DICE OF COLLEGE COMPOSITION Volume 16, Number 1 Inside this issue: Did You See the Show Today? By Karen Barber My Life with Mark By Kami Maertz Family: Lost and Found By John Hays Nature Against Man By Julio Rodriguez Why"To Build Fire IS an Example of Literary Natu- ralism By Josh Lawrence The Literary Natu- ralism of"To Build a Fire" By Tatjana Lugo An Explication of a Passage: Faulk- ner's Barn Burning By Valerie Coch- rane Prize Winning Composition B Writing A publication of Florida Community College at Jacksonville 2005-2006 A Morning 's Run By Wayne Smith The old door 's hinges creak as it pushes the newly fallen snow out of its way. I poke my head out and,inhale the icy 15° air. It causes my lungs to constrict and cough it back up. Do I really want to go jogging on this cold Sunday morning? 8 My lazy side wants to go saw some more logs, but my healthy side overrules it. Hopefully, I have clean jogging clothes. Up the stairs I go to see what I can muster. Dressing for winter runs is a chore in itself. First, I put on my long cotton underwear,over which goes my cotton lined, polyesterjogging suit. For my feet, I wear my L.L. Bean winter running boots, and for outerwear, I don my fa- 10 vorite brown wool scarf, my black cotton hat with pull down face mask,and my fleece-lined black leather gloves. When dressed, I feel like an Eskimo. Out the door I go, heading for my truck. The new snow squeaks as it compresses under my boots, sending shivers up my spine. My truck windows hide below a six-inch layer of the snow, which will need to be scraped off. I try to unlock the door to get the scraper, but the lock has frozen , and my key will not turn. I keep working it back and forth, and finally, with a thud, it unlocks. The door is also frozen, and when I give it a yank, my feet slide out from under me, and down I go in the snow. My jacket and shirt slide up, exposing my skin to the snow. I clinch my teeth and wince in pain as it slowly melts on my back. After the initial shock, I waste no time getting back on my feet. I re-position myself and take another yank on the door. This time it breaks free. I grab my scraper and make quick work of clearing the windows By the time I reach my jogging spot, the truck heater is just starting to 2 4 6 9 11 13 , OCR Text: DICE OF COLLEGE COMPOSITION Volume 16, Number 1 Inside this issue: Did You See the Show Today? By Karen Barber My Life with Mark By Kami Maertz Family: Lost and Found By John Hays Nature Against Man By Julio Rodriguez Why"To Build Fire IS an Example of Literary Natu- ralism By Josh Lawrence The Literary Natu- ralism of"To Build a Fire" By Tatjana Lugo An Explication of a Passage: Faulk- ner's Barn Burning By Valerie Coch- rane Prize Winning Composition B Writing A publication of Florida Community College at Jacksonville 2005-2006 A Morning 's Run By Wayne Smith The old door 's hinges creak as it pushes the newly fallen snow out of its way. I poke my head out and,inhale the icy 15° air. It causes my lungs to constrict and cough it back up. Do I really want to go jogging on this cold Sunday morning? 8 My lazy side wants to go saw some more logs, but my healthy side overrules it. Hopefully, I have clean jogging clothes. Up the stairs I go to see what I can muster. Dressing for winter runs is a chore in itself. First, I put on my long cotton underwear,over which goes my cotton lined, polyesterjogging suit. For my feet, I wear my L.L. Bean winter running boots, and for outerwear, I don my fa- 10 vorite brown wool scarf, my black cotton hat with pull down face mask,and my fleece-lined black leather gloves. When dressed, I feel like an Eskimo. Out the door I go, heading for my truck. The new snow squeaks as it compresses under my boots, sending shivers up my spine. My truck windows hide below a six-inch layer of the snow, which will need to be scraped off. I try to unlock the door to get the scraper, but the lock has frozen , and my key will not turn. I keep working it back and forth, and finally, with a thud, it unlocks. The door is also frozen, and when I give it a yank, my feet slide out from under me, and down I go in the snow. My jacket and shirt slide up, exposing my skin to the snow. I clinch my teeth and wince in pain as it slowly melts on my back. After the initial shock, I waste no time getting back on my feet. I re-position myself and take another yank on the door. This time it breaks free. I grab my scraper and make quick work of clearing the windows By the time I reach my jogging spot, the truck heater is just starting to 2 4 6 9 11 13 , Z ArchiveInABox,JAX,Voices of College Composition,Scans,2005-2006,2005-2006 1 Page 1, 2005-2006 1 Page 1