English121

may. 07.9

What have I learned from this school, this semester? I have learned many new things. Most important I have learned not to fall asleep at a party with your shoes on. Why is this important you may ask? When a person falls asleep at a party with his or her shoes on, it is fair game. What does this mean? Well, it is very possible to wake up with penises drawn on your face. Sharpie permanent markers don’t come off so easy. Never, ever, choose an easy party fail. When do you get to choose a party fail? A party fail is created when you draw a certain card. After this card is drawn it is possible to make a rule. Many use the rule no cursing. I always break this rule. It is very easy to break this rule. It is a very simple rule, which can involves a drinking or a punch. The end result…. well I don’t remember. How does this rule work? 

           Much can be learned about school in a semester. As a student, I have learned many things regarding college. The most important information I have learned; is party rules. At parties, there are many different rules. Not all rules translate from one party to the next. There is one shining rule at all parties. What is this rule? Don’t pass out wearing shoes or sandals. Don’t ever break this rule. Why? It is a party fail. A party fail is when a person breaks a rule set at a party. All party fails have negative actions. Is there corrective behavior for a party fail? Yes. By breaking this party fail, anything can be done to you. A sharpie drawing on a face is often the end result. So what is a party fail? Dont break the rules at aparty,ever. There are very stiff reactions for breaking these rules. Never create a rule that is easy to break. A swift, swig, from a plastic cup should suffice if a party fail is broken.

School is so hectic. What Can I possibly learn from school? Well…… What is most important is life skills learned along the way. Life skills are useful information. I have learned many life skills this semester attending RRCC. Most information I learned was attending parties. Useful knowledge can be picked up at a party.  Waking up, tired and with a hangover from hell, is the average college weekend. Stumbling to the bathroom however; may reveal an awkward reflection in the morning. Who drew on my F@#king face? Damn. This better not be permanent marker! A hot soapy shower is the end result on a night you don’t remember. The remnant of cockeyed penises remains days after the incident. I wore my shoes to bed. I broke the commandment of party fails. Thou shall not sleep with thy shoes on. Who created this rule anyways? All, or if not, most party fails are easy to break. If you don’t remember your night, it is for the best.

Last party I went to was crazy. All parties I attend seem to be crazy. Long nights end with long mornings the day after a party. Pounding headaches and an upset stomach is from a poison, entering the body. The poison has many names. Regardless; I ask myself is this really worth it? Alcohol tends to complicate problems. Alcohol is often called a liquid panty remover. I like to think of alcohol as a lubricant that makes you talk loud, be dumb, and pass out. I think it very strange to consume any liquid in large amounts. Why? It’s stupid. Humans must use alcohol for its so called desirable effects. Alcohol possesses the ability to be a lover, a friend, and an enemy. I have a love hate relationship with alcohol. Alcohol has been the down fall for many good men. Alcohol is like a girl, your mom tells you to stay away from. Stay away how could I.

All parties are strange. Parties are a great place to meet and make friends. However; hangovers are like a ticking time bomb. The next day, most stay in bed and feel grumpy all day. The stomach gets the shakes, and bends. Ooh. I didn’t know I ate hotdogs last night? The heads turns with a marble hitting the sides. The brain has severe confusion, and is in disarray. Is this worth the one fun night for one morning of hell? No. Why alcohol? Why must you torment? Was your name Jose or Jack? I can’t remember? Alcohol makes a person into a friend, a lion, and then a pig. Alcohol makes you friendly, then invincible. Regardless; the next day is spent holding the toilet bowl. Finally you have reached the pig stage. There were desirable effects, while they lasted. Well; I hate to love you, my elixir Alcohol. I must put the red plastic cup down. However; I shall return my friend.

This semester was an eye opening expierence. Not only did i learn revelent english informatiion, i have learned life experience.

April 29 09

English 121

Fire and Renewable Energy

The fire trickles: smoothly, flowing, deeply, cutting, into the terrain like a laser honed to precision. The fire engulfs the landscape with ravenous hunger. Dry pine boughs ignite furiously turning the ground into molten cinder. Swirls of wind provide strength to the monster. Heat from the fire breathed into the forest. Defiance and vigor persist.

Fire is the oldest and most common element on earth. Live is significantly altered by the existence of fire. Fire has many roles in nature, society, past, present, and future. Has fire changed course over time? What role will fire play in the future; especially with regard to renewable energy?

According to Introduction to Fire Prevention written by Robert Klinoff, “Fire is unique.” “What is fire? Fire is rapid, self-sustaining oxidation process accompanied by the evolution of heat and light in varying intensities. Combustion is described as a chemical reaction that releases energy as heat and usually, light. When a substance is undergoing combustion it is on fire. Fire properties, are related to that of rust. Rust is an oxidation process, like fire.”

“Fire was originally believed to be based on three elements being present: fuel, air, heat. Scientists have determined that a fourth component, called the chemical chain reaction, is present in the combustion process. The chain reaction occurs when the chain is broken down by heat. When paper burns, the molecules in the paper (fuel) are broken down by heat, producing chemically reactive species called free radicals, which then combine with the oxidizer. As long as there are fuel oxidizer, and energy, in the appropriate amounts, fire is created.” What does fire mean on a smaller level? How did this affect early people? This extreme science of fire must have bewildered early humans.

To the early human mind, not much was known about fire. Early cave men knew fire to be scary and wild. Fire is a distinct element. The first fire must have been seen in the form of molten lava, or lightening. This new element must have been terrifying. Upon first contact, direct flame burned. Flames inherently cast heat. Who was the first human to harness fire? Regardless; humans adapted and cultivated the use of fire. Early fires purpose, was used primarily for cooking and heating purposes. Over time, fires use was not changed until the development of the internal combustion engine.

The internal combustion engine was an ingenious leap in technology. According to About.com: inventors, in 1680, a Dutch physicist, Christian Huygens designed (but never built) an internal combustion engine that was to be fueled with gunpowder. Over time this idea was used to significantly change the modern world. An internal combustion engine is any engine that uses the explosive combustion of fuel to push a piston within a cylinder - the piston’s movement turns a crankshaft that then turns the car wheels via a chain or a drive shaft. The different types of fuel commonly used for car combustion engines are gasoline (or petrol), diesel, and kerosene. These fuels are used as a propellant. Today’s engine turns over with momentum. Fuel is vaporized via combustion from a spark plug.

This technology revolutionized modern living. The production and techniques used in farming were greatly increased. Virgo, supply exceeds demand. This great use of technology comes at a cost however.Co2 a carbon emission, is expelled in the common tail pipe. Recent studies have shown that Co2 is a contributor to the depletion of the ozone. According to Earth Observatory.nasa.gov, “One in a new generation of computer climate models that include the effects of Earth’s carbon cycle indicates there are limits to the planet’s ability to absorb increased emissions of carbon dioxide.”

“If current production of carbon from fossil fuels continues unabated, by the end of the century the land and oceans will be less able to take up carbon than they are today, the model indicates.”

“If we maintain our current course of fossil fuel emissions or accelerate our emissions, the land and oceans will not be able to slow the rise of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere the way they’re doing now,” said Inez Y. Fung at the University of California, Berkeley, who is director of the Berkeley Atmospheric Sciences Center, co-director of the new Berkeley Institute of the Environment, and professor of earth and planetary science and of environmental science, policy and management. “It’s all about rates. If the rate of fossil fuel emissions is too high, the carbon storage capacity of the land and oceans decreases and climate warming accelerates.”

What does this mean? We as humans, have to create of find a new alternative fuel sources. The new replacement technology must be more earth friendly. Will fire be used in this new technology? What is this new technology? How will this new technology be used? I believe this new technology will not include the use of fire. The new technology will be powered by wind, hydrogen, battery, and solar powered devices. How do these devices work?

According to How stuff Works .com, an electric car is a car powered by an electric motor rather than a gasoline engine. From the outside, you would probably have no idea that a car is electric. In most cases, electric cars are created by converting a gasoline-powered car, and in that case it is impossible to tell. When you drive an electric car, often the only thing that clues you in to its true nature is the fact that it is nearly silent. Under the hood, there are a lot of differences between gasoline and electric cars. The electric motor gets its power from a controller. The controller gets its power from an array of rechargeable batteries. This system is pretty reliable, and very simple. Very different from how hydro gen works.

Hydrogen cars are very complex. Hydrogen systems work off a system of fuel cells. In lament terms, electricity is used to turn H2o, water into hydrogen. Hydrogen is a fuel. Exhaust emissions is the common element water. This is a real earth friendly product. No carbon dioxide emissions, which are primarily responsible for atmospheric pollution. According to www.newcarpark.com there will be no more reliance on scarce and depleting fossil fuels. No more cold-weather trouble. Hydrogen-powered cars are compatible to cold weather. Hydrogen-powered cars are similar to normal cars. They are low on noise as well as vibrations. What’s not great about hydrogen power? Hydrogen-powered cars are here to stay. Other earth friendly products include wind-power.

How does wind power work? Wind turbines convert the kinetic energy in the wind into mechanical power. This mechanical power can be used for specific tasks (such as grinding grain or pumping water) or a generator can convert this mechanical power into electricity. So how do wind turbines make electricity? Simply stated, a wind turbine works the opposite of a fan. Instead of using electricity to make wind, like a fan, wind turbines use wind to make electricity. The wind turns the blades, which spin a shaft, which connects to a generator and makes electricity. Wind turbines are very simple however; they are not cost effective. Eventually we will be able to harness more power from them. Current technology does not allow for very much electricity production. With progression, we must work hard to overcome.

In the future, I believe there will be wind turbines as far as the eye can see. Hydrogen and battery powered cars will line the streets. Human kind will acknowledge, and treat our earth respectably. For now the few and the proud; will have to make strides towards a green earth. One person at a time will make a difference. Just like fire, human beings must adapt and evolve.

 I don’t believe our earliest ancestors fully comprehended water.  I wonder when the first human took a sip of water?  What did this early human experience. Did the liquid linger upon the tongue with vigor? Did this human have predisposed knowledge that water was necessary for life. All are questions lost in time;therefore we should look into the future.

What will water bring us in the future? Where will we go this this secret miracle of life. Will we take this elixir to distant  galaxies to cultivate life. Mabey  in my lifetime ,I will understand the many uses for water. Water feeds streams.Water feeds rivers. Water feeds farmland.Water starts life and ends its life in a never ending circle. Water has much magnitude and force. One simple drop can do so much.

Water I believe, will be the new energy source for our children. We must leave a legacy behind.The hydrogen car although it often incorporates some of the same elements. To fuel a hydrogen car from water, a energy  power plant is used to generate hydrogen by electricity.Hydrogen is then either burned in the car’s engine or merged with oxygen to create water via a fuel cell. The car ultimately receives its energy from the power plant, with the hydrogen acting as an energy carrier.

            A summer cottage sits peacefully on a crested hill; as fire stampedes ever closer. The heat dozen of feet away, ignites the wood siding on the west side. The caloric intake of the fire increases rapidly. The cold drawn steel holding the cabins decking begins to tighten and flex in the fires path. At 800 degrees Fahrenheit the steel fails. The decking crashes and is consumed by the beast.

            The fire begins to trace the window seal, like that of a finger caressing a lover leg. The window pane begins to heat; and is darkened by the kiss of the flame. The glass tears shattering into jagged pieces. The cabin breathes. Leaping: furiously, ravaging, flames, crawl up the curtains. Completely relaxing, the cabin surrenders to the evitable.

The fire continues slowly pulsating towards life. The fire looks into the horizon, for to look back is death. In a raging wildfire, the best place to be is in a burn area. In a burn area there is fuel to consume. It is theoretically, the safest place to be. Nevertheless; the fire sweeps towards its ultimate demise.

            The road ahead stretches in front of the oncoming fire. The fire’s life how ever brief has now ended. The path of salvation is now riddled with embers. Some embers slowly fizzle, while others persist. A fallen aspen smolders, as it continues to engulf. The once peaceful valley is now scorched with ash.

            Ash in the valley slowly moves away, carried by the wind. The once scorching heat warms and soon dissipates. The destruction is now serene and still. Cold Dewey air moves into the still valley. Precipitation layers the black ground. Life that was given was used rapidly, with youth, and flickered to death in its short existence.

            Darkness consumes. Slowly the dark valley gives way to light. The dead valley slowly becomes fertile. Death and decay makes way to green, and life. Carbon feeds all life in the burn zone. Green shoots slowly pierce the glazed ground. Life triumphs in death.

       Government stay out! Let our economy level out and rebound.I believe government should take a hands off approach with our current collapse of so called free markets. Free markets should be free from regulated government control. Capital was established for the people by the people.Our country should support communism. Why? Our capital is driven like that of a communist country.If you cant beat them join them.Nothing matters. We are all just ignorant fools living in a dark cave. To see the light, we must first know it.

Mar.24.09

English 121

A day to Remember

It was a lonesome cold night when a call was received regarding my grandfather. Arriving at the nursing home, my uncle took me and my brother aside. “Now is the time to say goodbye,” said my uncle. My grandfather was very sick and had gotten pneumonia. He had also developed sepsis in his blood. My aunt, a doctor, explained, “His time here was narrowing.” “I expect he has about five days to live the most.” This news hit hard, but didn’t sink. I walked in and told my grandpa I loved him. I never thought that this would be the last night I would speak to him.

Say goodbye, how could I? To me my grandfather was superman. He was more than a grandfather; he was my dad. Superman is invincible, or so I thought. The thought and sight of watching a once very strong man wilted away haunted me. I didn’t want to see my grandfather die. I remember wanting to remember my grandfather the way he was. The vice grips of sickness had changed the personality and likeness of him. The last thing I wanted was to remember the sight of him holding on to life.

Thoughts flashed in my head of early childhood. I remembered me age three, helping my grandfather roof. Grandpa did all the hard work. I was my grandfather’s eager apprentice .I felt proud holding his hammer and box of nails. I was fully equipped with a hat and tool belt. Grandpa expressed kind words, patience, and love, when teaching me.

Brrrinng, the loud sound of the phone stirred me from my dreams.”Get over to see your grandpa now!” said my mom. The car tires screamed, as my sister and I pulled into the nursing home. My grandpa’s condition had changed during the night. I walked in and went straight to his room. Entering, I could see a room filled with family members. I turned to see my grandfather. I remember the sight of him dying. It looked as if he was holding on with all his might. I remember praying for my grandfather the night before, but my prayers seemed unanswered. I kissed my grandfather’s forehead, my last memory I have of him. Telling him I loved him, I said goodbye.

My grandpa died on a frigid January night. He waited for his grandchildren to leave, before he passed away by his children’s side. On the day of his funeral, the wind had a wicked taste upon my shivering body. The sky was darkened with a dull shade of gray. Grass at the cemetery was bent and frozen stiff. I believe the coldness reflected the udder sadness god felt for taking away such a great man. Certain words come to mind when describing my grandfather; happy humble and truthful. However, words that describe can’t define, or let you know what type of a man he was.

His death seemed to echo like a drop of water into a deep crevasse that was once filled with hope and love. The next day we visited the nursing home where he had lived. We had to clean his room for the next occupant. Entering the nursing home where my grandfather died was deep and piercing. The nursing home that once echoed with love and warmth was now solemnly quiet. A sense of nothingness could be felt in the nursing home.

Papo’s room once filled with pictures of loved ones now felt dead. Without the man, the room was completely and utterly empty. When grandpa was alive, his presence made his room fill homely, warm, and accepting. The sights and sounds defined by his room made me hurt. My heart seemed empty and I felt the sense of what it is like to truly be alone.

My grandfather was never defined by his possessions; rather he was defined by what he gave. My grandfather left all the best parts of him with the family he loved. Dreams are what you make of them and accomplishments are what you work towards. Love is the most important. Love is a bond that can never be broken. Love persists even after time here on earth is gone. My Grandfather was more than a teacher, he was my father. He made me a man and formed my ideals and values. Never mind time, love will persist forever.

1. ROUGH DRAFT of 5 to 7 well developed paragraphs due by 3/19

A     B     C     D     F

Comment:

2. Rough draft REVISIONS & REWRITES (changes made between rough and final drafts) and GRAMMAR PROOFS

A     B     C     D     F

Comment:

3. Engaging and effective INTRODUCTION and CONCLUSION

A     B     C     D     F

Comment:

4. Efficient TOPIC STATEMENT indirectly (or informally) suggesting the theme or focus of your essay

A     B     C     D     F

Comment:

5. Overall PARAGRAPHING w/ multiple DEVELOPMENT STRATEGIES & effective TOPIC SENTENCES & fluid TRANSITIONS

A     B     C     D     F

Comment:

6. Zero tolerance for RUN-ONS

A     B     C     D     F

Comment:

7. Zero tolerance for erroneous FRAGMENTS

A     B     C     D     F

Comment:

8. Zero tolerance for PRONOUN-ANTECEDENT AGREEMENT errors

A     B     C     D     F

Comment:

9. Intelligent choice of ACTIVE VERBS w/ zero tolerance for erroneous instances of the PASSIVE VOICE

A     B     C     D     F

Comment:

10. Overall STYLE, CREATIVITY & VOICE with thoughtful and original FIGURATIVE LANGUAGE

A     B     C     D     F

Comment:

FINAL GRADE:     A     B     C     D     F

1. ROUGH DRAFT of 5 to 7 well developed paragraphs due by 3/19

A     B     C     D     F

Comment:

2. Rough draft REVISIONS & REWRITES (changes made between rough and final drafts) and GRAMMAR PROOFS

A     B     C     D     F

Comment:

3. Engaging and effective INTRODUCTION and CONCLUSION

A     B     C     D     F

Comment:

4. Efficient TOPIC STATEMENT indirectly (or informally) suggesting the theme or focus of your essay

A     B     C     D     F

Comment:

5. Overall PARAGRAPHING w/ multiple DEVELOPMENT STRATEGIES & effective TOPIC SENTENCES & fluid TRANSITIONS

A     B     C     D     F

Comment:

6. Zero tolerance for RUN-ONS

A     B     C     D     F

Comment:

7. Zero tolerance for erroneous FRAGMENTS

A     B     C     D     F

Comment:

8. Zero tolerance for PRONOUN-ANTECEDENT AGREEMENT errors

A     B     C     D     F

Comment:

9. Intelligent choice of ACTIVE VERBS w/ zero tolerance for erroneous instances of the PASSIVE VOICE

A     B     C     D     F

Comment:

10. Overall STYLE, CREATIVITY & VOICE with thoughtful and original FIGURATIVE LANGUAGE

A     B     C     D     F

Comment:

FINAL GRADE:     A     B     C     D     F

It was a lonesome cold night when I recieved a call regarding my grandfather. As I arrived at the nursing home, my uncle took me and my brother aside. “Now is the time to say goodbye” he lamented . My grandfather was very sick and had gotten pneumonia and had septic blood. My aunt a doctor, explained “his time here was narrowing.” “He has about three to five days to live.” I went in and told my grandpa I loved him and I would see him tomorrow. I knew there was nothing more I could do for my grandfather.Plagued with guilt I went out with friends. I came to the realization, what if this was my last good bye.

Say goodbye, how could I. To me my grandfather was superman. He was more than a grandfather he was my dad. Superman is invincible, or so I thought. The thought and sight of watching a once very strong man wielded away haunted me. I didn’t want to see my grandfather die. I remember wanting to remember my grandfather the way he was.The vice grips of sickness had change the personality and likeness of him. The last thing I wanted was to remember the sight of him holding on to life.

Bring, bring, the loud sound of the phone stirred me from my dreams.”Get over to see your grandpa now” said my mom. My grandpa’s condition had changed during the night. I remember the sight of him dying. It looked as if he was holding on with all his might. I remember praying for my grandfather the night before.My prayers seemed unanswered. I said goodbye. I kissed my grandfather’s forehead, my last memory I have of him.

My grandpa died on a frigid January night. He waited for his grandchildren to leave, before he passed away by his children’s side. On the day of his funeral, the wind had a wicked taste upon my shivering body.I believe the coldness reflected the udder sadness god felt for taking away such a great man. Certain words come to mind when describing my grandfather, happy humble and truthful. However,words that describe cant define, or let you know what type of a man he was.

His death seemed to echo like a drop of water into a deep crevasse that was once filled with hope and love. After his funeral, the next day his family met to clean out his room for the next occupant.Entering the nursing home where my grandfather died was deep and piercing. The nursing home that once echoed with love and warmth was now solemnly quiet. The sense of nothingness could be felt.

Papo’s room once filled with pictures of loved ones now felt dead. With out the man the room was completely and utterly empty. When alive his presence alone made his room fill homely, warm and accepting. The sights and sounds defined by his room made me hurt. My heart seemed empty and I felt the sense of what it is like to truly be alone.

My grandfather was never defined by his possessions, rather he was defined by what he gave. My grandfather left all the best parts of him with the family he loved. Dreams are what you make of them and accomplishments are what you work towards. Love is most important. Love is a bond that can never be broken. Love persists even after our time here on earth is gone. My Grandfather was more than that, he was a teacher and my father.He made me a man and formed my ideals and values. Never mind time, love will persist forever.

]]> http://bigpappa30.wordpress.com/2009/03/25/work-for-2nd-paper-saved-draft/feed/ 0 bigpappa30 http://bigpappa30.wordpress.com/2009/03/10/rough-draft-paper-two/ http://bigpappa30.wordpress.com/2009/03/10/rough-draft-paper-two/#comments Tue, 10 Mar 2009 21:42:27 +0000 bigpappa30 http://bigpappa30.wordpress.com/?p=60 ]]>          It was a lonesome cold night when I recieved  a call regarding my grandfather. As I arrived at the nursing home, my uncle took me and my brother aside. ”Now is the time  to say goodbye”  he lamented . My grandfather was very sick and had gotten pneumonia and had septic blood. My aunt a doctor, explained  “his time here was narrowing.” “He has about three to five days to live.”  I went in and told my grandpa I loved him and I would see him tomorrow.  I knew there was nothing more I could do for my grandfather.Plagued with guilt I went out with friends. I came to the realization, what if this was my last good bye.

  Say goodbye, how could I. To me my grandfather was superman. He was more than a grandfather he was my dad. Superman is invincible, or so I thought. The thought and sight of watching a once very strong man wielded away haunted me. I didn’t want to see my grandfather die. I remember wanting to remember my grandfather the way he was.The vice grips of sickness had change the personality and likeness of him. The last thing I wanted was to remember the sight of him holding on to life.

    Bring, bring, the loud sound of  the phone stirred me from my dreams.”Get over to see your grandpa now” said my mom. My grandpa’s condition had changed during the night. I remember the sight of him dying. It looked as if he was holding on with all his might. I remember praying for my grandfather the night before.My prayers seemed unanswered. I said goodbye. I kissed my grandfather’s forehead, my last memory I have of him.

        My grandpa died on a frigid January night. He waited for his grandchildren to leave, before he passed away by his children’s side. On the day of his funeral, the wind had a wicked taste upon my shivering body.I believe the coldness reflected the udder sadness god felt for taking away such a great man. Certain words come to mind when describing my grandfather, happy humble and truthful. However,words that describe cant define, or let you know what type of a man he was.

      His death seemed to echo like a drop of water into a deep crevasse that was once filled with hope and love.  After his funeral,  the next day his family met to clean out his room for the next occupant.Entering the nursing home where my grandfather died was deep and piercing. The nursing home that once echoed with love and warmth was now solemnly quiet. The sense of nothingness could be felt.

      Papo’s room once filled with pictures of loved ones now felt dead. With out the man the room was completely and utterly empty. When alive his presence alone made his room fill homely, warm and accepting. The sights and sounds defined by his room made me hurt. My heart seemed empty and I felt the sense of what it is like to truly be alone.

      My grandfather was never defined by his possessions, rather he was defined by what he gave. My grandfather left all the best parts of him with the family he loved. Dreams are what you make of them and accomplishments are what you work towards. Love is most important. Love is a bond that can never be broken. Love  persists even after our time here on earth is gone. My Grandfather was more than that, he was a teacher and my  father.He made me a man and formed my ideals and values. Never mind time, love will persist forever.

Men and boys are the same. Men care about  trucks, tools, dirt, and bugs. We are refined beautiful creatures.  We love nail polish and handbags.Men are barbarian pigs. Men are irresponsible cheaters that govern our society.When a man sleeps around it is considered fine. When I do it society calls me a whore and a slut. So there you go, I will scream from the highest roof top I am a whore. Coming back down from the stairs of oppression I slowly return to a grace of femininity. In a mans world I am defined and put in a category.To a man all I am is a good time.See past the boobs and ass you pig.

Can I be a well respected Doctor? Can I be a great  Surgeon? Can I be an architect? Can I  be a well educated philosopher? No not in a mans world. I will never be truly respected in a mans world.

How are you doing Jessica? It seems like you having trouble at work lately. It might be your word choices that make you sound very ignorant. There is a distinct difference in how you should talk to your boss. It is not proper to talk the way you talk at home in the office. When talking to you boss, you can’t say “I am going down to the hizzy, for shizzy to open up that rator and get skunk”. Instead the proper word phrasing would be, I thinking I am going home to get something to eat from the icebox. There needs to be proper distinction in your word choices. When talking to your boss, bring up the idea of a raise rather than forcing the idea on him. Using concise language will tell your boss that you are deserving of the raise. Bring up that it is your opinion that you believe you are deserving of such a raise because of your dedication at work. Inform him that you have a great opposition, and work ethic. When using proper word choices you will not confuse your bosses at work. Master your wording at home and at work. I you have time darling can you perhaps wash the dishes.