6 Writing Responses
Write About What One Would Find in My Closet Right Now
Well. You'd expect it to be sloppy, right? A pigsty, right? You would think that since, you know, I dress and act like an ape, my room is a zoo. But it's not. Currently it is surgically clean. You could do a brain-transplant operation on my desk, or walk in and take a comfortable nap on the floor, without worrying about that heap of disgusting dirty clothes in the corner. I look at it this way. Happiness is more abundant in clean homes. It just is. There's less stress, frustration, whatever. Plus, if you were given all this space, you might as well keep it tidy. I know sometimes even I slip. Sometimes, I don't clean my room in awhile. But it really super totally starts to bug the liveliness out of my life when my room isn't looking nice. It's just how I am, end of story, period, the end. And if you don't believe me? Let me just tell you, it makes me unhappy, and frustrated, and ticked to the max, when I am not able to see my floor. Let's just say I like to feel the carpet between my toes. And I hate having an obstacle course from my bed to the bathroom in the middle of the night. All in all, it's just not worth it. Heck, I even try and organize my shoes when I can help it. Call me a freak of nature if you want, but that's just how I like stuff. Clean. Fresh. Relaxed. Can you smell the scent of freedom?
Write About How My Parents Views Would Change if They Lived My Life For a Day
Okay, just saying, I could totally write about this for days. I literally could go on and on and on. Why? Well I don't exactly agree with my dad a lot, if at all, ever. And that's really sad, because we are very similar in a lot of ways. It's thanks to him, in fact, that Finnish Scandinavian blood pumps hot through my veins, and I look and act and feel the way I do about just about everything. Or at least part of it. He's got like fifty-percent of my gene pool or something, and yet we fight and duke it out, just about every time I see him. (My parents are divorced.) But what's the cause of all this? Who's the idiot here? What's going on, exactly? Let me answer that question with another question. Have you ever met someone who is a one way street, with no reverse option, and a lot of steam and deaf ears to you? That's my dad in a nutshell. It's not gossip, or whatever. It is a little bit mean, but to be honest, it is the truth. He can be really hard headed about stuff. He's stubborn as a mule, and faster than a wildfire when jumping to conclusions. It's honestly really tough. Especially since, in my mind, his vision is skewed a lot. But there's nothing I can do, since I'm not the adult or the parent or leader guardian or whatever you want to call it. Don't get me wrong, I love my dad, I really do. We just disagree on a lot of things.
Write About What I Could Do If I Were Snowed In
Ooh, I love this writing prompt! Okay, so first, I would dig out a cave in the snow, and make a snow throne, that also doubles as a toilet, (You know, 'cause that's kind of what a throne is) and then I'd have a private stockpile of snowballs in case I was robbed in the middle of the night, and I'd take a pole and poke it out of the snow so I could get air. Then when I got tired of eating snow for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I suppose I'd burrow to the grocery store, where I'd get some emergency essentials with my savings account or something, and then I'd go back to my little hidey-hole. But yeah, I mean it's really too bad that this isn't exactly a realistic situation in Utah. I'll admit it, I am super jealous of the eskimos up North. Seriously, they get to do all the fun stuff, no joke. And some people say they are primitive, but if you ask me, they are a heck of a lot smarter than we are! They don't have to worry about economic upheavals, or presidential elections, or taxes, or druggies, or flying monkeys, or whatever! Instead, they just chillax out in their little igloo huts and hunt caribou! How fun does that sound!? I mean, sure, I'd want a shower every now and then, and maybe a change in diet, but on the whole, I totally think that they've got it better than us! Anyways, I guess what I'm saying is that we should all take a page from the eskimo book and party if ever we get snowed in! Revel in it! Love it people!
Write About Designing One Room In a House to Suit Only My Needs
If I were going to design a room, it'd be huge. One part laser tag, another part restaurant, another part jacuzi and pool, and a final part weight workout room. It would be sick. In the restaurant I would have it be Mexican food or Italian food, depending on my mood. Or it could be just whatever I wanted I guess. After all, since this is my dream room, I can do whatever I want with it! No heighth, width, or space limit, and as much as want with as much stuff in it and people and whatever the I honestly want! The sky is the limit here, people. So I'd have a remote control with slots cut in the floor so I could transport everywhere in my jacuzi, because it would be a portable madhouse. I wouldn't have to move for food, because I'd move to the food. Conveniently located right by the restaurant would also be the restrooms. And they'd have those comfy toilet seats as well as deliciously scented soap. Oh, and the weight workout room would totally be tripped out with sick gadgets like a huge projector that played any movie, music, or radio station I wanted. Also, I'd have a perfectly sized bed for my future dog that levitated, and followed me wherever I went, so that that way, the dog could be as comfortable as I was! So yeah, anyways, life would be good in my huge, awesome, amazing room. And it will exist, even if it's only in my head.
Write About Yourself When You Are Older Than 25
You know, I'm going to be super awesome. I'll have a family, and I'll be a star one-hundred-miler runner, and I will own a big house because my job will be an emergency room doctor. I'll also be active in the LDS church, and I'll have published several interesting hit book series that have squadrons of fans. Not to mention, I'll also be saving up for cool stuff, and hopefully a nice convertible car. I'll have one of those couple-day-old unshaven looks, if that's okay with my future stellar wife. I might have twins for kids, and hands-down I will probably have a pet of some kind. If my wife is allergic to dogs, I'll get a cat. If she's allergic to a cat, then I will get us a frog. If she is allergic to a frog or amphibian, well, you get the picture. I will figure something out. Besides that, in my backyard, if there happens to be a tree, there will be a treefort in it, because of course I'm not going to skimp on my kid's childhood. I will make them sweet stuff like treeforts all the time, anyway. I will also have hot tub in my backyard if I can get it, and hopefully my house is at least two story, preferably three. So, yeah, I guess that's me in the future. If I happen to be wrong about it, sue me, I guess. (Actually don't, because I really would hate to be sued.)
Write About Your Five Favorite Words
Let me just start off by saying that I love words. I love how they sound, and I absolutely love how they can motivate people. They are great, fancy ways of communication. They are truly great. But anyways, here's my five favorite words, and why they are my favorite.
1. Supercalafragalisticexpealidocious - I love this word, because to me, it represents happiness. I love Mary Poppins. She has some great ideas. If you haven't watched that movie, then you should. And even if you have seen it, well, watch it again, because if you're ever down, then it'll cheer you up! :)
2. Antidisestablishmentarism - Yes, this is actually a real word. And yes, this is actually one of the longest words in the English language. But I only know this because of my best friend, Hayden Weenig, who was totally into interesting tidbits of information like that when he was younger. I think it's fascinating.
3. Happiness - This simple word is the symbol of all things positive and great in life. It's a good word to know, and a good thing to focus on. I love it. It's great.
4. Hope - Same as the last word, kind of. Except that this represents a more specific thing that is positive -- Belief that the future will be better. Honestly it's a great word to have around.
5. Squeamish - This time, the definition has nothing to do with why I like it. I just love the sound of this word.
Write About What You Think the Ideal Age Would Be and Why
I think that, hands down, the ideal age to be would be the age you are right before you die. I know to some people, that sounds really weird. But you know what? That's because they haven't heard my reason yet, because it's a good one. You'll see. Here's why.
I think that the ideal age is right before you die because that is when you get to look back on your life and see all of your accomplishments. I guess that that could be really negative and bad as well, but hey, if you lived the best you could, then you don't have anything to worry about. I think that better you live, the more good and influential you try to be in other people's lives, the better off you'll feel when you do finally kick the can. I hope that's not too hard to grasp. In all truthfulness, though, worry destroys anything good. Yes, you will mess up, but that's not the point. If you try hard enough to be who you want to, you will achieve your ends. But if you just try and skip through life like there's no tomorrow, guaranteed, things won't turn out good.
Honestly, though, if you know who you are and what you stand for now, and you make reasonable goals, and you always try to put love before hate, strength over fear, faith over doubt, optimism over pessimism, and basically do all the things that you know you should, you will turn out all right in the end. Anyways, that's just my little shpeal on that.
Writing Blog Due Sunday, Febuary 17, 2013
Poem Responses (3 Writing Responses)
Casey at the Bat
Poetic Devices:
Repetition
Where Was It Found?
It was found all throughout the poem, at the last stanza of every grouping of words. It usually ended up saying "Casey at the Bat."
End Rhyme
Where Was It Found?
It was found in these words:
bat, hat, place, face, yell, dell, occurred, third, etc.
Narrative
Where Was It Found?
It was the whole poem, since the poem was the story.
Juxtaposition
Where Was It Found?
Write About What One Would Find in My Closet Right Now
Well. You'd expect it to be sloppy, right? A pigsty, right? You would think that since, you know, I dress and act like an ape, my room is a zoo. But it's not. Currently it is surgically clean. You could do a brain-transplant operation on my desk, or walk in and take a comfortable nap on the floor, without worrying about that heap of disgusting dirty clothes in the corner. I look at it this way. Happiness is more abundant in clean homes. It just is. There's less stress, frustration, whatever. Plus, if you were given all this space, you might as well keep it tidy. I know sometimes even I slip. Sometimes, I don't clean my room in awhile. But it really super totally starts to bug the liveliness out of my life when my room isn't looking nice. It's just how I am, end of story, period, the end. And if you don't believe me? Let me just tell you, it makes me unhappy, and frustrated, and ticked to the max, when I am not able to see my floor. Let's just say I like to feel the carpet between my toes. And I hate having an obstacle course from my bed to the bathroom in the middle of the night. All in all, it's just not worth it. Heck, I even try and organize my shoes when I can help it. Call me a freak of nature if you want, but that's just how I like stuff. Clean. Fresh. Relaxed. Can you smell the scent of freedom?
Write About How My Parents Views Would Change if They Lived My Life For a Day
Okay, just saying, I could totally write about this for days. I literally could go on and on and on. Why? Well I don't exactly agree with my dad a lot, if at all, ever. And that's really sad, because we are very similar in a lot of ways. It's thanks to him, in fact, that Finnish Scandinavian blood pumps hot through my veins, and I look and act and feel the way I do about just about everything. Or at least part of it. He's got like fifty-percent of my gene pool or something, and yet we fight and duke it out, just about every time I see him. (My parents are divorced.) But what's the cause of all this? Who's the idiot here? What's going on, exactly? Let me answer that question with another question. Have you ever met someone who is a one way street, with no reverse option, and a lot of steam and deaf ears to you? That's my dad in a nutshell. It's not gossip, or whatever. It is a little bit mean, but to be honest, it is the truth. He can be really hard headed about stuff. He's stubborn as a mule, and faster than a wildfire when jumping to conclusions. It's honestly really tough. Especially since, in my mind, his vision is skewed a lot. But there's nothing I can do, since I'm not the adult or the parent or leader guardian or whatever you want to call it. Don't get me wrong, I love my dad, I really do. We just disagree on a lot of things.
Write About What I Could Do If I Were Snowed In
Ooh, I love this writing prompt! Okay, so first, I would dig out a cave in the snow, and make a snow throne, that also doubles as a toilet, (You know, 'cause that's kind of what a throne is) and then I'd have a private stockpile of snowballs in case I was robbed in the middle of the night, and I'd take a pole and poke it out of the snow so I could get air. Then when I got tired of eating snow for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I suppose I'd burrow to the grocery store, where I'd get some emergency essentials with my savings account or something, and then I'd go back to my little hidey-hole. But yeah, I mean it's really too bad that this isn't exactly a realistic situation in Utah. I'll admit it, I am super jealous of the eskimos up North. Seriously, they get to do all the fun stuff, no joke. And some people say they are primitive, but if you ask me, they are a heck of a lot smarter than we are! They don't have to worry about economic upheavals, or presidential elections, or taxes, or druggies, or flying monkeys, or whatever! Instead, they just chillax out in their little igloo huts and hunt caribou! How fun does that sound!? I mean, sure, I'd want a shower every now and then, and maybe a change in diet, but on the whole, I totally think that they've got it better than us! Anyways, I guess what I'm saying is that we should all take a page from the eskimo book and party if ever we get snowed in! Revel in it! Love it people!
Write About Designing One Room In a House to Suit Only My Needs
If I were going to design a room, it'd be huge. One part laser tag, another part restaurant, another part jacuzi and pool, and a final part weight workout room. It would be sick. In the restaurant I would have it be Mexican food or Italian food, depending on my mood. Or it could be just whatever I wanted I guess. After all, since this is my dream room, I can do whatever I want with it! No heighth, width, or space limit, and as much as want with as much stuff in it and people and whatever the I honestly want! The sky is the limit here, people. So I'd have a remote control with slots cut in the floor so I could transport everywhere in my jacuzi, because it would be a portable madhouse. I wouldn't have to move for food, because I'd move to the food. Conveniently located right by the restaurant would also be the restrooms. And they'd have those comfy toilet seats as well as deliciously scented soap. Oh, and the weight workout room would totally be tripped out with sick gadgets like a huge projector that played any movie, music, or radio station I wanted. Also, I'd have a perfectly sized bed for my future dog that levitated, and followed me wherever I went, so that that way, the dog could be as comfortable as I was! So yeah, anyways, life would be good in my huge, awesome, amazing room. And it will exist, even if it's only in my head.
Write About Yourself When You Are Older Than 25
You know, I'm going to be super awesome. I'll have a family, and I'll be a star one-hundred-miler runner, and I will own a big house because my job will be an emergency room doctor. I'll also be active in the LDS church, and I'll have published several interesting hit book series that have squadrons of fans. Not to mention, I'll also be saving up for cool stuff, and hopefully a nice convertible car. I'll have one of those couple-day-old unshaven looks, if that's okay with my future stellar wife. I might have twins for kids, and hands-down I will probably have a pet of some kind. If my wife is allergic to dogs, I'll get a cat. If she's allergic to a cat, then I will get us a frog. If she is allergic to a frog or amphibian, well, you get the picture. I will figure something out. Besides that, in my backyard, if there happens to be a tree, there will be a treefort in it, because of course I'm not going to skimp on my kid's childhood. I will make them sweet stuff like treeforts all the time, anyway. I will also have hot tub in my backyard if I can get it, and hopefully my house is at least two story, preferably three. So, yeah, I guess that's me in the future. If I happen to be wrong about it, sue me, I guess. (Actually don't, because I really would hate to be sued.)
Write About Your Five Favorite Words
Let me just start off by saying that I love words. I love how they sound, and I absolutely love how they can motivate people. They are great, fancy ways of communication. They are truly great. But anyways, here's my five favorite words, and why they are my favorite.
1. Supercalafragalisticexpealidocious - I love this word, because to me, it represents happiness. I love Mary Poppins. She has some great ideas. If you haven't watched that movie, then you should. And even if you have seen it, well, watch it again, because if you're ever down, then it'll cheer you up! :)
2. Antidisestablishmentarism - Yes, this is actually a real word. And yes, this is actually one of the longest words in the English language. But I only know this because of my best friend, Hayden Weenig, who was totally into interesting tidbits of information like that when he was younger. I think it's fascinating.
3. Happiness - This simple word is the symbol of all things positive and great in life. It's a good word to know, and a good thing to focus on. I love it. It's great.
4. Hope - Same as the last word, kind of. Except that this represents a more specific thing that is positive -- Belief that the future will be better. Honestly it's a great word to have around.
5. Squeamish - This time, the definition has nothing to do with why I like it. I just love the sound of this word.
Write About What You Think the Ideal Age Would Be and Why
I think that, hands down, the ideal age to be would be the age you are right before you die. I know to some people, that sounds really weird. But you know what? That's because they haven't heard my reason yet, because it's a good one. You'll see. Here's why.
I think that the ideal age is right before you die because that is when you get to look back on your life and see all of your accomplishments. I guess that that could be really negative and bad as well, but hey, if you lived the best you could, then you don't have anything to worry about. I think that better you live, the more good and influential you try to be in other people's lives, the better off you'll feel when you do finally kick the can. I hope that's not too hard to grasp. In all truthfulness, though, worry destroys anything good. Yes, you will mess up, but that's not the point. If you try hard enough to be who you want to, you will achieve your ends. But if you just try and skip through life like there's no tomorrow, guaranteed, things won't turn out good.
Honestly, though, if you know who you are and what you stand for now, and you make reasonable goals, and you always try to put love before hate, strength over fear, faith over doubt, optimism over pessimism, and basically do all the things that you know you should, you will turn out all right in the end. Anyways, that's just my little shpeal on that.
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Writing Response 1
My Thoughts On Civil Rights
Civil rights in our everyday society are a great thing. They help spread acceptance worldwide. I am learning to appreciate it more and more as more time goes on. I love the way people have taken to the ideas. I wish that this disease called racism had never entered the minds of seductive people. It ended up hurting millions upon millions, and even today, we still aren't cured. I hate racism. I love equality. As equals, we all ought to spread love, joy, and pursuit of happiness, and not the opposite.
Writing Response 2
My Thoughts On "I Have a Dream"
Martin Luther King Jr. had vision, that much is clear. He also had patience, persistence, and leadership. He wasn't afraid of opposition, either. He modeled himself after Ghandi, for crying out loud. He was a genius, even if he was misunderstood. I guess that's what I admire in him the most. His "I have a dream" speech was one of the most inspiring talks ever given, according to a lot of people.
He improved a lot of things that contribute to our everyday society. For example, countless thousands of people are thankful for what he has done. Now, thanks to him, Blacks are treated equal to Whites. It is nothing short of hand work, determination, and a bit of a miracle.
If he were alive today, I think he would very happy in some areas of the world, with our success, our take on racism in many places, etcetera etcetera. However, I think he wouldn't be happy at all with some of what is brought to light daily in the world, for example, how slurs and racist terms are still used, like "nigger, whitey," and others.
Writing Response 3
"Cough Syrup"
By Young the Giant
Stanza
Where Was It Found?
Rhyme Scheme
Where Was It Found?
Cliche
Where Was It Found?
"…Out of the Blue"
(In the Chorus)
Lyric Poem
Where Was It Found?
All throughout the poem.
Assonance
Where Was It Found?
Control and Oh
Imagery
Where Was It Found?
"A wet world aches for a beat of a drum…"
End Rhyme
Where Was It Found?
In these words:
me, be etc.
Figurative Language
Where Was It Found?
"I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down, come down…"
Metaphor
Where Was It Found?
"…These Zombies in the park they're looking for my heart…"
"…These fishes in the sea they're staring at me…"
Etc.
Repetition
Where Was It Found?
"Oh oh oh oh…."
"Waiting for this cough syrup to come down…"
"Life's too short to even care at all…"
Etc.
Personification
Where Was It Found?
"…These fishes in the sea they're staring at me…"
"…A wet world aches for the beat of a drum…"
What was the purpose of this poem?
Well this guy feels like stating the obvious -- he's crazy! And not just coco puffs. He's crazy about everything. He thinks fish are staring at him, zombies are chasing him, and, metaphorically speaking, he's on drugs! Yeah, he is kind of a creep. But he is awesome, too. Either that, or I am crazy right with him, because I like this song.
WRITING RESPONSE 4
Life is a Highway
By Rascal Flatts
Narrative
Where Was It Found?
"There was distance between you and I
A misunderstanding once
But now we look it in the eye…"
Symbolism:
Where Was It Found?
"Life is a highway…"
Metaphor
Where Was It Found?
"Life is a highway…"
Repetition
Where Was It Found?
"Life is a highway…"
"I wanna ride it all night long
If you're going my way
I wanna drive it all night long"
Imagery
Where Was It Found?
All throughout the poem
End Rhyme
Where Was It Found?
nights, lights, I, eye, etc.
Assonance
Where Was It Found?
Highway, my way, etc.
Figurative Language
Where Was It Found?
"There's aint load that I can't hold"
Stanza
Where Was It Found?
All throughout the poem
Rhyme Scheme
Where Was It Found?
All throughout the poem
Cliche
Where Was It Found?
"Life is a highway…"
Lyric Poem
Where Was It Found?
All throughout the poem
What was the purpose of writing this poem?
This guy is elated! And get this -- it's before he got the girl! In fact, by the sound of it, he's already lost her, and he partying about it! Like what the heck is he thinking? He is certainly a weird one, that's for sure. But I also think it's great. He's a bit like me. He says that they had a misunderstanding once, but now he and his girl are going to look it in the eye. Well, that's great. Problem solved. He's just apologized, now take him back. Live happily ever after. The end.
WRITING RESPONSE 5
"I Miss You"
By Blink 182
Simile
Where Was It Found?
"We can live Jack and Sally if we want…"
Allusion
Where Was It Found?
Jack and Sally, Halloween on Christmas, etc. = Nightmare before Christmas
Repetition
Where Was It Found?
"I miss you
I miss you…"
Etc.
Narrative
Where Was It Found?
"I cannot dream tonight…"
"…Indecision to call you…"
"Stop the pain tonight…"
Symbolism
Where Was It Found?
"The webs of all the spiders
catching things and eating their insides…"
Stanza
Where Was It Found?
All throughout the poem
Rhyme Scheme
Where Was It Found?
All throughout the poem
Lyric Poem
Where Was It Found
All throughout the poem
Imagery
Where Was It Found?
All throughout the poem
End Rhyme
Where Was It Found?
All throughout the poem
What was the purpose of this poem?
Can you say depression? Hurt? Stabbed Vocally? Victimized? Whoever this guy is, he needs to vent! Would you just read those lines? The stanza that talks about spiders, and eating the bug's guts? Gross! Yeah, I'm thinking that either this guy is totally out of the circuit weird, or his girlfriend is dead. One of those two answers has to be the solution, because what else is there? But yeah, emotion is spilling out everywhere.
WRITING RESPONSE 6
"Jar of Hearts"
Christina Perry
Narrative
Where Was It Found?
"I learned to live half a life
And now you want me one more time…"
Imagery
Where Was It Found?
All throughout the poem
Rhetorical Question
Where Was It Found?
"Who do you think you are?"
Assonance
Where Was It Found?
'Who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul…'
etc.
Symbolism
Where was it found?
"Collecting your jar of hearts"
Stanza
Where was it found?
All throughout the poem
Rhyme Scheme
Where was it found?
All throughout the poem
Cliche
Where was it found?
"Who do you think you are?"
Lyric Poem
Where was it found?
All throughout the poem.
Repetition
Where was it found?
"Who do you think you are?'
'Running around leaving scars…"
Etc…
Hyperbole
Where was it found?
"You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul…"
What was the purpose of this poem?
Well, theoretically speaking, the point this song was published with a price tag is to get monetary gain. However, I'm inferring that this is not what you wanted me to reflect upon and then complete for the duration of this assignment. So I will instead put effort toward realizing the purpose of why the writer put effort into it other than getting rich. My ideals are as follows:
Okay, so I think this poem's purpose was essentially to convey the emotion of anger as well as betrayal. The lady in this was clearly pretty put out that this freak came back to town. And she's really let him have it all, man! She detests this dude, and doesn't think he's worth the slug under her garden rock. In fact, if he was the slug, she'd probably drop him in a spiderweb! So yeah. She's ticked at him, and whether he's fictitious or not, he's been officially dumped!
Writing Blog Due Sunday, Febuary 17, 2013
Poem Responses (3 Writing Responses)
Casey at the Bat
Poetic Devices:
Repetition
Where Was It Found?
It was found all throughout the poem, at the last stanza of every grouping of words. It usually ended up saying "Casey at the Bat."
End Rhyme
Where Was It Found?
It was found in these words:
bat, hat, place, face, yell, dell, occurred, third, etc.
Narrative
Where Was It Found?
It was the whole poem, since the poem was the story.
Juxtaposition
Where Was It Found?
It was found in the last group of lines, saying that "...somewhere men are laughing, somewhere children shout but there is no joy in Mudville, for Mighty Casey has Struck Out."
Imagery
Where Was It Found?
It was found all throughout the poem.
Stanza
Where Was It Found?
It was found all throughout the poem.
Rhyme Scheme
What is the Meaning of Casey at the Bat?
The meaning of Casey at the Bat is simply to get you excited and entertained. It's a core part of American history, you know? Like apple pie and baseball! That's the whole meaning of the poem -- to suck you in, entertain you, make you laugh! A lot of poems are simply just that way. The point of it is, in one word, excitement.
What was the meaning of "Boundin'" By Disney Pixar?
The adrenaline rush flows over me in an all consuming, mind-seizing rush. Flights and flights of endless stairs shoot past me in a ceaseless blur. Just as I am about to come to an abrupt halt my hands find the railing edge and I spin backward, performing three backflips and a shoulder roll before coming to a halt in the next room.
It is done simply. The room, I mean. It’s as if the world is mute and made of color. Dark jades, and soft pinks dominate the color scheme. But there are quiet blues, and peaceful ambers as well. I drink it in all at once. This is the room of an artist.
He is in his four poster, sleeping peacefully. I can see, though, that he is old. I can’t help but stare. His hair falls lank to his side. Once handsome and jet black, now it is the color of snow and obsidian, the hue of salt and pepper. His lungs swell and expel air softly. Every rib is visible on his bare chest, and there are areas of damaged skin and scars and endless details that all make up a man with a story to tell. Then, realization hits me, and suddenly, I can’t do it.
My master’s words clang in my mind with the same horrid certainty of a death toll. But I resist the urge, the bloodthirst, I hear in his words. This isn’t right. How can it be?
And then the threats pour in. Most of them I ignore. Until the last one enters into me, and fills me with despair: She will die if you don’t.
I pull the knife from its scabbard and glare at it. Him, or her? Who to save? What choice do I have? But no, I refuse to let it end like this. There has to be another way.
“But there isn’t.”
Tears well up in my eyes as I realize who is behind me. Who has followed me all this time. Who can read my thoughts. Who has raised me as a weapon more than a person. And who has given me a taste of life, just enough to show me what true happiness is, just before he snatches it away, and holds me captive because I have the capacity to love.
Writing Response 5
My vision starts to fade, but I will not give in. No, I will push harder. I will win. But, with a sinking heart, I see the same gritty look in Jespar’s eyes. He shakes his hair back and whips into his final gear as we round the last bend before the finish. This is it.
I can hear people screaming as if from a distance. Everything hurts. I struggle to hold in the bile rising in my throat. It’s all I can do to keep moving. And then I think, This is not me. I am better than this. I will survive, and I will beat this guy.
I glare daggers into his back, suck in the oxygen that is my energy, and pull into overdrive. My feet are flying, blurring, shooting ahead. I eat up the ground like my life depends on it. Shoulders bent, forearms firing like pistons, I pull abreast with Mecham. The shock registers in his eyes an instant before I dive through the shoot, ripping the sign emblazoned with the words F.. I.. N.. I.. S.. H..
It took me a second to realize I did it. All around me, my team takes up the chant I will come to know as the birth of a legend. Me.
I wake up. Get dressed. Slip down the banister. Grab my pack, cinnamon toast, kiss my mom, and jump the hedge on the way to the bus stop.
I have bus 4B. That’s the same bus my crush, Lucy Thompson is on. She’s got relaxed curls that bounce down her back in perfect tangles. Of course, she is quiet. She’s pretty. She is talented. And she is in my homeroom. She also understands physics way better than me, and we sit side by side in the front row that class. Amazing, right? Too bad I’m invisible to her. She’s all googly-eyed for Walt Brown, the star jerk of the basketball team.
I sigh, avoiding the steely gaze of the bus driver, as I slip onto the bus.
“You’re late,” He growls. “I almost left you.”
“Sorry,” I mutter, squeezing between two seniors, whispering heatedly.
I hear Trip Mason let slip a stinging remark to his girlfriend. She retaliates by exploding into a fountain of tears.
I’m just about to drop into the next available seat when I’m pulled down next to Preston. He’s a geek with serious problems, and everyone tries to generally avoid the dude, but he can be, well, intimidating. His biceps ripple more than the ocean in a tsunami.
I glance over at him apprehensively. “Hello,” He says, grinning toothily.
I quickly scramble into the nearest seat, unfortunately squeezing into the seat before I realize who is sitting there. None other than my largest phobia. Lucy Thompson. She smiles at me, and my insides turn to jelly, my face resembling a cooked radish. I stutter a hello, then hide my face in my folded arms on my backpack. It’s going to be one of those days.
Don't Judge a Book by its Cover
My Bucket List --
What I'm going to talk about today on my BL is being a secret agent. Who doesn't want to be a spy, anyway? I know that it sounds dumb or whatever, but it's totally the truth. I want a grapple gun, black suit with built in kevlar vest, 20 million dollar car, and sweet ninja moves. It would a great moment the day I got accepted in the land of cool, and secret espionage. However, that's not how the real world of spies works.
I know this, because I've got multiple spy books, had a birthday party on it, and watched History Channel. The flashy life I just described only lives on in alternate realities, books, and movies. So too bad for me. But who knows, maybe someday I'll make a movie, with me as the main character. My name would be Dashing Hawk, agent triple one seven.
Sinister Plots of Siblings
Pride
Pride
Pride
people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious,
because they just didn't hold with such nonsense."
Where Was It Found?
It was found all throughout the poem.
The meaning of Casey at the Bat is simply to get you excited and entertained. It's a core part of American history, you know? Like apple pie and baseball! That's the whole meaning of the poem -- to suck you in, entertain you, make you laugh! A lot of poems are simply just that way. The point of it is, in one word, excitement.
"Little Talks" Of Monsters and Men - Writing Response 2
Stanza
Where Was It Found?
It was found all throughout the poem.
Rhyme Scheme
Where Was It Found?
It was found all throughout the poem.
Imagery
Where Was It Found?
It was found all throughout the poem.
End Rhyme
Where Was It Found?
It was found at the grouping of lines in the chorus:
"You're gone, gone, gone away,
I watched you disappear.
All that's left is a ghost of you.
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,
there's nothing we can do,
Just let me go, we'll meet again soon."
Figurative Language
Where Was It Found?
It was found in this line:
"It's killing me to see you this way."
Personification
Where Was It Found?
It was found in this line:
"It's the house telling you to close your eyes."
Repetition
Where Was It Found?
It was found in these lines: (They were repeated.)
"Though the truth may vary
this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
You're gone, gone, gone away,
I watched you disappear.
All that's left is a ghost of you.
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,
there's nothing we can do,
Just let me go, we'll meet again soon.
Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around
I'll see you when I fall asleep.
Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same.
Hey!"
What is the Meaning of "Little Talks" By Of Monsters and Men?
I think the point of this poem isn't the sense of the words, (Because the words don't make a lot of sense) It is instead you're own personal interpretation of it all, as well as simply the feel of the poem. Emotion is key in this arrangement, and without really feeling the vibes expressed you have failed the intent of the artist, in my opinion. After all, a poem isn't a poem unless all the parts are working together. You need to have it read right, as well as written.
Boundin' By Disney Pixar
Stanza
Where Was It Found?
It was found all throughout the poem
Rhyme Scheme
Where was it Found?
It was found all throughout the poem.
Imagery
It was found all throughout the poem, but especially in this part:
Here's a story on how strange is life with its changes
And it happened not long ago.
On a high mountain plain, where the sagebrush arranges
A playground south of the snow
Lived a lamb with a coat of remarkable sheen,
It would glint in the sunlight all sparkly and clean,
Such a source of great pride
that it caused him to preen.
And he'd break out in high step 'n dance.
He would dance for his neighbors across the way.
I must say that they found his dancin' enhancin',
For they'd also join in the play.
And it happened not long ago.
On a high mountain plain, where the sagebrush arranges
A playground south of the snow
Lived a lamb with a coat of remarkable sheen,
It would glint in the sunlight all sparkly and clean,
Such a source of great pride
that it caused him to preen.
And he'd break out in high step 'n dance.
He would dance for his neighbors across the way.
I must say that they found his dancin' enhancin',
For they'd also join in the play.
End Rhyme
It was found in these words:
preen, sheen, clean, arranges changes, ago, snow, play, way, etc.
Narrative
Where was it found?
It was the poem itself.
Personification
Where was it found?
It was found throughout the entire poem, but especially in this part:
"Now in this world of ups and downs…
So nice to know there are jackalopes around."
What was the meaning of "Boundin'" By Disney Pixar?
I think the meaning of this narrative poem is simply that we all need to be picked up sometimes. We all need to look at life through the eyes of a jackalope. We need to not care what others think more than we should, although we ought to take helpful criticism at times. It can tough at times in life -- and sometimes we are the sheep, and sometimes we are the jackalope. That's the meaning of this poem.
Writing Response 4:
Recognitive Calibration
The night is cold. The stars are bright. But they are invisible to the casual onlooker, because of the constant mist that clogs the air with a thick silence. Once in awhile there is a rare break in the fog. Sometimes, it reveals the sky. In one such moment, clouds part just long enough to cast one thin beam of moonlight downward. If one were quick enough, they might just catch a glimpse of something the eye could barely follow — a flick of motion.
Most would pass it off as a trick of the light. Nothing more. Most would also be wrong. Because that flick of motion is me.
My title is Crane. Or at least, that is my given epithet. To my friends, however, I am known as Jack. But no one calls me that anymore. That name is gone and done away with, as are most of my companions. Now-a-nights, people call me by what the agent has denominated me. Everyone’s emotions are a mystery to me. Whether out of fear or scorn they call me what they do, I shall never know.
This is my first test mission.
I shoot upward, my powerful legs exploding beneath me. The shingles crack beneath my feet as I land, yet the silence remains undisturbed. I spin over the jagged remains of a weathervane. Somersaulting around the lip of the roof, My gloves slice against the burnt rust ledge. But then I am flying through the air, kicking open the window beneath the rafters of the building, and rolling down the hall. There is no sound but the whisper of my feet treading through the plush carpet to the stairwell. I vault the railing, and drop into a freefall.The adrenaline rush flows over me in an all consuming, mind-seizing rush. Flights and flights of endless stairs shoot past me in a ceaseless blur. Just as I am about to come to an abrupt halt my hands find the railing edge and I spin backward, performing three backflips and a shoulder roll before coming to a halt in the next room.
It is done simply. The room, I mean. It’s as if the world is mute and made of color. Dark jades, and soft pinks dominate the color scheme. But there are quiet blues, and peaceful ambers as well. I drink it in all at once. This is the room of an artist.
He is in his four poster, sleeping peacefully. I can see, though, that he is old. I can’t help but stare. His hair falls lank to his side. Once handsome and jet black, now it is the color of snow and obsidian, the hue of salt and pepper. His lungs swell and expel air softly. Every rib is visible on his bare chest, and there are areas of damaged skin and scars and endless details that all make up a man with a story to tell. Then, realization hits me, and suddenly, I can’t do it.
My master’s words clang in my mind with the same horrid certainty of a death toll. But I resist the urge, the bloodthirst, I hear in his words. This isn’t right. How can it be?
And then the threats pour in. Most of them I ignore. Until the last one enters into me, and fills me with despair: She will die if you don’t.
I pull the knife from its scabbard and glare at it. Him, or her? Who to save? What choice do I have? But no, I refuse to let it end like this. There has to be another way.
“But there isn’t.”
Tears well up in my eyes as I realize who is behind me. Who has followed me all this time. Who can read my thoughts. Who has raised me as a weapon more than a person. And who has given me a taste of life, just enough to show me what true happiness is, just before he snatches it away, and holds me captive because I have the capacity to love.
But my tears aren’t tears of fear or sadness. No, they are of longing. Then, almost inexplicably, my emotions quickly turn quicker than a leap of flame. I expel my breath, anger coursing through my veins. He is the cause of all this, he is the one who has ruined me from the beginning, not even leaving me whole to start with. My vision streaks with red as I finally grasp who this knife is truly intended for. I turn fast, and in one fluid motion, throw the knife at him.
It twirls gracefully, end from end, straight at the man’s heart. He laughs, a booming resonance from deep within his throat. Quick as a whisper, he sidesteps the blade. It pierces deep within the wood with an echoing thud. And just like that, the sleeping form of the victim is awake.
Writing Response 5
In. Out. In. Out. My breath is coming in ragged gasps, and my legs are burning as they fly over the pavement. Through my sweaty haze I make out the form of my opponent, Jespar Mecham, a freshman from Hawthorn High. I, myself, go to Birchwood High, but that’s besides the point. I can hardly run, much less think straight. All I have to focus on is this race. Because I am the leader of the team. And this race wins us a spot for state. I am the last leg of the journey.
My baton is slick in my hand. I grip it hard to distract myself from the pain. I squint because it’s pouring painful droplets. More than it has in years. Of all the days... But rain or shine, we show up. We prove we have what it takes to win. A quarter of the scheduled teams wimped out. But now the elements that seem against me are nothing. I fight through the icy blades, my feet finding no traction. My spikes are useless. But I’m not. I am a machine.My vision starts to fade, but I will not give in. No, I will push harder. I will win. But, with a sinking heart, I see the same gritty look in Jespar’s eyes. He shakes his hair back and whips into his final gear as we round the last bend before the finish. This is it.
I can hear people screaming as if from a distance. Everything hurts. I struggle to hold in the bile rising in my throat. It’s all I can do to keep moving. And then I think, This is not me. I am better than this. I will survive, and I will beat this guy.
I glare daggers into his back, suck in the oxygen that is my energy, and pull into overdrive. My feet are flying, blurring, shooting ahead. I eat up the ground like my life depends on it. Shoulders bent, forearms firing like pistons, I pull abreast with Mecham. The shock registers in his eyes an instant before I dive through the shoot, ripping the sign emblazoned with the words F.. I.. N.. I.. S.. H..
It took me a second to realize I did it. All around me, my team takes up the chant I will come to know as the birth of a legend. Me.
Writing Response 6
I wake up. Get dressed. Slip down the banister. Grab my pack, cinnamon toast, kiss my mom, and jump the hedge on the way to the bus stop.
I have bus 4B. That’s the same bus my crush, Lucy Thompson is on. She’s got relaxed curls that bounce down her back in perfect tangles. Of course, she is quiet. She’s pretty. She is talented. And she is in my homeroom. She also understands physics way better than me, and we sit side by side in the front row that class. Amazing, right? Too bad I’m invisible to her. She’s all googly-eyed for Walt Brown, the star jerk of the basketball team.
I sigh, avoiding the steely gaze of the bus driver, as I slip onto the bus.
“You’re late,” He growls. “I almost left you.”
“Sorry,” I mutter, squeezing between two seniors, whispering heatedly.
I hear Trip Mason let slip a stinging remark to his girlfriend. She retaliates by exploding into a fountain of tears.
I’m just about to drop into the next available seat when I’m pulled down next to Preston. He’s a geek with serious problems, and everyone tries to generally avoid the dude, but he can be, well, intimidating. His biceps ripple more than the ocean in a tsunami.
I glance over at him apprehensively. “Hello,” He says, grinning toothily.
But there’s a malicious glint in his eye. Before I know what he’s doing, I get my lunch lifted, then I’m dropped back in the aisle, in plain view of the bus driver’s mirror.
“Emit Jacobs!” His guttural voice carries menacingly through the bus. “Get in a seat now, before I have you dumped at an early stop.”I quickly scramble into the nearest seat, unfortunately squeezing into the seat before I realize who is sitting there. None other than my largest phobia. Lucy Thompson. She smiles at me, and my insides turn to jelly, my face resembling a cooked radish. I stutter a hello, then hide my face in my folded arms on my backpack. It’s going to be one of those days.
Don't Judge a Book by its Cover
Judging
can be horrid. Withholding it is a blessing not appreciated enough.
A book or a person or a movie can be judged with one look, one idea.
So, as the saying goes, 'Don't judge a book by it's cover.' It is a
dumb idea.
I
know a lot of cool books with lame covers. But you know what? They
were cool anyway. Life is like that a lot. Some people you think
would be brats turn out to be lifelong friends. When you expect fear
out of some people, you get courage, that's just the way things go.
So don't expect the worst out of stuff – expect the best.1
Childhood
Memories
The
Morgans (Memory 1)
The
Morgans were my neighbors that lived in the cold-a-sack a ways down.
Mrs. Morgan was a wonderful lady that always let me watch Winnie the
Pooh whenever I wanted. Or I could pet their cats. Or shoot hoops
with the Morgan kids. I could play on the computer or Nintendo 64.
I could run out in the yard and eat blackberries, catch giant fuzzy
bumblebees in cups, and sacrifice poor insects to spiders. Other
times I'd just run wild with their kids around the house. Those
were the days that were certainly golden.
The
Winter (Memory 2)
Every
winter that we've lived in Utah we've gone sledding. (At least, the
years I can remember.) We also had snowball fights, and drank hot
cocoa. I loved the winter, especially when we would warn our toes by
the furnace, or read stories, or just have an altogether great time.
Yes, the winter sure was a great time of the year for us.
My
Amazing Life (Memory 3)
Whether
it was going out catching snails, slugs, and giant slimy earthworms
in the rain, having fun with cousins, eating junk food, having
imaginary games with the toy Legos at our house, coloring Spiderman
pictures, painting, reading or going to school, I was just a kid,
being a kid. It was great to have fun playing in the sprinklers, and
jumping on the trampoline, and just partying. Life was good. I love
my life.
Racism/Prejudice
Responses.
(Sorry,
I didn't write the questions, so I had to make them up.)
Why
is racism a problem?
1.
People Misunderstand it. People are quick to judge. They want to
shove others down if it means getting them higher up, or so they
might believe. It's a horrible, sad thing.
Should
Racism be talked about or kept inside?
2.It
needs to be taught that it's wrong. It needs to be spoken of.
People need to learn of it's destructiveness. People need to be
aware.
Does
racism still exist?
3.
Yep. Racism is everywhere. You can't walk down the street without
hearing the word nigger or hearing about cops checking tan-skinned
peoples visas on the street or whatever. It's totally unfair in a
lot of situations.
Will
these problems ever be completely solved?
4.
I don't think so – at least not in the foreseeable future.
There's a lot of this stuff, and more of it spreads everyday. It's
sad to see, but you can't force anyone to believe anything. Nor
should you.
Does
prejudice only affect the people involved?
5.No
it affects anyone who hears it. And it stinks. People shouldn't be
judging before realizing we're all equal. Then they shouldn't do it
at all.
Is
being a minor better or worse now?
6.I
think it is ten gajillion times better. We get more freedom, more
space, and more respect. It's a great thing. I love being a minor.
Free
Choice
Thoughts
on School
I
hate it. It's full of jerks. I love it. It's full of cute girls,
chill guys, and fun classes. I'm in the middle. I'm confused about
it all, really. Depending on my day, it can be great, or horrible.
Depending on my mood, I can be walking through the state
penitentiary or the hall of fame. I'm fickle about school, it's
true. But without it, I don't know where I'd be.
I
wouldn't get a job. I wouldn't have a very exposed social
atmosphere. I wouldn't be as smart, or measured, cautious, or as
learned. And I definitely wouldn't have to hide my iPod 24/7.
But
at a lot of times, school is stupid. Some teachers bully the
students. Some students bully the teachers. There's peer pressure.
There's fights, arguments, tardies, and a lot of struggling people in
junior high.
I
wouldn't say it's great. It might simply be horrible. It might
smell worse than a monkey house. But you know what? That's life.
And everyone has to live it. Rain or shine, night or day, sleet or
ice chunks. Some things are just unavoidable.
Sometimes
You Can Judge a Book by its Cover
I
like music depending on my mood. I like my clothes to match some
days. Some days I just want to stand out. I'm spontaneous. I read
action and can't get enough of it. My hair is always the same.
Spiked in the front. Combed down in the back. Some days I'm too
fast with it and I end up with an alph-alpha. (Ugh.) Other days it's
perfect – Heck Yeah!
Finally,
I'm a procrastinator. If you are my teacher, you're gonna loathe me.
You can tell just from my assignments. Sometimes a little scrawly
and scribbly. Sloppy, fast, wing it type assignments, that is, if
they even get turned in. Unless you get a shot of my amazing
personality, you'll probably detest me. But until that happens,
which it probably won't, I'm the evil demon in the back of your class
pumping my toons, shooting spitwads, or just goofing off. But
besides that, I'm not too bad.
I
appreciate _____________ because _________________. (make a list)
I
appreciate my mom because she's done more for me than any earthly
being I can think of.
I
appreciate family because it's essential to who I am.
I
appreciate my friends because I couldn't live without them.
I
appreciate writing because it helps me vent.
I
appreciate music because it inspires me.
I
appreciate runnig because it keeps me fit.
I
appreciate everyone because life is hard, but worth living because of
them.
I
appreciate good things because they are uplifting.
Blog Topics
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2. If I were six inches tall...
I would...
1. Use paperclips to zipline off tables.
2. Probably be squashed within two days.
3. Make friends with fleas.
4. Battle spiders with a needle.
5. Prove my existence in Guiness book of world records.
6. Drown in a raindrop.
7. Invade anthills.
8. Help with scientific exploration.
9. Build a lifesize robot suit so I wouldn't have to be so small.
10. Drink hotwheels cars around.
3. I wish I could meet...
I wish I could meet Ben Franklin because he is awesome. He sounds like a cool dude. He created light for the human race. He invented electricity. He helped the revolution. He lived in France. He was one of the most notable historical figures of the age. His name is known everywhere.
4. A good movie is...
Inception. (That I have watched besides Avengers.) Here are the 10 reasons why:
1. Amazing Plot.
2. Sick Music by Hans Zimmer.
3. Lots of chill fight scenes.
4. Leaves you hanging.
5. Blurs the line between science, and fiction.
6. Heartwrenching. His whole purpose is to see his family again.
7. Special Effects that are so darn realistic.
8. You get something new out of it every couple times you watch it.
9. Beautiful acting.
10. Christopher Nolan was directing.
5. My most interesting friend is...
Well, see if you can guess.
He was born in Japan, lives in America. Makes dinner ever couple nights, does odd jobs like his bike company to earn money. Is really good mechanical, and reasonably intimidating. Has had a hard family life, but deals with it and school and still pushes through. Doesn't life out of fear. Knows how to beat up nearly everyone in school. Knows who he is and doesn't care about what anyone else thinks. Takes care of his friends. His name is Takahito Henry Takita.
6. Surviving Divorce
Well. Let's just say it sucks. A ton of my friends have been through it, as have I. My parents are constantly at war with each other, even as I write this. From my point of view, I think it's more of a pain and hurt for the kids. Big-time. Counselors can help, but not solve the crap we've been through. Parents don't get it because they've caused it. No one understands everything perfectly. You just have to deal with it. But hey, that's life.
My Bucket List --
6. Speaking 15 Languages
7. Becoming a Secret Agent for MI6, and/or the CIA
8. Inventing the first teleportation device and Jetpack
9. Discovering that I have super powers
10. Save the world
11. And thousands of other things, too many to list
What I'm going to talk about today on my BL is being a secret agent. Who doesn't want to be a spy, anyway? I know that it sounds dumb or whatever, but it's totally the truth. I want a grapple gun, black suit with built in kevlar vest, 20 million dollar car, and sweet ninja moves. It would a great moment the day I got accepted in the land of cool, and secret espionage. However, that's not how the real world of spies works.
I know this, because I've got multiple spy books, had a birthday party on it, and watched History Channel. The flashy life I just described only lives on in alternate realities, books, and movies. So too bad for me. But who knows, maybe someday I'll make a movie, with me as the main character. My name would be Dashing Hawk, agent triple one seven.
Sinister Plots of Siblings
Pride
people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious,
because they just didn't hold with such nonsense."
Would You Rather
Would you rather stay in the country for three weeks, or take a leave of absence to a foreign country of your choice for one week? I would rather travel out of the country for a week. Where would I go? That's easy to figure out. I want to go to France, for three reasons. But let's start with the most obvious reason that I've got.
First of all, I'm in French 3. I'm still in it because I want to speak the language, so that then I'll be able to traipse over there, which of course I intend to do multiple times, I'll be able to speak the language. I've always loved the sound of it. And I can't wait for when it comes out of my mouth, too, someday. That's my first reason.
Reason deux, as the French would say, is for the food. It's cultured, fattening, delicioux, et tres bien a regarde pour. The heart attack rate down there is much lower, and, I assume, the percentage of diabetic people. It's not that all of it's super lean or anything, either -- there's is a lot of fattening stuff down there. But it is a lot healthier, and less processed than the food that's is chemically enhanced in America. Thus, the food is one of my top reasons.
My last reason is that everything in France seems more cultured, sophisticated, and rich historically. I love most everything about it. It is simply a beautiful place. I want to live there someday. I am also ready to experience something new, like going there when I turn twenty. It will be one adventure to remember.
In conclusion, I want to go to France for one week, not just because it sounds cool, but it is snowballing into a dream of mine. I want to go. After all, life is about the journey not the destination.
My Bucket List --
1. Writing a book and publishing it
2. Becoming a Famous Chef
3. Becoming a Movie Director
4. Becoming the next XC Legend
5. Going BASE jumping6. Speaking 15 Languages
7. Becoming a Secret Agent for MI6, and/or the CIA
8. Inventing the first teleportation device and Jetpack
9. Discovering that I have super powers
10. Save the world
11. And thousands of other things, too many to list
What I'm going to talk about today on my BL is being a secret agent. Who doesn't want to be a spy, anyway? I know that it sounds dumb or whatever, but it's totally the truth. I want a grapple gun, black suit with built in kevlar vest, 20 million dollar car, and sweet ninja moves. It would a great moment the day I got accepted in the land of cool, and secret espionage. However, that's not how the real world of spies works.
I know this, because I've got multiple spy books, had a birthday party on it, and watched History Channel. The flashy life I just described only lives on in alternate realities, books, and movies. So too bad for me. But who knows, maybe someday I'll make a movie, with me as the main character. My name would be Dashing Hawk, agent triple one seven.
Sinister Plots of Siblings
Sam is really great when he wants to be. He can give genuine compliments, and I love our bike rides, and video games hang time. I also love how we protect each other, and, despite the rocky road of our relationship, there's sometimes things that are bearable with him. Although sometimes we get in horrible fights, and both of us tries to bother the other into oblivion. But that's life.
Emily and I are really hyper when we are together, and many times, I find us each saying the same thing simultaneously -- creeeeepaayy! We are both really creative, and love to chill. But sometimes me and her get into nasty arguments, and she usually wins. However, we're still family, so forgive and forget.
Bekah is another case than my other siblings. She is very sweet, and generally nice to me. Sometimes she's unbearably sensitive, but most of the time we get along. Since she isn't mean to me, I'm pretty nice to her, and that avoids most scuffles. By far, she is the least fiesty of my siblings.
Naomi is about five. She is hilarious, and loves to do things her way or the highway. She's the youngest, and pretty cute. Sometimes, though she can turn like Utah Weather and just decide that today is the day of your doom, and she shuns you. But altogether we all love her, and her funny attitude makes up for everything out. I love her so much.
Pride
Pride is a tough thing. I think that it is okay to have pride, as long as it is in other people, and their successes. You can be happy that you accomplished something, just don't go overboard. Don't be vain. Don't be a braggart. And above all, compliment others. That is what pride should be -- not putting others down, but to push them up, above you.
The HOBBIT
Hobbit trailers have been going on all summer. Recently the second one came out. The day draws nigh, for tickets to go on sale. November 7th, to be exact. It's going to be huge. One of the biggest movies of the decade, if you ask me. And I want to be there for the opening night.
They've added extra things from the other books, crammed everything they possibly could into one movie. In fact, they won't be done for three more years! The Hobbit has been smushed into three separate parts, and they've added special effects and amazing things that have never been done in movies before. It definitely will be a night to remember.
The Ipad Mini
Tech Geeks all around the country rejoiced two days ago when the infamous Ipad Mini came into existence. It's the "new thing" for Apple, and a lot of people were clambering to be the first in line for this strange new technology that is fabled to be even more advanced than it's predecessor. However, some people have some doubts.
The price is higher than some hoped for, or even expected. Some wanted it to be around $250 dollars for their maximum buy range. However, Apple has again repulsed us with its price -- at a smoking three-hundred thirty bucks, and no one seems happy with it. Another downsize for Apple.
It's seems more than the price is unfortunately losing its appeal. The builder of Apple, and the previous leader of the amazing company, Steve Jobs, who has recently passed on, was not looking at this product with a positive outlook. He said that the general public would have to "sand their fingers" to even use a tablet of the Ipad Mini's caliber. Unfortunately for Apple, he may be right.
If you don't believe what Jobs said, however, just take a look at the stats. On Tuesday, October 23, 2012, Apple's sales dropped 0.75%, a big sign that no one enjoys the new mini. Instead of the positive outlook that Apple has insinuated all around its products on its website, it would appear that a smaller Ipad equals a smaller profit, if any at all.
[Credit to latimes.com]
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Reading Posts
Reading Posts: Reading Post 1 - The Unwanteds
This book is very impressive, and seems like the answer to the Harry Potter fill that I can't seem to get from any other book, if you get my meaning. It's a little strange at first, but the farther you get into it, the more comfortable you get. It sucks you in. But let's define the situation the protagonists are in before I praise it to highly.
The world of quill is a biased one. No creativity is the main rule, and the penalty of disobedience is death. Or so it would appear.
If the leaders judge you harshly, then they sentence you to death. You are put on a bus, and taken to a secluded area, where three grim reapers are left to take care of you.
If you are not creative, neither special, you are put to hard labor for the rest of your life.
However, if you are deemed special enough, you get picked to go to top universities, and so on and so forth, till you are brainwashed into thinking the creative people are bad, then you get placed in a position of power. And the cycle continues.
But instead of being killed if you are deemed creative, you live. In fact, you learn the ways of magic, and only your imagination is the limit. But this isn't supposed to be a summary of a book, it's supposed to be my reaction to it. So let's get into all those gooey hooey emotions, and outlooks, and questions that would not exist if readers did not exist. But they do exist, and I am one of them, and that is the point of this reading post so let's get to it.
Well, I admit, when I started to read it, I was a little weirded out. Quill seemed strange, and weird, and not a happy place. All this of course is true, but that's not what the book is about. It is about a happy place full of magical people, and their struggle for survival. This applies to me because it's all about how life is what you make of it. You can live either in the land of Quill, or the Academy of Artime. It's all up to you.
Reading Posts: Reading Post 2 - The Unwanteds
When I first started to read Harry Potter, I didn't think that the following paragraph was a jumpy enough start. A little interesting, and choked with foreshadowing, but if the rest of the book was about snooty dumb neighbors than who would read it? And that's why everyone is always taking a chance picking up a book. But if no one ever took chances, what would the world be like anyway?
"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say
that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the lastpeople you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious,
because they just didn't hold with such nonsense."
--Chapter 1: The Boy who Lived, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, By J.K. Rowling
And that's why everyone is always taking a chance picking up a book such as this. But if no one ever took chances, what would the world be like anyway? So that tells you the extent of my young mind at the time. Now I realize you have to learn to love or hate the characters before you can even make the reader care what happens to them in situations such as fighting off a dark wizard. But that's just an example of how things can totally turn on you, and in The Unwanteds, that's exactly what happened for me.
The world is like that a lot. And much as some people want it, you can't plan for everything. The world is a crafty land full of plots, and tricks, and enigmas. But hey, that's part of life. And that's the point of my reading response essay #2.
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Would You RatherMy Bucket List --
What I'm going to talk about today on my BL is being a secret agent. Who doesn't want to be a spy, anyway? I know that it sounds dumb or whatever, but it's totally the truth. I want a grapple gun, black suit with built in kevlar vest, 20 million dollar car, and sweet ninja moves. It would a great moment the day I got accepted in the land of cool, and secret espionage. However, that's not how the real world of spies works.
I know this, because I've got multiple spy books, had a birthday party on it, and watched History Channel. The flashy life I just described only lives on in alternate realities, books, and movies. So too bad for me. But who knows, maybe someday I'll make a movie, with me as the main character. My name would be Dashing Hawk, agent triple one seven.
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people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious,
because they just didn't hold with such nonsense."
Blog Topics
1. I want a Date Ad...
Okay, for all the ladies out there – Jeff Hakala is dateless for Friday night, and guess what? That also happens to be the night of prom! So, here's my specifications:
-No blonds, preferably redheads
-Blue eyes, flowing locks, the works
-Must not be a chatty kathy
-No 'Oh I broke a nail!' type ladies
-Knows how to laugh (That's means no donkey sounds)
-Fashion is a must
-No overkill makeup, because I'm not going out with a clown
-Must be rich (Includes nice car, and lotsa chaching!)
Questions or comments? R.S.V.P.? Call 1-800-NOTAREALNUMBER00! And no, you will not be payed.
2. If I were six inches tall...
I would...
1. Use paperclips to zipline off tables.
2. Probably be squashed within two days.
3. Make friends with fleas.
4. Battle spiders with a needle.
5. Prove my existence in Guiness book of world records.
6. Drown in a raindrop.
7. Invade anthills.
8. Help with scientific exploration.
9. Build a lifesize robot suit so I wouldn't have to be so small.
10. Drink hotwheels cars around.
3. I wish I could meet...
I wish I could meet Ben Franklin because he is awesome. He sounds like a cool dude. He created light for the human race. He invented electricity. He helped the revolution. He lived in France. He was one of the most notable historical figures of the age. His name is known everywhere.
4. A good movie is...
Inception. (That I have watched besides Avengers.) Here are the 10 reasons why:
1. Amazing Plot.
2. Sick Music by Hans Zimmer.
3. Lots of chill fight scenes.
4. Leaves you hanging.
5. Blurs the line between science, and fiction.
6. Heartwrenching. His whole purpose is to see his family again.
7. Special Effects that are so darn realistic.
8. You get something new out of it every couple times you watch it.
9. Beautiful acting.
10. Christopher Nolan was directing.
5. My most interesting friend is...
Well, see if you can guess.
He was born in Japan, lives in America. Makes dinner ever couple nights, does odd jobs like his bike company to earn money. Is really good mechanical, and reasonably intimidating. Has had a hard family life, but deals with it and school and still pushes through. Doesn't life out of fear. Knows how to beat up nearly everyone in school. Knows who he is and doesn't care about what anyone else thinks. Takes care of his friends. His name is Takahito Henry Takita.
6. Surviving Divorce
Well. Let's just say it sucks. A ton of my friends have been through it, as have I. My parents are constantly at war with each other, even as I write this. From my point of view, I think it's more of a pain and hurt for the kids. Big-time. Counselors can help, but not solve the crap we've been through. Parents don't get it because they've caused it. No one understands everything perfectly. You just have to deal with it. But hey, that's life.
Would you rather stay in the country for three weeks, or take a leave of absence to a foreign country of your choice for one week? I would rather travel out of the country for a week. Where would I go? That's easy to figure out. I want to go to France, for three reasons. But let's start with the most obvious reason that I've got.
6. Speaking 15 Languages
7. Becoming a Secret Agent for MI6, and/or the CIA
8. Inventing the first teleportation device and Jetpack
9. Discovering that I have super powers
10. Save the world
11. And thousands of other things, too many to list
Would you rather stay in the country for three weeks, or take a leave of absence to a foreign country of your choice for one week? I would rather travel out of the country for a week. Where would I go? That's easy to figure out. I want to go to France, for three reasons. But let's start with the most obvious reason that I've got.
First of all, I'm in French 3. I'm still in it because I want to speak the language, so that then I'll be able to traipse over there, which of course I intend to do multiple times, I'll be able to speak the language. I've always loved the sound of it. And I can't wait for when it comes out of my mouth, too, someday. That's my first reason.
Reason deux, as the French would say, is for the food. It's cultured, fattening, delicioux, et tres bien a regarde pour. The heart attack rate down there is much lower, and, I assume, the percentage of diabetic people. It's not that all of it's super lean or anything, either -- there's is a lot of fattening stuff down there. But it is a lot healthier, and less processed than the food that's is chemically enhanced in America. Thus, the food is one of my top reasons.
My last reason is that everything in France seems more cultured, sophisticated, and rich historically. I love most everything about it. It is simply a beautiful place. I want to live there someday. I am also ready to experience something new, like going there when I turn twenty. It will be one adventure to remember.
In conclusion, I want to go to France for one week, not just because it sounds cool, but it is snowballing into a dream of mine. I want to go. After all, life is about the journey not the destination.
1. Writing a book and publishing it
2. Becoming a Famous Chef
3. Becoming a Movie Director
4. Becoming the next XC Legend
5. Going BASE jumping6. Speaking 15 Languages
7. Becoming a Secret Agent for MI6, and/or the CIA
8. Inventing the first teleportation device and Jetpack
9. Discovering that I have super powers
10. Save the world
11. And thousands of other things, too many to list
Sam is really great when he wants to be. He can give genuine compliments, and I love our bike rides, and video games hang time. I also love how we protect each other, and, despite the rocky road of our relationship, there's sometimes things that are bearable with him. Although sometimes we get in horrible fights, and both of us tries to bother the other into oblivion. But that's life.
Emily and I are really hyper when we are together, and many times, I find us each saying the same thing simultaneously -- creeeeepaayy! We are both really creative, and love to chill. But sometimes me and her get into nasty arguments, and she usually wins. However, we're still family, so forgive and forget.
Bekah is another case than my other siblings. She is very sweet, and generally nice to me. Sometimes she's unbearably sensitive, but most of the time we get along. Since she isn't mean to me, I'm pretty nice to her, and that avoids most scuffles. By far, she is the least fiesty of my siblings.
Naomi is about five. She is hilarious, and loves to do things her way or the highway. She's the youngest, and pretty cute. Sometimes, though she can turn like Utah Weather and just decide that today is the day of your doom, and she shuns you. But altogether we all love her, and her funny attitude makes up for everything out. I love her so much.
Pride is a tough thing. I think that it is okay to have pride, as long as it is in other people, and their successes. You can be happy that you accomplished something, just don't go overboard. Don't be vain. Don't be a braggart. And above all, compliment others. That is what pride should be -- not putting others down, but to push them up, above you.
The HOBBIT
Hobbit trailers have been going on all summer. Recently the second one came out. The day draws nigh, for tickets to go on sale. November 7th, to be exact. It's going to be huge. One of the biggest movies of the decade, if you ask me. And I want to be there for the opening night.
They've added extra things from the other books, crammed everything they possibly could into one movie. In fact, they won't be done for three more years! The Hobbit has been smushed into three separate parts, and they've added special effects and amazing things that have never been done in movies before. It definitely will be a night to remember.
The Ipad Mini
Tech Geeks all around the country rejoiced two days ago when the infamous Ipad Mini came into existence. It's the "new thing" for Apple, and a lot of people were clambering to be the first in line for this strange new technology that is fabled to be even more advanced than it's predecessor. However, some people have some doubts.
The price is higher than some hoped for, or even expected. Some wanted it to be around $250 dollars for their maximum buy range. However, Apple has again repulsed us with its price -- at a smoking three-hundred thirty bucks, and no one seems happy with it. Another downsize for Apple.
It's seems more than the price is unfortunately losing its appeal. The builder of Apple, and the previous leader of the amazing company, Steve Jobs, who has recently passed on, was not looking at this product with a positive outlook. He said that the general public would have to "sand their fingers" to even use a tablet of the Ipad Mini's caliber. Unfortunately for Apple, he may be right.
If you don't believe what Jobs said, however, just take a look at the stats. On Tuesday, October 23, 2012, Apple's sales dropped 0.75%, a big sign that no one enjoys the new mini. Instead of the positive outlook that Apple has insinuated all around its products on its website, it would appear that a smaller Ipad equals a smaller profit, if any at all.
[Credit to latimes.com]
Link to Article:
Reading Posts
Reading Posts: Reading Post 1 - The Unwanteds
This book is very impressive, and seems like the answer to the Harry Potter fill that I can't seem to get from any other book, if you get my meaning. It's a little strange at first, but the farther you get into it, the more comfortable you get. It sucks you in. But let's define the situation the protagonists are in before I praise it to highly.
The world of quill is a biased one. No creativity is the main rule, and the penalty of disobedience is death. Or so it would appear.
If the leaders judge you harshly, then they sentence you to death. You are put on a bus, and taken to a secluded area, where three grim reapers are left to take care of you.
If you are not creative, neither special, you are put to hard labor for the rest of your life.
However, if you are deemed special enough, you get picked to go to top universities, and so on and so forth, till you are brainwashed into thinking the creative people are bad, then you get placed in a position of power. And the cycle continues.
But instead of being killed if you are deemed creative, you live. In fact, you learn the ways of magic, and only your imagination is the limit. But this isn't supposed to be a summary of a book, it's supposed to be my reaction to it. So let's get into all those gooey hooey emotions, and outlooks, and questions that would not exist if readers did not exist. But they do exist, and I am one of them, and that is the point of this reading post so let's get to it.
Well, I admit, when I started to read it, I was a little weirded out. Quill seemed strange, and weird, and not a happy place. All this of course is true, but that's not what the book is about. It is about a happy place full of magical people, and their struggle for survival. This applies to me because it's all about how life is what you make of it. You can live either in the land of Quill, or the Academy of Artime. It's all up to you.
Reading Posts: Reading Post 2 - The Unwanteds
When I first started to read Harry Potter, I didn't think that the following paragraph was a jumpy enough start. A little interesting, and choked with foreshadowing, but if the rest of the book was about snooty dumb neighbors than who would read it? And that's why everyone is always taking a chance picking up a book. But if no one ever took chances, what would the world be like anyway?
"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say
that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last
--Chapter 1: The Boy who Lived, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, By J.K. Rowling
And that's why everyone is always taking a chance picking up a book such as this. But if no one ever took chances, what would the world be like anyway? So that tells you the extent of my young mind at the time. Now I realize you have to learn to love or hate the characters before you can even make the reader care what happens to them in situations such as fighting off a dark wizard. But that's just an example of how things can totally turn on you, and in The Unwanteds, that's exactly what happened for me.
The world is like that a lot. And much as some people want it, you can't plan for everything. The world is a crafty land full of plots, and tricks, and enigmas. But hey, that's part of life. And that's the point of my reading response essay #2.
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