Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
Plagiarism and Signal Words/Phrases
According to Prentice Hall Reference Guide the four reasons to avoid plagiarism include that it is unethical, it is a lost learning opportunity, it diminishes the student’s credibility and it can result in serious punishment (378-379). Furthermore, to avoid plagiarism the book suggests starting your paper early, beginning your research process early, taking notes as you read and add information to your bibliography page any time you use a new source (381).
Four identifying characteristics of quotations listed in Prentice Hall Reference Guide are they “are written exactly as they appear in the source”, “must be surrounded by quotation marks”, “are introduced by text that indicates the speaker of the quotation” and they “must be cited in the documentation format you are using for your paper” (390). Furthermore, “the purpose of in-text citations in MLA format is to help your reader find the correct reference in the Works Cited list at the end of the paper” (409).
Prentice Hall Reference Guide states that the purpose of using signal words and phrases is to identify each source and explain its connection to what you are writing about (396). Furthermore, the Reference Guide points out that common verbs used as signaling words can include emphasizes, reveals, warns, observes, denies, claims and asserts(398).
Four identifying characteristics of quotations listed in Prentice Hall Reference Guide are they “are written exactly as they appear in the source”, “must be surrounded by quotation marks”, “are introduced by text that indicates the speaker of the quotation” and they “must be cited in the documentation format you are using for your paper” (390). Furthermore, “the purpose of in-text citations in MLA format is to help your reader find the correct reference in the Works Cited list at the end of the paper” (409).
Prentice Hall Reference Guide states that the purpose of using signal words and phrases is to identify each source and explain its connection to what you are writing about (396). Furthermore, the Reference Guide points out that common verbs used as signaling words can include emphasizes, reveals, warns, observes, denies, claims and asserts(398).
Katherine Alexander A Film Unfinished
I can't say with any certainty that I got from the actual footage exactly what the purpose of the Nazi's filming was for. Without the commentary from the survivors, you might not have any idea what was going on. If the filming was solely for the purpose of fooling the world, why film the deplorable conditions? Why film the filth and corpses lining the street? It seems that perhaps the juxtaposition in the footage was there simply for someone's enjoyment. I might be more apt to believe this as truth as opposed to just wanting to film some propaganda. Everyone who has had any kind of education on the Holocaust, knows that some of the Nazi's in power were just sick, sadistic people and their affiliations with Hitler and the Nazi party, gave them the green light to play doctor, or psycho, depending on what they were personally in to.
I'm not sure what a "summary" of this film is supposed to look like. Am I supposed to write a timeline? I wasn't making notes. I watch this film with disgust. I can hardly make myself look at images of starving children. I'm a mother. What would I have done? I cannot make my brain put myself in that postition, I cannot even try to imagine.
These videos were found in a concrete bunker, put together with narration from the only man who could be found to have worked a camera. There was commentary from survivors who watched the footage while being filmed. This film captured the awfulness of the Warsaw Ghetto. The film shows the inequality of the Jewish people that were detained there during 1942. The Nazi's, according to the testimony of one survivor in particular, got it wrong. Perhaps, had this movie been released as scheduled, some lives could have been saved. If the right people noticed that "hey, Jewish people don't bury their dead in boxes", just maybe the outcome could have been different. It's hard to not play the what if game when you see this film.
Katherine Alexander Intro
I work and live here in Springfield. I work for the state of Missouri. My husband and I have a 5 year old boy named Zachary. He is amazing. You will not be able to tell from these photos just how amazing he is, you will have to trust me.
My goal here at OTC is to finish my associates degree in health information technology. My advisor suggested I take a class on public speaking. I explained to her that I barely got through the power point assignment in my computer class.
I love to read, and I used to love to write. Since getting married in 2004 and having Zak in 2006 I have not had the time to enjoy either. When I do get extra time I like to scrapbook with friends. (Don't tell my husband, but it's really just an excuse to get out of the house).
I have a big yard at home with a garden and several different varieties of flowers. I transplanted tomatoes this weekend, and we ate some asparagus that night. There is nothing more wonderful than home grown vegetables.
I have enjoyed going to college after waiting for so long.
My goal here at OTC is to finish my associates degree in health information technology. My advisor suggested I take a class on public speaking. I explained to her that I barely got through the power point assignment in my computer class.
I love to read, and I used to love to write. Since getting married in 2004 and having Zak in 2006 I have not had the time to enjoy either. When I do get extra time I like to scrapbook with friends. (Don't tell my husband, but it's really just an excuse to get out of the house).
I have a big yard at home with a garden and several different varieties of flowers. I transplanted tomatoes this weekend, and we ate some asparagus that night. There is nothing more wonderful than home grown vegetables.
I have enjoyed going to college after waiting for so long.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Josef Mengele Outline
Katherine Alexander
Larry Neuburger
Eng Comp 101-103
06 July 2011
Outline
Josef Mengele
I. Childhood
a. Where & When
b. Family life
c. Schooling
II. Joining the Nazi’s
III. Continuing Education
IV. War record
a. When & where
b. Rank
c. Expertise
V. Escaping trial
a. When & where
b. Possibilities after the war
Larry Neuburger
Eng Comp 101-103
06 July 2011
Outline
Josef Mengele
I. Childhood
a. Where & When
b. Family life
c. Schooling
II. Joining the Nazi’s
III. Continuing Education
IV. War record
a. When & where
b. Rank
c. Expertise
V. Escaping trial
a. When & where
b. Possibilities after the war
Annotated Bibliography
Katherine Alexander
Larry Neuburger
Eng Comp 101-103
06 July 2011
Annotated Bibliography
Josef Mengele
Ewers, Justin. "Did the Nazis' 'Angel of Death' Leave a Lasting Legacy in Brazil?" Editorial. World War II May 2009: 10-11. EBSCOhost. World War II, May 2009. Web. 03 July 2011.
This article contains information regarding the argument that Josef Mengele could have been
conducting experiments up until the date of his death. The argument is sound, however, it really
will never be known, and it is very curious.
I find this to be an interesting twist, however fictional it may be, to the story of a man who evaded capture for his crimes during WWII.
Forgiving Dr. Mengele. Dir. Bob Hercules and Cheri Pugh. Perf. Eva Kor. Media Process Educational Films, 2005. DVD.
Eva Kor was an identical twin during the Holocaust and was taken to Auschwitz. Only her twin
sister and she survived from their immediate family. They were both part of Dr. Mengele's
experiments.
This woman was persecuted for being a Jew, watched her sister die at an early age due to some mysterious injection she was given in Auschwitz, and because she was using forgiveness as a tool towards peace in her life, she was persecuted by other survivors years later.
Grabowski, John F. Josef Mengele. Farmington Hills: Lucent, 2004. Print.
This book is an autobiography of the man Josef Mengele. It covers his childhood, schooling and how his health was as a child. Certain sections describe how his mother treated him, and it cast some light on how he could be so indifferent to other humans.
This book contains the most extensive information regarding Dr Mengele I have found. It was interesting to find out how strict the Nazi’s were even where their officers marriages were concerned.
"Josef Mengele." United States Holocaust Memorial Museum. United States Holocaust Memorial Museum, 6 Jan. 2011. Web. 02 July 2011.
This article gives a brief introduction to the man Josef Mengele. Also found within this article is
a listing of Josef's background education, and some of his mentors. Towards the end they give a
description of his escape from Germany after the liberation of the Jewish people, and his final
demise in South America.
I think this article was more of a summation of the man Josef Mengele. I found it interesting in that it is one of the few articles about Dr Mengele, that states he was interested in genetics even before the war.
Koren, Yehuda. "MENGELE AND THE FAMILY OF DWARFS." Editorial. History Today Feb. 2005: 32-33. EBSCOhost. History Today, Feb. 2005. Web. 03 July 2011.
This article contains a second source of information concerning experiments Josef Mengele
performed, this time not concerning twins, but on a dwarf family.
I found this article to be interesting in that it gives real insight into the thoughts and fears of the inmates selected by Dr Mengele.
"The Mother." EBSCOhost. Newsweek, 16 Jan. 1995. Web. 03 July 2011.
At the very bottom of this page of text is a story about a woman who was 3 months pregnant
when she arrived at Auschwitz and it describes her meeting with Josef Mengele and the
experiments he subjected her and the baby to.
This is really just a blip in the scheme of things, but it really tells of how utterly pointless some of Dr Mengele’s experiments were, and the lengths a human will go to keep a loved one from pain.
"Nazi Medical Experiments." United States Holocaust Memorial Museum. 06 Jan. 2011. Web. 06 July 2011.
This article explains types of experiments Dr. Mengele was involved in. He was involved in the third category of medical experiments. These were used to advance the racial and ideological facets of the Nazi views.
I thought this bit of information was interesting because it explains why he did so much of his research with twins. He wanted to see also how certain races of people withstood disease.
Steinbacher, Sybille. "Pgs. 113-114, 126-127 and 143." Auschwitz: a History. New York: ECCO, 2005. Print.
Only general information about Josef Mengele, but may add some bits I don't get from other
sources. It did lend credence to other articles and I used it mostly as that.
This was a very short summation of what other cites mentioned.
Larry Neuburger
Eng Comp 101-103
06 July 2011
Annotated Bibliography
Josef Mengele
Ewers, Justin. "Did the Nazis' 'Angel of Death' Leave a Lasting Legacy in Brazil?" Editorial. World War II May 2009: 10-11. EBSCOhost. World War II, May 2009. Web. 03 July 2011.
This article contains information regarding the argument that Josef Mengele could have been
conducting experiments up until the date of his death. The argument is sound, however, it really
will never be known, and it is very curious.
I find this to be an interesting twist, however fictional it may be, to the story of a man who evaded capture for his crimes during WWII.
Forgiving Dr. Mengele. Dir. Bob Hercules and Cheri Pugh. Perf. Eva Kor. Media Process Educational Films, 2005. DVD.
Eva Kor was an identical twin during the Holocaust and was taken to Auschwitz. Only her twin
sister and she survived from their immediate family. They were both part of Dr. Mengele's
experiments.
This woman was persecuted for being a Jew, watched her sister die at an early age due to some mysterious injection she was given in Auschwitz, and because she was using forgiveness as a tool towards peace in her life, she was persecuted by other survivors years later.
Grabowski, John F. Josef Mengele. Farmington Hills: Lucent, 2004. Print.
This book is an autobiography of the man Josef Mengele. It covers his childhood, schooling and how his health was as a child. Certain sections describe how his mother treated him, and it cast some light on how he could be so indifferent to other humans.
This book contains the most extensive information regarding Dr Mengele I have found. It was interesting to find out how strict the Nazi’s were even where their officers marriages were concerned.
"Josef Mengele." United States Holocaust Memorial Museum. United States Holocaust Memorial Museum, 6 Jan. 2011. Web. 02 July 2011.
This article gives a brief introduction to the man Josef Mengele. Also found within this article is
a listing of Josef's background education, and some of his mentors. Towards the end they give a
description of his escape from Germany after the liberation of the Jewish people, and his final
demise in South America.
I think this article was more of a summation of the man Josef Mengele. I found it interesting in that it is one of the few articles about Dr Mengele, that states he was interested in genetics even before the war.
Koren, Yehuda. "MENGELE AND THE FAMILY OF DWARFS." Editorial. History Today Feb. 2005: 32-33. EBSCOhost. History Today, Feb. 2005. Web. 03 July 2011.
This article contains a second source of information concerning experiments Josef Mengele
performed, this time not concerning twins, but on a dwarf family.
I found this article to be interesting in that it gives real insight into the thoughts and fears of the inmates selected by Dr Mengele.
"The Mother." EBSCOhost. Newsweek, 16 Jan. 1995. Web. 03 July 2011.
At the very bottom of this page of text is a story about a woman who was 3 months pregnant
when she arrived at Auschwitz and it describes her meeting with Josef Mengele and the
experiments he subjected her and the baby to.
This is really just a blip in the scheme of things, but it really tells of how utterly pointless some of Dr Mengele’s experiments were, and the lengths a human will go to keep a loved one from pain.
"Nazi Medical Experiments." United States Holocaust Memorial Museum. 06 Jan. 2011. Web. 06 July 2011.
This article explains types of experiments Dr. Mengele was involved in. He was involved in the third category of medical experiments. These were used to advance the racial and ideological facets of the Nazi views.
I thought this bit of information was interesting because it explains why he did so much of his research with twins. He wanted to see also how certain races of people withstood disease.
Steinbacher, Sybille. "Pgs. 113-114, 126-127 and 143." Auschwitz: a History. New York: ECCO, 2005. Print.
Only general information about Josef Mengele, but may add some bits I don't get from other
sources. It did lend credence to other articles and I used it mostly as that.
This was a very short summation of what other cites mentioned.
Monday, June 27, 2011
The Tubes
When it got blazingly, sticky hot in the country we went to the creek. This was an everyday occurrence in the sweltering summer heat. The place we swam was where Bryant Creek meets Double O. There was a sandy gray nondescript concrete slab bridge that met a dusty gravel road on both sides of the river. To allow for water to flow under the bridge it was built over a series of huge, circular aluminum culverts. The locals had aptly named these yawning tunnels ‘The Tubes’. These culverts served as a backwoods water park ride to kids of all sizes and were a blast! You would squat at the opening of a tube and hold onto the top of the arch and let your legs get sucked in by the water and then let go and you would shoot through to the other side from the force of the water. When the river was at its normal volume, the tubes were about one third full. Today was not one of those days. Today, the sparkling blue green water of the Bryant River was way up. Today the tubes were full to capacity and beckoned the water into their gaping mouths from below the water’s surface, creating underwater tornados and making wet sloppy sucking noises.
My youngest cousin, Jennifer, was visiting from the suburbs of Johnson County Kansas. She was used to crystal blue swimming pools and occasionally swimming in a lake. Jennifer was shy. She was always a quiet, reserved girl with not much to say about anything. I was loud, obnoxious, and no one ever accused me of being bashful. We were so different, but we had fun together when we were younger. We had gone to the creek that day to have fun in the river.
Sue, my mother, brought our lint covered, line dried towels down to the rough concrete poured to create a makeshift bank to the river. She warned us to stay as far upstream as we could from the overloaded culverts so we didn’t get sucked in because there was after all a real risk of drowning if one was plugged with debris.
We had been in the water playing for about a half hour, moving away from the culverts several times when Sue would yell at us. I remember looking over my shoulder to check to see how close we were and realized we had gotten very close to the concrete retaining wall that was built to slow the spill of rushing water into the tubes. Most of the time that wall was only halfway under water and intermittently the top of the wall would stick out of the water at the edge of the bridge. Today, however, that retaining wall was completely submerged. I yelled loudly to Jennifer to move back. We fought against the pull of the creek, feet digging into the powdery silt and loose gravel of the river bed, but we didn’t stand a chance against that kind of force. I was around eight years old at the time, tall for my age, and didn’t weigh much. I looked like a walking, talking bean pole. I tried to grab the edge of the jagged, moss covered concrete bank, but it was like trying to grab a greased pig. I was trying to hold on to Jennifer at the same time because she was closer to the culverts. I finally grabbed someone’s leg on shore, and from my look I think they realized what was going on. I couldn’t hold on to Jennifer! Her slender wet hand slipped from mine, and I saw her slip underwater towards the opening under the bridge.
I was screaming her name as I was being hauled out of the water, and Sue came running. She could see that Jennifer was still trying to fight against being sucked into the tubes. But she was underwater, and if she didn’t let go, she would drown. I don’t know if she realized it, or if she just couldn’t hold on anymore and let go. Her tiny body was whipped like a noodle into the second tube.
Sue and I both scurried to the other side of the bridge. Sue ran down the bank on the other side and started crossing the jagged concrete spillway as if to catch Jennifer. I stood on the bridge in a panicked and helpless state. Time had slowed down, and I thought for sure Jennifer was caught under the bridge in a web of tangled tree branches and leaves, or worse, a rusty old piece of a car. Suddenly, like a streak she came shooting out the other side of the bridge. Sue had not made it far enough to catch her and she shot past her into the wider, deeper part of the river. Sue frantically followed her and helped her to the shore. I ran fast down the hardened concrete and through the black sand, but by the time I got to her my knees were wobbly and felt with each new step I would collapse. By the time I reached Jennifer, I was shaking all over. I grabbed her and hugged her as hard as I could, repeating the words, “I’m so sorry”, over and over again into her drenched black curls.
As I let her go, I looked into her stricken ghostly face, and she stared blankly at me. She had thin pink streams of water streaking down her face. Water from her hair was mixed with fresh blood coming from a nasty scrape on her forehead. She turned and walked slowly up the bank like someone sleepwalking in a movie. She turned when she got to the apex of the bridge and headed towards where we had parked the truck. When she got to the truck, she got in her bag that was sitting on the tailgate and pulled something out. I couldn’t tell from a distance what she had needed so badly, but realized as she went to the mirror on the truck and started pulling something through her hair that it was her comb. She was combing her hair. At that moment, I knew that my cousin hated me. How could I have let her go? Why wasn’t I strong enough to pull her out of the water? It was my fault. Jennifer was hurt, and it was entirely my fault. I looked at my mom and started crying. She pulled me into a one armed hug, and we walked up to the bridge. By the time we got to the top, I had confessed I was the reason that Jennifer had gotten hurt, and that I hadn’t been paying attention to how close we were to the bridge, and I couldn’t hold onto her hand and pull her out of the water.
Sue looked at me right in the eye and told me it wasn’t my fault and Jennifer wasn’t mad at me; she was in shock. I had never seen anyone act so strangely. I wasn’t familiar with the effects traumatic events could have on a person. Jennifer combed her hair for at least five minutes with blood running down between her eyes and dripping off her nose. Sue was able to get Jennifer to allow her to wipe up her face and hold a towel to her head, and we packed up the truck and headed home. Jennifer didn’t say anything for about two hours. I wasn’t sure if my mom was right about her not hating me, but I wanted it to be true so badly.
I was upstairs lying down and crying still over what had happened when Jennifer knocked on my door. She wanted to know what I was doing and why I was crying. I told her I was so sorry about what happened at the creek, and I thought she hated me, and I didn’t mean for her to get hurt. She looked at me and told me she knew that. It was an accident. Of course it wasn’t my fault, how silly. I felt the weight of the world lift from my young shoulders and was so relieved I started crying again. I hugged her tight. I was so glad that she was going to be alright.
We didn’t visit the river again during the week that Jennifer was there, but we still had fun in the sun.
My youngest cousin, Jennifer, was visiting from the suburbs of Johnson County Kansas. She was used to crystal blue swimming pools and occasionally swimming in a lake. Jennifer was shy. She was always a quiet, reserved girl with not much to say about anything. I was loud, obnoxious, and no one ever accused me of being bashful. We were so different, but we had fun together when we were younger. We had gone to the creek that day to have fun in the river.
Sue, my mother, brought our lint covered, line dried towels down to the rough concrete poured to create a makeshift bank to the river. She warned us to stay as far upstream as we could from the overloaded culverts so we didn’t get sucked in because there was after all a real risk of drowning if one was plugged with debris.
We had been in the water playing for about a half hour, moving away from the culverts several times when Sue would yell at us. I remember looking over my shoulder to check to see how close we were and realized we had gotten very close to the concrete retaining wall that was built to slow the spill of rushing water into the tubes. Most of the time that wall was only halfway under water and intermittently the top of the wall would stick out of the water at the edge of the bridge. Today, however, that retaining wall was completely submerged. I yelled loudly to Jennifer to move back. We fought against the pull of the creek, feet digging into the powdery silt and loose gravel of the river bed, but we didn’t stand a chance against that kind of force. I was around eight years old at the time, tall for my age, and didn’t weigh much. I looked like a walking, talking bean pole. I tried to grab the edge of the jagged, moss covered concrete bank, but it was like trying to grab a greased pig. I was trying to hold on to Jennifer at the same time because she was closer to the culverts. I finally grabbed someone’s leg on shore, and from my look I think they realized what was going on. I couldn’t hold on to Jennifer! Her slender wet hand slipped from mine, and I saw her slip underwater towards the opening under the bridge.
I was screaming her name as I was being hauled out of the water, and Sue came running. She could see that Jennifer was still trying to fight against being sucked into the tubes. But she was underwater, and if she didn’t let go, she would drown. I don’t know if she realized it, or if she just couldn’t hold on anymore and let go. Her tiny body was whipped like a noodle into the second tube.
Sue and I both scurried to the other side of the bridge. Sue ran down the bank on the other side and started crossing the jagged concrete spillway as if to catch Jennifer. I stood on the bridge in a panicked and helpless state. Time had slowed down, and I thought for sure Jennifer was caught under the bridge in a web of tangled tree branches and leaves, or worse, a rusty old piece of a car. Suddenly, like a streak she came shooting out the other side of the bridge. Sue had not made it far enough to catch her and she shot past her into the wider, deeper part of the river. Sue frantically followed her and helped her to the shore. I ran fast down the hardened concrete and through the black sand, but by the time I got to her my knees were wobbly and felt with each new step I would collapse. By the time I reached Jennifer, I was shaking all over. I grabbed her and hugged her as hard as I could, repeating the words, “I’m so sorry”, over and over again into her drenched black curls.
As I let her go, I looked into her stricken ghostly face, and she stared blankly at me. She had thin pink streams of water streaking down her face. Water from her hair was mixed with fresh blood coming from a nasty scrape on her forehead. She turned and walked slowly up the bank like someone sleepwalking in a movie. She turned when she got to the apex of the bridge and headed towards where we had parked the truck. When she got to the truck, she got in her bag that was sitting on the tailgate and pulled something out. I couldn’t tell from a distance what she had needed so badly, but realized as she went to the mirror on the truck and started pulling something through her hair that it was her comb. She was combing her hair. At that moment, I knew that my cousin hated me. How could I have let her go? Why wasn’t I strong enough to pull her out of the water? It was my fault. Jennifer was hurt, and it was entirely my fault. I looked at my mom and started crying. She pulled me into a one armed hug, and we walked up to the bridge. By the time we got to the top, I had confessed I was the reason that Jennifer had gotten hurt, and that I hadn’t been paying attention to how close we were to the bridge, and I couldn’t hold onto her hand and pull her out of the water.
Sue looked at me right in the eye and told me it wasn’t my fault and Jennifer wasn’t mad at me; she was in shock. I had never seen anyone act so strangely. I wasn’t familiar with the effects traumatic events could have on a person. Jennifer combed her hair for at least five minutes with blood running down between her eyes and dripping off her nose. Sue was able to get Jennifer to allow her to wipe up her face and hold a towel to her head, and we packed up the truck and headed home. Jennifer didn’t say anything for about two hours. I wasn’t sure if my mom was right about her not hating me, but I wanted it to be true so badly.
I was upstairs lying down and crying still over what had happened when Jennifer knocked on my door. She wanted to know what I was doing and why I was crying. I told her I was so sorry about what happened at the creek, and I thought she hated me, and I didn’t mean for her to get hurt. She looked at me and told me she knew that. It was an accident. Of course it wasn’t my fault, how silly. I felt the weight of the world lift from my young shoulders and was so relieved I started crying again. I hugged her tight. I was so glad that she was going to be alright.
We didn’t visit the river again during the week that Jennifer was there, but we still had fun in the sun.
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