Labeling

In my opinion the consumer should be as informed as possible, case and point. Along those same lines, consumers should be able to have all the information they could possibly need on the label, to make sure that they know exactly what they are buying, and what is going into their bodies.
The labels on the cans could be regulated to prevent companies putting out things that only make them seem like the good guys, unbiased information on labeling will help consumers know what they are buying, where its coming from, how it's made, and what exactly they're eating.

Ads

The ad on page twenty-four is simple and direct, with a picture that captures the attention and is a quick and easy thing to read. On the flip side, the cartoon on page one captures the attention with a cute cartoon that people love reading, yet it still gets the point across. The advertisement on page twenty-four could be described as an explicit argument, because the point comes across directly, and very strongly, as well as giving the argument strait forward and up front. The picture presented on page one could easily be described as an implicit argument, because the information is presented without being direct and giving a bold statement.

Implicit Explicit

Explain the differences between implicit and explicit arguments. Use the picture and poem on p. 5-6 to support you.

Both explicit and implicit arguments are wonderful tools for a writing argument to be successful. An explicit argument is described as direct and harsh, throwing out controversial information to work with; witch is then supported by reasons and evidence. An implicit argument is the exact opposite; it looks nothing like an actual argument. The poem on pages five and six would be described as an implicit argument, because it subtly gives the information and makes an argument. Same with the picture on page five, not only is it implicit but different from the poem, it simply presents the information, without any real argument, which leaves the reader or viewer to make their own decisions about what’s going on based on the photograph given.

Memory

The park in my neighborhood was always a favorite for me and my mom to walk to in the summertime. The play equitment had just been re-painted bright florescent orange, and had a dog park right next to it, which to an eight year old, was the greatest thing in the world.

The walk to the park was a familiar one, out of the cul-de-sac to the main street in the neighborhood, and down a side street for about a block or two. We had just reached the end of the cul-de-sac and turned right down the road, passing my favorite tree of all time. It was a great big weeping willow that desperately needed its branches trimmed, but to me, it was a fort, a club house, an amazing hiding place. Right next to the tree, off the curb, there was a storm drain and most of the time it wasn't something that caused any interest. On this trip however a strange noise was coming from the drain, my mom said over and over again it sounded like a raccoon, but being a curious eight year old I had to get a closer look. I peered into the drain and staring right back at me was a white and gray kitten, one of the smallest I'd ever seen. No need to say eight year old girls plus a kitten involved means lots of squealing and excitement, though my mom was cynical about trying to get the kitten out, and tried to get me to press onward to the park.

However it quickly became my lucky day when our neighbors rode by on their bikes, when we showed them what we found they became just as determined as I was to set the kitten free. With the combined effort of my neighbors and my mom, the storm drain was lifted off and we were able to reach the kitten. The kitten however was skittish and wouldn't come to us, but my neighbors, who had a cat at home, left, and returned a few minutes later with soft cat food.

With the help of that, it took no effort to get the kitten to come to us, and to lift her out. After that we tried for a good hour or so to find someone in the neighborhood who had lost a kitten, but no one had. My mom agreed to let me take it home for the night and the next morning, gave me the okay to keep her.

Reflection

“Reflect on anything from class”. Such a wonderfully vague assignment. Thus far I think that class has gone basically how I expected it to, over analyze everything, move at a pace so fast you hardly realize what’s happening, and watch everyone test the limits of how goofy they can get in class without causing the teacher to throw things. Frankly I can’t wait to start getting into some of the novels we are going to be doing this year, and see what all of the previous ApEng juniors were talking about.

Language.

Language quite possibly evolves more then just about anything else that humans do on a day-to-day base. Most language evolves from new generations coming up with new words, sayings, or phrases that catch on and become commonly used.

For example, even just a hundred or so years ago the language is vastly different from what is heard today, which is all the proof needed to show that language evolves just as any one species does.

I don’t believe that the language of the individual changes very much, but instead more so the generation gaps differ the most, the way that a group of third graders may talk would be different from the way anyone in high school would speak to each other, which would be completely off from how anyone over the age of sixty spoke. The language evolves slowly, although hints of it may be shown by generation gaps, it is more than visible from century to century.

Profound Moment

Sitting down and trying to think of a profound moment that I would be comfortable sharing with not only my English teacher, but the entire English class, was quite possibly one of the hardest things I’ve had to do. Profound moments don’t come along very often, and even when they do they are hard to put to words, and sometimes too personal to share. The moment I came up with sounds like a complete cliché, but my first day of high school was very profound for me. It struck me that day that life was starting to get serious, my home life was on the rocks for a variety of reasons, I’d been lectured about college day one of freshman year, it was a lot to take in. Unlike the narrator in “Red Sky in the Morning” I couldn’t really pick a specific moment in the day that was profound, but instead a few moments where it hit me that from that point on, there was going to be less and less time for me to just be a kid. It may not be the most profound moment, but it was definitely a moment of realizations.