First Review:
Eclipse
Eclipse is the third book in a series of four and Stephenie Meyer makes it just as enticing as the first two. Edward and the rest of the beautiful vampires are battling to save Bella from Victoria, an evil vampire plotting to kill Bella in revenge, all the while dealing with the werewolfs who want the vampires out of Forks. The plot has many ups and downs but centers on the final battle with Victoria, which is both alarming and bloody. The story is still a delight with the same banter of the old Bella and Edward but it changes when Edward wants something more serious from her. Bella's need to be immortal for Edward is ever changing when the date to change her into a vampire occurs. The readers will become even more engrossed in the story when this takes place. Love, passion, and death are the motifs of this novel. Meyer does a wonderful job of staying true to the series look on Bella and Edward's love but invents new motifs of passion and death. Which are both tear jerking and make the reader want more. Meyer's style is flowing and smooth with her word choice and the fact she doesn't overwhelm the reader with too much detail. Meyer's story Eclipse may be demonstrated in this quote, " The kiss frightened me. There was too much tension, too strong an edge to the way his lips crushed mine- like he was afraid we had only so much time left to us."
Review 2
Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone
Harry Potter is an enticing story that provides the reader to escape into fantasy land. JK Rowling does a fantastic job of creating a movie in a reader's mind and letting them make up some of the details. Harry Potter lives with his aunt and uncle, who treats him terrible, when he is practically shoved into a new life. He found out that he is a wizard and started school at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. While at his first-year, Ron, Hermione, and Hagrid, helped him to discover his famous past with Lord Voldemort. Many ups and downs in the plot reveal Harry once again saving the magical world from Lord Voldemort. This book is a page turner in that Rowling never stops the action. The one downfall to the story is the beginning drags on more then the reader wants. I don't want to keep hearing how awful Harry's aunt and uncle are, I mean we all get it from the first chapter. The theme of this story is finding oneself and Harry has a hard time finding exactly who he is and what he wants. Rowling's style and word choice reflects greatly on young readers who flock to the series. The quote that uncovers some of the plot is, "Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love."
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Meeting with the President
I guess one of the first things I would say is congratulations. I'd tell him about my concerns for higher taxes and how that would help the economy. I would also ask him if he's weary about the senate, congress and now the presidency being all democratic and how that will help unite America. Why is it that Democratic have jumped on change in this campaign when the senate and congress have both been dominated by Democrats for the past two years. Why hasn't anything changed their? The main idea I would like to speak with him about is the fact that his whole campaign was to reunite America and make us be proud of our country, so how is he actually going to do that? What are his exact policies? I think their is a difference between preaching for change and actually having change and I want to know his action plan. And then I would say thank you for your time.
In four years, I don't think much will change. I think the economy, energy, housing market, and the war will still be the same issues facing us today. I don't think a president can turn around all of these issues in four years. I think its more up to the people of America then the president. That's like saying one man can change everything, and I don't believe that. I think that in four years there will be a turn around in maybe the senate and congress because the new administration may to be radical for the American people to reunite. I hope that the economy will turn around and people will have more pride in their country. I think issues that face me in 4 years will be college and money. I will be focusing on my future, my job, how to pay for college, etc.
I honestly have no idea what will happen in 2035. I honestly cant predict what new issues we will face as a nation and i cant even guess! I hope I'm happily married and have kids and a good job and am comfortable and live somewhere nice!
In four years, I don't think much will change. I think the economy, energy, housing market, and the war will still be the same issues facing us today. I don't think a president can turn around all of these issues in four years. I think its more up to the people of America then the president. That's like saying one man can change everything, and I don't believe that. I think that in four years there will be a turn around in maybe the senate and congress because the new administration may to be radical for the American people to reunite. I hope that the economy will turn around and people will have more pride in their country. I think issues that face me in 4 years will be college and money. I will be focusing on my future, my job, how to pay for college, etc.
I honestly have no idea what will happen in 2035. I honestly cant predict what new issues we will face as a nation and i cant even guess! I hope I'm happily married and have kids and a good job and am comfortable and live somewhere nice!
Thursday, October 30, 2008
HALLOWEEN
BOOOO! Oh the joys of Hallows Eve... trick or treating, costumes, the sorting, the staying up 'late'. Hmm how I miss those days! Now, I have to dress in a cute costume, go to a party, actually stay up late, and i get absolutely no candy. How stupid is that?! I just really would love to be little again and dress up as a witch! I do love Halloween though, and thanksgiving, and Christmas! only 4 weeks away till the holidays start! I can't wait for the Christmas music and fun festive baking... and TWILIGHT to come out!!! As you can see I'm a little scatter brained today but oh well! happy Halloween!
Monday, October 13, 2008
metaphor poem
My prison
The bars between us,
the shackles to my ankles holding me back,
my willingness to break the rules for you,
the torture I feel in my cold cell with you sleeping far far away,
what I do not know will hurt me with wonder,
what I can not tell you will kill me with suppression,
the cement wall between will never be breached
but only dreamt about in far away fantasies,
Sleepless nights surround me with endless cycles of nothingness,
nothingness may carry hope but will only last until the final ring of the awakening,
the torture coincides with the routines of my fate toward death,
my knowledge of where I am to report at every moment is without my love,
without my soul, without my destiny, my freedom, my love
I do wish to be free from the constraints and hold you once more without threat.
Second draft: Free me my love
The bars between us,
the shackles to my ankles holding me back,
my knowledge of where I am to report at every moment is without my love,
without my soul, without my destiny, my freedom, my love
my willingness to break the rules for you,
the torture I feel in my cold cell with you sleeping far far away,
what I do not know will hurt me with wonder,
what I cannot tell you will kill me with suppression,
the cement wall between us will never be breached
but only dreamt about in far away fantasies,
Sleepless nights surround me with endless cycles of nothingness,
nothingness may carry hope but will only last until the final ring of the awakening,
the torture coincides with the routines of my fate toward death,
I do wish to be free from those constraints,
Hold you once more without threat,
So free me you foul, who hold the power I wish you leave behind,
Free me or leave me for my heart will not sit in a cell till death.
The bars between us,
the shackles to my ankles holding me back,
my willingness to break the rules for you,
the torture I feel in my cold cell with you sleeping far far away,
what I do not know will hurt me with wonder,
what I can not tell you will kill me with suppression,
the cement wall between will never be breached
but only dreamt about in far away fantasies,
Sleepless nights surround me with endless cycles of nothingness,
nothingness may carry hope but will only last until the final ring of the awakening,
the torture coincides with the routines of my fate toward death,
my knowledge of where I am to report at every moment is without my love,
without my soul, without my destiny, my freedom, my love
I do wish to be free from the constraints and hold you once more without threat.
Second draft: Free me my love
The bars between us,
the shackles to my ankles holding me back,
my knowledge of where I am to report at every moment is without my love,
without my soul, without my destiny, my freedom, my love
my willingness to break the rules for you,
the torture I feel in my cold cell with you sleeping far far away,
what I do not know will hurt me with wonder,
what I cannot tell you will kill me with suppression,
the cement wall between us will never be breached
but only dreamt about in far away fantasies,
Sleepless nights surround me with endless cycles of nothingness,
nothingness may carry hope but will only last until the final ring of the awakening,
the torture coincides with the routines of my fate toward death,
I do wish to be free from those constraints,
Hold you once more without threat,
So free me you foul, who hold the power I wish you leave behind,
Free me or leave me for my heart will not sit in a cell till death.
words
Rhythm: movement or procedure with uniform or patterned recurrence of a beat, accent, or the like.
Rhyme scheme: the pattern of rhymes used in a poem, usually marked by letters to symbolize correspondences, as rhyme royal, ababbcc.
Alliteration: the commencement of two or more stressed syllables of a word group either with the same consonant sound or sound group (consonantal alliteration), as in from stem to stern, or with a vowel sound that may differ from syllable to syllable (vocalic alliteration), as in each to all.
Anaphora: Also called epanaphora. Rhetoric. repetition of a word or words at the beginning of two or more successive verses, clauses, or sentences.
Consonance: correspondence of sounds; harmony of sounds.
Assonance: resemblance of sounds.
Rhyme scheme: the pattern of rhymes used in a poem, usually marked by letters to symbolize correspondences, as rhyme royal, ababbcc.
Alliteration: the commencement of two or more stressed syllables of a word group either with the same consonant sound or sound group (consonantal alliteration), as in from stem to stern, or with a vowel sound that may differ from syllable to syllable (vocalic alliteration), as in each to all.
Anaphora: Also called epanaphora. Rhetoric. repetition of a word or words at the beginning of two or more successive verses, clauses, or sentences.
Consonance: correspondence of sounds; harmony of sounds.
Assonance: resemblance of sounds.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Oct. 7th
Onto a new chapter in my life. Onto new things, new experiences, changes, freedom, NEW. I've never been able to go home from school since the 8th grade. I have always gone straight through the windowless halls to the windowless gym till 6:30pm and ventured outside to the dark cold weather. I, for the first time ever, get to drive home in the cheeriest of the day, when its light out! I no longer have to recover from a long day of school with another mind encompassing activity. I no longer have to put on tights and a tank top and stand in a cool gym. I am totally free to get a job, get my homework done right after school, go to any sporting event I want to, eat inbetween lunch and dinner! I cannot believe the amount of things I will be able to do with my new found time!
Love and love is like a...
Samuel Daniel Love is a Sickness
Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows,
Most barren with best using. Why so?
More we enjoy it, more it dies; If not enjoy'd, it sighing cries-- Heigh ho!
Love is a torment of the mind, A tempest everlasting; And Jove hath made it of a kind
Not well, nor full nor fasting. Why so?
More we enjoy it, more it dies; If not enjoy'd, it sighing cries-- Heigh ho!
http://www.poetry.com/lovepoems/lovepoems.asp
The theme of this poem is that love if basically a spell. If you give in to the spell and it casts over you then it will hurt you. If you refuse it, you will forever be unhappy in your life.
The author uses metaphors and similes to demonstrate love as a 'torment of the mind', a 'tempest'. The reader understands how Daniel views love by what he compares it to.
LOVE IS LIKE A...
Love is like an enchanted forest filled with scary and surprising events, leaving you wanting for more.
Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows,
Most barren with best using. Why so?
More we enjoy it, more it dies; If not enjoy'd, it sighing cries-- Heigh ho!
Love is a torment of the mind, A tempest everlasting; And Jove hath made it of a kind
Not well, nor full nor fasting. Why so?
More we enjoy it, more it dies; If not enjoy'd, it sighing cries-- Heigh ho!
http://www.poetry.com/lovepoems/lovepoems.asp
The theme of this poem is that love if basically a spell. If you give in to the spell and it casts over you then it will hurt you. If you refuse it, you will forever be unhappy in your life.
The author uses metaphors and similes to demonstrate love as a 'torment of the mind', a 'tempest'. The reader understands how Daniel views love by what he compares it to.
LOVE IS LIKE A...
Love is like an enchanted forest filled with scary and surprising events, leaving you wanting for more.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Poem...
Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
I chose this poem because it makes the most sense out of any poem I read. I think poetry is very confusing and I have trouble understanding the meaning of it, so i tried to choose a poem that I could understand and didn't have to look up words in the dictionary.
The title, Where the Sidewalk Ends, makes sense in this poem because it said at every 4Th line pretty much. It is also what the poem is about. It's about the ending of a sidewalk or end of an era, end of something. So the title makes a lot of sense after reading the poem a couple times.
Two poetic devices that stand out to me are rhyme and imagery. Rhyme in this poem is very important to the flow. The rhyme in the first stanza, "And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright," makes the flow of the poem graceful and the reader may find it easier to read. Imagery is shown throughout the poem and it makes the reader in vision everything the author is writing. The second stanza describes this beautifully, "Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends." The reader can picture this like they're in fact there on the side walk. These devices add to the poem as a whole.
I think the tone of this poem is somewhat sad but also excited. Sad that the sidewalk is ending and that it has to end sometime, but happy that they are moving on. When the author describes the sidewalk and puts detail into what it looks like shows how much he cares about the sidewalk. The reader might then see him not wanting to leave the sidewalk. But I also see in the word choice that the sidewalk has to end sometime and that their is something else out there.
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
I chose this poem because it makes the most sense out of any poem I read. I think poetry is very confusing and I have trouble understanding the meaning of it, so i tried to choose a poem that I could understand and didn't have to look up words in the dictionary.
The title, Where the Sidewalk Ends, makes sense in this poem because it said at every 4Th line pretty much. It is also what the poem is about. It's about the ending of a sidewalk or end of an era, end of something. So the title makes a lot of sense after reading the poem a couple times.
Two poetic devices that stand out to me are rhyme and imagery. Rhyme in this poem is very important to the flow. The rhyme in the first stanza, "And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright," makes the flow of the poem graceful and the reader may find it easier to read. Imagery is shown throughout the poem and it makes the reader in vision everything the author is writing. The second stanza describes this beautifully, "Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends." The reader can picture this like they're in fact there on the side walk. These devices add to the poem as a whole.
I think the tone of this poem is somewhat sad but also excited. Sad that the sidewalk is ending and that it has to end sometime, but happy that they are moving on. When the author describes the sidewalk and puts detail into what it looks like shows how much he cares about the sidewalk. The reader might then see him not wanting to leave the sidewalk. But I also see in the word choice that the sidewalk has to end sometime and that their is something else out there.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
BLAH
So stressed, no time, too much to do, nervous. All of these things are running through my head at everyone moment when I think about the weeks to come. With all the responsibility of dance, I honestly cannot get excited for the vigorous 72 hours. Football kisses, potluck, pep fest, parade, potluck, football dance, then school dance- these are just the events. I have to get ribbons and outfits and sparkles and stars and so much more. I honestly want to be done so I don't have to worry about another thing. But then, I know when I run off the field for the last time next Friday, I will be sad and wish i had just one more game. I am so jumbled right now its not even funny.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Only in my dreams...
Schools is now a routine, no longer is it new and exciting, the homework is no longer a parent signature on a syllabus, it is now work. I am the silly girl holding on to the warm days of summer. The cool nights by a bonfire, the bright sun shinning through your open window in the morning, and sunburn face from the earlier day will be gone for 9 months. I dread the bitter mornings walking out to my lonely blue jeep, the daily scrapings of the frozen ice on my windshield, and the heavy jackets that you have to carry around throughout the day. I wish i wasn't turning white as each day races towards winter, I wish the sun would stay out a bit longer, and I wish more than anything that we didn't have to close my sparkling blue pool in my backyard. As the year unfolds, and I go along with it, I will dream every night of the summer days and carefree appearance. I will be in the world of no homework, no grades, and staying up all hours of the night. Of course for 9 months, these lovely fantasies will only be in my dreams...
Personal Narrative
Standing behind the chain link fence, behind the lights, behind the electricity of the crowd, behind all of it. I wasn't apart of it. I was watching with envy as my sister bounced onto the field in the familiar hornette run. i was entranced by the way they performed, the crowd eyeing their every move. Right then, that exact moment, I knew what I wanted.
Comments or any suggestions to better this passage please tell me!!
Comments or any suggestions to better this passage please tell me!!
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Discover
Never once have I ventured into the world of "blogging". Each entry in my small pink journal rings true to my old fashion ways of writing. Scribbling out sentences I dislike, tapping noisily on the top corner of the page, and filling up the blue lines that ride horizontally remind me of clearing emotions from my inner self. This new way of writing, of putting myself out to the world, is somewhat deceptive. Sitting here in the computer lab seems somewhat private, except for the two students sitting on either side of me. It seems as though I am writing for my own sake, like always, but actually I am not. See I am beginning to realize that this will not just be put away in my second drawer of my desk, or reread once in a few years to be a humor source for me and my family, or whomever I choose to share this with. See now, I no longer have the choice, I no longer choose. This may be read by all who blog, by all who care, by all who may just stumble upon it. Does this scare me? Yes. Will it stop me from writing my true feelings that I only share with my journal? Maybe. As my journey on this "blogging" website unfolds, maybe my writing will change, or I will. Maybe I wont stay shy with my love of forming sentences, maybe I'll branch out and become open and honest. And maybe I might just forget about all the people that MIGHT read this and become OK with the fact that others will fall upon this very blog.
Till next time...
Till next time...
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