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Here is my latest School Paper.

Posted by thesinger on March 30, 2007

That’s right. I’m going to post my one of my latest “very-short” stories. For some background, I was supposed to take a conversation that I had with somebody in the past and try to emulate the excellent job that Chaim Potok did in his book, “The Chosen.”

The short-story is entitled, “Spitting in the Dishwater.”

It was a balmy summer day. I wanted to be outside where the sun shone bright, the wheat was almost ripe, and where the green grass was just waiting for me to run around on it. Instead, I was trapped inside, washing the dishes. Ah vell, I thought to myself, such is life. There were a lot of dishes that day. This little boy was not very impressed.

Suddenly, without much thought, I spit into the dishwater.

“JOHN!!” That sharp word, my name, came into my range of hearing. Uh oh, I’m getting it now. I looked over at mom, who had been baking chocolate chip cookies, with questions popping from my eyes. “What did I do, Mom?”

Her heavily wrinkled face, weighted down with the cares of bringing up four sons, looked at my young and immature face. Her eyes wore a coat of astonishment. Her usually slightly bent back was ramrod straight. “You spit in the dishwater. What made you do that?”

I grimaced. Conversations I had with Mom in this nature sometimes involved bloodshed. “Um, well, I, uh, I, guess I thought spitting in water would be a good place to spit.” I wasn’t sure at this point how the conversation would go. If I was lucky, Mom would just say, “Don’t!” and all would be peachy, but sometimes there were consequences for actions.

“Well son,” she came over to the counter and gestured with her hand, “Why don’t you consider the simple fact that spitting is rarely a good thing to do. If it’s necessary to spit, the ground outside is the only acceptable place for spittle.” Deep down inside, I smiled to myself. This was good – it was the type where not many actual bad things would happen to me.

“Drain out your water and make sure it doesn’t happen again!” Her normally calm voice was rough along the edges.
I promptly obeyed. She was not the type of person you messed with.

She went back to making her wonderful cookies and with downcast eyes, I resumed washing the dishes. The sun was still shining brightly, but for me, it had darkened a little. The wheat was still standing out in the field, but I didn’t have the desperate desire to go ride the combine like I used to. The green grass was still there, but I had no desire to run around on it. I had disappointed my Mom. I vowed that I would never spit in the dish water again.



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My 2500 word research paper.

Posted by thesinger on January 30, 2007

Well, folks, here it is. It is entitled Digital Single-Lens Reflex Cameras. Read it and see if you can find out what kind of camera I think you should buy for your next camera purchase.

I finished the paper about a week before I left to go to El Salvador. I was very relieved to have it done. Exuberant would be a better way of saying the same thing!


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Composition, Caroling, Christmas, and a Random Picture

Posted by thesinger on December 24, 2006

I am done with Comp. I have no desire to do it again. Sometime in the future I will be glad I took it. Now, I am only glad that it’s over.

I took my camera with me when the Youth went caroling. I shot almost everybody whose house we went into. It was fun. People were very surprised when I walked in with my gun, started the peaceful songs, and then pretended to be in a war zone. It was fun.

What is Christmas all about? Why do we spend three weeks or more, getting ready for or celebrating this holiday? Sometimes I have to wonder. . .

I will post a picture. I have not chosen it yet so it will get no introduction, no conclusion, and no body.



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Posted by thesinger on November 7, 2006

I am pleased to report that the comp assignments have been much easier this week and it almost feels like a week off or something.

You’re probably wondering why I’m always writing about Comp. Please stop and think of how much time Comp generally takes out of my day. I spend 45 min. in class every day and I do an average of one hour of Comp homework per day.  In addition, I devote much time to thinking about the latest assignment outside of homework time.

I must run, I have other school that needs to be done.


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New essay

Posted by thesinger on October 13, 2006

Below is a free choice essay. What do you think thesinger would write about given the choice? Well, that was a no-brainer. Again, email me at gosing90@gmail.com for the password. I will be more than happy if you ask, I’ll be ecstatic!!!!



ps. the password is the same for this essay as the last essay I posted.

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Protected: God In Our Music

Posted by thesinger on October 13, 2006

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Protected: The Injustices of a Dishonest Government Against Conscientious Objectors

Posted by thesinger on September 23, 2006

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