Friends are supposed to...
be there for you always
always support you
always help you
always encourage you
always want to be with you
no matter what you do they will help you along the way
All of these are qualities of a best friend right? Well then how come when they say that we are best friends they don't support you? how come when you were going through a hard time they weren't there to help you? How come when you were down and out and feeling bad they weren't there for you? And how come you were just the last resort to hang out with because they already adked all their other friends and they couldn't hang out so they came to you? How come when you made one small mistake they left? Is that what a real friend would do? No I don't think so.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
Summer
The weather? Warm and sunny a perfect time to relax on the beach and tan. The clothing? Shorts, a tank top, and flip flops. The entertainment? Oh the entertainment could last a lifetime. The friends? Well the friends are the same as always which means that no matter what were there for each other. If one friend is on vacation and one is in summer school, and the other is hangin' with her summer boyfriend you can be sure that none of that will hold us back from being together. If all this happens and everything goes as planned with friends and family, then this is going to be a great summer. <3
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
1st Grade Weekend Stories
Over the weekend I went to see Mrs. Urban. It was so fun! Mi mom pushed her in the welchair. She showd us pictures of her children and herself. They are so cute!
Over the weekend I went to a rolerskating parti. it was so fun! i did a race but I did no win. I skated with Victoria and that was fun. By: Karissa
Over the weekend I I played with my rabit.
Over the weekend I went to the church picnic. I had fun becus I playd war with the boys. I lik boys they are fun.
Over easter vacation me and mi family went to North Carolina and west Virginia. My favrite thing in North Carolina was beeing with our frends and going to the Outer Banks.and Adventure Landing. We played lazer tag. At the outer banks mom and dad stayed in the cabin with us. At first we were going to stay in the cabin by our selfves. My friends and I stayed in a loft. WE got to ride in a golf cart. Everone got to drive it except me. Then a couple days later we went to a car rental. We got a car. Every morning we went to the beach and looked for seashells we found lots of shells and we saw lots of pretty rocks. Some of them were purple. We stayed in a mansion. My mom and dad stayed in the mansion but my friends and me stayed in a caving Our friends have a tiny red car. I figured out that we could open the seat to the truck. Then we drove in the car for four hours. Then we drove back to North Carolina and stayed ina Hotel for two days and one night we got a free brekfast! Then we had to go home.
Over the weekend I went to a rolerskating parti. it was so fun! i did a race but I did no win. I skated with Victoria and that was fun. By: Karissa
Over the weekend I I played with my rabit.
Over the weekend I went to the church picnic. I had fun becus I playd war with the boys. I lik boys they are fun.
Over easter vacation me and mi family went to North Carolina and west Virginia. My favrite thing in North Carolina was beeing with our frends and going to the Outer Banks.and Adventure Landing. We played lazer tag. At the outer banks mom and dad stayed in the cabin with us. At first we were going to stay in the cabin by our selfves. My friends and I stayed in a loft. WE got to ride in a golf cart. Everone got to drive it except me. Then a couple days later we went to a car rental. We got a car. Every morning we went to the beach and looked for seashells we found lots of shells and we saw lots of pretty rocks. Some of them were purple. We stayed in a mansion. My mom and dad stayed in the mansion but my friends and me stayed in a caving Our friends have a tiny red car. I figured out that we could open the seat to the truck. Then we drove in the car for four hours. Then we drove back to North Carolina and stayed ina Hotel for two days and one night we got a free brekfast! Then we had to go home.
Writing From The Younger Days
Over Christmis Vaction I went to my Grandmus and Grandpus house. My sister and I got Catopoly. It was frum my aunt. My uncle gove my aunt Dogopoly. We plaed dogopoply. It was so fun. For New Years Eve we went to our frends house. We stayed up til 1:00! We also plade Pictonray. It was gerls against the boys. The girls won the first time! But then the boys won. All the kids watched gordy. There where lots of yummy snacks! Another present I got was a Build a Bear with some clthes to go with it. You get to chose what kind of animl you want. You also get to stuff it, put the heart in, give it a bath, pick out his or her name. I named mine lea. Lea is not speld l-e-a-h it is speld lea!
Old World Wisconsin. In the afternoon we went to Rasberry School. We got to sit in the desks that uther kids sat in. In the olden days they had a different kindof plege to the flag. My second favorite part was the black smith. In the blacksmith shopp we got to see the black smith make a hook. We also got to go to the general store. She onely sold dri stuf.
Old World Wisconsin. In the afternoon we went to Rasberry School. We got to sit in the desks that uther kids sat in. In the olden days they had a different kindof plege to the flag. My second favorite part was the black smith. In the blacksmith shopp we got to see the black smith make a hook. We also got to go to the general store. She onely sold dri stuf.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Family
Family should be the place of comfort, a place of safety, a place where you feel like you can tell your family anything and they would help you find your way through your problems. Is it like this in every family? No. On the outside this family looked like a perfect family, everyone got along great and everyone was happy with everything that they had. Even though they had struggles it seemed like they were totally content with everything that they had, and that they would get through the struggles together as one family.Well this family has had a struggle every since their youngest daughter was born. The daughter was born with a clef pallet and a whole lot of other problems. This is a story of the life of this family, but more specifically heir daughter Christina and the trials she has gone through.
Married and had 4 kids. All beautiful even the one Christina with the clef pallet. This family had gone through so much already and had had to go through so many surgeries and medical procedures that someone that didn't know them would be surprised that they live in such a nice house that they are living in now. As you soon read about all of the struggles that this family went through, you will think, who is the mother, the mother that was able to hold this family as close together as they are now. The mother of this family is my first grade teacher, and now someone that I would consider my second mom.
When I was in first grade my sister was in fifth. My first grade teacher's daughter Christina was also in fifth grade. My sister Naomi and Christina became best friends and I love them both very much. I always thought "Wow, Christina must be so lucky to have such a wonderful mom and such a nice dad." Little did I know what was going on on this inside of my first grade teacher's hear and her husbands heart.
A few weeks later, I overhear my sister and my mom talking about the same thing about how everyone thought that their life was so good. Later on that night I ask "What's wrong with Christina's family mommy?" After that I got a pretty big explanation that Christina's dad had left the family, and that Christina's mom and dad would be getting a divorce.
Years pass and everyone is getting used to them being apart. Christina and her mom went on a trip to Florida for a couple weeks to visit her grandparents. While she was there, she had a dream that she told her mom about. "Mom, last night I had a dream that I had cancer." "Oh Christina, you don't have cancer don't worry about it." Life went on but Christina seemed to always be tired. Finally they went in to see the doctor. The doctor came out and said those two words that nobody wants to hear. "It's cancer." Christina had stomach cancer, and it was bad. In a couple of weeks Christina and her family were off to Texas to get treatment and to see if there was anything they could do to heal the Cancer. There was one thing that they thought they might be able to try, but it was risky considering Christina had had at least 16 other surgeries in her life and isn't in the best health condition. They decide to try this procedure any way. What is this procedure? Removing the stomach and hoping that her other organs would form a new stomach.
In less than two weeks the family was off to California to get the procedure done. The surgery day had arrived and evryone was anxious, worried, scared, and excited for the results of the surgery all at the same time. 18 year old Christina comes out of surgery, and it was a success. Christina stayed at the hospital for a few more days to make sure that it worked and the cancer was gone. The cancer was gone and the family was doing great. During this whole process the whole family had an amazing attitude and were always positive. Christina should be an example to all of us of how even though things are tough we CAN get through it.
Married and had 4 kids. All beautiful even the one Christina with the clef pallet. This family had gone through so much already and had had to go through so many surgeries and medical procedures that someone that didn't know them would be surprised that they live in such a nice house that they are living in now. As you soon read about all of the struggles that this family went through, you will think, who is the mother, the mother that was able to hold this family as close together as they are now. The mother of this family is my first grade teacher, and now someone that I would consider my second mom.
When I was in first grade my sister was in fifth. My first grade teacher's daughter Christina was also in fifth grade. My sister Naomi and Christina became best friends and I love them both very much. I always thought "Wow, Christina must be so lucky to have such a wonderful mom and such a nice dad." Little did I know what was going on on this inside of my first grade teacher's hear and her husbands heart.
A few weeks later, I overhear my sister and my mom talking about the same thing about how everyone thought that their life was so good. Later on that night I ask "What's wrong with Christina's family mommy?" After that I got a pretty big explanation that Christina's dad had left the family, and that Christina's mom and dad would be getting a divorce.
Years pass and everyone is getting used to them being apart. Christina and her mom went on a trip to Florida for a couple weeks to visit her grandparents. While she was there, she had a dream that she told her mom about. "Mom, last night I had a dream that I had cancer." "Oh Christina, you don't have cancer don't worry about it." Life went on but Christina seemed to always be tired. Finally they went in to see the doctor. The doctor came out and said those two words that nobody wants to hear. "It's cancer." Christina had stomach cancer, and it was bad. In a couple of weeks Christina and her family were off to Texas to get treatment and to see if there was anything they could do to heal the Cancer. There was one thing that they thought they might be able to try, but it was risky considering Christina had had at least 16 other surgeries in her life and isn't in the best health condition. They decide to try this procedure any way. What is this procedure? Removing the stomach and hoping that her other organs would form a new stomach.
In less than two weeks the family was off to California to get the procedure done. The surgery day had arrived and evryone was anxious, worried, scared, and excited for the results of the surgery all at the same time. 18 year old Christina comes out of surgery, and it was a success. Christina stayed at the hospital for a few more days to make sure that it worked and the cancer was gone. The cancer was gone and the family was doing great. During this whole process the whole family had an amazing attitude and were always positive. Christina should be an example to all of us of how even though things are tough we CAN get through it.
We are the World
There comes a time
When we head a certain call
When the world must come together as one
There are people dying
And it's time to lend a hand to life
The greatest gift of all
We can't go on
Pretending day by day
That someone, somewhere will soon make a change
We are all a part of
God's great big family
And the truth, you know love is all we need
[Chorus]
We are the world
We are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So let's start giving
There's a choice we're making
We're saving our own lives
It's true we'll make a better day
Just you and me
Send them your heart
So they'll know that someone cares
And their lives will be stronger and free
As God has shown us by turning stone to bread
So we all must lend a helping hand
[Chorus]
We are the world
We are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So let's start giving
There's a choice we're making
We're saving our own lives
It's true we'll make a better day
Just you and me
When you're down and out
There seems no hope at all
But if you just believe
There's no way we can fall
Well, well, well, well, let us realize
That a change will only come
When we stand together as one
[Chorus]
We are the world
We are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So let's start giving
There's a choice we're making
We're saving our own lives
It's true we'll make a better day
Just you and me
This song is an inspirational song that was originally written by Michael Jackson. The song was then re-sung by more modern day and popular people today. Today the song is now dedicated towards Haiti.
When we head a certain call
When the world must come together as one
There are people dying
And it's time to lend a hand to life
The greatest gift of all
We can't go on
Pretending day by day
That someone, somewhere will soon make a change
We are all a part of
God's great big family
And the truth, you know love is all we need
[Chorus]
We are the world
We are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So let's start giving
There's a choice we're making
We're saving our own lives
It's true we'll make a better day
Just you and me
Send them your heart
So they'll know that someone cares
And their lives will be stronger and free
As God has shown us by turning stone to bread
So we all must lend a helping hand
[Chorus]
We are the world
We are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So let's start giving
There's a choice we're making
We're saving our own lives
It's true we'll make a better day
Just you and me
When you're down and out
There seems no hope at all
But if you just believe
There's no way we can fall
Well, well, well, well, let us realize
That a change will only come
When we stand together as one
[Chorus]
We are the world
We are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So let's start giving
There's a choice we're making
We're saving our own lives
It's true we'll make a better day
Just you and me
This song is an inspirational song that was originally written by Michael Jackson. The song was then re-sung by more modern day and popular people today. Today the song is now dedicated towards Haiti.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
End of the Year
For eighth grade students the end of the year should be a time where we are not having a lot of homework and where everything is winding down. But this is not how things are seeming to be right now. Right now we are having big tests and quizzes and learning more new information.
It's May now and things should be wrapping up and getting done with but it really seems like things are getting started and we are learning a lot of new information. At the end of the year there is a lot of pressure to get really good grades and pass all of your classes with A's but if that is such a big goal for the school then why don't they make the goal an easier goal to achieve. I think at the end of the year should be the time we review and calm things down so everything is easy and we can get good grades as we finish 8th grade.
It's May now and things should be wrapping up and getting done with but it really seems like things are getting started and we are learning a lot of new information. At the end of the year there is a lot of pressure to get really good grades and pass all of your classes with A's but if that is such a big goal for the school then why don't they make the goal an easier goal to achieve. I think at the end of the year should be the time we review and calm things down so everything is easy and we can get good grades as we finish 8th grade.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Highschool
What will it be like walking through the doors of the high-school for the very first time next year as a freshman at Pewaukee High-school? Fun but probably scary. We’ve walked through the high-school doors so many times for sporting events, plays and other school activities but next year on the first day of school everything will be different because we will be walking for the first time as a student there. I’m not sad about leaving Asa because we are getting older and moving on in life, but because I will miss all the memories that were made there. Staying after school for homework club, or staying after to watch volleyball, basketball, track, or wrestling. Something else that I will miss when I leave this school are the phenomenal teachers.
Walking through the high school doors will be a very humbling experience I think because now as 8th graders we are at the top of our school and we are the oldest and usually know more than the seventh graders or “sevies” do. But when we get in high school we will be the “stupid freshman”. This should not bring us down and disappoint us though, this should be something that will bring us up and make us want to succeed and show the seniors, and juniors, and sophomores, that just because we are younger doesn’t mean we aren’t as capable to do big things and important things we can still do anything that they can do.
The next four years of our lives at Pewaukee will be some of the most important years of our life. These years will determine what we become and what we do with the rest of our life. These next four years are chances to try new things and have no regrets. As this year ends I want to end the year with no regrets and then start a new four year part of my life with no regrets.
Walking through the high school doors will be a very humbling experience I think because now as 8th graders we are at the top of our school and we are the oldest and usually know more than the seventh graders or “sevies” do. But when we get in high school we will be the “stupid freshman”. This should not bring us down and disappoint us though, this should be something that will bring us up and make us want to succeed and show the seniors, and juniors, and sophomores, that just because we are younger doesn’t mean we aren’t as capable to do big things and important things we can still do anything that they can do.
The next four years of our lives at Pewaukee will be some of the most important years of our life. These years will determine what we become and what we do with the rest of our life. These next four years are chances to try new things and have no regrets. As this year ends I want to end the year with no regrets and then start a new four year part of my life with no regrets.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Historical Fiction Elizabeth Van Lew
Dear Diary,
I’m not the type to journal but I could’ve figure out any other way to express my sadness other than to write. I was planning on coming home in a couple of days, when I got a letter that informed me that my Papa has died. Life will be so different now without my Father there for me. I’m writing from the train, looking out the window it feels like all the memories are running through my head about my Father’s death. I must move on though for I know that he would not want me to sulk around and be upset about his death. I need to move on and free slaves and find out information for General Grant.
Dear Diary,
I’m coming home from school in Philadelphia where I have recently become an abolitionist. It is so difficult to wake up in the morning and see the slaves working all day long. I look out my window and feel that it should be me working out there and not them. What did they ever do to deserve this? I think perhaps I will try to convince Mama to free the slaves from our home.
Dear Diary,
Today I talked to Mama about freeing the slaves, she took it much better than I thought she would’ve. She said she would think about it normally she would say that she would have to talk to Papa about it, but he is now dead so that is not possible. If the slaves are freed I would feel so much better about being an abolitionist and working as a spy for the Union. I can’t imagine what it would be like to try and free slaves and tell people that slavery is wrong when I have slaves working away at my house.
Dear Diary,
I’m so happy! Mama said she would free the slaves! Most of the slaves are heading out tomorrow. I’m not sure what will happen to all of them but I hope that they will all be safe. Tomorrow I plan on talking to one of the slaves named Mary Elizabeth Bowser. She had talked often about getting and education, Out in Philadelphia. Well I think since our family has so much money and I don’t know what else we will do with it, I would like to pay for Mary’s education.
Dear Diary,
The war has started and I am now openly supporting the Union, and working as a spy. Well, I’m not sure if people know that I am a spy, but I am however. Today I am on my way to bring clothes and food to some of the prisoners at the Confederate Libby Prison. I’ve heard that the living conditions there are terrible and that most of the soldiers there are very sick. Today I found an article in the Newspaper about Libby Prison, this is what it said;” Libby takes in the captured Federals by scores, but let’s none out; they are huddled up and jammed into every nook and corner; at the bathing troughs, around the cooking stoves, everywhere there is a wrangling, jostling crowd; at night the floor of every room they occupy in the building is covered, every square inch of it, by uneasy slumberers, lying side by side, and heel to head, as tightly packed as if the prison were a huge, improbable box of nocturnal sardines” Just from reading this I am scared to go there. But I will do it for my country.
Dear Diary,
The prison was exactly as the article said it would be. I managed to free a few of the prisoners from Libby. To cover up my freeing the prisoners I have taken on a new identity, This new Identity that I have taken on is “Crazy Bet.” Because I dress so strangely I have never yet gotten caught, I hope that this will continue to happen.
Dear Diary,
I returned home today for a couple of days and I found one of our past slaves sitting in the kitchen talking to Mama. It was one of our past slaves, Mary Elizabeth Bowser the one that I had paid for her education, well it turns out that she had gotten and education to be a spy and an abolitionist as had I. We have decided to work together and be spies together. Mary will be a maid in the White House. Since Mary is just a maid at the White House, she is often times ignored so she is able to hear a lot of the important details about the war which she then tells me which I am then able to tell General Grant.
Dear Diary,
The war has now come to an end. It feels as though the war has been going on for the longest time. Today I was surprised when General Grant appointed me as headmistress of Richmond. This has gotten me shunned by my neighbors, I’m not sure why they are shunning me, maybe they thought it was wrong that I freed the slaves but I know what I did was right. I am able to tell something from right and wrong, and I know that slavery is wrong, and that is why I tried to stop it.
I’m not the type to journal but I could’ve figure out any other way to express my sadness other than to write. I was planning on coming home in a couple of days, when I got a letter that informed me that my Papa has died. Life will be so different now without my Father there for me. I’m writing from the train, looking out the window it feels like all the memories are running through my head about my Father’s death. I must move on though for I know that he would not want me to sulk around and be upset about his death. I need to move on and free slaves and find out information for General Grant.
Dear Diary,
I’m coming home from school in Philadelphia where I have recently become an abolitionist. It is so difficult to wake up in the morning and see the slaves working all day long. I look out my window and feel that it should be me working out there and not them. What did they ever do to deserve this? I think perhaps I will try to convince Mama to free the slaves from our home.
Dear Diary,
Today I talked to Mama about freeing the slaves, she took it much better than I thought she would’ve. She said she would think about it normally she would say that she would have to talk to Papa about it, but he is now dead so that is not possible. If the slaves are freed I would feel so much better about being an abolitionist and working as a spy for the Union. I can’t imagine what it would be like to try and free slaves and tell people that slavery is wrong when I have slaves working away at my house.
Dear Diary,
I’m so happy! Mama said she would free the slaves! Most of the slaves are heading out tomorrow. I’m not sure what will happen to all of them but I hope that they will all be safe. Tomorrow I plan on talking to one of the slaves named Mary Elizabeth Bowser. She had talked often about getting and education, Out in Philadelphia. Well I think since our family has so much money and I don’t know what else we will do with it, I would like to pay for Mary’s education.
Dear Diary,
The war has started and I am now openly supporting the Union, and working as a spy. Well, I’m not sure if people know that I am a spy, but I am however. Today I am on my way to bring clothes and food to some of the prisoners at the Confederate Libby Prison. I’ve heard that the living conditions there are terrible and that most of the soldiers there are very sick. Today I found an article in the Newspaper about Libby Prison, this is what it said;” Libby takes in the captured Federals by scores, but let’s none out; they are huddled up and jammed into every nook and corner; at the bathing troughs, around the cooking stoves, everywhere there is a wrangling, jostling crowd; at night the floor of every room they occupy in the building is covered, every square inch of it, by uneasy slumberers, lying side by side, and heel to head, as tightly packed as if the prison were a huge, improbable box of nocturnal sardines” Just from reading this I am scared to go there. But I will do it for my country.
Dear Diary,
The prison was exactly as the article said it would be. I managed to free a few of the prisoners from Libby. To cover up my freeing the prisoners I have taken on a new identity, This new Identity that I have taken on is “Crazy Bet.” Because I dress so strangely I have never yet gotten caught, I hope that this will continue to happen.
Dear Diary,
I returned home today for a couple of days and I found one of our past slaves sitting in the kitchen talking to Mama. It was one of our past slaves, Mary Elizabeth Bowser the one that I had paid for her education, well it turns out that she had gotten and education to be a spy and an abolitionist as had I. We have decided to work together and be spies together. Mary will be a maid in the White House. Since Mary is just a maid at the White House, she is often times ignored so she is able to hear a lot of the important details about the war which she then tells me which I am then able to tell General Grant.
Dear Diary,
The war has now come to an end. It feels as though the war has been going on for the longest time. Today I was surprised when General Grant appointed me as headmistress of Richmond. This has gotten me shunned by my neighbors, I’m not sure why they are shunning me, maybe they thought it was wrong that I freed the slaves but I know what I did was right. I am able to tell something from right and wrong, and I know that slavery is wrong, and that is why I tried to stop it.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Story
Secrets
“Trust me.”The first words that leave his mouth when I try to debate if I can trust him again. I just stand there and look at him with a look of confusion and love on my face. Is he really saying this after what has happened. He doesn’t know yet that that one night that we were together could change the rest of our lives.
“I know I really messed up before.”
“But I want to make things better, I want to be there for you for everything that happens to you.” He says in the most sincere voice I think I’ve ever heard him talk in.
“Zeke…”
“No Ava, just listen to me”
“Zeke, there’s something I have to..”
“Ava I love you, and I never meant to hurt you, when I left you it was because I was scared, I was scared that you would leave me I was scared that…”
“Zeke! I’m pregnant, and you’re the dad.” The tears started falling from my eyes. Zeke gives me a huge hug and we both start crying in each other’s arms. Everything seems right and everything seems that this is how it should be.
“Zeke, all I ever wanted was to make my parent’s proud of me, and proud to say that I was their daughter. Now it seems that if we are out in public they are ashamed to be with me. I can never live up to my older brother Jesse. Everything he did was perfect. Everyone would go around saying what a wonderful son they had. Not once did I hear that about me and I’m sure I never will hear it now that I’m pregnant.”
“Ava I love you, and even though you can’t see it I know that your parents are proud of you and so am I, I’m so proud to be your boyfriend!”
“Since when are you my boyfriend?” I asked totally confused.
“Since right now, Ava you are having my baby, and I want to be here for you through the whole process.”
“It’s my senior year in college, I wanted everything to go right.” “I didn’t want to get pregnant, I wanted to save myself for marriage” “I didn’t want any of this to happen to me.” “The only thing that has happened to me that I actually wanted to happen to me is being with you.” “Zeke, I love you.”
“I love you too Ava” he says as he places his hand on my stomach and says
“I love you too my little baby.”
At that moment, all the worries of the world, and all the problems that I was facing with struggling with having to tell my parents about my pregnancy seemed to disappear. Everything that I had wanted in a boyfriend had all come true. Now it was time to go back to my dorm and get some well needed rest. I am so exhausted from this long day of telling my friends and Zeke that I was pregnant. I’m still nervous to tell my parents about it. I think I’ll hold off till tomorrow to tell them.
“Beep, Beep, Beep.” I wake up to the sound of my roommate making something for lunch Little did I know that it was two o’clock in the afternoon and she was having lunch, for all I knew she was making breakfast .
“Good afternoon sleepy head” my roomie Amie jokes teasingly to me.
“Ugh what time is it?” I ask totally unaware that Amie just hinted that it was already in the afternoon.
“Umm it’s two o’clock in the afternoon” she replied.
“ TWO O’CLOCK IN THE AFTERNOON?!” I jump out of bed and run to my closet to get dressed.
“Good thing you’re not too far along in your pregnancy to go to the dance tonight.” Amie says.
“Dance?!” “Oh that’s right!” “The dance tonight.” “and I still have to call my parents and tell them the news.” I should probably call my parents now I think to myself. I really don’t want to do this. I wish I could just go on with everything without having my parents know, everything would just be so much better that way.
“I’m calling them now.” I yell to Amie who’s in the other room.
“Ooh good luck with that” she replies.
Ring Ring Ring the phone is ringing my hopes are rising because it keeps on ringing, hopefully their not home, and I can just call back another time. As I was about to hang up my mom answers.
“Hello” my mom says happily as she answers the phone.
“Oh hi mom, I wasn’t expecting you to answer”
“Oh sorry honey your dad and I were upstairs.” She says sounding really happy to hear from me.
“So how’s your senior year?” “How’s Zeke doing? He seems like a really sweet boy?” She says curiously.
“College is good there’s a dance I’m going to tonight. Zeke is doing good as well.” I reply in a monotone voice.
“Is something wrong honey?” mom asks in a concerned voice.
“Mom there’s something I have to tell you.” My hands are shaking now and I’m really nervous. I’m not sure how she is going to react to the news about everything.
“Is something wrong honey?” my mom asks in a concerned voice
“Not necessarily wrong….”
“Mom..?” I say scared to tell her the news
“Yes..?” she says with a concerned tone in her voice.
“I’m pregnant.” I exhale a huge breath of relief that I got that of f my shoulders, but I’m still worried about how her reaction will be. The phone is completely silent. I’m not sure what she is thinking right now. Tears fill my eyes. I feel so bad about what I did.
“Oh” that’s all she says, then I hear a sniffle, and a whimper as if she was crying. Why would she be crying? I’m the one that is pregnant. I’m the one who’s having this baby, I’m the one who has to tell everyone about what I’ve done.
“Mom are you crying?” I ask almost in tears myself.
“Yes.” That’s all she says.
“Mom I’m so sorry. I know this wasn’t supposed to happen. I know you’re not happy with me mom, and I’m so sorry can you please just forgive me mom?”
“Honey that’s not it, even though I’m disappointed I want to be here for you through the whole thing, just like your grandma was here for me when I was pregnant at the same age you were.”
“What?...Mom..?” Did my mom just tell me that she was pregnant her senior year of college too?
“Honey when I was a senior in college I got pregnant too, except I was married, I was married to a guy that I had fallen in love with in high school. We got married my sophomore year of college, I was so in love that I was blind to the fact that he didn’t really love me, we got divorced a few weeks before Lyla was born.”
“ But mom then how come I’m the youngest in the family what happened to the baby?” I heard my mom start to cry even heavier I knew something was wrong.
“About three weeks after your baby sister Lyla was born I realized that I wouldn’t be able to give her the life that she deserved. I wanted her to have the best life she could have, and I wanted her to have a normal family and I wanted her to have a dad, so I gave her up for adoption.”
I didn’t think I was going to cry but suddenly the tears started dripping from my face. I didn’t know why I was crying so I forced myself to stop.
To Be Continued………………………..
“Trust me.”The first words that leave his mouth when I try to debate if I can trust him again. I just stand there and look at him with a look of confusion and love on my face. Is he really saying this after what has happened. He doesn’t know yet that that one night that we were together could change the rest of our lives.
“I know I really messed up before.”
“But I want to make things better, I want to be there for you for everything that happens to you.” He says in the most sincere voice I think I’ve ever heard him talk in.
“Zeke…”
“No Ava, just listen to me”
“Zeke, there’s something I have to..”
“Ava I love you, and I never meant to hurt you, when I left you it was because I was scared, I was scared that you would leave me I was scared that…”
“Zeke! I’m pregnant, and you’re the dad.” The tears started falling from my eyes. Zeke gives me a huge hug and we both start crying in each other’s arms. Everything seems right and everything seems that this is how it should be.
“Zeke, all I ever wanted was to make my parent’s proud of me, and proud to say that I was their daughter. Now it seems that if we are out in public they are ashamed to be with me. I can never live up to my older brother Jesse. Everything he did was perfect. Everyone would go around saying what a wonderful son they had. Not once did I hear that about me and I’m sure I never will hear it now that I’m pregnant.”
“Ava I love you, and even though you can’t see it I know that your parents are proud of you and so am I, I’m so proud to be your boyfriend!”
“Since when are you my boyfriend?” I asked totally confused.
“Since right now, Ava you are having my baby, and I want to be here for you through the whole process.”
“It’s my senior year in college, I wanted everything to go right.” “I didn’t want to get pregnant, I wanted to save myself for marriage” “I didn’t want any of this to happen to me.” “The only thing that has happened to me that I actually wanted to happen to me is being with you.” “Zeke, I love you.”
“I love you too Ava” he says as he places his hand on my stomach and says
“I love you too my little baby.”
At that moment, all the worries of the world, and all the problems that I was facing with struggling with having to tell my parents about my pregnancy seemed to disappear. Everything that I had wanted in a boyfriend had all come true. Now it was time to go back to my dorm and get some well needed rest. I am so exhausted from this long day of telling my friends and Zeke that I was pregnant. I’m still nervous to tell my parents about it. I think I’ll hold off till tomorrow to tell them.
“Beep, Beep, Beep.” I wake up to the sound of my roommate making something for lunch Little did I know that it was two o’clock in the afternoon and she was having lunch, for all I knew she was making breakfast .
“Good afternoon sleepy head” my roomie Amie jokes teasingly to me.
“Ugh what time is it?” I ask totally unaware that Amie just hinted that it was already in the afternoon.
“Umm it’s two o’clock in the afternoon” she replied.
“ TWO O’CLOCK IN THE AFTERNOON?!” I jump out of bed and run to my closet to get dressed.
“Good thing you’re not too far along in your pregnancy to go to the dance tonight.” Amie says.
“Dance?!” “Oh that’s right!” “The dance tonight.” “and I still have to call my parents and tell them the news.” I should probably call my parents now I think to myself. I really don’t want to do this. I wish I could just go on with everything without having my parents know, everything would just be so much better that way.
“I’m calling them now.” I yell to Amie who’s in the other room.
“Ooh good luck with that” she replies.
Ring Ring Ring the phone is ringing my hopes are rising because it keeps on ringing, hopefully their not home, and I can just call back another time. As I was about to hang up my mom answers.
“Hello” my mom says happily as she answers the phone.
“Oh hi mom, I wasn’t expecting you to answer”
“Oh sorry honey your dad and I were upstairs.” She says sounding really happy to hear from me.
“So how’s your senior year?” “How’s Zeke doing? He seems like a really sweet boy?” She says curiously.
“College is good there’s a dance I’m going to tonight. Zeke is doing good as well.” I reply in a monotone voice.
“Is something wrong honey?” mom asks in a concerned voice.
“Mom there’s something I have to tell you.” My hands are shaking now and I’m really nervous. I’m not sure how she is going to react to the news about everything.
“Is something wrong honey?” my mom asks in a concerned voice
“Not necessarily wrong….”
“Mom..?” I say scared to tell her the news
“Yes..?” she says with a concerned tone in her voice.
“I’m pregnant.” I exhale a huge breath of relief that I got that of f my shoulders, but I’m still worried about how her reaction will be. The phone is completely silent. I’m not sure what she is thinking right now. Tears fill my eyes. I feel so bad about what I did.
“Oh” that’s all she says, then I hear a sniffle, and a whimper as if she was crying. Why would she be crying? I’m the one that is pregnant. I’m the one who’s having this baby, I’m the one who has to tell everyone about what I’ve done.
“Mom are you crying?” I ask almost in tears myself.
“Yes.” That’s all she says.
“Mom I’m so sorry. I know this wasn’t supposed to happen. I know you’re not happy with me mom, and I’m so sorry can you please just forgive me mom?”
“Honey that’s not it, even though I’m disappointed I want to be here for you through the whole thing, just like your grandma was here for me when I was pregnant at the same age you were.”
“What?...Mom..?” Did my mom just tell me that she was pregnant her senior year of college too?
“Honey when I was a senior in college I got pregnant too, except I was married, I was married to a guy that I had fallen in love with in high school. We got married my sophomore year of college, I was so in love that I was blind to the fact that he didn’t really love me, we got divorced a few weeks before Lyla was born.”
“ But mom then how come I’m the youngest in the family what happened to the baby?” I heard my mom start to cry even heavier I knew something was wrong.
“About three weeks after your baby sister Lyla was born I realized that I wouldn’t be able to give her the life that she deserved. I wanted her to have the best life she could have, and I wanted her to have a normal family and I wanted her to have a dad, so I gave her up for adoption.”
I didn’t think I was going to cry but suddenly the tears started dripping from my face. I didn’t know why I was crying so I forced myself to stop.
To Be Continued………………………..
Spring Break
• Went to Chicago and went shopping
• Took the train there
• Had sleepovers
• Had a volleyball tournament
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Over spring Break I went to Chicago and went shopping with my family and then went to the beach. The beach was really fun to go to because it was really warm out one of the days. Another day we went shopping down Michigan Ave. Something fun that I did while I was there my sister and I ran up and down the streets singing loudly and obnoxiously, there were a lot of people that were staring at us but that was okay because we were having fun.
• Took the train there
• Had sleepovers
• Had a volleyball tournament
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Over spring Break I went to Chicago and went shopping with my family and then went to the beach. The beach was really fun to go to because it was really warm out one of the days. Another day we went shopping down Michigan Ave. Something fun that I did while I was there my sister and I ran up and down the streets singing loudly and obnoxiously, there were a lot of people that were staring at us but that was okay because we were having fun.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Creative Writing
As a little girl I had always dreamed of finding the perfect boyfriend, and going to the perfect college, and eventually having perfect children. But before the children come I would of course have to have the perfect wedding.
My parents always told me about how wonderful their wedding was. And how that was the best day of their life, but as a child I never saw that they were actually happy together once. Growing up I most definitely didn’t have the perfect family. My parents were still together, but things weren’t going right. I could tell something was up. Every night they would argue saying that they wanted to leave each other but if they did they didn’t know who would get the kids. They both wanted to fix their problems, but neither of them wanted to go see a counselor. I would always hear them yelling about the word “affair” I didn’t know what that word meant, but I knew it was something bad, because affair just doesn’t sound like a nice word. I wish that they would stop yelling, and that things would just turn out right. “Maybe things will get better once I become a big kid.”
10 years passed, and I was a Senior in High school, things still weren’t good. They have gotten better, but they still weren’t perfect like I had always dreamed of. Away from home everyone thought I had the perfect life. My boyfriend was the star quarterback of the football team. I was the cheer captain, and homecoming queen. I had my life made for me, at least that’s what I made people believe. I had straight A’s and everyone came to me with math homework. “ Two weeks left in school, what should I do with them?” “I have the perfect idea.” “Party!”
The party turned out to be a success and school was out. I was off to college at UCLA to be a doctor. MY high school sweetheart came with me to become a doctor as well. 4 years had passed and we were finishing up our last year of college. It was Easter break and Trevor was taking me on a long date to my favorite place. The place where we had our first date. We were half way through our date, and he knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said, “Emily, I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, will you marry me?” Trevor was the only one I could see myself living the rest of my life with. “Of course!” I reply with exuberant joy.
College was over and we both had a good job working in the same hospital. Tomorrow was our wedding day, and I was so ready. The wedding was perfect just like I had always wanted. Off we go on our honeymoon. We were driving down the Hawaii roads when we drove over the bridge. It collapsed. News reporters rush to the scene. Along with my mom. “It was true; everything she had dreamed was happening.” “And now it’s over.”
My parents always told me about how wonderful their wedding was. And how that was the best day of their life, but as a child I never saw that they were actually happy together once. Growing up I most definitely didn’t have the perfect family. My parents were still together, but things weren’t going right. I could tell something was up. Every night they would argue saying that they wanted to leave each other but if they did they didn’t know who would get the kids. They both wanted to fix their problems, but neither of them wanted to go see a counselor. I would always hear them yelling about the word “affair” I didn’t know what that word meant, but I knew it was something bad, because affair just doesn’t sound like a nice word. I wish that they would stop yelling, and that things would just turn out right. “Maybe things will get better once I become a big kid.”
10 years passed, and I was a Senior in High school, things still weren’t good. They have gotten better, but they still weren’t perfect like I had always dreamed of. Away from home everyone thought I had the perfect life. My boyfriend was the star quarterback of the football team. I was the cheer captain, and homecoming queen. I had my life made for me, at least that’s what I made people believe. I had straight A’s and everyone came to me with math homework. “ Two weeks left in school, what should I do with them?” “I have the perfect idea.” “Party!”
The party turned out to be a success and school was out. I was off to college at UCLA to be a doctor. MY high school sweetheart came with me to become a doctor as well. 4 years had passed and we were finishing up our last year of college. It was Easter break and Trevor was taking me on a long date to my favorite place. The place where we had our first date. We were half way through our date, and he knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said, “Emily, I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, will you marry me?” Trevor was the only one I could see myself living the rest of my life with. “Of course!” I reply with exuberant joy.
College was over and we both had a good job working in the same hospital. Tomorrow was our wedding day, and I was so ready. The wedding was perfect just like I had always wanted. Off we go on our honeymoon. We were driving down the Hawaii roads when we drove over the bridge. It collapsed. News reporters rush to the scene. Along with my mom. “It was true; everything she had dreamed was happening.” “And now it’s over.”
Friday, February 19, 2010
Black Friday
It’s the day after thanksgiving, the biggest shopping day of the year. You have waited what seems like forever for this day to come. It’s the first black Friday where you can drive and bring friends. It’s three o’clock in the morning and all you can think about is getting to your favorite store to get the greatest sale ever. Your friends had slept over the night before, we all rush to the car like a Nascar car racing around the track. We get into the car and we’re off. The music blaring, and the cars rushing by just increase the adrenaline rush that I’m feeling right now. Right now all I can think about is which store am I going to go to first, or “who will I buy the first gift for?” Whenever I go shopping it is like a fantasy love story. Everything is perfect, the price , the size, and the color to bring out my blue eyes.
All this day dreaming about my perfect shopping experience has got me distracted from driving. The neon flashing lights of the police cars wake me up from my day-dreaming. The lights shining in my mirror are almost blinding. I get an instant headache after the loud sirens, and the bright lights. It didn’t help that my friends were screaming and singing in the backseat. I reluctantly pull over thinking about how I might miss the deal at the mall. When I pull over the police officer approaches my window, and tells me what I did wrong. Obviously I was speeding. After receiving a warning from the police officer, I am back on the road to the mall, this time being very careful not to speed. Finally we pull into the mall parking lot. We get there two hours before the mall opens, but there is already a line of at least twenty-five to thirty people. We run out of the car door sprinting in the line.
We’ve been in line for about an hour and a half completely not noticing the other people that were around us. The time had slowly ticked by, as if I was waiting to meet the president or something. Finally it was down to the final 5 minutes , then the final 4, all the way until the 30 second countdown began. It starts, 30, 29, the noise around me is so loud, and so exciting, you could feel the adrenaline all around. The final moment that I had waited for was finally a matter of seconds away. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. The doors slowly open, and there is a mad rush into the mall. The mall was like the perfect start to my fairytale. All lit up with the Christmas decorations. It felt like it was just me, my friends, and the mall. Everything was perfect.
All this day dreaming about my perfect shopping experience has got me distracted from driving. The neon flashing lights of the police cars wake me up from my day-dreaming. The lights shining in my mirror are almost blinding. I get an instant headache after the loud sirens, and the bright lights. It didn’t help that my friends were screaming and singing in the backseat. I reluctantly pull over thinking about how I might miss the deal at the mall. When I pull over the police officer approaches my window, and tells me what I did wrong. Obviously I was speeding. After receiving a warning from the police officer, I am back on the road to the mall, this time being very careful not to speed. Finally we pull into the mall parking lot. We get there two hours before the mall opens, but there is already a line of at least twenty-five to thirty people. We run out of the car door sprinting in the line.
We’ve been in line for about an hour and a half completely not noticing the other people that were around us. The time had slowly ticked by, as if I was waiting to meet the president or something. Finally it was down to the final 5 minutes , then the final 4, all the way until the 30 second countdown began. It starts, 30, 29, the noise around me is so loud, and so exciting, you could feel the adrenaline all around. The final moment that I had waited for was finally a matter of seconds away. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. The doors slowly open, and there is a mad rush into the mall. The mall was like the perfect start to my fairytale. All lit up with the Christmas decorations. It felt like it was just me, my friends, and the mall. Everything was perfect.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Dead Men's Path
A promotion, a wife, and a new job at a school. How much better could it get for Michael Obi? Not much... so he thought. The"Dead Mens Path" had been there for a long time, and had always been an important memory for the people that lived in that town. This path was a way of transportation for the deceased loved ones, little did Michael know that this path would be an attitude changing experience for him, and his wife.
At the beginning of this short story the wife is still selfish and prideful. When the wife finds out about the promotion she is excited...but for herself. The wife was excited to make a beautiful garden with "yellow, and red roses" and was excited to show it off to all of the other wives at Mr. Obi's new job, to her disappointment though she found out that all of his colleagues were young, and single. Mr. Obi reassures her that it's ok, and that it is a good thing because then the men that are working to build the school, will be able to dedicate their time to the school. It is at this point when the attitudes start to change in the two main character's life. Mrs. Obi is now starting to be more understanding, and is trying to be helpful to Mr. Obi.
It was always obvious that Mr. Obi was very excited, and very dedicated to his job,but he starts to become too overpowering, and to caught up in his school and what he wants, that he forgets about the importance of his community, and the people that are going to actually attending the school. Mr. Obi becomes heartless and egotistical. Mr. Obi kept on thinking about himself, and what he wanted. Mr. Obi didn't want the path there. This again shows how Mr. Obi was not compromising, but was continuing to be self centered. Mr. Obi was being reluctant to even considering a compromise. What's so wrong with just leaving the tradition there?
The school path had always been an important part of this town's life. Many people would wonder, what is so important about a path in the back of a school yard? But the importance of it is that it was a place that was believed to be traveled by the dead ancestors. The people believed that if they got rid of the path, then they would get rid of the relationship with the dead people, and that they would lose "communication".
This again shows how that Michael is continuing to be self centered, because he won't leave the path alone and wants everything to be his way. Mr. Obi definitely learned his lesson not to mess with things of the past, and got all of his gardens and his school yard torn up.This is a great lesson that can be learned for many people; compromise will always make both people happy.
At the beginning of this short story the wife is still selfish and prideful. When the wife finds out about the promotion she is excited...but for herself. The wife was excited to make a beautiful garden with "yellow, and red roses" and was excited to show it off to all of the other wives at Mr. Obi's new job, to her disappointment though she found out that all of his colleagues were young, and single. Mr. Obi reassures her that it's ok, and that it is a good thing because then the men that are working to build the school, will be able to dedicate their time to the school. It is at this point when the attitudes start to change in the two main character's life. Mrs. Obi is now starting to be more understanding, and is trying to be helpful to Mr. Obi.
It was always obvious that Mr. Obi was very excited, and very dedicated to his job,but he starts to become too overpowering, and to caught up in his school and what he wants, that he forgets about the importance of his community, and the people that are going to actually attending the school. Mr. Obi becomes heartless and egotistical. Mr. Obi kept on thinking about himself, and what he wanted. Mr. Obi didn't want the path there. This again shows how Mr. Obi was not compromising, but was continuing to be self centered. Mr. Obi was being reluctant to even considering a compromise. What's so wrong with just leaving the tradition there?
The school path had always been an important part of this town's life. Many people would wonder, what is so important about a path in the back of a school yard? But the importance of it is that it was a place that was believed to be traveled by the dead ancestors. The people believed that if they got rid of the path, then they would get rid of the relationship with the dead people, and that they would lose "communication".
This again shows how that Michael is continuing to be self centered, because he won't leave the path alone and wants everything to be his way. Mr. Obi definitely learned his lesson not to mess with things of the past, and got all of his gardens and his school yard torn up.This is a great lesson that can be learned for many people; compromise will always make both people happy.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
My Favorite Quotes
--"Lets become little old ladies together. We'll stay up late looking at old pictures, telling "Remember When" stories and laughing until our sides ache. Lets become eccentric together the ladies who take long walks wear silly hats and get away with acting outrageous in public places. And if anybody should ask how long we've been friends, we'll say "Oh forever since before you were ever born". Let's become little old ladies together because a friendship as special as ours can only grow better through the years."
--"The best accessory a girl can have are her best friends"- Paris Hilton
--"Best Friends are hard to find cause all the best ones are mine."
--"You're the friend I can be a complete idiot with, and no matter what, you will stand there laughing with me, you're the friend I can get completely mad at and then having you stand there with a funny face, completely ignoring the fact that I'm mad at you, and just start bursting out laughing. You're the friend I can trust with everything, there isn't a thing I would doubt telling you because I trust you with my whole heart. You're the friend that has been through rough times with me & were still standing strong. You're the friend I would run to if in trouble. You're the friend who has always helped me out, and you know what? You're the friend that I consider my best friend.
--"Friendship like ours is hard to find, almost as impossible as nailing jello to a tree"
--"The best accessory a girl can have are her best friends"- Paris Hilton
--"Best Friends are hard to find cause all the best ones are mine."
--"You're the friend I can be a complete idiot with, and no matter what, you will stand there laughing with me, you're the friend I can get completely mad at and then having you stand there with a funny face, completely ignoring the fact that I'm mad at you, and just start bursting out laughing. You're the friend I can trust with everything, there isn't a thing I would doubt telling you because I trust you with my whole heart. You're the friend that has been through rough times with me & were still standing strong. You're the friend I would run to if in trouble. You're the friend who has always helped me out, and you know what? You're the friend that I consider my best friend.
--"Friendship like ours is hard to find, almost as impossible as nailing jello to a tree"
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Haiti Earthquake
“What’s Next For Haiti?”
By: Patricia Smith
What can America do for Haiti? There is a lot that we as Americans can do for Haiti, but all that we keep on giving them over and over again is money. If we are struggling with money here in America, why should we give millions of dollars over to Haiti. Americans should give some money to Haiti, but shouldn’t we give them more than just that? I think that the more we give our money away and all that we give away is money just shows that all we care about here in America is money. What happened to the love and the fact that people over there are starving to death?
Yes, Haiti is a very poor country, but something that they really need is soldiers going over there to help them with rebuilding homes, and giving food to families without any. I think that America should try to contribute to Haiti more than just with money. Haiti is a poor country that has just received a huge amount of money, and now needs more than just money. America needs to help Haiti recover from the loss of food, and other supplies.
The earthquake that came to Haiti was a devastating time for everyone including some American families that lost loved ones that were over there. Haiti has undergone many times of sadness and problems in the past, present, and most likely the future. Haiti is a very poor country, and the other devastating things that they have gone through have made things even worse for them such as other earthquakes, hurricanes, and other national disasters.
I believe that the author of this article was trying to show the severity of the earthquake and how Haiti needs our help. America has always been the country that if a country was in trouble, or even just a single person, we have been there to help. And I believe that we as American's should continue doing this. Also to continue doing this in everyday life. If it is something as small as helping an elderly lady cross the street, or something as big as risking your life for the other person's life. That is the American attitude that this country was first founded on and should continue to be.
By: Patricia Smith
What can America do for Haiti? There is a lot that we as Americans can do for Haiti, but all that we keep on giving them over and over again is money. If we are struggling with money here in America, why should we give millions of dollars over to Haiti. Americans should give some money to Haiti, but shouldn’t we give them more than just that? I think that the more we give our money away and all that we give away is money just shows that all we care about here in America is money. What happened to the love and the fact that people over there are starving to death?
Yes, Haiti is a very poor country, but something that they really need is soldiers going over there to help them with rebuilding homes, and giving food to families without any. I think that America should try to contribute to Haiti more than just with money. Haiti is a poor country that has just received a huge amount of money, and now needs more than just money. America needs to help Haiti recover from the loss of food, and other supplies.
The earthquake that came to Haiti was a devastating time for everyone including some American families that lost loved ones that were over there. Haiti has undergone many times of sadness and problems in the past, present, and most likely the future. Haiti is a very poor country, and the other devastating things that they have gone through have made things even worse for them such as other earthquakes, hurricanes, and other national disasters.
I believe that the author of this article was trying to show the severity of the earthquake and how Haiti needs our help. America has always been the country that if a country was in trouble, or even just a single person, we have been there to help. And I believe that we as American's should continue doing this. Also to continue doing this in everyday life. If it is something as small as helping an elderly lady cross the street, or something as big as risking your life for the other person's life. That is the American attitude that this country was first founded on and should continue to be.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
"The Raven" by: Edgar Allan Poe
What would it be like to wake up in the middle of the night and hear "tapping" thinking to yourself, "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--
Only this and nothing more." This is exactly what the author writes in his poem "The Raven" written by Edgar Allan Poe. Edgar Allen Poe has written many poems, and short stories, all consisting of numerous symbols, some hidden, and some not as hidden.
Imagine this, you're at an old house, and you're all by yourself, you've been trying to fall asleep for hours upon hours, but it just seems like there is someone or something waiting there. What time would it usually be? Midnight. Midnight is often times used in stories, poems, and even movies to display that something bad is going to happen. This is the first symbol that is seen in this poem. Midnight is the fourth word that is written in this poem. " Once upon a midnight dreary..." As if the author wanted the setting the scene to be even more sad, and dark he adds the word dreary right after the word midnight,adding to the effect of the darkness. This is the first of many symbols leading up to a dark, and mysterious poem.
The next symbol in this story was the chamber door. If you were babysitting your little brother or sister, and you are playing a make-believe game, and your brother or sister decides that you need to go to the dungeon chamber. Would this be a place of happiness, or a place that you would be excited about going to? No. This would be a dark cold place, where little mice, are crawling along at your feet, and the floors, and walls are all cement, keeping you trapped inside. Maybe this is what the author was trying to symbolize. Or maybe it was something else. Maybe it was the opposite, maybe his "chamber door" was a place for him to get away, maybe it was the peaceful place that he needed to go to that would keep him safe, and keep him away from the cold "December" outdoors.
"Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December". Already we have the word December, which is a time of year where things are dying, and turning, brown, and the days are getting, shorter and darker. Another symbol of darkness. To again add to that is the word in front of it. Bleak. The Oxford Pocket American Dictionary of Current English's definition for Bleak is this, "unpromising, dreary". Probably not a word that would be used in happy poem about love, or happiness. But then shortly after this symbol is used we find another symbol. This symbol is the color "purple". "And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain". The color purple often times symbolizes royalty, wealth, or importance. So although we have the dreary dark symbols we then come upon this almost, happy symbol. The poem says "the rustling of each purple curtain". Because purple is often thought of as a royal color, and sometimes, some of the most royal people are sought after to be killed, could there have possibly been something, or someone behind that curtain, that was after the author of this poem? Poe says that his heart started beating faster, and he kept repeating the same phrase over and over again. "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; this it is and nothing more." This clearly shows that Poe is starting to get very concerned about something.
The poem goes on and then Poe starts talking to whoever or whatever is there"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I opened wide the door--Darkness there and nothing more." The first symbol that is seen here is Poe opening the door wide, this symbolizes that he was opening the door to new oppurtunity's, perhaps it was just a visitor that was at his door, or perhaps it was something else. The next symbol that is seen in this short excerpt is when poe says "darkness there and nothing more". This shows that all that was there was pure darkness. Darkness also however symbolizes evil, so maybe there was something, or someone there but the person or object was evil, and the only way Poe could think to describe him or her, was as darkness.
The next large important thing that happens, is when the raven comes in. "Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore." Poe describes the Raven as stately. How could just a bird be so stately, and have so much power, it was all in his eyes. "And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming". When he looked into his eyes he saw something that was out of the ordinary something scary, something demonic. The thing that he saw, was pure evil.If Poe says that the eyes of the Raven that he was looking into the eyes of a demon that was dreaming. What would a demon dream of? Probably something not very pleasant. But then once you think more about it, and you think about when you look in someones eyes what do you see. You see a reflection of yourself.
Only this and nothing more." This is exactly what the author writes in his poem "The Raven" written by Edgar Allan Poe. Edgar Allen Poe has written many poems, and short stories, all consisting of numerous symbols, some hidden, and some not as hidden.
Imagine this, you're at an old house, and you're all by yourself, you've been trying to fall asleep for hours upon hours, but it just seems like there is someone or something waiting there. What time would it usually be? Midnight. Midnight is often times used in stories, poems, and even movies to display that something bad is going to happen. This is the first symbol that is seen in this poem. Midnight is the fourth word that is written in this poem. " Once upon a midnight dreary..." As if the author wanted the setting the scene to be even more sad, and dark he adds the word dreary right after the word midnight,adding to the effect of the darkness. This is the first of many symbols leading up to a dark, and mysterious poem.
The next symbol in this story was the chamber door. If you were babysitting your little brother or sister, and you are playing a make-believe game, and your brother or sister decides that you need to go to the dungeon chamber. Would this be a place of happiness, or a place that you would be excited about going to? No. This would be a dark cold place, where little mice, are crawling along at your feet, and the floors, and walls are all cement, keeping you trapped inside. Maybe this is what the author was trying to symbolize. Or maybe it was something else. Maybe it was the opposite, maybe his "chamber door" was a place for him to get away, maybe it was the peaceful place that he needed to go to that would keep him safe, and keep him away from the cold "December" outdoors.
"Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December". Already we have the word December, which is a time of year where things are dying, and turning, brown, and the days are getting, shorter and darker. Another symbol of darkness. To again add to that is the word in front of it. Bleak. The Oxford Pocket American Dictionary of Current English's definition for Bleak is this, "unpromising, dreary". Probably not a word that would be used in happy poem about love, or happiness. But then shortly after this symbol is used we find another symbol. This symbol is the color "purple". "And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain". The color purple often times symbolizes royalty, wealth, or importance. So although we have the dreary dark symbols we then come upon this almost, happy symbol. The poem says "the rustling of each purple curtain". Because purple is often thought of as a royal color, and sometimes, some of the most royal people are sought after to be killed, could there have possibly been something, or someone behind that curtain, that was after the author of this poem? Poe says that his heart started beating faster, and he kept repeating the same phrase over and over again. "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; this it is and nothing more." This clearly shows that Poe is starting to get very concerned about something.
The poem goes on and then Poe starts talking to whoever or whatever is there"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I opened wide the door--Darkness there and nothing more." The first symbol that is seen here is Poe opening the door wide, this symbolizes that he was opening the door to new oppurtunity's, perhaps it was just a visitor that was at his door, or perhaps it was something else. The next symbol that is seen in this short excerpt is when poe says "darkness there and nothing more". This shows that all that was there was pure darkness. Darkness also however symbolizes evil, so maybe there was something, or someone there but the person or object was evil, and the only way Poe could think to describe him or her, was as darkness.
The next large important thing that happens, is when the raven comes in. "Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore." Poe describes the Raven as stately. How could just a bird be so stately, and have so much power, it was all in his eyes. "And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming". When he looked into his eyes he saw something that was out of the ordinary something scary, something demonic. The thing that he saw, was pure evil.If Poe says that the eyes of the Raven that he was looking into the eyes of a demon that was dreaming. What would a demon dream of? Probably something not very pleasant. But then once you think more about it, and you think about when you look in someones eyes what do you see. You see a reflection of yourself.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Creative Essay
I was twenty-three and working at American Eagle at the local mall. Every day it was the same thing. I would wake up, get ready, and pick up my friend who also worked at American Eagle. Every day was always the same thing, but little did I know that today when I turned the street things would be different.
"Beep, Beep, Beep." My alarm blairs. I'm off to pick up Stephanie. Stpehanie and I had been best friends since we were two. We've always told each other everything. But ever since Stephanie's and my mom died in a car crash together we have become even closer. It is like she is my sister, except not the kind of sister's that fight, the kind that totally get everything about each other and don't care how bad we look or how weird we act, we've just always been there for each other, and if she were ever gone from my life I'm not sure how I would live. It's 6:30 and still dark out, as I turn the corner onto her street I see an ambulance, firetruck, and 3 police cars parked outside of her house. "Oh well, I'm sure it's not Stephanie," I think to myself. We've been best friends since 3rd grade. Someone would have called me if something had happened...right? After all I was her boyfriend, and her best friend.
As I get closer I see that it is Stephanie's house that is in trouble. I try to stay positive and think, "Maybe it wasn't Stephanie that was injured maybe it was someone else." I pull up to the car and see that the whole house had been burned. A fire had started late in the night and had burned the house practically all the way to the ground. I run over and talk to the neighbor's about what had happened, just as I get over there and begin talking, I see Stephanie come out of the house all rapped up in a stretcher and looking almost as burnt as the turkey I tried cooking for her that thanksgiving. I immediately run over and make sure that she is still alive and conscious. She was alive, but she wasn't conscious. "Sir I'm going to have to ask you to leave unless you are a close relative." The EMT says as I walk next to Stephanie. "No sir, I say this is my girlfriend, and I was going to propose to her this morning." The EMT thinks about it but with resistance he let's me on the ambulance.
Slowly she starts to wake up and becomes conscious. As she wakes up a tear trickles down my face. This was my girlfriend that was lying here and even though she was burnt from head to toe she was looking as beautiful as ever. I couldn't' believe that I almsot lost her.I think to myself "wow I am so lucky to have this girl be my girlfriend and hopefully future fiancé." I couldn't find the words to say to her as she stared at me and I stared at her. So I said the first thing that popped in my head. "Stephanie, I love you."
I couldn't wait any longer, so I slowly got down on my knee and said "Stephanie sitting here with you made me realize that I never want to live without you, almost having you out of my life forever was the worst thought that ever came to my mind, so I'm asking you today Stephanie, will you marry me?"
Even though all she could get out of her mouth was a simple "yes" it was enough to bring both of us to tears."
"Beep, Beep, Beep." My alarm blairs. I'm off to pick up Stephanie. Stpehanie and I had been best friends since we were two. We've always told each other everything. But ever since Stephanie's and my mom died in a car crash together we have become even closer. It is like she is my sister, except not the kind of sister's that fight, the kind that totally get everything about each other and don't care how bad we look or how weird we act, we've just always been there for each other, and if she were ever gone from my life I'm not sure how I would live. It's 6:30 and still dark out, as I turn the corner onto her street I see an ambulance, firetruck, and 3 police cars parked outside of her house. "Oh well, I'm sure it's not Stephanie," I think to myself. We've been best friends since 3rd grade. Someone would have called me if something had happened...right? After all I was her boyfriend, and her best friend.
As I get closer I see that it is Stephanie's house that is in trouble. I try to stay positive and think, "Maybe it wasn't Stephanie that was injured maybe it was someone else." I pull up to the car and see that the whole house had been burned. A fire had started late in the night and had burned the house practically all the way to the ground. I run over and talk to the neighbor's about what had happened, just as I get over there and begin talking, I see Stephanie come out of the house all rapped up in a stretcher and looking almost as burnt as the turkey I tried cooking for her that thanksgiving. I immediately run over and make sure that she is still alive and conscious. She was alive, but she wasn't conscious. "Sir I'm going to have to ask you to leave unless you are a close relative." The EMT says as I walk next to Stephanie. "No sir, I say this is my girlfriend, and I was going to propose to her this morning." The EMT thinks about it but with resistance he let's me on the ambulance.
Slowly she starts to wake up and becomes conscious. As she wakes up a tear trickles down my face. This was my girlfriend that was lying here and even though she was burnt from head to toe she was looking as beautiful as ever. I couldn't' believe that I almsot lost her.I think to myself "wow I am so lucky to have this girl be my girlfriend and hopefully future fiancé." I couldn't find the words to say to her as she stared at me and I stared at her. So I said the first thing that popped in my head. "Stephanie, I love you."
I couldn't wait any longer, so I slowly got down on my knee and said "Stephanie sitting here with you made me realize that I never want to live without you, almost having you out of my life forever was the worst thought that ever came to my mind, so I'm asking you today Stephanie, will you marry me?"
Even though all she could get out of her mouth was a simple "yes" it was enough to bring both of us to tears."
Thursday, January 21, 2010
"The Story of An Hour"
What all could happen in just an hour? Death, and life can happen in a matter of seconds; so much more could happen in an hour. This is seen in the short story “The Story of an Hour” by Kate Chapin. In this story there are many symbols about tragedy, and other sad things that happen in this story. To most “normal” people the death of your husband would be incredibly sad, but to the main character Mrs. Mallard it is happy. Walking up the stairs into her room she is “mourning” but the distinct symbols around her hint that maybe she is actually happy.
The first symbol is when Mrs. Mallard walks up the stairs. Once she walks up the stairs “good” things start happening to her. Some of the things that happen are her husband dies. You wouldn’t think that Mrs. Mallard is happy because she is crying and doesn’t seem happy, but as you read further into the story and as you, look at the symbols that are hinted at it is looking as though she is happy. How could life seem happy when someone just died?
The second symbol that shows that she is happy is that it is springtime outside. Spring is a time of new life and the beginning of growth. Mrs. Mallard thought that since her husband was “dead” she could start a new life and have a new beginning. Often times in spring it rains. In this particular story it is raining out, but not a hard stormy rain, it is just a nice gentle springtime rain to water the plants. The rain symbolizes washing bad things from her past when her husband was alive away.
When Mrs. Mallard went upstairs into her room she opened a window. The opening of the window represents new opportunities. Now that Mrs. Mallard was a widow she would receive more attention, and was “free.” On page 553 this section shows how she was yelling free. “When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under her breath: Free, free, free!” This displays the freedom that she felt when her husband died and she was alone.
After opening the window the blue skies from outside are seen and let in a clean fresh feeling in Mrs. Mallards’ life. Think of a warm spring day. What is one of the things that first comes to mind? Green grass, flowers, a bright sun, and blue skies. When there is a blue sky outside things are usually happy, and warm.
When Mrs. Mallard found out that her husband “died” things were good, and happy, but now that he isn’t dead things get bad again. Mrs. Mallard starts going down the stairs. Going down the stairs usually symbolizes bad things, just the direction down is a sign of bad things. Maybe things would be different in this story though, maybe when she went down the stairs something good would happen, but no, she reaches the bottom of the stairs and collapses dead. When the doctors came “it was too late.” “When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease-of joy that kills.” That’s what the doctor’s thought, but could it be the opposite? For Mrs. Mallard it was.
The first symbol is when Mrs. Mallard walks up the stairs. Once she walks up the stairs “good” things start happening to her. Some of the things that happen are her husband dies. You wouldn’t think that Mrs. Mallard is happy because she is crying and doesn’t seem happy, but as you read further into the story and as you, look at the symbols that are hinted at it is looking as though she is happy. How could life seem happy when someone just died?
The second symbol that shows that she is happy is that it is springtime outside. Spring is a time of new life and the beginning of growth. Mrs. Mallard thought that since her husband was “dead” she could start a new life and have a new beginning. Often times in spring it rains. In this particular story it is raining out, but not a hard stormy rain, it is just a nice gentle springtime rain to water the plants. The rain symbolizes washing bad things from her past when her husband was alive away.
When Mrs. Mallard went upstairs into her room she opened a window. The opening of the window represents new opportunities. Now that Mrs. Mallard was a widow she would receive more attention, and was “free.” On page 553 this section shows how she was yelling free. “When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under her breath: Free, free, free!” This displays the freedom that she felt when her husband died and she was alone.
After opening the window the blue skies from outside are seen and let in a clean fresh feeling in Mrs. Mallards’ life. Think of a warm spring day. What is one of the things that first comes to mind? Green grass, flowers, a bright sun, and blue skies. When there is a blue sky outside things are usually happy, and warm.
When Mrs. Mallard found out that her husband “died” things were good, and happy, but now that he isn’t dead things get bad again. Mrs. Mallard starts going down the stairs. Going down the stairs usually symbolizes bad things, just the direction down is a sign of bad things. Maybe things would be different in this story though, maybe when she went down the stairs something good would happen, but no, she reaches the bottom of the stairs and collapses dead. When the doctors came “it was too late.” “When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease-of joy that kills.” That’s what the doctor’s thought, but could it be the opposite? For Mrs. Mallard it was.
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