Skipping as gracefully as a gazelle, Clarisse's hair a wild hair hurricane. Her smile brightening up the room. Green eyes glistening gleefully as the scent of flowers flowing into the spaces faster than a fan. Just her presents in the room brought joy to others.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Three Lives, Same Situation
*Aurthur Notes- I wrote this essay about the way all different novels, all with the same theme: government control. The three novels "The Giver," "The Hunger Games," and "City of Ember" all deal with the same problem, but different situations.
Dominating the weak and killing the strong, they regret nothing; they just enjoy the suffering of those around them as they live in luxury. The government of Panem causes life or death situations for the citizens of its twelve districts in the novel The Hunger Games. Meanwhile, another government keeps the people of Ember in the dark about a dangerous secret in the book City of Ember. A third government in the classic The Giver runs everything about the citizens' lives and it’s complete normalcy for them. Having a government with too much control never ends well.
The government in the three novels has gained so much authority that no one is safe from their ascendancy. In “The Giver” the citizens in the Utopia have no clear thought about their government controlling their whole lives. In the citizen’s and Elders eyes, their community is perfect, no death, no pain, and not many differences. Not one person really knows the pain and suffering that the world around them is dealing with because the Giver hides the truth from the Elders and citizens. Unlike “The Giver” in the novel “The Hunger Games” the government causes all the pain and suffering by creating an arena where two children from each of the twelve fight to the deaths, with only one survivor. While the government creates the death and poverty, the governor of the classic “City of Ember” hides in luxury, while his citizens are slowly starving and rushing to conserve their resources to remain living. But not only are they in the dark about the room of desirable and “rare” foods that the governor has been living off of for years, but that they are living in a hole that no one can find a way to escape.All three governments are causing the downfalls of their communities.
No matter how much a person hates their government rebelling against their government will always have its consequences. Such as the event The Hunger Games, the 13 districts rebelled against the Capital for their hatred of their control. Only to lose the war and cause the Capital to gain more control than what they already had. Creating The Hunger Games was a symbol that no matter how much you hate us, we will always win and kill along the way. Even though The Giver has punishments, they aren’t as severe as killing one another or wiping their backs until they pass out; but more subtle, gentle punishments, such as slight public humiliation or getting slapped in the leg is a thin, plastic device that corrects mistakes by children. From all the novels, City of Ember has no intense punishment what-so-ever. Aside from the soon living their lives in darkness until they all die from accidents and no light. Until the main characters Lina and Doon are caught finding the truth about living in a hole, they are chased and in hiding from the government holding their lives close and the secrets closer.
Once the control has affected the lives of everyone, a revolution is needed. Once Jonas, the main character from The Giver, has figured that his new little brother was going to be Released, Jonas knew he had to do something. Escaping with Gabriel was his only option, causing the government to panic about another two children being lost and never to be found, proving they can’t always control and protect the citizens of the community. Escaping from the Capital isn’t an option for any of the district people because the Capital will always find them. But when Katniss pulled the out the fatal Night Lock berries, she became the Mockingjay that was meant to defy the Capital. The Giver and The Hunger Games all have life or death mission, City of Ember holds the current lives of their city in their hands. But defeating the governor and getting all the citizens out into the light and real world, isn’t an easy task and if the governor keeps getting in the way they will never make it out alive.
All three novels display a knowing stand point of an overpowering government that has taken too large of a step into controlling. The people of any novel with a over ruling government know that they must take a stand to show they aren’t afraid and won’t let them kill the people they know and love. Although there are different types of a controlling government, there will always be suffering and the one person who will take charge and crash them down!
Dominating the weak and killing the strong, they regret nothing; they just enjoy the suffering of those around them as they live in luxury. The government of Panem causes life or death situations for the citizens of its twelve districts in the novel The Hunger Games. Meanwhile, another government keeps the people of Ember in the dark about a dangerous secret in the book City of Ember. A third government in the classic The Giver runs everything about the citizens' lives and it’s complete normalcy for them. Having a government with too much control never ends well.
The government in the three novels has gained so much authority that no one is safe from their ascendancy. In “The Giver” the citizens in the Utopia have no clear thought about their government controlling their whole lives. In the citizen’s and Elders eyes, their community is perfect, no death, no pain, and not many differences. Not one person really knows the pain and suffering that the world around them is dealing with because the Giver hides the truth from the Elders and citizens. Unlike “The Giver” in the novel “The Hunger Games” the government causes all the pain and suffering by creating an arena where two children from each of the twelve fight to the deaths, with only one survivor. While the government creates the death and poverty, the governor of the classic “City of Ember” hides in luxury, while his citizens are slowly starving and rushing to conserve their resources to remain living. But not only are they in the dark about the room of desirable and “rare” foods that the governor has been living off of for years, but that they are living in a hole that no one can find a way to escape.All three governments are causing the downfalls of their communities.
No matter how much a person hates their government rebelling against their government will always have its consequences. Such as the event The Hunger Games, the 13 districts rebelled against the Capital for their hatred of their control. Only to lose the war and cause the Capital to gain more control than what they already had. Creating The Hunger Games was a symbol that no matter how much you hate us, we will always win and kill along the way. Even though The Giver has punishments, they aren’t as severe as killing one another or wiping their backs until they pass out; but more subtle, gentle punishments, such as slight public humiliation or getting slapped in the leg is a thin, plastic device that corrects mistakes by children. From all the novels, City of Ember has no intense punishment what-so-ever. Aside from the soon living their lives in darkness until they all die from accidents and no light. Until the main characters Lina and Doon are caught finding the truth about living in a hole, they are chased and in hiding from the government holding their lives close and the secrets closer.
Once the control has affected the lives of everyone, a revolution is needed. Once Jonas, the main character from The Giver, has figured that his new little brother was going to be Released, Jonas knew he had to do something. Escaping with Gabriel was his only option, causing the government to panic about another two children being lost and never to be found, proving they can’t always control and protect the citizens of the community. Escaping from the Capital isn’t an option for any of the district people because the Capital will always find them. But when Katniss pulled the out the fatal Night Lock berries, she became the Mockingjay that was meant to defy the Capital. The Giver and The Hunger Games all have life or death mission, City of Ember holds the current lives of their city in their hands. But defeating the governor and getting all the citizens out into the light and real world, isn’t an easy task and if the governor keeps getting in the way they will never make it out alive.
All three novels display a knowing stand point of an overpowering government that has taken too large of a step into controlling. The people of any novel with a over ruling government know that they must take a stand to show they aren’t afraid and won’t let them kill the people they know and love. Although there are different types of a controlling government, there will always be suffering and the one person who will take charge and crash them down!
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
Giver
One of the main characters is The Giver. He is known to give information about the world now and past. He is quiet and contained because his occupation requires him not to explain anything to anyone, including his daughter and wife. He keeps everyone in the dark, aside from Jonas because he is the Receiver in training. His role in the community is the most honored and most secretive. If he told what he knew, he would not only breaking the law but also ruining his perfect community.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Never Will Stop
*Author Note- This a poem I wrote for action steps. I tried to write a haiku, but wrote it backwards. I want to know what your idea about my topic is.*
Water poured from everywhere
Drowning all the life
Rise up high, all the life dies
Water poured from everywhere
Drowning all the life
Rise up high, all the life dies
Uncertain
*Author Note- This a poem I wrote after reading a tragic story. I want to know your interpretation on what my poem is really about.Let me warn you, it's not what you this it is.
Dangling only by a slim thread.
Weaker than a child without any bread.
Each word stung as a knife piercing through her skin.
Words of abuse spewed out his mouth like air bursting from a balloon pop by a pin.
As hugs and the water works start.
No one will know that their relationship is finally falling apart.
Dangling only by a slim thread.
Weaker than a child without any bread.
Each word stung as a knife piercing through her skin.
Words of abuse spewed out his mouth like air bursting from a balloon pop by a pin.
As hugs and the water works start.
No one will know that their relationship is finally falling apart.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Sudden Change
*Author Note- This is a creative piece I wrote from one of three sentences. I want to score high for voice.*
Worst day ever, not only did my baby sister find her way into my school bag and destroy all contents that were my homework. But also, my twin took our car before I could get ready for school, and it was raining. Luke is going to pay. Walking is the worse! With it pouring ice drop soaking through your shirt within seconds. At least I keep extra clothes in my locker. My hair clung to my face as the gusts of wind accelerated.
Every time a car zoomed past me, I would get drenched for the puddles next to the street. I bet they’re laughing at me right now. Groaning, I continued stomping towards the school. Finally when I reached school, I was already late for first period. Sighing I stalked to my locker, avoiding all the bystanders. I couldn’t deal with them, especially when I was already chilled to the bone.
As I was getting my extra clothes from my locker, I felt someone staring at me. Turning around, my breath caught as I saw him standing there, eyes sparking with curiosity. My face heated up as we made eye contact. Not only was the hottest guy is school staring at me, but he was probably texting everyone else about the dork who couldn’t drive herself to school and had to walk.
At once, something warm wrapped around my shoulders. I spun around, only to slap my face into his chest. I looked up to the sparkling blue eyes, rough jaw line, and perfect nose, just staring at him made my heart stop.
“I just thought you would be cold.” He mumbled, his manly face as red as a tomato. I smiled and zipped the sweatshirt up. Warm enveloped me as he walked me to our next class.
Turns out when you’re having a horrible day, just think something will happen and sometimes it really does.
Worst day ever, not only did my baby sister find her way into my school bag and destroy all contents that were my homework. But also, my twin took our car before I could get ready for school, and it was raining. Luke is going to pay. Walking is the worse! With it pouring ice drop soaking through your shirt within seconds. At least I keep extra clothes in my locker. My hair clung to my face as the gusts of wind accelerated.
Every time a car zoomed past me, I would get drenched for the puddles next to the street. I bet they’re laughing at me right now. Groaning, I continued stomping towards the school. Finally when I reached school, I was already late for first period. Sighing I stalked to my locker, avoiding all the bystanders. I couldn’t deal with them, especially when I was already chilled to the bone.
As I was getting my extra clothes from my locker, I felt someone staring at me. Turning around, my breath caught as I saw him standing there, eyes sparking with curiosity. My face heated up as we made eye contact. Not only was the hottest guy is school staring at me, but he was probably texting everyone else about the dork who couldn’t drive herself to school and had to walk.
At once, something warm wrapped around my shoulders. I spun around, only to slap my face into his chest. I looked up to the sparkling blue eyes, rough jaw line, and perfect nose, just staring at him made my heart stop.
“I just thought you would be cold.” He mumbled, his manly face as red as a tomato. I smiled and zipped the sweatshirt up. Warm enveloped me as he walked me to our next class.
Turns out when you’re having a horrible day, just think something will happen and sometimes it really does.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Dead Men's Path. Pregnant woman's POV
*Author’s Note- This is a short story we were suppose to read called, “Dead Men’s Path.” The original point of view of this story is Michael Obi: an ignorant and egocentric man, who blocked a path of the supernatural. This new point of view is of the woman who died giving child birth in the middle of the story.*
I could see through my bedroom window as Obi, the new headmaster of the village school compound blocked the path that our ancestors and our unborn children travel. Fear coursed through my body as realization hit, I might not have my new born child after all. Sadness rained over me as walked out of the house to pray before he began the construction.
I walked through the path, resting my hands on my swallow stomach. I stopped once I reached my mother’s grave and knelt down folding my hands together. I whispered her favorite prayer then began talking to her. We had a find conversation about my soon to be baby and how my life will change in just two days! My mother can see the future now and it is kind of freaking me out because of her confidence. Her insanity must have stayed with her as she passed on.
Walking home, I notice they already had half the fence down, pain hit as I passed through it. How could this man truly be this ignorant about our beliefs? Walking home was very sad, many villagers weep into their husbands shoulder as the final part of the gate was stable, blocking our path to our deceits families.
I went to bed that night wondering what my child will be like and how they will be like my husband and myself. When I rolled over on my side, two strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me into a rock hard body. I giggled like a school girls and turned towards my handsome husband. I could still see his ocean blue eyes glistening down on me.
“You’re going to make a great mother.” He mumbled in my hair and drifted off to sleep.
I slept most the day, my neighbor woke me at three in the afternoon, wondering why I haven’t came over to visit.
“Can’t wait, can you?” she asked placing a cup of tea in my hands. I smiled and nodded. “I remember when Olgi was born. She was a heavy little girl, that’s for sure.”
“Well both my husband and I were pretty small when we were born.” I said smiling.
Suddenly a sharp pain struck into my stomach. I dropped my tea cup vaguely hearing it shatter. Shamari stood to her feet in seconds. “Oh your baby is coming! What a joy!” I tried to smile, but I knew deep down, something was wrong.
I was in labor for 15 hours, I was exhausted, and in horrible pain. My husband was by my side the whole time. This was my first child and I hadn’t a clue how us three would survive.
“You’re doing great Hun, keep going.” Amil announced.
I glared over at him, “You did this to me!” I growled.
He took it in silence until he saw the baby crowing. I pushed harder and finally I felt the pain disappear and my energy.
I sunk back onto the pillow, grateful the pain was gone. My eyes were closing as people rushed around the room. I heard only parts of the conversation. “What’s wrong with her…”
“…It’s a boy”
“He’s a still born…”
“Save my wife!”
It took all my efforts to turn my head towards my miserable looking husband as he held me hand. “You’re going to be okay!” he cried into my hand. I didn’t have the energy to speak, I stared at my broken husband.
“Omisi” I mumbled the name of my dead baby and shut my eyes for a final time, it was blissful; for the first time in my life, something that was supposed to happen.
I could see through my bedroom window as Obi, the new headmaster of the village school compound blocked the path that our ancestors and our unborn children travel. Fear coursed through my body as realization hit, I might not have my new born child after all. Sadness rained over me as walked out of the house to pray before he began the construction.
I walked through the path, resting my hands on my swallow stomach. I stopped once I reached my mother’s grave and knelt down folding my hands together. I whispered her favorite prayer then began talking to her. We had a find conversation about my soon to be baby and how my life will change in just two days! My mother can see the future now and it is kind of freaking me out because of her confidence. Her insanity must have stayed with her as she passed on.
Walking home, I notice they already had half the fence down, pain hit as I passed through it. How could this man truly be this ignorant about our beliefs? Walking home was very sad, many villagers weep into their husbands shoulder as the final part of the gate was stable, blocking our path to our deceits families.
I went to bed that night wondering what my child will be like and how they will be like my husband and myself. When I rolled over on my side, two strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me into a rock hard body. I giggled like a school girls and turned towards my handsome husband. I could still see his ocean blue eyes glistening down on me.
“You’re going to make a great mother.” He mumbled in my hair and drifted off to sleep.
I slept most the day, my neighbor woke me at three in the afternoon, wondering why I haven’t came over to visit.
“Can’t wait, can you?” she asked placing a cup of tea in my hands. I smiled and nodded. “I remember when Olgi was born. She was a heavy little girl, that’s for sure.”
“Well both my husband and I were pretty small when we were born.” I said smiling.
Suddenly a sharp pain struck into my stomach. I dropped my tea cup vaguely hearing it shatter. Shamari stood to her feet in seconds. “Oh your baby is coming! What a joy!” I tried to smile, but I knew deep down, something was wrong.
I was in labor for 15 hours, I was exhausted, and in horrible pain. My husband was by my side the whole time. This was my first child and I hadn’t a clue how us three would survive.
“You’re doing great Hun, keep going.” Amil announced.
I glared over at him, “You did this to me!” I growled.
He took it in silence until he saw the baby crowing. I pushed harder and finally I felt the pain disappear and my energy.
I sunk back onto the pillow, grateful the pain was gone. My eyes were closing as people rushed around the room. I heard only parts of the conversation. “What’s wrong with her…”
“…It’s a boy”
“He’s a still born…”
“Save my wife!”
It took all my efforts to turn my head towards my miserable looking husband as he held me hand. “You’re going to be okay!” he cried into my hand. I didn’t have the energy to speak, I stared at my broken husband.
“Omisi” I mumbled the name of my dead baby and shut my eyes for a final time, it was blissful; for the first time in my life, something that was supposed to happen.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Fear...
*Author Note- During breakfast at my aunt's house on Christmas day, an event terrified the whole family and left my baby cousin terrified. I want you read and discover the fear and pain my family felt as this event occurred.*
Fear coursed through my family's veins as we heard the strangled coughs of my two year old cousin. The family froze as the color of his face change from normal to beet red. The choking was a sickly piercing through butter. I stared from my spot at the breakfast table being blocked by my mother. My older cousin and my aunt crowded around the high chair as Camren's coughs began to turn into choking. Fear grew as his mom pulled a tiny chunk out of his throat. Just seeing that tiny piece of bacon, made my family and I so relieved. If Kristol wouldn't have pulled the bacon out, Camren wouldn't be with us today.
Fear coursed through my family's veins as we heard the strangled coughs of my two year old cousin. The family froze as the color of his face change from normal to beet red. The choking was a sickly piercing through butter. I stared from my spot at the breakfast table being blocked by my mother. My older cousin and my aunt crowded around the high chair as Camren's coughs began to turn into choking. Fear grew as his mom pulled a tiny chunk out of his throat. Just seeing that tiny piece of bacon, made my family and I so relieved. If Kristol wouldn't have pulled the bacon out, Camren wouldn't be with us today.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Cyber Bullies
*Author Note- I just finished watching the movie "Cyber Bulling//" and I wanted to write down some opinions of the bullies, the victims, and bystanders.*
Bully:
Feels powerful, but is truly weak and needs to hurt people they believe are lesser than themselves.
Are cowards for hiding behind a computer screen or phone to insult another person.
Ignorant for believing they would never get caught.
Victim:
Feels lost and depressed.
Doesn't know who to turn to.
Bystander:
Watches and doesn't stand up for the victim nor the bully.
Some bystanders become the bullies because they join in on the bully.
Terrified the bully will turn on them if they help or stand by the victim.
The Government is one of the most powerful and demanding bystander until they do something about it.
Other Facts:
Only 34 states have a law stating that it is against the law to harass minors online.
Nine out of ten students are bullied online.
Females are twice as likely to be bullied through the internet than males.
The death rate has increased in the states that don't have the protection of a law.
*Foot Note- People shouldn't bully others. The result of bullying in anyway is much more a cost than words being flung through the air or read online. Don't be pathetic and don't bully, you're only opening yourself up for a world of hurt.
Bully:
Feels powerful, but is truly weak and needs to hurt people they believe are lesser than themselves.
Are cowards for hiding behind a computer screen or phone to insult another person.
Ignorant for believing they would never get caught.
Victim:
Feels lost and depressed.
Doesn't know who to turn to.
Bystander:
Watches and doesn't stand up for the victim nor the bully.
Some bystanders become the bullies because they join in on the bully.
Terrified the bully will turn on them if they help or stand by the victim.
The Government is one of the most powerful and demanding bystander until they do something about it.
Other Facts:
Only 34 states have a law stating that it is against the law to harass minors online.
Nine out of ten students are bullied online.
Females are twice as likely to be bullied through the internet than males.
The death rate has increased in the states that don't have the protection of a law.
*Foot Note- People shouldn't bully others. The result of bullying in anyway is much more a cost than words being flung through the air or read online. Don't be pathetic and don't bully, you're only opening yourself up for a world of hurt.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Ouija Boards True or the Brain
Ghost and spirits have wandered the earth for millions of years. People lost their lives serving their country while other ruined it. The living sometimes just can't let go to the fact that their loved one was no longer with them. Paranormal experts have been trying to ways to connect and communicate with these now past lives. Through the years, people have hypnosis and self meditation as a way of communication. But after the years people wanted more and the in the early 1900's the first Ouija Board was created. The board was used to communicate with dead and those who haven't accepted their death and watches the living live. Stories of horror and fright began to spread as the boards began to become more popular as spirits and demons attacked and possessed their victims. Is this board really a helpful tool to connect with passed loved ones or really the key to the metal door that should have never been opened?
The Ouija Board or also known as "Wigi Board" was first created on May 18, 1890. Paranormal experts believed this would help those who are grieving over their loved ones or help with information on lost history. Not long after this board was introduced into the world, adults and children began to communicate with those who have passed on. Although the people believed they were talking with their relatives and loved ones, others were being tormented by demons and evil spirits. People would be touched and hit by invisible forces, objects moved, and temperature dropped to freezing levels. Shadows manifest themselves, causing fear to course through the veins of the innocent.
As spirits took the Ouija Board as a door. Not only did good spirits enter the door, but also would demons. One of the most dangerous and commonly known demons that makes themselves known, is Zozo. According to hundreds of stories and records, Zozo is a three headed dog demon that guards the gates of Hell. Also, he is apart of many African voodoo. Many stories and videos of Zozo appearing through Ouija Boards baffle paranormal experts. Many believe that all these cases are make believe or a form of a child's imagination. A gentleman named Darren Evans, had is own experience with Zozo, who supposedly attacked him and his one year old daughter. Zozo almost killed the infant by trying to drown her, according to Evans.
Although the mourning try to communicate with their now dead loved ones, they aren’t always speaking with them. Spirits can lie and so can the brain. During a session on an Ouija Board, your brain sends nerve waves into the hand, causing it to unconsciously move around the board, making the person believe they are truly have a intelligent conversation with a poltergeist. To discover if you're truly talking with a ghost or your brain is just enjoy it's self by screwing with you. Place a stack of light cardboard circles on top of the glass, ask your questions: if the cardboard pushes forward, your finger is pulling the glass. If the cardboard is backwards a unknown force is pushing to the letters in the board beginning a conversation.
Ouija Boards are one the most oldest yet still popular games. People believe they are talking to spirits and being haunted by them because of odd things happening that could be easily explained since the 1900's. Demons appearing are even more of a story, but Ouija Boards are doors and when doors are opened they reveal things that shouldn't shown to the world. When the Ouija Board opens the door, a nightmare is unrolled.
The Ouija Board or also known as "Wigi Board" was first created on May 18, 1890. Paranormal experts believed this would help those who are grieving over their loved ones or help with information on lost history. Not long after this board was introduced into the world, adults and children began to communicate with those who have passed on. Although the people believed they were talking with their relatives and loved ones, others were being tormented by demons and evil spirits. People would be touched and hit by invisible forces, objects moved, and temperature dropped to freezing levels. Shadows manifest themselves, causing fear to course through the veins of the innocent.
As spirits took the Ouija Board as a door. Not only did good spirits enter the door, but also would demons. One of the most dangerous and commonly known demons that makes themselves known, is Zozo. According to hundreds of stories and records, Zozo is a three headed dog demon that guards the gates of Hell. Also, he is apart of many African voodoo. Many stories and videos of Zozo appearing through Ouija Boards baffle paranormal experts. Many believe that all these cases are make believe or a form of a child's imagination. A gentleman named Darren Evans, had is own experience with Zozo, who supposedly attacked him and his one year old daughter. Zozo almost killed the infant by trying to drown her, according to Evans.
Although the mourning try to communicate with their now dead loved ones, they aren’t always speaking with them. Spirits can lie and so can the brain. During a session on an Ouija Board, your brain sends nerve waves into the hand, causing it to unconsciously move around the board, making the person believe they are truly have a intelligent conversation with a poltergeist. To discover if you're truly talking with a ghost or your brain is just enjoy it's self by screwing with you. Place a stack of light cardboard circles on top of the glass, ask your questions: if the cardboard pushes forward, your finger is pulling the glass. If the cardboard is backwards a unknown force is pushing to the letters in the board beginning a conversation.
Ouija Boards are one the most oldest yet still popular games. People believe they are talking to spirits and being haunted by them because of odd things happening that could be easily explained since the 1900's. Demons appearing are even more of a story, but Ouija Boards are doors and when doors are opened they reveal things that shouldn't shown to the world. When the Ouija Board opens the door, a nightmare is unrolled.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
SS Comparitive Essay
Her voice rang through the air, as her mother was dragged down the stairs. The pain and fear in her voice echoed through Patsy’s head. Her mother was indeed insane and believes she has the vision. Her mother used to be loving and cared for all the other children, but now after attempting to drown the baby, Patsy knew her mother was a danger to everyone in the large plantation. Similarly,Katniss, from the novel “Hunger Games” has had many family problems along with Patsy. They live the same life, but yet it’s different.
Katniss grew up with her mother, father, and younger sister. They were a loving family until the tragic day: Katniss’ family lost their father in a terrible accident. Katniss’ mother fell into a deep depression and Primrose, Katniss’ little sister was too young and innocent to take care of the family. Katniss had to step up and keep what she cared about the most from tearing apart. Patsy, from the novel “Or Give Me Death” just witnessed her mother dragged into the cellar, where she was suppose to live the rest of her life. With her mother’s absences, Patsy must become the lady of the house and teach the young children how they should live their lives, while their mother was trapped in a cellar and their father always absent.
Patsy needed to learn how to lead a large family at a young age, with the pressure of her mother kidnapping one the younger children, her father being useless as he was away on business, and the colored slaves trying to take advantage of Patsy, her world has crumbled down from above her.KAtniss' world also began to crumble as Primrose's name rang through the air, Katniss knew what she had to do. Nothing was going through her head, except keeping her baby sister safe as she marched her way onto the stage in front of her entire district. When Katniss turned to looked towards her mother and sister, she knew she needed to do the right thing, and that was she couldn’t die and live to come home and save them from the poverty they live in now.
The pressure for succeeding was high on both Katniss’ and Patsy’s priority list. Patsy needed to keep her home going even though her family was being torn apart from the colored slaves taking control and her nosy sister Anne sneaking down to the cellar to visit her mother. Her father was getting further and further away from their family and the younger children are beginning to ask questions. Katniss on the other hand, has survived the travel to the city, earned herself one of the highest scores in the Hunger Games and lasted her first week. Now that the competition has gotten thicker, more competitors are dying, and she has to keep not only herself, but Peeta alive as well. If Katniss can’t get the medicine that is critical for Peeta’s survival, he’ll die along with Katniss’ spirit.
Even though these two characters are from two different novels and two different concepts, they both share challenges through their live. Living with loss, pain, and loneliness Patsy and Katniss learned to coupe their different ways. Patsy: ordering around the slaves and taking control over her siblings. While Katniss fought her way through the Hunger Games with the dream of living with the love of her life. Both lived the same life, but yet it was so different.
Katniss grew up with her mother, father, and younger sister. They were a loving family until the tragic day: Katniss’ family lost their father in a terrible accident. Katniss’ mother fell into a deep depression and Primrose, Katniss’ little sister was too young and innocent to take care of the family. Katniss had to step up and keep what she cared about the most from tearing apart. Patsy, from the novel “Or Give Me Death” just witnessed her mother dragged into the cellar, where she was suppose to live the rest of her life. With her mother’s absences, Patsy must become the lady of the house and teach the young children how they should live their lives, while their mother was trapped in a cellar and their father always absent.
Patsy needed to learn how to lead a large family at a young age, with the pressure of her mother kidnapping one the younger children, her father being useless as he was away on business, and the colored slaves trying to take advantage of Patsy, her world has crumbled down from above her.KAtniss' world also began to crumble as Primrose's name rang through the air, Katniss knew what she had to do. Nothing was going through her head, except keeping her baby sister safe as she marched her way onto the stage in front of her entire district. When Katniss turned to looked towards her mother and sister, she knew she needed to do the right thing, and that was she couldn’t die and live to come home and save them from the poverty they live in now.
The pressure for succeeding was high on both Katniss’ and Patsy’s priority list. Patsy needed to keep her home going even though her family was being torn apart from the colored slaves taking control and her nosy sister Anne sneaking down to the cellar to visit her mother. Her father was getting further and further away from their family and the younger children are beginning to ask questions. Katniss on the other hand, has survived the travel to the city, earned herself one of the highest scores in the Hunger Games and lasted her first week. Now that the competition has gotten thicker, more competitors are dying, and she has to keep not only herself, but Peeta alive as well. If Katniss can’t get the medicine that is critical for Peeta’s survival, he’ll die along with Katniss’ spirit.
Even though these two characters are from two different novels and two different concepts, they both share challenges through their live. Living with loss, pain, and loneliness Patsy and Katniss learned to coupe their different ways. Patsy: ordering around the slaves and taking control over her siblings. While Katniss fought her way through the Hunger Games with the dream of living with the love of her life. Both lived the same life, but yet it was so different.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Social Studies Book- Problem/ Solve
In the novel "Or Give Me Death" by Ann Renaldi, young Patsy is forced to take care of her rather large family as her mother is losing her sanity and her father being away on business for weeks at a time. Patsy is only 16 years old and is already the head lady of the household, caring for her younger sibling with her fiancé and servants. But when her mother attempted to drown her newly born son, the family began to fall apart, Patsy lived with the fear that she will inherit her mother's bad blood, her father claims that marriage too early would cause Patsy to lose her own self as a result, her father moved her marriage to MyJohn back another year. With Patsy being extremely distraught and her mother beginning to predict the future, Patsy must make to choice of staying with her family or running off and marrying MyJohn with the knowledge of being killed for marriage runaways. What would you do if you knew your life would fall apart either choice you had?
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
POV Essay
Crash! The sound filled me ears. I should have known leaving them alone in their room wouldn’t end well. I sighed and walked up the stair slowly. As I ascended up the stairs, I heard my twin saying “You know when Jen sees this you guys are dead” then “Don’t do that!” Another thud.
Great I thought. I walked down the hall to the source of the noise. The door was open slightly as I approached. Reluctantly, I pushed the door open, revealing Luke on the floor with my two five year old brothers. They were twins and sadly they were identical. Except Jace had one small piece of hair that was white, otherwise they were the exact same.
Our family consists of two parents and seven kids. Luke is the oldest at 16 with me. Then there’s Jill who just turned 13, Tommy at the age of ten, the twins Jace and Jack who are five, and little Molly who was born a few months ago. We all shared our father’s ocean blue eyes and our mother’s raven black hair. Aside from that we all had different facial structures, besides the five years trouble makers.
“Jennie! Jennie! “ They chanted and ran over to me. I noticed that this wasn’t their room. I picked Jace up and looked down at Luke who looked like he just passed out. “Look what Luke did!” they pointed around the room to show the damage. The curtain was half way hanging off the window, the lamp shade was torn, and something wet was sprayed all over the floor and walls.
They bring the most trouble out of all the kids. Luke started to sit up looking around. “Devil spawn.” He grumbled, rubbing his head. I smirked and played along with the kids.
“Wow! Luke what did you do to your room!?” I faked shock. “You know it’s my turn to be in charge and you had to destroy your room. I made fresh cookies too…” I trailed off. Luke’s face was priceless, his mouth was resting on the floor.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Luke stammered.
“Yeah you made cookies and didn’t tell us.” Jack said sounding hurt. I knelt down in front of him.
I looked straight into his blue eyes, “come one Jackie, your brother and I will go get cookies while Luke cleans up his mess.” I grinned and picked him up as well.
“You have to be kidding me!” Luke screamed as I slammed his door.
When we reached the kitchen I sat Jack and Jace on the counter as I got glasses for milk out.
“Jennie?” Jack asked hesitantly. “Can we invite Blaze over?” he asked with more voice.
Blaze was their friend from kindergarten; he also had an older brother in my class. Who was hot. But he didn’t know I existed.
I turned from the fridge, with a gallon of milk in my hand. “Sure why not.” I shrugged my shoulder while pouring the two small glasses. As I was putting the milk away I heard the doorbell ring. Both Jack and Jace’s faces paled.
“Stay” I pointed to both of them and walked to the front door. I opened it, showing Parker and his little brother Blaze. What are they doing here? I just told the twins they could have him over, did they bug our house? “Um, hey.” I blushed, my cheeks probably as red as cherries.
“Hi, um. Laura? Isn’t it?” He asked looking at me.
Oh he’s so wonderful, but he doesn’t even know I exist. I thought. “No, it’s Jennie. What are you guys doing here?” I asked.
Parker looked down at his little brother. “Play date?” He asked again.
I turned to see the two boys tip toeing away from behind me, almost getting away. “Halt!” I commanded. “Did you guys invite your friend before you asked?” They looked terrified.
“Um… I…” Jack started.
“Yes” Jace finished. He was always the straight forward one.
I sighed. “Next time, please ask me before you invite, alright?” I asked nicely.
“Okay!” they cheered and a ran up the stairs with Blaze close behind. I smiled and turned back to the door. “Sorry about that, I should have called and double checked.” He said.
“No, it’s fine. Would you like to in and see what they to Luke’s room?” I laughed remembering the mess.
He shrugged, “sure why not.” He walked in and I closed the door behind him.
Great I thought. I walked down the hall to the source of the noise. The door was open slightly as I approached. Reluctantly, I pushed the door open, revealing Luke on the floor with my two five year old brothers. They were twins and sadly they were identical. Except Jace had one small piece of hair that was white, otherwise they were the exact same.
Our family consists of two parents and seven kids. Luke is the oldest at 16 with me. Then there’s Jill who just turned 13, Tommy at the age of ten, the twins Jace and Jack who are five, and little Molly who was born a few months ago. We all shared our father’s ocean blue eyes and our mother’s raven black hair. Aside from that we all had different facial structures, besides the five years trouble makers.
“Jennie! Jennie! “ They chanted and ran over to me. I noticed that this wasn’t their room. I picked Jace up and looked down at Luke who looked like he just passed out. “Look what Luke did!” they pointed around the room to show the damage. The curtain was half way hanging off the window, the lamp shade was torn, and something wet was sprayed all over the floor and walls.
They bring the most trouble out of all the kids. Luke started to sit up looking around. “Devil spawn.” He grumbled, rubbing his head. I smirked and played along with the kids.
“Wow! Luke what did you do to your room!?” I faked shock. “You know it’s my turn to be in charge and you had to destroy your room. I made fresh cookies too…” I trailed off. Luke’s face was priceless, his mouth was resting on the floor.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Luke stammered.
“Yeah you made cookies and didn’t tell us.” Jack said sounding hurt. I knelt down in front of him.
I looked straight into his blue eyes, “come one Jackie, your brother and I will go get cookies while Luke cleans up his mess.” I grinned and picked him up as well.
“You have to be kidding me!” Luke screamed as I slammed his door.
When we reached the kitchen I sat Jack and Jace on the counter as I got glasses for milk out.
“Jennie?” Jack asked hesitantly. “Can we invite Blaze over?” he asked with more voice.
Blaze was their friend from kindergarten; he also had an older brother in my class. Who was hot. But he didn’t know I existed.
I turned from the fridge, with a gallon of milk in my hand. “Sure why not.” I shrugged my shoulder while pouring the two small glasses. As I was putting the milk away I heard the doorbell ring. Both Jack and Jace’s faces paled.
“Stay” I pointed to both of them and walked to the front door. I opened it, showing Parker and his little brother Blaze. What are they doing here? I just told the twins they could have him over, did they bug our house? “Um, hey.” I blushed, my cheeks probably as red as cherries.
“Hi, um. Laura? Isn’t it?” He asked looking at me.
Oh he’s so wonderful, but he doesn’t even know I exist. I thought. “No, it’s Jennie. What are you guys doing here?” I asked.
Parker looked down at his little brother. “Play date?” He asked again.
I turned to see the two boys tip toeing away from behind me, almost getting away. “Halt!” I commanded. “Did you guys invite your friend before you asked?” They looked terrified.
“Um… I…” Jack started.
“Yes” Jace finished. He was always the straight forward one.
I sighed. “Next time, please ask me before you invite, alright?” I asked nicely.
“Okay!” they cheered and a ran up the stairs with Blaze close behind. I smiled and turned back to the door. “Sorry about that, I should have called and double checked.” He said.
“No, it’s fine. Would you like to in and see what they to Luke’s room?” I laughed remembering the mess.
He shrugged, “sure why not.” He walked in and I closed the door behind him.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Reasons on my wrists. Jordan's POV
*Author Note: This is Jordan’s point of view, from the novel “Reasons on my wrists.” This book’s original point of view is of a self harmer that is very depressed and wants to end her life. Jordan has had a crush on her for years but has never told her. This is a scene where, Cassy convinced Jordan she was going to successfully kill herself. *
I watched her walk away, her hair swaying from side to side. But, I couldn’t focus of her beauty, her final words echoed through my head as if I didn’t have a brain to corrupt the million words. “Maybe I will finally kill myself.” Her words stung like a million bees repeatedly stinging me. Ever since her father had died, she just couldn’t handle life. Now she was in the hospital every other day, getting her stomach pumped or deep cuts over her body. All were tensional. I know I love her, every day I don’t see her, I fear she actually succeeded. Feeling around I quickly dialed the phone to her mother. I always kept it on hand if anything like this ever happened. I spoke rapidly, once I shut the phone I felt the fear and pain disappear as I drove home to relax.
I watched her walk away, her hair swaying from side to side. But, I couldn’t focus of her beauty, her final words echoed through my head as if I didn’t have a brain to corrupt the million words. “Maybe I will finally kill myself.” Her words stung like a million bees repeatedly stinging me. Ever since her father had died, she just couldn’t handle life. Now she was in the hospital every other day, getting her stomach pumped or deep cuts over her body. All were tensional. I know I love her, every day I don’t see her, I fear she actually succeeded. Feeling around I quickly dialed the phone to her mother. I always kept it on hand if anything like this ever happened. I spoke rapidly, once I shut the phone I felt the fear and pain disappear as I drove home to relax.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Outsiders Essay
*Author's Note: This is an essay we were assigned. I want to be judged on how I betrayed the way how family should treat one another.*
Cuddling on the sofa wrapped in a fuzzy blanket with your brother and sister watching movies, while the family next door is all having a calm, peaceful dinner together. The house ten miles away all sobbing together around the door as they just received that one of their family members just lost their lives for this country. Being a family is defined as a basic social unit that contains two adults and their spawn. But, is a family truly just a house full of people related by blood, or is it more?
Although people believe that the dictionary has every answer in the world, being a family isn’t just adults and their spawn. The Cullen family is an example of creatures that live together and love each other, even though they aren’t related by blood. None of the family members are even close to being related by blood, but yet each youth treats the other with love and respect. Family members love one another with compassion although they aren’t truly related. Loving is a part of a circle that is called family.
Being a family isn’t the fact that you all live together in one house or even share genes of the adults. But it’s the love that is shared between one another. When a family loses a person they all loved greatly, they try even harder to stay together, unlike the people who put up with each other every day just to have a home to live in. Being a family is much more than blood, it’s the way you love and treat each other.
Cuddling on the sofa wrapped in a fuzzy blanket with your brother and sister watching movies, while the family next door is all having a calm, peaceful dinner together. The house ten miles away all sobbing together around the door as they just received that one of their family members just lost their lives for this country. Being a family is defined as a basic social unit that contains two adults and their spawn. But, is a family truly just a house full of people related by blood, or is it more?
Although people believe that the dictionary has every answer in the world, being a family isn’t just adults and their spawn. The Cullen family is an example of creatures that live together and love each other, even though they aren’t related by blood. None of the family members are even close to being related by blood, but yet each youth treats the other with love and respect. Family members love one another with compassion although they aren’t truly related. Loving is a part of a circle that is called family.
Being a family isn’t the fact that you all live together in one house or even share genes of the adults. But it’s the love that is shared between one another. When a family loses a person they all loved greatly, they try even harder to stay together, unlike the people who put up with each other every day just to have a home to live in. Being a family is much more than blood, it’s the way you love and treat each other.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Taking Chances
*Author Note- This is my attempt at a character analysis on Bella Swan from the best selling series "Twilight" by Stephenie Meyer. I want to know if I gave you enough information about Bella and her situation on trusting love.*
One moment he was there, the next Edward Cullen vanished. A blast of cold air slapped Bella Swan in the face as she stared in the now vacant space. Startled by the sudden disappearance, Bella spun around looking for the mystical man she had just encountered. Edward Cullen was a soulless monster, preying on the innocent animals that roam the woods. But he was also the love of her life, the way his eyes met Bella’s, his hair always perfect as he was. Isabella Swan had fallen hard for Edward Cullen, unfortunately Bella can’t love; has never believed in love that could ever last.
At the age of four, Isabella Swan learned that love could never last when her parents divorced one another, leaving Bella to live with her mother thousands of miles away from her father. Bella’s mother taught Bella that men don’t understand boundaries and lost respect for women such as herself. Farther more, no man has ever tried to love Bella’s mother the way she should have been loved. Unlike Sodapop Curtis from the novel “The Outsiders” he learned how to love by two loving parents. Watching them care for one another taught Soda that only true love really lasts.
Obviously Bella’s mother had a huge influence on Bella’s love life but also, I believe that she was scared to love and be loved. Bella knew the pain that her mother went through during and after the divorce, the fear of being rejected was high in Bella’s thought process as she stared into Edward’s golden eyes. She knew Edward was handsome and most likely could have any girl in the school falling down at his feet begging for his attention, he could easily hurt her and she knew this; that is why Bella was hesitant into loving Edward.
Even though Bella is a stubborn, beautiful young lady, hearing the faults of men from a young age Bella believed that it all was true. She didn’t want to get hurt like her mother did and live a miserable lonely life. But she should stand up and follow her instincts, that’s the way love is and being hurt is all about the chance you take. Just like riding your bike for the first time, you’re going to fall and scrape your knees, but you need to get back up and keep trying until you finally get it right. Love is your bike and you are the one holding on tight to the handle bars.
One moment he was there, the next Edward Cullen vanished. A blast of cold air slapped Bella Swan in the face as she stared in the now vacant space. Startled by the sudden disappearance, Bella spun around looking for the mystical man she had just encountered. Edward Cullen was a soulless monster, preying on the innocent animals that roam the woods. But he was also the love of her life, the way his eyes met Bella’s, his hair always perfect as he was. Isabella Swan had fallen hard for Edward Cullen, unfortunately Bella can’t love; has never believed in love that could ever last.
At the age of four, Isabella Swan learned that love could never last when her parents divorced one another, leaving Bella to live with her mother thousands of miles away from her father. Bella’s mother taught Bella that men don’t understand boundaries and lost respect for women such as herself. Farther more, no man has ever tried to love Bella’s mother the way she should have been loved. Unlike Sodapop Curtis from the novel “The Outsiders” he learned how to love by two loving parents. Watching them care for one another taught Soda that only true love really lasts.
Obviously Bella’s mother had a huge influence on Bella’s love life but also, I believe that she was scared to love and be loved. Bella knew the pain that her mother went through during and after the divorce, the fear of being rejected was high in Bella’s thought process as she stared into Edward’s golden eyes. She knew Edward was handsome and most likely could have any girl in the school falling down at his feet begging for his attention, he could easily hurt her and she knew this; that is why Bella was hesitant into loving Edward.
Even though Bella is a stubborn, beautiful young lady, hearing the faults of men from a young age Bella believed that it all was true. She didn’t want to get hurt like her mother did and live a miserable lonely life. But she should stand up and follow her instincts, that’s the way love is and being hurt is all about the chance you take. Just like riding your bike for the first time, you’re going to fall and scrape your knees, but you need to get back up and keep trying until you finally get it right. Love is your bike and you are the one holding on tight to the handle bars.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Does anything stay gold?
Does anything ever stay gold? The loss of innocence in a young person is very common. Just the loss is terrible, but isn’t it the parents jobs to preserve the innocence and youth in the child. Not having to grow up too early. But the parents are the truly, the reason for the loss of gold. Let the gold stay and live with the wealth.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Johnnycake
Every time a hand or fist is raised, young Johnny flinches away. The shy, timid boy that is always either being ignored by his abusive parents or under the whip. The pain he has felt was something no child should endure alone. After being jumped by a group of brutal Socs, Johnny has became more timid than any other Greaser in the hood. Until that dreadful morning in the park, the sky had the sliver glow from the moon, while each breath is visible. Ponyboy’s head was fully under the water, soon no bubbles will come back up and he will die. Ran through his mind. Nothing was going through after the last thought of saving his true friend. The blade was open and ready for the fight. Just pludging the blade into the personleft his speechless. He had lost himself. Only for a minute. Now w he was left to deal with the police, ready to throw him into the electric chair, to die a hard unless life.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Sodapop
*Athour Notes: This a character from the Novel "Outsiders" by S.E. Hinton. Sodapop is the older brother of PonyBoy and younger brother of Darry. He is always trying to calm the fights between the two, but frustration raises as everyday of having to take sides. I want people to understand why Sodapop is the way he is.*
Being the role model for your younger brother isn’t easy, watching our older blow his gasket at him is even harder. Darry is always yelling at our younger brother, Ponyboy about how he never uses his head. But obviously he does if he is receiving A’s and B’s and had jumped up another grade higher than he truly is. Looking at the three of us, we don’t look much alike. I have strange gray blue eyes that attract all the girl Socs and all, long blond hair that I grease back every morning before heading out to the auto shop to fix up all the cars. After Darry dropped out and our parents passed away, school got harder and harder. I couldn’t keep my grades up, except for my auto body class. Dropping out seemed like the best thing for me because, knowing my future before it happens gives me the power to do so. Being the peacemaker of the family is also hard. Darry is always sore and fatigued after both jobs. While the gang is getting into more trouble and Jonny boy is now Johnny boy was just beaten and left for death, which would have been a gift for his family life. My family life is the complete opposite of Johnny’s, he has two parents that are always biting the other’s head off or when the other leaves Johnny is left to be beaten. Poor boy. On my side, I have Darry and Ponyboy to love me, unlike Johnny. Soon, later on, when Pony is out of school, I plan on purposing to my beautiful girlfriend. I believe that we will love each other forever. But who knows how my life has already taken unknown turns that no one was ever prepared for, such as Darry actually laying a finger on his baby brother or Ponyboy running away with Johnny. If my future goes the way I plan it, I will have my beautiful girlfriend as my wife and many children running around with my stunning good looks.
Being the role model for your younger brother isn’t easy, watching our older blow his gasket at him is even harder. Darry is always yelling at our younger brother, Ponyboy about how he never uses his head. But obviously he does if he is receiving A’s and B’s and had jumped up another grade higher than he truly is. Looking at the three of us, we don’t look much alike. I have strange gray blue eyes that attract all the girl Socs and all, long blond hair that I grease back every morning before heading out to the auto shop to fix up all the cars. After Darry dropped out and our parents passed away, school got harder and harder. I couldn’t keep my grades up, except for my auto body class. Dropping out seemed like the best thing for me because, knowing my future before it happens gives me the power to do so. Being the peacemaker of the family is also hard. Darry is always sore and fatigued after both jobs. While the gang is getting into more trouble and Jonny boy is now Johnny boy was just beaten and left for death, which would have been a gift for his family life. My family life is the complete opposite of Johnny’s, he has two parents that are always biting the other’s head off or when the other leaves Johnny is left to be beaten. Poor boy. On my side, I have Darry and Ponyboy to love me, unlike Johnny. Soon, later on, when Pony is out of school, I plan on purposing to my beautiful girlfriend. I believe that we will love each other forever. But who knows how my life has already taken unknown turns that no one was ever prepared for, such as Darry actually laying a finger on his baby brother or Ponyboy running away with Johnny. If my future goes the way I plan it, I will have my beautiful girlfriend as my wife and many children running around with my stunning good looks.
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