<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554688468335741773</id><updated>2009-10-12T17:45:37.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shared Stories</title><subtitle type='html'>“To write is thus both to disclose the world and to offer it as a task to the generosity of the reader.  It is to have recourse to the consciousness of others in order to make one’s self be recognized as essential to the totality of being.”  
—Jean Paul Sartre, What is Literature?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharedstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2554688468335741773/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharedstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780286544274360950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554688468335741773.post-7232014002691201867</id><published>2007-12-17T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T09:32:34.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUTH</title><content type='html'>"Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.  I sat at a table where were rich food and wine in abundance, an obsequious attendance, but sincerity and truth were not; and I went away hungry from the inhospitable board.  The hospitality was as cold as the ices."&lt;br /&gt;Henry David Thoreau, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walden, or Life in the Woods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2554688468335741773-7232014002691201867?l=sharedstories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharedstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7232014002691201867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2554688468335741773&amp;postID=7232014002691201867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2554688468335741773/posts/default/7232014002691201867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2554688468335741773/posts/default/7232014002691201867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharedstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/truth.html' title='TRUTH'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780286544274360950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03063778886657131584'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554688468335741773.post-137562431554348201</id><published>2007-12-07T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T17:54:03.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFESSIONAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/ang0359l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/ang0359l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.offthemarkcartoons.com/cartoons/2006-09-08.gif"&gt;http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/ang0359l.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess, I've never been to confessional.  I'm not Catholic.  But I do find something intensely satisfying about disclosing some of my most personal, most shameful secrets.  Perhaps it is a burden lifted when I no longer have to bear the sole responsibility of knowing something no one else knows.  Or perhaps it is desire to spread out the guilt and shame over a larger surface. &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Like snow shoes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; want to distribute my own weight, the bur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;den I cause the world by exacerbating the inequities and injustices. I want to purge these secrets, so I can walk on the surface of the snow, instead of dragging through it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.laynekennedy.com/snowshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 344px;" src="http://www.laynekennedy.com/snowshoes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.offthemarkcartoons.com/cartoons/2006-09-08.gif"&gt;http://www.laynekennedy.com/snowshoes.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps the urge to confess is an invitation for others to confess, to feed on sharing intimate knowledge with each other.  Some may call this gossip.  But I think it's deeper than that.  I think it's a need to know someone is listening, and trusts enough to reciprocate the disclosure.  I think it is an expression of hope that someone else knows precisely what you are feeling, that you are not entirely alone in this world.  Sharing a secret is then an extension of trust, in hopes that you will be understood, that your experience may remind the person you confess to of something in their own life, and in this shared story, each is reminded of the communal nature of human existence.  That we are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2004, PostSecret.com was created.  It is a blog for people to submit anonymously any postcard-sized secret. (visit: http://postsecret.blogspot.com). This is one example from the "Sunday Secrets":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LL-Iir9bo/R1nMTqiqQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/-8b3kcnbQQk/s1600-h/lodged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LL-Iir9bo/R1nMTqiqQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/-8b3kcnbQQk/s400/lodged.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141365087829377906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Why do you think some people have such a need to tell their secrets that they would submit something so personal, sometimes incriminating, to someone they've never met?  Do you ever feel the urge to confess your secrets?  What drives this urge?  Do you think personal writing should thrive on the nature of disclosure?  Why or why not?  Do you think the core of your identity is hidden because of information you keep to yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2554688468335741773-137562431554348201?l=sharedstories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharedstories.blogspot.com/feeds/137562431554348201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2554688468335741773&amp;postID=137562431554348201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2554688468335741773/posts/default/137562431554348201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2554688468335741773/posts/default/137562431554348201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharedstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/confessional.html' title='CONFESSIONAL'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780286544274360950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03063778886657131584'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LL-Iir9bo/R1nMTqiqQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/-8b3kcnbQQk/s72-c/lodged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554688468335741773.post-1135673146164266969</id><published>2007-12-05T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T14:52:42.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FACEBOOK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://davidakin.blogware.com/logo_facebook-rgb-7inch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://davidakin.blogware.com/logo_facebook-rgb-7inch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://davidakin.blogware.com/logo_facebook-rgb-7inch.jpg"&gt;http://davidakin.blogware.com/logo_facebook-rgb-7inch.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we obsessed with ourselves? Of course it is thrilling to see yourself on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, to catch up on all the latest gossip among your friends, and to track the number of tagged photos you have. I too am an offender of this self-obsession, by creating this blog to document all of my thoughts and ramblings for the entire world wide web to view. But I don't see this instinctive urge to express one's self as something to be ashamed of or to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;suppress&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; is the product of a realization that people, specifically young people, have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inherent&lt;/span&gt; desire to articulate their identity in a shared setting. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;reassures&lt;/span&gt; us that our presence is significant in the world, that we occupy some amount of space, however minute, on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, and we can see ourselves in the profiles of others. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; reminds us that we have friends, and that we can accumulate more friends, just by the click of a button from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;comfort&lt;/span&gt; of our own room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; account, what is the most important aspect of your profile to you? What feature of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; do you use most? How often do you visit your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; account? Do you think that your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; profile provides an honest and comprehensive depiction of who you are as an individual? If not, what is missing? Do you create an idealized version of yourself? Why or why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; account, why not? Have you ever had one, or something similar, like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;xanga&lt;/span&gt;, or blog? Is this sort of technology appealing or addicting to you, or does it disgust you? Do you ever feel like you miss out on anything because you're not on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;How do you think the type of writing you can do on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; relates to writing you do for your classes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2554688468335741773-1135673146164266969?l=sharedstories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharedstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1135673146164266969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2554688468335741773&amp;postID=1135673146164266969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2554688468335741773/posts/default/1135673146164266969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2554688468335741773/posts/default/1135673146164266969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharedstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/facebook.html' title='FACEBOOK'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780286544274360950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03063778886657131584'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554688468335741773.post-8243118752295861020</id><published>2007-11-14T09:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T09:16:25.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WRITING ABOUT WRITING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cgu.edu/images/calvin-writing.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cgu.edu/images/calvin-writing.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cgu.edu/images/calvin-writing.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.cgu.edu/pages/792.asp"&gt;http://www.cgu.edu/pages/792.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do professors assign papers? Answering this question may be an "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;impenetrable&lt;/span&gt; fog" in itself. But as a Writing Center Peer Tutor, I've read a lot of paper assignment sheets, and I've noticed a few trends. Professors want students to begin to pave the road of their understanding of a particular topic from the course. By articulating their ideas in writing, students begin to see connections between the content in the course and their own interests. They begin to learn the words to their own ideas. Sometimes the reasons professors assign papers are two-fold: 1. to see how well students can articulate their understanding of a particular topic, 2. to help students &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;develop&lt;/span&gt;/expand their writing and researching skills. So why are writing skills so emphasized in college courses? Is it fair to compare students' learning through a written discourse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps it is unreasonable to claim that in &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; future endeavors we will need to be able to write successfully. But I do think it is reasonable to highlight a few skills that writing practice inherently develops that will be useful, not only vocationally, but as a human with a fine-tuned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;capacity&lt;/span&gt; to think. Writing enhances:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;critical thinking:&lt;/em&gt; the mental process of actively and skillfully conceptualizing, applying, analyzing, synthesizing, and evaluating information to reach an answer or conclusion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;creativity:&lt;/em&gt; the ability to transcend traditional ideas, rules, patterns, relationships, or the like, and to create meaningful new ideas, forms, methods, interpretations, etc.; originality, progressiveness, or imagination&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;argumentation and logic:&lt;/em&gt; the setting forth of reasons together with the conclusion drawn from them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;synthesis:&lt;/em&gt; the combining of the constituent elements of separate material or abstract entities into a single or unified entity &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;value distinctions:&lt;/em&gt; making informed decisions about relative worth, merit, or importance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com/"&gt;http://www.dictionary.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It may also be helpful to consider the importance of functioning in an uncomfortable field of study or discourse. For example, a projected-chemistry major may have a hard time in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FYS&lt;/span&gt; course based on the study of literature, since they are geared toward grappling with distinct information. But our society requires us to sometimes participate in activities out of our "comfort zone", which arguably press us into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;accommodating&lt;/span&gt; these situations and broadening the scope of our "comfort zones".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; to write a difficult paper, take a moment to answer a few of these questions for yourself. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Who is the audience of this paper? Why did my professor assign this paper? Where do I intersect with the topic of this paper? Why am I invested in this topic? What are my passions or convictions about this topic? What skills may I develop in writing this paper? Who am I as a writer? What am I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;particularly&lt;/span&gt; good at in writing papers? What slows me down or constipates my writing process? What is my purpose of writing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hopefully the answers you generate will spark some ideas for where to begin your paper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2554688468335741773-8243118752295861020?l=sharedstories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharedstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8243118752295861020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2554688468335741773&amp;postID=8243118752295861020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2554688468335741773/posts/default/8243118752295861020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2554688468335741773/posts/default/8243118752295861020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharedstories.blogspot.com/2007/11/writing-about-writing.html' title='WRITING ABOUT WRITING'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780286544274360950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03063778886657131584'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554688468335741773.post-3025448075213600016</id><published>2007-11-14T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T18:15:35.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>METACOGNITION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.usask.ca/education/coursework/802papers/Adkins/TWOFROGS.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://www.usask.ca/education/coursework/802papers/Adkins/TWOFROGS.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.usask.ca/education/coursework/802papers/Adkins/TWOFROGS.GIF"&gt;http://www.usask.ca/education/coursework/802papers/Adkins/TWOFROGS.GIF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meta·cog·ni·tion&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;noun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"awareness and understanding one's thinking and cognitive processes; thinking about thinking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/metacognition"&gt;http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/metacognition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think about your own thinking process? Perhaps at the end of the semester, do you reflect upon your previous state, before you'd taken a particular course? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;What do you know now that you didn't know then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is somewhat like looking at photographs of myself from when I was younger. Was I really ever that small? How did I get from that state of naiveté to where I am now? What did I think about then? What were the words that ran accross the tv screen of my mind; what was the language of that ticker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is useful to think about the thinking process you, in particular, go through when processing a particular concept, idea, or topic. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Do certain words or concepts contain an inevitable baggage for you and remind you of something else, leading your mind on an endless loop of associations? What do you use to control this impulse, to avoid derailing from the topic at hand? Are the tangents sometimes worth exploring? What new meaning can you derive from the unique baggage some words have for you? How do you move from a state of sensory and information overload, to filter out the most important information and make sense of all you are exposed to in one day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2554688468335741773-3025448075213600016?l=sharedstories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharedstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3025448075213600016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2554688468335741773&amp;postID=3025448075213600016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2554688468335741773/posts/default/3025448075213600016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2554688468335741773/posts/default/3025448075213600016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharedstories.blogspot.com/2007/11/metacognition.html' title='METACOGNITION'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780286544274360950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03063778886657131584'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554688468335741773.post-9179973701220186114</id><published>2007-11-03T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T09:18:28.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WRITE YOUR DIFFERENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;What makes you different from everyone else you know? Do you have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; family traditions or daily rituals? Have you traveled somewhere exotic (or so mundane, no one else thinks to visit there)? Have you won some award or performed some amazing feat? What do you dream about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a reader, what makes you unique? What baggage or preconceptions do you bring to a text? How does your interpretation and reaction differ from everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt;? How can you read through your own difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell a story that is completely yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2554688468335741773-9179973701220186114?l=sharedstories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharedstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9179973701220186114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2554688468335741773&amp;postID=9179973701220186114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2554688468335741773/posts/default/9179973701220186114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2554688468335741773/posts/default/9179973701220186114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharedstories.blogspot.com/2007/11/write-your-difference.html' title='WRITE YOUR DIFFERENCE'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780286544274360950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03063778886657131584'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554688468335741773.post-2721105742553489978</id><published>2007-11-03T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T09:21:28.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUTH OR DARE</title><content type='html'>Remember this thrilling pass-time from elementary school playgrounds and sleepless nights spent at your best friend's house? Which did you usually pick, Truth or Dare? I think I once had to wash my hands in the toilet from a "dare". But I secretly craved someone asking me to reveal a "truth", some never-before uttered secret about my ten-year-old thoughts and desires. Which do you think is more courageous: promising to answer some unknown question truthfully, or promising to perform some disgusting or borderline-erotic feat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from t&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; game, how close can we ever really get to uttering a complete "truth" about ourselves? Does truth require a comprehensive history? Is it entirely subjective? Who's the judge? What is the difference between "fact" and "truth"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Respond to any of the questions above or to the following passage, an excerpt from my senior I.S. proposal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I am fascinated by the power of truth, especially in narrative&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I long to hear and read stories that are true.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They are somehow more significant to me.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I want to know what is real, what is concrete, and to get as close as I can to articulating it.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not only my perception of the truth, but the actual facts.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Four US dollars can buy 100 oranges for orphans in Ghana.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Today they received no oranges.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This weighs on me.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I want to write about guilt.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The guilt I feel about knowing intimately the suffering in Ghana, and yet doing nothing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2554688468335741773-2721105742553489978?l=sharedstories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharedstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2721105742553489978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2554688468335741773&amp;postID=2721105742553489978' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2554688468335741773/posts/default/2721105742553489978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2554688468335741773/posts/default/2721105742553489978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharedstories.blogspot.com/2007/11/truth-or-dare.html' title='TRUTH OR DARE'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03780286544274360950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03063778886657131584'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry></feed>