Unbelievable, it feels like just yesterday that I was looking over my writing syllabus with waves of anxiety overwhelming me. However, after fifteen weeks I realized it wasn’t nearly as bad as I expected it to be.
The biggest surprise for me this semester was finding myself enjoying the weekly blog posts. Granted as the year went on the prompts got significantly more interesting, however, I still was pleasantly surprised by the amusement I got from posting on my blog. Most of the amusement came from me being able to tell people I had a blog titled “Tall, Dark, & Average,” a name of which I am very proud of. My favorite post was the one about certainty because it brought forth differing views which sometimes brings forth confrontation, and me and my evil self loves confrontation.
My least favorite writing assignment is a tie between the research project and the argumentative essay. I’ve always hated research projects and I will continue to hate research projects till the day I die. Having to sift through the over abundance of information out there to find material that will benefit your paper is exhausting. I’ve also learned to do a better job choosing topics for research papers. Choosing to write on a personality disorder that has no specific cause and comes in many different forms with varying severities was not a good idea if I wanted to read simple journal articles. The reason behind the argumentative essay being one of my least favorite really has nothing to do with the assignment itself. Really, I just didn’t like having (or more accurately, waiting) to do it over Thanksgiving break.
All in all, I’ve survived one semester of writing and I’m sure I’ll be able to survive seven more!
While I wish that my future of writing would only consist of 160 character posts or Snapchat captions that, for some reason, always seem to be just a few letters too long. This, however, will not be the case. To my displeasure, I will most likely be writing for the rest of my life.
At the very least, I have seven more semesters of academic writing at George Fox. Then after that, I will possibly attend law school because I’ve always wanted to be a lawyer and practice criminal law. So even more exciting academic writing lies ahead for me. If I do pursue law as my career I will do plenty of writing in that. I’ll write complaints, responses, briefs, motions, and letters to clients. Also, depending on where my career might taken me, I might seek prestige through writing pieces for law review. Now that I think about it, considering I don’t enjoy writing very much, maybe I might want to reconsider what I want to do with rest of my life…
Outside of social networking posts and texts to the homies, I’ve enjoyed creative writing in the past. I believe creative writing to be an art form of expression that goes undervalued. Expression through a story or forms of prose or poetry have been good outlets for me. While I did not necessarily do them on my own free will, as they were for a class. This type of writing showed me a side to writing that cannot be seen from purely academic writing. While I doubt I’ll ever do creative writing as a hobby, ya never know.
So for now, my writing will consist of 250 word blog posts.
I found your article intriguing. I appreciated your attempt at setting up a non-confrontational discussion about a very confrontational issue. While I sometimes failed to see where you stood on the issue because you said you saw no problem with the “religious gestures” you then proceeded to give three reasons as to why to they could be detrimental to those viewing these athletes. I myself see no problem with these gestures as they aren’t much different than the arrogant athletes throwing up “Three Goggles” or dunking over the crossbar after a touchdown. I’m in support of the athletes that throw up a little “thank you” to their Big Man Upstairs.
One of the points you brought up is that these athletes are flawed individuals in nature and when they mess up they reflect those flaws on the One whom they attempt to glorify. In a world where rappers “Thank God” when they receive awards for their songs about “Them bitches and them hoes,” a man like Tim Tebow is a refreshing rarity. Tim is famous for his “Tebowing” after a touchdown and makes it known that he is a man of God. While it may, as you pointed out, draw the conversation to be about Tim and then God, rather than God and then Tim. It still however brings the public eye and spotlight on a man who stays true to his convictions and honors God in more ways than just a post game celebration.
Also, being from your future and all, I know that Tim Tebow is no longer in the NFL and may never get another shot at being a quarterback in the National Football League. However, despite this he is still trusting in God showing that God is not just a” God of Winners.” While Tebowing may never convert someone to Christianity, and may simply stir up scrutiny, It does, however, help point the spot light on a real Christian acting out his faith in all things, even football.
“We also know that the law is made not for the righteous but for lawbreakers and rebels, the ungodly and sinful, the unholy and irreligious, for those who kill their fathers or mothers, for murderers,for the sexually immoral, for those practicing homosexuality, for slave traders and liars and perjurers—and for whatever else is contrary to the sound doctrine that conforms to the gospel concerning the glory of the blessed God, which he entrusted to me.” (1 Timothy 1:9-11 NIV) Personally, I don’t think it takes a Phd in Biblical Studies to interpret the meaning of this passage.
In Problem with Certitude, Gary Tandy challenges the certainty with which evangelical Christians state their beliefs. I disagree. I can state with absolute certainty that I believe that Jesus rose from the dead as written in the Scriptures. I believe this because it is clearly laid out throughout the Bible and so when it comes to other topics that I believe to be clearly stated, I will declare them with absolute certainty. I believe he could have made a stronger case for his point had he purposed a topic such as a women’s role in church (another topic that draws heated debate). However, he uses homosexuality as the driving point for his article which I think was a mistake. Personal feelings set aside for this heavily loaded topic, I don’t feel you have much wiggle room to assert that the Bible doesn’t make itself fully clear on this issue. When Paul is writing to Timothy he groups the practice of homosexuality (Note not homosexuals themselves. Hate the sin, not the sinner. However, this is a furtherment of a longer discussion so I will stop now before I continue to digress.) with that of liars, lawbreakers, and murderers. It was no accident that Paul grouped the practice of homosexuality into such a list.
I believe that God makes Himself quite clear through Paul on the issue illustrated through lists like this (for this by far is not the only one). So because He said it, I believe it. That settles it, and of this, I am certain.
In “The Plagiarist” by David Plotz, Plotz paints Stephen Ambrose as a thief, a villain, and, at the end, a trade-stealing vampire. Why? Ambrose was caught committing the greatest literary sin of all, plagiarism. Ambrose stole phrases and paragraphs for his novel Wild Blue. He is quoted as saying, “If I am writing up a passage and it is a story I want to tell and this story fits and a part of it is from other people’s writing, I just type it up that way…” So the question is, “Why is a man who has done the same thing sitting as the Vice President of the United States of America?”
In 1988 amidst a close Democratic race for nomination, a scandal emerged. This scandal involved the now Vice President, Joe Biden. Biden was caught plagiarizing phrases and ideas for his speeches. Biden stole mostly from Neil Kinnock, a British Labor Party leader who ran for the position of Prime Minister, stealing not only lines from his moving speech but also personal experiences. Biden’s lifting of phases and ideas from Kinnock’s speech would be considered grounds for failure, if not expulsion, in the world of academia. Kinnock spoke about his uprising from humble roots and this uprising was a key point in his platform of “fighting for the working families” which Biden liked so much he decided to take for himself. While Biden had similar roots, he was not “first in his family to attend college” like he asserted based off Kinnock’s story. This revealing of weak and poor character forced Biden to withdraw from the race for Presidency.
Biden’s withdrawal from the race was his only consequence for committing plagiarism. Amidst a political world full of lying, thieving, sex-having snakes, Biden’s plagiarism has been overshadowed. The man who has been Vice President for six years and I had never heard of this scandal till now. So I assert, along with David Greenberg the writer of “Why Biden’s plagiarism shouldn’t be forgotten,” that it should indeed not be forgotten. Joe Biden’s mistake should not be so easily swept away by the broom of history; it should be remembered. The American public should remember that our Vice President is a vampire.
Let’s roll our own blunt and feast on a plate of pot brownies in Oregon! Hey, even your grandma supports the measure coming before voters this November to legalize marijuana . According to Vote Yes on 91 the “Oregon State Council for Retired Citizens and Oregon Alliance for Retired Americans have both endorsed Measure 91.” However, Survey USA, the folks who actually took a poll on how Oregonians feel about Measure 91, found that “Among seniors, Measure 91 is opposed by 28 points. The more seniors who vote, the less likely 91 will pass.” I guess most seniors in Oregon don’t belong to the Oregon State Council for Retired Citizens. Maybe only a handful of die-hard hippies here in Oregon belong to that organization.
Vote Yes on 91 also promises Oregonians that “$46 million to $80 million in tax revenue from legal marijuana will go to schools, drug treatment, prevention and mental health programs and state and local police.” Our state’s revenue will rise even higher than the pot smokers themselves. Of course, what if high school attendance plummets because students would rather stay home and smoke their big brother’s pot than go to those schools with the great new tax base? That could happen, but we can console ourselves that students who become pot heads by senior year and start cooking meth at home will be able to enter well-funded drug treatment programs. Plus, let’s not forget how happy the police will be with all those new tax dollars rolling in for new patrol cars. These cars will definitely be needed to keep up with the increase of 7-11 robberies for Lays chips, Fritos, and ice cream.
This past year my family had a unique and fascinating houseguest, a young guy named Todd, for anonymity’s sake. He was about 24-years-old and had significant job training and skills as both a chef and a soundboard technician. He was Asian-American, into Tom Robbins novels, sports, every genre of music, and all things SE Portland. He was intelligent and an agile conversationalist, always ready to discuss the latest antics of pro basketball, the quirky sameness of hipsters, or the best places to eat tex mex. Seems he could find a common ground with just about everyone he met and quickly charm them into being his friend.
Seems like quite the great guy…Well, almost. The fatal flaw about Todd was that he was a heroin addict. When we agreed to give him a healthy, happy home, he was supposed to be a recovered heroin addict. He moved in, shared our dinner and TV time, even made Reuben sandwiches for us one evening. Within only a week or two, he landed a job as a chef in a memory care facility, making about $11 per hour plus benefits. He rode the bus to work and wore a white chef’s coat on the job. Everything was going great.
Then we started hearing the squeal of wheels on the track. Todd didn’t come home for several days on end. Todd’s manager called once and asked where he was. In general, he just seemed dirtier. We used to count how many days he wore the same pair of pants. His girlfriend dumped him in a drama-filled evening involving alcohol, a bridge, and the police. We woke up once to the overpowering scent of marijuana filling the house. He didn’t lie about that though; he did have his principals after all.
The train crashed in the weeks after he stopped going into work. He was gone for longer periods of time, ignored appointments with his counselor, and completely ignored your basic rules of hygiene. Finally, he just never came back.