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Perfectly Willing to Embarass Myself

Dear Internets,

I have a dare for you: find one of your embarassing undergraduate writings and blog it for the world to see.

With regards,
a crooked and pained Lauren

Upon looking for example literary thesis statements among my own academic writing for class tomorrow, I ran across this essay I wrote four years ago when I was forced to take COM 114. COM 114, if you don’t know, is my university’s evil public presentation course, better known to high schoolers as Speech class.

The assignment was to defend the course and all the things we learned. This is yet another example of me poking fun at assignments I don’t want to do. See the false positivity runneth over.

Be kind, Internets:

My first COM 114 speech was given on the various compelling reasons that I participate in the Internet blog community. I gave my speech; shook violently while hating myself for being nervous; and sat down feeling that I had yet to convey exactly was it was that I meant to say. That night, I went home and blogged about the experience. I ripped on my instructor, on the university, and on my classmates for making copious athletic analogies without obvious merit. Despite having blogged about my discontent, I gave the URL to my instructor upon request.

I am glad she responded in the manner that she did, as her response set the tone for the rest of my classroom experience. Not only have I grown to admire my instructor and respect my classmates, but also the class has become my favorite of the semester. Like blogging, COM 114 gives me the opportunity to express my opinion, albeit in a more organized fashion, and provides me with an audience to which I preach. In addition, the merits of the class have become apparent. The instruction I have obtained in COM 114 can be practically applied to my responsibilities as a mother, an activist feminist, and as a public high school teacher based on what I have learned from Bitzer’s “Rhetorical Situation” and R.E. Smith’s Principles of Communication.

Effective motherhood obviously requires many skills, but most importantly, it requires skills of communication that deftly handle situations ranging from the incensed to the delicate. Much of my time as a parent is spent trying to appeal to Ethan, my one-person audience, in convincing him why it is beneficial to finish his dinner or put on his socks. Two-year-olds don’t respond well to any well-planned intellectual argument. In fact, they respond better to bribery. Still, I must find ways to hold Ethan’s attention long enough to make it relevant to his immediate future. In other words, I have to use the technique of appealing to my audience with audience relevance. In putting on his socks, he might get a sticker on his “Good Listener Chart”. If he refuses to do so, he may frustrate me deeply enough to get a time out, something he never finds appealing. I dread the day that Ethan realizes that his mother is making him a victim to the fallacy of the false dichotomy (Smith 154), in which case he might opt for the hidden third choice of telling Mommy off.

In the future, I imagine I will find myself in many situations that will require me to try and persuade Ethan to action. In his teen years, I might try and persuade him to remain abstinent or to practice the use of birth control once he becomes sexually active. As a young adult, I may try to persuade him to practice a monthly budget or to avoid the overuse of credit cards. Today, I use persuasion to influence Ethan into action, usually at dinnertime and bedtime. My most strenuous concern is keeping Ethan off the computer, as he is known for cramming various things into the CD-ROM. However, I have been able to convince him to ask permission and to use the computer only under adult supervision using a simple presentation of the facts that immediately pertain to him. Try explaining computer hardware issues to a two-year-old.

For these reasons, rhetoric seems to be the primary form of communication as a parent. My mother, too, had to persuade me to change the way I thought, acted, and felt about certain societal rules, including dress codes; appropriate use of language; and avoiding troublesome characters; by laying out my various choices and their desirable and undesirable consequences. Unfortunately, it took me awhile to realize her credibility as a rhetor lay in years of life experience as a woman and as a worker in the public system. Still, her lessons remain concise in my mind, whether I choose today to agree with her reasons or not. As an adult, I have the power of dissection and criticism and can accept or reject what I choose. In that way, I was and remain the catalyst for change based in her rhetoric. I suppose that with my mother, I will always have the option of agreement or refusal; however, I will have even more of that option once I am no longer forced to take her money.

Communication is also a vital aspect of participating in feminist activism. Rhetoric is often used to push the latent follower into an active member of the public. Frequently in feminist literature, authors include various appendixes that encourage the reader to write letters, join groups, write opinion pieces, develop and post flyers, or attend conferences and benefits related to the feminist cause. Not only is the feminist author attempting to coerce the reader to agree with her opinion, but also the author is attempting to persuade the reader to take part in reconstructing society. I have been convinced to take part in protests, join formal organizations, write letters to government officials, and to boycott certain companies and media outlets on the basis of questionable ethics, however, the author first had to persuade me that my action is needed in the first place.

Public speaking becomes an important skill for me, as I am frequently compelled to defend my points of view in regards to feminist theory. This is a difficult task because people have false or misguided preconceived notions of this particular societal group. In this case, I have to present my views in a smart, respectful manner so I don’t lose my audience before I gotten to the meat of my argument.

Another important point of this kind of communication, if one considers the initial moral disagreement as the rhetorical exigence, is the keep the argument short and concise. There is no need to bog down a disbeliever with showy arguments and source quotations. All the dissenter needs to know in these situations is your point of view, mainly so they may turn it back on you in an attempt to convert you to some sect of Christianity. But I digress.

During protests, I have been approached by anti-abortionists who try to change my opinion on the issue. While I remain steadfast in my views, some have used similar techniques to my own that allow me to respect their viewpoint, rather than end up rolling on the ground playing fisticuffs. I don’t want someone to by turned off by my viewpoint only because I portray myself in the wrong way. That is definitely not the goal. Still, conflict in communication is so prevalent in this situation because of heightened emotion, as is inherent in any activism, and such conflict can easily escalate into the exchange of irretrievable verbal assaults, something that any ethical activist abhors. As R.E. Smith says on page 81 of Principles of Human Communication, “A respect for truth and an ethical consideration of others also means respecting the rights of others in regard to information and access to information.” The communication of feminist theory is so important to me because I feel the theory itself, if presented in the proper way, can be used as a valuable tool for societal change.

Teaching is arguably another venue for societal change, and for this reason, rhetoric is a valuable tool in the classroom. As my instructor suggested, teaching is all about persuading the students to learn. For more pragmatic reasons that COM 114 has been beneficial to me, I have improved in my speech organization skills and in my speaking skills. I have learned to refine an outline and scrap unneeded information, even though my tendency is to add the deleted information back into the speech as I give it. Despite my speaking quirks, this skill will be incredibly important, mostly because I will have to speak to a group of students within a strict time limit about significant curriculum. Without the skill of speaking organization, I will be a boring lecturer, a flighty instructor, and thus a bad teacher.

Another important aspect of speaking in a classroom is keeping one’s audience in mind. In my case, I will be speaking to a group of middle or high school students who have a million other thing they want to do rather than read A Tale of Two Cities. On these grounds, my job as an instructor will be to relevant and interesting information in a way that appeals to the students. One thing I would like to do for my students that my English teachers did not do is aptly draw connections between the required readings and the student’s lives. Some things I might consider about my students are their age, gender, general educational level, religious values, social class, race, and the circumstances under which they are meeting (Smith 43). However, I want to avoid being the teacher that tries too hard to connect with the students, listening to Afroman and slinging around street lingo during passing periods.

Overall, this class has been more rewarding than I previously expected. Thankfully the athletic metaphors and anecdotes have subsided, and as my instructor forewarned, I have learned much more about my peers and my university than I ever needed to know.


26 thoughts on Perfectly Willing to Embarass Myself

  1. Undergraduate writing? The only examples I have of that are essays I had to write for English classes. I was pretty damn good at it, but I absolutely hated doing it. Now, if you want truly cringeworthy stuff, how about some Bad High School Poetry?

  2. I think the only undergraduate writing I have saved is a paper about the proselytizing methods of the Moonies.

    The homework assignment I really wish I had a copy of was one done by one of my sisters in grade school. As I remember it, she had to complete the sentence “Happiness is” three times, and wrote:

    Happiness is running faster than the fastest boy in the class.

    Happiness is getting an A when everyone else in your group gets a B.

    Happiness is an extra half hour of recess.

  3. Sometime, though, I should find and blog excerpts from my junior high school paper on the behavior of mice. It includes a section where we have to rescue one of the mice being studied from the household cat.

  4. The true poets have destroyed their Bad High School Poetry. Incidentally, that’s the only count on which I qualify as a true poet.

  5. I tried to read it, but for some reason I kept flashing on the scene in “Heathers” where Winona is trying to prevent the school from getting blown up and you’re not sure whether you want her to succeed or not.

  6. Lauren, if at your tender age you already knew this:

    “However, I want to avoid being the teacher that tries too hard to connect with the students, listening to Afroman and slinging around street lingo during passing periods”

    You were already well on your way. Kudos.

  7. Holy shit. Was that simply the typed version of your speech, or is this close to what you actually verbally presented?

    COM at Ivy was a fucking breeze compared to your example.

  8. Okay, this is actually something I dashed off in AP English after procrastinating for all but the last ten minutes of class. Indolence prevents me from OCRing the thing, plus I like the drawing in the middle. Special Bonus: bad high school poetry.

  9. Anne, it was a final essay, not a speech — although i did give a 20 minute speech on accident once (on sexual attraction). I got an A, of course. 😉

  10. rather glad I sack all my old crap. because I never put any effort into papers.

    Without trying, I always would receive As, B+s at worst.

    so I never put effort into classes. extra curriculars? sometimes.

    I’m running the NaWriNoMo thing.
    failing miserably. this was supposed to be my “week off to bang out a whole bunch.”

    not so much. been distracted by internets, and other writing projects: an idle conversation with a theater design major compatriot led me to trying to come up with a plot for Costume Design which would be “French Revolution Meets The Matrix” which, after much though, I’ve decided I need to draft a bunch of people and put on a good show of Marat/Sade.

    but I digress…. alot.

  11. For a few seconds, I actually considered (1) reactivating my old blog and (2) posting what I think is the worst thing I ever wrote in my college career–even though this would have required me first to dig through boxes of files to find the damn thing, and then to retype it from hard copy. Still, it was tempting.

    Then I read the first four paragraphs of this.

    My offering would have been much, much worse. This just isn’t as horrid. This may–may–be cheddar, but mine is Velveeta.

    Sorry. There’s only so much public humiliation I can cope with in life.

  12. Can I nominate my whole blog? I’m sure on graduation I’ll look back and cringe at the lot, I’ve already hung my head in shame at my first blog efforts at 14!

  13. The worst that comes to mind now was for a Dostoevsky class. I was also taking Chemistry & I compared Free will v/s Determinism to the behaviour of of salts in solution. It was dreadful. I only got a B because I begged for it and convinced him that I was just a bad writer & actually did the reading and understood the material (sort of).

  14. I have one paper I saved from my freshman year of college to remind myself of what a screwed up wanker I used to be. In a polisci 101 class I wrote a paper condemning the welfare system because I thought anyone who partook of it was lazy.

    Ahem.

    Have I ever mentioned that I used to have lunch provided for me in elementary school through the free school lunch program and that after my dad abandoned us my mother was eligible for government cheese for about a year? Yeah, it’s easy to be a douchebag when you’re naive and don’t understand what the welfare system is and encompasses.

  15. oh, if you knew my full name and googled me, you’d actually find a really embarrassing essay i wrote for my Freshman Writing class in college…because it got put into a year-end anthology thingee and posted online for the world to see.

    that was like 7 years ago, and it’s still there.

  16. Undergraduate stupidity: my response to a question on the Iraq War in the lead up to the war. I was a supporter of Bush and of the invasion. I cringe every time I google my real name. Shit.

  17. Karpad, I’m in the same boat with the (relatively) effortless As. As I approach grad school, I’m just _waiting_ for the hammer to fall and have a prof call me on it. Although, there’s always the possibility that I’m actually producing good material. I’ll take the As gladly, but the not knowing is a bit of a pain in the ass.

  18. Oh God. Oh no. Here we go. I am going to waste time all day today trying to find one. Well, I can find many, but I assume one will just spring forth, saying “You have to use meeeee~!”

    This is going to be hella-embarassing.

    For more pragmatic reasons that COM 114 has been beneficial to me

    Still feel that way? Does anyone who took COM 114 still feel that way?

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  20. Didn’t have a required “speech” type class in either high school or college, which rather suited me just fine. 🙂 I’d prefer to obsess and hone written words than try to express myself verbally in front of the hyper-critical mass of humanity that was my high school graduating class ANY day. 😛 I was in theatre though. Go figure.

    Tested out of Freshman Comp/Basic word processing skills in college. The test out consisted of an essay written during a two hour period with the reference material literally given to you as you sat down. I’d have to say that wouldn’t be a fair test to anyone who CAN’T just pull decent writing out of their…. Uh, out of thin air. Luckily, it was a pass/no pass course, and I passed. The thought of sitting through Freshman Comp. STILL makes me vaguely nauseated. (I more or less slept through most of my high school English classes except for English lit, and learned more about advanced grammer from my French classes than from the English ones. Bleah!)

    I SHOULD HAVE tested out of Advanced Comp, ’cause the only thing I learned in there was “don’t make eye contact with the prof ’cause he’ll ask you stupid questions that have nothing to do with actual WRITING SKILLS” and that he was a sexist asshole. If I had half the confidence then that I do now, I would have called him on it, head of the comp. department or not, and I would have at least *tried* to nail his ass to the wall. (He pulled a quote from an extemporaneously written essay (literally sprung on us the first or second class we had and written in class) and used it to point out that “you can tell this writer is a woman because she goes to such pains to point out how logical she is”. Yeah, the writer was a woman. Me. And I’d always thought that a logical thought process was a GOOD thing, especially with a “make a statement and back it up” sort of essay. Good grief!) He also tended to pull obscure referrences to architecture and a 19th (??) century engraver into his lectures, and then get all superior on us when we didn’t recognize the references. (Um, hello? Theatre major here. And here. And here. Art major over there, and there. I think that guy’s a music major. Not REAL familiar with 18th or 19th century engravers, thanks, since it didn’t actually have anything to do with our relative courses of study.) That class was a nightmare, and I didn’t learn *squat* from it.

    Oh, and Mr. “I’m going to show you all the shortcuts on a PC for word processing” (took two 1 1/2 hour classes to do that) asked us to hand in our disks at the end of the course so that we couldn’t loan out/sell our work. OBVIOUSLY he had never heard of using the hard drive on a computer to store your work. *sigh* Idiot.

    Anyway, I also had the ability to crank out papers without really thinking about it and still get good grades. To this day I still don’t know if I’m a decent writer or just had lazy profs who had such mind-numbingly bad papers to read that mine looked good in comparison. I DO know that I obsessively proofread and tweak as I go on the rough draft, assuming that I get to do it in more than one many hour stint, so maybe that helps. *shrug* Anyway, my college efforts are buried quite thoroughly, and are also on hard copy, so you won’t be subjected to them here, today. I just wanted to throw in my 2 cents on the relative worth of general/entry level writing courses.

    (Do I hear applause? Bastards!) 😉

  21. Condescending. The word I was looking for was “condescending” — please insert into above rant in place of “…get all superior on us…”

    Yup, I’m still sick if I couldn’t find THAT word in my head….

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