Lindsay Dale - Free Write 2/8/2013

Im not really sure what to write about this morning. Well I guess I can talk about the ridiculous drive to campus this morning. Well I woke up late I was supposed to be up at five thirty, but that didnt happen since i found phone my underneath my cat's body. She has knack of sleeping on things that are mine, silly kitty. I woke at seven, I rushed to get dressed as fast as I could. I hopped in my car, and took off to school since by the time I left my house it was already 7:15am by that time I already knew I was going to be late to class. So I usually take the back road from Nixa to get to Kansas expressway and take that road all the way to OTC. Its always busy with traffic. As soon as I reached campus there is freaking school bus that just stop in the road.

Lia

Sensory Language- Victoria Hyde

As I walked up the steep and muddy hill, I could feel the crisp wind blowing in my face. I could smell the bonfire and hear the laughter of my many friends surrounding the fire. I could feel the cold air on my feet from not wearing warm shoes. Music was blaring and I could barley hear anything but Jason Aldean echoing through the field. I felt the warm heat from the fire on my cool hands and face, and a cool sensation from a cold drink in my hand. A smile came across my face as the boys got in their trucks,and started tearing through the field. I could feel slimy cold mud fling onto my face and arms. At the end of the night I laid in bed feeling my warm blanket surround me. I drifted off to sleep after a great night.

Lindsay Dale - Free Write 3 2/06/13

Well, this whole week hasn't been that great for myself at least. Sunday I came down with the flu. After I left work on Sunday afternoon I went home and took some NyQuil to help me sleep.A few hours later my pounding headache woke me up so I got up and took some ibuprofen, then I proceeded back to my bedroom and went to sleep. The next morning I felt great till I saw my eyes in my bathroom mirror. My eyes were so swollen and puffy it was hard to get a good look at them. I started to noticed that my arms were really itchy, so I look at my forearms and there are huge red swollen hives all over them! I will admit I freaked out a bit, I went to my kitchen and took some benadryl.

Sensory Language

Swift skiers and stylish snowboarders rode the soaring ski lift up the majestic mountain, eager to speed down the mountain’s shining snow. Cheers occasionally rose up from those already breezing down the slopes, their skis and snowboards scraping over the snowpack both close to and far from the ski lifts and their clunking cycles of noise. Constant chatter arose from the friends and strangers on the lifts in anticipation of their next run down the mountain, and the few birds in the sky made their presence known with infrequent cawing.

                At the bottom of the slopes, the sweet scent of sizzling burgers and the odor of bodies sweating under the many layers of clothing used to keep warm cut through the cold, fresh mountain air, already polluted by the overly strong perfume some overly-large lady was wearing. The sharp smell of burning rubber wafted over from the parking lot, where the idiot driving too fast had slammed on his brakes to avoid colliding with the fool not paying attention to where he was going.

                The guests savored the smooth flavor of their chosen sodas, the Swiss cheese on the perfectly grilled burgers, and the rich, meaty hotdogs coated in their favorite toppings while their children’s mouths watered in anticipation of the chocolaty soft serve ice cream promised to them.

                Looking out over this I longed for the summer days, just as busy but far warmer, when I worked on one of those lifts, putting sleds and guests, bikes and Digglers on to the chairs and giving the necessary instructions for maximum safety and enjoyment. I longed for the feel of the wind in my hair, my woven hat around the control lever in my hands, my jacket flapping in the wind, and the rough surface of the alpine slide when I climbed out at the bottom. I even longed for the weight of the sleds I constantly lifted onto and off of the lift.

Sensory Language- Thien Tran

Sensory Language Bird can sing and milk to drink Typing makes sound and water drops do too Feet to walk and sometimes people want to touch Book to read about all you can imagine Cheese is fatty and also tasty Roses are great for the valentine Glasses uses for things cannot be seen Cleaning uses soap and it is smell great Salty foods are sometimes bad Bulbs are green, blue, yellow or red Recorder to save everything one has said Start the engine, I know it is alive.

Sensory Language

Becky Evans Mr. Nueburger Eng. 101-104 04,Feb. 2013 Sensory Language I woke up one morning, and looked out my kitchen window. I saw the most beautiful sunrise the reds and, oranges and golden yellow in the sky. I knew the day was going to be a hot one I could feel the heat on my skin already. There is nothing better than smelling your coffee brewing in the pot, pouring a cup, and taking your first scorching sip! I took my coffee , and headed out the door sat on my porch. I love nothing better than drinking in not only my coffee , but my day as well. Seeing the trees blowing in the wind, hearing the cows mooing their day in and, smelling the fresh smell of cow manure in the air. Then it happens, I hear my family waking up. The kids arguing already, the dogs barking, My husband starting a brush fire, my day has begun. I love my life!

Sensory Language

Sight: Tree, Effects of the wind, Television, Squirrel, Keyboard

Sound: Wind, Singing, Rollercoaster, laughter, Typing

Smell: Sweat, Food, Dogs, Perfume, Air freshener

Taste: Food, Hair, Cardboard, Sawdust, Keyboard

Touch: Skin, Cloth, Leather, Wood, Keys

            As I sat in class, the rhythmic patter of finger’s upon keys playing like music, my mouth felt as if I had just tried to swallow sawdust. My tongue felt like leather as I tried to swallow so I could finally think straight. I had to think of something, anything to put down on my paper, yet I just sat there staring at the blank screen, my cursor making its little disappearing act, on off on off. A cold tendril of sweat ran down along my back, tickling the fine tiny hairs in its path. What to write about? What to say? My stomach grumbled, just another distraction as my body decided now would be the perfect time to remind me I hadn’t had any breakfast that morning. My hand twitched as it hovered just above the keyboard and I let out a small trill of nervous laughter. What to write about, what to do? Maybe the tree I thought to myself, yes the tree. I looked at it, its grand trunk soaring majestically upwards in the classroom. How could I have ignored it for so long? Perhaps the same way the rest of the class had, we must’ve been so engrossed in our work that we didn’t even see the long thin branches whiz past our faces in the breeze, didn’t hear the slight rustle of razor sharp leaves slicing the wind, the soft crack of swaying branches. Then came a deafening roar, as the chainsaw bit deep into its side. I lept from my chair screaming, without the tree I would have nothing to write about.

“Help” I cried to my classmates, yet they did nothing, simply looked at me in a combination of surprise and horror. Why didn’t they see? Why didn’t they help? The long brown trunk began its long fall, screaming out its final moments as it toppled to the floor. I ran around in hysterics until the paramedics arrived. “Finally, please you have to help” I cried, as they slowly approached me and the tree, quick maybe we can still save her. One looked at us for a long moment before pulling out a needle and moving forward. “Please you have to save her, you have to help” I begged as he came slowly closer. I looked back down at her frustrated that he was taking so long, then felt an icy harp sting in my arm as the strangest tingle began to spread…

Sensory Language

Sensory Language

See                    hear                          taste                       touch                smell

Truck                  rainfalling              beer                          football         grill

Rainfalling          motorrunning     steak                         cut grass       burnt rubber

Superbowl        horn blowing        salad                         smooth car   burnt oil

Sky                     kids playing          patato soup             new asfault    soup

Train                 jet flying                melted cheese        clean plate      fresh air

                It was superbowl Sunday and the boys and I hopped in the big blue truck to go get beer and steaks . the burnt rubber from coming from Blu the name of my truck as I smashed the throttle fill the air with smoke and the smell of burnt rubber. The game was about to start so I had to get the grill going for the steaks. With the food cooking the boys and I tossed the football around on the fresh cut lawn .

Cassandra Asbury-Sensory Language

Sensory Language

We sit in this cold sunlit room waiting on the train

So many people with blank stares

A woman is trying to feed her baby cheerios

The crying baby is so loud the entire room is holding their ears

When she finally stops

We can all hear that the train is near

We step outside onto the platform

The baby is holding a stuffed bear

She reaches for the pot of lilies and

Drops it on its rear

I think to myself “she is so silly”

The train is pulling up

When it stops it sound like it hits a stump

The mother of the baby bends over

While picking her up, she sees a four leaf clover

Her hair smells like lavender

I notice the train door is to high, I might need a ladder

I walk onto the train

I spill my Kool-Aid on my shirt

I know it is going to stain

The mother and baby walk past me

The baby sounds a little gassy

Her mother puts her down and

We are off to the next town

Ben Bowden - Sensory Language

Ben Bowden

Mr. Neuburger

English 101 – 104

04 February 2013

Art of Writing through senses

Sensory Language

            As I normally go to work, especially in the winter time, I like to start my truck and get it warmed up. I then go back inside, keeping myself warm, while grabbing my backpack, my plastic water bottle, filling it up with fresh water, and sometimes either grabbing a fiber bar for breakfast, or a metal monster can for my boost of energy. Also, spraying my favorite body spray, so that way instead of smelling people that are sick at work or body odor, I can just smell myself all day. Heading out the door, with my cell phone in hand, I almost always forget my cell phone case, which is normally hidden away somewhere in plain sight, yet I can almost never find it. As I head outside, a burst of fresh air hits my face. Almost enjoying myself, emissions from my running truck sneak right into my lungs, making me feel sick.

            Showing up to work, I turn off my headlights, and walk into work. Without getting more than fifteen feet in the door, I see some of my associates and my sweet fiancé. Right then and there, I hear the same things over and over again, as I am trying to work or think, I get bombarded with people talking while I am trying to hear myself think, and that annoying sound of keys hitting the keyboard. Too get myself back into a steady train of thoughts, I drink some water out of my bottle, hearing the swishing sometimes, just slows everything back down and clears that fog of everything going in excess of terminal velocity in my head. As the day comes to an end, I take my vitamins and eat dinner, trying to slow all the mental processes down from my stressful day, and to help further that process, dessert is normally needed.

            That is just the normal basic day through my senses.

Jessica Sidebottom - Sensory Language

I can hear the rustling of the crisp green leaves as the cold raindrops falling from the threatening dark clouds collide with them. I start to panic when I see the bright flashes of lightening coupled with the roar of thunder coming my way, so I run to find safety. Once inside the safety of my comforting home that smells of fresh hazelnut coffee brewing, and warm vanilla cookies baking, I sit down in a comfy chair by the kitchen table. My adorable cream colored kitten finds me there, and begins to stroke my legs while purring up a storm. I carefully pick her up, and cradle her in my arms while I pet her soft delicate fur. She comforts me as I slowly rise to get up and watch the raging storm from the protection of the thick glass in the windows, hoping it will soon end.

Sensory Language

Waking up I hear the birds chirping and smell wood burning. There’s people playing by the over powered chlorine pool, with their cover clothes lying on the ground.  I lie in bed and look at the wall as the leaves began to move around outside. Then after a few moments I began to make my way to the bathroom, where the shampoo and perfume is, and began brushing my hair. I throw a pair of pants in the dirty clothes, and then head to kitchen where I get a banana and an orange that are sitting on the table. Suddenly I remembered that I had to watch a video of a cow, so I head over to the computer and began clicking on the keys. The music from the video began to play. I receive a call on my cell phone that is sitting on my notebook next to the window along with my keys.  As the day goes on I eat some starburst and drink Gatorade, and then for my final snack I have ice cream and cookies. Then it’s off to bed to end the night.

Sensory Language

As I sat there watching the trees blow, I could feel the warm July wind blowing on my skin.  The sun shining made the flowers even more beautiful.  The smell of the Pizza Cafe called to me and I could taste it as if I were eating it now.   The music coming from the café had the birds singing, trying to keep up the tune.  The grass, warm on my feet felt like the softest fabric.  I could hear the laughter of children and people talking as they passed me by.  I could smell a candle-like scent coming from the wildflowers that grew all around me.   Cars drove by and honked at the kittens playing in the street.

Sensory Language

Football game                          

Computer

Phone

Truck

Car

Horn

Stereo

People

Typing

Dog

Bacon

Bo

Mints

Toothpaste

Mouthwash

Bacon

Mints

Toothpaste

Mouthwash

Salad

My bed

My jacket

Phone

Car door

 Last night I was watching the football game so I was up late. This morning I eagerly woke up to find my yellow Labrador retriever fast asleep at the end of my soft bed. I jumped out of my soft comfortable bed to brush my teeth with my crest spin brush and my extra white teeth toothpaste. Then I rushed quickly out the door while having my Listerine cool mint in my mouth. I got to my shiny red GMC Sierra truck with the chrome rims and speeded vigorously to college.

Amber Arellano - Sensory Language

 

1.Coffee, pen, planner, iPad, notebook, 2.Footsteps, typing, breathing, coughing, sneezing 3.Coffee perfume, cologne, breakfast, rain 4.Coffee, cereal, gum, milk, candy 5.Coffee mug, pen, steering wheel, radio computer

This morning was a cold rainy morning. From the moment I woke up and smelled the rain, I knew it was going to be one of those days. But thank goodness for dad, he had brewed a big pot of dark roast coffee before he left for work, my favorite. While I sat and enjoyed my coffee, I checked my email on my iPad, played a few games, and checked my social media sites. The sound of rain beat down on the window next to me. I just wanted to cuddle back up and go to sleep. I knew I had to get ready for school, so I jumped in the shower real quick and fixed myself up. I sprayed a little bit of perfume on myself once I was ready.

            I still had a few minutes to spare before I had to leave, so I poured myself a big bowl of Mini Wheats. I got myself a nice big glass of ice cold milk to go along with it. I was still a peaceful morning. All I could hear was the rain hitting the window, and the dogs sneezing occasionally. My little brother was getting up just as I was leaving. He is sick getting over the flu, so you can her him from a mile away with the cough. I had to leave so I said bye to him. I hopped in my car, the steering wheel freezing cold and went on my way, I had almost forgot my planner, notebook, and pen though, so I rushed inside to grab them or else I would be late.