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Whew, I received a "B." Out of the other five, four of them received "A's" and one a "B+". What was he thinking, how did I get a "B" on my own paper and most others an "A"? Then I realized that he probably marked me down because of my participation in class. Here is a picture of my graduating class; there were 104 of us. The largest class ever to graduate from Olivet High School at the time. Around twenty of them paid me to write something for them over the course of those four years of my life.
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heard of, or at least weren’twasn't taught in and 12th grade,grade there were many instrumental picture above there were no blacks in our highI attended a rural all white school. There caused tension to grow between my parents. We lived in an all white rural community. ThisThe community was today as bi-polar), youbi-polar). You never really
My disillusionment with 9th grade English class led me to take no English at all in 10th grade. In order to graduate we only needed two English courses and one elective English class. In 10thgrade I decided to take a Communications and Drama class. Both of these were elective English courses and writing was not part of the curriculum. {college library.jpeg} I spent a lot of time at the College Library between school and my evening work schedule. It was here that I did a great deal of researching topics and writing outlines for my various speeches.
A presentation that I will never forget was one about the dangers of ethnocentrism and the myths of race. In this persuasive speech I theorized that we all came from the same place. I included what I had learned about DNA technology at the time and tied it to stories from the Bible. I questioned the hypocrisy of the Christian who sat in church on Sunday’s and condemned the colored man the rest of the week. The material that I presented and tied together was long before scientists had conclusive evidence supporting the “Out of Africa” theory. My speech that day caused a great debate in class. Needless to say, if not from my previous civil rights project in 7th grade, I was branded a “radical” for this one.
At Thanksgiving dinner that year I decided to bring this topic up again with my racist father and grandfather present. That didn’t go over well. I have to say it is impossible to change deep seated racism with just a few conversations. I began distancing myself from friends, because of their prejudices and stereotypical views, and spending more time at the college. The very diverse campus is the heart of Olivet, yet it is surrounded by a backwoods community.
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ItI really enjoyed my class there and students were diverse, I would guess that 50% were minorities. It was at In the 70s70s, in order to applyapply, your GPA me to self studyself-study the course Fridays for quizzes and examsquizzes, exams, and a to crash untilat their house. When I turned seventeen and could getseventeen, I got my own in Battle Creek.Creek and continued working and going to school.
I could write a book about my dysfunctional life growing up. There is so much more to write about learning to write in business, my reasons for returning to school and how I arrived here enrolled at WMU in a Secondary Education Curriculum. Majoring in English of all subjects--my 9th grade English teacher would be floored!
So you want to write a novel

Looking back, I was pretty busy for a sixteen year old. Knowing what I know now about ability/tracking I wonder if I was tracked into the Vocational Center. Normally, these days those deemed without academic abilities are tracked into vocational programs. In the 70s in order to apply your GPA had to be 3.0 or better. I believe that this was the best thing that could have happened to me in high school. Mr. Brown had the foresight to know that a career in CIS could take me a long way in the future. He also knew a great deal about me personally and my life at home. I used to spend weekends babysitting for him and his wife and would often go on vacations with them to help take care of the children.
My senior year of high school I enrolled in a co-op program which allowed me to get school credits for working at the hospital. The hospital wanted me full-time, but the requirement was that I still had to have government in order to graduate. I knew this in my junior year when I began at CAVC and asked to take the class then, but it was only allowed to seniors. School bureaucracy infuriated me even as a child. What a joke government class turned out to be; “Making of the President, 1972.” Mr. Weldon was cool though, even though his curriculum sucked. He knew my situation and allowed me to self study the course and show up only on Fridays for quizzes and exams and a few other occasions when we had government representatives in to speak. This freedom from class allowed me to work eight hours at the hospital four days a week.
literally. Luckily, thanks to Mr. Brown, I had resources to run, arun--a car, two Battle Creek.
I could write a book about my dysfunctional life growing up. There is so much more to write about learning to write in business, my reasons for returning to school and how I arrived here enrolled at WMU in a Secondary Education Curriculum. Majoring in English of all subjects--my 9th grade English teacher would be floored!
So you want to write a novel

Inspirational
After watching and replaying what Josalyn had to say in my head, I decided that I had to try and write a poem. Here's the first poem I have ever written in my life and it is about how I feel about writing poetry.
Knock KnocKI'm froze--fear...Knock KnockIKnocK
I'm froze--fear...
Knock Knock
I can't answer that door.Idoor.
I am afraid who is there.as Ithere.
I try peering the curtain, I
I see only a shadow, run upstairsI
run upstairs...
I don't recognize this vehiclewhovehicle,
who could it be?Knock Knock--pleasebe?
Knock Knock
--please go away, I
I just want to be alone.Ialone.
I stand therefrozenAfraidthere frozen
Afraid of who, Knock
Knock Knock
what?
go away, I
I just want

what?
Please go away, I just want to be alone.
Write a Novel

My senior year of high school I enrolled in a co-op program which allowed me to get school credits for working at the hospital. The hospital wanted me full-time, but the requirement was that I still had to have government in order to graduate. I knew this in my junior year when I began at CAVC and asked to take the class then, but it was only allowed to seniors. School bureaucracy infuriated me even as a child. What a joke government class turned out to be; “Making of the President, 1972.” Mr. Weldon was cool though, even though his curriculum sucked. He knew my situation and allowed me to self study the course and show up only on Fridays for quizzes and exams and a few other occasions when we had government representatives in to speak. This freedom from class allowed me to work eight hours at the hospital four days a week.
It wasn’t long after senior year started that things at home got unbearable. I was still working at the college in the evenings and was spending time after work with co-workers (some of them happened to be black). My father had been stalking me and was infuriated with me for associating with “such kind.” I cannot to this day repeat the things he used to say to me. When I got home he insisted that I quit my job at the college. I refused his order and tried to defend my friends to him one more time. The heated argument turned physical and he then threw me out of the house, literally. Luckily, I had the resources to run, a car, two jobs, and plenty of friends who allowed me to crash until I turned seventeen and could get my own apartment in Battle Creek.

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Please go away, I just want to be alone.
Write a Novel

Looking back, I was pretty busy for a sixteen year old. Knowing what I know now about ability/tracking I wonder if I was tracked into the Vocational Center. Normally, these days those deemed without academic abilities are tracked into vocational programs. In the 70s in order to apply your GPA had to be 3.0 or better. I believe that this was the best thing that could have happened to me in high school. Mr. Brown had the foresight to know that a career in CIS could take me a long way in the future. He also knew a great deal about me personally and my life at home. I used to spend weekends babysitting for him and his wife and would often go on vacations with them to help take care of the children.
My senior year of high school I enrolled in a co-op program which allowed me to get school credits for working at the hospital. The hospital wanted me full-time, but the requirement was that I still had to have government in order to graduate. I knew this in my junior year when I began at CAVC and asked to take the class then, but it was only allowed to seniors. School bureaucracy infuriated me even as a child. What a joke government class turned out to be; “Making of the President, 1972.” Mr. Weldon was cool though, even though his curriculum sucked. He knew my situation and allowed me to self study the course and show up only on Fridays for quizzes and exams and a few other occasions when we had government representatives in to speak. This freedom from class allowed me to work eight hours at the hospital four days a week.
It wasn’t long after senior year started that things at home got unbearable. I was still working at the college in the evenings and was spending time after work with co-workers (some of them happened to be black). My father had been stalking me and was infuriated with me for associating with “such kind.” I cannot to this day repeat the things he used to say to me. When I got home he insisted that I quit my job at the college. I refused his order and tried to defend my friends to him one more time. The heated argument turned physical and he then threw me out of the house, literally. Luckily, I had the resources to run, a car, two jobs, and plenty of friends who allowed me to crash until I turned seventeen and could get my own apartment in Battle Creek.