In the poem, On Turning Ten, Billy Collins was sadended by the loss of his childhood and reminised about his younger days. Billy has come to realize that the world is not all sweets and roses, that there is a more realistic and darker side to the world. Billy understands now that he's not invincible, and he has come to the realization that the world and his life is only going to be tougher from here on out.
Collin is trying to say that when you're a little kid everything seems so easy and there is always a simple solution to everything. Once you grow up you realize that life isn't that easy.
Collins captures childhood by using memories of joyous times in his own childhood. Whether it's being an Arabian wizard, or making himself invisible, Collins shows how the times changed and the ways he played as he grew up.
I think that the saddness and dissapointment that is shown by Collins is what makes this poem so effective. He shows the different transitions in life in just a short period of time.
My own life has changed so much since I was young. By the way I look, dress, act, and who I hang out with. A year can change so many things.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
According to the author the definition of beauty is that you may be beautiful naturally, but with other things to make you look better you will be more beautiful.
According to the author the definition of denial is to use denial as a way out of a problem and to blame on people who don't think the same way that you do.
According to the authorr the definition of evil is how people spread their hate and act upon it, not the evil of satan.
According to the author the definition of denial is to use denial as a way out of a problem and to blame on people who don't think the same way that you do.
According to the authorr the definition of evil is how people spread their hate and act upon it, not the evil of satan.
Monday, March 5, 2012
eating babies
1. The real thesis he's trying to get across is to show that what is going on then in ireland is not the way things should be going. He's trying to show how they need to do something soon to fix the way of life or eventually things will get out of hand and something like eating children will happen.
2.The number of souls in this kingdom being usually reckoned one million and a half, of these I calculate there may be about two hundred thousand couple whose wives are breeders; from which number I subtract thirty thousand couples who are able to maintain their own children,
there will remain an hundred and seventy thousand breeders. I again subtract fifty thousand for those women who miscarry, or whose children die by accident or disease within the year. There only remains one hundred and twenty thousand children of poor parents annually born.
3. I think that the reader starts to realize that the author is ironic after the proposal in paragraph 10.
4. The rich are deffinantly pointed out as being the problem, but they are also putting blame on the english. I think that the author wants to show that the irish are also to blame.
5. I think that the essay strictly functions as a satirical one.
6. The last paragraph is suppossed to show that this was just an idea, and that if this article was about an actual way to try and help Ireland, he wouldn't try to help it. It's to show that most people who have good ideas of ways to improve on what's going on in society, aren't willing to try and help it. They're only willing to voice their ideas.
7. I think that he tries to relate and give ways to help the poor which appeals to them. I haven't had a labor job before and I'm fairly compliant when I'm working at my job.
8. In all honesty, I don't think that it could be done. I think that some people might be willing to do it, or even agree with it, but i don't think it could be done. There is a special bond between a mother and a child that nothing can compare to. Mother's who give their children up for adoption, even when their child is only a day old have seperation problems. If a mother had to raise her child for an entire year, only to be slaughtered, then that mother is not human. My mom cries when I go to camp for a week, how would she have been able to give me up knowing that I was to die? And the French are stupid. Enough said about that.
2.The number of souls in this kingdom being usually reckoned one million and a half, of these I calculate there may be about two hundred thousand couple whose wives are breeders; from which number I subtract thirty thousand couples who are able to maintain their own children,
there will remain an hundred and seventy thousand breeders. I again subtract fifty thousand for those women who miscarry, or whose children die by accident or disease within the year. There only remains one hundred and twenty thousand children of poor parents annually born.
3. I think that the reader starts to realize that the author is ironic after the proposal in paragraph 10.
4. The rich are deffinantly pointed out as being the problem, but they are also putting blame on the english. I think that the author wants to show that the irish are also to blame.
5. I think that the essay strictly functions as a satirical one.
6. The last paragraph is suppossed to show that this was just an idea, and that if this article was about an actual way to try and help Ireland, he wouldn't try to help it. It's to show that most people who have good ideas of ways to improve on what's going on in society, aren't willing to try and help it. They're only willing to voice their ideas.
7. I think that he tries to relate and give ways to help the poor which appeals to them. I haven't had a labor job before and I'm fairly compliant when I'm working at my job.
8. In all honesty, I don't think that it could be done. I think that some people might be willing to do it, or even agree with it, but i don't think it could be done. There is a special bond between a mother and a child that nothing can compare to. Mother's who give their children up for adoption, even when their child is only a day old have seperation problems. If a mother had to raise her child for an entire year, only to be slaughtered, then that mother is not human. My mom cries when I go to camp for a week, how would she have been able to give me up knowing that I was to die? And the French are stupid. Enough said about that.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
I want a wife
1. I think that the thesis statement isn't stated directly, but you can definitely tell what she's trying to get across to her readers. She's trying to tell her readers that the life of a wife is difficult and taken for granted. She wants to show how many things a wife takes care of, without complaint, and without recognition.
2. The effect of the repetition is to show how important a wife is to society and that if everyone had a wife to do everything, then your life would be so much easier.
3. I don' think that she really wants a wife, I think she's just trying to get the point across that wives are taken for granted. I don't think that this ideal spouse exists completely because everyone has a bit of defiance or rebellion in them. No one is perfect enough to not get in an argument every now and then. She wrote this essay to show how and why everyone has it so easy when they have a wife or mother. She wants wives and mothers to get some recognition for all the things they do for their family's.
4. Brady defines a wife as someone who doesn't complain, does everything she is asked, and takes care of everything. In the essay, Brady divides the services of a wife into seperate pargraphs, and in those paragraphs the sentences have relevance to one another or are talking about the same subject. I don't think that the characterization of a wife to her is exactly how I would look at it, however, I do think that all of the responsibilities are spot on. I think she wants her readers to realize all that a mother and wife does, and I think that she wants the mothers and wives to realize all that they do, and not put up with so much of it.
5.
Dear Mrs. Judy Brady,
I really admire you for having the courrage to show people how it really is. People don't seem to understand all that a mother and wife really does for the family. I know that if I didn't have my mom, my family would be in shambles. I think that your essay will effectively show people how important a mother and wife is to a family. I also think that it will pursuade wives and mothers to stand up for themselves and ask for something in return for a change. Husbands need to realize all that they put their wives through, and to reward them for putting up with all their crap. Kids need to realize all that their mother does for them and start helping around the house a little more. I think this essay acurately describes how most mothers and wives feel, and if everyone were to read this essay then they might be able to appreciate them more.
2. The effect of the repetition is to show how important a wife is to society and that if everyone had a wife to do everything, then your life would be so much easier.
3. I don' think that she really wants a wife, I think she's just trying to get the point across that wives are taken for granted. I don't think that this ideal spouse exists completely because everyone has a bit of defiance or rebellion in them. No one is perfect enough to not get in an argument every now and then. She wrote this essay to show how and why everyone has it so easy when they have a wife or mother. She wants wives and mothers to get some recognition for all the things they do for their family's.
4. Brady defines a wife as someone who doesn't complain, does everything she is asked, and takes care of everything. In the essay, Brady divides the services of a wife into seperate pargraphs, and in those paragraphs the sentences have relevance to one another or are talking about the same subject. I don't think that the characterization of a wife to her is exactly how I would look at it, however, I do think that all of the responsibilities are spot on. I think she wants her readers to realize all that a mother and wife does, and I think that she wants the mothers and wives to realize all that they do, and not put up with so much of it.
5.
Dear Mrs. Judy Brady,
I really admire you for having the courrage to show people how it really is. People don't seem to understand all that a mother and wife really does for the family. I know that if I didn't have my mom, my family would be in shambles. I think that your essay will effectively show people how important a mother and wife is to a family. I also think that it will pursuade wives and mothers to stand up for themselves and ask for something in return for a change. Husbands need to realize all that they put their wives through, and to reward them for putting up with all their crap. Kids need to realize all that their mother does for them and start helping around the house a little more. I think this essay acurately describes how most mothers and wives feel, and if everyone were to read this essay then they might be able to appreciate them more.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Thurber
My favorite stories were the first one and the last one. I thought that the first one was really funny how the little girl couldn't be fooled like most little girls in fairy tales. She wasn't some helpless little girl when she pulled out a gun and shot the wolf. This surprised me that he didn't have the wolf trick and eat the girl. I think that Thurber wanted to make fun and show that girls are deffinantly nieve like most think. He used the story Little Red Riding hood for this story.
I liked the last one also because while I was reading it I thought that she would choose the poor prince like how most fairy tales would have it. What surprised me about this story was that unlike most stories she was greedy and chose one of the rich prices. I think that Thurber was trying to make fun of how we would think that she would be good and choose the poor nice prince. I don't think that this story was based off of a particular fairy tale.
I liked the last one also because while I was reading it I thought that she would choose the poor prince like how most fairy tales would have it. What surprised me about this story was that unlike most stories she was greedy and chose one of the rich prices. I think that Thurber was trying to make fun of how we would think that she would be good and choose the poor nice prince. I don't think that this story was based off of a particular fairy tale.
Grimm fairytales
Beauty and the Beast: An old merchant had three daughters and when he asked them what they each wanted from town, the youngest said just a simple rose. When he was on his way back from town a storm hit and so he found a castle to shelter him. After great hospitality from an unknown host, the merchant tried to get one of the roses he saw on a bush for his daughter but a beast came out saying that he was stealing his favorite flowers after such good hospitality and that he would have to bring him his daughter or he would kill the merchant. The daughter came to live at the castle and found that the beast wasn't so bad. The beast let her go home to her father because he was sick but then she had a nightmare that the beast was dying so she rushed back home. She found him on the ground and when she said that she would marry him he turned into a handsome man.
Little Red Riding Hood: Red's mom told her to take some bread to her grandmother in the woods but to remember to stick to the path. Red forgot her mom's advice and kept veering off the path because she would get distracted by little things. A wolf came up and asked her where she was going and found out that she was going to her grandmother's. He tricked her grandma to let him in and he ate her whole. When Red came to the cottage, she kept saying how different her grandma looked because it was actually the big bad wolf and the ate her whole also. A hunter was walking by and saw the wolf and killed him. He cut open the stomach and out popped grandma and Red.
Little Red Riding Hood: Red's mom told her to take some bread to her grandmother in the woods but to remember to stick to the path. Red forgot her mom's advice and kept veering off the path because she would get distracted by little things. A wolf came up and asked her where she was going and found out that she was going to her grandmother's. He tricked her grandma to let him in and he ate her whole. When Red came to the cottage, she kept saying how different her grandma looked because it was actually the big bad wolf and the ate her whole also. A hunter was walking by and saw the wolf and killed him. He cut open the stomach and out popped grandma and Red.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Aesops fables
The Dog and the Wolf: The wolf was hungry and the dog said that he could get the wolf food if he comes with him to his master and allows to be chained at night. The wolf leaves when he sees the color mark.
The Moral: Better starve free than be a fat slave
The Sick Lion: As the Lion lay dying, his subjects decide to pay him back for old grudges.
The Moral:Only cowards insult dying majesty
The Two Fellows and the Bear: Two men were walking in the woods when a bear jumped out. The first man hid leaving the second man to fend for himself. The second man lay on the ground and the bear sniffed him and then left.
The bear had whispered the moral into the second man's ear saying: Never trust a friend who deserts you at a pinch
The Young Thief and His Mother: A man gets caught for stealing and he asks to see his mom. When his mom gets there he went to bite her ear off as punishment to her because when he was young he would steal and she would never rebuke him for it.
The Moral:Train up a child in the way he should go; and when he is
old he will not depart therefrom
The Hare With Many Friends: The hare had many friends but when he asked those friends for help when he was trying to get away from the hounds none of them were willing to help him.
The Moral:He that has many friends, has no friends
The Trees and the Axe: A man asked if he could make a handle for his axe by one of the trees and the trees gave him a young tree. When the man was done with the handle he used the axe to cut down more trees.
The Moral:In yielding the rights of others, we may endanger our own.
The Lion in Love: A lion fell in love with a young maiden but when he went to marry her, her parents said he was to scary so they asked him to cut his claws and remove his teeth. When he came back to show them that he did that for their daughter they laughed in his face and told him to do his worst now.
The Moral:Love can tame the wildest
The Old Hound: An old hound tried to catch a boar but because of his old age he couldn't hold on and let it go. His master abused him and the hound said that he should be praised for what he once was, not for wat he is now.
The Moral:No one should be blamed for his infirmities
The Mischievous Dog: A dog would bite people's ankles so much that his master but a bell and rope around his neck. The dog thought to be proud of this and would strut around with it until another dog told him that it wasn't something to be proud of, that it was to show that he was a bad dog.
The Moral: Those who achieve notoriety often mistake it for fame
The Lion and the Boar: Both the lion and the boar came to a well to drink out of it at the same time. They began to fight about who should get to drink first until they realized that there were voultures watching them ready to feast on the loser. They decided it was beter to be friends then to be the food of voultures.
The Moral:Those who strive are often watched by others who will take advantage of their defeat to benefit themselves
The Moral: Better starve free than be a fat slave
The Sick Lion: As the Lion lay dying, his subjects decide to pay him back for old grudges.
The Moral:Only cowards insult dying majesty
The Two Fellows and the Bear: Two men were walking in the woods when a bear jumped out. The first man hid leaving the second man to fend for himself. The second man lay on the ground and the bear sniffed him and then left.
The bear had whispered the moral into the second man's ear saying: Never trust a friend who deserts you at a pinch
The Young Thief and His Mother: A man gets caught for stealing and he asks to see his mom. When his mom gets there he went to bite her ear off as punishment to her because when he was young he would steal and she would never rebuke him for it.
The Moral:Train up a child in the way he should go; and when he is
old he will not depart therefrom
The Hare With Many Friends: The hare had many friends but when he asked those friends for help when he was trying to get away from the hounds none of them were willing to help him.
The Moral:He that has many friends, has no friends
The Trees and the Axe: A man asked if he could make a handle for his axe by one of the trees and the trees gave him a young tree. When the man was done with the handle he used the axe to cut down more trees.
The Moral:In yielding the rights of others, we may endanger our own.
The Lion in Love: A lion fell in love with a young maiden but when he went to marry her, her parents said he was to scary so they asked him to cut his claws and remove his teeth. When he came back to show them that he did that for their daughter they laughed in his face and told him to do his worst now.
The Moral:Love can tame the wildest
The Old Hound: An old hound tried to catch a boar but because of his old age he couldn't hold on and let it go. His master abused him and the hound said that he should be praised for what he once was, not for wat he is now.
The Moral:No one should be blamed for his infirmities
The Mischievous Dog: A dog would bite people's ankles so much that his master but a bell and rope around his neck. The dog thought to be proud of this and would strut around with it until another dog told him that it wasn't something to be proud of, that it was to show that he was a bad dog.
The Moral: Those who achieve notoriety often mistake it for fame
The Lion and the Boar: Both the lion and the boar came to a well to drink out of it at the same time. They began to fight about who should get to drink first until they realized that there were voultures watching them ready to feast on the loser. They decided it was beter to be friends then to be the food of voultures.
The Moral:Those who strive are often watched by others who will take advantage of their defeat to benefit themselves
Friday, February 17, 2012
fairy tale poem
I wonder if the Wolf knew.
I can't imagine that he did.
If he had known he wouldn't have gone after her,
the girl in the bright red riding hood.
Couldn't he smell it?
Wouldn't he notice the lack of noise in her chest.
The absence of Buh-bump, Buh-bump,
that all humans have to keep them alive?
When he jumped her in the woods,
that little girl of skin and bone,
did he know that she would be that strong?
Did he know she would be that fast?
If he had seen her fangs before he pounced,
would he have still done it?
He must not have known that wolves,
should never mess with vampires.
I can't imagine that he did.
If he had known he wouldn't have gone after her,
the girl in the bright red riding hood.
Couldn't he smell it?
Wouldn't he notice the lack of noise in her chest.
The absence of Buh-bump, Buh-bump,
that all humans have to keep them alive?
When he jumped her in the woods,
that little girl of skin and bone,
did he know that she would be that strong?
Did he know she would be that fast?
If he had seen her fangs before he pounced,
would he have still done it?
He must not have known that wolves,
should never mess with vampires.
fairy tale stuff
I know that this mouse has saved my life, but I'm just so hungry. The lion looked down at the mouse and suddenly pounced.
Belle looked at the man who was once a beast. I was reaching that time of night of the full moon and she knew it wouldn't be long now. They thought that the kiss had cured the curse, but in truth it only made it subside until the full moon. Once every month the beast would come back, causing her love to writh in pain.
Ariel looked at her man, hoping that the kiss would break the curse of her tail. When her lips touched his the world went black. When they both woke up they looked down hoping for feet, but what they got was not what they were expecting.
The grasshopper looked down at the ants hoping for some compasion. He saw that they weren't going to let him get away for his laziness. The grasshopper begged and pleaded with the ants but they weren't going to give in. Finally the grasshopper realized he could just take some food.
When Cinderella got help from her fairy god mother, she hadn't been informed that she would have to pay a price. Cinderella didn't know that her fairy god mother was in cohorts with the evil Rumplestiltskin. As Cinderella has her first born Rumplestiltskin shows up for her baby.
Red could feel the eyes on her and the hair on the back of her neck stood up. She knew it was the wolf following her. She didn't understand why he was following her. Didn't he know? Couldn't he smell what she was? She heard him crouch and heard him ready himself to pounce. Red slowly extracted her fangs, preparing herself for the attack.
Alice let her guard down for the first time she had been in Wonderland. How could this nice man with a huge hat be a bad man. She took a sip of the tea and listen to Hatter jabber on about this or that. Suddenly she didn't feel so good. The world started spinning and blurred.
Gulliver couldn't understand why he couldn't get free. Had they drugged him? He felt a burst of anger and energy and ripped out of his constraints.
The princess climbed up her ladder to go to bed early, considering tomorrow was going to be a very important day. As she layed down she didn't feel all too comfortable. Something was poking her in the back. When she tried to resituate herself she felt the mountain of beds shift. Uh oh, she tought. Suddenly the world started tipping as the tower of beds started crashing down.
Snow ran through the woods, jumping and dodging trees and branches. She heard the soldiers crashing in behind her. Snow knew that if they caught up with her they would kill her. Snow realized that running wasn't the way to do things. She slowwed down and turned to wait for her enemy.
Belle looked at the man who was once a beast. I was reaching that time of night of the full moon and she knew it wouldn't be long now. They thought that the kiss had cured the curse, but in truth it only made it subside until the full moon. Once every month the beast would come back, causing her love to writh in pain.
Ariel looked at her man, hoping that the kiss would break the curse of her tail. When her lips touched his the world went black. When they both woke up they looked down hoping for feet, but what they got was not what they were expecting.
The grasshopper looked down at the ants hoping for some compasion. He saw that they weren't going to let him get away for his laziness. The grasshopper begged and pleaded with the ants but they weren't going to give in. Finally the grasshopper realized he could just take some food.
When Cinderella got help from her fairy god mother, she hadn't been informed that she would have to pay a price. Cinderella didn't know that her fairy god mother was in cohorts with the evil Rumplestiltskin. As Cinderella has her first born Rumplestiltskin shows up for her baby.
Red could feel the eyes on her and the hair on the back of her neck stood up. She knew it was the wolf following her. She didn't understand why he was following her. Didn't he know? Couldn't he smell what she was? She heard him crouch and heard him ready himself to pounce. Red slowly extracted her fangs, preparing herself for the attack.
Alice let her guard down for the first time she had been in Wonderland. How could this nice man with a huge hat be a bad man. She took a sip of the tea and listen to Hatter jabber on about this or that. Suddenly she didn't feel so good. The world started spinning and blurred.
Gulliver couldn't understand why he couldn't get free. Had they drugged him? He felt a burst of anger and energy and ripped out of his constraints.
The princess climbed up her ladder to go to bed early, considering tomorrow was going to be a very important day. As she layed down she didn't feel all too comfortable. Something was poking her in the back. When she tried to resituate herself she felt the mountain of beds shift. Uh oh, she tought. Suddenly the world started tipping as the tower of beds started crashing down.
Snow ran through the woods, jumping and dodging trees and branches. She heard the soldiers crashing in behind her. Snow knew that if they caught up with her they would kill her. Snow realized that running wasn't the way to do things. She slowwed down and turned to wait for her enemy.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
valentines day
The girls without dates look down at the ground,
sadness shines and sparkles in their eyes,
wipping the streaks of tears without a sound.
wishing and hoping they would get a guy.
The day of red and pink comes once a year,
flower's and chocolate sold out from the shops,
the gentlemen in love buy them with cheer
the couples never want this day to stop.
kisses and embraces flow through the air
dressing up for a lovely dinnner date,
the loveless search to someday be a pair
hoping that loneliness isn't their fate.
single's hide inside for they are not keen
to go out on february fourteen.
sadness shines and sparkles in their eyes,
wipping the streaks of tears without a sound.
wishing and hoping they would get a guy.
The day of red and pink comes once a year,
flower's and chocolate sold out from the shops,
the gentlemen in love buy them with cheer
the couples never want this day to stop.
kisses and embraces flow through the air
dressing up for a lovely dinnner date,
the loveless search to someday be a pair
hoping that loneliness isn't their fate.
single's hide inside for they are not keen
to go out on february fourteen.
Monday, February 13, 2012
The first essay I read was called Books at All Costs by Kristin Kelly. The title of this essay is what caught my attention because I love to read. Kelly was a high school teacher who left her job to go to graduate school. In her first class she read T.S. Elliot, which she had to go buy the Oxford English Dictionary to help her understand most of the words. This dictionary cost about 300 dollars. Kelly talks about how owning your own book is so much better then borrowing and how by owning books you can leave a legacy. I totally agree with her on this. I love going to the library, but when I get gift cards to a book store, it's so much better. When you own a book you can call it your own, you can make marks in it, and you can bend the tops of the pages. I love owning books because I know that I can go back and read it any time I want.
The second essay I read was called Call Your Mother by Suzanne Biemiller. This caught my eye because I'm very attached to my mom. I'm a huge mama's girl and I always will be. This essay tells us how when Suzanne went off to college she started to call her mom as often as possible, and how even now that they live in the same city they talk almost every day. The other day my mom and I were talking about college and I told her how I was going to call her every day. I don't know how I'm going to survive without my mom, even though I'm only going to be two hours away. I can totally relate with what Suzanne said about how calling your mom and just hearing her voice can calm you and reassure you.
The third essay I read was called Grace Is a Gift by Laura Durham. This essay tells about a time in the third grade when she forgot her spelling test at home and how her teacher gave her grace by forgiving her and not making an example out of her. She says that she remembers this a lot of the time when she thinks what comes around goes around, and how she must remember to forgive and give grace. I agree that sometimes we just need to use compasion and forgive people. I had a time in fifth grade when my teacher caught me cheating during a test and instead of writing me up or telling my mom, she gave me forgiveness and grace and let it go. I totally agree that sometimes you need to just give people grace and forgiveness.
The fourth essay I read was called Do What You Love writen by Tony Hawk. I wanted to read this because I always had fascination and admiration for Tony Hawk. Tony talks about how people judge him because his profession is skateboarding, but he doesn't care because he's doing what he loves. He talked about his son used to skate for endorsements but then he dropped those because he just wanted to skate for fun. Tony explained that even if you don't make it to the top, you should still do what you love. I really relate to this because I always knew that I wasn't going to make it to the top in soccer because of all my injuries, but I know that in the future that isn't going to stop me from doing what I love. I know that I will always love and play soccer.
The second essay I read was called Call Your Mother by Suzanne Biemiller. This caught my eye because I'm very attached to my mom. I'm a huge mama's girl and I always will be. This essay tells us how when Suzanne went off to college she started to call her mom as often as possible, and how even now that they live in the same city they talk almost every day. The other day my mom and I were talking about college and I told her how I was going to call her every day. I don't know how I'm going to survive without my mom, even though I'm only going to be two hours away. I can totally relate with what Suzanne said about how calling your mom and just hearing her voice can calm you and reassure you.
The third essay I read was called Grace Is a Gift by Laura Durham. This essay tells about a time in the third grade when she forgot her spelling test at home and how her teacher gave her grace by forgiving her and not making an example out of her. She says that she remembers this a lot of the time when she thinks what comes around goes around, and how she must remember to forgive and give grace. I agree that sometimes we just need to use compasion and forgive people. I had a time in fifth grade when my teacher caught me cheating during a test and instead of writing me up or telling my mom, she gave me forgiveness and grace and let it go. I totally agree that sometimes you need to just give people grace and forgiveness.
The fourth essay I read was called Do What You Love writen by Tony Hawk. I wanted to read this because I always had fascination and admiration for Tony Hawk. Tony talks about how people judge him because his profession is skateboarding, but he doesn't care because he's doing what he loves. He talked about his son used to skate for endorsements but then he dropped those because he just wanted to skate for fun. Tony explained that even if you don't make it to the top, you should still do what you love. I really relate to this because I always knew that I wasn't going to make it to the top in soccer because of all my injuries, but I know that in the future that isn't going to stop me from doing what I love. I know that I will always love and play soccer.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
action words
- I looked down into the dark cold water, realizing that there was no other choice but to jump. I could hear the pounding footsteps getting closer and closer. If I waited much longer I knew I would be caught. I closed my eyes and thought to myself "It will be okay. It's your only option." I opened my eyes looked down into the pitch black water. I squeezed my eyes shut and jumped over the edge into the water below. I felt weightless as I fell through the air. I imagined that this must be how a leaf feels when it falls to the ground. I felt a rush of cold run through my body as I finally reached my destination.
- It was over. I collapsed to the ground, despair and disappointment washing over me like a tidal wave. My last game as a senior, and we had lost. One of my teammates walked over and gave me a pat on the back, but all the condolences in the world wouldn't be able to fix how I felt. My tears blurred my vision as I reached down to unstrap my keeper gloves. I couldn't bear to keep them on, as it was a reminder of my own failure to myself, and my team. With my hands shaking, I brushed the grass knowing that this was the last time I would be on this field. My heart twisted in my chest as my hand came into contact with the field that had become my second home for the last four years.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
- Then the baby started to cry this horrible imitation baby’s cry. It was so loud and terrible. I quickly put the key into the doll’s back so it would quit crying, and then I had to explain to the salesclerk why I was carrying around a plastic doll.
All of a sudden I heard a shrill, high pitched noise. It felt as if someone was taking nails to my ears. As fast as a cheetah, I jammed the key into the back of the doll's back to shush it up. I nervously and embarassingly looked around. The salesclerk was looking at me with a funny look on his face. I then explained the reason why i was carrying around a plastic doll.
- The doll really did look like a live baby from a distance. It even had a pleasant baby powder smell.
The doll had brown hair, brown eyes, and a cute button nose. From a distance you couldn't even tell that the baby was made out of plastic. The baby even had a smell that reminded me of my little cousin after we'd put baby powder all over him
- .My friends came over, and we all piled into the car. It was kind of squished because we had the baby’s seat in there, too. I had to treat the doll like a real baby because the computer inside also measured any abuse to the doll, such as shaking or neglect.
My friends finally showed up and we all piled into the car. I felt slightly claustrophobic with the baby set taking up most of the back seat. I had to make sure that the baby was secure in the baby seat, like a real baby would be. The doll had a computer inside it which could tell when any abuse happened to it. I had to make sure that I didn't shake, drop, or neglect eh baby whatsoever. The baby was deffinantly not supossed to be used as a shake weight.
Monday, February 6, 2012
squishy and mouse
I have a pet mouse named Fred. He is my favorite of all my pets. He resembled Dumbo with his big ears and his nose was as cute as a button. You wouldn't think that a mouse would be a very good companion, but he was. He listened to me and never barked when i was trying to tell a story, like how my dog Henry does. He never hissed at me when I give him a hug like my cat Tuna does. He's all in all a perfect pet. He's a very resourceful and smart mouse. He likes to lie on his back, pinch the cage door releaser, and push with his legs so he can be free. One day he got out and I was searching all over for him. Suddenly I felt something squishy under my foot. I looked down and felt very sad as if the world was crashing down on my. Fred was no more. At that time, there was nothing I could think of to take the empty space in my heart that Fred left.
Suddenly I spotted a new mouse that had crawled out of its home in the wall. In a blink of an eye, an eagle swooped down through the window and snatched my new friend. The feeling of exuberance from finding the mouse drastically turned to sorrow, and looking for a new mouse was out of the question. Time to go find a hamster. Hamsters were a much more practical pet. They were bigger so they were less likely to get stepped on. I frantically started looking for a hamster to purchase. I searched high and low under logs, bushes, and dumpsters when finally a thought hit me like an explosion. I could just go to the pet store and buy a hamster! So I ran as fast as I could to the first pet store I saw. I burst through the doors and ran down every aisle. With every turn, dissapointment filled my heart. There weren't any hamsters anywhere. With my head low, staring at the ground with pain from the inability to find a friend I left the store in sorrow. The pain got so bad I just wanted to cry, but I couldn't cry in public, so I sprinted to the door. I was almost out of the store when I slipped on some sand from the hermit crab cage.
BAM! My head smacked the hard ground like a baseball player hitting a ball and everything went black. When I woke up I was in the wild wild west and I was surrounded by cowboys and outlaws. I had no idea why the cowboys and outlaws were fighting, but I was hoping that the cowboys would be victorious. I caught a tumbleweed and hid behind it until all of the chaos was done. I felt as if I was in an old John Wayne movie. The cowboys killed off all of the outlaws and peace was restored. I spoke to the cowboys about the fight and asked them where I was. They told me I was in the year 2425 and that I was in Spain. They were fighting over the last of the pineapples. The pineapple was soon to be extinct and there was a limited supply stashed in an underground chamber under the capital of Spain. I asked, "Why are the pineapple's so important?" The very handsome, strapping young cowboy responded, "Pineapple's have been found to have certain chemical that cure many diseases that used to be major problems in society. Without Pineapple's we wouldn't be able to treat most of our sick." I realized that if I was going to live here, I was going to have to adjust to life in 2425.
Suddenly I spotted a new mouse that had crawled out of its home in the wall. In a blink of an eye, an eagle swooped down through the window and snatched my new friend. The feeling of exuberance from finding the mouse drastically turned to sorrow, and looking for a new mouse was out of the question. Time to go find a hamster. Hamsters were a much more practical pet. They were bigger so they were less likely to get stepped on. I frantically started looking for a hamster to purchase. I searched high and low under logs, bushes, and dumpsters when finally a thought hit me like an explosion. I could just go to the pet store and buy a hamster! So I ran as fast as I could to the first pet store I saw. I burst through the doors and ran down every aisle. With every turn, dissapointment filled my heart. There weren't any hamsters anywhere. With my head low, staring at the ground with pain from the inability to find a friend I left the store in sorrow. The pain got so bad I just wanted to cry, but I couldn't cry in public, so I sprinted to the door. I was almost out of the store when I slipped on some sand from the hermit crab cage.
BAM! My head smacked the hard ground like a baseball player hitting a ball and everything went black. When I woke up I was in the wild wild west and I was surrounded by cowboys and outlaws. I had no idea why the cowboys and outlaws were fighting, but I was hoping that the cowboys would be victorious. I caught a tumbleweed and hid behind it until all of the chaos was done. I felt as if I was in an old John Wayne movie. The cowboys killed off all of the outlaws and peace was restored. I spoke to the cowboys about the fight and asked them where I was. They told me I was in the year 2425 and that I was in Spain. They were fighting over the last of the pineapples. The pineapple was soon to be extinct and there was a limited supply stashed in an underground chamber under the capital of Spain. I asked, "Why are the pineapple's so important?" The very handsome, strapping young cowboy responded, "Pineapple's have been found to have certain chemical that cure many diseases that used to be major problems in society. Without Pineapple's we wouldn't be able to treat most of our sick." I realized that if I was going to live here, I was going to have to adjust to life in 2425.
Friday, January 27, 2012
1. What are the strengths of your partner’s essay? Why?
My partner was very good with sensory detail and making you really feel what they were feeling.
2. What areas could use improvements? In other words, what suggestions can you give
your partner that will help his/her paper improve?
I would say use better word choice. Some of the words that were choosen didn't really work or make sense to use in the situation. Also watch out for run on sentences.
3. What is your favorite literary device used in your partner’s essay?My favorite litarary device that my parner used was the use of metaphors
4. What is the part of the paper that stands out as the most "catchy" or important?
I think that the part that stands out the most was the description of losing the game.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
- I mostly just told my story. I didn't really show it.
- I told about people and the place that we were but I don't think that I used to much detail.
- I gave actual names to people and places but i didn't describe any taste or things like that very well.
- There really isn't a conflict in my story. The climatic event is mostly from when i get hurt. I don't really have any moral to the story and I basically stay the same person as i was before.
- I think that the story was pretty relevant to today because it was this past summer but I don't know how relevant it will be in the future.
- I don't think I did a very good job focusing on main idea. I seem to jump around from place to place. My story is more like a journal entry then a narrative.
- The point of view is always in the authors.
Friday, January 20, 2012
1. What did you think of this narrative?
I thought that this narrative was really interesting. I don't know much about Helen Keller's life, but this story gave me a little more insight on how difficult she had it.
2. What was most interesting or engaging about it?
I think that the most interesting thing about it is that she learned all these names for objects because of this one teacher. If this teacher had never come to Helen Keller to teach her, her life would have been drastically changed and she wouldn't be a figure of hope and overcoming obsticels, today.
3. What surprised you?
I think the thing that most surprised me is that she didn't even know what water was. It's hard to comprehend what not knowing what water was or even looked like.
4. Did this change your outlook on Helen Keller at all? Why or why not?
I deffinantly have more respect for Helen Keller now because I know now the kind of hardships she went through. You would have to have a lot of patience and determination to learn every thing like she did.
5. Copy and paste three examples of vivid detail and imagery that helped enhance the story
6. How can a narrative be more engaging than something like a biography? Why is it important to get someone's personal perspective?
It can be more engaging to read a narative because it is coming from someones personal experience. It is important to get someone's personal perspective because they know exactly how they feel, whereas in a biography, the person wrighting about the other person has to make asumptions.
7. Make a bulltted lists of some things you could write a narrative about
I thought that this narrative was really interesting. I don't know much about Helen Keller's life, but this story gave me a little more insight on how difficult she had it.
2. What was most interesting or engaging about it?
I think that the most interesting thing about it is that she learned all these names for objects because of this one teacher. If this teacher had never come to Helen Keller to teach her, her life would have been drastically changed and she wouldn't be a figure of hope and overcoming obsticels, today.
3. What surprised you?
I think the thing that most surprised me is that she didn't even know what water was. It's hard to comprehend what not knowing what water was or even looked like.
4. Did this change your outlook on Helen Keller at all? Why or why not?
I deffinantly have more respect for Helen Keller now because I know now the kind of hardships she went through. You would have to have a lot of patience and determination to learn every thing like she did.
5. Copy and paste three examples of vivid detail and imagery that helped enhance the story
- As we returned to the house every object which I touched seemed to quiver with life.
- Have you ever been at sea in a dense fog, when it seemed as if a tangible white darkness shut you in, and the great ship, tense and anxious, groped her way toward the shore with plummet and sounding-line, and you waited with beating heart for something to happen?
- My fingers lingered almost unconsciously on the familiar leaves and blossoms which had just come forth to greet the sweet southern spring.
6. How can a narrative be more engaging than something like a biography? Why is it important to get someone's personal perspective?
It can be more engaging to read a narative because it is coming from someones personal experience. It is important to get someone's personal perspective because they know exactly how they feel, whereas in a biography, the person wrighting about the other person has to make asumptions.
7. Make a bulltted lists of some things you could write a narrative about
- Soccer
- Surgery
- Dances
- Trips to Oregon
- Trips to Nebraska
- Life in California
- Getting my dog
- Getting my license
- Getting the Camero from Nebraska
- Concussions
Thursday, January 19, 2012
I am from golden gates and redwood trees,
from sunny days and rainy winters.
I am from t-shirts and jeans,
from tennis shoes and athletic wear.
I am from corn fields and flat land,
from tall mountains and beautiful greens.
I am from two types of faith, right or wrong,
from family gatherings around the menorah, to presents around the tree.
I am from bare feet and summer nights,
hanging out and running around.
I am from countless injuries, too many to remeber.
from lost thoughts and headaches,
from swollen ankles, elbows, and knee,
my name is calamity.
I am from the mud and durt of a green field,
from endless days of hardwork and practice,
from blood and bruises of diving through the air, parallel to the ground.
I am from shinguards to cleats,
to jerseys to gloves,
soccer is and was my way of life.
I am from small dogs and big dogs,
from crying little cousins, to bothersome siblings.
I am from a brother who makes annoying faces,
to a sister who never asks to borrow my clothes.
I am from long car rides, filled with yelling and spatial problems.
I am from Marry Poppin's umbrela, to Maria's guitar,
from Harry's glasses, to Mr. Darcy's awkwardness.
I am from rumbling and roaring engines,
from oil stains and coolant refils.
I am from shamrocks and red coats,
from German beer to Russian vodka.
from sunny days and rainy winters.
I am from t-shirts and jeans,
from tennis shoes and athletic wear.
I am from corn fields and flat land,
from tall mountains and beautiful greens.
I am from two types of faith, right or wrong,
from family gatherings around the menorah, to presents around the tree.
I am from bare feet and summer nights,
hanging out and running around.
I am from countless injuries, too many to remeber.
from lost thoughts and headaches,
from swollen ankles, elbows, and knee,
my name is calamity.
I am from the mud and durt of a green field,
from endless days of hardwork and practice,
from blood and bruises of diving through the air, parallel to the ground.
I am from shinguards to cleats,
to jerseys to gloves,
soccer is and was my way of life.
I am from small dogs and big dogs,
from crying little cousins, to bothersome siblings.
I am from a brother who makes annoying faces,
to a sister who never asks to borrow my clothes.
I am from long car rides, filled with yelling and spatial problems.
I am from Marry Poppin's umbrela, to Maria's guitar,
from Harry's glasses, to Mr. Darcy's awkwardness.
I am from rumbling and roaring engines,
from oil stains and coolant refils.
I am from shamrocks and red coats,
from German beer to Russian vodka.
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