The last day before spring break...
Period 1:
Vocabulary quiz
Persepolis test
Period 2:
Vocabulary quiz
Finish Doctor Faustus
What are the themes?
Beginning analytical essay
Period 3:
Our Town: Finish the script
Period 5:
Publish or Perish
Portfolio work
Teacher conferences
Thought for the day...
The discipline of the writer is to learn to be still and listen to what his subject has to tell him.
— Rachel Carson
38 comments:
Here are some poems that I did
Wynn
Soon, oh so soon
Will the corruption begin
When the lies are spilled like blood
No one can be trusted
Is what your mind tells you
While watching your friends turn
As others die
Oh but dear sweet maiden
Do not let your wind run cold
Please, I do not want to see your
Other worldly beauty and happiness
Die along with what's good in the world
Soon, oh so soon
Will the truth be told
With a word stuck inside the wind
Not named poem
The world is mad
Killing is survival
Peace means death
As is the world was reversed
who am I to say anything
I am it's guiltiest player
All I can see is red and black
Your blood and your hollowed body
As you have to intestines remaining
After what I did to you
Lost & Found
by Lauren Simano
Love is never lost,
Or forgotten,
Or misplaced.
Like a child,
Sometimes it likes
To hide,
Just to be
Found again.
Meanwhile, Cornelia Keith was relaxing with Katherine Speck, who lived just up the road from her.
"I'm totally goofy over him," Cornelia mentioned for the 70th time.
"Yeah that is what I've heard... Just ask him if you like him so much. I mean everyone knows that you are totally goofy for him and you should ask him to that big shindig at the swanky ballroom," Katherine suggested.
Once upon a time
Once upon a time when I was little I believed in Santa Claus putting presents under the Christmas tree, I thought the tooth fairy would take my teeth to her workshop, and I also thought at one time that Batman was real. When I was told that Santa wasn't real I believed it, and it didn't make an impact on my childhood. "The tooth fairy isn't real", I was told by my sister which I believed her about, because she is older, and at the time I thought she knew the answer to every question she was asked. Now when I ask her a question she still knows the answer , but I am sometimes skeptical about the answers I am given
Once upon time there lived a prince in a castle far away, oh the prince was a handsome lad that is for sure. He was muscular, and tall. He had blue eyes and blonde shaggy hair, every princess in the land wanted to be his. His parents King and Queen Peach couldn't wait for him to be married and have Prince Levi take over as king. The only problem was Prince Levi would not accept any princess. No matter the age. Not matter the money. No matter the beauty. No, Prince Levi wanted nothing of the sort. The truth was Prince Levi didn't want a princess at all. Prince Levi was in fact looking for his prince.
Eyebrows arching over big gleaming green eyes
Green balloons hover in the bright blue air
Staring up to the red and orange skies
People staring up without any care
Limbs and leaves blowing in the misty wind
Droplets of water on the grass so green
Leaves falling off the trees making them thin
In the atmosphere so extremely clean
Water trickling down the mossy river
Talking and laughing under the cloud
The chill causes the people to shiver
Never hearing a wind that was so loud
Water, land, green, brown, rain, snow, or flowers
Life is precious so don't count hours
Utopia
Once upon a time there was a world without war, crime, drugs, alcohol, sexual preatators, nor anything dad in the world like what we have today. A perfect place, a utopia. there was no third world countries with starvation and no money. There wasn't any global warming or the extinction of animals. There was no bad weather at all. It was a happy place with no depression or any sadness in the world. Everyone was happy all the time 24/7. A place that you could only dream of. A place where everyone got along and there was no cliques or gangs. No one picked on each other for their looks or personalities.
Crash was all I heard then I blacked out. Everything went black. I couldn't hear or see anything. All I could feel was this massive pain in my right leg extending down to my ankle.
A few hours later I woke up to a steady beeping noise noise coming from the left side of the bed that was more like a cage then anything else. I looked down and my right leg was consumed in this giant white thing. I moaned as I realized I couldn't participate in Track for the rest of the season.
Track was my favorite sport and the best part of my day. I got to be who I wanted to be. Now I couldn't. I couldn't because of my stupid ankle that started all the problems.
At the beginning of the school year I fell and sprained my right ankle, and I guess it never fully healed. Two months later I landed on my ankle wrong and had to go the the doctor's office to get it checked out. It was a major sprained and had to spend the whole weekend on crutches.
I was careful to wear my brace to every practice and to every track meet so something like this wouldn't happen. But it happened. My ankle gave out and that's all I knew. I didn't remember anything after that or how I ended up in this place.
My vacation, well, it was the worst vacation that I have ever had.
I went to Whales Tale, which isn't a bad thing, but I went down the fastest and steepest ride there, The Moby Dip.
I flew down the blueish white slide at what seemed to be pushing 60mph.
I flew down the first little bit of even slide then I hit the first hump in the track. I flew off of the edge at the worst possible point. Below was the walk-way connecting all of the different rides.This horrible excuse for a walk-way had multiple cracks, and even what seemed like a put hole or ten.
I felt like I was airborne for a half hour. When I finally hit the ground, after my free fall, I later found out that I slid for about twenty feet.
When I woke up from my comma, I felt like I was paralized, and this scared me beyond anything.
It turns out that I was in a full body cast because I broke so many of my bones. This restricted my movement so much that I could barely breath.
So the whole summer I was confined to my fully personalized white coffin.
Once upon a time my parents loved me very much. Until I turned ten and started causing trouble. I started to smoke, drink, miss curfew, sneak out of the house and hung out with guys much older than me. You name it, I most likely did it. The cops brought me home at least three times a week for doing something illegal. By the time I turned fifteen my parents had all but given up on me.
One day my boyfriend and I were drag racing some stuck up rich kid. We were driving a nice hot rod with a T-top, while the rich kid was driving his brand new Camaro that his daddy bought him. We were racing down one of the side streets and we took a corner to fast and flipped over and over. We ended up smashing into a minivan that was in the parking lot of the grocery. Both vehicles were totaled. My boyfriend and I walked away with tons of scratches and bruises. Well, that's what I thought anyway.
A few days later I started to have trouble with my eyesight. Everything became blurry, and I started walking into things. I told my parents that there was something wrong, but they didn't believe me, because I've played the pity card one to many times. When my parents finally noticed that there was really something wrong it was to late. They brought me to the doctor, and he said that if I was brought in sooner, they could've prevented me from becoming blind. The doctor said, that he could do a surgery that would help me from going blind even more. Now all I can see are shadows on some days.
I like your poem Lauren, I feel as if it is very real because it seems realistic.
Nicole yay!
That was an amazing little paragraph. I didn't see that coming at all. I liked the description about the prince.
“It was the worst vacation ever!” my friend, Darrel, complained for what felt like the hundredth time on the half hour bus ride to school. “I was sick all vacation, my cat died, and my dad is not letting me take the test to get my drivers licenses until I get my stupid math grade up! I bet yours was better.”
“Yes, it was. That is the fifth time you’ve said that and, yes, I’ve been counting. I get that you had a bad vacation, but I would really appreciate it if you would just let my listen to my music.” I said, trying to keep the anger out of my voice
Just before I pushed the play button on my Ipod, I heard him say quietly to himself “How could things get any worse?” Little did he know, things were about to get a whole lot worse.
We got off the bus and started walking to the table our group of friends always met at. On the way, Darrel went out of his way to shoulder bump Ron Perry, a little eighth grader who always dressed weirdly and sat alone at lunch. When Darrel shoulder bumped him, Ron dropped all his books he was carrying. All Darrel did was look back and laugh.
“Hey, why do you always go out of your way to make that kids life a living hell? I mean, what did he do to you?” I asked casually, not to concerned about it.
“I don’t know.” Darrel said with a shrug. “It just kind of pisses me off how he dresses. I mean, who wears black every single day?”
“Whatever.” I replied. I didn’t feel like arguing with Darrel about anything right now. It is the first Monday after spring break and all I want to do is sleep.
Crash
It never would of been this way if they hadn't gotten into that crash; if I hadn't let them go to that concert so late at night; if I had just gone and picked them up myself, then maybe, just maybe, my only two children would still be alive today.
For the past two years I've been crying myself to sleep blaming myself for what happened. Everyone tries to tell me that it's not my fault, but it doesn't make me feel any different.
The sky was a gray screen over the school campus. The sky was gathering its tears, getting ready to let them fall. The third period bell had just signaled for the students to go to their next class. A lone figure was walking in a direction that no one else was walking in. It was Night. She was wearing a zip-front sweatshirt. The zipper constantly glinted in the silver, ray light. The light was fading as the storm pressed forward, turning everything a shade darker. Night continued to walk off campus. She turned her head quickly to look over her black covered shoulder. After night had decided that no one was watching or following her, she turned around once again and started running. She wanted to get away as fast as she could and she figured that signing out would take way to much time. She could still hear their laugher in her skull. Laughter from people just like her. It was laugher from her classmates. It didn't matter what kind of laughter it was, it was all aimed at her. Night hated everyone right now. A selected few had seen her hatred sparked towards them. They all could remember her rage filled eyes, her jet black stare that pierced through their souls. They still laughed. They didn't learn a thing.
Night had never done anything to make people need to laugh at her. The only reason that came to her mind was that she existed, that was all. Her existence was a joke, a joke to everyone at her school. The rain finally started falling. It fell in watery drops that left dark splotches on the pavement. The rain fell faster and faster causing Night's long black hair to get wet and heavy with rain.
Kim I really like your story, and I thought it was interesting how you wrote your story.
Jacob,
I want to live in the world you created. You could use a little less "no"'s because throughout the story you say there is "no.." this and that.
good job overall
Nicole:
I love your story. I like how you changed the normal fairy tale. It makes it so much better, and funnier. I think you should write more.
Austin:
I love what you wrote. I never would have expected a story like that coming from you. That's not a bad thing, it was actually a great surprise. I want to know more.
i like your poem and how you compared love to a child.
Austin, yours is interesting. I can't really tell what time period it is in. It seems like it is back in time to me. I also like how you wrote from a girls perspective. Guys don't usually write from a girls perspective.
Lauren,
Awwww!! Short and sweet and to the point. That poem is perfect. My favorite lines are...
Sometimes it likes
To hide,
Just to be
Found again.
Good job.
Jacob I like your idea of an utopia, and I wish that the world would be like sometimes when something horrible happens.
Austin, I think that your word choice was groovy, I like the words goofy, swanky, and shindig. If you continue this you should keep up the interesting word use.
Lauren, I really liked how you compared love to a child. Good job.
Lauren, I loved your poem. It was a nice way to describe love, and it is very true.
Katie B. I could really picture the colors of everything. The last line you wrote, "life is precious so don't count the hours," really got me thinking. It was a great way to end the poem.
Kim, I liked how you started your story. It is very true for some people in this world. Also, it has a good lesson behind it.
Nicole, yours is so descriptive. I like how you described the girl.
Awesome job!
Austin, I like the words you use in your piece. I think it’s funny how Cornelia says she is goofy over a boy, instead of saying she likes him a lot. I also think it’s hilarious that you have Katherine suggest that Cornelia “ask him to that big shindig at the swanky ballroom.” Those aren’t words people usually hear in everyday conversation.
Justin, I like your second poem, the not named one. I like how you use opposites in the first three lines. They are the most powerful to me. I especially like the lines “who am I to say anything/I am it’s guiltiest player”. Those are also powerful lines.
i think your poem i funny and i like the humor at the end.
---Nicole
Kim, your story was interesante. I couldn't believe that she became blind! I feel like that was a kind of karma. I think you should develop this, because I am hooked and I want to know how she makes it through the days.
Dan, I like the full circle effect of your writing. I liked how you still rely on your sister and stuff.
Jacob, I really like how yours really states the way that many people would love to have th would be these days. I enjoyed it a lot.
Kim, I liked your story. The opening grabbed my attention right away. :) I feel bad for the girl going blind.
Lauren, I liked your poem a lot. It was the perfect way to describe how some people think love is missing and that they will never find it.
Katie, yours completely makes me think of my mom in a way. She is always worried that something like that will happen to me when I go to a concert or anything of that type.
lauren, i loved your poem. it was probably because it was about love, but it was very true how love hides when you want it the most and such. everything about it just was true to me.
Lauren your poem is so cute! You always use good word choice.
Nice job!
austin, hmmmm this story sounds very familiar to me, almost like i've heard it already!! it even reminds me of some of my friends =)
i like your use of words like swanky and shindig.
i reworked the thing i wrote for the prompt the other day and added to it. here a go!
"so, ah, what's life like here?" Jasper asked, shuffling his feet, looking around. he followed the gray-suited woman down the hall, taking in his new boarding school- Heinmann Academy for Psychics. the deep red carpet and painted pictures on the stone gray walls lent a sense of cold majesty to th place. the chandeliers from the ceiling helped, too. from the outside, it was like that as well: old brick buildings in a large, green lawn, surrounded by an ivy-covered sandstone wall with iron barred front gates. they were currently in the dorm building.
"You'll get used to it." she smiled over her shoulder. other than that she gave him no response, leaving him to follow her cluelessly. she stopped, showing him a door. "this will be your room. you can put your bags in here, and we'll be off to meet your partners."
"partners?" he put his bags in the small, sparsely furnished gray room. there wasn't much in there: a window with gray curtains, an empty dresser, a bare bed. he would have to do some decorating.
"yes. here at Heinmann, we partner students together to help each other cope and adjust, and also to work together on assignment. you may know already, but Heinmann occasionally sends out students to help solve and deal with psychic crimes. yes, sort of like the X-Men." she smiled knowingly at Jasper's bewildered expression.
"how did you-"
"i'm a telepath. i hear your thoughts, when i listen." she smiled again. they stopped in front of another door. she knocked and the door opened. Inside the room were two beds, wine red and black, various posters plastered on the wall, and a red shag rug on the floor. the curtains were red. the girl who opened the door was about jasper's size, with straight, dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. when he looked past her arm, he saw a second girl, the spitting image of the first, sitting on the black bed and leaning back on her hands.
"these will be your new partners: Crash and Burn." the girl on the bed nodded in way of greeting, the other one smirked. "twin sisters. can level New York City inside of five minutes, were they so inclined. they would, too." the girls stood next to each other in the middle of the room while the woman rattled off their information. the one who had opened the door grinned at the mention of sending New York City to kingdom come. "while they're not telepathic per se, their abilities compliment each other, making them our own little demolition crew."
"i'm Crash. i make things go 'boom'." the girl who opened the door grinned maniacally, and Jasper swore he saw pointed teeth. the way she said it, and the way she smiled, made jasper think of a wild animal, a predator. this girl was dangerous. he swallowed.
"Burn." the other said. she held out her hand, which then burst into flame. "for obvious reasons." she reminded him of an iceberg, cold and distant.
"dont' worry, they warm up after a while." gray-suit-lady smiled. "Crash and Burn arent' their real names, but that's what everyone calls them- even the teachers. Crash, Burn, this is Jasper, your new partner. I'll leave you three to get acquainted." she left, closing the door, leaving jasper feeling like a lamb locked in with the lions.
the two girls really were mirror images of each other. the only difference was their expressions. =: Crash was perpetually smirking, looking like a fox staring at a rabbit, while Burn had the most deadpan face jasper had ever seen. they even wore the same clothes, black tanktops with dust-brown cargo pants. without even a glance at each other, they walked to their beds and sat down, then gestured to the black rocker chair on the ground, inviting him to sit. tentatively, he did. as they were staring expectantly, jasper introduced himself.
"ah, i'm jasper. my ability is, well... i can control the senses. i trick the brain into thinking this or that. for example..." the scent of sea breezes filled the air out of nowhere as the sound of waves crashing against the shore echoed and water covered the floorboards. both girls gasped as the unexpected water lapped at their feet. jasper blinked, and all was as it was again.
"that was cool." Crash was the first to break the silence. yeah, there are a lot of applications to this." he glanced at the rug, and it was suddenly a tap dancing elephant in a yellow tutu. Crash burst out laughing. even Burn couldn't restrain a giggle.
so, there it is. i have no idea what's going to happen to poor Jasper, but the poor kid is partnered with he two looniest kids in school. many troubles await.
Wow, I am really impressed with this week's publish and perish offerings & comments. Please don't feel slighted if I haven't responded to your post... I may only respond to a handful each week depending on time or I have offered a response when you shared in class.
I do read them all.
Nicole, your prince story is a great spin on the classic fairy tale... I can't wait to see what develops.
Kim, great set up. I like the last line especially where the young person can only see shadows - perhaps a title?
Austin, you really stepped up this week and have captured the young female voice. I like the use of the old 50-60 lingo... You could certainly have it be a stylistic thing on the characters' part rather than set in a particular time period.
Rachel, I am curious to know what happens next and it is nice to see you explore a conflict outside of the male-female relationships you use so often.
Katie B., I like how you describe branches as thin after the leaves fall. You do a beautiful job creating imagery.
Alicia, I enjoy your imagery as well. A character named Night offers lots of opportunities. I especially like the lines: "The sky was a gray screen over the school campus. " and "It fell in watery drops that left dark splotches on the pavement."
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