{"title":"How to Fall in Love with Ariats When No One is Looking","authors":"P. Warren","doi":"10.1353/rcr.2013.0010","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/rcr.2013.0010","url":null,"abstract":"","PeriodicalId":158814,"journal":{"name":"Red Cedar Review","volume":"68 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2010-10-13","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"122707276","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
stories compelling and human: like picking up a telephone receiver and hearing a private conversation, the listener feels an intimacy widi her characters that depends on die cadence of a sigh, the release of laughter. Katie's work, her Neighborhood Stories, revolve around Adams Morgan, ° 2004 Murray Bogovitz Washington D.C. where Katie grew up. Her pieces document the struggles and successes of everyday people through their own eyes; as author Katie is the mediator and translator of voice in her stories. In an age when computer and television are dominant mediums, the definition of "text" seems constandy in flux. Radio essays have benefited from new technology—better recording and editing equipment—but have not lost their unique audio impact. On Saturdays as I am running etrands or baking or flipping through the thick stack ofNew York Times that accumulate during
{"title":"Katie Davis: Audio Anatomy","authors":"L. C. Tisdel","doi":"10.1353/RCR.2013.0016","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/RCR.2013.0016","url":null,"abstract":"stories compelling and human: like picking up a telephone receiver and hearing a private conversation, the listener feels an intimacy widi her characters that depends on die cadence of a sigh, the release of laughter. Katie's work, her Neighborhood Stories, revolve around Adams Morgan, ° 2004 Murray Bogovitz Washington D.C. where Katie grew up. Her pieces document the struggles and successes of everyday people through their own eyes; as author Katie is the mediator and translator of voice in her stories. In an age when computer and television are dominant mediums, the definition of \"text\" seems constandy in flux. Radio essays have benefited from new technology—better recording and editing equipment—but have not lost their unique audio impact. On Saturdays as I am running etrands or baking or flipping through the thick stack ofNew York Times that accumulate during","PeriodicalId":158814,"journal":{"name":"Red Cedar Review","volume":"283 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2010-10-13","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"122470911","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
{"title":"Before Daylight Hits the Bay","authors":"Courtney Chapin","doi":"10.1353/rcr.2013.0014","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/rcr.2013.0014","url":null,"abstract":"","PeriodicalId":158814,"journal":{"name":"Red Cedar Review","volume":"53 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2010-10-13","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"125962718","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
I was thirty eight. I'd been to sea for a year. What a great year it had been. I'd been swallowed by a great white whale, circled by great white sharks but spent most ofmy time staring at the great white clouds and thinking to myself, "Gee, diat great white cloud looks just like a great white cloud." And, "Gee, that great white cloud looks just like a great white cloud." And, "Gee, that great white cloud looks just like a gteat white cloud. I wish it would rain." In the year I'd been to sea it had not rained. Not a single drop and I was dry. Awfully dry. More than rescued I wanted a crisp, clear glass of cool, refreshing water like Robespierre's Water, the crisp, clear, cool, refreshing water Robespierre Caruso, the tenor terror, endorsed on Robespierre Caruso's Softsoap Comedie Opera Hour. My throat sang just thinking about Robespierre's Water just like Robespierre Caruso sang it would. "Some may sing for their supper, some may sing for a song. But none will sing as loud and as long, as those whose throats taste Robespierre's Water." I couldn't really sing so my singing was make-believe. I could hum and for the better part of my thirty eighth year at sea I'd hum The Ballad Of Giuliani's Island. While I hummed I'd pray for deliverance, as my personal god and hero Giuliani prayed each week on his classic, highly rated, masterpiece of a program Giuliani's Island, for deliverance. Giuliani, lisping through his dialogue, would pray to be delivered, or shipwrecked upon an uncharted desert isle. Once there, using cunning, wile, craft, and every dirty, underhanded, double dealing, backstabbing trick he knew, he'd pray the happy, hapless natives were as happy and hapless as he hoped and would accept his presumptuous offer of twenty nine dollars in glass beads for possession of the island and their souls deliverable to Giuliani's personal god and great white father Disney. There were words to the song I hummed. Words with great meaning and even greater depth.
{"title":"The Great White","authors":"Bayard","doi":"10.1353/RCR.2013.0027","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/RCR.2013.0027","url":null,"abstract":"I was thirty eight. I'd been to sea for a year. What a great year it had been. I'd been swallowed by a great white whale, circled by great white sharks but spent most ofmy time staring at the great white clouds and thinking to myself, \"Gee, diat great white cloud looks just like a great white cloud.\" And, \"Gee, that great white cloud looks just like a great white cloud.\" And, \"Gee, that great white cloud looks just like a gteat white cloud. I wish it would rain.\" In the year I'd been to sea it had not rained. Not a single drop and I was dry. Awfully dry. More than rescued I wanted a crisp, clear glass of cool, refreshing water like Robespierre's Water, the crisp, clear, cool, refreshing water Robespierre Caruso, the tenor terror, endorsed on Robespierre Caruso's Softsoap Comedie Opera Hour. My throat sang just thinking about Robespierre's Water just like Robespierre Caruso sang it would. \"Some may sing for their supper, some may sing for a song. But none will sing as loud and as long, as those whose throats taste Robespierre's Water.\" I couldn't really sing so my singing was make-believe. I could hum and for the better part of my thirty eighth year at sea I'd hum The Ballad Of Giuliani's Island. While I hummed I'd pray for deliverance, as my personal god and hero Giuliani prayed each week on his classic, highly rated, masterpiece of a program Giuliani's Island, for deliverance. Giuliani, lisping through his dialogue, would pray to be delivered, or shipwrecked upon an uncharted desert isle. Once there, using cunning, wile, craft, and every dirty, underhanded, double dealing, backstabbing trick he knew, he'd pray the happy, hapless natives were as happy and hapless as he hoped and would accept his presumptuous offer of twenty nine dollars in glass beads for possession of the island and their souls deliverable to Giuliani's personal god and great white father Disney. There were words to the song I hummed. Words with great meaning and even greater depth.","PeriodicalId":158814,"journal":{"name":"Red Cedar Review","volume":"71 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2010-10-13","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"126958739","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
The research was conducted to identify the factors that influence college students' satisfaction with their college experience. Firstly, the study was focused on the literature review to determine relevant factors that have been previously studied in the literature. Then, the survey analysis examined three main independent factors that have been found to be related to college students' satisfaction: Major Satisfaction, Social Self-Efficacy, and Academic Performance. The findings of the study suggested that the most important factor affecting students' satisfaction with their college experience is their satisfaction with their chosen major. This means that students who are satisfied with the major they have chosen are more likely to be overall satisfied with their college experience. It's worth noting that, while the study found that major satisfaction is the most crucial factor, it doesn't mean that other factors such as Social Self-Efficacy, Academic Performance, and Campus Life Satisfaction are not important. Based on these findings, it is recommend that students prioritize their major satisfaction when making college choices in order to maximize their overall satisfaction with their college experience.
{"title":"Middle","authors":"C. Shaw","doi":"10.2307/j.ctv5qdj1j.8","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.2307/j.ctv5qdj1j.8","url":null,"abstract":"The research was conducted to identify the factors that influence college students' satisfaction with their college experience. Firstly, the study was focused on the literature review to determine relevant factors that have been previously studied in the literature. Then, the survey analysis examined three main independent factors that have been found to be related to college students' satisfaction: Major Satisfaction, Social Self-Efficacy, and Academic Performance. The findings of the study suggested that the most important factor affecting students' satisfaction with their college experience is their satisfaction with their chosen major. This means that students who are satisfied with the major they have chosen are more likely to be overall satisfied with their college experience. It's worth noting that, while the study found that major satisfaction is the most crucial factor, it doesn't mean that other factors such as Social Self-Efficacy, Academic Performance, and Campus Life Satisfaction are not important. Based on these findings, it is recommend that students prioritize their major satisfaction when making college choices in order to maximize their overall satisfaction with their college experience.","PeriodicalId":158814,"journal":{"name":"Red Cedar Review","volume":"108 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2010-10-13","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"126709165","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
{"title":"Coloring the Shells","authors":"Carrie J. Preston","doi":"10.1353/RCR.2013.0033","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/RCR.2013.0033","url":null,"abstract":"","PeriodicalId":158814,"journal":{"name":"Red Cedar Review","volume":"1 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2010-10-13","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"131146498","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
{"title":"An Afternoon in Rome","authors":"D. Sapp","doi":"10.1353/rcr.2013.0023","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/rcr.2013.0023","url":null,"abstract":"","PeriodicalId":158814,"journal":{"name":"Red Cedar Review","volume":"85 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2010-10-13","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"124851629","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
The first thing you notice about the Shriner's Hospital for Children is the vast expanse of handicapped spaces in the parking area. It immediately imparts a sense of grim pragmatism to an edifice built upon the most optimistic of ideas-that children who need special medical care should be able to get it for free. The handicap signs form a single column stretching into the distance, a long chain of stern metal posts, a sturdy phalanx set to defend the choicest spots from the lucky ones who still enjoy a full range ofmotion. We park in the back of the lot. I was ten yeats old die fitst time I came to the hospital. Chicago was a wonderful oddity to me then, a schizophrenic metropolis. Chicago was the Latino quarter, where wholesalers gave us coffee and bagels and my dad bought exotic goods for our family grocery store. Or it was the alien mystique ofChinatown, with its beautifully strange architecture and herbal boutiques and pigs and ducks hanging in butcher's windows. Other times it was Michigan Avenue, bustling with fashion and movement, buildings taller dian God. It seemed as if the city was constantly disappearing and reappearing, a series of urban Brigadoons, each unaware of the existence of other Chicagos. It was any other city, as it would look shone dirough a prism, each component expanded and more than the sum of its parts, every hue distinct and luminous. The Shriner's Hospital was not a color I had seen before. I was accustomed to the conventional strangenesses of Chinatown or the wholesale district, but here was a thoroughly unimportant-looking building crawling with old men in peculiar hats. The red fez is a great symbol of the Ancient Arabic Order of the Nobles of the Mystic Shrine, distinguishing it from the other Masonic orders. It's considered a sign of nobility and philanthropy, proudly worn by members for over a hundred years. The Shriner's take their fez seriously. I, however, could not. Nothing in the entire history of secret playground clubs and special handshakes could rival the absurdity of these men wearing those
{"title":"Prelude and Fugue, in Minors","authors":"Le-Anne Lim","doi":"10.1353/rcr.2013.0019","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/rcr.2013.0019","url":null,"abstract":"The first thing you notice about the Shriner's Hospital for Children is the vast expanse of handicapped spaces in the parking area. It immediately imparts a sense of grim pragmatism to an edifice built upon the most optimistic of ideas-that children who need special medical care should be able to get it for free. The handicap signs form a single column stretching into the distance, a long chain of stern metal posts, a sturdy phalanx set to defend the choicest spots from the lucky ones who still enjoy a full range ofmotion. We park in the back of the lot. I was ten yeats old die fitst time I came to the hospital. Chicago was a wonderful oddity to me then, a schizophrenic metropolis. Chicago was the Latino quarter, where wholesalers gave us coffee and bagels and my dad bought exotic goods for our family grocery store. Or it was the alien mystique ofChinatown, with its beautifully strange architecture and herbal boutiques and pigs and ducks hanging in butcher's windows. Other times it was Michigan Avenue, bustling with fashion and movement, buildings taller dian God. It seemed as if the city was constantly disappearing and reappearing, a series of urban Brigadoons, each unaware of the existence of other Chicagos. It was any other city, as it would look shone dirough a prism, each component expanded and more than the sum of its parts, every hue distinct and luminous. The Shriner's Hospital was not a color I had seen before. I was accustomed to the conventional strangenesses of Chinatown or the wholesale district, but here was a thoroughly unimportant-looking building crawling with old men in peculiar hats. The red fez is a great symbol of the Ancient Arabic Order of the Nobles of the Mystic Shrine, distinguishing it from the other Masonic orders. It's considered a sign of nobility and philanthropy, proudly worn by members for over a hundred years. The Shriner's take their fez seriously. I, however, could not. Nothing in the entire history of secret playground clubs and special handshakes could rival the absurdity of these men wearing those","PeriodicalId":158814,"journal":{"name":"Red Cedar Review","volume":"13 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2010-10-13","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"127886670","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
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