Introductory Paragraph :: Argumentative Essay

downloadWorld history is replete with  tales of tyrants, despots, and so-called “butchers” of humans and human rights.  As part of our studies of the Holocaust , we examine genocide as part of our social justice debate.  You are writing about social justice in an essay having the theme “good men must do something to keep evil from flourishing.” A second essay asks that you argue whether sixteen is too young to drive an automobile, using source material in Connection. In your third essay you argue whether emotions and thoughts Anne Frank reveals in her diary are typical of all teenagers.  Is she a typical teenager? Why or why not?

Review your early writing on each topic.  Check journal entries, notes, etc.  Then please type, proofread, revise, and upload your introductory paragraph here. Be sure to give the essay title so that the reader may distinguish one essay from the other.

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Quick-Write Response: Characterization of Mr. Dolphus Raymond

It is easy to characterize Mr. Dolphus Raymond as an unreal, nonracist character. His neighbors and inhabitants of Maycomb criticize him for his behavior. They do not associate with him. We see Mr. Raymond engage with Dill near the courthouse. Is Mr. Raymond what the citizens say of him?

Decide if Mr. Raymond is a positive or a negative character. Respond in a quick response in which you characterize Mr. Dolphus and describe what you think of him based on what others say of him. Support your response by writing three details from the text as your evidence. Be sure to place the passages you use as evidence in quotation marks.

Kathy’s Portrait of Leadership

Kathy's Portrait of Leadership.
Leaders make the horses drink. I only lead them to water that I am after to soothe my own thirst.

I believe that I lead by following. Especially in the classroom, when teaching others, or even while training my dog. My grandmother calls that lazy. I call that not leading at all, perhaps because I really am not a fan of leaders, and do not want to lead anyone. I can hardly lead my self.

This becomes a difficult proposition when my son is born. No spanking, no circumcision, no gender stereotypes, I preach to my husband.

In a classroom, it looks really lazy, like my grandmother said.

“What does the author mean when he refers to “snow bunnies?” I ask my class. Of course, I know that snow bunnies are cute, nubile females on ski slopes, après ski in the lodge, spending long weekends following the snow. I also do not expect my students to know, but to attempt to infer the meaning.

Infer is the mini-lesson of the day, and inferring lets the reader take control. Right out of the author’s hands. With a snatch of logic and reasoning, and proof from the text, or the world, or oneself, one can assign one’s own meaning.

The boys in seats near the window giggle, surreptitiously look at each other. Ahh, I surmise, something underhanded or illegal. Hmmm, what are they inferring? Or meaning Drugs?

“We don’t know, Miss. Can’t you just tell us what a snow bunny is?” my star pupil sighs, wanting to get on with the plot of our story.

They are afraid that I am going to say , “A snow bunny is gee ee tee, tee aitch ee, dee eye see, tee eye oh, en aye are why.”

And they’ll say, “Miss, you never tell us anything.”

Which means, “You probably don’t know anything. You just don’t want to tell us.”

So I poll the room, going around the circle asking, “What’s a snow bunny, Erik?”

He shrugs. “Mr. Cole?” He was one of the smirker, and snickerers.

“Awww. Miss . . .Well, I don’t – can’t you tell her Jasan? I don’t want to say.”

Okay, time to lead. Time to say that snow bunnies are girls, usually between 14 and 30, who follow the snow – like some people follow the sun. And they hop from ski resort to ski resort all winter, enjoying themselves despite the cold.

But I don’t. I take the lazy way. And a way to squeeze in a favorite writing strategy. “Okay ladies, and gentlemen, in your reader’s journal, freewrite about all the possible meanings – connotation AND denotation if you can – of “snow bunnies” as used in context by the author. Please write for the full three minutes. If you do not know, please write about now knowing, what not knowing feels like, or I’m stuck, I’m stuck, until the gong sounds. Thank you, Please write for the full time with absolutely no talking. Thank you.”

I sit and write with them. My freewrite begins
“Why can’t you just answer the bloody question? Now we are spending five minutes to look up one word that these kids will never use. How do you know they will never use it. That is classist. Oh well, I hope the bell rings soon. What is a snow bunny? Some thing that hops around – a rabbit And snow is white and cold. Is a snow rabbit a white rabbit? Like in Alice in Wonderland? –“ the gong sounds.

So, there is my no leadership in an educational setting. Yes, I was in charge of the classroom. But the kids are on rocky ground, amidst the crags of not understanding what the rest of “normal” society takes for granted. They are always the real leaders. They take the chances. They risk sounding unintelligent, guessing at what something means and out loud in front of their peers. I am just a cheerleader on the sidelines. Or the griper.

Leaders make the horses drink. I only lead them to water.

Leaders make the horses drink. I only lead them to water that I am after to soothe my own thirst.

I believe that I lead by following. Especially in the classroom, when teaching others, or even while training my dog. My grandmother calls that lazy. I call that not leading at all, perhaps because I really am not a fan of leaders, and do not want to lead anyone. I can hardly lead my self.

This becomes a difficult proposition when my son is born. No spanking, no circumcision, no gender stereotypes, I preach to my husband.

In a classroom, it looks really lazy, like my grandmother said.

“What does the author mean when he refers to “snow bunnies?” I ask my class. Of course, I know that snow bunnies are cute, nubile females on ski slopes, après ski in the lodge, spending long weekends following the snow. I also do not expect my students to know, but to attempt to infer the meaning.

Infer is the mini-lesson of the day, and inferring lets the reader take control. Right out of the author’s hands. With a snatch of logic and reasoning, and proof from the text, or the world, or oneself, one can assign one’s own meaning.

The boys in seats near the window giggle, surreptitiously look at each other. Ahh, I surmise, something underhanded or illegal. Hmmm, what are they inferring? Or meaning Drugs?

“We don’t know, Miss. Can’t you just tell us what a snow bunny is?” my star pupil sighs, wanting to get on with the plot of our story.

They are afraid that I am going to say , “A snow bunny is gee ee tee, tee aitch ee, dee eye see, tee eye oh, en aye are why.”

And they’ll say, “Miss, you never tell us anything.” Which means, “You probably don’t know anything. You just don’t want to tell us.”

So I poll the room, going around the circle asking, “What’s a snow bunny, Erik?”

He shrugs. “Mr. Cole?” He was one of the smirker, and snickerers.

“Awww. Miss . . .Well, I don’t – can’t you tell her Jasan? I don’t want to say.”

Okay, time to lead. Time to say that snow bunnies are girls, usually between 14 and 30, who follow the snow – like some people follow the sun. And they hop from ski resort to ski resort all winter, enjoying themselves despite the cold.

But I don’t. I take the lazy way. And a way to squeeze in a favorite writing strategy. “Okay ladies, and gentlemen, in your reader’s journal, freewrite about all the possible meanings – connotation AND denotation if you can – of “snow bunnies” as used in context by the author. Please write for the full three minutes. If you do not know, please write about now knowing, what not knowing feels like, or I’m stuck, I’m stuck, until the gong sounds. Thank you, Please write for the full time with absolutely no talking. Thank you.”

I sit and write with them. My freewrite begins

“Why can’t you just answer the bloody question? Now we are spending five minutes to look up one word that these kids will never use. How do you know they will never use it. That is classist. Oh well, I hope the bell rings soon. What is a snow bunny? Some thing that hops around – a rabbit And snow is white and cold. Is a snow rabbit a white rabbit? Like in Alice in Wonderland? –“ the gong sounds.

So, there is my no leadership in an educational setting. Yes, I was in charge of the classroom. But the kids are on rocky ground, amidst the crags of not understanding what the rest of “normal” society takes for granted. They are always the real leaders. They take the chances. They risk sounding unintelligent, guessing at what something means and out loud in front of their peers. I am just a cheerleader on the sidelines. Or the griper.

Leaders make the horses drink. I only lead them to water.