The World Is Flat

The world is flat because if it wasn’t it would roll. Like a basketball or golf ball. When they get it they roll but the world just stays in one place. If it was round it would roll everywhere and we would feel it because we are on the world. We would feel it when it gets closer to the sun and farther away from the sun. The weather would change every five minutes. But since it takes 365 days for the earth to rotate the earth is flat. And moves slowly.

Turning Ten

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

 

In this peom it seems like he's having a mid- life cris (spelled wrong). And he doesnt know what to do with his self because he is turing this first big age

Questions

1. A fresh idea is that a yankee is a good person.I would define it as someone being modest and giving someone the benefit of a doubt. Consideration.
2. THese allusions give a better understanding of what they are talking about.
3.Compare and contrast. No, i think the writer was jsut making sure you understood the difference in between the two.

Why I Want A a Wife

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2. This repetition is in the story to tell you what type of wife she wants.
3. I dont think Bradley really wants this tpe of wife because she doesn't exist. Bradley probably wrote this story to show people how much the public expects of women back then and still today.
4. She defines it has a person in the house tat mainly takes care of everything and everybody in the house. I think Bradley's decription of what wives responsibilities and charaztization is a little over the top. A women can't do all of that by herself even though some women have to because their not married or husband is dead. It still a hard thing to do. I think she wanted her readers then to think about how much pressure society puts on women.
5. What I admire about about this story is how it makes you think. Especially if your a married man, (for some) it would make them think about all the pressure they put on their wives.

fables pt. 2

The Little Girl and the Wolf - The twist in the story is funny. You think the little girl is gonna fall for the same trick and then she pulls out an automatic. Moral: It is not so easy to fool little girls nowadays as it used to be.)

The Bear -  The bear was destruction no matter drunk or not. Moral: You might as well fall flat on your face as lean over too far backward.

The Birds and the Foxes - I didnt really get it. Moral: Government of the orioles, by the foxes, and for the foxes, must perish from the earth.

Fables

1. The Young Thief and His Mother - I believe this is soooooooooooo true if you train your child how tio act at home they wont show disobeist or dishonor in publice. Joke: Every teen girl that gets pregnant should puncg her mother in her stomach. (Get it). (: Moral -

Moral of Aesops Fable: Train up a child in the way he should go; and when he is
old he will not depart therefrom

2.The Mischievous Dog - Why didnt he just put the dog down if he was such a big problem? Moral -

Moral of Aesops Fable: Those who achieve notoriety often mistake it for fame.

3. The Man and His Two Wives - The man should have known better then to have two wives, NASTY! Moral -

Moral of Aesops Fable: Yield to all and you will soon have nothing to yield

4. The Milkmaid and the pail- I think this fable should teach people to think before you speak. Or worry about the present no the future. Moral - 

Moral of Aesops Fable: Do not count your chickens before they are hatched

5. The Thief and the House Dog- The dog knew better than to trust the thief because one he doesnt reguraly get feed at the time and two to him it look like a bibe. Moral -

Moral of Aesops Fable: He who offers bribes needs watching, for his intentions are not honest.

6. The Jay and the Peacock - Mayeb the Jay didnt want to be a Jay anymore so he tired to become a peacock. Moral -

Moral of Aesops Fable: It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds

7. Androcles - In real life this wouldnt happen. I would try to save a lion and it would still bite my head off so I'd watch it sit there in pain. Moral - 

Moral of Aesops Fable: Gratitude is the sign of noble souls

8. The Dog Invited to Supper - I dont understand it. Moral - 

Moral of Aesops Fable: Those who enter by the back stairs must not complain if they are thrown out by the window.

9. 

THE bEAUTY AND tHE BEAST fairytale/peom

Yum, chew the bloody flesh
The beast is once again the best

She tired to steal my shine
And because of that she is at rest

The pots told me she bad
I never ever listened

She tired to control my house
Make me look like a bad guy

I nursed her and feed her
Laid out my trap for my dinner

When she lay her head down
I showed my newly sharped teeth

Bye bye Bell
Have a goonights sleep.

Fairytales in ONE!

I spy with my little eye a mouse
A mouse is about with no cheese

Yum, chew the bloody flesh
The beast is once again the best

Swim Jack swim you will live
Rose you will live and be beautiful

Red, black, and clear ants
they cawl on you and you'll never know.

Go clean my room rat
you worthless little thing
you'll never marry a prince like me.

I bite and I bite and I bite
until little red is no more.

Off with their heads!
Now the bunny is dead.

Lady Gaga stands defeated
she wakes and is not a princesss.

lalalalalalalalalalalalalaala (bite)
Yumm, the bird is dead.

Valentine's Day

Roses are red. Violets are blue.

Even though I cant stand you. I still love you.

You nag me all the time.

Even about the things that are mine.

But you love me like a flower.

All around the hour.

We argue and fight, but we say.

I love you before the end of the night.

You been there for everything.

As I know you always will.

I want to tell you now, on Valentine's Day.

I love you, and I think you're really great.

You're everything a grandmother should be.

A cherished person I appreciate!

Facebook: My Addiction (underconstruction)

I dont agree with this article. Facebook isn't that addicting and shouldn't be taken thats serious. Facebook ruins people

I Believe in True Beauty by Tiffany (Underconstruction)

I believe that only a person can only be define how beautiful they are by how much they think they are. IN other words if yout hink you look average then so will everyone else. If you think your ugly then so will everyone is.

Bullying Never Stops Unless You Stop It

I agree with this article by Christina, the author of the blog, because bullying is wrong and can lead to more serious things than just cruel jokes. Like suicide nearly 10,000 or more teens die a year because of bullying, which results to them taking their own life. Bullying will never stop unless you speak up and be above the influence of bullying.

I Believe You Can Finish School with Little or No Friends

I agree with Marcus, the author of the blog, people believe they need friends in high school to make it. And to me thats pathetic. If you cant depend on yourself, you shouldn't depend on anyone else.

2/10/12 Guess what

            I bite into the succulent maize at my family reunion. Its juice fills my mouth, its has so much favor it feels like I’m biting into Heaven. “Whoever bought the corn did a good job picking it out.” I say to my grandma. She replies, “You gonna turn into a piece of corn if the only thing you eat is corn.” My grandma always nags to me that I will turn into a potatoes or piece of corn if that all I eat. O well, I wouldn’t mind. I think it would be pretty cool. I would deject myself out of the potatoes peels by eating my way out. I act in a defiant way and go get another piece of corn. I don’t care if she gets mad, I know by the end of day she will still see me in nativity manner. My whole genealogy is at the family reunion it’s the first time there has been no one missing. I’m sitting perpendicular from my cousin, Brianna, who I cant stand. She’s no better then anyone else but for some reason she thinks she is. The whole family has dispersed to the other side of the park. I start walking over that side to get away from my annoying little cousin.

Why?

            Personally, I think the whole thing was kind of stupid. Why? Because if their stories are so true why did they have to write them down? I can tell my whole life story and not have to think about it, not write it down no where. To me, them writing it down just made it a little bit phony. Plus everyone has a choice of what they do with their life. My father killed someone and is serving a life sentence but you don’t see me doing drugs or drinking alcohol like a fish. I grew up in an abusive home for seven years I watched my mother get beat up by men. She just took it like she deserved it or something mentally and physically. But I’m not out getting pregnant, doing drugs, in gangs, or drinking. I’m not going to knock their stories like they couldn’t have been true but why write it down? If its true tell it from your heart, not a piece of paper.

Just Another Crazy Story

Mike slings the black bag over his shoulder, taking out the trash out, on this usual dark cold January night. As he looks around he notices there's no one around. People were as scace as pigs flying in the sky. He notice the trash outside his house was full so he decided to go the neighbors house across the street to put the trash in there. He would have gone and put it in the Parkers trash can but after the party they had last night their trash was full. When walking across the street these ostetaious lights flashed in his eyes which caued him to hit the pavement and wake up in the hospital.
"Where am I?", he stuttered as he woke up suddenly. Mike surveyed his surroundings. he seemed to be in a hospital room. Not any ordinary hospital room though, it was nearly silent except for a droning noise from the outside. Mke limped to the window, but he was not prepared for what he saw. It was a splendid display of a post apocalyptic fantasy. Moss on every  board. The clock was ticking loudly, and he noticed fungus coming out of the walls.  This was a very unsual place and he was afarid of where he might be. Suddenly, while he was in deep thought a tall, dark figure entered the room.  The figure wore a long black cloack with the hood of the cloak on, so all you could see was his bright yellow eyes glowing from underneath the cloak. I had nothing to protect me. All I had next to me was a pile of rags and candle that i planned on lighting. The figure came closer to me so I stuck the rag in the hot wax from the candle and slapped it in the face. After slapping it in the face he said "This fragrence smells scrumptious.Where do i go from here?"  The fragrence smelled of blueberries.  All of a sudden I heard a loud buzzing noise.  "What could that be?" I wondered.  The buzzing sound seemed to last hours.  I felt a large shake a woke up.  I wonder what the quintessence of that dream was? It was soo fanastic when he saw his family walk through the door. He only got a glasp of them and he went into a killer mascule spasm and blacked out.
After days of sleeping he finally wakes up. A white coat is standing beside him. Its like being in a bouncer and having to throw up and everyone keeps jumping. Everything is blurry and then comes clear. "Hello." The white coat is talking to him. "Hi, where am I?" "Your in the hospital.You were in a car accident." "Who hit me?" A womens voice answers, "We don't know. The suspect it was a hit and run."
Looking around the room to see nothing in sight. "Who is there?" A hole opens in the wall as if its about to speak. "We are here." "And so am I" A floating white coat comes into the room. What is this? What's going on? Walls can't talk and coats don't fly. I must get out of here. Getting out of this bed is like trying to get out of a pool full of honey. "Why can't I get up?!" "Why would you want to get up? You're not going no where." "Yep, your gonna stay with us forever." "Let me out!"

Revising

My blog on almost getting kidnapped needs more descriptive details. An ending and dialogue.<-- (spelled that wrong).

Kidnapped

For most kids getting kidnapped is the scariest thing that can happen to you, when you’re little. For me, it was losing my Sprint and Hi-Ci mix drink. Walking home one day at 11 o’ clock at night from McDonalds. I almost got kidnapped. Me and my sister Deja are minding are own business, not brothering no one. Well, I guess some dudes riding around thought otherwise.

It was a cold, dark night, near fall time. My sister and I were at McDonalds eating are usual chicken sandwiches, a large fry (that we share), and our usual drink large Sprint and Hi-Ci mix. When I and my sister went to McDonalds, she always harassed them about her fries being fresh. If she didn’t see them take them out of the freezer or where ever, put them in the grease, and take them out the grease. It was a fight in McDonalds.
Deja, "Can you make sure my fries are fresh. I hate when ya'll try to give someone the same old fries that have been sitting there for an hour or probably longer."
Employee," Your fries will be fresh ma'am.
Deja, "Thank you."
* 5 minutes later
Employee, "Here's your fries.
Deja would always take a bite of her fries before walking away from the counter. She didnt care if it was lunch hour and twenty people were behind her, she was getting her fries how she wanted them. The look of sour milk and horse poo in the air is how I knew the fries weren't fresh.
Deja, "These fries aren't fresh! Try again!"
Me, "Take the dang fries and come on!"
Deja, "No if I'm paying for this, I'm going to make sure I get the best quality!"
Me, (rolling eyes) "Whatever."
*5 minuetes later again.
Employee, (with attitude) "Here's your fries!"
(Deja takes a bite once again to make sure her fries are fresh.)
Deja, "Don't have no attitude. If you would have got it right the first time, I wouldnt still be standing here. (Walks away).
Deja hated how fries tasted when they weren’t fresh so she would yell and scream until they were right. I kind feel bad for them because it’s always someone new that they hire that always catches my sister’s hell. Personally, I didn’t care as long as they were hot and I had my barbecue sauce with them. Deja on the other hand had to always cause trouble. :-/ Eventually, my sister and I would sit down, after she would yell for about fifteen minutes. If my sister went some where to eat, she always ate there. NO matter what. Why? Because that was her thing. A truck could be coming for the restaurant full speed and she probably wouldn’t move.

The walk home was cold as H E double hockey sticks! Yea, I said it. Me and my sister are dumber and dumber because all we have on is hoodies. And I still have this delicious, cold drink in my hand. Deja left hers because she thought it was too cold for it. Its dark outside but not as dark as it could be because we’re by the plaza and it has lights everywhere. If you were in a helicopter, it would look like a bunch of fire fighters. Me and Deja are walking and we see a tow truck. Tow truckers would always stop there to sleep because they knew everyone was scared of them and no one care if they were there as long as they didn’t mess with no one.
Me, "Didn't Paige say her real dad was a truck driver?
Deja, "Yea."
Me,"I wonder if her -----"

Well, we’re looking at the tow truck, some dudes ride pass in a red truck. They’re yelling something we didn't understand and waving their arms. They sound drunk or just stupid.
Deja and I look at each other and she says
“What did they say?!”
I shrug my shoulders and continue walking. We cross the street and now we are by the police station. Which we both notice is close. Now your thinking, “How can a police station be close?!” Well guess what, it was. The police in Sharon, Pennsylvania are as worthless as George Bush during Hurricane Katrina. Pointless and slow.

We continue to keep walking when we hear a car racing toward us. It the same idiots, that passed us before yelling and waving their arms like dummies. They turn into this old building drive way and jump out of the car and start running towards us. Now me and my sister Deja are dummies because at we stand there just watching them run toward us. Then I think Deja’s light bulb went off that maybe just maybe we should be running too. So we did. When we start running they’re yelling for us to come back. Saying, “We just want to play.” In my mind I’m thinking, “Why are these idiots chasing us?!” What snapped me out my thoughts was Deja screaming
“THROW DOWN THAT STUPID DRINK SO YOU CAN RUN FASTER!”
First thing that crosses my mind and lips,
“NO!”
 This is when Deja promises that she will leave me if I don’t throw down the drink. When I turn around two of the guys are right behind me, if they reach out their arms they could have me. I throw down my delicious, cold drink and run the fastest I have in my whole life. I pass up Deja and have to go back for her. My feet are cold because I have on sandals, my drink went all over my feet, plus the chill in the air just helps it feel like -10 degrees outside. Perfect.

Remind you we are by the police station.

When we finally turn around and see that they’re not chasing us no more. We stop running. We’re both breathing like fat kids. I’m laughing at Deja because she has asthma, so she really sounds like a fat kid. J We are now around the apartment buildings we live in called “Willow Village”. When we get home, we are still breathing heavy. Deja is snapping out and  

I am from late night cards until I am sent to bed with a cold cup of milk. I am from the smell of chocolate and peanut butter all through the house. The warmth of the oven spread cheer and happiness. Lights that shine all the way down the street. Hershey kisses all around the house. I am from home made eggnog. Where the kids get the first patch and the adults get the special patch. I am from workin hard or hardly workin. Earn what you want it's never given. I am from love, pain, and faith. Love to know that family is the best thing you can have in life. Pain to know that some will go sooner or later. Faith to know that you will see them again.

1. What did you think of this narrative?
- I personallty thought the narrative was confusion because how did she have all these feelings if she couldnt hear or ssee.

2. What was most interesting or engaging about it?
- The most intereesting about this story is how she gain intelligances without sight or hearing.

3. What surprised you?
- The thing that surprised me the most was he intelligance.

4. Did this change your outlook on Helen Keller at all? Why or why not?
- This was my first time ever hearing of Helen Keller, so it gave me insight of who she was and what a brave person she was.
-5. Copy and paste three examples of vivid detail and imagery that helped enhance the story
Example 1: "I knew then that "w-a-t-e-r" meant the wonderful cool something that was flowing over my hand."
 Example2: "I was keenly delighted when I felt the fragments of the broken doll at my feet. Neither sorrow nor regret followed my passionate outburst. I had not loved the doll."
Example 3: " I tried vainly to put them together. Then my eyes filled with tears; for I realized what I had done, and for the first time I felt repentance and sorrow."

6. How can a narrative be more engaging than something like a biography? Why is it important to get someone's personal perspective?
-It is imporant for people to get some personal perspective because that helps them relate to the story.

7. Make a bulltted lists of some things you could write a narrative about
- My life
- My family
- The Adventures of SpongeBob :)

Dear. . . .,

1. I do enjoy English classes, because I'm always learning new techniques of writting and one part of me wants to write books. So English is a big part of me.

2.  The type of writting I like is letters. I think writting letters is is easy and creative. Writting shows creativity especially in letters. You can show someone how much you care about them by writting or how angry you are at them.

3.I can read anything as long as it grabs at my interest.

4.Drawing

5. B

6. I enjoy classroom discussion depending on what the classroom is discussing.

7. When there are classroom discussions I like to voice my personal opinion about it.

8. Outside of school I work at Cheryl's Cookies and Brownies.

9. Over the weekend I was sick so I was mostly at home and work.

10. Sometimes I have slow moments. So I wont get something your saying or if I ask for you t repeat again its one of my slow days.

11.