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Ccontents: 1.The Writing Process       2.The First and Second Steps in Writing                  3.The Third Step in Writing  4.The Fourth Step in Writing
               5.Four Bases for Revising Writing   6.Paragraph Development

  Classifying 

 If you were doing the laundry, you might begin by separating the clothing into piles. You would then put all the whites in one pile and all the colors in another. Or you might classify the laundry, not according to color, but according to fabric-putting all cottons in one pile, polyesters in another, and so on. Classifying is the process of taking many things and separating them into categories. We generally classify to better manage or understand many things.

 Classification Paragraph Example:

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Campers

    Campers can be classified as weekend partiers, family vacationers, or true outdoorsmen or women based on their motivations, general preparedness, activities, and attitudes towards nature. Weekend partiers see camping as an opportunity for an extended outdoor party. They arrive at the campsite laden with lawn chairs, boom boxes, games, coolers full of their favorite beverage, and plenty of party snacks. Unfortunately, they often neglect such essential items as appropriate clothing, insect repellent, tent stakes, cooking utensils and food, and they frequently demonstrate a characteristic ignorance of basic camping techniques such as how to set up a tent. They frequently party late into the night, preventing those around them from getting any sleep, and they leave behind a campsite littered with their trash. The second type of campers, the family vacationers, are motivated by their desire for inexpensive accommodations that also provide educational and entertainment opportunities for the entire family. They bring along trunk loads of tents, chairs, lanterns, and toys, turning their campsites into miniature villages, from which they organize expeditions to nearby natural or man-made attractions. The best parents go out of their way to set a good example for their children by picking up trash and not harming plants or animals. The true outdoorsment and women, unlike other campers, are interested in the opportunity to appreciate nature, and they are the least visible and obtrusive type of camper. They are the minimalists of the camping world, arriving with carefully packed essential equipment, and they typically spend their days hiking, fishing, and taking pictures. The clean campsites they leave behind reflect their respect for nature. Campers say a lot about themselves by the way they behave while camping.


Describing a Scene or Person

 When you describe something or someone, you give your readers a picture in words. To make this "word picture" as vivid and real as possible, you must observe and record specific details that appeal to your readers' senses (sight, hearing, taste, smell and touch). More than any other type of writing, a descriptive paragraph needs sharp, colorful details.

Description of a Person:

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Grandma Anderson

  My grandmother is a special lady. She stands barely five feet tall and weighs under a hundred pounds, but her will is as strong and fierce as a lion. As long as I've known her, her gray hair has been pulled into a tight braid at the back of her head, and she has worn the same simple cotton dresses she has worn all her life. Only on Sunday, when she goes to church, does she put on the lace trimmed black dress that is shiny with starch and ironing. Her face is small and lined with her years, but her eyes are as bright and attentive as a hawk's. She misses nothing in the world or in you. When I was young, I believed she could read my mind because she would take one look at me and know what I was feeling. I still sometimes believe she can read my mind today. Although her frame is bent slightly with her more than eighty years, her smile is as warm and free as a teenager's. Because I love and respect my grandmother, nothing give me grater pleasure than to sit down at her dinner table and see her face light up when I ask for a second helping of her famous peach cobbler.

   

Description of a Place:

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Clearwater Lake

     Fishing on Clearwater Lake puts me in touch with nature. Clearwater Lake is a small lake nestled in the Adirondack Mountains. The glassy lake is ringed with aspen, larch, birch, and fir trees, and in the fall, the mountain sides are on fire with brilliant oranges, reds, and yellows, I arrive at the lake early, with mist still clinging to the surface of the water like smoke. I slide my canoe silently into the clear, cold water, step in, and push off the sandy bank. Each stroke of the paddle pulls me further out into the lake, the wind crisp and cold against my cheeks. The world seems to go silent aground me, only the second of my paddle moving through the water breaks the silence. Once on the lake, I am cut off from the world of work and school and family, and I'm free to meditate on the beauty and tranquilly of the spot.

Description of an Object:

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Memaw's Rocker

   My grandmother's rocking chair sits empty in the corner of the living room. The simple, unpainted came rocker would be of little interest to an antique dealer, but I wouldn't part with it for the world. The seat is cupped slightly from years of use: afternoons and evenings when she sat shelling peas, daring socks, or knitting sweaters. The arms are sanded smooth from the constant motion of her thin arms. The chair is silent now, but if I close my eyes, I can still hear the squeak of the rockers against the pine floor and hear the click of her knitting needles. They were sounds. that always comforted me and made me feel as if everything were right with the world. Even today, I can't look at the rocker without seeing Memaw smiling at me over the rim of her glasses and hearing her say she loves me 

 

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