Friday, August 29, 2008

The White Rectangle


Every morning when I wake up, I walk over to the desk that sits in my room.  Once sitting at this desk, I proceed to lift the top off of a small, white rectangle.  When this rectangle is opened, there sits before me eighty smaller rectangles, and a large rectangle with a picture on it.  I slide my index finger around one of the rectangles, which moves an arrow around on the picture in front of me.  When I move the arrow downward, pictures pop up from the bottom of the large rectangle.  As I click the picture that looks like a compass, my screen changes.  Now the picture of the Baltimore Ravens is gone.  It has been replaced by a white and red picture with blanks that ask me to fill in a “username” and “password.”  I fill in these word blanks and the picture changes again.  Now I run my arrow over words at the top of this new picture and push in on a long rectangle button.  Once the picture has changed again, I can now look at pictures from my friend’s rectangular contraptions and see if they have “written” anything for me to read.  The pictures that can enter my rectangle are endless and ever-changing but I believe they serve a worthy purpose:  to allow college students a distraction from tedious homework assignments.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Week One

During my first semester as a college student, I had to write a narrative on a specific sliver of time that stuck out in my memory.  Once I had that time in my mind, I was to create this five- page narrative using descriptions of all five of my senses that I could remember using during that time period.  When I wrote this paper, I had to have complete silence.  I had to take myself back to the dirty old shack in the Dominical Republic.  I had to remember how I felt when everyone around me was speaking in a different language, what I saw and smelled when I looked at the patient I would be trying to help, the heat that made me want to pass out, and every other emotion or sense that I used from the moment I walked into that shack to the moment I left it.  I usually must have silence when I am drafting a paper because I have to let my thoughts flow however they come at first, and then edit and revise.

 

The difference between editing and revising to me is that editing is the process of finding mistakes, while revising is the process of correcting mistakes.