English 100 at Ashland

I’m sure you have noticed that we are setting records for high temperatures. You might not be able to avoid the heat (I remember one very hot summer in St. Louis when I worked in a shipyard and the temperature would drop to 85 at night!), but here are a couple of suggestions. First, of course, get plenty of water. Second, if you are able, do your outdoor stuff in early morning or very late evening. (No distance bike rides for me for a while.) And now one of the best suggestions: find a book or collection of short stories to read and hide out in some cool place, perhaps the basement. County libraries are usually air conditioned (and so is the Ashland U library). I will keep feeding you reading suggestions. (My latest book is Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451. Absolutely excellent.)

More shade-tree reading from Project Gutenberg. These are all free downloads—free because they are old enough to have gone out of copyright and become public domain. Later I'll probably suggest some that you must pay for, but I really like the idea of something for nothing. Whose Body? by Dorothy L. Sayers (This is the first of the Lord Peter Wimsey murder mysteries. I don't think the others are available in public domain, but if you like this one, you can certainly buy the rest online from Barnes & Noble or Amazon.) Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions by Edwin Abbott Abbott (This is a very political science fiction about a world that only exists in two dimensions. There's no thickness to anything, only length and breadth. Yes, that really was the author's name.) Three Men in a Boat (To Say Nothing of the Dog) by Jerome K....

A little background I think most of us would benefit from keeping some sort of daily journal. Besides giving an opportunity to practice writing and giving a documented space to remember things, my journal functions like Professor Dumbledore’s Pensieve—a place where I can drop thoughts and clear my mind, but perhaps return to them in the future. I had a lot of trouble getting my journal started when I began several years ago, but then I remembered a writer’s trick: I needed to construct an audience . I needed some sense that I was actually writing to someone. For me, that constructed audience was my children, who might dig this book out of the closet after my death and figure out what on earth I had been thinking and doing. Now that I am rolling on the journal, I guess the journal itself is my audience, but not in the “Dear Diary” sense. (If that works for you, fine!) I got the picture above from the Internet—...

I was sitting at Panera this morning, writing, as usual, in my journal. And, as usual, some stranger took the opportunity to sit down and chat. Now, you can do almost anything at Panera without attracting attention (knit, read a book, have an argument on your phone), but the minute you try writing something with a fountain pen, you attract attention. At least I do. It’s like someone is performing brain surgery with a butter knife. People are amazed that it is even possible. That’s fascinating because we are not that far removed from a time when absolutely every well-organized adult had a fountain pen. (Probably the 1950s.) My mother had a pen in her purse, filled with purple ink. My father had one for signing important documents, filled (of course) with blue-black. I got through high school with a series of cheap pens filled with cheap blue ink. Banks had fountain pens in holders for people to write checks. (Ballpoints were kind of unreliable....

Right now you are signing a lot of documents—loan papers and such. They seem like annoying formalities that just don’t mean that much. Trust me. They do mean that much. You need to read them carefully and get someone to explain them to you if you do not understand what you are signing. Take your time. Don’t let anyone stampede you. Ask your parents if they have a safe deposit box at their bank, and if they do, the loan documents belong there. At the very least get one of those accordion file folders, and keep your copy of everything you sign. If you are uncertain about what all that paperwork means, you would certainly be wise to get a second professional opinion. (The first place I would ask would be my bank—unless they are the ones loaning me the money!) By the way, you will also want to keep your textbook receipts from the college bookstore so you can return the book if you bought the wrong one or your schedule changes. ...

First, a couple of sad truths Years ago, before you were in school, someone in the Ohio Department of Education (or some similar government office) decided that computers were THE thing of the future, so they stopped teaching elementary school children how to write. I see the result every time I teach a class. If I give a quiz, there is a general panic because several of my students showed up for a college class without paper or pen. Nobody is taking notes, so if I say something in a lecture, they have no way to remember it. If I write something on the board, several people will stand up and take pictures of it with their phones because they lack the equipment and skill to write it down. That’s sad. It’s like these students never got beyond the first or second grade. (I understand, by the way, that Ohio has realized how foolish it was to stop teaching handwriting, and they are putting it back into the school...

The books I am recommending from Project Gutenberg are all “Public Domain.” This means that their copyright has expired and anyone can download them or print them out legally. It also means that they are fairly old (because copyright extends for the author’s life plus seventy years). I was reading The War of the Worlds last night and realized a couple of things. For one, all those place names flew over my head because I never lived in rural England, and for another the author occasionally dropped a word on me that I just did not know. (Yes, even English teachers have limits on their vocabulary.) What to do? As for the place names, I let them sort of flow over me. Wells knows where things are, and it doesn’t matter much to me what was the name of the place where the Martians landed. Looking all that up would interrupt the flow of the story. Vocabulary is a somewhat different matter. The book was published in England 129 ye...