My argument paper will be on student atheletes and how they are treated to a lower standard.

Analyzing

Sbarro Pizza is a well known establishment in the restuarant industry. For those of you who have never had a "Super Slice" of their pizza, you are missing out on some of the best italian food (in my opinion) available of campus. As you walk up to the counter, you receive a friendly greeting from the oven man who then asks you what you would like. I usually go for a slice of pepperoni, however, Sbarro has more to offer. As you walk down the counter to the cash register, you reach the pasta and breadsticks section. They also have delicious lasagna and stromboli to choose from. Then comes the time to pay and this is where things begin to look down. Like many college students, I just dont have the money to be spending nine or ten dollars on lunch. What about my beer money! One slice along with a drink (a must when buying a slice) comes to around seven dollars. For people with a small appetite, this may be enough. But I am not a light eater. My meal of two slices of pepperoni, a breadstick, and a large drink came to eleven dollars. As I reluctantly paid, I glanced down at what I had before me. Once I sat down and took that first bite, it became clear. Sbarro pizza is the best damn pizza around.

Plagiarism

Rowen Divine, Mike Cinicolo, Matt Zeisloft, Mickey Jaiven, Kellsey Bishop

1) 0 They are writing two different papers on the same topic and not necessarily copying each others papers.

2) 0 You are writing two different papers on the same topic however they are not intertwined and on different aspects of the topic. There is a very high chance of plagiarism because it is the same topic.

3) 0 You are just looking at others interpretations and forming your answers in the same way, however they are your answers and you are not copying anyone else.

4) 4 You are using the way they answered and slightly altering the words, so in reality it is the other persons answers.

5) 5 You are taking a picture (if it is not a free picture from Google) and not citing your sources. The teacher may not necessarily know its not your picture.

Review Topic

I will be reviewing the UCF Sbarro pizza restuarant in the Student Union

5 questions

1) How can SGA candidates better their campaign?

2) What are other methods of communicating to students?

3) Are the candidates really going to uphold their promises?

4) What are the motives behind the candidates?

5) How much control over the issues do the candidates really have?

1) How do you know what you know?

Walking around campus you are bombarded by people trying to gain your vote, often times not even telling you what they stand for.

2) Who are you to the subject?

I'm the target.

3) How is this event connected to other events?

SGA has a lot of power on what changes are made around the school.

4) What if things were different?

If students were informed on what the candidates were ACTUALLY going to accomplish instead of free pizza or various other incentives, the student body would choose the right people for the job.

5) Why is this important?

It can determine a lot of what goes on around campus.

Commentary

1) SGA candidates using incentives to gain their vote.

2) Fraternities and sororities acting like they are above anyone, when in reality they are paying for their friends.

3) Other students getting mad at skaters because we sometimes get in the way of them, but by the time they can say anything we are already 20 feet in front of them.

I am feel very strongly about the SGA candidates using incentives to gain votes. For example, I had a candidate from "BAMF" try to persuade me with free pizza to gain their vote. Another candidate offered me a free stress ball if I would cast a vote for them. It sickens me that they have to stoop so low to gain a vote, when we should be placing our votes based on what their beliefs are and how they would like to change the policies at UCF. In the end, unfortunately, most college students would rather get free pizza and could care less about what the candidates stand for. Often, these candidates are the ones who end up getting elected and they are most likely not the most qualified people for the job. In return, UCF gains no actual benefits from electing these people and the student body loses an opportunity to actually change the school for the better. In conclusion, I would like to see an unbiased election take place and see who wins. My guess would be the people with the best policy reforms would get the winning ticket.

The Bridge of Mystery

As a child growing up in a lower middle class neighborhood, I never was inside my house. I did have a Nintendo but I'd much rather be out playing street hockey, throwing around the football, or even going to the park to play a game of baseball. Overall, my favorite activity was to go was the park, but not because of the massive jungle gym or the five seat swing set. Across the road seperating the park from the railroad tracks was a dark and dingy bridge that any curious 13 year old would love to explore. It was enormous due to the fact that it passed over the New River canal, a very important waterway in Fort Lauderdale. I had always heard stories of what goes on underneath the bridge, whether it be a hotspot for gang shootouts, drug dealing or using, or even a far fetched tale of a wolf that gaurded it. "If I ever find out about you goin' under that bridge, you wont be able to sit for a week!" my mother would exclaim. When do kids ever listen to their parents?

I believe I was around twelve or thirteen when I finally got the guts to go under the bridge. I was edgy, nervous, but most filled with anxious excitement. I convinced my best friend at the time, Robert, to steal his dad's taser and bring it, just incase we ran into any trouble. He obliged and we set off on our adventure into the unknown. We got to the park and Robert began to have second thoughts. He stopped, turned to me and said, "What if the stories are true! You know they found dead bodies under there right??" I turned to him an exclaimed, "Stop being a pansy, Rob! Everything is cool, besides no one is going to mess with two little kids." Frankly, I wouldn't have gone in there alone. We make our way across the tracks, and start walking towards the river. There was barbed wire fence that ran along the side of the bridge, a mere attempt to stop anyone from tresspassing. I had heard of a small hole that was cut out about halfway to the river. Rob, shaking nervously blurted, "Man, I'm scared. What if we get killed?!" I ignored him because I had spotted it, the hole in the fence blocking us from the unknown excitement that awaited. I didn't say a word, I just knelt down and went through. Robert followed, taser in hand.

The place was a ghostland. No gangs, no druggies, and most importantly no wolf. It was amazing, fifty or sixty support columns that towered 60 feet up, completely covered in graffiti. This amazed me. I had never seen anything so raw and filthy yet beautiful at the same time. I stood dumbfounded about what all of this meant. I thought it was all gang related work. Robert had seen enough, it was nothing special to him, but to me, I was about to enter a world I never knew existed. As I was walking home after helping Robert return his dad's taser, it stirred in my mind what this all meant. I immeadiately went on the computer and typed in "ft. lauderdale graffiti" to a search engine. I browsed through a couple articles about the police cracking down on vandals but then came across a website called "Vandalized". It was a site dedicated for sharing pictures and thoughts on graffiti in the South Florida area. I began to type in names I had remembered from under the bridge. Hundreds of pictures came up, even more beautiful than under the bridge. I was hooked, I had found my calling.

The bridge was no longer a taboo. I loved it. I would spend hours underneath it, taking pictures, sketching letters, and studying every peice until I had every letter structure and color scheme memorized. The day had come, after robbing a few of my neighbor's sheds for spare spraypaint cans, I attempted my first peice. It came out horrid. I soon realized this art of graffiti was not as easy as catching a football or riding a bike, this was going to take practice and lots of it. One day, I was under the bridge sitting on the rocky ground just staring at a peice that had been done by an artist named "Rek", sometimes spelled "Wrek." He was one of the kings of Fort Lauderdale, everywhere I went I saw his name. Light poles, street signs, curbs, bus benches, businesses, even the occasional bilboard. He was my hero. "Hey kid." I nearly defecated my pants. Turning around thinking I was about to get offered crack or get my ass kicked, I saw a tall, lanky, yet dominating man, or as I later learned, teenager. "You like what you see?" he said, pointing to the peice on the column. "Uh y-y-yeah, Rek, man.. He runs this place. I love his sh*t!" I exclaimed. "Thanks kid, you write?" he responded, calm as can be. "Well, I'm trying to learn. I found out about graff about a year ago and I've been sketching and practicing down here." I said, trying to maintain a steady composure. "Oh so you're the new jack, Label, huh?" he questioned. "Umm, well wait are you a cop?" I said, not really knowing what to think. "F**k no, n****. I'm Rek." he said in a proud voice. I was stunned. My hero standing right in front of me. We talked for a bit and agreed on coming down to the bridge once a week and he would show me some techniques. He gave me his cell number and said call him if I wanted to go paint one night. I had become my mentor, a key factor in becoming a writer.

Ever since I met Rek, whose real name is Bryon, I have met so many more people that grew up like me, think like me, and more importantly share my interests. The graffiti community is a tight nit group of people ranging from teens to mid forty year olds who mostly communticate over the internet. My best friend is actually a graffiti writer, and we have grown so close I consider him my brother. Graffiti helps me express myself without drugs or alcohol, although sometimes I do create so pretty great works of art under the influence. It has helped me get through rough points in my life, shaped myself as a person, and given me a unique social style. I think about it more than I think about anything else. To me it is more than a hobby, it is my life and I will never stop.