Hello! I would really appreciate if anyone would take a few minutes to fill out my survey! I have created surveys to get multiple opinions on this subject so I can create a thorough research paper for my ENG201H course. Thanks!
At my college, about 1/2 our students go into technical programs such as R.N. or surveying. These students take ONLY Comp. 1. The other 1/2 plan to transfer to universities; these students will take Comp. 2 and at least 1 literature course. Many universities are currently dropping the literature requirements in favor of technical writing or more co...See MoreAt my college, about 1/2 our students go into technical programs such as R.N. or surveying. These students take ONLY Comp. 1. The other 1/2 plan to transfer to universities; these students will take Comp. 2 and at least 1 literature course. Many universities are currently dropping the literature requirements in favor of technical writing or more courses in the major. Sometime in the 1990s, before I joined the staff, the English Department decided to beef up the English Comp. 1 and 2. The textbook for Comp. 1 is based on philosophy - Machiavelli, Freud, Jung, Gardner, Plato. It's incredibly hard reading for the students, but we help them with it, and students find they learn over the semester to deal with the text. We assign readings, give tests on the content, and of course give writing assignments based on the selections. The textbook for Comp. 2 is an anthology-based reader, focusing on fiction. We're expected to cover at least 2 plays, a novel, many short stories, and poetry. Essays and the research paper are based on these. Personally, I feel Comp 2 is closer to what I taught in high school. About the essays we teach: Argumentative Analysis Comparison-Contrast Persuasive Cause-effect Poem Explication Reflection
I never ask my students in any class for creative writing - they can take a creative writing class for that. Aside from their first essay in Comp. 1, I don't ask for anything narrative.
At the beginning of any course, my prompts are VERY directive, complete with paragraph specifications and even some outlines. I'll provide example paragraphs. I'm very specific in the rubrics. Generally, I change the rubric to fit the assignment; some of my coworkers use the same rubric scale for every assignment. This is supposed to force the students to pay attention to assignments, and if a student doesn't respond appropriate to the prompt, I don't grade it (since it won't fit the grading rubric).
As the semester proceeds, I'll get more flexible with the prompts, and in some cases will let the students help me establish the rubric scales.
Over the last 3 semesters, I've started focusing on bonus points, as opposed to penalties - X bonus points if submitted before or on due date, X bonus points if the essay earns at least an 80. Submissions on time may be revised to pull up the grade. Late submissions are gladly accepted, but lose the revision opportunity.
I use TurnItIn extensively for first drafts, but often allow students to submit printed revisions.
Jauny Hi, I have a problem, I have a lot of work to do at university and I need to finish it all and I can't keep up with the time. Is there a website where you can buy an essay ?
Jauny Hi, I have a problem, I have a lot of work to do at university and I need to finish it all and I can't keep up with the time. Is there a website where you can buy an essay ?
I recently accepted a job teaching English for all grades at a high school in South Dakota. I'm very excited for the job but there is one small catch; I went to school for History and had my student teaching experience in a Social Studies classroom. The previous English teacher left on bad terms with the school and so I am unable to ask her for old lesson plans or advice. I would love any help that I could get for lesson plans for the following classes:
- American Literature
- British Literature
- Composition I and II
- Creative Writing
- Speech
Thank you so much in advance, and I look forward to any responses!
Shining ice was spread across the streets without a pattern or shape. The bus was creaking, like an old man whose last grey hair has fallen, along a winding road lined with frozen cypress trees.
This year was not like others. The snow invaded from the beginning of September and the ice piled up until January. How long would the ordeal of the ice last? The question passed from mouth to mouth. To start with the whole country stopped moving, but then the governor ordered that we should not succumb to nature's confusion.
The passengers were listening to the coldness and calm. Their gaze rose, seeking the end of the monotony. On either side of the winding road were cypress trees and points of ice, and then nothingness. They wanted to break the vast emptiness around them, whatever new universe might replace it.
The conductor's eyes moved between the driver and the passengers, the trees and the gathering emptiness. It was time to collect the fares. He came to the first passenger, who put some coins in his hand, breaking the oppressive silence with their jingle.
He reached Zaidoun, who put one coin in the conductor's hand.
- What's this?
The passengers glanced at him and whispered like the hum of beehives on a winter's day.
- A deposit - until you get me to my destination. Then I'll give you the rest.
- But…
- How can you guarantee I'll get there?
Both fell silent. The other passengers turned away. Every eye resumed staring out of its own window. The conductor finished gathering the fares and went back to his place by the door. His eyes still held a weak challenge, which worked upon Zaidoun.
But Zaidoun's eyes focused on the sapling trees, which were getting smaller as the bus got slower. The people looked at the driver; something stood by the side of the road. They all looked at the naked woman signalling to the bus to stop. They got off in a line, then formed a circle. They carried the woman - an ice shape which had turned into a woman… or a woman which had turned into a shape of ice.
They threw her on one of the empty seats and everyone sat back in his place. The bus carried on at its former pace. The passengers' gaze moved between the ice shape and the emptiness, but soon their eyes rested on the emptiness again.
The bus stopped suddenly. The conductor pointed, as if to say that this was the last stop. The passengers' eyes moved between Zaidoun and the female piece of ice. Zaidoun dug into his pocket… two coins… he gave them to the conductor while the passengers carried the piece of ice off the bus. The driver tried in vain to turn the bus back on. The group walked, carrying the piece of ice. Zaidoun's temperature fell to freezing. ))