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Article posted May 29, 2012 at 06:50 PM GMT0 •
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May Freewrite
Eleven Months, 6 days, 3 hours, 7 minutes. Yeah that’s how long iv been with my boyfriend now. Preston and I have been together for almost a year now and I decided it would be a good idea to write a poem about our differences and all of the hardships we have had through this past (almost) a year. Preston and I have made it through disapproving parents, having nothing in common, fights, distance, and a 3 year age gap and look at us we are still together. Im going to stop typing now and let you read my poem. Thanks for reading.
How could we make it through this past year?
Eleven months, five days, eight hours, and five minutes
Not quite a year
But baby we are close enough.
Come on baby let’s play this by ear.
I love you
Do you love me?
We are part of one big family.
Your mom likes me
My parents disapprove of you
You’re a city boy from up town
I’m a country girl who listens to mo town
Listen up honey
Times are kind of funny
You work until you bleed
I sing the day away
Eleven months, Five days, seven hours, and 23 minutes
Not quite a year
Baby let’s get to work we have played this by ear
I have to fix this thing we have
We have to make it to a year!
Hold me like a princess
Ill sing you lullabies
Baby don’t make fun of me because my poem doesn’t rhyme
Im in love with you
And I know dang sure you are in love with me.
SO baby please take my hand and we will make a melody.
We will sing our song and ask
How did we make it through this past year.
Article posted May 29, 2012 at 06:50 PM GMT0 •
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Article posted May 23, 2012 at 02:22 PM GMT0 •
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Thump, thump, thump. Hearts beating faster and faster. Palms sweaty. A flush of red in your cheeks. True love? The song “Love Story” by Taylor Swift speaks of love and romance just like Romeo and Juliet but is it really portraying Romeo and Juliet’s relationship correctly. I believe that this song is completely incorrect about Romeo and Juliet’s relationship. The song implies that Juliet ran away with Romeo, and that Romeo finally got permission to marry Juliet.
The song depicts the people mentioned in it to be Romeo and Juliet. The song may allude to the fact that the people are Romeo and Juliet but the song does not quite represent the relationship between Romeo and Juliet. Romeo and Juliet only let a few select people know that they were together and in the song it makes it seem like the families knew they liked each other. This song completely tells the whole story wrong. Sure Romeo and Juliet fall in “love” and so do the people in the song but almost everything else in the song is incorrect.
In the song it say that Juliet told Romeo that she will meet him somewhere so that they can run away together and that never happened in the really happened in the play. In the original play Friar Lawrence set it up for them to meet up in Juliet’s tomb and run away but Romeo had no idea about the arrangement. In the song Romeo and Juliet were just suppose to meet up but in the original play Juliet was playing dead and Romeo went to go see her because he was so sad that she was dead.
In the song is says that Romeo got permission from Juliet’s father to marry her and that never happened in the play. Lord Capulet never knew that Romeo and Juliet were together until the end when the two bodies were found together. It implies in the song that Lord Capulet told Romeo to stay away from Juliet but in the end gave up and told Romeo that he could marry Juliet and that she needs to pick out a dress.
In conclusion the song “Love Story” does not properly allude to Romeo and Juliet.
Article posted May 23, 2012 at 02:22 PM GMT0 •
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Article posted May 16, 2012 at 02:01 PM GMT0 •
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Dear. Fresh Freshman
Are you a little scared because you are a Freshman? Do you not know what to do? Do you want to know how to get through it? Then stop scrolling through all of these because I have the thing for you. I call it the “How to Survive Being A Freshman Handbook/Blog”
• Do your work. It makes everything a lot easier.
• Be prepared because sometimes you wont be able to go back to your locker.
• Don’t believe anything older kids say to you about the teachers. Ninth grade teachers are just like the teachers in any other grade (Except Miss Transue she is awesome;)”
• Be nice to the kids in your grade. Ninth grade is the year to prove yourself. If you feel like you don’t have many friends ninth grade is your chance to change that.
• Time passes faster than you think it does. DON’T PROCRASTINATE.
• I recommend having a binder to put all of your stuff in. You never know when you may need something and not be able to go out in the hall.
• Don’t take your study halls for granted you will really need them.
• Make friends with the teachers. The happier the teacher is the more enjoyable the class will be.
Well kiddies, I hope my survival handbook has helped you
Sincerely
The kid who will forever be your upperclassman
Justine
Article posted May 16, 2012 at 02:01 PM GMT0 •
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Article posted February 15, 2012 at 06:51 PM GMT0 •
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Breaking news! Huge 300 pound lion with 26 razor sharp teeth and a big fluffy main have escaped from my room! She is a pain in the behind that sleeps on my head, tries to eat my food, and worst yet cuddles with me after I give her treats. Yes that’s right folks that big scary lion in my cat Ginger.
Ginger isn’t big or scary in reality she weighs three pounds is covered in orange fluffy fur the puffs at her neck and is as long as big as a loaf of bread. I received Ginger fro Christmas this year and I cant get enough of her! This “ferocious lion” runs into walls and chases laser pointers like the rest of the cats in the world but she is special to me. Most people might think “oh its just a cat” No! Ginger is not just a cat to me she is my best friend. I might sound a little loony saying that my cat is my best friend but she really is. Ginger listens to me go on for hours and hours about the strangest stuff and dosnt mind. How many humans can you find that will listen to you for hours on end without having to pay them $20 an hour.
You see ginger is my heater. Ginger tends to cuddle up on my neck after I give her treats and just lays there for hours while I pet her. Im a wimp when it comes to the cold and Ginger is just so warm I cant help but let her just lay on my neck and keep me warm. Have you ever laid in bed and didn’t want to get out because it was just so warm and comfortable? Well that’s what it is like for Ginger and I. I don’t know what it is about cats but they always seem to make you all warm and fuzzy inside even when its only 20 degrees outside. Ginger in so warm and fluffy she is like a miniature furnace (she even sounds like one sometimes when she purrs.)
Sleeping, snoring, talking in my sleep, more sleeping and then BOOM cat on my head! Ginger likes to sleep behind my head while in trying to sleep. I don’t know what it is about sleeping on a pillow but when we gets a chance she will. It is so cute when she does this! She looks like just one bug puff of orange fur snuggled up on my head. She might just be lazy or maybe just tired but I think she actually may find the top of my head comfy. Think really hard about it how many cats like to sleep on peoples pillows with them? You probably think this is weird and that im crazy but hey its cute.
Don’t be scared don’t be afraid ginger wont hurt you. The news isn’t really that “breaking” so go back to what you were doing but keep thinking about Tat little lion.
Article posted February 15, 2012 at 06:51 PM GMT0 •
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As you all may know if you read our current bloging topics my class has been reading Something Wicked This Way Comes and in this book a carnival comes to town that is full of freaks from an illustrated man to the most beautiful woman in the world well this poem is about a whole different breed of freak. This freak is called the outcast teenage girl that dosnt know her place in the world. Read on my fellow bloggers if you dare and read a poem written about the horrific everyday torture that this poor pathetic girl goes through. Come One Come all To the Freak show. Frizzy hair with no shape, Eyes so brown that they are incapable of showing emotion, Body that is a tad overweight, And last but not least a smile that shows no real happiness. The freak of nature! Come ladies and gentlemen and see her die is loneliness. Watch her squirm as you point fingers and laugh. Five dollars and you made ever get to see her cry. Watch closely as she climbs to her feet just to fall back down. Such a pathetic creature, Does she deserve to live? Do you think she would even mind if we killed her brutally right now? Go ahead throw your trash at her, But be warned Her bite is harsher than the meaningless words you shout at her. Her heart is twice as large as any of your sorry excuses for “hearts”. Call her a freak, call her a monsters, but in the end she will still love you for being here today. Ladies and gentlemen Look into the mirrors around you. Look at your scowling faces. Now you are the true freak show. Not she.
Article posted January 11, 2012 at 02:34 PM GMT0 •
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Article posted November 16, 2011 at 03:26 PM GMT0 •
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Imagine you are slipping into a deep, deep sleep all snuggled up and warm in your blankets as you start to dreams you see a wonderful person running to their fullest at a breathtaking pace, their heart is beating in a unique rhythm of their own and you can’t help but to think, “Such beautiful music.” My Poem is about dreaming of watching a spectacular person move and you are listening to every little noise they make and how these noises are so beautiful you can’t help but to think of them as a beautiful symphony.
Dreams of Symphonies
Hearts overflowing with the overwhelming thought of the beautiful symphonies you play.
Beating of an extraordinary rhythm,
Dreams of that majestic music wade through my unconscious mind.
Yet another night I hope will never turn to day.
You have no need for any if those natural instruments,
Your body is your instrument.
Every move you make plays another tune for my unworthy ears.
Soft and low, Loud and high…
Every sound is angelic,
That magnificent melody that will not leave my head,
Reverberates my body and leaves me wanting more.
Night turns to day,
And my dreams are no longer a reality.
I slip into another boring day of the same old auto turned music,
Music with no true feeling.
I long to drift to sleep again tonight
And dream of a beautiful symphony.
Article posted November 16, 2011 at 03:26 PM GMT0 •
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Article posted November 15, 2011 at 03:08 PM GMT0 •
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He Made The Wrong Choice
Love or a fish? A girl you never talked to or a once in a lifetime chance? Which would you choose? I believe the narrator should have chosen the fish because Sheila was lazy, self-centered and she didn’t even want to be there with the narrator.
“It was her face that bothered me it had on its delightful fullness a very dubious expression” (Wetherell 4). Sheila Mant didn’t want to be with the narrator that night. She meant to leave the narrator once they had gotten to the party. Throughout the entire story she spoke of a young man named Erik Caswell and if you infer you may be able to notice Sheila Mant likes this Erik boy. In the end of the story Sheila left the narrator all by himself at the party and went home with Erik. Proving my statement that Sheila did not even want to be at the party with the narrator.
She is lazy. In the story I don’t think there was even a single moment where Sheila Mant had any initiative at all. “I pried the canoe away from the dock and started paddling upstream. There was an extra paddle in the bow, but Sheila made no move to pick it up.” Now I can understand why Sheila would not try to help in a way because it was suppose to be a date and of course you would think the man should do the work, but Sheila did not even bother to ask if the narrator wanted any help. Sheila spent almost all summer on the float that the narrator’s uncle moored. She watched the crew and narrator all summer long and never did anything but lay there.
“Erik said I have the figure to model, but I thought I should get an education first.” I believe that is quite enough evidence to show that Sheila Mant is self-centered. Sheila only talked about herself the entire time the narrator and herself were in the boat. At one point she ever starts talking about how she wants her hair done for instance “I was thinking about getting my hair styled more swept back? I mean, Ann-Margret? Like hers, only shorter.” Sheila never once asked the narrator about his personality, what he likes: or even why he asked her out on the date all she cared about was herself.
Sheila Mant was lazy, self-centered, and didn’t want to even attend the party with the narrator. The narrator should have chosen the fish, in the end he realized there would be more Sheila Mants but there would never be a chance for him to catch that fish again.
Article posted November 15, 2011 at 03:08 PM GMT0 •
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