Prolific author James Patterson is a popular novelist whose books regularly appear on bestseller lists. He has written books for children and romance stories. However, his best genre is his tough and gritty crime novels. Patterson’s two most popular series are The Women’s Murder Club and The Alex Cross novels.
My personal favorite is the series about Detective Alex Cross. Patterson writes these novels from a first person perspective. You get to see the story unfold through Cross’ eyes.
Patterson describes Cross as an African-American man who “is six foot three, weighs 200 pounds, and is athletic. He still lives on Fifth Street in D.C., with Nana Mama, Damon and Jannie, and Rosie the cat. He drives a Mercedes Benz R 350. Alex Cross is forty-two years old”. Cross has a “PH.D. in psychology from Johns Hopkins University, Baltimore, MD. Special concentration in the field of abnormal psychology and forensic psychology”. He is a homicide detective with the Washington, D.C., Police Department. He specializes in cases involving serial killers and this has earned him the nickname, “The Dragon Slayer”.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Saturday, March 29, 2008
The Death by Caitlyn DeWitt
As we ride in the car the whole family is silent,
The depression is hard to speak of,
I never seen a dead person before and I am not looking forward to it,
But I know when I see you laying there my face will light up one last time,
Even though you are gone forever,
When we finally get there the cold air is stiff on my neck,
When I step inside I can hear an eerie nothing in the air,
The I finally see you lying still in your little box,
I try to move but my legs don't move,
But suddenly I feel a strong push from behind,
They know I want to see you,
When I touch you I try to feel your warmth,
But all I feel is your cold,hard skin,
They tried to make you look pretty again,
I recognize the Revlon lipstick on your stale lips,
Your also dressed up in your best Sunday dress,
The velvet pillow you lay on makes me think of the Christmas dress you made for me when I was five,
Although I've outgrown the dress it still hangs in my closet,
So alone,so forgotten,
I try to cry but nothing falls from my eyes,
And then I secretly wish I was with you,
But I feel,without you I am gone too.
This was written by my Daugther Caitlyn when she was 14.It was an assignment for her English class;but it did coincide with the deaths of her grandmother and an uncle.My daugther Caitlyn has done a few other writings ,she enjoys putting them in a journal .She is a very sensitive person and puts her feelings on paper.She doesn't always want to share them though. Caitlyn won an award for this writing. I am very proud of her and think she did a wonderful job.
The depression is hard to speak of,
I never seen a dead person before and I am not looking forward to it,
But I know when I see you laying there my face will light up one last time,
Even though you are gone forever,
When we finally get there the cold air is stiff on my neck,
When I step inside I can hear an eerie nothing in the air,
The I finally see you lying still in your little box,
I try to move but my legs don't move,
But suddenly I feel a strong push from behind,
They know I want to see you,
When I touch you I try to feel your warmth,
But all I feel is your cold,hard skin,
They tried to make you look pretty again,
I recognize the Revlon lipstick on your stale lips,
Your also dressed up in your best Sunday dress,
The velvet pillow you lay on makes me think of the Christmas dress you made for me when I was five,
Although I've outgrown the dress it still hangs in my closet,
So alone,so forgotten,
I try to cry but nothing falls from my eyes,
And then I secretly wish I was with you,
But I feel,without you I am gone too.
This was written by my Daugther Caitlyn when she was 14.It was an assignment for her English class;but it did coincide with the deaths of her grandmother and an uncle.My daugther Caitlyn has done a few other writings ,she enjoys putting them in a journal .She is a very sensitive person and puts her feelings on paper.She doesn't always want to share them though. Caitlyn won an award for this writing. I am very proud of her and think she did a wonderful job.
Thinking Critically exercise
1.a.That Merle Haggard wasn't the first outsider to rebuke Nashville prissiness in the sixties.
b.That Merle Hag was the most down to earth soul that Music City had seen for some time.
c.Haggard's sixties and early sevsenties work has been represented chiefly on compilations.
d.There is know tennessee gothic or flashy texas ego to this outsider.
e.Haggard was more about subtlety and west coast calm.
2.Emotional:a. The soft calm expression on Haggards face in the photo.b.The statement-The alblums that kept Nashville in the 60's and 70's.
3.Ethical appealA.Hag was the most down to earth soul that Musis City had seen for some time.b.Hagggard sounds like country's coolest customer.c.he was such a sublime recording artist.
4.Logical appeal:a.For years each CD showcases Haggards awsome gifts and inextricable orneriness.b.These reissues underscore how Haggards music far exceeds"Okie from Muskogee."
b.That Merle Hag was the most down to earth soul that Music City had seen for some time.
c.Haggard's sixties and early sevsenties work has been represented chiefly on compilations.
d.There is know tennessee gothic or flashy texas ego to this outsider.
e.Haggard was more about subtlety and west coast calm.
2.Emotional:a. The soft calm expression on Haggards face in the photo.b.The statement-The alblums that kept Nashville in the 60's and 70's.
3.Ethical appealA.Hag was the most down to earth soul that Musis City had seen for some time.b.Hagggard sounds like country's coolest customer.c.he was such a sublime recording artist.
4.Logical appeal:a.For years each CD showcases Haggards awsome gifts and inextricable orneriness.b.These reissues underscore how Haggards music far exceeds"Okie from Muskogee."
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Heath Ledger By David Lipsky, Rolling Stone Magazine
When I read this article in Rolling Stone, it was at first more out of curiosity.The first time I remember seeing this young man was in the movie ' Patriot'.At the time I remember saying to my husband," that handsome face will go places."I thought we would be seeing him in a lot of future movies. When I heard of his death ,I felt very sad. Like most I wondered what could have happened to such a seemingly healthy young man. I also thought,'Here we go again', the press will drag his name through the mud like 'Anna Nicole' and' Brittany Spears'. Like I said, at first I read this article out of curiosity.I was surprised to find that 'David Lipsky' talked of 'Heath Ledger' in a compassionate manner.He spoke of him as a human being who was a talented, hard working person that sometimes judged himself to harshly.He was a person of simple origin who struggled with ups and downs like everyone else.The article stated that his best movies told a unified story, in chapters, about someone learning how to be. In the movie ' I'm Not There ' he played a man who had- like himself-for reasons he could not explain and couldn't correct, lost his lover, family and home. Even though Heath Ledger had problems ,it was nice to read an article that did not stomp on another human being for being human.
The Book Lady by Dave Hoekstra ,'The Rotarian'
I read this article in 'The Rotarian'. It was about the Book program Imagination Library that was started by Dolly Parton.It is a reading program for children birth to school age . It adresses illiteracy in areas that poverty keeps children from learning to read;it is for all children though. She states that even some who aren't poor can not read.This article is very informative. This program which works through the Rotary club handed out 4.5 million books to preschoolers in 43 states and provinces.The Imagination Library provides one free book per month to every child from birth to age five. One parent in the article says that her children get very excited when they get a new book in the mail with their names on it.She also said that when there are books in the house that she has read to them much more oftend. It was a really good article ;it flowed well, it was informative, and it appealed to me as a parent even though my kids are older now.Dolly Parton's inspiration for this program was because much of her own family did not know how to read including her father,Robert Lee Parton,who struggled to farm tobacco on dirt -poor land. The first book that is recieved in the program is 'The Little Engine That Could'.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
1-4 steps for american dream paper
1. Is it made in America?
2 .We are considered to be a very prosperous nation.We take pride in that.Some think that we should keep America strong by only buying American products.Could everyone do this?Or would it be impossible?
3. America has always been seen as a strong nation.We have worked hard to get where we are;but lately there has been a lot of infiltration of foreign companies and products coming into the U.S. Will this become a problem in the future?Many think that we will eventually be taken over and that we will be too weak to gain back our power.This paper will explore the opinions of Americans on this subject.
4. My audience is 18 and over.
2 .We are considered to be a very prosperous nation.We take pride in that.Some think that we should keep America strong by only buying American products.Could everyone do this?Or would it be impossible?
3. America has always been seen as a strong nation.We have worked hard to get where we are;but lately there has been a lot of infiltration of foreign companies and products coming into the U.S. Will this become a problem in the future?Many think that we will eventually be taken over and that we will be too weak to gain back our power.This paper will explore the opinions of Americans on this subject.
4. My audience is 18 and over.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Death in Slow Motion by Andree Chedid
This story was taken from an anthology called 'Women on War'. Andree's themes involve war and violence that show the devastation of love brought on by those horrors. The moving story was about a young women who is called M. in the midst of a war.She is injured by a stray bullet two differrent times on your intended journey.She is trying to reach an old love who she is to meet at a bridge.It takes her awhile because of the pain of her injurys.She does not make it to him in the end;but a note is deliverd by a kindly couple before she dies.I liked the way the story was written because I could feel alot of differrent emotions as I traveled through the story.I could see the scene playing out.She did not care of her injurys, she only wished to get to her love and to see his face.It talked of the way her body felt,the things that where going through her mind, and the devastation of the buildings around her.I saw this book in the S.W.I.C library and thought it would be interesting .I have really liked the readings in this book.Some would say that it is a little morbid, but I think it helps us to understand what others have deal with in life. I tink that I will try to find her book'A House Without Roots' for further reading.She also has a collection of poems 'Modes Miroir Magies'.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
My View of the American Dream
It seems to me that the American dream is ever-changing yet still the same in many ways. We work hard, we look at the world around us to find the norm, or sometimes we seek out our own unique way such as a home in the desert far away from everyone.
What is it that we really want? Do we really want a huge mansion and a BMW parked in the drive? Some would say, “Sure, why not”? On the other hand, there are who have a totally different idea about the American Dream. Someone who comes here from an under developed country would most likely have a different view about it.
We who were born in America are some what used to having more. Even the lower income has a lot more than some people in third world countries. A color TV would be a luxury, even one’s own space would be a treat.
The American Dream started with the first American settlers if you count out the American Indians who lost their American Dream when the white folks showed up. That’s another story. The settlers were looking for what I think is the first of four main ideals behind the American Dream. They were looking for freedom.
Freedom is the first ideal that Americans seek out. Freedom is something that we want in everything concerning our lives. We want the right to speak out about our causes; this includes politics, religious choices, sexual orientation, and even the songs we choose to sing. We want the freedom to be individuals.
The second ideal is the right to claim our own space. In seeking out our home, our refuge, or nest of sorts it may range from a penthouse apartment to a small cabin in the mountains. We all have a picture in our minds of the perfect home and how it should be furnished down to the smallest detail. However, there are some Americans whose home is a box in an alley.
The third ideal is that we have a purpose, a reason for being. We want to be prosperous in life and to seek out something to work toward that we enjoy doing as well as provide us with monetary things. There are also those who don’t seem to mind living on government funds in order to have more freedom of time to spend as they wish. I’m not speaking of people who have no choice because of their circumstances. What about Mr. Wendel who was spoken of in the song lyrics by Arrested Development? Why does he live the way he does? Is he just happy to be free and alive as he chooses? Or is he also the victim of circumstance? If he does choose to live that way then it is his idea of the American Dream. What about the many immigrants who smiled when they first laid eyes on the Statue of Liberty? They came to America for many reasons, poverty, oppression, persecution, and even enslavement in some cases. Working in a factory or field all day and living a small but warm home is an American Dream if you have your freedom.
The last but not least part of the American Dream in my opinion is the need for someone special to share it all with. Americans spend a lot of time and money finding the right mate. There are services through the internet, TV and newspaper to help you find you one and only. If you choose not go that direction and go on your own you can meet someone at a church, the local bar, at school or even on the job. Whatever way we find our mate we have usually tried out several ways beforehand and kissed a few toads along the way. For those who choose not to have a mate in the romantic sense, they may often have a close friend, sibling or parent in which they trust and can share their lives with. I think we all need to be loved and understood by another human being.
There is a lot of discussion and debate on what the definition of the American Dream is but when it is said out loud the first thing that comes to my mind is the symbol of the American Flag, the Statue of Liberty, a baseball game on a warm summer day and apple pie. Sound a little corny? Maybe, but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
What is it that we really want? Do we really want a huge mansion and a BMW parked in the drive? Some would say, “Sure, why not”? On the other hand, there are who have a totally different idea about the American Dream. Someone who comes here from an under developed country would most likely have a different view about it.
We who were born in America are some what used to having more. Even the lower income has a lot more than some people in third world countries. A color TV would be a luxury, even one’s own space would be a treat.
The American Dream started with the first American settlers if you count out the American Indians who lost their American Dream when the white folks showed up. That’s another story. The settlers were looking for what I think is the first of four main ideals behind the American Dream. They were looking for freedom.
Freedom is the first ideal that Americans seek out. Freedom is something that we want in everything concerning our lives. We want the right to speak out about our causes; this includes politics, religious choices, sexual orientation, and even the songs we choose to sing. We want the freedom to be individuals.
The second ideal is the right to claim our own space. In seeking out our home, our refuge, or nest of sorts it may range from a penthouse apartment to a small cabin in the mountains. We all have a picture in our minds of the perfect home and how it should be furnished down to the smallest detail. However, there are some Americans whose home is a box in an alley.
The third ideal is that we have a purpose, a reason for being. We want to be prosperous in life and to seek out something to work toward that we enjoy doing as well as provide us with monetary things. There are also those who don’t seem to mind living on government funds in order to have more freedom of time to spend as they wish. I’m not speaking of people who have no choice because of their circumstances. What about Mr. Wendel who was spoken of in the song lyrics by Arrested Development? Why does he live the way he does? Is he just happy to be free and alive as he chooses? Or is he also the victim of circumstance? If he does choose to live that way then it is his idea of the American Dream. What about the many immigrants who smiled when they first laid eyes on the Statue of Liberty? They came to America for many reasons, poverty, oppression, persecution, and even enslavement in some cases. Working in a factory or field all day and living a small but warm home is an American Dream if you have your freedom.
The last but not least part of the American Dream in my opinion is the need for someone special to share it all with. Americans spend a lot of time and money finding the right mate. There are services through the internet, TV and newspaper to help you find you one and only. If you choose not go that direction and go on your own you can meet someone at a church, the local bar, at school or even on the job. Whatever way we find our mate we have usually tried out several ways beforehand and kissed a few toads along the way. For those who choose not to have a mate in the romantic sense, they may often have a close friend, sibling or parent in which they trust and can share their lives with. I think we all need to be loved and understood by another human being.
There is a lot of discussion and debate on what the definition of the American Dream is but when it is said out loud the first thing that comes to my mind is the symbol of the American Flag, the Statue of Liberty, a baseball game on a warm summer day and apple pie. Sound a little corny? Maybe, but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
the lyrics
Naomi DeWitt
English 101
Nicole Hancock
The Lyrics
The lyrics to all of these songs seem to have a theme or an idea to share. Richard Cory by Simon and Garfunkel has a two fold meaning. The main part of the song talks about all that Richard Cory has. He is envied. The song says that money and success does not necessarily bring happiness because of the way the song ends. Richard Cory takes his own life.
The next song Fortunate Son by Credence Clearwater Revival says that they are not conformed to the ideas of politics or the supporters of war or the very rich. The writer suggests that he is just a common man with his own ideas and a nonconformist.
Mr. Wendel by Arrested Development is I think asking, what is the meaning of dignity? What do we have to do in life to be seen as a person? Mr. Wendel is a bum but he has his freedom. He is still a flesh and blood human being and he should be able to stand tall.
In Paint Me a Birmingham, by Tracy Lawrence, he is yearning for a lost love. He wants to be back in Birmingham in an ideal dream of what could have been. But, it is out of reach.
In another Simon and Garfunkel song, America, is also about a yearning of sorts. It is a yearning to find oneself. The man is feeling empty and alone. He is traveling from place to place looking for America. Maybe in seeing new places and people he will find his niche and belong.
In Mercedes Benz, by Janis Joplin, she is asking God or praying if you will for the nicer things that life has to offer. She wants to have what (the Jones) her friends have. The song does seem to be done in a playful manner.
I enjoyed listening to all the songs. My favorites were Mr. Wendel and Mercedes Benz. Mr. Wendel because it made me think what might my opinions and how I might react to him. I connected with Mercedes Benz because most people pray or hope for their lives to get better. Why do people play the lottery? I think it is because it give them a little hope to keep going sometimes. Even though we all know that we only get farther by working toward a goal.
English 101
Nicole Hancock
The Lyrics
The lyrics to all of these songs seem to have a theme or an idea to share. Richard Cory by Simon and Garfunkel has a two fold meaning. The main part of the song talks about all that Richard Cory has. He is envied. The song says that money and success does not necessarily bring happiness because of the way the song ends. Richard Cory takes his own life.
The next song Fortunate Son by Credence Clearwater Revival says that they are not conformed to the ideas of politics or the supporters of war or the very rich. The writer suggests that he is just a common man with his own ideas and a nonconformist.
Mr. Wendel by Arrested Development is I think asking, what is the meaning of dignity? What do we have to do in life to be seen as a person? Mr. Wendel is a bum but he has his freedom. He is still a flesh and blood human being and he should be able to stand tall.
In Paint Me a Birmingham, by Tracy Lawrence, he is yearning for a lost love. He wants to be back in Birmingham in an ideal dream of what could have been. But, it is out of reach.
In another Simon and Garfunkel song, America, is also about a yearning of sorts. It is a yearning to find oneself. The man is feeling empty and alone. He is traveling from place to place looking for America. Maybe in seeing new places and people he will find his niche and belong.
In Mercedes Benz, by Janis Joplin, she is asking God or praying if you will for the nicer things that life has to offer. She wants to have what (the Jones) her friends have. The song does seem to be done in a playful manner.
I enjoyed listening to all the songs. My favorites were Mr. Wendel and Mercedes Benz. Mr. Wendel because it made me think what might my opinions and how I might react to him. I connected with Mercedes Benz because most people pray or hope for their lives to get better. Why do people play the lottery? I think it is because it give them a little hope to keep going sometimes. Even though we all know that we only get farther by working toward a goal.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
identity paper final draft
Naomi DeWitt
Identity Paper
Nicole Hancock
English 101
The Identity of Me, Myself and I
I was born in Atlanta, Georgia, and I am the fifth daughter and seventh child of a second generation minister. My heritage is Scots-Irish. I am 45 years old and still won’t allow gray hairs to show. I am a wife. My husband and I will celebrate our 22nd anniversary in May. I am the mother of three daughters, Elizabeth 20, Jennifer 19, Caitlyn 16. But this is not all that I am. My life is more than the details of my ancestry, my age, my parents and hometown, or even my family. I am the thoughts, choices and ideas of Naomi DeWitt.
Like most, I had an idea of what I thought I wanted to be while growing up, even though I did change it many times. At first I wanted to travel with National Geographic and take pictures. I also wanted to be a veterinarian, but I was not good in chemistry and so on.
During my early college years, I met my husband and began raising a family. After several years and various jobs, I eventually became a dog groomer while my husband went through college and seminary.
My life is taking another direction as of late. My girls are moving on with their own lives and I have decided to let go and start back to school. I am beginning a degree in fine arts. I would like to teach art, because I have held a pencil in my hands since I was a child. I love to draw wildlife. I am earning a degree, I am also carrying on several other identities. These identities are not always the me I want to be.
When I am at work at All Feeds Grooming, I am a schmoozer, a friend, a good listener and a happy employee. In case you don’t know what a schmoozer is the definition is someone who can sweet talk you into believing that your baby dog is the sweetest and best dog in the shop. Even though it brings blood to your fingers each time “Precious” is groomed. But they keep coming back with their $40.00 and they take their tail wagging baby home with a bow in it’s perfect hair-do. Don’t get me wrong I love grooming and I love all the dogs that come in. Eventually they all grow to love us with time and patience.
Every day I put on my smock and old t-shirt and greet everyone with a smile. I am a friend and confidant to many of the people who bring their dogs in for grooming. I am the person they can share anything with.
I have Mrs. Riddle who is ninety-five and lives alone who has only the frail little dachshund, who is also old, to fill the void in her life. We tell her that he will get the gentlest of care (and he will). Then she tells about the son who lives in California who never comes to visit her. Some people we have known for years and when we hear of their passing or their dog’s we mourn.
I am a good and faithful employee along with several other groomers whom Roger our boss sees as family. There are days at the shop when my shoulders ache and I can’t wait to get home. I know that I will truly miss it when I no longer work there.
A second identity of myself is that I am the wife of Reverend Thomas DeWitt. He pastors a small but energetic church in Belleville, Illinois. They are down home folks who greet you with big smiles and handshakes. They tell you lots of stories about past get-togethers, children long raised and how many kids their children have. Also let’s not forget the many war stories fought and won.
And who am I? I am the person who backs up the pastor’s ideas and helps to set up the baby shower for our soon-to-be young mother, the relay for life day, and the new theme for vacation bible school. Am I the cookie person this year or the crafts person?
I put on my best every Sunday and I sit two pews from the front and make sure I take note of my faithful husband’s well thought out sermons. After the service I greet every person before leaving the church building and ask them how they are and their raisin pie at the last potluck dinner was the best I ever tasted.
I take down a list of the sick and tell then they are in my thoughts and prayers (and they are). I am always polite and sincere. There are times that I wish someone else was taking my place at vacation bible school. But then I would miss the hugs and smiles of the neighborhood children who I won’t see until next summer. Do I want to sleep in on Sundays? Sometimes. Would I miss it? Of course.
The third identity I hold is the true me. It is the one who wants to be a good mom but sometimes isn’t. But she is still always there for her children through thick and thin, good boyfriend or not, prom dresses that cost too much, their first driver’s license, and the statement, “Mom, I am eighteen I can do what I want”.
I am the person who loves gardening with a passion and has thumbed through many a seed catalog before February has even started. I plan out my garden every spring. It is never the same from one year to the next. I like to try new and interesting things, like a red-striped tomato that is sure to taste great or the sweet mama squash that makes the best soup for the fall. While it is still cold outside I start my seeds in small containers for planting. I love watching them emerge from the soil.
I am also a person who is an artist in many areas, paint, pencil, thread and bead. I have drawn since I was a small child. My favorite things to sketch are wild life and nature. I use charcoal and pencil to produce the shading that makes it come alive. I create brightly colored trout with cross stitch or acrylic paint. Also I love to create colorful and unusual art works and beaded jewelry. Some people have even asked me to design jewelry for them to wear and I love to.
I am the person who likes to travel, go camping and hiking in the woods, treasure hunt for special glass pieces at antique shops, and who wants to spend as much time as possible with a wonderful husband. I am also a person whose faith is very real. This is who I really am. I don’t get to spend as much time with the real me. But, it is one special part of my identity.
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Identity Paper
Nicole Hancock
English 101
The Identity of Me, Myself and I
I was born in Atlanta, Georgia, and I am the fifth daughter and seventh child of a second generation minister. My heritage is Scots-Irish. I am 45 years old and still won’t allow gray hairs to show. I am a wife. My husband and I will celebrate our 22nd anniversary in May. I am the mother of three daughters, Elizabeth 20, Jennifer 19, Caitlyn 16. But this is not all that I am. My life is more than the details of my ancestry, my age, my parents and hometown, or even my family. I am the thoughts, choices and ideas of Naomi DeWitt.
Like most, I had an idea of what I thought I wanted to be while growing up, even though I did change it many times. At first I wanted to travel with National Geographic and take pictures. I also wanted to be a veterinarian, but I was not good in chemistry and so on.
During my early college years, I met my husband and began raising a family. After several years and various jobs, I eventually became a dog groomer while my husband went through college and seminary.
My life is taking another direction as of late. My girls are moving on with their own lives and I have decided to let go and start back to school. I am beginning a degree in fine arts. I would like to teach art, because I have held a pencil in my hands since I was a child. I love to draw wildlife. I am earning a degree, I am also carrying on several other identities. These identities are not always the me I want to be.
When I am at work at All Feeds Grooming, I am a schmoozer, a friend, a good listener and a happy employee. In case you don’t know what a schmoozer is the definition is someone who can sweet talk you into believing that your baby dog is the sweetest and best dog in the shop. Even though it brings blood to your fingers each time “Precious” is groomed. But they keep coming back with their $40.00 and they take their tail wagging baby home with a bow in it’s perfect hair-do. Don’t get me wrong I love grooming and I love all the dogs that come in. Eventually they all grow to love us with time and patience.
Every day I put on my smock and old t-shirt and greet everyone with a smile. I am a friend and confidant to many of the people who bring their dogs in for grooming. I am the person they can share anything with.
I have Mrs. Riddle who is ninety-five and lives alone who has only the frail little dachshund, who is also old, to fill the void in her life. We tell her that he will get the gentlest of care (and he will). Then she tells about the son who lives in California who never comes to visit her. Some people we have known for years and when we hear of their passing or their dog’s we mourn.
I am a good and faithful employee along with several other groomers whom Roger our boss sees as family. There are days at the shop when my shoulders ache and I can’t wait to get home. I know that I will truly miss it when I no longer work there.
A second identity of myself is that I am the wife of Reverend Thomas DeWitt. He pastors a small but energetic church in Belleville, Illinois. They are down home folks who greet you with big smiles and handshakes. They tell you lots of stories about past get-togethers, children long raised and how many kids their children have. Also let’s not forget the many war stories fought and won.
And who am I? I am the person who backs up the pastor’s ideas and helps to set up the baby shower for our soon-to-be young mother, the relay for life day, and the new theme for vacation bible school. Am I the cookie person this year or the crafts person?
I put on my best every Sunday and I sit two pews from the front and make sure I take note of my faithful husband’s well thought out sermons. After the service I greet every person before leaving the church building and ask them how they are and their raisin pie at the last potluck dinner was the best I ever tasted.
I take down a list of the sick and tell then they are in my thoughts and prayers (and they are). I am always polite and sincere. There are times that I wish someone else was taking my place at vacation bible school. But then I would miss the hugs and smiles of the neighborhood children who I won’t see until next summer. Do I want to sleep in on Sundays? Sometimes. Would I miss it? Of course.
The third identity I hold is the true me. It is the one who wants to be a good mom but sometimes isn’t. But she is still always there for her children through thick and thin, good boyfriend or not, prom dresses that cost too much, their first driver’s license, and the statement, “Mom, I am eighteen I can do what I want”.
I am the person who loves gardening with a passion and has thumbed through many a seed catalog before February has even started. I plan out my garden every spring. It is never the same from one year to the next. I like to try new and interesting things, like a red-striped tomato that is sure to taste great or the sweet mama squash that makes the best soup for the fall. While it is still cold outside I start my seeds in small containers for planting. I love watching them emerge from the soil.
I am also a person who is an artist in many areas, paint, pencil, thread and bead. I have drawn since I was a small child. My favorite things to sketch are wild life and nature. I use charcoal and pencil to produce the shading that makes it come alive. I create brightly colored trout with cross stitch or acrylic paint. Also I love to create colorful and unusual art works and beaded jewelry. Some people have even asked me to design jewelry for them to wear and I love to.
I am the person who likes to travel, go camping and hiking in the woods, treasure hunt for special glass pieces at antique shops, and who wants to spend as much time as possible with a wonderful husband. I am also a person whose faith is very real. This is who I really am. I don’t get to spend as much time with the real me. But, it is one special part of my identity.
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Sunday, March 2, 2008
identity paper 2nd draft
Naomi DeWitt
Identity Paper
Nicole Hancock
English 101
The Identity of Me, Myself and I
I was born in Atlanta Georgia. I am the fifth daughter and seventh child of a second generation minister. My heritage is Scots-Irish. I am 45 years old and still won’t allow gray hairs to show. I am a wife. My husband and I will celebrate our 22nd anniversary in May. I am the mother of three daughters, Elizabeth 20, Jennifer 19, Caitlyn 16. But this is not all that I am. I am the thoughts, choices and ideas of Naomi DeWitt.
Like most, I had an idea of what I thought I wanted to be while growing up, even though I did change it many times. At first I wanted to travel with National Geographic and take pictures, I also wanted to be a veterinarian but I was not good in chemistry etc.
During my early college years I met my husband and began raising a family. After several years and various jobs I eventually became a dog groomer while my husband went through college and seminary.
My life is taking another direction as of late. My girls are moving on with their own lives and I have decided to let go and start back to school. I am beginning a degree in fine arts. I would like to teach art. I have held a pencil in my hands since I was a child. I love to draw wildlife.
While, I am earning a degree I am also carrying on several other identities. These identities are not always the me I want to be.
When I am at work at All Feeds Grooming I am a schmoozer, a friend, a good listener and a happy employee. In case you don’t know what a schmoozer is the definition is someone who can sweet talk you into believing that you’re baby dog is the sweetest and best dog in the shop. Even though it brings blood to your fingers each time “Precious” is groomed. But they keep coming back with their $40.00 and they take their tail wagging baby home with a bow in it’s perfect hair-do. Don’t get me wrong I love grooming and I love all the dogs that come in. Eventually they all grow to love us with time and patience.
Every day I put on my smock and old t-shirt and greet everyone with a smile. I am a friend and confidant to many of the people who bring their dogs in for grooming. I am the person they can share anything with.
I have Mrs. Riddle who is ninety-five and lives alone who has only the frail little dachshund who also old to fill the void in her life. We tell her that he will get the gentlest of care (and he will). Then she tells about the son who lives in California who never comes to visit her. Some people we have known for years and when we hear of their passing or their dog’s we mourn.
I am a good and faithful employee along with several other groomers whom Roger our boss sees as family. There are days at the shop when my shoulders ache and I can’t wait to get home. I know that I will truly miss it when I no longer work there.
A second identity of myself is that I am the wife of Reverend Thomas DeWitt. He pastors a small but energetic church in Belleville, Illinois. They are down home folks who greet you with big smiles and handshakes. They tell you lots of stories about passed get-togethers, children long raised and how many kids their children have. Also let’s not forget the many war stories fought and won.
And who am I? I am the person who backs up the pastor’s ideas and helps to set up the baby shower for our soon-to-be young mother, the relay for life day, and the new theme for vacation bible school. Am I the cookie person this year or the crafts person?
I put on my best every Sunday and I sit two pews from the front and make sure I take note of my faithful husband’s well thought out sermons. After the service I greet every person before leaving the church building and ask them how they are and their raisin pie at the last potluck dinner was the best I ever tasted.
I take down a list of the sick and tell then they are in my thoughts and prayers (and they are). I am always polite and sincere. There are times that I wish someone else was taking my place at vacation bible school. But then I would miss the hugs and smiles of the neighborhood children who I won’t see until next summer. Do I want to sleep in on Sundays? Sometimes. Would I miss it? Of course.
The third identity I hold is the true me. It is the one who wants to be a good mom but sometimes isn’t. But is still always there for her children through thick and thin, good boyfriend or not, prom dresses that cost too much, their first driver’s license, and the statement, “mom, I am eighteen I can do what I want”.
I am the person who loves gardening with a passion and has thumbed through many a seed catalog before February has even started. I plan out my garden every spring. It is never the same from one year to the next. I like to try new and interesting things, like a red-striped tomato that is sure to taste great or the sweet mama squash that makes the best soup for the fall. While it is still cold outside I start my seeds in small containers for planting. I love watching them emerge from the soil.
I am also a person who is an artist in many areas, paint, pencil, thread and bead. I have drawn since I was a small child. My favorite things to sketch are wild life and nature. I use charcoal and pencil to make produce the shading that makes it come alive. I create brightly colored trout with cross stitch or acrylic paint. Also I love to create colorful and unusual art works and beaded jewelry. Some people have even asked me to design jewelry for them to wear and I love to.
I am the person who likes to travel, go camping and hiking in the woods, treasure hunting for special glass pieces at antique shops, who wants to spend as much time as possible with a wonderful husband. And whose faith is very real.
This is who I really am. I don’t get to spend as much time with the real me. But, it is the best part of my identity.
.
Identity Paper
Nicole Hancock
English 101
The Identity of Me, Myself and I
I was born in Atlanta Georgia. I am the fifth daughter and seventh child of a second generation minister. My heritage is Scots-Irish. I am 45 years old and still won’t allow gray hairs to show. I am a wife. My husband and I will celebrate our 22nd anniversary in May. I am the mother of three daughters, Elizabeth 20, Jennifer 19, Caitlyn 16. But this is not all that I am. I am the thoughts, choices and ideas of Naomi DeWitt.
Like most, I had an idea of what I thought I wanted to be while growing up, even though I did change it many times. At first I wanted to travel with National Geographic and take pictures, I also wanted to be a veterinarian but I was not good in chemistry etc.
During my early college years I met my husband and began raising a family. After several years and various jobs I eventually became a dog groomer while my husband went through college and seminary.
My life is taking another direction as of late. My girls are moving on with their own lives and I have decided to let go and start back to school. I am beginning a degree in fine arts. I would like to teach art. I have held a pencil in my hands since I was a child. I love to draw wildlife.
While, I am earning a degree I am also carrying on several other identities. These identities are not always the me I want to be.
When I am at work at All Feeds Grooming I am a schmoozer, a friend, a good listener and a happy employee. In case you don’t know what a schmoozer is the definition is someone who can sweet talk you into believing that you’re baby dog is the sweetest and best dog in the shop. Even though it brings blood to your fingers each time “Precious” is groomed. But they keep coming back with their $40.00 and they take their tail wagging baby home with a bow in it’s perfect hair-do. Don’t get me wrong I love grooming and I love all the dogs that come in. Eventually they all grow to love us with time and patience.
Every day I put on my smock and old t-shirt and greet everyone with a smile. I am a friend and confidant to many of the people who bring their dogs in for grooming. I am the person they can share anything with.
I have Mrs. Riddle who is ninety-five and lives alone who has only the frail little dachshund who also old to fill the void in her life. We tell her that he will get the gentlest of care (and he will). Then she tells about the son who lives in California who never comes to visit her. Some people we have known for years and when we hear of their passing or their dog’s we mourn.
I am a good and faithful employee along with several other groomers whom Roger our boss sees as family. There are days at the shop when my shoulders ache and I can’t wait to get home. I know that I will truly miss it when I no longer work there.
A second identity of myself is that I am the wife of Reverend Thomas DeWitt. He pastors a small but energetic church in Belleville, Illinois. They are down home folks who greet you with big smiles and handshakes. They tell you lots of stories about passed get-togethers, children long raised and how many kids their children have. Also let’s not forget the many war stories fought and won.
And who am I? I am the person who backs up the pastor’s ideas and helps to set up the baby shower for our soon-to-be young mother, the relay for life day, and the new theme for vacation bible school. Am I the cookie person this year or the crafts person?
I put on my best every Sunday and I sit two pews from the front and make sure I take note of my faithful husband’s well thought out sermons. After the service I greet every person before leaving the church building and ask them how they are and their raisin pie at the last potluck dinner was the best I ever tasted.
I take down a list of the sick and tell then they are in my thoughts and prayers (and they are). I am always polite and sincere. There are times that I wish someone else was taking my place at vacation bible school. But then I would miss the hugs and smiles of the neighborhood children who I won’t see until next summer. Do I want to sleep in on Sundays? Sometimes. Would I miss it? Of course.
The third identity I hold is the true me. It is the one who wants to be a good mom but sometimes isn’t. But is still always there for her children through thick and thin, good boyfriend or not, prom dresses that cost too much, their first driver’s license, and the statement, “mom, I am eighteen I can do what I want”.
I am the person who loves gardening with a passion and has thumbed through many a seed catalog before February has even started. I plan out my garden every spring. It is never the same from one year to the next. I like to try new and interesting things, like a red-striped tomato that is sure to taste great or the sweet mama squash that makes the best soup for the fall. While it is still cold outside I start my seeds in small containers for planting. I love watching them emerge from the soil.
I am also a person who is an artist in many areas, paint, pencil, thread and bead. I have drawn since I was a small child. My favorite things to sketch are wild life and nature. I use charcoal and pencil to make produce the shading that makes it come alive. I create brightly colored trout with cross stitch or acrylic paint. Also I love to create colorful and unusual art works and beaded jewelry. Some people have even asked me to design jewelry for them to wear and I love to.
I am the person who likes to travel, go camping and hiking in the woods, treasure hunting for special glass pieces at antique shops, who wants to spend as much time as possible with a wonderful husband. And whose faith is very real.
This is who I really am. I don’t get to spend as much time with the real me. But, it is the best part of my identity.
.
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