First of all, even the most organized of all people can be disorganized, or just plain lose stuff. Twice now, as I'm sitting here upon my blog ready to type, I cannot find the simple assignment I had just done in class. I'm supposed to record a quote from Shelly Jackson's "Stitch Bitch" that I did not understand. But before I can write down my classmates opinions, I cannot find the paper in my binder. So I thought I would be idle and just write about how I lost it when suddenly the paper makes itself visible to my eyes. Dang it. I guess all it took was for me to flip my backpack inside and out, search my car, and shift through past weeks work a dozen times. Nothing screams success but a long, tedious, potentially frustrating search.
"Bad writing is all flesh and dirty flesh at that.."
CM1: "Writing as she relates it has a life of its own. It is an organism consisting of living parts. Bad writing is sullied, sickly flesh."
CM2: " She compares writing to body parts throughout this section. Flesh is on the outside of a person. You must dissect someone to know the most about them. But bad writing is like flesh because it just scratches the surface and does not get deep into observations."
CM3: " Bad writing could act as flesh because it is covering all of the important stuff. Flesh doesn't allow you to see what's under it, sort of how bad writing can prevent you from understanding the meaning of something."
Ah, now I understand the meaning of the quote. Thanks to the power of ink shedding( as well as shedding some ink from using our pens so much), the value of other classmates thoughts has shed some light( i wonder how many times I could use 'shed' in a sentence). Out of curiosity, I wonder if there are times when no one understands the quote and just puts down random thoughts that do not help the initial questioner find a solution. So much for ink shedding in that scenario then.
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