Here I am waking up to a loud alarm clock, which is much better then waking up to a bomb, which are people from other countries alarm clocks. I’m so lucky I’m not one of them, I’m so lucky I get to wake up knowing I’m safe. People constantly complain about how America’s economy is crashing down and the environment is horrible, when people should realize they are very fortunate to live in a country as free as the United States of America.
Some pros about America related to other countries is, we don’t live under a dictator, we don’t all have to all have the same religion or beliefs, and the biggest one for me, “freedom of speech”. People in other countries don’t have these privileges. Such as in other countries people can go to jail for having different beliefs, as for us in America we can believe whatever we wish. They live under people call dictators, who try to control what they do, and what they believe. We in America are free to think what we want, and are not punished for it. For example in Pakistan people can go to jail for thinking differently from there dictator.
I’m proud to be an American, and always feel free and safe. I never have to live with any worry about what people think of me, or have to be ashamed of whom I am. In America they accept me for me, and don’t expect me to change for them. That includes religion, beliefs, and even looks, but I never have to be concerned, because we don’t live under a dictator, we don’t have people to control us. Were free, and get to wake up to out loud alarm clocks, over exploding bombs in our living room. I now and always will be proud of my country.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Argument Essay
Dear Mrs. Obama,
Do you know that adults around America constantly try to make kids have less fat and eat healthier? In schools all around the U.S. schools are trying they provide the healthy alternative. For example in our school it went from regular chocolate milk to fat free chocolate milk, which tastes horrible. Although fat free is probably healthier, the regular shouldn’t be banned, everybody deserves a little treat every once in a while.
Why I think this is because kids that are already healthy and exercise and such shouldn’t have to worry about the extra calories more that regular chocolate milk has compared to fat free. Plus the regular milk is has more vitamins then the low fat milk. I understand that many kids gain weight and sometimes can lead to obesity, but there should be both kinds of milk, and the kids that are bigger and overweight should be able to control themselves and go with the healthier choice.
People always try to point fingers at the people who make unhealthy food, when truly they should be pointing and themselves. Every human on this Earth has a little thing called self control, and that self control can lead them to make the right decision.
As small of a decision of choosing a fat free milk or a regular can also lead into something as big as a life choice. If kids don’t make the right decisions when their younger how do you expect them to make bigger one’s while there older. Sure kids need to be healthy, but a little sugar and fat every once in a while isn’t bad either.
With all of those reason I conclude with saying everyone deserves a regular milk instead of a fat free milk every once in a while. Everybody deserves a little treat; it could be from a salad to a sub or in my case low-fat chocolate milk to regular chocolate milk. If people eat healthy and have self control and make the right decisions there should be multiple choices in the lunchroom, healthy or unhealthy.
Sincerely,
Jordan T. Zimmerly
Do you know that adults around America constantly try to make kids have less fat and eat healthier? In schools all around the U.S. schools are trying they provide the healthy alternative. For example in our school it went from regular chocolate milk to fat free chocolate milk, which tastes horrible. Although fat free is probably healthier, the regular shouldn’t be banned, everybody deserves a little treat every once in a while.
Why I think this is because kids that are already healthy and exercise and such shouldn’t have to worry about the extra calories more that regular chocolate milk has compared to fat free. Plus the regular milk is has more vitamins then the low fat milk. I understand that many kids gain weight and sometimes can lead to obesity, but there should be both kinds of milk, and the kids that are bigger and overweight should be able to control themselves and go with the healthier choice.
People always try to point fingers at the people who make unhealthy food, when truly they should be pointing and themselves. Every human on this Earth has a little thing called self control, and that self control can lead them to make the right decision.
As small of a decision of choosing a fat free milk or a regular can also lead into something as big as a life choice. If kids don’t make the right decisions when their younger how do you expect them to make bigger one’s while there older. Sure kids need to be healthy, but a little sugar and fat every once in a while isn’t bad either.
With all of those reason I conclude with saying everyone deserves a regular milk instead of a fat free milk every once in a while. Everybody deserves a little treat; it could be from a salad to a sub or in my case low-fat chocolate milk to regular chocolate milk. If people eat healthy and have self control and make the right decisions there should be multiple choices in the lunchroom, healthy or unhealthy.
Sincerely,
Jordan T. Zimmerly
Monday, October 3, 2011
The Giver
The Giver
Authors Note: This story is going to be a about a girl telling you about her life and a time in her life she will never forget, and in the end, “she finds the light at the end of the tunnel,” which means she’ll find something positive out of the situation she gets into.
Day 1: I’m sitting in the hospital in probably the world’s most uncomfortable chairs, sitting and just watching him, holding back the chance of letting a tear come from my eyes, and slip down my face. The “him” is my dad. My dad saved a 5 year old girl who was stuck and struggling to get out, while a fire was going on. He got 3rd degree burns over his body; the chemicals from the building went to my dad’s brain and caused brain cancer. Now he’s in the hospital sleeping, with me questioning if he’ll ever wake up, if I’ll ever talk to him again. He is a hero, who never once thought of himself before others, just looking at him you would know that. My dad is no fire fighter, he’s a mailman, and he did it out of the well being of his heart. He risked his life for others and expected nothing in return. Everyone has a hero and a role-model in their life and for many and me, mines my father.
Can you believe people do this every day? Save other s people’s lives, and don’t even look for something as simple as a thanks you in return? Imagine if the whole world could be like my dad, we’d actually live in a world where people care about each other and don’t do everything for money, imagine that. At the least you could call me a daddy’s girl; he’s the only family I have. When I was seven years old my mom got in a car crash and died. My name is Natalie Moore, I’m 15 now, I have a brother that is 21 but he has been in rehab for two years for drug addiction. Now if my dad dies, I will have nothing, I’ll have to be put up for adoption.
Just watching my dad is painful, when will he wake up? His heart rate is still going normal. The nurse suddenly walks in while I’m carefully examining my dad. The nurse whispered softly to me, “He will be waking up soon, but he doesn’t have much longer….I’m sorry.”I didn’t know how to respond to what she just said; it feels like a train just hit me. I whisper under my breath, “Isn’t there anything you can do?” The nurse responds, “His case is too serious, I’m sorry.”Tears start dripping down my face and my eye makeup starts to look like I’m a raccoon, I mummer to the nurse,” But...but what will happen to me?”She starts saying we called the adoption.” And I stop her and yell, “No”, I CAN LIVE BY MYSELF!”
The nurse responded, “You will be able to stay with your dad, his last few days, but he can only suffer for so long with the pain of the burns and the cancer spreading throughout his body.”I look at my dad and walk to him, and grab his big hands and cry. I slowly look back at the nurse and say, “So they’re going to take me to the adoption agency, huh.”The nurse bows her head down without making eye contact, and lightly says back, “Yes, I’m sorry.”
The nurse walks out of the room, and my dad slowly wakes up. He whispers “…Rebecca…” that’s my mother’s name. I respond, “No dad it’s me remember me, your daughter?” He nods his head no. I put my hands on my face and start crying. My own dad doesn’t remember me or anything anymore. I feel empty, as if I don’t have any purpose in life anymore. I say to my dad, “I know you don’t remember me, and I know you probably don’t know what I’m saying but I’m your daughter and I will sit here next to you everyday of your life.” My dad looks at me, smiles, and then squeezes my hand. I wonder if he knew what I was saying. Suddenly his eyes start to close, I start screaming “dad...Dad! Talk to me!” This machine keeps beating, his heart is stopping! I scream for a nurse and press the red button for immediate assistance. A nurse runs in with these paddles, and puts them on my dad’s chest to trying to revise him. A sudden awkward silence came. I heard a nurse whisper, “we lost him”.
My heart drops, he’s gone forever, his eyes will never open again.
For minutes I just sat there looking at my dad, and thinking of everything we’ve been through together. Every little memory that got us to how close we are today. My dad will always be my hero no matter what.
All of a sudden the manager of the adoption center walked in, and sat right beside me. She started saying, “Hi I’m Martha, I’m so sorry for your loss, I’d like to inform you that after your dad’s funeral, you’re going to have to come home and live with me.” I tried to brush off what she just said and try to stay calm and when I responded I said, “Fine but my dad’s not going to have a funeral nobody would come, plus he couldn’t afford it. I want him cremated and to take him home with me and eventually sprinkle his ashes everywhere he loved to be, so a part of him can be there together.” Martha said back, “that won’t be a problem, I have to take you home with me, so say your last goodbyes to your father and we will come back tomorrow for his ashes.” I thought to myself, it has only been a few hours since he died, and she already expects me to leave, oh no, not going to happen.
She starts leaving the room and looks back and says, “You have 15 minutes; I’ll be waiting in the lobby.” I wasn’t in the mood for fighting so I replied with a simple, “ok”. For the last time I sit there and hold my dad’s hand and just stare at him. I’ll always remember how he was always there for me no matter what. Even with my brother he has made bad choices his whole life, my dad still loved him and went to visit him in rehab. I whisper to my dad, “I love you”. Then I kissed his hand and slowly walked away, while taking a few glances back at him.
I walked out into the lobby, grabbed Martha’s hand and said,” Let’s go”. She walked with me, and randomly, I hug her, then I back off a say,”I’m sorry…I don’t know why I did that.”She smiles back at me and said, “I know why you feel alone, but you have me now, everything will be ok I promise.” I smirked back, and murmured under my breath, “I hope so”.
We get in the car and it’s pouring outside, I thought to myself, “How could this day get any worse.” Martha whispers “were here Natile”. While resting her delicate hands on my shoulder. I drag myself out of the car, and see this large rustic old two story house. Martha nudges me forward, and said, “Come in”. I see two more kids about my age. I quickly wave, before Martha leads me up the stairs to my new room. She says, “I hope it’s to your likings”. I say, “Yeah I guess it will do”.
I throw my back-pack down on my bead, and then I just sit there and think. The two kids from down stairs came up, and stood by the doorway, and ask, “Is it alright if we come in?” I respond back, “Yeah, sure.” The two girls that looked my age introduced themselves; they spoke at the same time one saying, “Hi, I’m Shannon “The other saying, “Hi, I’m Shelly.” Then they say together, “were twins”. I reply,”Oh, cool I’m Natile nice to meet you. They say to me, “So you have parents that don’t care about you anymore too.”I reply, “I’m sorry I don’t mean to be rude but can you please leave, I’ve had a long day.” Without saying a word they both look at me with disgust and leave.
Tired from all of the drama, I just fell asleep.I got woken up by the shriek of Martha’s voice screaming, “Breakfast everyone!” I walk downstairs and say, “Martha, let’s go, now.” I grab her and pull her out the door. I say, “I’m getting my father’s ashes now, and we’re going to take a few pit stops on the way home.”Martha doesn’t reply and walks inside. Two minutes later she walks outside with her car keys and a jacket.
We get to the hospital and I ask for his ashes in 3 different containers. The doctor replies, “ok, I’ll take care of that right away,” They give me as I ask, I walk out of the hospital, and hop back into Martha’s car and say, “ St.Joesphs Rehab Center. When we reached the center I and Martha hoped out of the van and I grab one of the containers of my dad’s ashes, and put it under my arm and start walking in. I spoke to the front desk woman, and asked if I could see John Moore. She took my arm and led my back to this one room she said, “He will be back here in just a second”. I look down and start to play with my fingers when I hear a deep voice say, “Natile”. I yell John! And run up to him and just let him squeeze me in arms. I hand him the container with the ashes in it. He asks, “What’s this”? I say, “It’s our dad he died yesterday, he would have wanted you there John.” The second I finish my sentence women walks in and grabs my arms and says, “That’s quite enough.” I hear cries and screams, and I start crying as they lead me out of the building.
I say to Martha, “Lyndon Graveyard, and south side.” We approach at the graveyard and I see Rebecca is small faded letters; I set the second container on the ground, do my signs of the cross and slowly walked back to the van. I said, “I’m done, that’s go home.”
We get home; I sprint up to my room and just sit there crying for hours and hours. Martha knocks on my door and says, “There are some people that want to see you.”Oh. My. Lord. All of a sudden I see the family of the daughter, who my dad saved from the fire! They said, “We would like to adopt you Natile, your father has been kind to us for years, and we’d like to take you, and raise you as if you were our own.” I stare at them with my mouth; I’m surprised I didn’t catch a fly. I stood there for a second and there were just millions of thoughts running through my head. I slowly murmured, “Yes, I’d like that.”
After many sheets of paperwork, I became there’s and they became mine. One month later I began visiting my brother once every week. I visited my mother’s grave every month and every holiday. This became my new life. I wasn’t all alone after all my mother and father will always be with me, and now I have to other wonderful people that will take care of me every day for the rest of my life. I’ll never forget my dad he is and always will be my love, my role-model, and most of all, my hero.
Authors Note: This story is going to be a about a girl telling you about her life and a time in her life she will never forget, and in the end, “she finds the light at the end of the tunnel,” which means she’ll find something positive out of the situation she gets into.
Day 1: I’m sitting in the hospital in probably the world’s most uncomfortable chairs, sitting and just watching him, holding back the chance of letting a tear come from my eyes, and slip down my face. The “him” is my dad. My dad saved a 5 year old girl who was stuck and struggling to get out, while a fire was going on. He got 3rd degree burns over his body; the chemicals from the building went to my dad’s brain and caused brain cancer. Now he’s in the hospital sleeping, with me questioning if he’ll ever wake up, if I’ll ever talk to him again. He is a hero, who never once thought of himself before others, just looking at him you would know that. My dad is no fire fighter, he’s a mailman, and he did it out of the well being of his heart. He risked his life for others and expected nothing in return. Everyone has a hero and a role-model in their life and for many and me, mines my father.
Can you believe people do this every day? Save other s people’s lives, and don’t even look for something as simple as a thanks you in return? Imagine if the whole world could be like my dad, we’d actually live in a world where people care about each other and don’t do everything for money, imagine that. At the least you could call me a daddy’s girl; he’s the only family I have. When I was seven years old my mom got in a car crash and died. My name is Natalie Moore, I’m 15 now, I have a brother that is 21 but he has been in rehab for two years for drug addiction. Now if my dad dies, I will have nothing, I’ll have to be put up for adoption.
Just watching my dad is painful, when will he wake up? His heart rate is still going normal. The nurse suddenly walks in while I’m carefully examining my dad. The nurse whispered softly to me, “He will be waking up soon, but he doesn’t have much longer….I’m sorry.”I didn’t know how to respond to what she just said; it feels like a train just hit me. I whisper under my breath, “Isn’t there anything you can do?” The nurse responds, “His case is too serious, I’m sorry.”Tears start dripping down my face and my eye makeup starts to look like I’m a raccoon, I mummer to the nurse,” But...but what will happen to me?”She starts saying we called the adoption.” And I stop her and yell, “No”, I CAN LIVE BY MYSELF!”
The nurse responded, “You will be able to stay with your dad, his last few days, but he can only suffer for so long with the pain of the burns and the cancer spreading throughout his body.”I look at my dad and walk to him, and grab his big hands and cry. I slowly look back at the nurse and say, “So they’re going to take me to the adoption agency, huh.”The nurse bows her head down without making eye contact, and lightly says back, “Yes, I’m sorry.”
The nurse walks out of the room, and my dad slowly wakes up. He whispers “…Rebecca…” that’s my mother’s name. I respond, “No dad it’s me remember me, your daughter?” He nods his head no. I put my hands on my face and start crying. My own dad doesn’t remember me or anything anymore. I feel empty, as if I don’t have any purpose in life anymore. I say to my dad, “I know you don’t remember me, and I know you probably don’t know what I’m saying but I’m your daughter and I will sit here next to you everyday of your life.” My dad looks at me, smiles, and then squeezes my hand. I wonder if he knew what I was saying. Suddenly his eyes start to close, I start screaming “dad...Dad! Talk to me!” This machine keeps beating, his heart is stopping! I scream for a nurse and press the red button for immediate assistance. A nurse runs in with these paddles, and puts them on my dad’s chest to trying to revise him. A sudden awkward silence came. I heard a nurse whisper, “we lost him”.
My heart drops, he’s gone forever, his eyes will never open again.
For minutes I just sat there looking at my dad, and thinking of everything we’ve been through together. Every little memory that got us to how close we are today. My dad will always be my hero no matter what.
All of a sudden the manager of the adoption center walked in, and sat right beside me. She started saying, “Hi I’m Martha, I’m so sorry for your loss, I’d like to inform you that after your dad’s funeral, you’re going to have to come home and live with me.” I tried to brush off what she just said and try to stay calm and when I responded I said, “Fine but my dad’s not going to have a funeral nobody would come, plus he couldn’t afford it. I want him cremated and to take him home with me and eventually sprinkle his ashes everywhere he loved to be, so a part of him can be there together.” Martha said back, “that won’t be a problem, I have to take you home with me, so say your last goodbyes to your father and we will come back tomorrow for his ashes.” I thought to myself, it has only been a few hours since he died, and she already expects me to leave, oh no, not going to happen.
She starts leaving the room and looks back and says, “You have 15 minutes; I’ll be waiting in the lobby.” I wasn’t in the mood for fighting so I replied with a simple, “ok”. For the last time I sit there and hold my dad’s hand and just stare at him. I’ll always remember how he was always there for me no matter what. Even with my brother he has made bad choices his whole life, my dad still loved him and went to visit him in rehab. I whisper to my dad, “I love you”. Then I kissed his hand and slowly walked away, while taking a few glances back at him.
I walked out into the lobby, grabbed Martha’s hand and said,” Let’s go”. She walked with me, and randomly, I hug her, then I back off a say,”I’m sorry…I don’t know why I did that.”She smiles back at me and said, “I know why you feel alone, but you have me now, everything will be ok I promise.” I smirked back, and murmured under my breath, “I hope so”.
We get in the car and it’s pouring outside, I thought to myself, “How could this day get any worse.” Martha whispers “were here Natile”. While resting her delicate hands on my shoulder. I drag myself out of the car, and see this large rustic old two story house. Martha nudges me forward, and said, “Come in”. I see two more kids about my age. I quickly wave, before Martha leads me up the stairs to my new room. She says, “I hope it’s to your likings”. I say, “Yeah I guess it will do”.
I throw my back-pack down on my bead, and then I just sit there and think. The two kids from down stairs came up, and stood by the doorway, and ask, “Is it alright if we come in?” I respond back, “Yeah, sure.” The two girls that looked my age introduced themselves; they spoke at the same time one saying, “Hi, I’m Shannon “The other saying, “Hi, I’m Shelly.” Then they say together, “were twins”. I reply,”Oh, cool I’m Natile nice to meet you. They say to me, “So you have parents that don’t care about you anymore too.”I reply, “I’m sorry I don’t mean to be rude but can you please leave, I’ve had a long day.” Without saying a word they both look at me with disgust and leave.
Tired from all of the drama, I just fell asleep.I got woken up by the shriek of Martha’s voice screaming, “Breakfast everyone!” I walk downstairs and say, “Martha, let’s go, now.” I grab her and pull her out the door. I say, “I’m getting my father’s ashes now, and we’re going to take a few pit stops on the way home.”Martha doesn’t reply and walks inside. Two minutes later she walks outside with her car keys and a jacket.
We get to the hospital and I ask for his ashes in 3 different containers. The doctor replies, “ok, I’ll take care of that right away,” They give me as I ask, I walk out of the hospital, and hop back into Martha’s car and say, “ St.Joesphs Rehab Center. When we reached the center I and Martha hoped out of the van and I grab one of the containers of my dad’s ashes, and put it under my arm and start walking in. I spoke to the front desk woman, and asked if I could see John Moore. She took my arm and led my back to this one room she said, “He will be back here in just a second”. I look down and start to play with my fingers when I hear a deep voice say, “Natile”. I yell John! And run up to him and just let him squeeze me in arms. I hand him the container with the ashes in it. He asks, “What’s this”? I say, “It’s our dad he died yesterday, he would have wanted you there John.” The second I finish my sentence women walks in and grabs my arms and says, “That’s quite enough.” I hear cries and screams, and I start crying as they lead me out of the building.
I say to Martha, “Lyndon Graveyard, and south side.” We approach at the graveyard and I see Rebecca is small faded letters; I set the second container on the ground, do my signs of the cross and slowly walked back to the van. I said, “I’m done, that’s go home.”
We get home; I sprint up to my room and just sit there crying for hours and hours. Martha knocks on my door and says, “There are some people that want to see you.”Oh. My. Lord. All of a sudden I see the family of the daughter, who my dad saved from the fire! They said, “We would like to adopt you Natile, your father has been kind to us for years, and we’d like to take you, and raise you as if you were our own.” I stare at them with my mouth; I’m surprised I didn’t catch a fly. I stood there for a second and there were just millions of thoughts running through my head. I slowly murmured, “Yes, I’d like that.”
After many sheets of paperwork, I became there’s and they became mine. One month later I began visiting my brother once every week. I visited my mother’s grave every month and every holiday. This became my new life. I wasn’t all alone after all my mother and father will always be with me, and now I have to other wonderful people that will take care of me every day for the rest of my life. I’ll never forget my dad he is and always will be my love, my role-model, and most of all, my hero.
Monday, June 6, 2011
“Wisest leader Award”
Finally the day arrived. The day I finally obtain an award for all my hard work and tender words of wisdom. Not saying I will win, but I’m practically a shoe in for the, “Wisest Leader Award.” The only problem is my opponent, Martin Luther King Jr. That man has got some pep in his step, and is full of endless words of good judgment, it’s like he has god built into him. I realize my competition is tough, but I will receive that award whether he likes it or not. I know my kingdom will come through for me after all I have always been a great leader to them.
After all I’m the wisest man in the world, even wiser then Gandhi. I can conduct world peace with the snap of my fingers. My kingdom used to be a retched place with: dog fights, stealing, and even stealing an innocent mans satchel. As I spoke with the people of my Kingdom about their harmful ways, I touched them with the gentle words of my guidance. I explained that violence and unkind acts are never the answer, simply something as easy as being happy cannot just make this kingdom, but the world a better place.
Then there’s my competition Martin Luther King Jr. Who has changed the way black and white people looked at each other. Yes, I admit he is good, and gave a spectacular speech, while thousands & thousands of people watching. In my eyes bringing peace throughout a kingdom which I do every day, is better than bringing peace throughout a country.
I’m already planning out my speech, well you know just in case I happen to win. I will thank all of my family, well the people I can remember anyway, and then I will thank the voters, and last but certainly not least my maid Joyce for letting me wake up to a fresh glass of Orange Juice every morning. Hopefully I will win otherwise I would have done all my hard work for nothing.
The ceremony was in 30 minutes. I walked outside to thousands of my subjects screaming my name. I wanted to be fashionable early to the ceremony so I boarded my carriage and was on my way. I hear a young boy running aside my carriage yelling, “he’s dead he’s dead!” When I go t to the ceremony I found out that my opponent Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated, while giving one of his famous speeches. Hm does that mean I win? I went over to ask the man who was giving the award and he said, “Everyone is so sad and devastated of Martins death so we are postponing the ceremony.” My jaw dropped I spoke back to the man, “Can’t I just get the award?” The man replied, “It wouldn’t be fair if you just won the award, we’re delaying it till we can find a legible candidate to compete against you.” I agreed with the man’s statement like the gentleman I am, yet inside I was I wanted to scream like a little girl. Oh well life goes on, I’ll get that award someday.
After all I’m the wisest man in the world, even wiser then Gandhi. I can conduct world peace with the snap of my fingers. My kingdom used to be a retched place with: dog fights, stealing, and even stealing an innocent mans satchel. As I spoke with the people of my Kingdom about their harmful ways, I touched them with the gentle words of my guidance. I explained that violence and unkind acts are never the answer, simply something as easy as being happy cannot just make this kingdom, but the world a better place.
Then there’s my competition Martin Luther King Jr. Who has changed the way black and white people looked at each other. Yes, I admit he is good, and gave a spectacular speech, while thousands & thousands of people watching. In my eyes bringing peace throughout a kingdom which I do every day, is better than bringing peace throughout a country.
I’m already planning out my speech, well you know just in case I happen to win. I will thank all of my family, well the people I can remember anyway, and then I will thank the voters, and last but certainly not least my maid Joyce for letting me wake up to a fresh glass of Orange Juice every morning. Hopefully I will win otherwise I would have done all my hard work for nothing.
The ceremony was in 30 minutes. I walked outside to thousands of my subjects screaming my name. I wanted to be fashionable early to the ceremony so I boarded my carriage and was on my way. I hear a young boy running aside my carriage yelling, “he’s dead he’s dead!” When I go t to the ceremony I found out that my opponent Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated, while giving one of his famous speeches. Hm does that mean I win? I went over to ask the man who was giving the award and he said, “Everyone is so sad and devastated of Martins death so we are postponing the ceremony.” My jaw dropped I spoke back to the man, “Can’t I just get the award?” The man replied, “It wouldn’t be fair if you just won the award, we’re delaying it till we can find a legible candidate to compete against you.” I agreed with the man’s statement like the gentleman I am, yet inside I was I wanted to scream like a little girl. Oh well life goes on, I’ll get that award someday.
Risking It All
Waking up every day to birds chirping, listening it to the sound in your cabin in the middle of the forest. Putting on your jacket; walking outside to a big open clearing of animals. Throwing bird seeds on the dirt filled ground, waiting for the birds to pick them up with their little beaks, then throwing a net over and capturing them. Seeing that one special dove that stands out from the rest, and it’s hard just not to marvel at its beauty. While knowing you have to kill the beautiful creature, for the kings table. In the short story, “The Hundredth Dove,” by Jane Yolen, teaches readers that if you don’t listen, consequences will follow.
A lesson many children learn when their younger is listen and respect your elders. In this case the fowler Hugh, was loyal to his king, so whatever he says goes. As we get older this respect never wares away, people need respect for: jobs, everyday communication, and just to any person or thing. What some people don’t understand is listening and respecting skills are not something you are forced into learning it’s something you should naturally execute. If you don’t you could be fired or get killed or all I know. For example if your boss is asking you to print him some copies and another worker said don’t do it, you would still do it because that was your job. Unless your boss says no then you follow the command. That’s how this main character felt, he wanted to listen to the bird but he couldn’t, because in his eyes the king was first and the forest was second. The character didn’t want to let the king and his new fiancé down, plus he wanted money; he was not ready to give that up for some talking bird. That just goes to show how loyal this fowler was.
This story reminds me of a personal experience were someone that worked for my mom was always: late, didn’t get things done on time, and never listened to her instructions. Within just one week he was fired. That’s why the fowler didn’t want to let the king down because he knew if he did good things would not happen.
What made all of the pieces of this story come together was the symbolism scattered throughout the piece. The largest piece of symbolism stored in this story is the white dove. With the reason being the dove was like the fowlers conscience, he was following orders but the dove was trying to give him signs. Some signs were: escaping the net not once but twice, being the only white bird, and the only bird that could talk. This symbolized that he should let the birds go, because the king didn’t need them anymore. Overall this story was mostly a Tragedy/Comedy. The reason for that is because it has mixed symbolism between the two. It is partially comedy because it begins with normalcy, but it is also Tragedy because it ends in the death symbolism of the white dove.
While reading this story although the fowler was a loyal man he never listened to the thing he should’ve the unique white mythical dove. Which makes me think a story called, “Papas Parrot,” by (……….author), because in that story the main character never listened conscience and came back to visit his dad. Similar to the story, “The Hundredth Dove,” by Jane Yolen, because the fowler never listened his conscience the dove, and ended up killing 99 birds for no reason. In, “Papas Parrot,” he never realized that family always comes before friends. Within both of these stories the main characters never took time and really thought things through.
Although listening is a huge factor in this story respect follows and that’s one thing the fowler defiantly had towards his king. For the bird It was kind of one of those I told you so moments.
A lesson many children learn when their younger is listen and respect your elders. In this case the fowler Hugh, was loyal to his king, so whatever he says goes. As we get older this respect never wares away, people need respect for: jobs, everyday communication, and just to any person or thing. What some people don’t understand is listening and respecting skills are not something you are forced into learning it’s something you should naturally execute. If you don’t you could be fired or get killed or all I know. For example if your boss is asking you to print him some copies and another worker said don’t do it, you would still do it because that was your job. Unless your boss says no then you follow the command. That’s how this main character felt, he wanted to listen to the bird but he couldn’t, because in his eyes the king was first and the forest was second. The character didn’t want to let the king and his new fiancé down, plus he wanted money; he was not ready to give that up for some talking bird. That just goes to show how loyal this fowler was.
This story reminds me of a personal experience were someone that worked for my mom was always: late, didn’t get things done on time, and never listened to her instructions. Within just one week he was fired. That’s why the fowler didn’t want to let the king down because he knew if he did good things would not happen.
What made all of the pieces of this story come together was the symbolism scattered throughout the piece. The largest piece of symbolism stored in this story is the white dove. With the reason being the dove was like the fowlers conscience, he was following orders but the dove was trying to give him signs. Some signs were: escaping the net not once but twice, being the only white bird, and the only bird that could talk. This symbolized that he should let the birds go, because the king didn’t need them anymore. Overall this story was mostly a Tragedy/Comedy. The reason for that is because it has mixed symbolism between the two. It is partially comedy because it begins with normalcy, but it is also Tragedy because it ends in the death symbolism of the white dove.
While reading this story although the fowler was a loyal man he never listened to the thing he should’ve the unique white mythical dove. Which makes me think a story called, “Papas Parrot,” by (……….author), because in that story the main character never listened conscience and came back to visit his dad. Similar to the story, “The Hundredth Dove,” by Jane Yolen, because the fowler never listened his conscience the dove, and ended up killing 99 birds for no reason. In, “Papas Parrot,” he never realized that family always comes before friends. Within both of these stories the main characters never took time and really thought things through.
Although listening is a huge factor in this story respect follows and that’s one thing the fowler defiantly had towards his king. For the bird It was kind of one of those I told you so moments.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Troubles of the teen life
Sitting at home constantly on Facebook, Twitter, and other online chat groups practically wasting your life;complaining about it to other people. While spending hours and hours staring at a computer screen, just waiting for that one person to answer or comment, to make you feel important. The book “Serrafina67 *urgently requires life*,” by Susie Day teaches teens that there’s a life outside the computer that is waiting to be explored.
Everyday parents watch their children become sucked into the powerful use of technology. An average person everyday wastes 7due to technology related gadgets. Isn’t that sad? People are consumed so much online in the fake world rather than going outside and really smelling the roses of the outdoors, which is the lesson the author was trying to display. The author was describing, if you’re always on the computer you won’t be able to handle the life outside. You will lose things like how to talk to a person without all of the abbreviations. Plus the internet is forever, whatever you post or say will never go away. Is use of technology overused?
With our world these days adults seem to influence technology most. Such as in my school district grades 7-12 all have laptops and they are used daily, and not always for the right reasons. Although technology is used for communicating, writing, and just doing the jobs that make our human lives easier, we don’t always use it in the proper way. The thing teens don’t understand is being on the computer, texting, and watching T.V. is not good for you, just like in the story the main character is a larger girl that doesn’t go outside and hasn’t experienced what the real world is like. People go on the computer practically just to escape from real life.
Over time as your choosing electronics over alternative healthier things like exercise you begin to gain weight and even loss of brain cells. That’s what happened to the main character in this story she got so lost in her computer but she realized what it was doing to her so she tried out for the cheerleading squad. A lot of teens in the world don’t realize like the main character did and it’s too late, and they get results like: obesity, diabetes, and cancer which can all lead to death. It may seem like it’s not that big of a deal, but when it leads to something as big as death it is a huge deal.
While reading this book I realized not only the effects of a teenage girl who lives on her computer but also signs of Symbolism. For example the story almost has the exact layout of a comedic mode line. It starts with normalcy: then she has a problem which is her weight is too heavy, and her solution was she tried out for the cheerleading squad and lost over 20lbs and it all went back to normal. Also other signs of symbolism occurred such as blue and pink which were her favorite colors and those colors symbolize which are soft and nice colors which represents a comedic mood.
This book is a book that you can get many things from good and bad. Which makes it quite simple to find similarities with other things you have experienced, or with other litature pieces. A litature piece with a similar connection is “No Escape,” by Lynn Rosellini.” The similarity I found between the two was both main characters don’t think before they do. In “No Escape,” the main character jumped into a hole risking his life without even thinking about his family and in, “Serafina67*urgently requires life*,” she completely forgets about her health and is about to hit obesity. What both of these characters don’t realize is their lives are at stake. Something they both did that was good, was they both did something about it. With the main character in, “No Escape,” he did what he did to save another person but returned safe to his family and in, “Serafina67*urgently requires life*,” she realized her constant use of technology was too much and tried out for cheerleading. The difference between Swaby and the main character of, “serafina67*urgently requires life,” is she did her actions out of foolishness and Swaby did what he did out of bravery.
In life sometimes we forget to think twice, but when we do we usually make the right choice in the end. With this story there’s a girl with no life that practically lives on a computer but then opens her mind and experiences new things. “Serafina67*urgently requires life*,” by Susie Day inspires teens everywhere that there is a life outsid
Everyday parents watch their children become sucked into the powerful use of technology. An average person everyday wastes 7due to technology related gadgets. Isn’t that sad? People are consumed so much online in the fake world rather than going outside and really smelling the roses of the outdoors, which is the lesson the author was trying to display. The author was describing, if you’re always on the computer you won’t be able to handle the life outside. You will lose things like how to talk to a person without all of the abbreviations. Plus the internet is forever, whatever you post or say will never go away. Is use of technology overused?
With our world these days adults seem to influence technology most. Such as in my school district grades 7-12 all have laptops and they are used daily, and not always for the right reasons. Although technology is used for communicating, writing, and just doing the jobs that make our human lives easier, we don’t always use it in the proper way. The thing teens don’t understand is being on the computer, texting, and watching T.V. is not good for you, just like in the story the main character is a larger girl that doesn’t go outside and hasn’t experienced what the real world is like. People go on the computer practically just to escape from real life.
Over time as your choosing electronics over alternative healthier things like exercise you begin to gain weight and even loss of brain cells. That’s what happened to the main character in this story she got so lost in her computer but she realized what it was doing to her so she tried out for the cheerleading squad. A lot of teens in the world don’t realize like the main character did and it’s too late, and they get results like: obesity, diabetes, and cancer which can all lead to death. It may seem like it’s not that big of a deal, but when it leads to something as big as death it is a huge deal.
While reading this book I realized not only the effects of a teenage girl who lives on her computer but also signs of Symbolism. For example the story almost has the exact layout of a comedic mode line. It starts with normalcy: then she has a problem which is her weight is too heavy, and her solution was she tried out for the cheerleading squad and lost over 20lbs and it all went back to normal. Also other signs of symbolism occurred such as blue and pink which were her favorite colors and those colors symbolize which are soft and nice colors which represents a comedic mood.
This book is a book that you can get many things from good and bad. Which makes it quite simple to find similarities with other things you have experienced, or with other litature pieces. A litature piece with a similar connection is “No Escape,” by Lynn Rosellini.” The similarity I found between the two was both main characters don’t think before they do. In “No Escape,” the main character jumped into a hole risking his life without even thinking about his family and in, “Serafina67*urgently requires life*,” she completely forgets about her health and is about to hit obesity. What both of these characters don’t realize is their lives are at stake. Something they both did that was good, was they both did something about it. With the main character in, “No Escape,” he did what he did to save another person but returned safe to his family and in, “Serafina67*urgently requires life*,” she realized her constant use of technology was too much and tried out for cheerleading. The difference between Swaby and the main character of, “serafina67*urgently requires life,” is she did her actions out of foolishness and Swaby did what he did out of bravery.
In life sometimes we forget to think twice, but when we do we usually make the right choice in the end. With this story there’s a girl with no life that practically lives on a computer but then opens her mind and experiences new things. “Serafina67*urgently requires life*,” by Susie Day inspires teens everywhere that there is a life outsid
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
“Sticks and Stones may Break my Bones but Words will Never Hurt me”
Rain drop, after rain drop, falling down on the cold surface of Venus. Margot looking blankly through the window with emptiness in her eyes, watching the rain whip away her soul. Thinking of when she was back on earth where the sun came out on a regular basis. The rain hasn’t stopped for seven years; all hope is being lost for the sun to appear again. When rain is constantly falling down people’s moods become more, and more miserable. This short story, “All Summer in a Day”, by Ray Bradbury displays the effects of constant rain, making an impact on people’s feelings and actions.
Imagine nonstop rain for seven years, I don’t even like when it rains for one day.During rainfall it usually lowers my contentment; people typically want to stay inside when it rains instead of going outside and taking on the world. Considering it’s been raining for seven years, it makes me wonder if they have flooding problems. The longest rainfall ever on earth that’s recorded happened in Cherrapunji, India over a twelve month period where 1,042 inches of rain fell. So if you multiply that by 7, it’s an estimated 7,294 inches which is about 606 feet of water! That is about the height of the Abraj Al Bait Towers, in Mecca, Saudi Arabia. If this happens in other places, what do they do to manage rain?
Outcomes from all of this rain make me think, does constant rain mean something? The answer is yes, rain is a part of symbolism and symbolism explains the type of story and the feelings that are stirring. For example, in “All Summer in a day”, there happened to be a lot of dark toned colors, which represent Irony. This story overall is a mixture between Irony and Tragedy demonstrating that it has mixed Symbolism between the two. Such as the seasons, the story is a mixture of spring and fall, it’s more difficult to tell what the season is because it is a fictional story, or in other words not realistic. Constantly occurring throughout the story was the symbolism of rain. Considering rain isn’t what you’d say a happy feeling, it makes for more of a gloomy setting, and mood throughout the story.
Margot the main character was defiantly affected by the weather due to the fact that she used to live on Earth. Living on earth made her stand out in a crowd because she has experienced something that no else around her bares to understand. Margot remembers seeing the sun. It's kind of like she is an outsider and a comparison that is to a silent girl, on one of my basketball teams. Everyone knew she wasn't very talented, and she was always quiet, and people didn't respect her and help her like a true teammate should.In the end just like in the story someone finally gave her a chance and passed her the ball and odd enough she made a shot. For instance in the story, William was a jerk, but then he realized how his actions were effecting Margot. He found that his actions were harmful, which made him feel something he may have never felt in his life, regret. Overall, he was jealous of Margo because she has seen the sun, and he hasn't seen the sun before. When rain occurs for that long it can make people insane, mad, or just depressed which is maybe why William was a jealous person, or just a plain out a mean person. He had no believe the sun would come out and Margo had faith, which therefore made her an outsider and that’s were bullies have the easiest way to attack.
In addition to that, I can make a relation with a litature piece called, “Deep Water” by William O. Douglas, where the feelings felt by the main character are very similar to the main character in, “All summer in a day”. Meaning the main character in, “Deep Water” was traumatized by water and overall he showed that in his story. While Margot the main character in, “All Summer in a day” was traumatized verbally and with contact. In deep water the boy suffered an almost life death experience by being pushed in a pool and almost drowning and Margot got locked in a closet and missing the beautiful rays of sun peeking through the clouds. One may be way worse than the other but they either way they ended up traumatized and exaggerated outsider. With Margot she was a teacher’s pet, and kind of nerdy, and the big thing is she once lived on earth.As for the main character in, “Deep Water” he couldn’t swim so he had to wear dorky water wings. JELOUSY over all conquers the body of these kids who are bullying, the main characters of these stories. These kids both have something in common they are an easy target to get picked on. When people act out like these bullies did towards the main characters it makes me think, other than jealousy are they doing it. Is it possibly because they are down in the dumps about a specific thing? Could they possibly be the affects of constant rainfall?
While weather affects the way people act, it also makes me think because of the weather, and why wouldn’t they want to move? Another question that runs across my mind is how does Margo get to the rainy surface of Venus? I haven’t to the slightest guess, of why and how Margo moved to Venus. Did she take a rocket? Or is it some type of technology were you can just zap there. “All Summer in a Day”, by Ray Bradbury brings all of the questions to my head, and really opens up my mind to all different kinds of solutions and thoughts.
Overall even though this story made me think a little, it displays a astonishing message of how weather affects people, and their actions in throe detail. A final thought I’d like to display is don’t let the rain bring you down, find sunshine on a cloudy day, words from, “My Girl”, by Marvin Gaye. Live Life to the fullest; don’t let a thing as little as rain, control you.
Imagine nonstop rain for seven years, I don’t even like when it rains for one day.During rainfall it usually lowers my contentment; people typically want to stay inside when it rains instead of going outside and taking on the world. Considering it’s been raining for seven years, it makes me wonder if they have flooding problems. The longest rainfall ever on earth that’s recorded happened in Cherrapunji, India over a twelve month period where 1,042 inches of rain fell. So if you multiply that by 7, it’s an estimated 7,294 inches which is about 606 feet of water! That is about the height of the Abraj Al Bait Towers, in Mecca, Saudi Arabia. If this happens in other places, what do they do to manage rain?
Outcomes from all of this rain make me think, does constant rain mean something? The answer is yes, rain is a part of symbolism and symbolism explains the type of story and the feelings that are stirring. For example, in “All Summer in a day”, there happened to be a lot of dark toned colors, which represent Irony. This story overall is a mixture between Irony and Tragedy demonstrating that it has mixed Symbolism between the two. Such as the seasons, the story is a mixture of spring and fall, it’s more difficult to tell what the season is because it is a fictional story, or in other words not realistic. Constantly occurring throughout the story was the symbolism of rain. Considering rain isn’t what you’d say a happy feeling, it makes for more of a gloomy setting, and mood throughout the story.
Margot the main character was defiantly affected by the weather due to the fact that she used to live on Earth. Living on earth made her stand out in a crowd because she has experienced something that no else around her bares to understand. Margot remembers seeing the sun. It's kind of like she is an outsider and a comparison that is to a silent girl, on one of my basketball teams. Everyone knew she wasn't very talented, and she was always quiet, and people didn't respect her and help her like a true teammate should.In the end just like in the story someone finally gave her a chance and passed her the ball and odd enough she made a shot. For instance in the story, William was a jerk, but then he realized how his actions were effecting Margot. He found that his actions were harmful, which made him feel something he may have never felt in his life, regret. Overall, he was jealous of Margo because she has seen the sun, and he hasn't seen the sun before. When rain occurs for that long it can make people insane, mad, or just depressed which is maybe why William was a jealous person, or just a plain out a mean person. He had no believe the sun would come out and Margo had faith, which therefore made her an outsider and that’s were bullies have the easiest way to attack.
In addition to that, I can make a relation with a litature piece called, “Deep Water” by William O. Douglas, where the feelings felt by the main character are very similar to the main character in, “All summer in a day”. Meaning the main character in, “Deep Water” was traumatized by water and overall he showed that in his story. While Margot the main character in, “All Summer in a day” was traumatized verbally and with contact. In deep water the boy suffered an almost life death experience by being pushed in a pool and almost drowning and Margot got locked in a closet and missing the beautiful rays of sun peeking through the clouds. One may be way worse than the other but they either way they ended up traumatized and exaggerated outsider. With Margot she was a teacher’s pet, and kind of nerdy, and the big thing is she once lived on earth.As for the main character in, “Deep Water” he couldn’t swim so he had to wear dorky water wings. JELOUSY over all conquers the body of these kids who are bullying, the main characters of these stories. These kids both have something in common they are an easy target to get picked on. When people act out like these bullies did towards the main characters it makes me think, other than jealousy are they doing it. Is it possibly because they are down in the dumps about a specific thing? Could they possibly be the affects of constant rainfall?
While weather affects the way people act, it also makes me think because of the weather, and why wouldn’t they want to move? Another question that runs across my mind is how does Margo get to the rainy surface of Venus? I haven’t to the slightest guess, of why and how Margo moved to Venus. Did she take a rocket? Or is it some type of technology were you can just zap there. “All Summer in a Day”, by Ray Bradbury brings all of the questions to my head, and really opens up my mind to all different kinds of solutions and thoughts.
Overall even though this story made me think a little, it displays a astonishing message of how weather affects people, and their actions in throe detail. A final thought I’d like to display is don’t let the rain bring you down, find sunshine on a cloudy day, words from, “My Girl”, by Marvin Gaye. Live Life to the fullest; don’t let a thing as little as rain, control you.
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