About Me

My photo
Beloit, Wisconsin, United States
I'm Reece Fox; a 23 year old World of Warcraft playing, peace loving, song singing, tree hugger. I've got a sharp tongue, a hot temper, and a sarcastic quick-witted humor. Love me, hate me, just don't try to make me. Being something I'm not just ain't me.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Your Shitty Grammar is Distracting From Your Point

Let me start by saying I am NOT full of myself. I know my strengths and weaknesses just as any other should. In school I knew where I was talented enough to slack off and where I needed to be alert. I'll never be a scientist. I'll never be a historian. I'll never have my artwork grace the walls of a museum. What I can do is write. Perhaps I'm missing a comma here or there (I'm not perfect), but I understand the basic concepts of how to construct a proper sentence.

I just started my first semester as a college freshman at the University of Wisconsin- Rock County. It's not a well-known or prestigious school, but I'm just pleased with myself for enrolling in ANY college at this point. It's been over 5 years since I graduated high school, and much of what I "learned" has somehow found its way to the dormant crevices of my jumbled brain. I worried I wouldn’t operate at the level of my peers.

English 101- Week 3. The assignment? Write a 300-word descriptive essay including as many of the five sensory details as possible. Simple enough it seems. So, 322 words later I submit my essay through the online school database and peruse through the work of my fellow peers. One: I like to know where I stand among the class as far as skill. Two: In case of a future group assignment I’d like to know who I should and, more importantly, should not work with.
I don't want to work with these people:

"The horses, seeming like they were in dire distressed, kicked their hoofs up and down, stirring up grimy dirt into the winds, while yanked their necks side to side attempting to deter the gold ball sized horse flies from annoying them. They wiped their tails in rage back and forth and up into the air with some innocent workers getting caught in the cross fire feeling steel wool brushes scarping against their skin." (Anonymous English Student)

“With jitters of energy, we find the parking lot and we approach the enormeous log lobby leading us to the Wilderness. With unpreparation of a large sum of money needing to be deposited for management to have for safe keepings, emotions became futile and thoughts became frantic. After countless minutes passing, my friend and I bargained our way out of the policy and placed a $500 deposit.” (Anonymous English Student)