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Taking notes, however, has one big problem: the person you're interviewing often starters talking faster than you can write. You are still scribbling sentence A when he zooms into sentence B. You drop A and purse him into sentence B, meanwhile trying to hold the rest of Z in your inter ear and hoping sentence C will be a dud that you can skip it altogether, using the time to catch up. Unfortunately, you now have your subject going at a high speed. He is finally saying all the things you have been trying to cajole out of him for an hour, and saying them with what seems to be Churchillian eloquence.


That is so true. I have not done very many interview but what he say is very true on the ones I have done. The person say everything that you want them to say in about 20 sentences, also in about a minute and a half. You hear the perfect sentence for an paragraph in your essay, but by the time you get it on paper it sounds different then how the person said it. I think the reason people doing an interview does this because they think it is funny to watch.

fiction

The line rose slowly and steadily and then the surface of the ocean bulged ahead of the boat and the fish came out. He came out unending and water poured from his sides. He was bright in the sun and his head and back were dark purple and in the sun the stripes on his sides showed wide and a light lavender. His sword was as long as a baseball bat and tapered like a rapier and he rose his full length from the water and then re-entered it, smoothly, like a diver and the old man saw the great scythe-blade of his tail go under and the line commenced to race out.



That would of been awesome! I have had only a few fish, which were lake trout and sucker fish leave the water like that. And it is so cool when they do that. Also when they hit the water and the leaur does not come out of there mouth. You get to see the moving, wiggling body's, that are usly between 12 and 18 inches, for a flash then they go back under. So I can not even imagine the fish being longer than the boat.

scorce poorly writtin.

The great question may be-- What should be done with those who are enslaved already? To turn the old infirm free, would be injustice and cruelty; they who enjoyed the labours of there better days should keep, and treat them humanely. As to the rest, let them prudent men, with the assistance of legislatures, determine what is practicable for masters, and the best for them.




I do not like his writing because I do not care for his writing. He is very aggressive to me, and any one that reads his book. He also words thing in a weird way. He also has insanely long sentences. The only place I have seen those long of sentences is don Quote.

compare to first log.

''Holy saint peter,'' he smiled to him self on the way home, ''there are my three deeds! I've befriended a pagan heretic, saved the virtue of a barmaid, and given comfort to a murder. If this was thy will, hold me excused, for I am only a fool.''




My writing has grown sense my first log, by spelling and sentences structure. In my first one I all ways said the same word, but spelled it wrong. In my first log I had simple, for the most part, sentences so the main part were in the front. Now I know to try to put them towards the back.

odd man and sea

He jerked the tiller free from the rudder and beat and chopped with it, hodding it in both hands and driving it down again and again. But they were up to the bow now and driving in one after the other and together, tearing off the pieces of meat that showed glowing below the sea as they turned to come once more. One came, finally, against the head itself and he knew it was over. He swung the tiller across the shark's head where the jaws were caught in the heaviness of the fish's head which would not tear.




The old man did not give up. He fought with ever he had. He use a harpoon, a knife, a club, and the tiller. He did the best he could, tell he lost. That was the most irritating part of the book, is the fact he did not get to sell the fish. The book is based after how life is. You have your ups and downs. If you want to you can gain something form almost everything. Even if it is not material.

3 words from april.

He was sorry for the birds, especilly the small delicate dark terns that were always flying and looking and almost never finding, and he thought, the birds have a harder life than we do except for the robber birds and the heavy strong ones. Why did they make birds so delicate and fine as those sea swallows when the ocean can be so crul? She is kind and very beauutiful. But she can be so cruel and it comes suddenly and such birds that fly, dipping and hunting, with their small sad voices are made too delicately for the sea.



He makes it clear that the sea can be invective. I do not live by the sea, but I am not an infidel tords what he says. People vintage from the seas alot, just like the animals in the seas do. It seams like there so big nothing can go wrong. Now days we hear about how people are cleaning the sea out faster than it can produce. I think if time goes on, in a nouther hundred years people would lamentable about what they have done.

newpaper

Mount Bachelor- Curtis Norsen commands the undivided attention of 17 ski patrols as he matter of fact runs thought the schedule at an early morning meeting. 'I''ll head out to Northwest chairlift says Norsen, head of the ski patrol. ''No summit lift today. Grooming did call and said there was lots and lots of layers and wind transport.'' As most central Oregon snow riders are well aware, winds on Bachelor can be extreme.
''Some of the largest slides we've seen have been wind transport,'' Norsen informs me as we ride up the mountain on the chairlift.




I have never been to mount Bachelor before, but I have been sling in some strong wind. It is fun, scary, and hurts all at the same time. You fell all alone because you can not see other people if the wind and snow are strong enough. You also can not see very far, so you do not know if you are still on the trail. It hurts because the wind is driving snow at high speed at your face. I t is Worth experiencing thought.

non fiction source. ptiw.

A second type of essay used in classical writing is the judicial or forensic discourse. This category originates from courtroom presentations in which attorneys argue in favor of someones actions or against someones actions. The question before the court is whether actions were just or unjust. Because this communication deals with questions of law, it is often referred to as ''forensic'' discourse. Thus, this typed of composition is used to either indict (accuse) or defend to be just or unjust according to law.


I had to write the judicial essay a couple of times now. To me they are one of the hard es essays to write. You have to be the judge and prove ether good or bad what the out come is to you. You know that if some one wanted to they could go exactly against you. So you have to be very through.

Filed and stream

'' All morning I'd been fishing for perch and pike, and by 2"30 I considered calling it quits. But it was a perfect day- 65 degrees, sonny, a foot or ice on the lake- so I decided to drill a couple more holes in this particular cove. But first, I had to pee.
I walked off the lake to this spot that was thick with cattails. After I went, I turned around and saw a mountain lion not more then 3 feet away. It must've been there the entire time, because I didn't hear it approach. Before I had a chance to react, it lunged and knocked me flat on my back.
It locked on to my jaw with its mouth and was snorting and huffing right in my face. My sunglasses even fogged up. This whole time I', kicking in the guts as much as I could.

It left and I got on my ATV, and drove to the hospital. I had about 10 deep gashes on my right hand, wrist and forearm- two of which severed tendons. Along my jawline on the right side of my face, were two puncture wounds that wet all the way through my cheeks.


red is adjectival phrase.
green is a adverbial phrase.

people do not realize how many cougars are coming out more and more. people all the time are having problems with them. They ruined the perfect fishing day for that man. My dad said '' I would of just kept fishing., that should not of stoped a great day of fishing.'' Now I will always have to carry a big gun in the woods.

hornady sst-ml

The SST-ML speed low Drag bullets produced shockingly small groups and can make honest-to-god, 200 yards muzzle loader shots. with its redesigned sabot, the hornady combination is also easier to load than most other sabot designs. The .45 caliber bullet( used in .50 caliber guns, with a sabot) utilizes a polymer tip to improve ballistic coefficient. It;s a good compromise between expansion and penetration, adequate for all North American big game.



What this is saying is the hornady bullet is very accurate ant 200 yards, which most muzzloader only go 100 yards, and is easy to clean. It uses a .45 caliber bullet, that has a rubber tip on it that help the bullet expand, or open faster, which helps with big game.

Acrctic Muskox

The pilot's voice came over the intercom, ''Welcome to Yellowknife, local time is 6:50 p.m., temperature - 28 Celsius.'' While I wasn't sure what that meant, it didn't sound good. Quickly I scoured my memory for the conversion tables to give me Fahrenheit. Let;s see, carry the two, divide by five... I honestly didn't remember how to do it--but anything with a minus sign in front is still didn't sound very good to me.





The pilot's voice came over the intercom. ''Welcome to Yellowknife.'' The time is 6:50p p.m. The temperature is - 28 Celsius. After trying, I could not figure that out in to Fahrenheit. But a number with a minus sounds cold.

Robert Mills

I was on hall duty one morning, and a quiet kid I'd never met came up and said he heard I was a trapper and he wanted to learn. Basically, it was because of him that I approached the Principal about starting the Conservation Club. At first, I mostly gave seminars on hunting and trapping. Then we started doing projects on a 30-acre piece of wetlands on the school property, and all the local habitat work took off from there.




A lot of stuff starts or happens by simple things, as in business. One kid asked him something, and he got a business going off of it. This man helps kids learn to fish and trap. He mainly helps disabled kids. He helps about one hundred and seventy kids a year. They fish, hunt birds, and do forest clean up. After twenty- five years he is now retiring.

Michael Strogoff

At last, with a spring he drove his sword full at Michael's breast. An imperceptible movement of the blind man's knife turned aside the blow. Michael had not been touched, and coolly he awaited a second attack.

Cold drops stood on Ogareff's brow. He drew a step , then again leaped for-ward. But as had the first, this second attempt failed. The knife had simply parried the blow from the traitor's useless sword.



The man heart froze. Right behind him, not fifteen yards was the massive cat. Being six feet long, 250 pounds of pure mean muscle. He slowly reached for his 1911 .45. He always kept a round in the chamber for this day. Suddenly the cat jumped. '' Bam, bam bam, bam ,bam ,bam bam, bam. Relode. Bam , bam ,bam bam ,bam bam ,bam bam. The cat was dead on the first two shots, but he wanted to make sure. He thought to him self, ''hm mm, cat for dinner.''

Michael Strogoff

But before it fell a powerful hand stopped the tartar's arm. Michael was there. He had leapt forward at this horrible scene. If at the relay at Ichim he had restrained himself when Ogareff's whip had struck him, here before his mother, who was about to be struck, he could not do so. Ivan Ogareff had succeeded.

''Michael Strogoff!'' cried he. Then advancing, ''Ah, the man of Ichim?''

''Himself!'' said Michael. And raising the knout he struck Ogareff a sharp blow across the face. ''Blow for blow!'' said he.

''Well repaid!'' cried a voice concealed by the tumult.





If that was me, I would be come a running man. Or a flying man. I would most likely think I was to become a dieing man. That's what happens when family gets involved. You give your life for them. That was a good repay, for Ivan did the same thing to him a few days back. He let him do it , because he was trying to hide his identity. The extra voice was a friend of his that had watched it happen to him. But he got A blow for a blow.


green is participles, in present tense.

Michael Strogoff

Peter Strogoff had, however, passed the fatal number without even a scratch. From that time, his son Michael, aged eleven years, never failed to accompany him to the hunt, carrying the ragatina or spear to aid his father, who was armed only with the knife. When he was fourteen, Micheal Strogoff had killed his first bear, quite alone-- Thea was nothing; but after stripping it he dragged the gigantic animal's skin to his father house, many versts distant, exhibiting remarkable strength in a boy so young.


Wow. He consecutively right after his dad. I do not think he modified much when he got older. He must of been vary brave, or stupid.And vary strong. It counts on how big the bear is, but most animals around a thousand pounds has a hide some where around a hundred pounds. There no way at fourteen I would do anything like that. Especially hunt bear with out a vary large gun. No wonder latter they have a hard time trying to restrained him.

The three musketeers.

Rochefort passed at a gallop.
''Adieu, Brother!'' cried Milady.
The chevalier raised his head, saw the two young women, and without stopping, waved his hand in a friendly way to Milady.
''The good George!'' said she, closing the window with an expresion of countenance full of affection and melancholy. And she resumed her seat, as if plunged in reflections entirely personal.
''Dear lady,'' said Madame Bonacieux, ''pardon me for interrupting you; but what do you advise me to do?


She advise her to drink poison. Well not realty advise her just made her. She and her ''brother'', not really, are the evil people of the who book. Mostly her. She was going to kill D'artagnan, Bonaciux lover, but instead kill's her. Later she get what she she needed. One lost head.


green prepositional phrases.

Zinsser

Rewriting is the essence of writing well:it's where the game is won or lost. That idea is hard to accept. We all have an emotional equity in our first draft;we can't belie that it wasn't born perfect. But the odds are close to 100 percent that it wasn't. Most writers don't initially say what they want to say, or say it as well as they could. The newly hatched sentence almost always has something wrong with it. It's not clear. It's not logical. It's verbose.It's klunky. It's pretentious. It's boring. It;s full of clutter. It's full of cliches. It lacks rhythm. It can be read in several different ways.It doesn't lead out of the previous sentence. It doesn't... The point is that clear writing is the result of a lot of tinkering.





I have the problem of not liking to redo essays or paragraphs. But when you are suppose to or have to I do them. The nice thing is that it can bring up your grade. The first thing I do is try to find small things like capitals or endings. Then I read through it to see if it flows. Then try to fix the weak spots. Every time I do one I get a little better. some day I hope I will have it down to getting it perfect.

Dumas

The four philosophers looked at one another in a state of bewilderment. M. de Trevill never jested in matters relating to discipline. ''And what do you reckon your outfit will cost?'' said D'Artagan.
''Oh, we can scarcely say. We have made our calculations with spartan economy, and we each require fifteen hundred livers.''
''Four times fifteen makes sixty--six thousand livres each.



In this par there adversary is money. That would be like buying gear for $10,000 now days. Which would be fine if you have the money. Vary bad if you don't. There garment is vary nice when they get them latter. Two out of the four have to commit to get the money. They all commend each other latter because they all go in stile.