It's Spirit Day and the last day of World Cultures Week.
Period 1:
Vocabulary quiz
Discuss Cannery Row
What is a family?
Building a community
Period 2:
Vocabulary quiz
Things Fall Apart Part One Quiz
Discuss Things Fall Apart
Period 3:
Our Town work continues...
Period 5:
Publish or Perish
Small group workshops
Thought for the day...
He who wonders discovers that this in itself is wonder.
-M. C. Escher
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A Day at the Fair
It began at a fair.
The wind was blowing through my hair,
But I didn't care.
In my hand I held a pear.
Then my friend told me a dare.
The dare was to throw the pear
At the caged bear
That was over there.
So I threw the pear.
It hit the bear.
What happened next with you, I will share.
What happened next is I got kicked out of the fair.
Published on Thursdays page by mistake. Can you delete that and keep this.
Wind of the End
By
Justin Smith
Chapter 1: Breaking Dawn
There was a door, just a door, that’s all to see in this veil of unimaginable darkness. For the light was gone, escaped from the horizon like it was afraid of events yet to happen. Only a person, one meaningless person could be seen in this veil, standing in front of the lone door, if it was the only source of light in this dark world.
The door soon opened as if timed, or if it finally wanted this girl to see the contents inside of it. Slowly, it cringed open, creaking with every inch that the door grew apart from the position it was originally in. The girl waiting jumped back a few feet alarmed by the noise; the darkness affected her sense of hearing, fearing that the squeak was that of a monster that prospered in the veil of abnormal night that was about. The door opened right opened right after, thinking that it has gotten enough laugh out of this innocent soul, and just decided to let her pass to what was beyond it’s cold iron grip.
Light poured out of the door, a beacon to this landscape void of the light that it was supplying. The girl that was just once scared of the door, bowed and moved into the light. The only thing that could be seen for minutes was the same light that invaded the dark void previously. She just continued to run, the light was not phasing her eyesight one bit, the girl ran, and continued to until something came into view. From this distance, the object was unidentifiable to this girl. Not waiting for anything, she continued running, running to the object that broke the white light landscape the only thing diverse from the dark room.
It was quicker than she expected, she finally got close to the object that was only a blur to her, until now. It was a person, someone she never knew of, judging by appearance it was a male, around his early twenties. It was odd, for the only person she knew that had that hair, and eye color, was herself, a teal green that made it look like the sea itself was alive on their hair, and in their eyes. The male that was ahead of her, moved as fast as the light that colored the landscape. The girl stepped back as soon after she had blinked, the male that was a good half-mile away from her, was right in front of her face.
“YOU SHALL NEVER SEE THE POWER, THAT THE GODS WILL GIVE YOU, ENEMY OF THE KAZE,” yelled the male while lifting his arms up as if he was carrying a scythe, and was ready to swing it. There was no scythe in sight it was as if the male was imagining it. “You shall feel the anger of the Black Wings, under my name, the Reaper of the Wind, General Lance!”
“What are you talking about, what’s with the way you hold your arms,” the Girl questioned, as the male swung the imaginary scythe that he was carrying. “There’s nothing-
A head rolled to the floor all that was there was a blank expression of shock. It was the girls’ head; the male cut it off with the imaginary scythe that he was swinging. Blood leaked from both the detached head, and the remaining body, blood spewing from it, stumbling and soon falling on to the ground where it made a blood river from the insides.
“Why did you do this,” the girls’ head suddenly asked.
“You are a issue to the Black Wings and their plans, you shall be killed along with the rest of those who oppose the will of the mighty and powerful Black Wings,” told an agitated Lance who moved his arms to allow the scythe that they were carrying to be put into a position, in which he could stab her head easily. “Now you shall fear the might Black Wings which will finally be able to hunt you meaningless, disgraceful filth of blood ties.”
As fast as he previously moved Lance slammed down the scythe that he thought he was carrying, into the center of the girl’s detached head. What little was left inside was now squirting out of the sides of the scythe. Sure that the girl was now dead, he lifted out the scythe that was not there, and let go of it’s position. “Good riddance,” spat Lance as he disappeared into the light.
“Despite the fact that its light, I only see the dark of previous rooms,” the girl noticed as her eyes went black with the blood that was covering over them.
Air soon filled her chest as she stood up, gasping for the air, she thought she had no right too. It was still dark, but there was now clear and undisputable shapes that filled her room. It was still dark out; the moon was out unlike a few hours ago when she finally went to sleep after doing homework at about eleven at night. “I guess it was all a dream,” said the girl catching her breath still, looking over to see the clock projecting the time on the other dark wall. “Great too late to go back to sleep now.”
The girl swept the light, fluffy blanket that was keeping her body warm on to the floor. Still blind to everything in her room, she moved her left arm above her table stand; she knocked down a couple bottles crashing to the floor with a soft bang as it reached the rug below. Finally she found the slender shape of her desktop lamp. “Finally,” wishpered the girl as she turned the light on with a satisfied click.
Darkness left her eyes and soon the room was filled with light, traveling in all directions and making it’s light known to the room. This room was filled with a couple bookshelves, books wedged tight inside of it’s gentle casing. Redding, Smith and other names fill the shown the side of the books that lined the shelf.
I'll work on this if you want me to. Just give me the world people
Great job Philip I like the fact that it rhymes and makes a good mental image in my head
I Cry by Lauren Simano
I tell you it's over;
I cry.
I tell you goodbye;
I cry.
I think of your face;
I cry.
I think of our future;
I cry.
I think of our plans;
I cry.
I think of the prom;
I cry.
Graduation comes closer;
I cry.
I watch The Notebook;
I cry.
I told you forever;
I cry.
I look at myself;
I cry.
A peice of " A Recollection of Freshman English Vocabulary Words" in the form of an acrostic.
Harry's doghouse was adjunct to his
owners house
Oscar was obsequious to the teacher
Nina's nephew was incarcerated
Enchant the Wizard did do, turning
the frog into stew
Sara started a sedition
Tammy's smile emitted cheer
Larry was luminous, he was my idol
Yancy abhorred gym
Living my life
i sat there on the pier by an old abandoned warehouse at the edge of the dock, thinking about what had happened that night. i heard a car coming right behind me and my aunt Rose came out, she knew that this was my favorite spot. "Are you coming Peter? We have to the funeral soon. i know your upset, but we have to go. i'll be beside you the whole time, okay?" i finally gave in and went with my aunt. i would rather die then be in this position right now. i wish i had done something then just cower in my closet and cry that night. i could have done something to help them, i could have tried, but now its to late, and my parents are dead.
"I'm so bored." Sarah sighed as she gazed up into the cloudy sky.
"You want to play legos with me?" asked Sarah's six year old brother Randall.
"No not really."
"Then what do you want to do?" Randal was getting on Sarah's nerves. She didn't know what to do. She knew she had to write.
"You know what Randall, why don't you go get the legos out in your room, and I'll join you in a little while."
Randall left enthusiastically. It didn't take much to make him happy.
Sarah had got Randall out of her room. Now she was free to think the the peaceful atmosphere in her room. Now all she had to do was think of something to write about for her article in the school's newspaper.
Wow Phillip, Your poem is very playful. I like how you have an a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a rhyme scheme.
Awake
It's raining. I am soaked. I can't find my boyfriend, and my best friend is dead. This should've been a good day, but now I am running. I weave through the trees. I can almost feel his breath on my neck. I notice the branch just a little too late. Down I go. I hit my head on a rock and as I fade into the unconscious state, I see him. The person in the gray sweat shirt. No face, just the intent to kill, and I am his prey.
That's when I wake up. Someone once told me you never have the same dream twice, but I do. I have actually had that dream for the last two months. Every night without a hitch. Same dream. Now it is almost so clear I feel I am there. Every time I try to change it, but it plays out in the same way. There is nothing I can do.
I should get up. I need to drive to school. I roll over and stumble to my feet. The floor is cold. I'm used to it. Hardwood floors are never warm. It's raining outside, and esta nublado or cloudy as my spanish teacher would ay. I thought it was supposed to be sunny today. Well, this is a downer. I make my way to the bathroom, turn on the hot water and open the shower door.
I like the way you use repitition if I cry. It makes seem more real then if it wasn't using the repition.
Laugh, Smile, Live
By Lauren Simano
Laugh
With the people
When someone says something silly.
Laugh
With my friends
Because we're all crazy.
Smile
At the boy
Who I gave my heart to.
Smile
Though I am crying,
Because it's not over.
Live
Every day
As if it's my last.
Live
Because forever
Began yesterday, lasts today, and ends tomorrow.
It began with "it began."
Another start to another day in creative writing.
I got in late, as I usually do, after I left the art room. Running down the hall was essential if I wanted to go to class remotely one time.
I made it to the room right after the bell rang, but it was all good.
I took my seat and Mrs. Tyler gave us our prompt, then promptly harangued me about my shirt.
I was surprise, because she was the only teacher that ever gave me a problem with it. In fact, another teacher saw it as me being proud of my Irish heritage.
Austin, I liked yours because it was very original. I don't think anyone else has done an acrostic yet.
Lauren your poem makes me think of a girl who has just had her heart broken. I feel like a lot of girls who have ever had a failing relationship might be able to connect with it. I like the repetition of the "I cry" amazing dear.
Lauren, I like how you completely grasp and write the feeling of a loss. I think most if not all people have felt that way, and you captured it perfectly, great job.
Nicole, I like how this is not your typical tone for your writing. It’s dark and suspenseful, and I want to know what happens to your character, as well as why she is having this dream and what it means.
Lauren your poem, well it is sad. It shows great insight into the author's mind. It sets a very saddening tone, I like the repetition. : )
i like the the how you use "I cry" in every other line
---Lauren
I'm so bored sitting in a classroom waiting for a student to occupy me so that they can write down notes, and sometimes I am moved to fulfill the student's need to see the white board. I sit with other chairs, and the only time we talk is if one of us has a broken leg. When all of the students, and the teachers go home we sit in a dark room, because the last person out turns off the light, and locks the door that leads to the hallway, and the other classrooms. On some days the last person we see is the janitor who cleans the dirty, and messy floors that we stand on all day. Sometimes students think it’s funny to write on us, or to draw on us. The nice students are the ones that clean up their own mess, to clean up what the last person did. Our job is an eight-hour job, and we don’t get hired, paid, we aren’t volunteered, we’re chosen.
Philip, your poem is funny. I like how it all rhymes. My favorite part is the part about hitting the bear with the pear.
An excerpt from my "What am I going to do?" story.
I guess while I was thinking about, what has happened, the doctor had left and come back with a list of names and numbers for the best obstetrician's in the area. I had no idea what to do, so I left and drove home, pondering my predicament.
As I pull into the driveway I notice that all the lights are blazing inside the house. I'm curious as to why the house is lit up like a Christmas trees, but at this point I could really careless. I'm scared to go into the house, because I don't want to tell my parents. As I got out of the car and walked up the stairs, I was contemplating, how to tell my parents that I was pregnant.
Journal about Florida
March 22, 2009
Today we went to Busch Gardens. It was so much fun! We got up at 8:00 and ate breakfast. I had a bagel with cream cheese, as well as most of the other girls. After we all ate breakfast, as a team, and got ready for the day we left for Busch Gardens. It was a perfect day to be there. The weather was so nice! I think it was in the 80's. As soon as we got there we saw this crazy man with his face painted, and he was on stilts. He was taking pictures with us and started taking girls sunglasses and taking funny pictures with them. After we saw the man on stilts, we headed off to explore the park. We went on almost every roller coaster. I didn't care whether they were upside down ones, or went straight down like you were falling off a cliff. I went on all of those kinds of Roller Coasters. It was so much fun! Another highlight of Busch Gardens was that we saw all kinds of cool animals. We saw tigers, flamingo's, parakeets, elephants, giraffe's, peacocks, chimps, gorillas, and some other weird kind of bird. I love seeing animals that aren't around where we live. Its so cool to see! We wanted to go on the safari ride, but it cost too much so we decided not to blow our money on that. After Busch Gardens we went to the Cracker Barrel. There food was so good! Today was so much fun! I never want to leave!
Austin, I found your piece really funny. I liked how you used the vocab from freshman English. It worked well for your piece.
Justin, I'm interested in what is going to happen to the girl. I liked how vivid it was. Great Job!
Philip, I like the way that your poem sounds. It makes me think of a child writing a poem and he just gets hooked on that one sound. Nice job.
i like the rhymes in your poem
---philip
Lauren I like how you used crying, and then how you used laughing.
This is only part of my story. Bare with me guys!
A Broken Family
By Sarah Padua
I got off the bus that day wishing I could change what had happened earlier this morning. But I knew I couldn't. Nothing I could say or do is going to take it back. I was angry and I knew it. I just didn't want to accept it. Rewind, that's what I needed was a rewind.
"Amy!" I could hear the deafening cry of my mother downstairs just five minutes before the dreadful sound that tells me school is waiting, and will be for the next four years. "I'm up mom." I shouted back. I looked at my alarm clock and it was only 6:30. This was not going to be a normal day. I could tell just by looking at the time. 6:30 is not when I usually get up. But my mom doesn't work on Friday's. She took it upon herself to wake me. How nice.
"I'm staying after school today mom," I started "I won't be home until quarter of six." I grabbed a bagel and sat down at the table. "Why are you staying after school." she nagged, "and couldn't you have given me a little more warning instead of the day of?" She always did this. Always found something to fight with me about. That's just how it was. "Sorry," I said in my most innocent voice."must have slipped my mind." Typical response from a teenager telling their nagging parent that they "forgot" to mention the parent teacher conference until the morning of to avoid further confrontation. She looked up from the newspaper she was reading and responded something like this. "Fine Amy," she said kind of rudely. " Just don't let it happen again please." I grabbed my bagel and decided it was nice enough to walk to school.
My mother always told me to look both ways before crossing the street. But today I must have forgotten to do that because I ran across the street as a car was coming. Just something else for my mom to nag me for.
Sunday(1st day in Florida)
I wake up and everyone is still sleeping. I was expecting that due to the long three hour pane ride we had endured that night. I seem very awake though, the exhausten is being saved for later. Since I'm the first one to take a shower I can take longer than usual. It's nice. When I'm done people still seem to be awaking from their long slumbers. I grab a bagel and some cream cheese, and that's my breakfast. I repeat my usual morning rituals that I would do at home, and et dressed. I throw my bathing suit, nowing we're going to Felicia's today to go swimming and tan. Shorts and a sort sleeve would be apropiate too. Being the first one done basically, waiting and patience isn't something I do well. Now that I'm not the only one done, we are all getting very fidgety, a bad sign. Finally we leave.
Kayaking was great with rachel and melysa, we bonded a lot, and we didn't even end up swimming. We just tanned, tanned,and tanned some more. That's one of my goals while I'm here, to get very tan! T sun is amazing and it's at least 80 degrees, I'm in love already.
Lunch time was the best, but the best part about lunch was, well we ate alligator. It was really good, and it was sweet tasting. After lunch we took a walk down to a place where we saw manatees and it was cool. Nice to see something so big and gentle, it was a sight to see. They just floated through the water, it didn't even seem like they were moving.
Finally home(mr.loud's double wide trailor) and we just eat dinner, stay up and talk all night, and just bond. Melysa and I are ready to sleep, good night.
Lauren your poem is so sad! It really sets a mood. I love it!
Nice job! :)
Philip:
I like your poem. I like how you described what was happening. I also like the rhyming.
Lauren:
I like what you wrote. It makes me so sad. I know how you feel. Us girls need to stick together.
Austin I like the way you wrote your piece, because it's different.
Lauren,
your poem is so sad. But I can feel the emotions being presented. The emotions are very realistic and I can totally relate!
You always put your heart and soul into your work, and I love reading your writing! Great job!
~Sarah
Philip, haha i liked your little poem you write. It was very amusing to read. I actually liked it a lot, i don't know why, but it seemed like it hd a lot of character to it. It was entertaining to read, and I was focused on it.
My Hometown!!!
Warren is the best hometown ever! Even though people make fun of the little home of the rocket town that is called Warren, it doesn't make me deny where I am from. Warren isn't as bad as people make it seem. There is a basket ball court where all the kids gather to play games. Like basketball on the broken cemented basketball court. With a fence that is so old it curls at the bottom, this totally defeats the purpose of the fence its self. The basketballs just roll into the road. A crooked basketball hoop sits on the cement court.
Old trees hang over the green grass on the common. With grey and green mold covering spots on the trees. Our gazebo is a sight to see. With profanity and insults all over the sides of it. With brown painted over these curses and insults just emphasizes the insults.
Of course there are some bad things about Warren, but the good makes up for the bad.
The fact that Warren has a rocket is a tad embarassing. There is really no need to have it, but its there. Also people talk about directions the rocket is always in the description. Everyone knows where it is. The only way someone knows the town of Warren would be by the rocket.
The worst thing about Warren would be the "Troll Lady". She is an old woman who walks around the town of Warren with her shorty shorts and tube top. That is her summer outfit, her winter outfit is even better. Her big yellow coat hanging down to her PJ covered knees. And her pom-pom hat hanging over her head.
Dan, I love how you personify the desks at school! The last line is my favorite: “…we don’t get hired, paid, we aren’t volunteered, we’re chosen.” You don’t really think about how much the desks are abused, and how they don’t have a choice to be anything other than what they are made for. It would be interesting if you used the idea of a desk wanting to be something other than a desk. Very creative!
Philip,
I liked how you kept up the rhyme. Good job keeping the topic throughout the whole poem.
It began at dusk. The filmy black night poured into the valley as the sun sank into the cold ground. Akara looked out at this very valley. The orange light of day had long since faded; replaced with the darkness. She could hear the shouts and calls of the people she had escaped from. Their flashlights poked above the rise. Their shadows black against the faded blue-black sky.
"Akara, come out. Come back." Someone called into the darkness. "Come home with us."
The darkness concealed Akara for the most part from them; occasionally her steel scythe would glint in the moon light. Her hood of hair gave her the appearance of the Grim Reaper; holding his great scythe.
Akara lurked in the night, crouched under the brambles. Hoping she could escape once the people went by. The silvery light from the flashlight were now at the opposite side of the road, leaving a safe and open path for her to escape. Akara quickly got up from her spot on the ground. A figure loomed over her and Akara gasped as she focused on to a demonic face and a sadistic grin.He looked young, not teenager young, but not as old as middle aged. His jet black hair fell over his slender, pale face and his yellow eyes stared at her. She couldn't get away. Not from him. He was the reason she had run away from the labs. He was the one who ruined her once happy life. He was the one who created her.
Nicole I really like yours. It's very descriptive. I want to read more!
Awesome job. :D
I am falling
Catch me
I am a star
Wish upon me
I need love
Open your heart to me
Please don't hurt me
Bandage me
Please don't break me
Hold me
I will never fade
My future is clear
I can last
I won't surrender
I am absolute
No one will change me
Live me
Lauren, I loved what you wrote. It was very heart felt and I connected with it, I understood it. I related to it very well, and thought it could have many meaning to people. To me it was happy, but it had a sad meaning to it also.
Lauren,
I love your poem. I like how you repeat the phrase I cry.
yet ANOTHER installment of the story with Vanessa. so far, Vanessa has been in her little cell, then she was in the gray room, where there was the character known only as 'the Puppetmaster', the mastermind behind Vanessa's torture, and then she promptly fainted, again. she woke up in her cell, where she discovered her ability to control the element of wind. she tried to bust out, failed, fainted, wand woke up in another room. after a short amount of time, explosions, gunshots, and alarms went off. vanessa had no idea what was going on outside, but figured she'd try to escape while there was a nice commotion. then the door to her cell explodes.
"YOU!!" she screamed, releasing the built up class-7 hurricane force wind at the figure who was sent sprawling backwards. he hit the wall, and before he could get up again, Vanessa had her hands on his throat, the wind still blowing behind her. "get out of my head, Puppetmaster!"
"calm down! if i was the puppetmaster, would i be trying to break you out?!" Vanessa looked over the the smoking pile of rubble that was the door, and back at him. now that the red haze of rage was clearing, she could see some differences. this guy's hair was blood red, the Puppetmaster's was black, and this guy didn't have the stitches coming from either side of his mouth. t was really just the eyes that had set her off: they were both a bright, sickly yellow. the only difference was that this guy had regular white sclera, whereas the puppetmaster's were black. vanessa let the wind die down.
"if you're not the puppetmaster," she said reproachfully, "then who are you?"
...and that's where i'll leave you for now. nice cliffhanger. *laughs evilly*
Lauren, Your "I cry" poem really was emotional. I actually teared up slightly. Also your other poem was very good also. All of your poems have a really good message to them. And I think that many people can relate to them.
Justin, your story was interesting. I could picture the guy with the teal hair really well, and I want to know what will happen. Again really good story. :)
i really like Nicole's a lot! it was really dark, i like the mood it sets up. i also like the style you used, somewhere between normal teenage speak and a more serious narrative style. awesome! i also like Lauren's a lot- it was very sad. it paints a bit of a picture, you know?
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