Billy Collins Response Q&A's

What is Collins trying to say with this poem? How does he capture childhood and the process of growing up? What makes this poem effective? How does this fit into your own life experience?

Billy Collins poem Analyzing on Turning Ten captures childhood and the process of growing up by taking the stance of a ten year old that is explaining or talking to an adult about what it is like to age one to ten. It is clear that he as the author is talking to an adult or superior is found in the second paragraph “You tell me it is too early to be looking back, but that is because you have forgotten, the perfect simplicity of being one, and the beautiful complexity introduced by two.”

                Collins also talks about the things that have changed over time. For example in the third paragraph when he says “Back then it never fell so solemnly, against the side of my tree house and my bicycle never leaned against the garage, as it does today”. Here he is talking about how now that he is older he never rides his bike or plays in his tree house.

                When I read, “It is time to say good-bye to my imaginary friends, time to turn the first big number”. I remembered when I was about to turn ten years old. I clearly remember thinking it was a huge deal because it was double digits and how that would make me a big kid. I remember thinking that now that I was a “big kid” it was time to act like one and I could no longer do things that little kids did or say just as Collins thought. “…and my bicycle never leaned against the garage, as it does today”. I can easily relate to this pome, I know when I think back to when I was going to be a 6^th grader, thinking how we were so cool because we were going to be the oldest kids in the school. Or the time when I got my first cellphone I thought I was more than old enough to get one but even now looking back I think I was so young then. I think it is almost ironic that throughout our lives everyone is so focused on being “old enough or too old” for X, Y and Z that most people never appreciate or enjoy their youth while they have it and then once people are in there later years they resent their wrinkles.

Why The World Is Flat

Why The World is Flat

By: Katie Allison

The government has brain washed everyone in to believing that the world is round, when in fact it is flat. When one looks at all the evidence, it becomes impossible to deny that there is no possible way the world could be round. For example if the world was round no matter where you were going you would have to go either uphill or downhill. If this was the case then everyone would have very toned calf and quads and be in much better shape. Also if the world was round then it would be impossible to build sturdy buildings because levels wouldn’t work so everything would be lopsided. This would cause buildings to collapse and bridges to crumble everywhere. Another piece of evidence that helps support the idea that the world is flat is that it would make it impossible to play baseball, golf or croaky or any other sport that would require you to hit a ball because it would just continue to roll and go all the way to the bottom of the world and then fall into outer space. This brings me to my next point, if the world was round then everyone that lived on the “bottom” or the equator would to fall into outer space, unless they have stick feet and hands like Spiderman. If the world was round then how do we have oceans? The world has to be flat or otherwise all water would flood he “bottom” half of the world and then there wouldn’t be any seas or lakes or streams. If there went any bodies of water then this would mean that would have any sea creatures like fish. If our world lacked water then this would also mean that we wouldn’t be alive because nothing can survive without water.

In my opinion all of evidence makes it overwhelmingly obvious that the world must be flat. After reviewing all the facts it makes it near impossible to not question the government and wonder why they would want us to believe that the world is round. It also makes me wonder what other things have we been lied to about and brain washed to believe.

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Watchmen- he thought the movie was too long and seemed to never end. He also believed there were too many charters which made it hard to pick who was the main character. It also made it very hard to follow and keep up with the story line. Based on his brutal review I don’t think I would see it myself.

Scary Harry- this review talked about the Harry Pottery series. The reviewer thought the first one dragged on way too long and thought it was mostly just interdictions. He also talked about how Harry was a brand new character in the second movie, noting his voice change and height growth. His main focused of the review was the fact that the second movie was much scarier. He highly discouraged parents taking children that were below the age of seven.

Back to the Prom – This is basically about how all the baby bloomers parents didn’t go to prom and how there kids are all at the point in there live were they are experiencing that all American ritual called prom. It focuses in on some of the schools on the east cost where still today they do not have a prom. And about how they changed it so now they do.

Defining Evil

Evil: Acting in sheer spite, without regard to ones own feelings or concern.

Defining Denial

Denial: Making your self belivie it is impossible before finding out or
             allowing yourself to find out frist hand.

Defining Beauty

Beauty: There isnt just one single cookie cutter cut out look, and anyone can be beautiful.

What is a Yankee Q&A

Questions to answer:

Are there any fresh ideas enlisted in this definition?

How would you have defined this idea? Are there ideas

similar to it that you could choose to define? Not really I think I pretty much covered them all.. when I started reading I first thought of the baseball team and the term for northerners

There are allusions here: (1) to the musical Damn Yankees!, (2) to the

Bible (the parable of the Good Samaritan), and (3) to a poem

by Robert Frost. Do these allusions add anything to the essay or to

your understanding of things? What if you didn't "get" the allusions? I didn’t really get the illusions.. The only thing I recognized what the author Robert Frost.

What techniques of development does the essay use in the process of definition? Do you think the writer dwelt too long on what a Yankee is not before moving on to what a Yankee is? I felt like I was waiting for the answer to the question too long I think it should have spent more time on what a Yankee is vs. what it isn’t.

Can you point to one sentence that functions as thesis

statement in this essay? – “What is a Yankee?”

Imagry

Clear View Clear Mind

“They’re so mean to me. Just  because I’m a girl and younger does not mean I can’t do everything they can! My brother is so dumb and mean; I’m a big kid too! I’m going to be a first grader next week!”, I mutter to myself as I hopelessly gaze out the window.  Ever so slightly I loosened my death grip I held with my eyes on the world outside my window. I carefully admired the oak trim framed by the perfectly hung wall paper, with evenly spaced pink ribbons tied delicately into a bow, without a single air bubble ripple. A small amount of attention then shifted to my hands.  Now the host of my anger, they grasped to the satin comforter as if fearful that I may pour over the edge of the queen size bed and tumble to the floor. Looking back up at the window across from me I forget my fear and free the white satin from my grip, sliding my body off the bed. My feet find the soft carpet below as I stand up. I take a long stride to the window place my hands in the middle of the window unlock, it and push up on the smooth wooden frame. I freed the thin wire screen from the window allowing August’s  warm breezy  night to pour into my room. I then bent over and carefully set it on the off white carpet just to the left below the window. Folding my arms, resting them on the windowpane, I lean ever so slightly  out the window breathing in  the breeze. I admired the way the roofing tiles seem to sparkle back at the  crescent moon and the sea of tiny gleaming stars far off in the distance.  Peering  through my window, even as beautiful this view was, I couldn’t help but feel the sloped walls  on either side of my window stare  at me from the outside. They had a way of turning my window into a tunnel as if to  keep me locked inside with everything that had been  bothering me. “I hate the how they block my peripheral view,”  I thought to myself. I resented it and so I did as I had done many times in the past.  I took a deep breath and locked my hands on the windowpane. As I  lift myself up, and out my window, my feet parted from the carpet. And once again met the rough shingles that covered the roof like a blanket. Boldly standing up and taking a few steps out on the roof, past the daunting sloped walls. I stand there for some  unmeasured amount of time letting my hair dance in the wind. I love the way that the unpredictable gusts of wind could blow all  my problems away, one gust at a time. I took a deep breath of the cool crisp summer breeze and  sitting down ever so carefully, I found myself eagerly rubbing the goose  bumps that always arose  as soon as my body met the cool damp roofing titles. However the goose bumps never fazed me too long because  the scenic view quickly won over all of my attention. It was always far more relaxing and impressive than any amount of goose bumps would ever be. I stared out into the trees that lined the boundaries of our backyard I couldn’t help but think about all the animals that  were hiding in beneath the dens pine trees making the leaves crunch and the twigs snap. I loved to just sit there and admire the shades of navy blue and gray that blended together in the sky highlighted by millions of glowing little stars. It wasn’t until it became nearly impossible for me to keep my eyes open that I would make my way back inside, replace the black wire screen, close my window, and crawl back into my bed. Under my satin sheets with my frustrations lost in the summer breeze and my mind at ease I quickly fell asleep.

Satire

Why Snooki is going to be a great parent

By: Katie Allison

Nicole Polizzi, a reality star from MTVs hit show Jersey Shore, is making headlines. After years of trying to conceive a baby on the Jersey Shore the wait is finally over. Snooki who is 4' 9"(6’ 1” with her heels) and longtime husband Jionni LaValle found out they were expecting while spending a quiet and low key New Year's Eve in Las Vegas.  The happy couple set off right away to tell their parents who were elated to hear the news although not surprised as it was expected for some time. The 24 year old Snooki and her husband are a match made in heaven. They met at their grandparent’s nursing home while serving tea during the annual checkers tournament.

The power couple hasn’t let anytime go to waste as they are already planning a very cultured, educated and well-rounded life for the new incoming little meatball or gorilla baby. The “J-Shore” couple has decided immediately after the baby is born they will pamper and get the baby show stoppn ready. This means hair spray/ hair gel, a manicure, fist pumping lessons, and the all mighty tanning beds and spray tans. The baby will make its first public appearance at the hottest club in town, Club Krama. (as any celeb baby should.) Here the first time parents can teach their little baby gorilla/meatball the proper way to dance and socialize. In addition, other important lessons that the Snooki and Jionni hope the baby will get out of this experience is how to make new friends that will want to come over and play and how to dress like a respectable lady or gentlemen before leaving the house. They also really hope the baby will learn the difference between a dime and a grenade!  

                Snooki and her husband told their families of their plans to travel coast to coast once the baby is 13. They decided the best way to enrich their child’s knowledge is to give it an experience where it can see first hand how people from different coasts ect.  The soon to be parents are ecstatic to use that opportunity to teach their first born that not everyone is the same, but there is no reason to treat someone different based on where they are from. The hope is that their child will see that it’s a great thing and that everyone can bring something different to the table. Snooki added “After all you can’t have a real ragger with only beer. Variety is the spice of life, and you never know what new dance move or drinking game you’ll learn from the new kid at the party!”

                Mother Snooki raves that she can tell from the baby’s kick that he is going to have a “cute nose and blue eyes.” She says that because she “still has an inny belly button that she know the baby will have a “j-tastic” way with words.”  She hopes the baby will follow in her foot steps and become a “New York Best Sellers List” kind of author. The parents hope that all the experiences and opportunities they expose their child to will give him plenty of material to write about in his books. Snooki said in an interview with the New York Times.  “One thing is for sure this baby is blessed to have such a extremely smart and intuitive gene pool, so really everything should work out for it”. 

                All in all there is no denying that Snooki and loving husband Jionni will be fabulous parents to their first child. Any child would be lucky to grow up in such a secure, and mellow, and humbling environment.

Final personal Naritive

Taking it all in Strives

By: Katie Allison

Sitting on the crinkly, cold patient seat in the waiting of the doctor’s office, staring into space with a thousand “what ifs” running through my head.  “What if this is going the end of my swim season?” “What if my coach gets super mad?” “What if I can’t keep up in school because of this?” Then just as I had begun to feel my stomach sink between my feet the doctor walked in and blurted out “Yup, its positive, its Mono”. Right then and there, all I can remember is a buzzing sound in my ear that took the place of the doctor’s and my mother’s words.  The next thing I remember is pulling out of the parking lot, sitting in the front seat of the car, staring in the review mirror, holding back the tears. My mother went on about how I might not be able to go to school for weeks and how I wasn’t going be able to go to swim practice, or might not even be able to hang out with friends. This was crushing news; I hate just sitting around and love to always be on the go. “Why me?” I thought to myself.

            This swim season was pictorially interesting for me. Now that I was in 8^th grade this would be my last year before high school swimming,  my coaches were counting on me to be a leader among my team mates now that I was the oldest on the team and have been on the team the longest. This was quite exciting for me. I liked that my teammates and coaches viewed me as a leader but at the same time, I was beginning to feel burnt out on swimming. I had been on the team, swimming year round sense first grade.  I wasn’t even sure anymore if I even wanted to be on the team. To make things worse, all my closest friends had entered high school while I was still in middle school. I never got to see them at practice anymore.  On top of all this stress, I was burnout and now I had to add Mono to the equation.

            I was determined not to fall to behind in school, I made it my goal to miss as little school as possible. I ended up only missing a four days of school. After all that time on bed rest, I was more than ready to get back to school that following Monday. I was ready to hit-the-books and get caught up. This high positive attitude followed me through the day and even followed me to the pool that evening. I went to talk to my coach at the pool and tell him that I had Mono, and that I wasn’t going to be able to practice for two weeks. Deep inside I don’t think I could have been so happy. I got to take two weeks off of swimming; shoot I was jumping up and down inside! “For once I get to take a break, sit on the couch and watch TV like a normal kid” I could help but think to myself the entire time I was talking with him. That tingly sensation of relief that I would finally get a break from swimming would soon fade.

            During my time off from swimming I was able to catch up with my friends that were in high school. They beamed with joy when telling me all about how swimming was so much better in high school. They explained how they had met so many people and how they were beginning to have so much success on the team already.  I was very happy for them but at the same time my eyes quickly turned to a deep burning shade of green. I had just had a static and rough season the past two years. It simply was getting hard to enjoy swimming because it felt like I wasn’t getting the results I wanted or payoff for the all work I was putting in at practice. And now I was lucky enough to pile Mono on to my shit list.

Once I was back practicing six nights a week, my frustrations with swimming had begun to grow, with my growing frustration came resentment towards the sport. Especially now what I had experienced what it is like to have free time. I missed it and being able to just relax. I started to wonder why I didn’t just quit swimming, and why I had even chosen to swim year round for the past 8 years.  This unanswered question really bothered me. But I continued to go to practice each day. During those laps that never seemed to end I would think about that question, and what its answer could possibly be.

Ten days back into training with little effort, I started to think about next week’s meet as I was practicing the god awful mile. I found myself still pondering that taunting, unanswered question that seemed to just sit in the back of my head. I starting think about my very first time winning a race, or the first time I qualified for states and all the fun times I had hanging out and cheering for my teammates. The happy memories that were coming back to me seemed to strip me of all the anger, and resentment I was feeling. Right there in the middle of that mile swim I found the answer to my question.

Now feeling cleansed, and a sense of relief, I could I clearly remember all the times when I had so much success and even finished top in the State in my age groups during the past seasons. Clearly remembering  that feeling of being so proud of what I accomplished and how happy my parents were it see me reaching my goals. It was then that I made a small decision that would have a huge impact on my attitude and self. I decided that if I wanted to be happy in the pool again, then I had to step it up, inside and outside of the pool. I started getting to practice earlier, training twice has hard, and watching what I was eating. I soon started to see more improvement and I finally could see the light at the end of tunnel.

As I hoisted myself out of the pool after a Saturday morning workout I could hear someone calling my name, “Katie! Come here real quick.” As I walk towards that voice a feeling of shock over took me as I realized it was the Worthington High School coach Jim Callahan that was calling me over. Placing a friendly hand on the back of my shoulder he said “Hey Katie!” “I'm so glad to see that you’re back in the water training again! I’m sorry to hear that you got mono.”  “ Thanks Jim!” “Yeah, it just feels great to be able to workout again. Now I just have to focus on playing catch up so I can get back on track and so I can be a real competitor at the State meet in a few months.” Without hesitation, he responded “Well I'm really glad to hear that you’re really going at it. We can’t wait to have a work ethic like that on the team next year and get you on those relays.” “I can’t wait for next year its going to be so much fun!” I said with a smile. “Well you know you’re more than welcome to come and swim with us at 5:30am for morning workout before school if you would like to get a few extra workouts in.” Replying with compete sincerity. “Then I guess I will see you Monday morning at 5:30am then coach!”

For the next 8 weeks I attended every morning practice Monday through Friday and every evening practice with my own team. I don’t think I had ever worked so hard in my life. Not only was I practicing 20 hours a week but I was only drinking water and kept my self on a strict, healthy meal plan for those 8 weeks. That year despite all the battles I had to face, I still faced them head on.

 I ended up having one of the best meet of my life that year at States and I owe it to those battles I had to overcome. They helped me learn a lesson that could not be found in a book or taught in a classroom. It has become the core of my work ethic, “You never know how far you can go until you have gone farther than you ever have before. “

Why I Want a Wife- Judy Brady - Response questions

1. Does this essay have an explicitly stated thesis? If so, what is it? If you believe the thesis is implied, paraphrase it in your own words. Not one bit. a marrige is a partnership, to have some one to yes help you with all of thise demans but should not be responseable for all those things everyday all day. you wife/ husband is there for you and you need to be there for them as well. I think the auther isnt looking for a wife there looking for about 12 buttlers and 8 personal asistances and a nanny.

2. Throughout the essay, Brady repeats the words “I want a wife.” What is the effect of this repetition? 

simply just reminds that brady's demands are crazy to ask of one person and is basicly restateing "this is why im signle" over and over. I think he Repeats "Iwant a Wife" so many times to make wife come across as an object instead of a person. that way it sound like he is talking about something that you can pick up at Wall Mart or Kroger. 

3. Do you think Brady really wants the kind of wife she describes—does this ideal spouse

actually exist? Explain why you think Brady wrote this essay. I dont think he accually want a "wife" that would do all those things. I think that he is makeing fun of all the people that expect there wifes to stay at home and do everything for the man of the house hold. so that way his soul job can be to bring home the pay check.

4. How does Brady define what it means to be a “wife”? How does she organize the many services a wife provides her husband and family? What do you think of Brady’s characterization of a wife and her responsibilities? How do you think she wants her readers to respond to this characterization? Why?

I think that she wants people to be more aware of all the different things that wifes do for there husbands and to be more aware of how rediclus the expections are for wifes.

5. Write a letter to Brady responding to “I Want a Wife.” Let her know what you admire or don’t admire about the essay and the extent to which you consider it effective and/or persuasive.
Dear Brady,
I found this paper funny because it made me think of all the different things that my mom does for us at home while still mataining a career of her own. It also made me giggle because i have heared my mom say that she felt like she need a wife of her own just to get everything on her To-Do List done. 

A Modest Proposal by Jonathan Swift Response questions

1. “A Modest Proposal” is an ironic essay: the author deliberately writes what he does not mean.  What is the real thesis?  Is there more than one?He doesn’t really mean that people should eat babies he is just making fun of the horrible living conditions and basically saying, “wow there really is no future for anyone so there is no point in bring anyone eltes into this world if they have to live the way things currently are.     

3. When does the reader begin to realize that the essay is ironic?  Before or after the actual proposal is made in paragraph 10?   I think its pretty oblivious that he is just kidding like right way because who could honestly be serious about eating babies.

4. Which groups of people are singled out as special targets for Swifts’ attack?  Are the Irish presented completely as victims, or are they also to blame? I think that the most of the blame is to the government, but I also think that he points some of the blame to the people for not really trying to do anything to seek change.

 5. Does the essay merely function as a satirical attack?  Does Swift ever present any serious proposals for improving conditions?  If so, where? I don’t think that he really means any of his suggestions, however I don’t think that he strongly believes that a change need to be made in order to improve living conditions.

8. If you were, conversely, given the job of marketing babies, do you think it could be done, and how? We have a tradition, in English, of keeping the French names for the meats of animals eaten primarily by the rich. Would the first step be calling baby meat something French? Would it be by processing the baby to the point of non-recognition? I think it would have to be called something besides baby meat. I don’t think baby meat sounds so appealing to anyone so that would defiantly have to change. After that it would have to be possessed in such a way that it would no longer be recognizable to the general public. That way people wouldn’t be able to attach any human emotions to the meat.

Michael Jackson and the Three Plastic Surgeons

Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Michael J.  He went for a walk in the forest.  Pretty soon, He came upon a house.  He knocked and, when no one answered, He walked right in.

At the table in the kitchen, there were three plastic surgeons. Michael didn’t like his nose.  He took the first surgeons nose implants to give him a new nose.

"This nose is too round!" He exclaimed.

So, he used the second surgeon’s implants.

"This nose is too long," he said

So, he took the third surgeons implants.

"Ahhh, this nose is just right," he said happily and put on a face mask.

After he had used the three Surgeons' implants Michael decided he was feeling a little dark.  So, he walked into cleaning store where she saw three kinds of bleach.  Michael smelled the first Bleach.  

"This Clorox Bleach is too stinky!"  He exclaimed.

So he touched the Chlorine Bleach.

"This Bleach isn’t strong enough!"  He whined.

So he took the last and strongest bleach.

"Ahhh, this Mr. Clean Bleach is just right," he sighed.  But just as he when back to the surgeon office and poured the last of the bottle into the tub and let the bleach soak in, he realized something was wrong!

Michael was very anxious and wasn’t sleepy by this time, so he went upstairs to the bedroom, lay down in a bed. He pulled out a weekly pill sorter and then took the medication. But Michael still felt anxious and still wasn’t sleepy so he sat in the second bed, and took the pill sorter and took those meds but still wasn’t right. Then he lay down in the third bed and took those medications and it was just right.  Michael fell into a deep deep sleep.

As he was sleeping, the three plastic surgeons went to the office.

"Someone used my nose implants," growled the first surgeon.

"Someone used my nose implants," said the second surgeon.

"Attest you got your implants back!" cried the third surgeon.

"Someone left a bottle of Clorox Bleach in the sanitation room," growled the first surgeon.

"Someone left a bottle of Chlorine Bleach too," said the second surgeon.

"Someone used all my Mr. Clean Bleach," cried the third surgeon.

They decided to look around some more and when they got upstairs to the bedroom, the first surgeon growled, "Someone been in my bed,"

"Someone's been sleeping in my bed, too" said the second surgeon.

"Attest there not still sleeping in your bed!!" exclaimed the youngest surgeon.

Just then, Michael woke up and saw the three surgeons.  He screamed, "Help I’m getting low on medication!"  And he jumped up grabbed the blanket off the bed and ran to the baloney and dangled it over the railing.  “Not the blanket anything but my blanket” cried the youngest surgeon.  “Annnyyything?” Michael questioned with a grin.

THE END

This I Belive

This I Believe

By Katie Allison

Honesty has always been a big part of my life. I’ve always believed that if you think you deserve the truth it is only fair to be honest with everyone you talk to. There have been times when people have been dishonest with me and it nearly caused me to lose faith in humanity. For a period of my life, I assumed that everyone was just out for their own and that there was no point in showing common courtesy to someone if they weren’t going to pay it forward. This way of thinking caused me to lose trust in friends and even my family. This was until I met my friend Jared. He showed me that there is hope and there are still good people in this world.

            I met Jared the summer of 2009. Jared was very different from the people I typically talk to. He wasn’t necessarily the most well known kid, and I could see when I spoke to him people around gave confused looks. One friend in particular asked me why I would even associate myself with him. He had a friendly attitude and was very polite. Jared told me stories of when he was bullied by kids at school for not playing sports and being anti-social. He always laughed it off and said “if that’s the kind of people they want to be then that’s their decision.  I wasn’t used to seeing that kind of attitude in a person; high school students are typically more interested in drama and their well being rather than being polite and respectful.

            During the school year, Jared came up to me after class and was telling me about his weekend. He told me that he had lent his iPod to someone who he recently met. I laughed and told him he would probably never see his iPod again. Jared told me that he wasn’t entirely sure if he would get it back, but remained positive. He was convinced that if it was stolen that karma would have plans for him. In a way, I admired his ability to trust someone so easily, despite the possibility of having his iPod stolen only a few months after getting it. Unfortunately, his iPod was stolen. I expected him to show some kind of anger towards the kid who stole it from him. Instead, he made light of the situation and said “I hope he enjoys it”.

            As time went on, he told me stories of times in his life when people abused his honesty and kindness. I was amazed that after all he went through he was still able to trust people and even forgive them. A few weeks went by without hearing anything about his iPod or the kid who stole it. One day, I get a text from an unfamiliar number. It was Jared using a texting app from his iPod. The kid apparently felt bad about taking it and went out of his way to apologize and return the iPod, and even offered to get him a gift card. Jared laughed and said “sometimes bad things happen to good people, but it always works out”. He believes that his optimistic attitude and honesty creates more optimistic and honest people. Jared compared it to littering, saying “people think when they throw trash on the side of the road that it won’t matter because it’s just one person. Then you look at the road a few weeks later and see it covered in trash, it all adds up. If I treat people with respect and honesty every day of my life, even if it is just me, then hopefully people around me will begin to act the same way”. I couldn’t disagree with that.

            Jared moved away in 2011. We still talk every once in a while, and he says that life is good. I am happy to know that there are still good people in the world and try to apply the lessons he taught me to my everyday life. Jared made a significant impact on me, making me not only a more positive person, but more open to others despite their social background. If someone as anti-social and quiet as Jared can continue to be an honest and positive person even after dealing with dishonest and rude people, then there is no excuse for me to immediately make judgments about someone because of how they live their life. Sometimes the people we as a society ignore because of how they present themselves turn out to be some of the most influential people you could ever meet. Because of Jared, I believe in honesty, optimism, and hope for a better world.

James Thurber Story responses

Fable - The Little Girl and the Wolf by James Thurber

I really liked the first fable because it was unexpected and funny. It also had a more modern/ older age appeal.

Moral - It is not so easy to fool little girls nowadays as it used to be.

Fable - The Birds and the Foxes by James Thurber

I liked this story as well. I thought it was funny because it was kind of just making fun of the government.

Moral - Government of the orioles, by the foxes, and for the foxes, must perish from the earth.

Fairytales and Fables Summaries

1) summary - Man Cuts down tree, and he takes avatage of all the trees.
 Moral- In yielding the rights of others, we may endanger our own.

2)  Summary- The Donkey wished he was the Horse because it thought
the horse was better.
Moral- Better humble security than gilded danger.

3) Summary- Man goes fishing and cetches alot of fish.
Moral- When you are in a man's power you must do as he bids you.

4) Summary-  Man asked the Camel a dumb question.
Moral- Do not ask obvious questions.

5) Summary- Bunch of animals come to fight.
Moral- "He that is neither one thing nor the other has no friends."

6) Summary- A Blue Jay trys to be a colorful peacock.
Moral-It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds.

7) Summary- Dogs try to drink up a river, but brust before they
get to the food.
Moral- Attempt not impossibilities.

8) Summary- A chicken finds a jewel.
Moral- Be content with your life.

9) Summary- A dog thinks he is famous but really is far from it.
Moral- Those who achieve notoriety often mistake it for fame.

10) Summary- Boys killed frogs for the sport of it.
Moral- What we do in sport often makes great trouble for others.

New Take on A Fairy Tale

1)      The loin got trapped and the mouse helped him get out of the net. But secretly that mouse trapped the loin so the loin would become indebted to the mouse.

2)      I love how my dress looks in the reflection in the water. I love the way the ripples seem to make it dance, I bet this loin fur would make a really warm jacket or carpet.

3)      If my tail was bigger it would be soo much easier to get this guy back to shore. I wonder what color his eyes are…

4)      That’s one weird light post… mmm that’s weird tile change it goes from brick to…. Linoleum?

5)      Mmm weird how cold it is when u only have your cape because you lost your real jacket… I totally look like that girl from True Blood.

6)      What the heck how come they don’t have any cookies at this table?! Every good tea party has cookies… I wonder if my furry ears would look fat in that hat.

7)       I really shouldn’t have stuck my finger in that light socket.  I hope that guys doesn’t fall off his platform and land in my mouth.

8)      I really need to find a mattress that doesn’t give me such bad bed-head. I cant take it anymore!  Iv gone through nine mattresses already!!!

9)      Why dose this blue jay always land on my hand?? I just want to get an owl or a hawk for once!  

Snow White-

Is it my pitch?

Is it my tone?

Must I sing in a lower register?

Nor could cant sort through all the possibilities!

I can’t begin to Tatum what more I could do!

I sing and I sing

My voice attracts animals of every kind from moose to mouse

No matter what I do it is always the blue-jay that lands on my hand

I don’t want another bird!

What I desired is a man...

What I need is a man- Happy, Sleepy,  Grumpy,  Sneezy

Maybe even a Doc or a little Doppy  and Bashful

Perhaps even seven is what I need

How lonely I am.

Sonnnnet

To be lonely on this day, a hateful crime

It is a special day that all should share

Especially if you look like a dime

And your heart is pure so I can’t help but care

May I take your hand, keep with mine in lace

Glaze in eyes deep with brown, heavy with sparkle

Light on life weight on laughter all my base

Keep me breathing like my trusty Snorkel

Wouldn’t it be perfect if you would Stay

Flowers candy, all things that I don’t need

And Id love to make you mine if I may

Id do all I can, even let you lead

Close your eyes, away we will dance

Just you and me if you give it a chance

Class words - to story

As I walked down stairs in the middle of the night with a scratch for some hot chocolate, all was dark. I could barely see any thing as a result smash my tibia on a iron chair in the kitchen. The pain so intense I install went from feeling fearless and brawny to puny and juvenile as I sung out a ballet of colorful words that even those on the show jail would have to look up. I felt so foolish and not even thinking to use the luminance on the hot chocolate contraption to guide my way like a beaken.  Once I pulled myself together I decided to try and play it off like a faceless assassin and not tell a soul of my infortune luck, took a deep breath and felt my way to the cabinet got out a mug and hot chocolate mix. Placed it in the contraption and set it for 2mins. When the buzzard sounded I use a hot mitt to grab the mug and sipped down the hot chocolatey foam.

Action Words

Wink-

Yoga pants on and yoga mat in tow she walked through the glass doors of the weight room, wind blowing her deep red  hair back past her face, she looked over her shoulder casually  at the football team that clearly had been there for nearly an hour working hard. As she looked forward again she unexpectedly locked eyes with her crush a moment past, she smiled as he winked back.

Pat on the back-

Out of breath, I walked away from the finish line. Head hanging low, eyes concentrated on the ground maybe there I’d find my pride because it sure wasn’t on the scoreboard with my time.  Trying to avoid my team meets and there attempts to cheer me up with a “nice race” although a nice jester it always seemed to made things feel worse, longing for my Beats to block it all out I Continued what felt like a walk of shame as a pasted my coach disappointment clear to see on his, he gave me a lite pat on the back as if to say “you’ll gett’em next time kid” in a moment where no words were needed.  

Class Group Story

Purple, green, yellow and orange gummy bears were falling down from the sky like hail in a viscous hail storm. I found my self dodging left then right then left again, I was jumping through the air and bending in every direction just to avoid getting hit! This was by far one the scariest days of my little mouse life. Finally I found refuge in an old sneaker forever lost in the lost-n-found.  After I allowed my heart to come down I poked my little furry head out the toe to see a squishy sandwich.

                As my heart jumped exuberantly as if I had found gold, I went to reach for the sandwich!  It was filled with colorful gummy bears, my mouth watered as I went out for it. Then suddenly, an eagle bigger than my body could ever get, swept down and grabbed the sandwich! What did I do to deserve such a horrible day?

                I was happy that the eagle picked the sandwich over little me.  My day was already going horribly, so I figured with my luck the eagle would come back for me.  I began to run frantically back home.  When I finally got back to the crack in the wall that I had been living in I smelled something funny.  I then realized it was mouse poison.  All the sudden a explosion of the smell burst into my face.  I was able to run out in time.  I couldn’t imagine a worse day!

But it just got worse… The cowboy who lived in the house I lived in came home from his job on the dude ranch. He always came home smelling of cow manure and sweat. It was disgusting!  He took off his boots and poured sand onto the floor and a bunch of it got into my home. I’m just a mouse, I thought, how am I supposed to sweep up all this sand? I grabbed my little mouse broom and began to sweep. It was taking forever to sweep it up. 

                I soon decided it was hopeless and left. With poison and sand in my little mouse home I figured it was better to search for somewhere new to live. I mean if a freakin’ sponge can live under the sea in a pineapple I should be able to find somewhere nice to call my home! I went out into the giant world of which I knew very little. I saw in the distance a beautiful poster with all the colors you could imagine and more! It was so gorgeous! On the poster it read “SPAIN”. I knew where I wanted to live.

revived senteces

 

“Congratulations, you have a new baby boy!” my child-development teacher said as she handed over the 10-pound bundle.

“Congratulations, you have a new baby boy!” my cheery child-development

teacher practically sang as she handed over the plush 10-pound bundle.

So I just roamed around wishing I could try on clothes, too. Then the baby started to cry this horrible imitation baby’s cry. It was so loud and terrible.

So I aimlessly roamed around wishing I could try on clothes, too. Then the baby started to cry almost screeching a horrible imitation baby’s cry. It was piercingly loud and unforgivably embarrassing.

I also had a diaper bag with diapers, a bottle, and an extra set of clothes hanging on my arm.

I also had a Lavender color diaper bag bulging with diapers, a bottle, and an extra set of clothes all draping over my arm like a pack mule.

 

respose to naritive

After doing the checklist for your partner, answer the follow in this format:

Name of Reviewed Individual: Amy Mo

1. What are the strengths of your partner’s essay? Why?
      did a good just of sticking to the story and not going off..
2. What areas could use improvements? In other words, what suggestions can you give
your partner that will help his/her paper improve?
             use more dicripion/ detail
3. What is your favorite literary device used in your partner’s essay?
          i liked the part about the chubby cheeks!
4. What is the part of the paper that stands out as the most "catchy" or important?
             fattt cheakss :p
       

Where I'm From

Where I'm From

Katie Allison

 

I am from avoided laundry piles, dark, white and color

I am from big rooms flooded with sunlight and small ovens pouring with smoke

I from where microwaves are the safer choice

I'm from dear and there cotton white tails,

From acres of rolling green

I'm from a luminescent Christmas tree

Am from roaring laughter boisterous voices

From Kemper and Liz, Allison and Baldwin

I am from hard work, suits and salesmen that sell ice to eskimos

From never giving up, chlorine and Sharpee

 I'm from never ending Sunday school and the warm glazed Krispy Cream taunted and awaited me in the gym.

I’m from royal throws, red coats and living history

I am from Mount Carmel and their angels

I am from warm sun, and leaves that magically change colors and snow waist high

 From country fields and the strong winds that bring the dust from everywhere.

Look back through my narrative...

-involves readers in the story.

I think it involves the reader because in the intro I am describing where I am and what I am thinking but I don’t just say right off the back that I am in the doctors office waiting on test results.

-relates events in sequence.

I don’t jump around too much and I’m not all over the place so that’s good.

-includes detailed observations of people, places, and events.

I think I could add more descriptive detail when describing my surrounding through out the story.

-presents important changes, contrasts, or conflicts and creates tension.

I think I do a good job of setting the mood and describing what I’m feeling throughout the story.

- is told from a point of view--usually the author's point of view.

Defiantly told from my point of view

-focuses on connection between past events, people, or places and the present.

Yup

-makes a point, communicates a main idea or dominant impression.

Yup

n  I think the biggest thing that I have to fix is that it is all pretty much in past tense so I have to basically rewrite it and add present tense and dialog.  

Helen Keller response questions

Answer the following:

1. What did you think of this narrative?

           I think she has an amazing story, i could never imagine going through what she went through.

2. What was most interesting or engaging about it?

           I think it was really cool how she had such a close her relationship her tuter and how it started out really bad between them and they grew so close.

3. What surprised you?

           Even though she was deaf and blind but was still able to learn to communicate. 

4. Did this change your outlook on Helen Keller at all? Why or why not?

           Not really because i have read books about her and seen a movie about her life.

5. Copy and paste three examples of vivid detail and imagery that helped enhance the story

         1)Have you ever been at sea in a dense fog, when it seemed as if a tangible white darkness shut you in, and the great ship, tense and anxious, groped her way toward the shore with plummet and sounding-line, and you waited with beating heart for something to happen?

         2) When I finally succeeded in making the letters correctly I was flushed with childish pleasure and pride.      

         3) -words that were to make the world blossom for me, "like Aaron's rod, with flowers.

6. How can a narrative be more engaging than something like a biography? Why is it important to get someone's personal perspective?

          A personal narrative gives you not only the point of view straight from the subject but a personal narrative allows you to know what they're thinking and feeling.

7. Make a bulleted lists of some things you could write a narrative about,

       - When I got mono in 8th grade

       - My time in China and the different things that I had to deal with (Barb the group leader)

       - My 1st recruiting trip

       - Feeling like the outsider on the swim team my junior year