rather if my words have no meaning other than to regurgitate known facts, then I can never be genuinely engaged.
I wrote my goodbye to Lauren Hammett the night before I moved in to my first college dorm, on the other side of the country. In a sense, that was probably the most ideal moment I could have picked to write it. The letter was reminiscent of the endless responses we would share with one another at ungodly hours of the night. Simple, pure, and sweet. It was as if I were speaking to her directly, as she reads it in ten years.
