Argument paper

I will use the topic of should their be a salary cap in baseball.

Outline

1. Describe TKE, founding, history, nationals
-how I am qualified to review, friends in other fraternities, visits to other chapters in Florida
-present criteria that will be used in paper

2. Evaluation of TKE, good and bad
3. Criteria:
- Campus involvement
-chapter size
-athletic prowess
-money raised for charities and community service
4. even though TKE lacks in these areas it is still a good fraternity because…

Review Criteria

While there are many fraternities out there, when looking for the one for you there of course are certain criteria to look for. The first criteria you need to identify when out searching for a fraternity would have to be campus involvement. The reason you need to assess the fraternities’ campus involvement is because this is where you can get involved and make strides around the campus or community, it also opens up opportunities for the fraternity itself and makes the public image of the fraternity much better. Another criterion to look for would be the size of the chapter you are thinking about joining, this is important because a smaller fraternity has a harder time getting things accomplished and is not as well respected, while at the other end of the spectrum a fraternity that is too large usually impedes true brotherhood because members don’t even know all of the brothers in their chapter very well. The third criteria would be athletic prowess, everyone likes to win and if you join a fraternity you want it to also be a winner at sports as well as events such as sorority philanthropies, its important because it again shows that your fraternity is talented and it helps at rush to say that you play well in sports. The fourth criteria is money raised for charities/community service, this is very important you want to have a well rounded fraternity that not only has fun but also helps out the community around it again helping the overall image of the fraternity.

Audience

The audience for my paper about Tau Kappa Epsilon Fraternity would mostly consist of incoming freshman males at UCF, ages 17-19. Also part of the audience would consist of male sophomores and juniors already attending UCF from the age range of 19-21. These guys would probably be the social type who wants to meet more people and probably party (because that’s the common stereotype of fraternities)but when rushing would find out that fraternities are much more than just parties they would find it also involves philanthropic work, leadership opportunities and campus involvement. If this is not something they would be interested in then they probably wouldn’t be the right person for a fraternity and they would figure that out very quickly. Whether or not the afore stated obligations fit them or not would be a great measurement of their character. But with fraternities there is always the business aspect and the social aspect and when it comes to rush it is up to the person rushing to find the balance that fits them best. They would probably rush with friends they already have say from high school or who they have met through classes while attending UCF what their friends believe in or are interested in would not necessarily dictate what fraternity they would choose either because everyone is different so while they are friends they may not necessarily got to the same fraternity. What could hurt someone in not knowing when rushing is that not everyone in a fraternity gets along, there are cliques or groups of people who are better friends than other groups, it is just human nature most people do not realize this fact when rushing. In order to keep up with what fraternity might fit them best before rush would to check out the IFC website and check records of who has won what and who has raised money for charities or done community service lately. They would most likely when rushing be looking at the benefits of a fraternity as being creating close bonds with a group of men that would last forever, having that person that would always be there for you, or maybe just a drinking buddy. Whatever they would be looking for they could find and hopefully directly benefit from in joining a fraternity whether it be getting involved on campus or doing community service or finding great brotherhood.

Plagiarism 101

1. We give number one a 2, and it most likely has a high potential to become plagiarism because if one is running behind and doesnt get done the potential is there to copy the others paper. We dont beleive it is justfiable because they chose the same topic as each other, they were not asssigned the same topic. In this instance it does because there essays were due at the same time for the same class and people are encouraged to study together in groups.

2. We give number two a 1, although it has high potential to become plagiarism because if he takes any lines used in the speech and uses them in the paper or vice versa it will be plagiarism. We believe it is fair because he has a heavy workload so he is using the same topic for two different assignments.

3. We give number 3 a 0 but it has very high potential for being plagiarism, the person could very well take the work already used and use it themself. We beleive its also fair because there is no reason you cant just look at someone else is work you do that everyday reading a textbook.
The university contributes to this by having an open forum online class.

4. We give number 4 a 4 also has a high potential for being plagiarism obviously, But not justifiable the person took anothers work and used it for there own work. University contributes by having open forum online class.

5. We give number 5 a 0, not plagiarism its copyright infringement.

Thomas Piggott
Jourdan Ducat
Erik Rodriguez

For my paper I will be doing a review of Tau Kappa Epsilon fraternity.

Best Thesis Paragraph Ever

It was a year ago this past august that I began attending UCF, and it was about a week later I understood why everyone complained about how bad parking is at UCF. Although parking is horrendous this is not the main focus of this paper, it more or less emphasizes a point that will be made in due time. About a week or two after classes started fraternity rush kicked off, and in wanting to meet a lot of people quickly I rushed and joined a fraternity. In doing this I began spending a lot of time in the student union for lunch, hanging out with the current brothers and getting to know them. This is when the problem was realized: not enough seating in the student union. This may seem like an insignificant predicament but it just reinforces the fact that UCF is overpopulated and ill-suited to accommodate all the students it houses. Going back to the previous example of not enough parking here is another problem not enough seats in the library next to power outlets for laptops these shortcomings reinforce the significance of one of the biggest yet unnoticed tribulations at UCF, seating in the student union.

The Hypocrisy Bowl Answers

1. The trend that the article focuses on is the hypocritical nature of the media concerning football/sporting events and the sexual nature of a super bowl halftime show.
2. The author does give an interesting introduction, he points out all the messages football sends to the viewer ex. Men hitting each other, scantily clad cheerleaders, animals selling alcohol in ads.
3. The author does explain the context of the issue, and that is what makes all the controversy seem very hypocritical. The author goes pretty in depth analyzing what happened and having many quotes form primary sources regarding the issue. This signifies that the author intended this to be read by people who wanted to know the whole story and maybe formulate their own opinions.
4. The possible causes of the trend that the author explores could be for one the American people themselves being overly critical, they find it acceptable to have cheerleaders paraded around at football games hardly wearing anything but when during a musical performance a woman’s breast is exposed not even fully the country flips out. People need to take a look at their own views on what is acceptable and not acceptable and realize there isn’t much of a difference.
5. The author illustrates his belief in a similar way to me by poking fun at how hypocritical the people who were upset by this were.
6. The author’s stance is that the culture surrounding football needs a reality check and needs to take a step back and look at themselves and at what is wrong and right in regards to objectifying women.
7. The author sees significance in this event in that the hypocrisy goes far beyond this one event , it’s in every sport it’s in politics and government, and what it’s doing is leaving a culture in his words “naked”

Letter to Jamal

Dear Jamal,

Being here at UCF has been great, I have made a lot of friends and had a lot of good times. But I have also encountered a few things that UCF could improve on. There are 52,000 students attending UCF yet in the student union, where the majority of people go to eat lunch, there are only around 200 seats. This for me and for many other students is a huge problem. I in particular get to campus around 12:30, which happens to be right smack dab in the middle of the lunch rush. Since I am in a fraternity I normally will eat with 2 to 6 guys maybe even more, if I am lucky when I get there someone will already have grabbed a table. Although on most days this is not the case, normally we will get in there get our lunch and then look around and not see a table unoccupied in sight. This has been a problem ever since I have attended UCF last fall and in speaking with some of my friends it’s been going on even longer than that. So we have to wait for someone to get up and then the mad dash begins to get to the open table. The funny thing is there will be at least ten tables that have one student sitting at them, so instead of four people at that table there is only one. The question then becomes how come there are no tables specifically for single or doubles? The answer maybe UCF thinks that people would share the seats, but this does not happen. The thing is Lindsey it is not just the seating in the union its everywhere you look, there is not enough parking nor is there enough seating in the library. UCF Is now the third largest school in the United States and the administration has done nothing to expand. If this trend keeps up there will be very unhappy students at UCF…well more unhappy students at UCF.

Sincerely,
Shaun

How many seats are in the union? 200ish

What’s the busiest time in the union? 11:30-1:00

How many students go to UCF? 52,000

Why aren’t there tables for single or double seating? Administration may assume that people would share tables.

How long has this been a problem? Since fall of ’07 since she’s been going here

How do you know what you know? Because she’s been here since the fall of ’07 and eating in the union

Who are you to the subject? Student who eats in the union.

How is this event connected to others? It’s a recurring pattern, from parking to seating in the library, to seating in the union.

What if things were different? More people would probably eat in the union and less people would be in the walkways.

Why is this important? It shows that UCF is overcrowded and doesn’t have the facilities to accommodate the growing student population.

Issue Development paragraph

It is 12:30 in garage D I’m cruising up to the 2nd floor to try and find a place to park. I do not even have class until 1:30 but I have to get to campus an hour early to be able to get a parking spot. But this commentary isn’t about parking; it is about what I do after I park. I head to the student union to meet some of my fraternity brothers for lunch and wait to head to class. Here is where the problem lies, finding a seat in the union at lunch time. It is terrible there are about 5 maybe 6 guys sometimes even more than that, we get our lunch and walk to the seating area and look around. Not a table open in sight inside or outside, it is just like the parking at UCF not enough of it, yet this problem goes unnoticed. Then the race begins when that one kid who takes up a whole table by his or herself finishes there lunch and begins to stand, you tell the person standing closest to the table “get it, get it”. With any luck you might get the table or maybe someone beat you to it either way something needs to be done in the union to accommodate more people, we are the 3rd largest school in the country now, the administration cannot stand at the status quo the campus has to get larger and the Student Union is where it needs to start.

Brainstorm Commentary

1. Student Union Seating- I know from the experience of going to UCF or a year and being in a fraternity that likes to hang out in the union that there are not enough tables in their. To find a table is a real struggle.



2. Parking Irony- UCF knows how bad parking is yet they take away the VAB parking lot for another Arts building, which ironically enough has programs being cut.



3. Tent City- 2 weeks ago people set up tents out on memory mall for a few days, I dont know if this ever happens on any other campuses but it seems pretty unique to UCF.

One day at the beach

7:00 in the morning on a Saturday, I feel a strong, aged hand on my shoulder, "wake up, get dressed, let’s go the boards are loaded" my dad tells me. I slide out of bed and throw on my Mexican fiesta inspired board shorts and a plain white shirt and head downstairs into darkness. 3 hours later, I have arrived; my proving ground is waiting for me. I open the golden Dodge Ram 1500 door and like a slap in the face it hits me, that salty aroma and beautiful sound of waves crashing on the shore that can be found nowhere else but here, here at this place, this place were until today I had known nothing but agonizing defeat. My bare feet when stepping out onto the smoldering pavement are at first met with the nice warmth of pavement that has been shaded by the newly arrived truck. But that nice, almost friendly warmth has turned into a ground that has been repeatedly scorched by the sun. My experience although pays off when I stick to the painted canary yellow parking lines that are not nearly as blistering as that unforgiving asphalt road under the cloudless, clear blue sky. After throwing away my gourmet McDonald's leftovers, I make my way onto the lightly sanded boardwalk, flanked by sea oats, to check the lineup and find a good break. After about 25 yards I'm at the end of the boardwalk, I look to my left at the weather worn once white lifeguard stand that's perched just out of reach of high tide to check the warning flag, its yellow, medium warning...perfect day. As I gaze out at the beach in front of me, to the left there are the typical fisherman wading out into waste high water and right in front of me some kids bobbing up and down in there pink floaties, but then I spot it on the right, my break. That beautiful bluish green water smashing against itself and creating that off-white foam that only waves make, this is the place, today is the day, the day I will catch and ride my first wave.

As I made my way back to the truck to grab my 6'10" Rusty Piranha surfboard I started to feel the nerves in my stomach, you know the ones that are more out of anticipation rather than fear. Nonetheless I was ready to go out and catch some waves it had been a month since the last time I attempted the feat and I was ready to face the challenge head on, again. I got back to the truck and with my left hand grabbed my feather light board out of the back of the truck, after that I picked up our blue and white Hawaiian flower patterned beach bag (normally it houses our cell phones and wax for the boards). Now the trek back through the sea oat forest began again, we headed to the beach over the sandy planks of the boardwalk to the spot I had scouted mere minutes before. As we got to the edge of the pearly white sand I kicked off my tan Rainbow sandals and picked them up with my empty right hand and headed to that sacred spot. The sand was searing hot on my unaccustomed feet, so for every step I buried my feet down under the surface where the temperature was much cooler. My calves were already aching from walking through the sand but just as I thought I could go no further we had arrived at our goal, I set down my board that was safely encased in its silver padded bag and put down the beach bag next to it, my father did the same except he set down our blue cooler next to his board. I proceeded to remove my board from its bag careful not to get any sand in the already present wax from the last time we had ventured to the east coast and then sat it down on top of my board bag. After getting my board out and placing it on my bag I grabbed a bar of sex wax from out of the Hawaiian flowered bag and began waxing my board. I covered the board in a figure eight pattern to make sure I got every part of it; I would need that grip when out in the clear blue water. I checked with my dad to make sure I had enough wax on my board and after getting the okay I began to stretch out my muscles so as to not pull anything or get hurt when surfing. I began by stretching out my legs, simple stuff just bending over and grabbing my ankles to stretch out my Achilles tendon, then some butterflies.

Once all the preparations were done I was ready to go out into the big sapphire ocean. The last step before the run into the sea was to attach my clear leash that connects me to my surfboard and then I was ready to go. For a minute or two I stood down where the water meets the sand just letting it lap against my side, waiting for that opportunistic moment in between sets when I can jump onto my board and start paddling out beyond the break. Then it came, one set of three waves had just ended and I could see another building in the distance this was my chance, I jumped onto my glowing white board, flat on my stomach I plunged my right arm into the ocean and pushed back with all my strength. I was moving with every paddle of my arms left then right then left, with every fiber of strength I was paddling harder and harder I had to get out past the break or suffer the consequence of having a wave crash down like an anvil on top of my head. It was going to be close; the wave was building right on top of me, I paddled like there was no tomorrow. I climbed to the top of the waves crest; I had made it over before it broke. Once at the top as I was about to make my descent I put my arms out in front of me on the board and pushed my chest away, so as not to hit my chin on the board once it made contact with the water again.

Now that I was safely beyond the breaking waves I could relax and wait for that choice wave that I wanted to pluck from the ocean and ride into shore. I sat up on my board but only for a little while because out of the vast blue came my set, the one I had been waiting for. I would not take the first wave because generally it’s not the best out of the bunch so I waited on the second and when it came I got back down on my stomach lying flat. While the wave was a few feet still behind me I began to paddle, out in front of the wave I began to gain momentum I felt the wave began to take me, I was in its grasp under the waves complete control, I paddled one more time with each arm. At this point instinct took over I knew it was time, I pulled my arms out of the water and put them on either side of the board and pushed up, at the same time I pulled my legs up from underneath me, I let go of the board and at that moment I was standing, I was riding. It was maybe a minute of complete ecstasy and it was over, I was back almost at the shore and the wave had died out underneath me.

Once the sheer euphoria and massive amounts of adrenaline had faded away I was the happiest person on the planet. I had done it, I had caught and ridden a wave, and I had accomplished something, after months of persistence. That day taught me anything was possible if I just had the will to not give up and keep trying anything could be possible. Now with all I’ve accomplished what with graduating and speaking at my graduation to attending UCF that day at the beach really was the fuel to my fire. The rest of the day went much like the beginning I would paddle out catch a wave and ride it in to shore. That was almost nine years ago now I frequently surf the east coast and much better I must say then I did before.

Memoir Body

As i made my way back to the truck to grab my 6'10" Rusty Pirhana i started to feel the nerves in my stomach, you know the ones that are more out of anticipation rather than fear. Nonetheless i was ready to go out and catch some waves it had been a month since the last time i attempted the feat and i was ready to face the challenge head on, again. I got back to the truck and with my left hand grabbed my featherlight board out of the back of the truck, after that i picked up our blue and white hawaiian flower patterned beach bag (normally it houses our cell phones and wax for the boards). Now the treck back through the sea oat forest began again, we headed to the beach over the sandy plancks of the boardwalk to the spot i had scouted mere minutes before. As we got to the edge of the pearly white sand i kicked off my tan Rainbow sandals and picked them up with my empty right hand and headed to that sacred spot. The sand was searing hot on my unacustomed feet so for every step i buried my feet down under the surface where the temperature was much cooler and made my way over to the part of the beach in front of the break we were about to conquer. My calves were already aching from walking through the sand but just as i thought i could go no further we had arrived at our destination, i set down my board that was safely encased in its silver padded bag and put down the beach bag next to it, my father did the same except he set down our blue cooler next to his board. I proceeded to remove my board from its bag careful not to get any sand in the already present wax from the last time we had ventured to the east coast and then sat it down on top of my board bag. After getting my board out and placing it on my bag i grabbed a bar of sex wax from out of the hawaiian flowered bag and began waxing my board. I covered the board in a figure eight pattern to make sure i got every part of the board i would need to grip when out in the clear blue water. I checked with my dad to make sure i had enough wax on my board and after getting the okay i began to stretch out my muscles so as to not pull anything or get hurt when surfing. I began by stretching out my legs, simple stuff just bending over and grabbing my ankles to stratch out my achilles tendon, then i did some butterflies. After stretching out my legs I began stretching out my arms and chest, I put one arm across my chest and held it with the other and stratched it in the opposite direction then i would switch and do the other arm, after that i put my arms behind my back and grabbed each hand and stretched my chest out.



Once all the preparations were done I was ready to go out into the big blue ocean. The last step before the run into the sea was to attach my clear leash that connects me to my surfboard and now I am ready to go. For a minute or two I stood down where the water meets the sand just letting it lap against my side, waiting for that opportunistic moment in between sets when I can jump onto my board and start paddling out beyond the break. Then it came one set of three waves had just ended and I could see another building in the distance this was my chance, I jumped onto my glowing white board, flat on my stomach I plunged my right arm into the ocean and pushed back with all my strength. I was moving with every paddle of my arms left then right then left, with every fiber of strength I was paddling harder and harder I had to get out past the break or suffer the consequnce of having a wave crash down like an anvil on top of my head. It was going to be close, the wave was building right on top of me I paddled like there was no tomorow. I climbed to the top of the waves crest, I had made it over before it broke. Once at the top as I was about to make my descent i put my arms out in front of me on the board and pushed my chest away, so as not to hit my chin on the board once it made contact with the water again.

Now that I was safely beyond the breaking waves I could relax and wait for that choice wave that I wanted to pluck from the ocean and ride into shore. I sat up on my board but only for a little while because out of the vast blue came my set the one I had been waiting for. I would not take the first wave because generally its not the best out of the bunch so i waited on the second and when it came I got back down on my stomach lying flat. While the wave was a few feet still behind me I began to padddle, out in front of the wave I began to gain momentum i felt the wave began to take me, I was in its grasp under the waves complete control, I paddled one more time with each arm. At this point instinct took over I knew it was time, I pulled my arms out of the water and put them on either side of the board and pushed up, at the same time i pulled my legs up from underneath me, I let go of the board and at that moment I was standing I was riding. It was maybe a minute of complete ecstasy and it was over, I was back almost at the shore and the wave had died out underneath me.

Once the sheer euphoria and massive amounts of adrenaline had faded away I was the happiest person on the planet. I had done it, I had caught and ridden a wave, I had beaten mother nature at her own game and I felt great about it. The rest of the day went much like the beginning i would paddle out catch a wave and ride it in to shore. That was almost nine years ago now i frequently surf the east coast and much better I must say then I did before.

To: Ms. Moody



From: T. Shaun Piggott



Date: 9/15/09



Re:

After recieving my peer review i read through it thouroughly. What i found was alot of the errors i made i also made in the past. The problem is that I was writing alot of run-on sentences and also alot of fragments. This has been a problem since the day i began writing so it wasnt much of a suprise to see that i had been doing it again. I also when reading my peer review realized that i had used the word pavement many times in only a couple sentences. These few things were the only constructively critical comments made about my first paragraph. To fix these errors i will go back and check where i need to replace commas with periods and where i need to add thoughts to make a complete sentence. To fix the redundant use of the word pavement i will reword the two sentences so that it reduces the use of the aforestated word.

The positive feedback that i received helped to reinforce many areas of my first paragraph that i was unsure of when i first submitted my draft. For example jourdan wrote in my peer review that my introduction "provided specific details that get the reader excited and wanting to know how the story ends". Another example of postitive reinforcement is where jourdan indicates where i used dialogue effectively which according to her is the sentence describing the "sanded boardwalk flanked by sea oats". To end my paper though i will describe in detail the preparations before going into the water as well as the journey out to the lineup. Then at the papers climax i will describe the catching and ride of the wave.

Opening Paragraph Draft

7:00 in the morning on a Saturday, I feel a strong, aged hand on my shoulder, "wake up, get dressed, lets go the boards are loaded" my dad tells me. I slide out of bed and throw on my Mexican fiesta inspired board shorts and a plain white shirt and head downstairs into darkness. 3 hours later, I have arrived, my proving ground is waiting for me. I open the golden Dodge Ram 1500 door and like a slap in the face it hits me, that salty aroma and beautiful sound of waves crashing on the shore that can be found nowhere else but here, here at this place, this place were until today I had known nothing but agonizing defeat. My bare feet when stepping out onto the smouldering pavement are at first met with the nice warmth of pavement that has been shaded by the newly arrived truck. But that nice, almost friendly warmth has turned into a pavement that has been repeatedly scorched by the sun. My experience although pays off when i stick to the painted canary yellow parking lines that are not nearly as blistering as that unforgiving pavement under the cloudless, clear blue sky. After throwing away my gourmet McDonald's leftovers, I make my way onto the lightly sanded boardwalk , flanked by sea oats, to check the lineup and find a good break. After about 25 yards I'm at the end of the boardwalk, i look to my left at the weather worn once white lifeguard stand that's perched just out of reach of high tide to check the warning flag, its yellow, medium warning...perfect day. As I gaze out at the beach in front of me to the left there are the typical fisherman wading out into waste high water and right in front of me some kids bobbing up and down in there pink floaties, but then i spot it on the right my break, that beautiful blueish green water smashing against itself and creating that off-white foam that only waves make, this is the place i will prove i can.

Plan Opening Paragraph

-BEACH Descriptions

*hot pavement/walking on painted lines
*clear blue sky
*hearing the crash of waves on the beach
*smell of salt water
*boardwalk
*hot white sand
*lifeguard stand
*checking lineup/possible breaks

Memoir invention

3 events- 1. Catching first wave 2. Going to Washington D.C. 3. moveing from house to farm house

1. The event is pretty self explanatory, I had been surfing for a few months but the thing is I lived on the west coast of Florida so my dad and i would have to drive 3 hours to go surfing on the east coast. Therefore it took me awhile to be able to finally catch a wave because I could not consistently be surfing.

But on one beautiful afternoon at Pepper beach my perfect set came rolling in, i paddled and caught the second wave in the set in my elation instinct took over, i was no longer thinking i was just doing, i reached my hands out of the water and placed them on each side of the board pushed up and kicked my feet underneath me. At that moment mother nature and I were one, it taught me to not give up, to keep trying until i got it right, it had been a few months of inconsistency but not on this day, this day was mine.

2. Back in 2001 over the summer my family took a vacation to Washington D.C. and we visited the Smithsonian museums and went to Arlington National Cemetery.

This had a major effect on me because it is what got me really into history, which is what my major is now, being in washington seeing the historic sites really changed what i wanted to aspire to. Going to Arlington is a time i will never forget, my grandfather was buried there after fighting in Korea and Vietnam, he died before i was born so being able to see him in a way was very moving for me.

3. Again pretty self explanatory, Im from Cape Coral, Florida very boring city we, the youth, call it heavens waiting room, just to give you an idea about how amazing this place is, anyway I moved down there when i was five from Ft. Walton beach, Florida. The rental house we moved into was in a nice neighborhood with other kids and families. Then at the age of eight we moved to a place out in the north cape (not a different city just north cape coral) a varitable farm.

Ten acres of uncleared land (well enough was clear for a house) that had to be cleared by none other than my dad and I. In doing this I learned how to use all different kinds of tools and really became more of a guys guy, it really was the spark that eventually made me the man i am today.