About those essays...
Before I post the link to today's essay, I need to amend a statement from my previous post. In writing about my writing habits, I was perhaps a bit vague. Allow me to provide more detail.
First of all, I don't proofread, period. I know it's a horrible habit, but scribbling a three-page paper an hour or two before it is due doesn't really permit me the luxury of proofreading. Typically, I write the paper straight through with little to no prior planning except for the occaional casual thoughts throughout the week that tend to be something like, "What homework do I have? English. What was that assignment again? Write a compare and contrast essay. What am I going to compare and contrast?" This thought process continues until I have a vague sense of what I'm going to write, and then when it's crunch time, I reflect upon these thoughts and formulate them into some sort of order.
Secondly, I have never considered myself to have excellent grammar, and my writing tends to have mistakes. These mistakes, as well as multiple typographical errors, would normally be caught in the proofreading phase, but if you didn't skip the previous paragraph, you know that I don't have a proofreading phase.
Hopefully this clears a few things up for some of you out there reading my papers, which I have already stated are the uncorrected, raw versions, and slandering my work.
I do have to apologize for uploading the wrong paper for Running vs. Cycling: The Great Divide--when I was renaming the files for uploading I swapped two of them. I uploaded the correct file, overwriting the incorrect one, so the links here and in the "Promise Kept" post are working properly. The file that was incorrectly labeled run_vs_bike.doc is called Dean Karnazes vs. Pamela Reed. Since the first one was supposed to have already been posted and the second one was already posted, here is another one: Imagination, which was meant to define imagination but used by me to tell a story about my niece.
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That Maggie, she's got the most active imagination of any 2 year old that I've ever met.
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