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Santarelli UWRT 1103 Daybook 2015 Writing is… Writing is free expression, a way to transfer ideas into the tangible world. A device for communication between people, it conveys complex thought in a concrete form. More permanent than talking. You do not have to remember everything if it’s written down. It is a way to preserve a fleeting thought. Due to its expressive quality, writing can be considered an art form. The hand is a conduit to carry ethereal thoughts into the physical world. A way to understand one another and each other’s thoughts. It can release stress or anxiety. It’s good to write out why you are angry as well, you can logically determine if it is something worth being angry about. I remember reading and writing… I remember reading used to be fun and exciting. All through grade school I would read mythology from around the world almost every day. Reading used to be mystical and free, a getaway. I used to have the expendable time to read what I wanted to read. I dislike being forced to read what other people want me to. I remember writing was boring, yet a skill a aspired to have. I have always equated being well read and written as a crucial way to communicate intellect. However, I haven’t really ever written for my own good, I was always told to write for school. I’ve never been too keen on being told what to do. It’s my hand, who can determine what I write? What I create with my hand is mine to decide. I have always strived to be a well-read writer simply for the purpose of using it as a tool. I required a medium to communicate complex thought, writing was the answer.

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UWRT 1103 Daybook 2015 Writing is…Writing is free expression, a way to transfer ideas into the tangible world. A device for communication between people, it conveys complex thought in a concrete form. More permanent than talking. You do not have to remember everything if it’s written down. It is a way to preserve a fleeting thought. Due to its expressive quality, writing can be considered an art form. The hand is a conduit to carry ethereal thoughts into the physical world. A way to understand one another and each other’s thoughts. It can release stress or anxiety. It’s good to write out why you are angry as well, you can logically determine if it is something worth being angry about.

I remember reading and writing…I remember reading used to be fun and exciting. All through grade school I would read mythology from around the world almost every day. Reading used to be mystical and free, a getaway. I used to have the expendable time to read what I wanted to read. I dislike being forced to read what other people want me to.

I remember writing was boring, yet a skill a aspired to have. I have always equated being well read and written as a crucial way to communicate intellect. However, I haven’t really ever written for my own good, I was always told to write for school. I’ve never been too keen on being told what to do. It’s my hand, who can determine what I write? What I create with my hand is mine to decide. I have always strived to be a well-read writer simply for the purpose of using it as a tool. I required a medium to communicate complex thought, writing was the answer.

Superman and me…This article is about the author comparing learning to read, to Superman comics. He talks about Superman breaking down doors with his great strength. There are some very powerfully written ideas in this article. I liked when he compared every aspect of his life to a paragraph. The paragraph as a unit of measure.

He uses the repetition of “I” to make his point clear. He repeats “I am arrogant.” He is hardheaded and wont take no for an answer. He is dead set on learning how to read. He makes the important point of Superman being able to smash down doors while he says “I throw my weight against the locked doors. The door holds.” He is not Superman, he has limits, he has weaknesses.

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Among the believers…The son of a preacher, turned atheist, raised a child as an atheist. People on both sides, are closed-minded. People condemn this child for not being “faithful”, however her father condemns religion so hard that I feel no pity. It is important to keep an open mind. Not to condemn people who are different. This father is fighting hatred and misunderstanding with equal amounts of hatred and misunderstanding, and for this reason he is a fool. Even the author talks about how cruel the other children were to think she was a devil worshiper, when she has inherited an equally bigoted legacy from her father. I find it comical that the father has a victim complex. Talking about how he’s constantly under attack for his beliefs, meanwhile he’s disrespecting and attacking the beliefs of other people.