Monday, May 2, 2011
Osama and possibly puppies
Okay, the dude is dead. Enough. Stop freaking out. I honestly don't think it's that big of a deal for the US beyond the fact that we carried out the mission sucessfully, and franky I'm tired of all the hype already. It's not good to dwell on death, destruction, hatred, and all those things. America is making an ass out of itself by celebrating this so much and I'm not going to add my voice to the din. This is why, Mr. Cheng, that I'm not going to carry out this writing excersize. Instead, if you really want me to write, I will gladly write 1000 words about puppies, which is the complete polar opposite.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
5 Limmericks
Rough draft I
There once was a boy from Nantucket
Who put all his geckos in a bucket
But then one day
They all fled away
And the boy screamed to the sky, "f**k it!"
Polished I
There once was a boy from Nantucket
Who put all of his frogs in a bucket
But one fateful day
They all hopped away
And the boy screamed to the sky, "f**k it!"
Rough draft II
There once was a girl from Greece
Who couldn't pay off her lease
She was booted to the street
Got a craving for meat
And cooked up a few geese.
Polished II
There once was a girl from Greece
Who couldn't quite pay off her lease
She was sent to the street
Got a craving for meat
And cooked up a whole flock of geese
Rough draft III
There once was a man from Malaysia
Who loved how fountains would spray ya
He played and splashed
In water he dashed
He's the happiest guy in Asia
Polished III
There is a teen dude from Malaysia
Who loves how the fountain would spray ya
He frolics and splashes
In water he dashes
He's the happiest guy in Asia
Rough draft IV
There was a fat mouse from Pune
Who threw all of his cheese away
"No wonder I'm distraught!"
"I almost got caught!"
"I'm going on a diet starting today!"
Polished IV
There was a fat mouse from Pune
Who threw all his cheese away
"No duh I'm distraught!"
"I almost got caught!"
"I'm going on a diet today!"
Rough draft V
There was an old shepherd from Prague
Who was guiding all of his sheep in fog
The ground was obscured
It was rather absurd
The way he tripped over a log
Polished V
There was an old herdsman from Prague
Who was guiding his sheep though dense fog
The ground was obscured
It was rather absurd
The way he tripped over a log
There once was a boy from Nantucket
Who put all his geckos in a bucket
But then one day
They all fled away
And the boy screamed to the sky, "f**k it!"
Polished I
There once was a boy from Nantucket
Who put all of his frogs in a bucket
But one fateful day
They all hopped away
And the boy screamed to the sky, "f**k it!"
Rough draft II
There once was a girl from Greece
Who couldn't pay off her lease
She was booted to the street
Got a craving for meat
And cooked up a few geese.
Polished II
There once was a girl from Greece
Who couldn't quite pay off her lease
She was sent to the street
Got a craving for meat
And cooked up a whole flock of geese
Rough draft III
There once was a man from Malaysia
Who loved how fountains would spray ya
He played and splashed
In water he dashed
He's the happiest guy in Asia
Polished III
There is a teen dude from Malaysia
Who loves how the fountain would spray ya
He frolics and splashes
In water he dashes
He's the happiest guy in Asia
Rough draft IV
There was a fat mouse from Pune
Who threw all of his cheese away
"No wonder I'm distraught!"
"I almost got caught!"
"I'm going on a diet starting today!"
Polished IV
There was a fat mouse from Pune
Who threw all his cheese away
"No duh I'm distraught!"
"I almost got caught!"
"I'm going on a diet today!"
Rough draft V
There was an old shepherd from Prague
Who was guiding all of his sheep in fog
The ground was obscured
It was rather absurd
The way he tripped over a log
Polished V
There was an old herdsman from Prague
Who was guiding his sheep though dense fog
The ground was obscured
It was rather absurd
The way he tripped over a log
Friday, March 11, 2011
Soundtrack to My Life
Feel it in my Bones by DJ Tiesto featuring Tegan and Sara
Association 1:
I take my heart out of my chest
I just don't need it anymore
Take my head out of the game
I just don't need it anymore
Most people don't know this but for most of fifth grade I was very sick. Malnutrition, strep, God-knows-what, and a new disease. I honestly don't remember much about it besides sitting on the couch, but now in my memory it just feels like a day. Every day was the same: I would force myself to eat, my mom would read to me while I lay on the couch, and I would sleep. I didn't feel angry or sad or depressed, I didn't feel anything. My mind, overwhelmed, had simply shut down. Apathy ruled my world for longer than I care to remember. I eventually recovered, though it was a very slow process, and these lines remind me of the feeling of apathy I had and how it's worse than pain.
Association 2:
Blow by blow
I didn't see it coming
Blow by blow
Sucker Punched
I missed a lot of school while sick and was unused to the high school life. Middle school was extremly easy, I was able to do all my work at school without really thinking about it, and actually having to study for tests was something new to me. Also, the math was challenging and I had to actually take notes and sometimes even read the book. All these new things coupled by my bad study habits from missing school really hit me hard my freshmen year. My grades plummeted fast and I really had no idea how to deal with grades below a B. I attempted the same meathod that worked when I was sick: wait it out. This, of course, didn't work and ripples of that first blow freshmen year are still affecting my school life today.
Association 3:
I feel you in my bones
You're knocking at my windows
You're slow to letting me go
And I know this feeling also
This feeling in my bones
My health is still very shakey. I get sick often, and small two or three day things and minor viruses hit me a lot harder than they do other people. Sometimes it takes me three weeks to recover from a simple cold and during those weeks I could be missing a day or two of school because the symptoms are so potent. I recognize when I'm getting sick and it feels like a dementor slowly creeping up on me. It's a feeling that I've learned to deal with but before it was really hard when I would get sick.
Holy cow, I just realized that this is really doom and gloomy. Seriously, it wasn't that bad, it sounds a lot worse than it actually was. Also, I really like this song even though it perfectly ties into all this illness crap. And it's not like I feel sad every time I listen to this song, I usually dance and sing along happily. It's a good song. You should listen to it right now.
Association 1:
I take my heart out of my chest
I just don't need it anymore
Take my head out of the game
I just don't need it anymore
Most people don't know this but for most of fifth grade I was very sick. Malnutrition, strep, God-knows-what, and a new disease. I honestly don't remember much about it besides sitting on the couch, but now in my memory it just feels like a day. Every day was the same: I would force myself to eat, my mom would read to me while I lay on the couch, and I would sleep. I didn't feel angry or sad or depressed, I didn't feel anything. My mind, overwhelmed, had simply shut down. Apathy ruled my world for longer than I care to remember. I eventually recovered, though it was a very slow process, and these lines remind me of the feeling of apathy I had and how it's worse than pain.
Association 2:
Blow by blow
I didn't see it coming
Blow by blow
Sucker Punched
I missed a lot of school while sick and was unused to the high school life. Middle school was extremly easy, I was able to do all my work at school without really thinking about it, and actually having to study for tests was something new to me. Also, the math was challenging and I had to actually take notes and sometimes even read the book. All these new things coupled by my bad study habits from missing school really hit me hard my freshmen year. My grades plummeted fast and I really had no idea how to deal with grades below a B. I attempted the same meathod that worked when I was sick: wait it out. This, of course, didn't work and ripples of that first blow freshmen year are still affecting my school life today.
Association 3:
I feel you in my bones
You're knocking at my windows
You're slow to letting me go
And I know this feeling also
This feeling in my bones
My health is still very shakey. I get sick often, and small two or three day things and minor viruses hit me a lot harder than they do other people. Sometimes it takes me three weeks to recover from a simple cold and during those weeks I could be missing a day or two of school because the symptoms are so potent. I recognize when I'm getting sick and it feels like a dementor slowly creeping up on me. It's a feeling that I've learned to deal with but before it was really hard when I would get sick.
Holy cow, I just realized that this is really doom and gloomy. Seriously, it wasn't that bad, it sounds a lot worse than it actually was. Also, I really like this song even though it perfectly ties into all this illness crap. And it's not like I feel sad every time I listen to this song, I usually dance and sing along happily. It's a good song. You should listen to it right now.
Wacky Friday: Secluded School Adventures
Whilst musing about where exactly to go since everyone in my group had been almost everywhere we stumbled upon an open door that we had never seen open before. We followed the pink welcome sign into what looked like an obscure basement hallway into the new copy center. Cement and ductwork were the only decorations and a whole forest of paper lined metal shelves. Dust hung in the sparse light as we wandered through this new room. A few teachers were in there making copies and they quickly shooed us out. This, I thought, contradicted the hot pink welcome sign quite fantasticly.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Attention Test
I'm actually fairly proud of myself because I saw the gorilla and I counted all 15 passes correctly. Creativity is always aided greatly by attention to detail, but if you focus on detail the whole time sometimes you miss something staring you in the face, like a gorilla.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Show and Tell
Presentation I: Anna
As I walked up to the front of the room I carefully undid the rubber band around my small fragile shells. The small Wentletraps, with a bit of the soft sweet Sanibel sand still in them, were hurriedly passed around the classroom as I explained the story of the fierce rivalry between my mom and me. I held the prize shell in my hand, afraid that if I pass it around it might break, and I looked at it for brief amounts of time before remembering that I should be looking up. For some reason, the swirled almost frosting-like shell attracted my eyes magnetically. Gesturing, I described how I had found the shell right where my mother was looking and acted out the tentativeness in my mind as I went for the snag. A smattering of applause followed me back to my seat.
Explanation I
Alliteration: "soft sweet Sanibel sand"
Metaphor: "magnetically"
Descriptive alternatives: instead of grab, "snag;" instead of a bit, "smattering."
Presentation II: Charlie
Charlie confidently but casually strode up to the front of the class. He was wearing his item: a Camel backpack that helped him through a very rough time. Unlike anyone else, he paced while talking about his experience while his hands flung about wildly gesticulating his nail-bitingly intense tale. When he got to the part about him slipping down a path and injuring his leg, he gave a small laugh before telling of his screw-up. His eyes squinted a bit as if he was remembering the feeling in his ankle as he lay injured a mile into the trail but still stood tall, cockily putting his thumbs underneath his backpack straps as if they were suspenders.
Explanation II
Descriptive adverbs: "cockily," "nail-bitingly"
Made-up word: "nail-bitingly"
Simile: "as if they were suspenders"
Presentation III: Bonet
"I'm shaking!" Bonet laughed a bit as she told me before going up to the stage. Despite her somewhat frazzled nerves and the sadness of her story she smiled at the audience and never looked down. Her two masks were tangled together as she held them and showed how you would wear them. Her face darkened as she explained how as a kid she would seek attention for being sick to the point where she would like about it. Her "The Girl Who Cried Sick" tale increased in sadness as she told, for most likely the first time, the whole story behind her medical history the past year. She explained with sadness in her voice and eyes how she had to lie to people about her ailments. Her words seemed to come out in a rush, like they were a burden she was lifting off of her heart.
Explanation III
Metaphor: "like they were a burden"
I'm not sure what to classify this under: "'The Girl Who Cried Sick' tale"
Descriptive phrases "words seemed to come out in a rush," "face darkened," "burden she was lifting"
As I walked up to the front of the room I carefully undid the rubber band around my small fragile shells. The small Wentletraps, with a bit of the soft sweet Sanibel sand still in them, were hurriedly passed around the classroom as I explained the story of the fierce rivalry between my mom and me. I held the prize shell in my hand, afraid that if I pass it around it might break, and I looked at it for brief amounts of time before remembering that I should be looking up. For some reason, the swirled almost frosting-like shell attracted my eyes magnetically. Gesturing, I described how I had found the shell right where my mother was looking and acted out the tentativeness in my mind as I went for the snag. A smattering of applause followed me back to my seat.
Alliteration: "soft sweet Sanibel sand"
Metaphor: "magnetically"
Descriptive alternatives: instead of grab, "snag;" instead of a bit, "smattering."
Presentation II: Charlie
Charlie confidently but casually strode up to the front of the class. He was wearing his item: a Camel backpack that helped him through a very rough time. Unlike anyone else, he paced while talking about his experience while his hands flung about wildly gesticulating his nail-bitingly intense tale. When he got to the part about him slipping down a path and injuring his leg, he gave a small laugh before telling of his screw-up. His eyes squinted a bit as if he was remembering the feeling in his ankle as he lay injured a mile into the trail but still stood tall, cockily putting his thumbs underneath his backpack straps as if they were suspenders.
Explanation II
Descriptive adverbs: "cockily," "nail-bitingly"
Made-up word: "nail-bitingly"
Simile: "as if they were suspenders"
Presentation III: Bonet
"I'm shaking!" Bonet laughed a bit as she told me before going up to the stage. Despite her somewhat frazzled nerves and the sadness of her story she smiled at the audience and never looked down. Her two masks were tangled together as she held them and showed how you would wear them. Her face darkened as she explained how as a kid she would seek attention for being sick to the point where she would like about it. Her "The Girl Who Cried Sick" tale increased in sadness as she told, for most likely the first time, the whole story behind her medical history the past year. She explained with sadness in her voice and eyes how she had to lie to people about her ailments. Her words seemed to come out in a rush, like they were a burden she was lifting off of her heart.
Explanation III
Metaphor: "like they were a burden"
I'm not sure what to classify this under: "'The Girl Who Cried Sick' tale"
Descriptive phrases "words seemed to come out in a rush," "face darkened," "burden she was lifting"
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