Rivers Of Rhetorical Analysis

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Rivers of Rhetoric

I can feel the eyes of my peers on my neck and my cheeks are burning bright red. The buzzing from the fluorescent lights fog my thoughts as I squirm in my seat, not used to being confined to a typical elementary school desk. I can’t stop getting chills, not because of the incoming blast of fog chilled north coast air, but because I’m nervous of what Ms. Morton will say. Her lips are pursed as she looks my scrawny sixth grade self up and down before she blithely asks, “what is a comma anyway?” I pause, look up, and say “I don’t know,” but here’s the thing: I didn 't need to yet.

One could say that I didn’t go to primary school in the most traditional environment. Located in the tiny coastal crossroad of Caspar, with a
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No matter how beautiful they may be, no one wants to walk through a forest and see only massive redwoods, instead, they to see the diversity of a temperate forest coming together to form a harmonious visual image. They want to see the light flooding in through the branches, the roots intertwining with detritus and wildflowers, and the small woodland creatures scurrying across the pine needles. In this same sense, I learned I can’t write a cohesive essay without variation in sentence structure or thought, or without letting my personality shine through. Joanna would have us throw sticks in the river and run down to to the edge of the waterfall pool, our personal playground, to see who 's simple vessels made it, whose didn’t, and why. Then she would tell us to write a story chronicling our sticks adventure. While I didn’t realize it at the time, this activity taught me an essay should take the reader on a similar journey; starting peacefully in the slow rolling placid stream above, picking up speed through the rapids ever downward toward the inevitable plunging over the falls. The reader should get caught up and released in the rushing water, only to be climatically thrown over the edge, finding themselves safe in the calm and tranquil water …show more content…
While I didn’t feel comfortable with basic grammatical rules until well through high school, Joanna made me comfortable with my ideas and what I had to say. It may be a stretch to think she was using natural metaphors to inspire her fourth grade students to be better writers, however, assuming this connection is what helped me improve my writing ability as I tried to grow as a student. Although I still often struggle with the confidence of comma use, or repeating my ideas, I hope to incorporate this naturalistic flow of writing into my work. Now I know that a comma is a “punctuation mark indicating a pause between parts of a sentence”, but to me it will always represent the change in direction of a stream, or the hesitation of the breeze that guides a falling leaf. For that, I will always fondly remember my time under the trees, with

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