Blog Post #4

Shannon Poirier
M. Schroeder
English Comp 101
October 29, 2014

     I have decided to write my compare and contrast essay about natural childbirth versus a cesarean section childbirth.  My personal experience was a C-section. I had been prepared for a natural birth; we went to all of the classes that the hospital provides. My husband and I had created a birthing plan and when my due date came, my doctor strongly suggested that we schedule a surgery.  Many people have very strong feelings about one versus the other and I look forward to researching and writing about both.

Blog Post #3

Shannon Poirier
Melinda Schroeder
English Comp. 101
October 15, 2014

     In "I Want A Wife" by Judy Brady, the author states, from a feminist point of view, that women are expected to wait on their spouses hand and foot.  She states that she would also like a wife.  Brady's wife would complete all of the household chores, take care of the children and make sure that all of her needs are met before her wife's. 

     The article "Men - It's In Their Nature" Sommers is discussing society's ideas of boys and girls should be raised.  She stated that society as a whole seems to want to suppress these natural "hard-wired traits" [pg. 366] that boys possess. Sommers states that we are trying to make boys more docile and emotional.

     I have decided to write my analysis essay on the article, "Men - It's In Their Nature."  Growing up with 3 younger sisters, this subject was very interesting.

Blog Post #2

Shannon Poirier

Professor Melinda Schroeder

English Comp. 101 - Blog #2


     As I walk from my car, I can smell the ocean breeze already.  The sea gulls are screaming and

circling around in the air.  There are children running and playing in the long-abandoned buildings

that were built to protect our country.  The air is salty, there is sand making its way in to my flip-flops

and softly exfoliating my feet.  Once I pass over the hill and make my way around the buildings, my

breath is taken away by the burst of wind that comes at my face. The salt spray stings my eyes.  I can

smell seaweed and wet sand. 

The sand has given away to rocks, millions of little rocks.  I walk closer to the shore and see in the

distance the tide pools that are exposed. I can see a seal swimming around just off shore.  I pick up

little pieces of sea glass.  Their once sharp, jagged edges are now soft and smooth from years of

rolling in the surf.  I spend hours here, listening to the birds, the waves, the wind.  It is my private

sanctuary where I can go to collect my thoughts and relax.