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About jfinnander

I am Jackie Finnander, a very silly, smart and tall girl from Bartlett, IL. I am attending Northern Illinois University to obtain a major in History and Sociology as well as get my teachers certification. One day I would like to become a History teacher or be an administrator of the Social Sciences program at a High school some where in the Mid West. I live my life by the saying that "What happens, happens" I am guilty of making plenty of mistakes in my life and learning lessons the hard way. However I choose to not let what has happened in the past rule my future.

Reflection: What I learned in English 204

When doing an essay in class having to write new drafts after each revision was helpful to me. Having to reexamine the work that I did after others corrected things helped me to see the areas which I need more improvement in as well as helped me to reorganize things in my drafts to make them better for my final draft. For my final draft of my PRO/AM paper I had to do major reorganizing of my topic, at first my paper was about why people should adopt/rescue pets from animal shelters when the prompt was show what it says about society, so therefore I had to reorganize my paper to make it tell what it shows about people that they adopt/rescue animals from shelters. Overall having to do the multiple drafts of my paper helped me to make my argument stronger and on topic, rather than just rambling.
Getting peer and instructor feedback on my work helped me see what I was doing wrong in my writing. If I wrote a paper that I thought was really good and get feedback that says it was totally off topic, the following would include what I did wrong and how I can fix it. By being able to get feedback from others not only on papers but on the blog site I was able to see how I can improve the flow of my writing and or use images that seem more relevant to describing the work I posted. The feedback I was given caught my attention and became something I thought about when I would start my next paper. When given a lot of advice on what I should correct or change, I usually thought about it both ways and if I ended up changing whole paragraphs so be it. Sometimes there are just certain things that need to be changed, if I did not want to change everything I would go thru my paper and correct the things that were pointed out and see how I could reorganize things to make it better.
By posting online it was important to think about who my audience was going to be, so my prewriting strategy was focused on my tone and organization. I would try and write pieces that would be something intellectual as well as functional not very confusing or unguided. When I would get a response to my writing online about what I could change or do better, I would try and keep what they offered as advice in mind when I went to revising my work. Everything that I thought about before I wrote the essay would be in my mind when I would revise so that my paper did not lose its tone and become something totally different because of the suggestions I got from my peers. The online posting offered get ways for students to read one another’s work without having to be face to face, so more people were likely to be more critical and give better advice.
In my writing I have strength in being able to form a strong argument and follow up my argument with support that is very strong and wont crumble under an opposition argument. For my final PRO/AM draft I chose to write about what it shows about people that adopt/rescue animals from shelters, using support such as it shows they want to give the animal the same feelings that they would want at home, feeling loved and comfort also supporting with the animals are in need of a second chance, everyone in life wants a second chance if they do something wrong so why don’t these animals get one. Being a history major my papers which I write are mainly about taking one historical piece of evidence and proving what it is with an argument. For my history final, we are to come up with our own creative historical question and prove the answer to it using facts from the documents we read and articles. Because I am able to from an argument and prove it using facts I can write historical papers rather quickly and well.
Over this semester I have learned how to organize my thoughts in a more logical manner. At the beginning if the semester I wrote an encounter which Kim Volmer returned to me with feedback saying that I need to work on the flow of my writing. Since that paper I have slowed down when writing and taken time to make an outline for each piece of my writing to ensure that each paragraph flows into the next and everything stays on topic. I did find that I am very good at using proper grammar when writing in academic form rather than just rambling like a journal post or a diary.
This semester we did multiple revisions of our papers, which helped me in many ways. By having someone edit my paper once and then going thru and changing the problems that they found, more than ever I would change almost everything in my paper and then another revision would be done in class and there would be more things I need to change. By having someone edit my paper multiple times I found that the things I was doing wrong were almost always the same like punctuation and the revisions always helped me to get to a stronger piece of writing for the final draft.
I have learned how to do an annotated bibliography and new models of arguments. In college I will have to do more bibliographies for future papers and doing it the annotated way helps for research papers to get the information I will use together. By knowing new models of arguments I will be able to form my papers in an easier way where each main point is followed by a sub point and the sub point has a point, everything is then related in the last sentence back to the thesis. By being able to argue in a different manner I can keep my point in mind when arguing something I believe in.


Artifact 2: Ranger and his New Home

Greetings! My name is Ranger and I am a golden retriever. I used to live with my owners Cheri and Bill they were very loud and often running around in and out of the house all day. I thought they loved me, they would let me sleep with them in their warm big bed and I had a yard which I could run around in and play with my favorite red squeaky ball. However one day Cheri and Bill took me to the place that I now live, the shelter, and left me here because they could not spend enough time with me and wanted me to have a family who was able to do so.
I do not like the shelter, every day I dream about one of the strange people who come in and look at me and the others to take me with them when they walk out. However I have been in this small cage for many nights and days and it doesn’t seem that I will ever get picked. I am so scared in this cold place; there are many other animals in here too. Everyone is barking or crying about how they want to get out of here and it hurts my ears. I find that it is calming to bite on my tail however the woman who comes in every other day tells me I need to stop that or I will never get picked. I just want to get out of here and be some place that I can run around and feel happy again.
As I lap water from my bowl a little girl with a big smile on her face and pig tales in her hair starts looking in my cage, she called my name,
“Ranger!”
“Come here boy”
I went to the door of my cage and she was already bent down to my level, she stuck her hand thru the bars and started to pet me. Oh how warm she felt, but I could not get myself too excited many people have come and go just like she probably will. She said that her name was Katie and she really likes me, she called to the other two people with her who she called Mom and Dad.
“I want this one, he’s so big and soft, and it says he loves to play fetch, we have lots of balls he can chase in the yard.”
She said with a big smile on her face. Katie’s mom and dad said wait here we will go get and attendant. When they returned with the one called Martha they opened my cage door and put a leash on me. We walked out of the shelter; I did not know where I was going with these new people.
When the car stopped moving Katie jumped out and ran around to the other side and opened the door. I saw a large house in front of me and two trees that I could not wait to mark as mine. I smelled a lot of new smells everywhere around me. I was too distracted by the new smells to realize that Katie was trying to bring me into the house. I began to feel scared as I stepped in; everything was so different from my previous home and the shelter. Katie showed me my new water dish and she ran into the pantry and pulled out a bag and dragged it by me. She started scooping the most delicious smelling kibbles into my dish. It was so much better than the food at the shelter; I found when I tried some. Katie, the ones called Mom and Dad brought me back outside but this time I was in a different yard. This one had a fence and a garden against the house. Katie pulled out a bright green ball from her pocket. She threw it far from the porch in the yard. I ran into the yard and received it and returned it to her. After a little while of playing with my new ball we went back into the house. Katie went up into what she said was her room and climbed into her bed. She called me up there with her and I jumped up, it was very mushy and soft. She laid down and I sniffed around the bed before laying next to her. Petting me she whispered,
“Welcome home boy, I already love you and we are going to have a great time together.”
She drifted off to sleep and I cuddled up next to her. I felt something that I hadn’t felt since Cheri and Bill brought me home the first time, I felt loved and happy. I could really get used to life here with Katie I thought to myself as I drifted off to sleep with her.


Artifact1: Father Tongue vs. Mother Tongue

In comparison, according to LeGuin in her Bryn Mawr speech, the “Father Tongue” can be seen as the strict version of speech and grammar whereas the “Mother Tongue” is the softer more common usage of grammar and speech. When in an academic setting there is an expectation to use the proper “Father Tongue” which is use full in a professional setting.
My first blog post though it seemed to be written in an informal way was still structured and had many sentences using a proper set up. The expression of the “Mother Tongue” would be a post which is written the way that I speak on a daily basis rather than one which has no errors. The “Father Tongue” does not need to be strong words rather words that are proper and are very explicit and direct to their meaning. The “Mother Tongue” however does not fit against that, there are many words which have multiple meanings and when using the “Mother Tongue” it is easier to mix the meanings of those words and have a miscommunication of the meaning in the statement.
Our class goes against the “Father Tongue” in more ways just than self expression on the blog site, by having discussion between the class over topics we have read or learned about each person uses their own thought process in expressing themselves. The self expression mainly uses the softer “Mother Tongue” which is the language we are taught to speak as we grow up which is more personal. The class blog however a way to express one’s own views or thoughts is also seen as an academic piece of work. Because it is seen as an academic setting a person is more likely to be more proper than they would normally be if they were leaving a comment on one of their friends Facebook for example. The fact being that the way a student portrays themselves on an academic blogging site is not truly how they would speak in an everyday setting because a teacher or faculty member will be looking at the site for some type of grade value. A student would not risk a lower grade simply because they were told to use the site like a normal blog site unless they truly did not care much about their grades or the way the teacher or faculty views them.

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Religion and Science joining together

Apocalypse Now

The battle between science and religion has been going on for thousands of years and even today there is no conclusion in sight. In his letter to an imaginary pastor Professor Edward O. Wilson pleads with the Pastor to find a way to bring Science and religion together to save the earth because it is in trouble. Wilson argues that there is no real difference between the men and that they are simple beings on the planet who must work together and join forces for a greater cause no matter what their ideology is.

Wilson’s thesis as well as qualifiers can be found in the sentence, “An alliance between science and religion, forged in an atmosphere of mutual respect may be the only way to protect life on earth, including, in the end, our own.” He believes that scientists and religious leaders need to put aside their differences and respect one another’s beliefs in order to save life on earth.

Though he takes the side of science he supports his warrants for the joint effort with religion by stating,                “… all mainstream religious beliefs whether fundamentalist or liberal, is predicated upon the assumption that humanity is not alone, and we are here for life and purpose beyond our earthly existence. Science says that, as far as verifiable evidence tells, we are alone, and what significance we have is therefore of our own making.” Wilson is supporting his side while being open to what the religious beliefs may be and that we are all a part of something larger than ourselves.  “The Abrahamic religions – Judaism, Christianity, and Islam — believe that the universe was constructed to be relevant to Humanity. The discoveries of science were, in unintended opposition, have reduced earth to an infinitesimal speck within an immensity of space unrelated to human destiny.” To which he means that there are different backgrounds to the ways the science and religion work, as one (religion) is supposed to keep the human people faithful and happy whereas the other (science) is more concerned about advances in the earth as a whole without thinking about the well- being of the future which is why the two need to team together to focus on the same thing for the greater good of humanity.

Wilson backs up his warrants by stating, “The spirituality reach of Evangelical Christianity is nowadays increasingly extended to the environment.” By religion becoming more involved with the environment there is a stronger appeal to how the environment is changing and the views of how science has changed things.  In addition, Wilson says, “For decades, conservatives have defined environmentalism as a movement bent on strangling the United States with regulations and bureaucratic.” The way the people in control of the United States have been hiding what is really going on with the environment saying that it is another thing that will ruin the economy is another reason why there was a gap between religion and science. The intended audience is supposed to be anyone who sees the differences in science and religion as never ending and it is supposed to get people to change their views and work together for the greater good of the world.

The way that Wilson tries to get the religious world to work together with the scientific for the greater good of humanity is similar to the Le Vaux article in which he reports of the school in New Orleans with young adults working together to grow produce and compost to gain money for the local economy to build things up again after Katrina. In bringing very different aspects of society together — which may have an ongoing battle of what is correct –   should be the goal in order to improve things on earth for the people now and for the future. Everyone can play a part in saving the environment, everyone needs to be respectful of others opinions and work together for the greater good.

 

 


Life moto

I agree with every word in this post. On top of being short and sweet it has a great message to it. Every person is capable of deciding what path they want to go down with every step they take and they should be aware to think things through before making that step. As you grow up you realize you are more accountable for your own actions—this is something that I am learning just now—and it can be hard to accept the responsibility that comes with becoming an adult. However as you grow older learning how to make the right choices for oneself and know when you made a mistake and to fix that mistake is a healthy part of growing up.

Over the years I have heard many people say they have a motto which they follow and I have found that I have more than one which I live by. “Que sera, sera” being one the most important one which I choose to focus mainly on every day, which means what happens, happens. Basically, you cannot control everything in your life, there are many different things in your daily lives that are under the control of how others act as well and when things go wrong there is nothing that you can do about it. I know many people who dwell on the bad things that happen to them however there is no point in sulking in the negative waves of life but you must accept what happens and learn and grow from it. The other motto which I choose to follow is “Seize the day”. Each day is a new opportunity to learn something and do what you want to do with your life. Just like being able to let the things that happen to you even when negative just happen, you are also given the chance to start over each day with a clean slate and move past the bad things that happened the day before. Bad and good things happen each day and sometimes can happen at the same time with one choice you make but every morning that you wake up is a new chance to live your life.

I love this blog post—>  http://palmtreesbarefeet.wordpress.com/2011/11/30/daily-question-live-by-your-motto/


Father tongue vs. Mother tongue

In comparison, according to LeGuin in her Bryn Mawr speech, the “Father Tongue” can be seen as the strict version of speech and grammar whereas the “Mother Tongue” is the softer more common usage of grammar and speech. When in an academic setting there is an expectation to use the proper “Father Tongue” which is use full in a professional setting.

`               My first blog post though it seemed to be written in an informal way was still structured and had many sentences using a proper set up. The expression of the “Mother Tongue” would be a post which is written the way that I speak on a daily basis rather than one which has no errors. The “Father Tongue” does not need to be strong words rather words that are proper and are very explicit and direct to their meaning. The “Mother Tongue” however does not fit against that, there are many words which have multiple meanings and when using the “Mother Tongue” it is easier to mix the meanings of those words and have a miscommunication of the meaning in the statement.

Our class goes against the “Father Tongue” in more ways just than self expression on the blog site, by having discussion between the class over topics we have read or learned about each person uses their own thought process in expressing themselves. The self expression mainly uses the softer “Mother Tongue” which is the language we are taught to speak as we grow up which is more personal. The class blog however a way to express one’s own views or thoughts is also seen as an academic piece of work. Because it is seen as an academic setting a person is more likely to be more proper than they would normally be if they were leaving a comment on one of their friends Facebook for example. The fact being that the way a student portrays themselves on an academic blogging site is not truly how they would speak in an everyday setting because a teacher or faculty member will be looking at the site for some type of grade value. A student would not risk a lower grade simply because they were told to use the site like a normal blog site unless they truly did not care much about their grades or the way the teacher or faculty views them.


A new look at a dream in the woods

Jackie Finnander

Encounter #3

It’s a mystic foggy night in Vale Colorado; I am walking thru the woods with Mikey and Pooka behind the house. I start thinking about all that has happened to me in the past ten years—graduating college, going to grad school, becoming a teaching assistant at the high school and now trying to find a job as a teacher. Things have been difficult however, I am focusing on things from an in the moment view now rather than worrying about the past or the future.Image

As we head back to the house I can see the twinkling lights hanging on the porch in the distance and I get the feeling that I am being watched and check around me. Looking to my left and right I only see the woods and Mikey. Suddenly Pooka starts barking and dashes off to the house. We chase after him and I am tripped by something on the ground.Image

I wake up and see a man above me that I have never seen before. He introduces himself as “Thomas” my watcher and tells me that he has been following me since I was born with each move that I make keeping me on track and going in the right direction. I look into his eyes; I have seen them before looking at me. The hard look on his face changes when he notices my face change from fear to bewilderment. I wanted to ask him so many questions about my future and will I ever find my true happiness in this life time. As I look at him trying to find the courage to ask the stranger my questions he disappears in the blink of an eye.

It was all a dream, I hear Mikey calling my name and my eyes open and I find myself on the ground next to a large tree stump that I must have tripped over. I could have sworn it was real. He seemed too real like I could have touched him if I wanted to. I think about my dream and about Thomas and where he came from for the rest of the night. I crawl into bed that night and hope that Thomas will visit my dream and I will be able to get an answer to my questions.

Original post —> http://madworldwriters.wordpress.com/author/jfinnander/


Ranger and his new family

Greetings! My name is Ranger and I am a golden retriever. I used to live with my owners Cheri and Bill they were very loud and often running around in and out of the house all day. I thought they loved me, they would let me sleep with them in their warm big bed and I had a yard which I could run around in and play with my favorite red squeaky ball. However one day Cheri and Bill took me to the place that I now live, the shelter, and left me here because they could not spend enough time with me and wanted me to have a family who was able to do so.

I do not like the shelter, every day I dream about one of the strange people who come in and look at me and the others to take me with them when they walk out. However I have been in this small cage for many nights and days and it doesn’t seem that I will ever get picked. I am so scared in this cold place; there are many other animals in here too. Everyone is barking or crying about how they want to get out of here and it hurts my ears. I find that it is calming to bite on my tail however the woman who comes in every other day tells me I need to stop that or I will never get picked. I just want to get out of here and be some place that I can run around and feel happy again.

As I lap water from my bowl a little girl with a big smile on her face and pig tales in her hair starts looking in my cage, she called my name,

“Ranger!”

“Come here boy”

I went to the door of my cage and she was already bent down to my level, she stuck her hand thru the bars and started to pet me. Oh how warm she felt, but I could not get myself too excited many people have come and go just like she probably will. She said that her name was Katie and she really likes me, she called to the other two people with her who she called Mom and Dad.

“I want this one, he’s so big and soft, and it says he loves to play fetch, we have lots of balls he can chase in the yard.”

She said with a big smile on her face. Katie’s mom and dad said wait here we will go get and attendant. When they returned with the one called Martha they opened my cage door and put a leash on me. We walked out of the shelter; I did not know where I was going with these new people.

When the car stopped moving Katie jumped out and ran around to the other side and opened the door. I saw a large house in front of me and two trees that I could not wait to mark as mine. I smelled a lot of new smells everywhere around me. I was too distracted by the new smells to realize that Katie was trying to bring me into the house. I began to feel scared as I stepped in; everything was so different from my previous home and the shelter. Katie showed me my new water dish and she ran into the pantry and pulled out a bag and dragged it by me. She started scooping the most delicious smelling kibbles into my dish. It was so much better than the food at the shelter; I found when I tried some. Katie, the ones called Mom and Dad brought me back outside but this time I was in a different yard. This one had a fence and a garden against the house. Katie pulled out a bright green ball from her pocket. She threw it far from the porch in the yard. I ran into the yard and received it and returned it to her. After a little while of playing with my new ball we went back into the house. Katie went up into what she said was her room and climbed into her bed. She called me up there with her and I jumped up, it was very mushy and soft. She laid down and I sniffed around the bed before laying next to her. Petting me she whispered,

“Welcome home boy, I already love you and we are going to have a great time together.”

She drifted off to sleep and I cuddled up next to her. I felt something that I hadn’t felt since Cheri and Bill brought me home the first time, I felt loved and happy. I could really get used to life here with Katie I thought to myself as I drifted off to sleep with her.


Community and Compost

The definition to a word such as community can be interpreted in numerous ways. The interpretations of what makes a community can be different from person to person based on their own experiences. No one person has the same thoughts on the ways that community works or does not work together. In the article by Ari LeVaux, “A Different Education: Compost and Community, Not Literacy”,  LeVaux is in the lower ninth ward of New Orleans six years after hurricane Katrina visiting Our School at Blair Grocery (OSBG). The town which has only had about twenty percent of its pre-Katrina residence return has come together to improve the town and make it home again.

Imagine yourself in New Orleans there is music playing throughout the streets and tourists moving all around celebrating in the timeless ways of collecting beads during the Mardi Gras festivities. That was New Orleans six years before hurricane Katrina, now in the lower ninth ward of the city – known as “cancer alley” by the neighbors of the town– Ari LeVaux describes the new way the people of the town are making ends meet and coming together.

Our School at Blair Grocery which was formally a simple town grocery store is now as a place where the community benefits from the compost productions of the school. The teens of the town gather there and plant sprouts, harvest okra and figs and screen potting soil which are just among some of the activities they can participate on the three acres of cultivated land. The school is funded mostly from the $1,500 which they earn from the restaurants among the area who need the produce. The school is a place that ” Seeks to create a safe space for youth empowerment and a sustainable community development” as LeVaux states. The students can explore their own interests while learning how to be a part of something bigger than them. The school is not accredited and learning is not mandatory however the students are taught many life skills like how to pursue their goals.

The way the OSBG helps kids and teens be a part of the community while being able to decide their own pathways for life while still learning other skills that will help them. Nat Turner the OSBG founder describes the education style, “It helps to understand where you are before you plan where you’re going.” Turner believes that knowing the local history of where you come from will help to form better members of society for the future. I believe that being a part of a community is being able to come together with others and improve on what is in front of you and build on top of what has been presented to you. From the reading I believe that LeVaux was presenting in his article that to be a part of a community is to be a part of something that brings everyone around together and benefits everyone is a way as well. LeVaux states in his article when Hammerstein reads the group a definition on environmental racism, “A sociological term referring to the enactment of any policy or regulation that negatively affects the living conditions of low –income or minority communities at a rate disproportionate from affluent communities.” The class then restated what this definition meant to them with, “Polluting the hood.” LeVaux shows that the students though not having to learn as stated by the curriculum the students are more than capable to understand and function as a part of the community. In addition over the years I have gone on mission trips with my church to Africa where we help build homes and schools for the community. Everyone gets their own satisfaction from the trip however the real gain from the trip is the way that the people from the community help pitch in when they are able to and the look they get when they are able to go into their new homes and schools for the first time. The younger kids are able to walk into their classrooms and read books on the first day when it is opened. When we get back from the trip we eventually get a letter from people in the community to which we helped and they have pictures to show us how far they have come with the new supplies they have been given. There are many ways to bring people together and allow them to work together which is the definition of a community in the words of LeVaux and I.


HEY YOU READ ME!! IM VERY INTERESTING!

When looking at a Blog there are many visual elements that could catch ones eye; font style, color and size. In addition to the font being an attention grabber authors will add pictures or video clips maybe even a song that you can listen to. In my blogging experience I have had the chance to use BLOGGER — a cite ran by Google.  When putting a blog together there are many different tools that an author can use to make their blog more appealing to a reader. The different style in which the author writes to appeal to a reader’s ethos is an important part of putting a blog together. I believe that the visual or auditory elements to which an author chooses to put in their blog does not undermine rather they can underscore the audiences expectations. In addition the pictures or colors that one chooses to add to their blog can make a reader be able to understand something they are writing better, when someone is posting a blog about some place in the world they went a blogger will be able to add a picture of the place they visited allowing a reader to better picture what the author is writing about. Also the pictures one may add to a blog can affect the ethos appeal of the reader. When posting on Blogger.com I posted a blog about my favorite artist Tom Petty and a song by him “Won’t Back Down” I added a couple pictures of Petty and an audio clip of the song for those who may have never heard the song or had no clue who Tom Petty was. By being able to add pictures and or audio to a blog an author is able to put the reader in the world which they are writing about. In addition the added effects can be an attention grabber from the very beginning when the reader first came across the blog. There are many positive advantages to an author posting extra visual and audio clips to their blogs which affect the reader in numerous ways.


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