The White Paper

write and illustrate his own books entirely. The first book that was entirely his was, “1,2,3, to the Zoo,” followed by, “The Very Hungry Caterpillar” (Carle, n.d.). Carle’s artistic style is creating his pictures by using a collage technique. He uses papers that are hand painted and cuts them. He shapes them to form lively and cheery images that capture the attention and hearts of his readers. His artistic style also is unparalleled in the fact that his illustrations incorporate different…

of information, not knowing what to choose. Looking back on this piece there is a clear comment that Professor Goddard made “As you work on future papers, even beyond this class, keep working on tightening the focus of the paper. While the thesis suggests the paper is about African American women, there is a large section on suffrage which was about white women getting the right to vote”. This is clear and concrete evidence that goes to show that I need to pinpoint my writing topic. My grade of…

interracial couples. Because Bryan in his book dealt with an interracial case. In which a black male who had a family was flirting a white waiter. The situation was tragic and the man was sent to jail for that. Form reading that specific case I pointed about that even in today generation we see interracial couples still being treated inequality. As for my second paper I wrote about the idea that interracial couples had more benefits then negatives our society, however for this essay I researched…

The primary objective of the paper is to describe the ideological stance of major characters in the film The Help. Specifically, the goals of the study are as follows: (1) to provide a brief summary of the film; (2) define the so-called “left and “right” wings of the ideological spectrum; (3) determine whether the chosen character subscribes to the left or right wing of the ideological spectrum; and (4) to select and discuss three (3) bipolar characters that best describe or define the chosen…

complete blankness of sound that existed. It was as if the snow had removed my senses because everywhere I looked I saw white, every surface I touched was cold, and the only sound I heard was myself. Playing in the snow would always start out a noisy affair. Snowmen and their snowball wars would rise out of the childhood playfulness of my brother and me, but almost always these days of white nothing would end with me alone, in the snow, talking to myself. I’ve always talked to myself. Growing…

argumentative paper, and since I did not I will choose a topic and then write the opposite of what I agree on, since that is what we are supposed to do. I have struggled to find a topic to write about. That would be why I did not write the first paper, but I need to buckle down and work harder. I have noticed I have not been doing so well in this class… But I got my motivation back. Now my subject will be Donald Trump, and how he should become president. Well that’s what the first paper would…

When I started my search I actually started my paper I first decide that I would do Fort Hall but I wasn’t having much luck finding anything on that so I decided to change up my subject. I thought up my new subject I decided to do my paper on Abraham Lincoln’s presidency because I thought that I would find a lot more with that topic so I switched up and I went down to the library to find a book that I could borrow to help me with my research and sure enough as soon as I started looking I found a…

deeper complexion of myself, as well as an improvement on my writing abilities. Through the use of my “Just Mercy” paper as well as my commonplace book- I can look back and understand important aspects of growth and how these assignments have taught me about myself. I have not only grown as a writer, but as a person who understands the world in a new light. While writing my paper on “Just Mercy” I had no previous extensive knowledge on our current judicial system, nor the people it affected. …

I thought I had written my best paper, the day I was changed. I was so amped to go to school that day, I rushed down stair grabbed my black and red backpack and ran for the bus stop. While I was running I heard my sister scream“Wait, Rocky, your paper!”. She caught up to me and handed me the paper, huffing and puffing, she said “ How could you forget the paper you worked so hard on, and who in the world runs to a bus stop on a snowy, february morning?”. That paper, three paragraphs, nine…

Placing the pen on paper, I commit to a series of ideas that are unknown to me. Placed before me, the prompt rests on the desk and a pencil erases away my mind, static fills the void in my head. I read and I read. I read the prompt; I read the context; I write my notes and a bundle of ideas blossom in my mind. I struggle to transfer my thoughts into comprehensive sentences that will fully encompass my understanding of the subject. Every single time I walk out the door, my once busy mind flooding…