Author's Note: Once again we read another story about defense mechanisms. This one was called To Build a Fire.
Intelligence: Are we truly gaining it?
The common man’s intelligence about basic survival in the wilderness is dwindling rapidly. When we were in our primitive form as cavemen, humans gained enormous amounts of experience on how to live on nothing but the natural resources around us; but, as time kept moving forward, that inner instinct vanished into thin air. Whether it is a small skill such as building a fire out of wood or hunting downs animals for food, the natural instinct has left us, and now we just google it on our smart phones. Through the short story, “To Build a Fire,” the author, Jack London, proves that we may be gaining knowledge; but those key aspects in life that leads us down the yellow brick road vanish through ignorance, and could lead humans to certain death.
Using diction and repetition, Jack London illustrates a man who notices death was lurking until moments away from his deathbed. The man for the past few hours has been trying to find a group of people with his “loyal” dog. In order to survive he builds a fire; however, suddenly he realizes that fact that the journey will be impossible for him. The author narrates, “A certain fear of death, dull and oppressive, came to him. This fear quickly became poignant as he realized that it was no longer a mere matter of freezing his fingers and toes, or of losing his hands and feet, but that it was a matter of life and death with the chances against him”The author repeats the concept of death with powerful diction to key to the readers: An ignorant person is not a knowledgeable person. Even if the man makes it to this camp where all the other man are, how does he know his hands will ever function again. Ignorance. It’s as simple as that. The man’s ignorance the whole trip is at point where any step could be his last. If a sensible man was in the same situation he wouldn’t ignore the fact that the trip will be near to impossible to make on one trip and that he should shelter for the night and continue on the next day. Not this man, his overly confident ego mixed with his ignorance leads him to certain death. If just once, he thought about the consequences, the chance of his survival would just sky rocket. In the end, the key aspects in life that leads everyone down their own yellow brick roads, was ignored by the man in the short story “To Build a Fire” by Jack London; therefore, a happy ending would be like someone trying to count the stars … impossible.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
An Occurance at Owl Creek Bridge
Authors Note: In order to continue our knowledge on defense mechanism we read the short story An Occurance at Owl Creek Bridge. Then we had to right a response to it.
What Truly Matters in Life?
One always wonders why a person does what he does. For example in the short story, “An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge,” in which the author, Ambrose Bierce, writes a story about a man representative of humanity. This man from a reader’s point of view was escaping death, but actually is experiencing a flashback in the final moments of life. Bierce creates an illusion in the writing to convey the message to the world that it is no matter what you’re doing in life; you should always care about what really is necessary in life, because later on you may not be living to cherish those precious moments.
Using illusions in writing allows the reader to think one thought but it’s truly a whole other ball game. Peyton Farquhar, a plantation owner in North Alabama, is about to be hang for his “misdeeds”. Even though, through the eyes of the readers it seems that he has developed a plan to escape and is near the final stages of his escape, he truly is about to die and get hanged. The author illustrates, “By nightfall he was fatigued, footsore, famishing. The thought of his wife and children urged him on. At last he found a road which led him in what he knows was the right direction”. After walking what he thinks is the right path for a while, he is in front of his house looking at his wife . He about to ran up and hug his wife, but everything goes down the drain. The author narrates, “As he is about to clasp her, he feels a stunning blow upon the back of the neck; a blinding white light blazes all about him, with a sound like the shock of a cannon-then all is darkness and silence. Peyton Farquhar was dead; his body, with a broken neck, swung gently from side to side beneath the timbers of the Owl Creek Bridge” (198). The whole story the reader actually thinks Peyton has escaped from the soldiers and is running for his life when he finally reaches home. No; instead, he is just having a bunch of flashback which to the readers seems as events occurring in the present. Afterwards, it reminds the readers that even though you may be dying you should always remember about your loved ones; because, you will not be there always to enjoy those precious moment with them. In Peyton’s case, he thinks about a flashback, about what truly matter to him, his family. In the end, in the short story “An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge” , Ambrose Bierce, the author, utilizes illusions throughout the story to persuade the readers that no matter what not matter what a person maybe doing, one should make sure that they are always is there to cherish those precious moments, because they only happen once in a lifetime.
What Truly Matters in Life?
One always wonders why a person does what he does. For example in the short story, “An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge,” in which the author, Ambrose Bierce, writes a story about a man representative of humanity. This man from a reader’s point of view was escaping death, but actually is experiencing a flashback in the final moments of life. Bierce creates an illusion in the writing to convey the message to the world that it is no matter what you’re doing in life; you should always care about what really is necessary in life, because later on you may not be living to cherish those precious moments.
Using illusions in writing allows the reader to think one thought but it’s truly a whole other ball game. Peyton Farquhar, a plantation owner in North Alabama, is about to be hang for his “misdeeds”. Even though, through the eyes of the readers it seems that he has developed a plan to escape and is near the final stages of his escape, he truly is about to die and get hanged. The author illustrates, “By nightfall he was fatigued, footsore, famishing. The thought of his wife and children urged him on. At last he found a road which led him in what he knows was the right direction”. After walking what he thinks is the right path for a while, he is in front of his house looking at his wife . He about to ran up and hug his wife, but everything goes down the drain. The author narrates, “As he is about to clasp her, he feels a stunning blow upon the back of the neck; a blinding white light blazes all about him, with a sound like the shock of a cannon-then all is darkness and silence. Peyton Farquhar was dead; his body, with a broken neck, swung gently from side to side beneath the timbers of the Owl Creek Bridge” (198). The whole story the reader actually thinks Peyton has escaped from the soldiers and is running for his life when he finally reaches home. No; instead, he is just having a bunch of flashback which to the readers seems as events occurring in the present. Afterwards, it reminds the readers that even though you may be dying you should always remember about your loved ones; because, you will not be there always to enjoy those precious moment with them. In Peyton’s case, he thinks about a flashback, about what truly matter to him, his family. In the end, in the short story “An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge” , Ambrose Bierce, the author, utilizes illusions throughout the story to persuade the readers that no matter what not matter what a person maybe doing, one should make sure that they are always is there to cherish those precious moments, because they only happen once in a lifetime.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Short Story - KBF
Author's Note: After we learned about defense mechanisms we read three stories about people who utilized different mechanisms in there life. To conclude the whole project we were asked to create short story with a defense mechanism in it. With this KBF came to life.
The Idea
It was a brisk morning in the city of Green Bay. The snow was falling at just the right pace to make sure the ground always remained with that perfect layer of snow. Even when the local traffic went by, their tracks vanished to let an untouched blanket of snow remain. Sitting in a brand new 2012 Audi R8 Spyder were two best friends, Bailey and Tyler. Their 18th birthdays were today and they both had the same plan; get a lottery ticket that could win them lifetime tickets to the Super Bowl. Bailey and Tyler’s families were loaded with money and were willing to send them to the every single Super Bowl; however, the boys didn’t like the easy way out.
As Bailey started his brand new car, all 560 horses roared to life. While the powerful V-10 sent the blood coursing through his veins, sweat began to form on Bailey’s hands as each finger touched the heated, leather steering wheel.
They rerouted their journey to the local Mobil gas station to make sure they pass Lambeau Field, because they believed that it would give them luck, when trying to win the lottery ticket that could win them a trip to every single Super Bowl in their lifetime. They were about to pass Lambeau, when they came to a screeching halt.
They couldn’t believe their eyes. Brett Favre was in town signing autographs. The boys hated Brett with the same intensity that girls love Taylor Lautner (Jacob!), boys hate Justin Bieber, and America hated Osama Bin Laden.
Bailey screamed, “WE’RE KILLING BRETT FAVRE!!!”
Tyler, puzzled as always, screamed, “YES! But how?”
“MWAHAHAH! I thought you’d never ask. We are going to have a blood thirsty Viking riding a chariot being pulled by a bear and a lion. Then…then, to humiliate him even more we will tie him on the goal post in a peace sign shape wearing an Aaron Rodger jersey and the famous CHEESEHEAD! ”
“WH… oooh, the NFC North Division, main rivals, gotcha. Nice idea; LET”S F’IN KILL BRETT FARVE!!!”
“That traitor messed with the wrong guys.”
The Killing
The killing started out with the boys luring Brett Favre to the Practice Field across the street. There the boys have bought a Viking, Lion, and Bear to do the killing. Afterwards, they would deny killing Brett Favre. In their mind they felt that theoretically the Bear, Lion, and Viking actually killed Brett Favre, and they didn’t actually kill him with their hands. So if they denied whatever they were asked their life would become as smooth as silk. For visual proof they will have a video recording. Henceforth their yellow brick road had deny written all over it. After the brainstorming they began plan “KBF” aka Kill Brett Favre.
“Hey Brett. We are your BIGGEST fans and were wondering if you could come over and see our football team play in the practice field” said Bailey.
Tyler added “Yeah that would be AMAZING”!
Brett thought for a bit and concluded, “It should be a short trip, why not”.
Tyler and Bailey smiled at each other and yelled, “THANK YOU SO MUCH”.
After Brett Favre meet and autographed with the last 13 people in line, he began to walk with the boys. A sudden thought came to Bailey’s mind.
Bailey saw that Favre on the phone and whispered, “We forgot that we have to cut Brett to let blood go out; therefore, the bear and lion can sniff it and always know where he is”.
Tyler whispered, “Don’t worry already have that covered”. He then nodded to Brett’s hand. Drip Drip Drip … Bailey noticed the small river of blood oozing out of Brett’s middle finger. The best part was Favre didn’t notice it. Bailey smiled at Tyler and went on walking with infamous quarterback.
The next step of the plan began when they were about to enter the field. They strategically placed cameras throughout the field so they could watch the killing from the outside. With this, they could place the Cheesehead on Brett and push him into the killing area and let their little evil selves sit outside and peacefully watching the gruesome event.
The moment before they entered the doors, Tyler put on the Cheesehead. Then with a sense of victory they both said, “Goodbye M*****F*****” and pushed him to his doom. The boys ran at full speed to the hideout and watched KBF come to life.
Brett stood there in the center of the spotlight without a clue of what is going on. A rumbling came from the corner of the field as well as a mysterious battle cry. One thing came to his mind. RUN! At full speed he ran into the blackness hoping for the exit only to come face to face with a lion and bear.
The Viking shouted, “ATTACK!!!” In unison, the bear and lion clawed at Brett’s skin. Flesh came off him, like a person cutting into butter with a knife. Pieces were thrown everywhere. As every moment passed Brett became smaller and smaller. The Viking shouted “Stop”. The bear and lion stopped only to leave a fleshless Brett standing. The body fell apart; his arms shriveled and fell downward, the eyes fell down from the head of the bloody body. The Viking stepped off his chariot, rumbling the ground with every step. As he stepped in front of the body of what once was Brett Favre, he took out his axe and with a mighty swing cut him right in half. Blood squirted everywhere. This got the lion n’ bear really hyped, like 10 year old girls at a Selena Gomez concert. The Viking, full of himself, got onto his chariot, and whispered in the bear n’ lion’s ear, “eat”.
At once the bear n’ lion devoured Brett Favre piece by piece. With every waning second, another part of his body vanished into the mouth of the beasts. Within a mere minute there was no sign of the infamous traitor, other then the blood scattered throughout the green and white field. The guys flicked the light three times to give the signal for the Viking to stop. The magnificent, blood stained chariot went off into the darkness never to be found again.
The Aftermath
They felt the rush in their body and made their aftermath plans before proceeding. Also, after the boys realized they forgot multiple steps in the killing, they concluded this was better than they planned. Bailey immediately went into denial mode and took out all the cameras. Tyler ran to the front and to make sure no one was looking in the process. The next thirteen minutes was a big blur for the boys: the taking out of the equipment, the destruction of the secret hideout and the silent ride home. All of this seemed to make Tyler’s brain distorted. Gruesome, bloody pictures seemed to go through his mind downward through every part of his body and soul. Additionally denial just wasn’t in his system, the truth felt right to him. He finally broke the silence.
With guilt in every word he said, “Did we do the right thing?”
Bailey replied, “Of course, we killed our worst enemy”
“But did we really do the RIGHT thing?”
“Don’t worry about it just deny, deny, deny and “AAL izz Well” (3 Idiots)”
“I don’t know if I could tell a lie for the rest of my life, eventually the truth will come out. You know this about me Bailey.”
“I forgot … fine. Let’s make this simple.”
“Ho…” Before Tyler could even finish his sentence Bailey took out a gun, and took one shot. Smack dab in the middle of Tyler’s forehead was a big gauging hole with blood pouring out like Niagara Falls. Bailey made sure no one was looking and threw Tyler’s body on the street for the citizens of Green Bay to see an innocent boy killed by a psychopathic maniac on the run.
The Idea
It was a brisk morning in the city of Green Bay. The snow was falling at just the right pace to make sure the ground always remained with that perfect layer of snow. Even when the local traffic went by, their tracks vanished to let an untouched blanket of snow remain. Sitting in a brand new 2012 Audi R8 Spyder were two best friends, Bailey and Tyler. Their 18th birthdays were today and they both had the same plan; get a lottery ticket that could win them lifetime tickets to the Super Bowl. Bailey and Tyler’s families were loaded with money and were willing to send them to the every single Super Bowl; however, the boys didn’t like the easy way out.
As Bailey started his brand new car, all 560 horses roared to life. While the powerful V-10 sent the blood coursing through his veins, sweat began to form on Bailey’s hands as each finger touched the heated, leather steering wheel.
They rerouted their journey to the local Mobil gas station to make sure they pass Lambeau Field, because they believed that it would give them luck, when trying to win the lottery ticket that could win them a trip to every single Super Bowl in their lifetime. They were about to pass Lambeau, when they came to a screeching halt.
They couldn’t believe their eyes. Brett Favre was in town signing autographs. The boys hated Brett with the same intensity that girls love Taylor Lautner (Jacob!), boys hate Justin Bieber, and America hated Osama Bin Laden.
Bailey screamed, “WE’RE KILLING BRETT FAVRE!!!”
Tyler, puzzled as always, screamed, “YES! But how?”
“MWAHAHAH! I thought you’d never ask. We are going to have a blood thirsty Viking riding a chariot being pulled by a bear and a lion. Then…then, to humiliate him even more we will tie him on the goal post in a peace sign shape wearing an Aaron Rodger jersey and the famous CHEESEHEAD! ”
“WH… oooh, the NFC North Division, main rivals, gotcha. Nice idea; LET”S F’IN KILL BRETT FARVE!!!”
“That traitor messed with the wrong guys.”
The Killing
The killing started out with the boys luring Brett Favre to the Practice Field across the street. There the boys have bought a Viking, Lion, and Bear to do the killing. Afterwards, they would deny killing Brett Favre. In their mind they felt that theoretically the Bear, Lion, and Viking actually killed Brett Favre, and they didn’t actually kill him with their hands. So if they denied whatever they were asked their life would become as smooth as silk. For visual proof they will have a video recording. Henceforth their yellow brick road had deny written all over it. After the brainstorming they began plan “KBF” aka Kill Brett Favre.
“Hey Brett. We are your BIGGEST fans and were wondering if you could come over and see our football team play in the practice field” said Bailey.
Tyler added “Yeah that would be AMAZING”!
Brett thought for a bit and concluded, “It should be a short trip, why not”.
Tyler and Bailey smiled at each other and yelled, “THANK YOU SO MUCH”.
After Brett Favre meet and autographed with the last 13 people in line, he began to walk with the boys. A sudden thought came to Bailey’s mind.
Bailey saw that Favre on the phone and whispered, “We forgot that we have to cut Brett to let blood go out; therefore, the bear and lion can sniff it and always know where he is”.
Tyler whispered, “Don’t worry already have that covered”. He then nodded to Brett’s hand. Drip Drip Drip … Bailey noticed the small river of blood oozing out of Brett’s middle finger. The best part was Favre didn’t notice it. Bailey smiled at Tyler and went on walking with infamous quarterback.
The next step of the plan began when they were about to enter the field. They strategically placed cameras throughout the field so they could watch the killing from the outside. With this, they could place the Cheesehead on Brett and push him into the killing area and let their little evil selves sit outside and peacefully watching the gruesome event.
The moment before they entered the doors, Tyler put on the Cheesehead. Then with a sense of victory they both said, “Goodbye M*****F*****” and pushed him to his doom. The boys ran at full speed to the hideout and watched KBF come to life.
Brett stood there in the center of the spotlight without a clue of what is going on. A rumbling came from the corner of the field as well as a mysterious battle cry. One thing came to his mind. RUN! At full speed he ran into the blackness hoping for the exit only to come face to face with a lion and bear.
The Viking shouted, “ATTACK!!!” In unison, the bear and lion clawed at Brett’s skin. Flesh came off him, like a person cutting into butter with a knife. Pieces were thrown everywhere. As every moment passed Brett became smaller and smaller. The Viking shouted “Stop”. The bear and lion stopped only to leave a fleshless Brett standing. The body fell apart; his arms shriveled and fell downward, the eyes fell down from the head of the bloody body. The Viking stepped off his chariot, rumbling the ground with every step. As he stepped in front of the body of what once was Brett Favre, he took out his axe and with a mighty swing cut him right in half. Blood squirted everywhere. This got the lion n’ bear really hyped, like 10 year old girls at a Selena Gomez concert. The Viking, full of himself, got onto his chariot, and whispered in the bear n’ lion’s ear, “eat”.
At once the bear n’ lion devoured Brett Favre piece by piece. With every waning second, another part of his body vanished into the mouth of the beasts. Within a mere minute there was no sign of the infamous traitor, other then the blood scattered throughout the green and white field. The guys flicked the light three times to give the signal for the Viking to stop. The magnificent, blood stained chariot went off into the darkness never to be found again.
The Aftermath
They felt the rush in their body and made their aftermath plans before proceeding. Also, after the boys realized they forgot multiple steps in the killing, they concluded this was better than they planned. Bailey immediately went into denial mode and took out all the cameras. Tyler ran to the front and to make sure no one was looking in the process. The next thirteen minutes was a big blur for the boys: the taking out of the equipment, the destruction of the secret hideout and the silent ride home. All of this seemed to make Tyler’s brain distorted. Gruesome, bloody pictures seemed to go through his mind downward through every part of his body and soul. Additionally denial just wasn’t in his system, the truth felt right to him. He finally broke the silence.
With guilt in every word he said, “Did we do the right thing?”
Bailey replied, “Of course, we killed our worst enemy”
“But did we really do the RIGHT thing?”
“Don’t worry about it just deny, deny, deny and “AAL izz Well” (3 Idiots)”
“I don’t know if I could tell a lie for the rest of my life, eventually the truth will come out. You know this about me Bailey.”
“I forgot … fine. Let’s make this simple.”
“Ho…” Before Tyler could even finish his sentence Bailey took out a gun, and took one shot. Smack dab in the middle of Tyler’s forehead was a big gauging hole with blood pouring out like Niagara Falls. Bailey made sure no one was looking and threw Tyler’s body on the street for the citizens of Green Bay to see an innocent boy killed by a psychopathic maniac on the run.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Random Post #7
The next two weeks of school we be somewhat of torture. I have so many tests. In science I have a Chemistry Test. Then there's social studies, with the Civil War Test. After that I have two District Assessments in Math and French. AHHHHHHH! To many tests. At least non of the test are on the same day. I shall keep you updated on the test once I finished all of them. So look into the next blog post to probabely find out how I did.
The Giver
Again, I know it may be a little late but I thought my blog readers want to see my Giver Response.
It is true that The Giver is a very hard novel to turn into a theatrical performance. There were many scene that truly are very hard. One scene in particular would be the apple scene. In the play they are pretending to throwing a fake apple across the stage. Then when Jonas was just about to catch the apple he sees something and the fake, imaginative apple falls down and turn into imaginative apple sauce. That was really cheesy. Personally it would have been much better if they used a projector. The projector would help enhance the moment because it could actually project the apple turning into the apple sauce or a matter of fact the color red. He other thing that made the play confusing was the changing of character. The one person that really confused me was the red headed girl who was Lily and Fiona. You almost never knew if she was Lily or Fiona. All they needed to do was get another person to act as Fiona and it would have been fine. In conclusion, if they used more item or props during play or even used more people the play would have been stupendous.
It is true that The Giver is a very hard novel to turn into a theatrical performance. There were many scene that truly are very hard. One scene in particular would be the apple scene. In the play they are pretending to throwing a fake apple across the stage. Then when Jonas was just about to catch the apple he sees something and the fake, imaginative apple falls down and turn into imaginative apple sauce. That was really cheesy. Personally it would have been much better if they used a projector. The projector would help enhance the moment because it could actually project the apple turning into the apple sauce or a matter of fact the color red. He other thing that made the play confusing was the changing of character. The one person that really confused me was the red headed girl who was Lily and Fiona. You almost never knew if she was Lily or Fiona. All they needed to do was get another person to act as Fiona and it would have been fine. In conclusion, if they used more item or props during play or even used more people the play would have been stupendous.
Jurassic Park
I know it is been a long time since I did the Jurassic Park responses, but I thought you may want to see what I wrote about Jurassic Park. Here are the questions I answered.
1. How did the music contribute to the mood and suspense of the story?
Music may not seem important in the story but it is a key in scaring the ants out of your pants. The music really dramatizes the move so that it creates a more of a tenser scene when it is starting to get ugly. Also it helps creates more suspense. One example of this is whenever the T-Rex is coming there is a booming sound in the background foreshadowing the event of a major attack. Therefore without music and suspense in the movie the movie would be an EPIC FAIL.
2. If you believe the story is a tragedy, then explain Dennis Nedry’s tragic flaw and the tragic fall that follows because of it.
Dennis Nedry, an overweight nerd about computer has a major tragic flaw. His tragic flaw is his overconfidence. His overconfidence pretty much leads him to his tragic fall which is dying. You may be asking why over confidence is his tragic flaw just think about it. He thinks that with ease he can hack the system, take the egg supplies, and run away. News flash Dennis this is Jurassic Park, and you just off the system that keeps you safe, and you want to just drive away. If I could just say one thing, you are plain old dumb. In conclusion, the flaw that Dennis has which is overconfidence, leads him to his death against a raptor, which he let in to his path by turning off the security system.
1. During the tour of the facility, Ian Malcolm comments that “Life finds a way.” What does he mean? How does this foreshadow events that occur later?
Life finds a way, might be a simple saying but actually comes through in the movie. To me life finds a way means that the life of that egg will finds its way. This event foreshadows a few main events. One event is when the eggs hatch which happens when water helps make it grow. Therefore life has found its way. Also when they overcome Jurassic Park by going off the island, once again life finds a way. In conclusion, the comment “Life finds a way” by Ian Malcolm is an awesome comment that foreshadows many great events.
1. How did the music contribute to the mood and suspense of the story?
Music may not seem important in the story but it is a key in scaring the ants out of your pants. The music really dramatizes the move so that it creates a more of a tenser scene when it is starting to get ugly. Also it helps creates more suspense. One example of this is whenever the T-Rex is coming there is a booming sound in the background foreshadowing the event of a major attack. Therefore without music and suspense in the movie the movie would be an EPIC FAIL.
2. If you believe the story is a tragedy, then explain Dennis Nedry’s tragic flaw and the tragic fall that follows because of it.
Dennis Nedry, an overweight nerd about computer has a major tragic flaw. His tragic flaw is his overconfidence. His overconfidence pretty much leads him to his tragic fall which is dying. You may be asking why over confidence is his tragic flaw just think about it. He thinks that with ease he can hack the system, take the egg supplies, and run away. News flash Dennis this is Jurassic Park, and you just off the system that keeps you safe, and you want to just drive away. If I could just say one thing, you are plain old dumb. In conclusion, the flaw that Dennis has which is overconfidence, leads him to his death against a raptor, which he let in to his path by turning off the security system.
1. During the tour of the facility, Ian Malcolm comments that “Life finds a way.” What does he mean? How does this foreshadow events that occur later?
Life finds a way, might be a simple saying but actually comes through in the movie. To me life finds a way means that the life of that egg will finds its way. This event foreshadows a few main events. One event is when the eggs hatch which happens when water helps make it grow. Therefore life has found its way. Also when they overcome Jurassic Park by going off the island, once again life finds a way. In conclusion, the comment “Life finds a way” by Ian Malcolm is an awesome comment that foreshadows many great events.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Random Post #6
This past weeekend I had a party for my birthday that was two weeks back. The people that I invited were Jacob Stern, Bailey Zimmerly, Tyler Stanczak, and Kyle Gloss. First we played Wii for for one hour. Then we got our food, which was Buffalo Wild Wings, Pizza Hut, and a party sub from Jimmy Johns. Even though we were still suppose to play wii, we actually watched TV and stated wrestling. That was pretty strange. The other thing was that their was a tornado watch on that day. The rest of that day for me is a really big mystery.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Random Post #5
Once upon a time there was a little kid named Butch Jr. Butch Junior was always getting bullied by his mean old brother Butch Sr. Whenever poor little Butch Junior came how he would always have bruises from his fight with Butch Sr. One day Butch Senior was really upset at Butch Junior that he had to be in a wheel chair for 10 years. After that fight, Butch Senior was so upset that he never bullied anyone again.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Random Post #4
Today I shall be talking to you about my day at Animal Kingdom. It was my first day at Disney in Florida so it took some time for all of the events to seep in. First we had a picture session in front of the humongous tree. Then we got fastpasses for Expedition Everest. After that we went to Africa where we went on a safari of the zoo where the literally the animal are let freely throughout that part of the park. It was amazing. Then we went to Expedition Everest in which you can read my experiance in Random Post #3. Then we went on some other more milder rides. This was the only day we went home early too. When we did go home we all changed as fast as we can into our swimming gear and literally jumped into the pool. The rest of the day for me is pretty much a mystery.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Random Post #3
If there is one thing that Disney helped me understand is that roller coasters are not for me. I went on a roller coaster called Expedition Everest. It was an amazing roller coaster but when it took me through those sudden backdrops and turns, my tummy was turning. After the roller coaster I almost vomited too. In conclusion, certain roller coasters are not fit for me.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Random Post #2
It was a nice spring day in the city of Pewaukee. I called up my friend Tyler to ask him about his trip to Jamaica.
“Hello”, said Tyler.
I replied, “Hey it’s Sri.”
“Hey.”
“How’s Jamaica man.”
“Pretty good.”
“Yeah I leaving tomorrow for Florida.”
“Sweet.”
“Did Aidan sit near your during your flight?”
“Actually Aidan was sitting right near me.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Sorry to hang up so abruptly, but my parents are calling.”
“See you later then.”
“See yeah.”
“Hello”, said Tyler.
I replied, “Hey it’s Sri.”
“Hey.”
“How’s Jamaica man.”
“Pretty good.”
“Yeah I leaving tomorrow for Florida.”
“Sweet.”
“Did Aidan sit near your during your flight?”
“Actually Aidan was sitting right near me.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Sorry to hang up so abruptly, but my parents are calling.”
“See you later then.”
“See yeah.”
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Random Post
It was a nice summer day in the town of Pewaukee. David Collins was walking down the street remembering the days when he used to go to school here. Suddenly he was crowded by many other people. So he ran away with ease getting away from the strange people. On the way to McDonalds, David froze, checking his right pocket. Where was the money? He had lost $1,000. So he thought about who could take the money and the first thing that came to mind was the strange people who came close to him. He went to check them out. When David got there he asked them if they had taken the $1,000. The older women said to him to check his left pocket, and sure enough the money was there. After that small incident he asked them who they were. Soon after they replied they were from his favorite T.V. show “Survivor” and he asked them if he would like to be a contestant. David was in awe when they said the offer. He was about to accept it, but a strange feeling came to his mind. He remembered that Mr. Roehl his Middle School Teacher had been the one who showed him the show and he tried multiple times to get on but failed. Therefore with the kind of heart he has he kindly declined the offer and asked them to take Scott Roehl instead of him. They accepted the offer and David never saw the people from “Survivor” ever again.
Monday, February 22, 2010
???
"Am I dead?" was the first thing that I said when I got back my conscious. Suddenly a mysterious black objects appear in the background. I put on my glasses to get a better look at the people and where the heck am I. Quickly everything became clear. The mysterious dark figure that approach were my mom, my dad, my friend Aidan, ... Roger Federer, Rafael Nadal, Sri Kodali, and Tyler Stanczak! My brain after seeing the players got a blast from the past.
It was a nice summer day in New York, NY. I looked out the window an see a crowd near one entrance so I get dressed to see what is going on. All of a sudden I huge poster flies into my face and I realizes why practically everyone is here. It was a doubles match between Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal vs. Sri Kodali and Tyler Stanczak. In fairly large print on the bottom of the paper was the main reason everyone was here because it was a raffle for two front row seats to the game. So I go to the counter to get my raffle ticket and the number was 041796.
A judge came up to a bright yellow podium to greet the audience, and after some five minutes about the greatness of the match he began the raffle. He said, "This raffle is like no other. You must have the birthday of one of the stars in the match in order to win. We did make sure only one person got it."
Someone right in front of the podium said, "I think I got it the birthday of Sri Kodali. " She went up to the stage gave the judge the ticket .
He replied, "Her number is ...4...17…96."
I realized that was my number the same so I said, "I have the same number!"
"Come up to the podium so I can check if you are right." replied the judge. I go to the judge with sweat seeping into my cap very fast. He check my number and said to the whole audience, "There seem to be a tie between these to people therefore to decide who is the winner they will do a simple game of Rock, Paper, Scissors."
"Oh my god..." goes most the crowd, "… that is such a simple game." I go into my position and put out my hand. So does the opponent who I still don't know is. I think in my head that most likely she will do rock, so I shall do paper. Well, that did not work out to well because I lost the first round. In the second round I won using scissors. The final round came and both of us were as nervous as a president giving his first speech to the public. I choose paper the one I never one with but I had a very strong gut feeling that I would win with it. We go down in unison to pick our choice and she picks … rock, which means I won!!! The crowd goes in a uproar, and the first thing I think of is that I should call Aidan to the exhibition match.
I called up Aidan and he replied in a weird voice, "Hellllllllllllo, Aidan
speaking."
I replied, "Yo this is Bailey."
"Hey Bails."
"Hey."
"Guess what."
"What?"
"I won a lottery to a best game in the world."
"Men's Hockey final in the Olympics."
"Even Better."
"What can beat that."
"Front row seat…"
"TO WHAT!"
"The 1-set exhibition match between Rodger Federer and Rafael Nadal, who
will our old best friends Srinand Kodali aka Slinnerd, and Tyler Stanczak
aka T-bone."
"You got to be kidding me."
"I am not. I bought a lottery ticket. Played rock, paper scissors against
this one girl."
"Who is this girl."
"The more I think about that might be that one girl who beat me in the
previous lottery for second row tickets for the game."
"You mean …"
"Yes, it is Leah."
"The one who you use to fight with in Honors Geometry in Middle School."
"Yep."
"Well I hope there are not behind us or else I am going to kill them."
"Now there Aidan don't go to far."
"Fine."
"I spill ice cold Coke on her."
"That is cruel plan old cruel."
"I know, I know."
"Well anyway come to my house immediately."
"See you in about one hour."
"Bye."
"See ye."
We go to our seat and sat down. Suddenly a person comes up to us a
congratulated us, since we won the lottery. The he went away. Two other
people came walking in and the first thing that come to my mind is Leah. She
silently came down the isle with her boyfriend Matt. We didn't speak to
them, and they didn't speak with us. The Arena was full in minutes. Then the
players came out. First Rodger Federer and Rafael Nadal. The crowd roared
for them. But, When Tyler and Sri came out the only was making most of the
noise was Aidan, Me, Leah, and Matt. Everyone stared at us but we are proud
to support our best friends. They start up warming up a bit and then the
true action starts.
Sri starts out to serve. He bounces it 5 times back and forth between his
legs. He tosses the ball up and goes into the back-scratcher. He waits for
the perfect moments and hits a hard slice. The ball zooms past Nadal for a
clean ace. This happened for a second time for another point. The score is
30-luv. Sri does the same ritual but it does not have enough speed and Nadal
hits it right at Tyler. Tyler steps in and hits a nice volley toward Roger,
but Rodger hits the ball as hard as he can for a Line Drive. The ball is
out. The score is set at 40-luv, and a sweat come down Rodger cheek he wipes
it out and get ready to return the serve. Sri does once again the same
ritual and hits a ace right on the T that goes at a whooping 150 mph. A
little less than the world record. The set stands 1-0. with Rodger up to
serve. The quickly get a drink. While I go and get some snacks. I slowly
come back down with two cokes, popcorn, and my favorite jalapeño nachos. I
slowly come down and just before a I get to my seat Matt trips me a I fall
face first onto the court. I went unconscious.
That was pretty much why I was in a hospital with Rafael Nadal, Roger
Federer, Tyler Stanczak, and Sri Kodali. The doctor comes up to me and tell
me what is wrong with me.
He said, "You broke your wrist, and both your legs during that dramatic
fall. Otherwise you are fine."
I said, "Thank god I am not dead."
Rodger came up to me I said, "All of us tennis player decide, that you and
you friend Aidan can sit on the court this time with us."
I replied, "Are you sure I am not dead."
"Yes I am."
I screamed my loudest "Fantastic I will get a wheelchair and watch the
match of my lifetime!"
THE END
It was a nice summer day in New York, NY. I looked out the window an see a crowd near one entrance so I get dressed to see what is going on. All of a sudden I huge poster flies into my face and I realizes why practically everyone is here. It was a doubles match between Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal vs. Sri Kodali and Tyler Stanczak. In fairly large print on the bottom of the paper was the main reason everyone was here because it was a raffle for two front row seats to the game. So I go to the counter to get my raffle ticket and the number was 041796.
A judge came up to a bright yellow podium to greet the audience, and after some five minutes about the greatness of the match he began the raffle. He said, "This raffle is like no other. You must have the birthday of one of the stars in the match in order to win. We did make sure only one person got it."
Someone right in front of the podium said, "I think I got it the birthday of Sri Kodali. " She went up to the stage gave the judge the ticket .
He replied, "Her number is ...4...17…96."
I realized that was my number the same so I said, "I have the same number!"
"Come up to the podium so I can check if you are right." replied the judge. I go to the judge with sweat seeping into my cap very fast. He check my number and said to the whole audience, "There seem to be a tie between these to people therefore to decide who is the winner they will do a simple game of Rock, Paper, Scissors."
"Oh my god..." goes most the crowd, "… that is such a simple game." I go into my position and put out my hand. So does the opponent who I still don't know is. I think in my head that most likely she will do rock, so I shall do paper. Well, that did not work out to well because I lost the first round. In the second round I won using scissors. The final round came and both of us were as nervous as a president giving his first speech to the public. I choose paper the one I never one with but I had a very strong gut feeling that I would win with it. We go down in unison to pick our choice and she picks … rock, which means I won!!! The crowd goes in a uproar, and the first thing I think of is that I should call Aidan to the exhibition match.
I called up Aidan and he replied in a weird voice, "Hellllllllllllo, Aidan
speaking."
I replied, "Yo this is Bailey."
"Hey Bails."
"Hey."
"Guess what."
"What?"
"I won a lottery to a best game in the world."
"Men's Hockey final in the Olympics."
"Even Better."
"What can beat that."
"Front row seat…"
"TO WHAT!"
"The 1-set exhibition match between Rodger Federer and Rafael Nadal, who
will our old best friends Srinand Kodali aka Slinnerd, and Tyler Stanczak
aka T-bone."
"You got to be kidding me."
"I am not. I bought a lottery ticket. Played rock, paper scissors against
this one girl."
"Who is this girl."
"The more I think about that might be that one girl who beat me in the
previous lottery for second row tickets for the game."
"You mean …"
"Yes, it is Leah."
"The one who you use to fight with in Honors Geometry in Middle School."
"Yep."
"Well I hope there are not behind us or else I am going to kill them."
"Now there Aidan don't go to far."
"Fine."
"I spill ice cold Coke on her."
"That is cruel plan old cruel."
"I know, I know."
"Well anyway come to my house immediately."
"See you in about one hour."
"Bye."
"See ye."
We go to our seat and sat down. Suddenly a person comes up to us a
congratulated us, since we won the lottery. The he went away. Two other
people came walking in and the first thing that come to my mind is Leah. She
silently came down the isle with her boyfriend Matt. We didn't speak to
them, and they didn't speak with us. The Arena was full in minutes. Then the
players came out. First Rodger Federer and Rafael Nadal. The crowd roared
for them. But, When Tyler and Sri came out the only was making most of the
noise was Aidan, Me, Leah, and Matt. Everyone stared at us but we are proud
to support our best friends. They start up warming up a bit and then the
true action starts.
Sri starts out to serve. He bounces it 5 times back and forth between his
legs. He tosses the ball up and goes into the back-scratcher. He waits for
the perfect moments and hits a hard slice. The ball zooms past Nadal for a
clean ace. This happened for a second time for another point. The score is
30-luv. Sri does the same ritual but it does not have enough speed and Nadal
hits it right at Tyler. Tyler steps in and hits a nice volley toward Roger,
but Rodger hits the ball as hard as he can for a Line Drive. The ball is
out. The score is set at 40-luv, and a sweat come down Rodger cheek he wipes
it out and get ready to return the serve. Sri does once again the same
ritual and hits a ace right on the T that goes at a whooping 150 mph. A
little less than the world record. The set stands 1-0. with Rodger up to
serve. The quickly get a drink. While I go and get some snacks. I slowly
come back down with two cokes, popcorn, and my favorite jalapeño nachos. I
slowly come down and just before a I get to my seat Matt trips me a I fall
face first onto the court. I went unconscious.
That was pretty much why I was in a hospital with Rafael Nadal, Roger
Federer, Tyler Stanczak, and Sri Kodali. The doctor comes up to me and tell
me what is wrong with me.
He said, "You broke your wrist, and both your legs during that dramatic
fall. Otherwise you are fine."
I said, "Thank god I am not dead."
Rodger came up to me I said, "All of us tennis player decide, that you and
you friend Aidan can sit on the court this time with us."
I replied, "Are you sure I am not dead."
"Yes I am."
I screamed my loudest "Fantastic I will get a wheelchair and watch the
match of my lifetime!"
THE END
Friday, February 19, 2010
Chapter 2 from The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
Imagine being a boy living in the 18th century. You given a job to whitewash a fence, so in order to have fun you perform the job slowing, waiting for the next dimwit to come up so you can manipulate him, In chapter two from the book The Adventure of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain shows the live of a boy who just loves to manipulate other people to do his job.
Even though it is some somewhat evil, Tom Sawyer is you average kid trying to get a job done in his own way. He tries to manipulate by trying to make them think that whitewashing is fun. For example on page 14 Tom says, “Like it? Well, I don’t see why I oughtn’t to like it. Does a boy get a chance to whitewash a fence every day?” Then and there Tom sucker punches his victim to do his job of whitewashing his fence. To do such a thing you really need to have a rotten brain which is exactly what Tom Sawyer has. Adding to that right at the beginning of the story when he starts to whitewash his fence he says his famous line, “[The fence was about] thirty yards broad, [and] nine feet high!” If any one were to paint a fence like that they would probably start at midnight and end at midnight, and Tom supposedly finish with his servant in about 8 hours flat. Therefore good ol’ Tom Sawyer is making a mountain out of a molehill.
While Tom is trying to convince many people that working is fun, one of the victims is Slave Jim. Slave Jim is a very innocent character in the book that is not like Tom at all. He likes to do his work to the full of his abilities, because he knows if he doesn’t do it adequately he will get a big spanking by Aunt Polly. The only reason he almost does some work is that he liked the bribe. Which is, “[A] white alley, … and it’s a bully tow.” This is supposed to be a high-quality marble. In the end Jim takes the marble from his hand and ran away teaching Tom a life lesson.
On the other hand Ben Rodger is your normal dimwit. He was easily caught under the grasp of Tom’s awful way of words. Tom had to use basic manipulation techniques to grab hold of the imbecile. If Ben would bulk up and realize what he was doing, he would have easily done the same thing to Tom as Jim did. On the contrary Ben is just plain old stupid. Come on, giving up a juicy apple to whitewash your average picket fence I mean come on man!
Most likely Tom won’t stop manipulating people to do his work, but Chapter two from the story The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, teaches you a very good lesson about manipulation. In conclusion, the moral for this story is that when given a job think like Jim not like Tom.
Even though it is some somewhat evil, Tom Sawyer is you average kid trying to get a job done in his own way. He tries to manipulate by trying to make them think that whitewashing is fun. For example on page 14 Tom says, “Like it? Well, I don’t see why I oughtn’t to like it. Does a boy get a chance to whitewash a fence every day?” Then and there Tom sucker punches his victim to do his job of whitewashing his fence. To do such a thing you really need to have a rotten brain which is exactly what Tom Sawyer has. Adding to that right at the beginning of the story when he starts to whitewash his fence he says his famous line, “[The fence was about] thirty yards broad, [and] nine feet high!” If any one were to paint a fence like that they would probably start at midnight and end at midnight, and Tom supposedly finish with his servant in about 8 hours flat. Therefore good ol’ Tom Sawyer is making a mountain out of a molehill.
While Tom is trying to convince many people that working is fun, one of the victims is Slave Jim. Slave Jim is a very innocent character in the book that is not like Tom at all. He likes to do his work to the full of his abilities, because he knows if he doesn’t do it adequately he will get a big spanking by Aunt Polly. The only reason he almost does some work is that he liked the bribe. Which is, “[A] white alley, … and it’s a bully tow.” This is supposed to be a high-quality marble. In the end Jim takes the marble from his hand and ran away teaching Tom a life lesson.
On the other hand Ben Rodger is your normal dimwit. He was easily caught under the grasp of Tom’s awful way of words. Tom had to use basic manipulation techniques to grab hold of the imbecile. If Ben would bulk up and realize what he was doing, he would have easily done the same thing to Tom as Jim did. On the contrary Ben is just plain old stupid. Come on, giving up a juicy apple to whitewash your average picket fence I mean come on man!
Most likely Tom won’t stop manipulating people to do his work, but Chapter two from the story The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, teaches you a very good lesson about manipulation. In conclusion, the moral for this story is that when given a job think like Jim not like Tom.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Day of the Butterfly
Imagine being the outcast of the school, the ugly duckling, because you have to be with your brother who is having some problems in school. Usually everyone would make fun of you but instead they don’t even care about you. In the short story "Day of the Butterfly" by Alice Munroe Myra Sayla is not your average outcast.
Myra Sayla is probably one of the most nicest characters you would ever read about. She is leaving her social life in order to take care of her little brother who is shy. There are probably a handful of people in our country who would do such a thing. Pretty much every single teenager living in the country now has some sort of social network which may include in person, online websites, and in-game chatting. Myra on the other hand leave all of this in order to help a brother who is little shy. Even if she takes the brother to play with the other girls on the playground the brother would be considered wimp not to play with the boys alone. Adding to that Myra can't be with the boys because everyone would think she is a tomboy. Therefore if the students in the school could be a little more friendly to Myra she might have been a better person in life.
Myra Sayla is basically an outcast because she has to take care of her younger brother, in the short story "Day of the Butterfly" by Alice Munroe. Think about a world without all these problems with boys and girls gone. Then, all of us might be living in a perfect social world.
Myra Sayla is probably one of the most nicest characters you would ever read about. She is leaving her social life in order to take care of her little brother who is shy. There are probably a handful of people in our country who would do such a thing. Pretty much every single teenager living in the country now has some sort of social network which may include in person, online websites, and in-game chatting. Myra on the other hand leave all of this in order to help a brother who is little shy. Even if she takes the brother to play with the other girls on the playground the brother would be considered wimp not to play with the boys alone. Adding to that Myra can't be with the boys because everyone would think she is a tomboy. Therefore if the students in the school could be a little more friendly to Myra she might have been a better person in life.
Myra Sayla is basically an outcast because she has to take care of her younger brother, in the short story "Day of the Butterfly" by Alice Munroe. Think about a world without all these problems with boys and girls gone. Then, all of us might be living in a perfect social world.
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