If you managed to get your third paper uploaded to webct, then I've responded to it.
Third paper responses
If your third paper is stuck on your blog still, then it will take me a little while longer to respond. I will post my comments directly on the blog, so keep changing. Right now I'm hiding out, responding to these, but my wife will be awake soon (she is feeding our new daughter all night and is exhausted) so I need to get home and try and find the time to respond later today during the kids naptime.
[currently listening to: The Ghost of Tom Joad]
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My responses to your second paper, doubting/believing.
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For the most part I left comments as footnotes within the body of your paper. Please let me know if you have any trouble reading them.
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For the most part I left comments as footnotes within the body of your paper. Please let me know if you have any trouble reading them.
Momaday, Scott. The Way to Rainy Mountain.
A single knoll rises out of the plain in Oklahoma, north and west of the Wichita Range. For my people, the Kiowas, it is an old landmark, and they gave it the name Rainy Mountain. The hardest weather in the world is there. Winter brings blizzards, hot tornadic winds arise in the spring, and in the summer the prairie is an anvil's edge. The grass turns brittle and brown, and it cracks beneath you feet....At a distance in July or August the steaming foliage seems to writhe in fire. Great green and yellow grasshoppers are everywhere in the tall grass, popping up like corn to sting the flesh, and tortoises crawl about on the red earth, going nowhere in the plenty of time.
A single knoll rises out of the plain in Oklahoma, north and west of the Wichita Range. For my people, the Kiowas, it is an old landmark, and they gave it the name Rainy Mountain. The hardest weather in the world is there. Winter brings blizzards, hot tornadic winds arise in the spring, and in the summer the prairie is an anvil's edge. The grass turns brittle and brown, and it cracks beneath you feet....At a distance in July or August the steaming foliage seems to writhe in fire. Great green and yellow grasshoppers are everywhere in the tall grass, popping up like corn to sting the flesh, and tortoises crawl about on the red earth, going nowhere in the plenty of time.