Edit Tea's Papers

“Bring out the kids Ma' and get ready to grade Ice Tea's english papers..

Here's the senario: I've got an hour to hand this essay in so time is of the essance. I had to write a respone essay to some Harvard student's essay on Divorice, Lowell Putnam is the author. My profesor likes commas, and alot of them,,,,,in his mind u can never over use a comma so....

Basicaly correct what you can. Its not perswasive or informative really. The goal of the paper is to work on grammar... Thanks

Here's some hints to the puzzle...I mess up when I should use AFFECTED and EFFECTED. Also WHERE and WERE I mess up all the time.

“Okay class, it’s almost Christmas, lets make cards for our family” directed
Mrs. Polshinski my 1st grade teacher. After telling her class of twenty three
small wide eyed and unaware six year olds to make cards, she said “a lot of
last years kids drew pictures of their family around the Christmas tree,
opening gifts and enjoying the day.” Oh’ how the pressure mounted on me. I
looked around the class to see what the others where doing. They drew as fast
as they could, using the spectacular colors of Crayola’s, non toxic, eatable
crayons. Twenty four colors to show your love for your family. What was I to
do; should I draw Dad in for my own pleasure and fulfill my dreams of a
completed family. If I did that, Mom would see it and get mad. She hates
Daddy. I don’t understand the words exactly, but I know what she calls him
cannot possibly be good. If I do not draw him in, then I wont be like the other
kids, and they will make fun of me. I don’t know what to do! Here I am, six
years old with the weight of the world on my shoulders. Drawing this happy
stick figure family has become a nightmare. Small tears of sweat start pooling
on my brow, as I feel a surge of heat in my body as my blood pressure rises.
This could possible be the most terrifying day in my whole existence…

Lowell Putnam expresses in his well written essay his opinions and problems with
living in a “broken home”, based on first hand experience. Early in the essay he
states that when love of a parent is shadowed by fighing, action must be taken. Lowell, believes the one
job above all for parents, beyond clothing, feeding and shelter, is to love their children. If there is anything in
the way of this love, the problem should be solved, even if the ultimatum is
divorces. He says “I would rather live half the
year with my father and half with my mother, than both at the same time, and
their love being overshadowed by constant fighting.” The way the Putnam family has their visitations set up, is that
Lowell spends half the year with his father in Cambridge, and the remainder
with his mother in New York City. Lowell, notices no differences in his
upbringing than his friends. The only thing that surprises Lowell, is that
people still speak in a whisper when talking about divorce, as if it is some ill gotten disease. He is shocked at this, when the divorce rate is at 53
percent and climbing like Sir. Edmund Hillary up
Everest. Lowell thinks that there is little wrong with “broken homes as long as both parents can still show their love for the child.

My parents divorced when I was fourteen months old. After my parents’ separation, I lost contact with my father for my teen years. From around age ten to sixteen we never really spoke; I guess I became to busy for the man that gave me life. I always had something more fun and more important to do than being with my father. Lowell Putnam expresses that he sees no contrast in his up brining and his friends. I think he has not reflected on his life and seen how divorce has effected him. Last week I was composing my autobiography for my freshman seminar class. While writing the paper, the loss of a father for six years of my life was made clear. I am not deranged member of society because of that loss, but I do sense a void. Recently, my father and I started to see each other again. Now I am more busy than ever but I make an effort to visit him once a month or so. We go hiking and canoeing together as we debate politics. We come from different sides of the isle but we both enjoy the conversation. As I spend more time with him, I realize how much time I have missed with him. Not having a father in the house growing up has not been life altering, but I do wish I had made time for him when I was younger.

…I picked my ghost white, anxiety-ridden face off my desk, slowly to look
around. It feels like an eternity has passed since I was handed the sheet of 8
½ by 11 white construction paper that is now tarnished from where my little
fist tried to squeeze out my tension. From this huddled position, my eyes can
wonder onto my classmates desks and observe the colorful creations they are
making. To my right, Kristy, is working diligently with her twenty-four pack of crayons, and she
even asked for extra green paper to cut out Christmas tree shapes. Her happy
card is so pretty it pains me that I have not even started, nor do I have an
idea what I should do, Mom or Dad? My wondering blue eyes accompanied by an
almost green face, turn to the right and meet up my friend Danny’s face. Now
as I look at him I realize that I am not alone. We begin to chatter about
what to do, as Mrs. Polshinski’s ever vigilant eye catches us talking. She
movies towards us at the usual slow pace of a seventy something year old
women. Then she puts her warm hand onto my shoulder and asks me “what’s the
problem?” in her horse voice, due to years of smoking, even though she can tell
by my nearly green face. I tell her my catastrophic problem and she whispers
back, “don’t be so troubled child, you’re not all that different.” I ask in my
still trembling voice, “what should I do.” Her simple direction is, “make two
cards.””

“spell chech



j/k”

“Tea,
Isn't this like Cheating?
LOL”

“no....it's outsourcing”

““Okay class, it’s almost Christmas, lets make cards for our family” directed
Mrs. Polshinski my 1st grade teacher. After telling her class of twenty three
small wide eyed and unaware six year olds to make cards, she said “a lot of
last years kids drew pictures of their family around the Christmas tree,
opening gifts and enjoying the day.” Oh’ how the pressure mounted on me. I
looked around the class to see what the others where doing. They drew as fast
as they could, using the spectacular colors of Crayola’s, non toxic, eatable
crayons. Twenty four colors to show your love for your family. What was I to
do; should I draw Dad in for my own pleasure and fulfill my dreams of a
completed family. If I did that, Mom would see it and get mad. She hates
Daddy. I don’t understand the words exactly, but I know what she calls him
cannot possibly be good. If I do not draw him in, then I wont be like the other
kids, and they will make fun of me. I don’t know what to do! Here I am, six
years old with the weight of the world on my shoulders. Drawing this happy
stick figure family has become a nightmare. Small tears of sweat start pooling
on my brow, as I feel a surge of heat in my body as my blood pressure rises.
This could possible be the most terrifying day in my whole existence…

Lowell Putnam expresses in his well written essay his opinions and problems with
living in a “broken home”, based on first hand experience. Early in the essay he
states that when love of a parent is shadowed by fighting, action must be taken. Lowell, believes the one job above all for parents, beyond clothing, feeding and shelter, is to love their children. If there is anything in the way of this love, the problem should be solved, even if the ultimatum is divorces. He says “I would rather live half the year with my father and half with my mother, than both at the same time, and their love being overshadowed by constant fighting.” The way the Putnam family has their visitations set up, is that Lowell spends half the year with his father in Cambridge, and the remainder
with his mother in New York City. Lowell, notices no differences in his upbringing than his friends. The only thing that surprises Lowell, is that people still speak in a whisper when talking about divorce, as if it is some ill gotten disease. He is shocked at this, when the divorce rate is at 53 percent and climbing like Sir. Edmund Hillary up
Everest. Lowell thinks that there is little wrong with “broken homes as long as both parents can still show their love for the child.

My parents divorced when I was fourteen months old. After my parents’ separation, I lost contact with my father for my teen years. From around age ten to sixteen we never really spoke; I guess I became to busy for the man that gave me life. I always had something more fun and more important to do than being with my father. Lowell Putnam expresses that he sees no contrast in his up brining and his friends. I think he has not reflected on his life and seen how divorce has effected him. Last week I was composing my autobiography for my freshman seminar class. While writing the paper, the loss of a father for six years of my life was made clear. I am not deranged member of society because of that loss, but I do sense a void. Recently, my father and I started to see each other again. Now I am more busy than ever but I make an effort to visit him once a month or so. We go hiking and canoeing together as we debate politics. We come from different sides of the isle but we both enjoy the conversation. As I spend more time with him, I realize how much time I have missed with him. Not having a father in the house growing up has not been life altering, but I do wish I had made time for him when I was younger.

…I picked my ghost white, anxiety-ridden face off my desk, slowly to look
around. It feels like an eternity has passed since I was handed the sheet of 8 ½ by 11 white construction paper that is now tarnished from where my little fist tried to squeeze out my tension. From this huddled position, my eyes can wonder onto my classmates desks and observe the colorful creations they are making. To my right, Kristy, is working diligently with her twenty-four pack of crayons, and she even asked for extra green paper to cut out Christmas tree shapes. Her happy card is so pretty it pains me that I have not even started, nor do I have an idea what I should do, Mom or Dad? My wondering blue eyes accompanied by an almost green face, turn to the right and meet up my friend Danny’s face. Now as I look at him I realize that I am not alone. We begin to chatter about what to do, as Mrs. Polshinski’s ever vigilant eye catches us talking. She movies towards us at the usual slow pace of a seventy something year old women. Then she puts her warm hand onto my shoulder and asks me “what’s the problem?” in her horse voice, due to years of smoking, even though she can tell by my nearly green face. I tell her my catastrophic problem and she whispers back, “don’t be so troubled child, you’re not all that different.” I ask in my still trembling voice, “what should I do.” Her simple direction is, “make two cards.””

“I used to have a friend who had been an English teacher proof my stuff before I turned it in. It's not cheating.

More time would have been good though...I can't help you right now.”

“C-”

“Geees, I was j/k on the cheating.. :-0, did not include, a couple of commas in there,

Good Luck on it, lil bro, I hope ya whip the HAAAAVAAAAARD student!

Besides my grammar and spelling are only, at best, a single notch above you, Tea, but by me posting on here for ya, keeps it at the top of the threads....LOL
(notice all the commmas)”

““Okay class, it’s almost Christmas, lets make cards for our family” directed
Mrs. Polshinski my 1st grade teacher. After telling her class of twenty three
small wide eyed and unaware six year olds to make cards, she said “a lot of
last years kids drew pictures of their family around the Christmas tree,
opening gifts and enjoying the day.” Oh how the pressure mounted on me. I
looked around the class to see what the others were doing. They drew as fast
as they could; using the spectacular colors of Crayola’s, non toxic, eatable
crayons. Twenty four colors to show your love for your family. What was I to
do? Should I draw Dad in for my own pleasure and fulfill my dreams of a
completed family? If I did that, Mom would see it and get mad. She hates
Daddy. I don’t understand the words exactly, but I know what she calls him
cannot possibly be good. If I do not draw him in, then I won’t be like the other
kids, and they will make fun of me. I don’t know what to do! Here I am, six
years old with the weight of the world on my shoulders. Drawing this happy
stick figure family has become a nightmare. Small tears of sweat start pooling
on my brow, as I feel a surge of heat in my body as my blood pressure rises.
This could possible be the most terrifying day in my whole existence.

Lowell Putnam expresses in his well written essay his opinions and problems with
living in a “broken home”, based on first hand experience. Early in the essay he
states that when love of a parent is shadowed by fighting, action must be taken. Lowell, believes the one job above all for parents, beyond clothing, feeding and shelter, is to love their children. If there is anything in the way of this love, the problem should be solved, even if the ultimatum is divorce. He says “I would rather live half the year with my father and half with my mother, than both at the same time, and their love being overshadowed by constant fighting.” The way the Putnam family has their visitations set up, is that Lowell spends half the year with his father in Cambridge, and the remainder
with his mother in New York City. Lowell notices no differences in his upbringing than his friends. The only thing that surprises Lowell is that people still speak in a whisper when talking about divorce, as if it is some ill gotten disease. He is shocked at this, when the divorce rate is at 53 percent and climbing like Sir. Edmund Hillary up Everest. Lowell thinks that there is little wrong with “broken homes as long as both parents can still show their love for the child.

My parents divorced when I was fourteen months old. After my parents’ separation, I lost contact with my father during my teen years. From around age ten to sixteen we never really spoke; I guess I became too busy for the man that gave me life. I always had something more fun and more important to do than being with my father. Lowell Putnam expresses that he sees no contrast in his upbringing and his friends. I think he has not reflected on his life and seen how divorce has affected him. Last week I was composing my autobiography for my freshman seminar class. While writing the paper, the loss of a father for six years of my life was made clear. I am not deranged member of society because of that loss, but I do sense a void. Recently, my father and I started to see each other again. Now I am busier than ever but I make an effort to visit him once a month or so. We go hiking and canoeing together as we debate politics. We come from different sides of the isle but we both enjoy the conversation. As I spend more time with him, I realize how much time I have missed with him. Not having a father in the house growing up has not been life altering, but I do wish I had made time for him when I was younger.

I picked my ghost white, anxiety-ridden face off my desk, slowly to look around. It feels like an eternity has passed since I was handed the sheet of 8 ½ by 11 white construction paper that is now tarnished from where my little fist tried to squeeze out my tension. From this huddled position, my eyes can wander onto my classmate’s desks and observe the colorful creations they are making. To my right, Kristy is working diligently with her twenty-four pack of crayons, and she even asked for extra green paper to cut out Christmas tree shapes. Her happy card is so pretty it pains me that I have not even started, nor do I have an idea what I should do, Mom or Dad? My wondering blue eyes accompanied by an almost green face, turn to the right and meet up my friend Danny’s face. Now as I look at him I realize that I am not alone. We begin to chatter about what to do, as Mrs. Polshinski’s ever vigilant eye catches us talking. She moves towards us at the usual slow pace of a seventy something year old women. Then she puts her warm hand onto my shoulder and asks me “what’s the problem?” in her horse voice, due to years of smoking, even though she can tell by my nearly green face. I tell her my catastrophic problem and she whispers back, “don’t be so troubled child; you’re not all that different.” I ask in my still trembling voice, “What should I do.” Her simple direction is, “make two cards.””

“So where did u make the changes?”

“Tea --

1) you do not mean isle (island) you mean "aisle" (when discussing politics with your father).

2)There is something awkward about this sentence, if only the plural "divorces":

". If there is anything in the way of this love, the problem should be solved, even if the ultimatum is divorces. "

Perhaps, "if anything prevents the expression of this love, the problems should be solved, even if the ultimate conclusion is divorce"”

“everywhere. Lots of punctuation and spelling.

I missed the "aisle-isle" thing.”

“THat what only from a quick read, and in no way is intended to be a comphrehensive review/critque.

One more note.


Although the story you weave into your review of the Lowell piece is good, and touching, make sure that you are fulfilling, and not losing sight of, the objectives of the writing assignement.

That is. Your piece is broken into four basic sections.

1) your childhood memories
2) a brief discussion of Lowell
3) your current relationship with your Dad
4)concluding childhood memories.



ahhhhhh never mind. You only have an hour.\


GREAT ESSAY.”

“This is college work?”

“Tea -

"brining" is soaking in a salt water bath . . .like corned beef


Survey says you may mean "bringing"

your sentence: "expresses that he sees no contrast in his up brining and his friends"”

“Crayola’s Crayolas

non toxic non-toxic



You owe me $5.”

“It's probably some kind of remedial course.”

“Think about it, it is Ice Tea we are talking about here. This is remedial english.”

“See what I get for typing two sentences!”

“I forgot this may be an ESL course”

“Here is the corrected paper with an added parigraph:

“Okay class, it’s almost Christmas, lets make cards for our family” directed Mrs. Polshinski my 1st grade teacher. After telling her class of twenty three small wide eyed and unaware six year olds to make cards, she said “a lot of last years kids drew pictures of their family around the Christmas tree, opening gifts and enjoying the day.” Oh how the pressure mounted on me. I looked around the class to see what the others were doing. They drew as fast as they could; using the spectacular colors of Crayolas, nontoxic, eatable crayons. Twenty four colors to show your love for your family. What was I to do? Should I draw Dad in for my own pleasure and fulfill my dreams of a completed family? If I did that, Mom would see it and get mad. She hates Daddy. I don’t understand the words exactly, but I know what she calls him cannot possibly be good. If I do not draw him in, then I won’t be like the other kids, and they will make fun of me. I don’t know what to do! Here I am, six years old with the weight of the world on my shoulders. Drawing this happy stick figure family has become a nightmare. Small tears of sweat start pooling on my brow, as I feel a surge of heat in my body as my blood pressure rises. This could possible be the most terrifying day in my whole existence.

Lowell Putnam expresses in his well written essay his opinions and problems with living in a “broken home”, based on first hand experience. Early in the essay he states that when love of a parent is shadowed by fighting, action must be taken. Lowell, believes the one job above all for parents, beyond clothing, feeding and shelter, is to love their children. If anything prevents the expression of this love, the problems should be solved, even if the ultimate conclusion is divorce. He says “I would rather live half the year with my father and half with my mother, than both at the same time, and their love being overshadowed by constant fighting.” The way the Putnam family has their visitations set up, is that Lowell spends half the year with his father in Cambridge, and the remainder with his mother in New York City. Lowell expresses that he sees no contrast in his up brining and his friends. The only thing that surprises Lowell is that people still speak in a whisper when talking about divorce, as if it is some ill gotten disease. He is shocked at this, when the divorce rate is at 53 percent and climbing like Sir. Edmund Hillary up Everest. Lowell thinks that there is little wrong with “broken homes as long as both parents can still show their love for the child.

My parents divorced when I was fourteen months old. After my parents’ separation, I lost contact with my father during my teen years. From around age ten to sixteen we never really spoke; I guess I became too busy for the man that gave me life. I always had something more fun and more important to do than being with my father. Lowell Putnam expresses that he sees no contrast in his upbringing and his friends. I think he has not reflected on his life and seen how divorce has affected him. Last week I was composing my autobiography for my freshman seminar class. While writing the paper, the loss of a father for six years of my life was made clear. I am not deranged member of society because of that loss, but I do sense a void. Recently, my father and I started to see each other again. Now I am busier than ever but I make an effort to visit him once a month or so. We go hiking and canoeing together as we debate politics. We come from different sides of the aisle but we both enjoy the conversation. As I spend more time with him, I realize how much time I have missed with him. Not having a father in the house growing up has not been life altering, but I do wish I had made time for him when I was younger.

My Grandfather along with my Uncle filled in where a Dad was supposed to. Pa, as I called him, took me fishing and hiking as well as too football and hockey games. Uncle Marc, went camping with me during Boy Scouts. Years after my father left the house, my Mother started dating again. From there I really bonded with her boy friends over the years. One guy stuck around for about seven years, until him and my Mom broke up. We did everything that a father and son should. We went to all types of sporting events and places. Rick, was in most aspects my father for those years. Now my mother is engaged with another man, that I like, but never as much as Rick. I want my Mom to be happy, but it is tough since Rick has been in my life for seven years as a father. Their break up has not effected Rick and I. We still have stayed in touch for about a year now since the break up, and it appears as we always will.

…I picked my ghost white, anxiety-ridden face off my desk, slowly to look around. It feels like an eternity has passed since I was handed the sheet of 8 ½ by 11 white construction paper that is now tarnished from where my little fist tried to squeeze out my tension. From this huddled position, my eyes can wander onto my classmate’s desks and observe the colorful creations they are making. To my right, Kristy is working diligently with her twenty-four pack of crayons, and she even asked for extra green paper to cut out Christmas tree shapes. Her happy card is so pretty it pains me that I have not even started, nor do I have an idea what I should do, Mom or Dad? My wondering blue eyes accompanied by an almost green face, turn to the right and meet up my friend Danny’s face. Now as I look at him I realize that I am not alone. We begin to chatter about what to do, as Mrs. Polshinski’s ever vigilant eye catches us talking. She moves towards us at the usual slow pace of a seventy something year old women. Then she puts her warm hand onto my shoulder and asks me “what’s the problem?” in her horse voice, due to years of smoking, even though she can tell by my nearly green face. I tell her my catastrophic problem and she whispers back, “don’t be so troubled child; you’re not all that different.” I ask in my still trembling voice, “What should I do.” Her simple direction is, “make two cards.””

“Tea --
Make sure that you intend to use the same Lowell quote in two places.

And fix the "brining" thing in the first one.

1) The way the Putnam family has their visitations set up, is that Lowell spends half the year with his father in Cambridge, and the remainder with his mother in New York City. Lowell expresses that he sees no contrast in his up brining and his friends. The only thing that surprises Lowell is that people still speak in a whisper when talking about divorce, as if it is some ill gotten disease.


2)I always had something more fun and more important to do than being with my father. Lowell Putnam expresses that he sees no contrast in his upbringing and his friends. I think he has not reflected on his life and seen how divorce has affected him

The repeat sentence should jump out.”

“Yes it is remidial... ;-( Kinda stupid though...

See, I took the entrance test, and got a 9 out of 10 on the writting part..so I kicked it's ass. But since I thought it would be a good idea to take the class I did. However, most unfortunatly, this prof sucks. He tells me to put cammas every where. Not just me, but every one in teh class. So either 23 people are underusing commas, or he is addicted to them. He has not helped in anyway with my writting skills.

BTW, the story is fake, I made it up”

“thanks guys”

““Okay class, it’s almost Christmas, lets make cards for our family”, directed Mrs. Polshinski, my 1st grade teacher. After telling her class of twenty three small, wide-eyed and unaware six year olds to make cards, she said, “a lot of last years kids drew pictures of their family around the Christmas tree, opening gifts and enjoying the day.” Oh how the pressure mounted on me. I looked around the class to see what the others were doing. They drew as fast as they could; using the spectacular colors of Crayolas, nontoxic, edible crayons. Twenty four colors to show your love for your family. What was I to do? Should I draw Dad in for my own pleasure and fulfill my dreams of a completed family? If I did that, Mom would see it and get mad. She hates Daddy. I don’t understand the words exactly, but I know what she calls him cannot possibly be good. If I do not draw him in, then I won’t be like the other kids, and they will make fun of me. I don’t know what to do! Here I am, six years old with the weight of the world on my shoulders. Drawing this happy stick figure family has become a nightmare. Small tears of sweat start pooling on my brow, as I feel a surge of heat in my body as my blood pressure rises. This could possibly be the most terrifying day in my whole existence.”

“I hear they are having a sale at the comma shop.”

“i do this for a living - looks like you have plenty of help already, but I can edit and send you the corrected file so you can see what I did...
let me know - be happy to help!”

“Lowell Putnam expresses in his well written essay his opinions and problems with living in a “broken home”, based on first hand experience. Early in the essay, he states that when the love of a parent is shadowed by fighting, action must be taken. Lowell, believes that the one job for all for parents above and beyond clothing, feeding and shelter, is to love their children. If anything prevents the expression of this love, the problems should be solved, even if the ultimate conclusion is divorce. He says, “I would rather live half the year with my father and half with my mother, than both at the same time, and their love being overshadowed by constant fighting.” The way the Putnam family has their visitations set up, is that Lowell spends half the year with his father in Cambridge, and the remainder with his mother in New York City. Lowell expresses that he sees no contrast in his up brining and his friends. The only thing that surprises Lowell is that people still speak in a whisper when talking about divorce as if it is some ill-gotten disease. He is shocked at this, when the divorce rate is at 53 percent and climbing like Sir. Edmund Hillary up Everest. Lowell thinks that there is little wrong with “broken homes" as long as both parents can still show their love for the child.”

“It just occured to me that T could never get away with plaigerism unless he went back through and mispelled a bunch of stuff.”

“My parents divorced when I was fourteen months old. After my parents’ separation, I lost contact with my father during my teen years. From around age ten to sixteen, we never really spoke; I guess I became too busy for the man that gave me life. I always had something more fun and more important to do than being with my father. Lowell Putnam expresses that he sees no contrast in his upbringing and his friends. I think he has not reflected on his life and seen how divorce has affected him. Last week I was composing my autobiography for my freshman seminar class. While writing the paper, the loss of a father for six years of my life was made clear. I am not a deranged member of society because of that loss, but I do sense a void. Recently, my father and I started to see each other again. Now I am busier than ever but I make an effort to visit him once a month or so. We go hiking and canoeing together as we debate politics. We come from different sides of the aisle but we both enjoy the conversation. As I spend more time with him, I realize how much time I have missed with him. Not having a father in the house growing up has not been life altering, but I do wish I had made time for him when I was younger.

My Grandfather, along with my Uncle, filled in where my Dad was supposed to be. Pa, as I called him, took me fishing and hiking as well as to football and hockey games. Uncle Marc went camping with me during Boy Scouts. Years after my father left the house, my Mother started dating again. From there I really bonded with her boy friends over the years. One guy stuck around for about seven years, until him and my Mom broke up. We did everything that a father and son should. We went to all types of sporting events and places. Rick was, in most aspects, my father for those years. Now my mother is engaged with another man that I like, but never as much as Rick. I want my Mom to be happy, but it is tough since Rick has been in my life for seven years as a father. Their break up has not effected Rick and I. We have still stayed in touch for about a year now since the break up, and it appears we always will.

…I picked my ghost white, anxiety-ridden face off my desk, slowly to look around. It feels like an eternity has passed since I was handed the sheet of 8 ½ by 11 white construction paper that is now tarnished from where my little fist tried to squeeze out my tension. From this huddled position, my eyes can wander onto my classmate’s desks and observe the colorful creations they are making. To my right, Kristy is working diligently with her twenty-four pack of crayons, and she even asked for extra green paper to cut out Christmas tree shapes. Her happy card is so pretty it pains me that I have not even started, nor do I have an idea what I should do, Mom or Dad? My wondering blue eyes accompanied by an almost green face, turn to the right and meet up with my friend Danny’s face. Now as I look at him I realize that I am not alone. We begin to chatter about what to do as Mrs. Polshinski’s ever vigilant eye catches us talking. She moves towards us at the usual slow pace of a seventy something year old woman. Then she puts her warm hand onto my shoulder and asks me “what’s the problem?” in her horse voice, due to years of smoking, even though she can tell by my nearly green face. I tell her my catastrophic problem and she whispers back, “don’t be so troubled child; you’re not all that different.” I ask in my still trembling voice, “What should I do.” Her simple direction is, “make two cards.”"”

“On a serious note Tea - you'd do well to listen to the guy and learn from his class, so you can make the changes yourself and not rely on an internet backpacking forum.
Everyone makes mistakes, I know I do, but being able to write reasonably well is a foundation for almost everything else you do.

You're obviously not stupid, but the mistakes are sometimes so bad that they detract from everything you're trying to say.
You're ambitious and unless you put some work into now, it could well hold you back from you want to achieve, in college and in life as a whole.
So take this seriously and don't go online an hour before its due in and get someone else to do the work for you.”

“He has not helped in anyway with my writting skills.

Ice Tea
11:28:44 AM
12/18/03


From the looks of the rest of that post alone, you are a master of understatement.”

“I'm an editor, so English is my life. Nobody is perfect, so nobody writes perfectly.

That said, you really do need to read carefully what ynamiynami just posted. He is absolutely correct. Writing is very important - too important to just ignore. You have this opportunity to learn how to write, spell, and express yourself. Don't waste it, and don't keep coming on this board asking other people to do your work for you.

The day could come, and I hope it does, when you will have a good position where writing is an integral part of the job. Believe me on this point; you will not last if you depend on other people to do your writing for you, or to polish off your work because you are too lazy to take the time to go over it carefully yourself.

One last point: vocabulary is the sign of an educated person. Spelling goes hand-in-glove with vocabulary. Even a hand-written note to a boss with every other word misspelled is going to give the impression that you are an uneducated lout, and that is not the image you want to portray. Take the time to get it right now, to form good habits, and to take pride in the work you turn in. Believe me, it will pay back in spades later.

When I get resumes with words misspelled, they go right into the trash can. There is no point in even calling them in for an interview, because if they can't spell correctly on a resume, it's a cinch they're not going to spell correctly when they write their reports, and I'm going to spend forever correcting their stupid mistakes. I don't have that much time to dwell on correcting the mistakes of people hired to write.

You might not intend to be a journalist, or even hold a job where writing is a big part of the job. But wherever you do land, written communication of one sort or another is going to be part of the job. Then how you write will indicate to others what kind of person you are. You might be brilliant, but if your writing looks like it was done by an idiot, they're going to think you're an idiot. How you write is a form of advertising. People form perceptions on that basis.

That's my sermon. I hope it helps you.”

“I hired an editor for my dissertation. My committee knew that and were okay with it. It only becomes a problem if the editor changes the content or intent of the paper.

My editor, pushed me away from commas and towards hyphens--at least in my application.”

“Well I didn't get through the whole thing but here's a couple of suggestions.

"tears of sweat"
It's not incorrect but maybe beads of sweat or drops of sweat - unless your eyes were really hot and tired!

"The way the Putnam family has their visitations set up..."
Family should be an "it" not a they

up brining = upbringing (one word)

“broken homes as long as both parents can still show their love for the child.
You need and end quote here somewhere, after homes maybe

" I think he has not reflected on his life and seen how divorce has affected him."
Kind of awkward how about, "I don't think he has...

"I am not deranged member..."
Sounds a little deranged, how about, I am not a deranged member

"Not having a father in the house growing up has not been life altering, but I do wish I had made time for him when I was younger."
Your father is grown, how about, "Growing up in a house without a father has not..."”

“"Nobody is perfect, so nobody writes perfectly." - I missed the word what from my little speech ;o)”

“I completely concur with ynamiynami and Geobeet. Well said.

I am really resisting the urge to give it to tea with both barrels. Well, if I can't say something nice, I won't say anything at all.”

“Call it tough love and let fly ski.”

“"Tea,
Isn't this like Cheating?
LOL"
snafu29
10:42:56 AM
12/18/03
ignore this user



"no....it's outsourcing"
Ice Tea
10:43:31 AM
12/18/03

HAHA! I LOVE this! You'll make a great prez yet Tea!”

“I have to agree with Geo and YY.

Funny comment but in reality outsourcing requires even greater communication skills not less.”

“I am not going to do Tea's work for him. The grammar, spelling and punctuation are abysmal in
his work.

Tea should not rush his work, but should show that he cares enough to take the time to go over it himself with a fine tooth comb before blasting it off to the TT community and expecting them to do his work. I went through the first 2 paragraphs and made 18 changes. I quit after two paragraphs because it's after the hour "deadline" and I shouldn't be doing Tea's work for him.

Written communication is extremely important. It is a form of communication used in every single business. Even though someone may be very intelligent, if their grammar, spelling and punctuation are horrible, I am prejudiced into think they are not very intelligent right from the start. I cannot tell you the number of resumes I have thrown in the trash due to spelling errors.

Do yourself a favor and learn from this class, Tea. If you learn from it, you will enjoy possibly hundreds of thousands of dollars more in earning potential over your lifetime because of it.”

“"Do yourself a favor and learn from this class, Tea. If you learn from it,"

So where is a young fella find time for chicks and beer then?”

“Dang Nigal, how many hours a day could that class be?”

“Lets hope he never tries to write any erotic notes Nigal ... although if he did I think he should post them here first, so we can check the grammar ;o)”

“C’mon guys. Lay off Tea. He’s told us repeatedly that he aspires to be President. The last election should prove to you that he doesn’t want to come off as too bright.”

“Well that changes everything. He wants to start a nukular war. Well okay then ...”

“Somehow I always knew it would come to this.”

“

Little sample of life when Tea is president.

”

“Don't forget to change "horse voice" to hoarse, Mr. Ed.”

“Which words are Putnam's and which are yours. Quotations or foot notes or both should delineate the two.

Be sure to close the quotations.”