Response Assignments
Response Assignments: Students must read (carefully and thoughtfully) every student piece scheduled for workshop and respond with at least 250 words of commentary with a focus on constructive criticism. Students will respond to each student in the class, not only to those students in his/her group. These comments are due to be posted as a response in the Blackboard discussion board by 11:59 pm on the due date. Make sure when you are commenting that you focus on constructive criticism to help the writer with ideas for revisions for the final portfolio. While telling the writer what is working well in the piece is acceptable and encouraged, remember that the focus of your response should be what the writer can do to improve upon the piece for the final portfolio. This is the reason your peers have turned in these pieces for workshop: to get feedback for revision. If the comments don’t contain muchor anyconstructive criticism, that writer will have fewer comments to utilize during revision. I will be looking for constructive criticism in my assessment of the Response Assignments. Note: If a writer turns in his/her piece after his/her group’s deadline, you are not required to provide comments as part of the Response Assignment grade, but these students would certainly appreciate it if you have the time to read and comment on their work.
1.
Dance it Out
Keep your chin turned up and your spine straight
This dance has long been overdue
Place your foot in B+, five, six, seven, eight
Your jetes height comes from a release of hate
Chaine turns whip your mind out of its stew
Keep your chin turned up and your spine straight
Emotions swirling pushing at your hearts gate
Hold onto an arabesque as if their hand was there too
Place your foot in B+, five, six, seven, eight
Tears in your eyes are too much to tolerate
Choreography shows you the way to push through
Keep your chin turned up and your spine straight
When you cant sit still because of a giddy state
Smiling you leap through the air bouncing a tutu
Place your foot in B+, five, six, seven, eight
You finished but over time feel a similar weight
Again draw the curtains back to let go of emotions that grew
Keep your chin turned up and your spine straight
Place the foot in B+, five, six, seven, eight
2.
Swiftly, My Friend
Dance swiftly into the night.
Orange fur, the color of the leaves at the beginning
Out run the gun, my friend.
Dying embers give their hope,
And the sun fades within the barren trees,
Dance swiftly into the night.
Watch Out! Mr. Smith hunts fierce like a lion,
For Mrs. Smith eyes your silky coat.
Out run the gun, my friend.
The Owls have awakened,
The 30-minute timer begins to count down.
Dance swiftly into the night.
Careful traps have been laid,
But you are so, so close to the end.
Out run the gun, my friend.
The winter has almost past,
Spring is almost here. Youre so close.
Dance swiftly into the night, another year,
And out run your death, my dear friend.
3.
My Queen
My queen you are so beautiful today,
Like a red rose about to bloom in May.
I love the way you make me feel inside.
I hope one day to make you my sweet bride.
The way you smile at me makes days brighter.
You make me want to be a songwriter,
so I can tell the world about our love.
The music will sound sweeter than a dove.
The way we come together and embrace;
Makes my fears of harsh life start to erase.
You and I make a beautiful couple.
When I see you I just want to cuddle.
Anything with you makes a lovely scene
That is why you will always be my queen
4.
Man’s Best Friend
A beautiful day with serene weather
The sun radiating its warmth upon me
As if saying that nothing could go wrong
But the sun turned dim and life dark
As I ventured to my best friend
And saw him lying there motionless as could be
No response when I call his name
Quieter than the breeze, no movement to be seen
My heart stutters in fear, little legs wandering close
Empty large brown eyes stare into mine
No longer reflecting the life and joy I once saw
An innocent life that had done no wrong
Stripped from this world by self-righteous monsters
Anger and sadness threatening to break loose from within
How unfair, where is the justice, where is my friend
The screams echo in my head as I hug him close
Only two years together but a bond so deep
We helped forge each other into who we became
And tears finally fall as I stroke the soft fur
Sparkling gold strands gleaming in the beams of sunlight
We were found there together, under the tree
Weeping in silence as he is taken from me
Engulfed in the arms of a familiar embrace
Soft whispers that it will all be ok
Blankets enveloped me in a welcoming warmth
My mind drifting off into abyss as exhaustion rises
The misery and loneliness had taken its toll
My friend is carried away, I know I will not see him anymore
Now under a handmade gravestone he lies in peace
His favorite ball and bone placed on top
Little flowers and hearts and smiles I drew
His name in big letters with the words I love you
5.
The Truth
The truth can heal yet it can also kill
Many fear it and others enjoy it
You could lose a friend or gain a true thrill
We all lie unless youre a hypocrite
Now you are thinking about all your lies
From the past, the present, and the future
All the times they stared into your wide eyes
You could have asked for forgiveness sooner
But dont forget the times you were honest
Conscious of the strong feeling of relief
A pleasure such like a breeze in August
If its not honesty, its a fig leaf
In conclusion the truth is a blessing
Sadly, we are ghastly at confessing
6.
A Perfect Day
On a dreary gray French morning
despite the present clouds of warning,
we set out to find the way
to the gardens of Monet.
In the village of Giverny,
on a walk most brief and lovely,
we came upon a large estate
guarded by a friendly gate.
Beyond the fences flowers bloomed,
dispelling any sense of gloom,
from the clouds still threatening
an itinerary-ending reckoning.
In rows of organizational perfection,
exotic foliage in all directions.
Just beyond those flowering rows
were views made famous long ago.
As we wandered into the frond
we came upon the lily pond.
Learning then, that all Monet painted
first, by his hand, had been created.
Inside his home the walls were blue
and upon them was accrued,
Japanese paintings original and rare
from his many travels there.
Of flat wave swirls he was enamored.
Japonism was his standard.
He wasn’t alone is this obsession.
Van Gogh and Lautrec both had collections.
Before midday the tour was finished.
With less than half the day diminished,
off we went to get an eye-full
of that tower known as Eiffel.
We hopped in the Smart Car and headed Southeast.
Above us the ominous storm clouds increased.
We drove down the highway until we could see
the silhouette of a tower through the mists of Paris. (Pa-ree)
We climbed to the top with hair all a-frizzle,
to peer over Paris through the gray drizzle.
Without an umbrella we splashed through the streets,
until finding a cafe with dry indoor seats.
As rain washed the city we drove past the sights,
round the Arc de Triomphe awash in bright lights.
Back through the tunnel and out of Paris (Pa-ree)
we took a slight detour to Les Andelys. (Lay An-del-lee)
Perched on cliff’s edge overlooking the Seine
the ruins of a 10th century fortress remain.
Lording o’er the valley to forever proclaim
the epoch of Richard the Lionheart’s reign.
To provide the landscape a little context
to Old English lore I must now digress.
As Robin Hood gathered his men in the forest
the Lionheart-King was out conquering Europe.
Absent from England King Richard was
while Robin Hood hunted his deer in Sherwood.
Yet Richard preferred the beauty of Guillard (Gee-yar)
whose views transformed hardened warrior to bard.
As we climbed up the ruins, not a soul was in sight.
Not even a tour guide was working that night.
We watched the sunset atop the ruins that eve,
all alone with the spirits of Les Andelys.
7.
Never The Same
Everything is blurry. Nothing makes sense. My brain is screaming that its not possible.
It sets up a haunting chant, never the same, never the same.
Im struggling to understand.
Nothing will ever be the same.
I hear nothing. See nothing. My heart feels as though its being ripped from my chest.
The pain is so great that I cannot stand. I start to crumple to the cold, hard ground.
Nothing will ever be the same.
Tender hands catch my falling body. Solid arms come around me. The pain is so great that there are no tears. Who is screaming? It sounds like someone is in severe pain. They need help.
Nothing will ever be the same.
I realize that the primal scream echoing through my numb mind is me.
Why is this happening? I feel like Im drowning. Someone please help me.
Nothing will ever be the same.
I hear the hum of the engine and wonder where we are going. Tall, majestic pines zip by the window. Clips of happy memories flash through my foggy brain.
Nothing will ever be the same.
Shes a Daddys Girl they all say. He thinks she hung the moon.
Those two are like two peas in a pod.
Nothing will ever be the same.
Hes Super Man. He has no kryptonite. He conquers all my fears.
He makes everything alright in this dark, scary world.
Nothing will ever be the same.
I feel my feet moving clumsily along. I know this place. It is home. Why does it not feel safe? I vaguely see tears on everyones face.
Go with her. I hear somebody say.
Nothing will ever be the same.
I open the bright red door. The heaviness of death hangs in the air.
A stark,white sheet. Its all I can see. Everything else is a blur but that stark white sheet.
My mind tries to escape. Please, run away! It begs me. This cannot be real.
Nothing will ever be the same.
I feel myself slowly sink to the ground beside the white sheet.
My trembling hand moves on its own. It is achingly slow to pull back the sheet.
This moment means
Nothing will ever be the same
I touch his cold forehead. I see his closed eyes. He looks so peaceful.
My aching heart tries to tell me hes just asleep.
Oh, Daddy, I breathe out slowly.
Clarity comes in that life changing moment.
Nothing will ever be the same.
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Response Assignments: Students must read (carefully and thoughtfully) every student piece scheduled for workshop and respond with at least 250 words of commentary with a focus on constructive criticism. Students will respond to each student in the class, not only to those students in his/her group. These comments are due to be posted as a response in the Blackboard discussion board by 11:59 pm on the due date. Make sure when you are commenting that you focus on constructive criticism to help the writer with ideas for revisions for the final portfolio. While telling the writer what is working well in the piece is acceptable and encouraged, remember that the focus of your response should be what the writer can do to improve upon the piece for the final portfolio. This is the reason your peers have turned in these pieces for workshop: to get feedback for revision. If the comments don’t contain muchor anyconstructive criticism, that writer will have fewer comments to utilize during revision. I will be looking for constructive criticism in my assessment of the Response Assignments. Note: If a writer turns in his/her piece after his/her group’s deadline, you are not required to provide comments as part of the Response Assignment grade, but these students would certainly appreciate it if you have the time to read and comment on their work.
1.
Dance it Out
Keep your chin turned up and your spine straight
This dance has long been overdue
Place your foot in B+, five, six, seven, eight
Your jetes height comes from a release of hate
Chaine turns whip your mind out of its stew
Keep your chin turned up and your spine straight
Emotions swirling pushing at your hearts gate
Hold onto an arabesque as if their hand was there too
Place your foot in B+, five, six, seven, eight
Tears in your eyes are too much to tolerate
Choreography shows you the way to push through
Keep your chin turned up and your spine straight
When you cant sit still because of a giddy state
Smiling you leap through the air bouncing a tutu
Place your foot in B+, five, six, seven, eight
You finished but over time feel a similar weight
Again draw the curtains back to let go of emotions that grew
Keep your chin turned up and your spine straight
Place the foot in B+, five, six, seven, eight
2.
Swiftly, My Friend
Dance swiftly into the night.
Orange fur, the color of the leaves at the beginning
Out run the gun, my friend.
Dying embers give their hope,
And the sun fades within the barren trees,
Dance swiftly into the night.
Watch Out! Mr. Smith hunts fierce like a lion,
For Mrs. Smith eyes your silky coat.
Out run the gun, my friend.
The Owls have awakened,
The 30-minute timer begins to count down.
Dance swiftly into the night.
Careful traps have been laid,
But you are so, so close to the end.
Out run the gun, my friend.
The winter has almost past,
Spring is almost here. Youre so close.
Dance swiftly into the night, another year,
And out run your death, my dear friend.
3.
My Queen
My queen you are so beautiful today,
Like a red rose about to bloom in May.
I love the way you make me feel inside.
I hope one day to make you my sweet bride.
The way you smile at me makes days brighter.
You make me want to be a songwriter,
so I can tell the world about our love.
The music will sound sweeter than a dove.
The way we come together and embrace;
Makes my fears of harsh life start to erase.
You and I make a beautiful couple.
When I see you I just want to cuddle.
Anything with you makes a lovely scene
That is why you will always be my queen
4.
Man’s Best Friend
A beautiful day with serene weather
The sun radiating its warmth upon me
As if saying that nothing could go wrong
But the sun turned dim and life dark
As I ventured to my best friend
And saw him lying there motionless as could be
No response when I call his name
Quieter than the breeze, no movement to be seen
My heart stutters in fear, little legs wandering close
Empty large brown eyes stare into mine
No longer reflecting the life and joy I once saw
An innocent life that had done no wrong
Stripped from this world by self-righteous monsters
Anger and sadness threatening to break loose from within
How unfair, where is the justice, where is my friend
The screams echo in my head as I hug him close
Only two years together but a bond so deep
We helped forge each other into who we became
And tears finally fall as I stroke the soft fur
Sparkling gold strands gleaming in the beams of sunlight
We were found there together, under the tree
Weeping in silence as he is taken from me
Engulfed in the arms of a familiar embrace
Soft whispers that it will all be ok
Blankets enveloped me in a welcoming warmth
My mind drifting off into abyss as exhaustion rises
The misery and loneliness had taken its toll
My friend is carried away, I know I will not see him anymore
Now under a handmade gravestone he lies in peace
His favorite ball and bone placed on top
Little flowers and hearts and smiles I drew
His name in big letters with the words I love you
5.
The Truth
The truth can heal yet it can also kill
Many fear it and others enjoy it
You could lose a friend or gain a true thrill
We all lie unless youre a hypocrite
Now you are thinking about all your lies
From the past, the present, and the future
All the times they stared into your wide eyes
You could have asked for forgiveness sooner
But dont forget the times you were honest
Conscious of the strong feeling of relief
A pleasure such like a breeze in August
If its not honesty, its a fig leaf
In conclusion the truth is a blessing
Sadly, we are ghastly at confessing
6.
A Perfect Day
On a dreary gray French morning
despite the present clouds of warning,
we set out to find the way
to the gardens of Monet.
In the village of Giverny,
on a walk most brief and lovely,
we came upon a large estate
guarded by a friendly gate.
Beyond the fences flowers bloomed,
dispelling any sense of gloom,
from the clouds still threatening
an itinerary-ending reckoning.
In rows of organizational perfection,
exotic foliage in all directions.
Just beyond those flowering rows
were views made famous long ago.
As we wandered into the frond
we came upon the lily pond.
Learning then, that all Monet painted
first, by his hand, had been created.
Inside his home the walls were blue
and upon them was accrued,
Japanese paintings original and rare
from his many travels there.
Of flat wave swirls he was enamored.
Japonism was his standard.
He wasn’t alone is this obsession.
Van Gogh and Lautrec both had collections.
Before midday the tour was finished.
With less than half the day diminished,
off we went to get an eye-full
of that tower known as Eiffel.
We hopped in the Smart Car and headed Southeast.
Above us the ominous storm clouds increased.
We drove down the highway until we could see
the silhouette of a tower through the mists of Paris. (Pa-ree)
We climbed to the top with hair all a-frizzle,
to peer over Paris through the gray drizzle.
Without an umbrella we splashed through the streets,
until finding a cafe with dry indoor seats.
As rain washed the city we drove past the sights,
round the Arc de Triomphe awash in bright lights.
Back through the tunnel and out of Paris (Pa-ree)
we took a slight detour to Les Andelys. (Lay An-del-lee)
Perched on cliff’s edge overlooking the Seine
the ruins of a 10th century fortress remain.
Lording o’er the valley to forever proclaim
the epoch of Richard the Lionheart’s reign.
To provide the landscape a little context
to Old English lore I must now digress.
As Robin Hood gathered his men in the forest
the Lionheart-King was out conquering Europe.
Absent from England King Richard was
while Robin Hood hunted his deer in Sherwood.
Yet Richard preferred the beauty of Guillard (Gee-yar)
whose views transformed hardened warrior to bard.
As we climbed up the ruins, not a soul was in sight.
Not even a tour guide was working that night.
We watched the sunset atop the ruins that eve,
all alone with the spirits of Les Andelys.
7.
Never The Same
Everything is blurry. Nothing makes sense. My brain is screaming that its not possible.
It sets up a haunting chant, never the same, never the same.
Im struggling to understand.
Nothing will ever be the same.
I hear nothing. See nothing. My heart feels as though its being ripped from my chest.
The pain is so great that I cannot stand. I start to crumple to the cold, hard ground.
Nothing will ever be the same.
Tender hands catch my falling body. Solid arms come around me. The pain is so great that there are no tears. Who is screaming? It sounds like someone is in severe pain. They need help.
Nothing will ever be the same.
I realize that the primal scream echoing through my numb mind is me.
Why is this happening? I feel like Im drowning. Someone please help me.
Nothing will ever be the same.
I hear the hum of the engine and wonder where we are going. Tall, majestic pines zip by the window. Clips of happy memories flash through my foggy brain.
Nothing will ever be the same.
Shes a Daddys Girl they all say. He thinks she hung the moon.
Those two are like two peas in a pod.
Nothing will ever be the same.
Hes Super Man. He has no kryptonite. He conquers all my fears.
He makes everything alright in this dark, scary world.
Nothing will ever be the same.
I feel my feet moving clumsily along. I know this place. It is home. Why does it not feel safe? I vaguely see tears on everyones face.
Go with her. I hear somebody say.
Nothing will ever be the same.
I open the bright red door. The heaviness of death hangs in the air.
A stark,white sheet. Its all I can see. Everything else is a blur but that stark white sheet.
My mind tries to escape. Please, run away! It begs me. This cannot be real.
Nothing will ever be the same.
I feel myself slowly sink to the ground beside the white sheet.
My trembling hand moves on its own. It is achingly slow to pull back the sheet.
This moment means
Nothing will ever be the same
I touch his cold forehead. I see his closed eyes. He looks so peaceful.
My aching heart tries to tell me hes just asleep.
Oh, Daddy, I breathe out slowly.
Clarity comes in that life changing moment.
Nothing will ever be the same.
Applied Sciences
Architecture and Design
Biology
Business & Finance
Chemistry
Computer Science
Geography
Geology
Education
Engineering
English
Environmental science
Spanish
Government
History
Human Resource Management
Information Systems
Law
Literature
Mathematics
Nursing
Physics
Political Science
Psychology
Reading
Science
Social Science
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New Hampshire University
Strayer University
University Of Phoenix
Walden University
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