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 Stretching my writers' limbs, that is.  I have three weeks off school, so I plan to do some non-academic, non-APA formatted writing.  This is something I dashed off a while ago - want to help me edit it?  What changes would you make?

Beth stared at the wine list, trying to look like she was making a careful selection. Actually, she was trying to catch her breath as she mentally reviewed all the things she had probably said wrong. Her freshly manicured fingernails dug into the leather-looking plastic of the three-page wine list. Perfect. Now she’d taken too long to look and needed some intelligent order to give the waiter, who was waiting for her with practiced patience.

“Um,” she said. “I think I’ll try this Merlot, the Australian one.”

“I’ll have that, too, please,” said the man sitting opposite her. She glanced at him as the waiter nodded and briskly took the wine list from her hands. Tall, with dark hair and thick eyebrows, he was better-looking and more interesting than any of the other disastrous dates she’d been on in the last three months. He was also the only one who hadn’t been a blind date.

She smiled. He smiled back. He seemed far less nervous than she felt.

“So,” he said. “Want to share an appetizer? Or are you just going to have a salad?”

“Hey,” she replied indignantly. “I’m a modern woman, and I love to eat.” He laughed. “How do you feel about bruschetta?”

 “Oh, god, you’re a foodie. No one else asks how you feel about food.” She met his eyes and could tell he was teasing. The light flickered, showing flecks of green in the brown. She folded her hands together in front of her.

 “So, Anthony, how long have you had this problem with food? Did you have a bad experience as a child?”

 “I have been scarred for life, and I retaliate by eating food instead of appreciating it,” he quipped. She laughed, and relaxed a little. The waiter brought their wine and took their order.

“I didn't think you were allowed to drink."  Anthony raised his glass by way of a toast while Beth mentally analyzed every possible intent he could have had in making such a statement.

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 Stretching my writers' limbs, that is.  I have three weeks off school, so I plan to do some non-academic, non-APA formatted writing.  This is something I dashed off a while ago - want to help me edit it?  What changes would you make?

Beth stared at the wine list, trying to look like she was making a careful selection. Actually, she was trying to catch her breath as she mentally reviewed all the things she had probably said wrong. Her freshly manicured fingernails dug into the leather-looking plastic of the three-page wine list. Perfect. Now she’d taken too long to look and needed some intelligent order to give the waiter, who was waiting for her with practiced patience.

“Um,” she said. “I think I’ll try this Merlot, the Australian one.”

“I’ll have that, too, please,” said the man sitting opposite her. She glanced at him as the waiter nodded and briskly took the wine list from her hands. Tall, with dark hair and thick eyebrows, he was better-looking and more interesting than any of the other disastrous dates she’d been on in the last three months. He was also the only one who hadn’t been a blind date.

She smiled. He smiled back. He seemed far less nervous than she felt.

“So,” he said. “Want to share an appetizer? Or are you just going to have a salad?”

“Hey,” she replied indignantly. “I’m a modern woman, and I love to eat.” He laughed. “How do you feel about bruschetta?”

 “Oh, god, you’re a foodie. No one else asks how you feel about food.” She met his eyes and could tell he was teasing. The light flickered, showing flecks of green in the brown. She folded her hands together in front of her.

 “So, Anthony, how long have you had this problem with food? Did you have a bad experience as a child?”

 “I have been scarred for life, and I retaliate by eating food instead of appreciating it,” he quipped. She laughed, and relaxed a little. The waiter brought their wine and took their order.

“I didn't think you were allowed to drink."  Anthony raised his glass by way of a toast while Beth mentally analyzed every possible intent he could have had in making such a statement.

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Now that I'm in the MAT@USC, I'm finding all kinds of articles interesting.  Like this one, from TIME:

High School Places Limits on Student Bathroom Breaks

There's no information on how much time students have between classes, or how many toilets there are.  Assuming there are enough for students to be able to access in passing periods, then this regulation makes sense. 

Still, if the worry is that students are using breaks as a means of escaping from class, shouldn't the question be....why do they feel the need to do so?

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Now that I'm in the MAT@USC, I'm finding all kinds of articles interesting.  Like this one, from TIME:

High School Places Limits on Student Bathroom Breaks

There's no information on how much time students have between classes, or how many toilets there are.  Assuming there are enough for students to be able to access in passing periods, then this regulation makes sense. 

Still, if the worry is that students are using breaks as a means of escaping from class, shouldn't the question be....why do they feel the need to do so?

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I'm blogging on it. Not through Safari, but actually via the BloggerPlus app.

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 I'm currently enrolled at the University of Southern California's Rossier School of Education.  Their online MAT @ USC degree program is cutting edge in its use of technology, yet focused on preparing teachers who can effectively work in underserved communities.

Because many of my assignments are based online, I will be including them here on the blog.  For any of my readers who are teachers or librarians themselves, I hope you will find some information that is pertinent and even helpful.  And even if you're not a teacher or librarian, you may enjoy laughing at the enormity of my workload..... 

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Critical Encounters in High School English: Teaching Literary Theory to Adolescents
by Deborah Appleman

a response to reading Chapter 3(some of the spacing is off because of the limitations of Blogger)

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For my Commonplace Book Entry #3

online MAT@ USC

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I'm blogging on it. Not through Safari, but actually via the BloggerPlus app.

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For my Commonplace Book Entry #3

online MAT@ USC

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 Critical Encounters in High School English: Teaching Literary Theory to Adolescents
by Deborah Appleman

a response to reading Chapter 3 (some of the spacing is off because of the limitations of Blogger)












for my online MAT@USC

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 I'm currently enrolled at the University of Southern California's Rossier School of Education.  Their online MAT @ USC degree program is cutting edge in its use of technology, yet focused on preparing teachers who can effectively work in underserved communities.

Because many of my assignments are based online, I will be including them here on the blog.  For any of my readers who are teachers or librarians themselves, I hope you will find some information that is pertinent and even helpful.  And even if you're not a teacher or librarian, you may enjoy laughing at the enormity of my workload..... 

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