Silent Whispers

I sit here in my silent abode, listening to to the crunching of my Skor bar, or is it the sound of the grains of the hour glass; quiet thoughts attempting to surface in print, as to not be time forgot. I finally understand the internal struggle of that funny little yellow bear, as he sits on his special log attempting to search for that unfounded wisdom.


I myself am caught in such a struggle. What do I write? Do I address a chapter, or wait to suffer the pains of unknown conversation; to sound, or not sound, an intellectual amongst my peers? Oh, the conventional wisdom of Samuel Clemens, I shall progress to speak now; hopefully the piercing of emerging thought shall save me later.

Chapter one of Farris deals with "Theory, Research, Practice, Work." It sets out to claim that writing is a transformation of the world, which takes both reflection and action (11). However, this is sometimes overlooked due to the institutional practice pitting theory against the act of teaching (12). As a result of the research-teaching hierarchy, composition is continuously disrespected as a service course (15). In short, Ferry is suggesting that in order to better assist students to become better writers, this position of disrespect needs to change.

Oh, hello again. I didn't know I had visitors. Isn't embarrassing when you get caught talking to yourself?