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this is SOME what I have to do by midnight... ack.
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Reflection on Culminating Project
Write a 500-600 word formal letter to me that reflects on the choices you made in creating the final product portion of your Culminating Project. Please include why you think your choices were effective. Please specifically address why you chose the genre you did, who your audience is (we already had to do this part in another assignment), and how your text meets genre and audience expectations.
Please also specifically address the types of language you chose to use. This might include if you chose to use discipline or field specific jargon, the level of formality you chose, if you wrote in something that might be considered “edited academic English” or in some other variety of English (or something code-meshed that uses a language other than English or more than one kind of English).
You may choose to include reflections on how the final product shifted from its conception in the proposal through the A & G analysis to its final form. This is not a requirement, but might be useful to consider.
If you did not explicitly use the research you did in the text itself of the final product, you also need to address what research you did and why you did that type of research.
Please make sure you have specific examples from your text and/or research as evidence in the letter.
Presentation on Final Project
A common component of both scholarly and professional writing is preparing a presentation for an academic or professional conference/meeting. Please create a PowerPoint or Prezi you would use in a presentation associated with your culminating project. You can determine both context (a conference, sharing with your classmates what you have done, business meeting, etc.)and audience. In all cases, you need to consider that there also will be a part of the audience who will read the slides but not attend the presentation. All of the information in the slides should be drawn from your final project, but you will selectively use what seems best suited for the presentation. Also consider where information came from and include citations as appropriate.
Part 1
The presentation must:
§ Include a minimum of 6 slides and a maximum of 10 slides (PowerPoint or Prezi)
§ Be designed for a 5-7 minute total length
§ Be designed for an appropriate and specific audience
§ Be easy to read and not contain too much written information
§ Include some graphic or visual element (pictures, tables, graphs, etc.)
Keep in mind how will my audience understand the information if I’m not there and my professor says I CANNOT pack 500 words into one slide. You’ll have to make wise choices.
Part 2
You will also turn in a brief (150-250 word) reflection to me using business or formal letter format (like earlier in the semester). This reflection will explain what context the presentation was designed for, including who your audience is, and why, explain why you chose the graphic elements you did, and explain why you think the presentation is effective both for those in attendance and those who will review the slides only.
Grading
This project will be graded on audience appropriateness, use of appropriate design elements, clarity of argument, and appropriate use of medium. A separate point sheet will be posted.
Presentation Grade Sheet
Name________________________________
Number of slides_____________ (minimum of 6 and a maximum of 10)
Reflection submitted: YES NO
Graphic or visual element included: YES NO
Reflection (25)
· Clear context for presentation included (2)
· Audience clearly defined (3)
· Audience rationale clear and appropriate (5)
· Effective explanation of graphic choice(s) (5)
· Clear explanation of why slides are effective to audience that sees only the slides (5)
· Clear explanation of why presentation is effective to audience in attendance (5)
Presentation and Slides (50)
· Language (slides) appropriate to audience (10)
· Use of concise and effective text on slides (10)
· Effective slide organization and content (10)
· Effective slide design (color, font, contrast, etc.) (5)
· Clear purpose for content in this context (10)
· Documentation using an appropriate style guide (5)
Grade/Comments:
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The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
BY T. S. ELIOT
S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma percioche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair —
(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin —
(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?
And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? ...
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet — and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it towards some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—
If one, settling a pillow by her head
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all;
That is not it, at all.”
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.
I grow old ... I grow old ...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
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