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Winter is my favorite time of the year. Not only is it nice and cold, but there’s so much stuff to do, such as skiing, snowboarding, snowmobiling, and snowball fights. My favorite of these activities is snowboarding. Snowboarding is much more fun when you go with your friends. Me and my friends go with the school to many mountains such as Montage Mountain, Camelback Mountain, Greek Peak Mountain, Jay Peak Mountain and Windham Mountain. My favorite mountain is Greek Peak Mountain so far, but March 2nd through March 4th will be my first trip to Jay Peak and I’m guessing it will be really good. My cousin and a few people who went on the trip last year all told me that all of the out-of-state mountains are really fun. We also get a suite to stay at in a nice hotel. I’ve never tried skiing, but some of my friends who do ski try to convince me to ski with them. Snowmobiling is another fun winter activity. It feels a lot like four wheeling except for a few differences. You can go very fast with a snowmobile, especially in ice. If you’re more on the dangerous side, you can try taking a snowmobile across a pond that isn’t frozen, but you have to make sure you get a lot of speed. If skiing, snowboarding or snowmobiling doesn’t interest you then you can always just build forts with your friends and have a snowball fight. You can make these as fun as you want. Some people choose to build huge forts and little features for the snowball fight, while other people just choose to throw a snowball at one of their friends. If none of these activities interest you, I’m sure you can find a way to have fun in the winter. One of my favorite things about winter is that you can pile yourself with a lot of blankets at night without being very hot. You can usually only use one blanket in the summer without getting hot. These are a few reasons why winter is my favorite time of the year.
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Voice Recorder >> I chose this song because I can really connect with it. I've had a few crushes in my life that have had a girlfriend who didn't treat them right, and I always told myself that I'd be the one for them, I'd be the one who would treat them right. Thats why I chose this song.
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Article posted April 18, 2012 at 06:47 PM GMT0 •
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Spring is my favorite time of the year!
Do you have a favorite sport? That favorite sport that you like to watch on television? Or that sport that you can enjoy with your family? The sport that my whole family enjoys would be softball. With my family we can either sit down and watch it or we could be out playing it. I think that softball helps us bond with each other and when we have questions about it we just go to each other.
Softball in my family started with my grandpa who was an awesome pitcher. Which after his career was over he taught my aunt's and my mom about the sport. All my aunts played softball growing up and they had what it took to be successful and dedicated to the sport. Now that I love to play softball I now understand how much you have to be dedicated and how much time and effort you must put in. Knowing that you are putting in a great amount of time it will pay off in the end. Also having the drive to want to win and get better and as a whole team. Although some people may think that softball is a girly sport, I personally don’t believe that. I don’t believe that because just like baseball you’re going to get dirty if you want to win. Wanting to win more than the other team puts more drive into why anyone would play a sport.
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Over the summer I am going to Michigan to see my grandparents and other relatives. I haven't seen any of them in 2 years so hopefully everyone can make it there and we can see everyone. Every summer that our whole family plans to go to Michigan we always do something fun. In the summer of 2008 we took a rafting trip that was a lot of fun, and we won. My uncle wanted to make a bet that whoever came in first would receive five dollars and I said no because I didn't want to lose five bucks, but then I ended up winning so I guess I should have taken him up on the offer. This summer though my uncle wants to take us on a trip somewhere in Michigan to go camping and to do a lot of other things with us since we only see family about once every two years and sometimes it is even longer than that. The other fun things we do everytime he comes up is we shoot guns. Since he is in the army he likes buying guns and using them so he lets us older kids and adults shoot them to see what they are like and how they work. It's a lot of fun since we all get to see the types of guns. I already know a lot about guns, but it is still fun to talk about them with my uncle.
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Article posted February 1, 2012 at 04:36 PM GMT0 •
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Free Speak
What I Am Saying:
Its howls summon me,
Always following me,
Its long bony finger seems to beckon me in,
Like a child's tale of something evil,
I can't resist it, curiously I follow it,
Wanting to know what it holds.
It then swallows, spinning me in terror,
Thrusting me down the cave of its throat,
In a blur of darkness and light,
Like if Alice in Wonderland,
But now it’s a horror story,
Its stomach drowning me,
Choking me with silence, for a moment my heart stops,
Then I open my eyes to a dark space with huddled children,
They seem to have been called by it too,
Swallowed and dying in the bowels of this monster,
This unseen unheard, unforgotten beast,
Only the brave and strong escape,
Others become smothered in it,
Some seemed consumed by the walls,
Some actually try to fight it,
But some have already slipped away.
This monster swallows our souls, our minds.
Our only hopes and our lives,
And if we do escape we are never the same.
It leaves scars, and it makes us insane.
It's something we shun, though sometimes,
It's something we crave.
They call this monster Loneliness,
It grows every day.
Consuming people whole,
Please, try, to run away.
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Article posted January 20, 2012 at 04:28 PM GMT0 •
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Jenny
Miss. Transue
9 CP English E/5
6 January 2012
Who is Mr. Halloway?
How would you describe yourself? Maybe you think you are funny, smart, kind, or maybe even eccentric. Everyone has many different character traits that can describe themselves or others. In the book Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury Charles Halloway can be described as old, depressed, and weird.
Mr. Halloway is an old man because everyone knows how ancient he looks, including his son and himself. In the book it says, “That’s Charles William Halloway, thought Will, not grandfather, not far wandering, ancient uncle, as some might think, but…my father.”(Bradbury 14). This shows that when Will sees his father he looks so elderly that he thinks others may mistake Will’s father for a grandfather of an ancient uncle because he is so elderly. For example in the book it also says, “…Will makes me feel so old…a man should play baseball with his son…” (Bradbury 38). This example shows that Mr. Halloway’s son Will makes him feel just as old as he looks by telling him he can not even play games that Will would play. One more example of how Charles Halloway can be described as antediluvian is when Mr. Halloway looks at himself in the mirror and see’s how old he looks. For example in the book it says, “…as did Dad, amazed their mouths at their own ancient quakes and masquerades.”(Bradbury 255). Mr. Halloway looks at himself and see’s his skin wrinkly and it hurt him very much. Some people may think that Mr. Halloway is not an old man because while in the mirror maze he remembers that there are many other people like him. Although there may be many others like him they do not act like him about his age and how old he feels and looks. That is why and how Mr. Halloway can be described as obsolete.
Another character trait used to describe Charles Halloway is sad because many things in his life make him upset. An example of how Mr. Halloway can be described as sad is when he hears an old Christmas tune and he becomes upset. In the book it says, “Suddenly there was a the old sense of terrified elation, of wanting to laugh and cry together when he saw the innocents of the earth wandering the snowy streets the day before Christmas … the tired men and women whose faces were dirty with guilt...”(Bradbury 24). This shows how Mr. Halloway becomes sad because the old tune shows how old he is which makes him unhappy. Charles tells his own son that he is a sad man. Another example of this in the book says, “Pa”, he said, “don’t sound so sad.” “Me? I'm the original sad man. I read a book and it makes me sad. See a film: sad. Plays? They really work me over.”(Bradbury 137). Here is an example of how Mr. Halloway can be described as sad because he knows it himself that he is a depressed person. One more way that Mr. Halloway is sad is when he sees himself in the mirrior maze as a very old man which makes him very sorrowful. In the book it says, “And the mirrors shoved me half in, half out the grave. Showed me in wrinkles and rot!”(Bradbury 281). This shows that it makes him sad knowing how old he is. Some people may say he is a happy man because while at the trick show for the carnival he killed the Dust Witch with his smile. On the other hand though he only acted happy at the trick show just so that he could fool the Dust Witch and kill her. He was not happy on purpose. That is how Mr. Halloway can be described as a grieving man.
One more way to describe Charles William Halloway is weird because he does some strange things that most people his age do not do. For instance, “And suddenly Will remembered nights rising at two in the morning to go to the bathroom and spying across town to see that one single light in the high library window and know Dad had lingered on late murmuring and reading alone under these green jungle lamps.”(Bradbury 15). As a result of this it shows that Mr. Halloway is different because that is not normal for fathers to do and Will found it funny that his father did that. In addition to this is when he is alone he “listens” to his broom tell him stories. The book says, “Wandering alone in the library, letting his broom tell him things no one else could hear, he had heard the whistle and the disjointed calliope hymns.”(Bradbury 55). In this case shows that Charles is unlike most people his age because most people do not do things like that. Also “Dad whooped. He circled like a dancing crane. He was not in the silliness yet. He wanted to crack through. He had to break the moment!”(Bradbury 282). While Will thought Jim was dead his father told him to just sing and dance. This is strange because while someone is unconscious on the ground people do not dance and sing around them. Others may not think Mr. Halloway is not a strange person because he had a heart to heart conversation with his son. Even though he had a good conversation with his son, if you look at the conversation it is strange because most fathers and sons do not talk about what Will and Mr. Halloway talked about. Charles Halloway is strange for many reasons.
Mr Halloway see's him self and so do others as a very old man. Almost everything makes him upset and he does things that are very bizarre. In conclusion Charles Halloway can be described as ancient, depressed and odd.
Works Cited
Bradbury, Ray. Something Wicked This Way Comes. New York, NY: William Morrow, 1962.
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The Melodies of Crime (Folsom Prison Blues)
January Freespeak
It was a bright sunny day in the park. Children laughed and ran, playing their own made-up games, while protective adults smiled and watched them, picnicking beneath the shade of the leafy trees. A man walked along the sidewalk, a heavy guitar case in his hand, observing the children and enjoying the lovely day. This man loved music, thought that every minute of every day should be filled with it. So he decided he’d play his instrument, thinking maybe some people might get enjoyment out of it. He sat down on the grass, pulled out his acoustic guitar, and began to play. He wove wondrous melodies of music; the very trees seemed to wave in delight from it. Everyone in the park seemed to enjoy it as well, smiling at him in approval. That is, until a policeman appeared. He seemed angry, yelling about how the music man was disturbing the peace with his unnecessary noise. The policeman grabbed for the guitar, trying to take it away. This angered the music man. This was his instrument, the one thing he could speak with in a language understood by all, that which he expressed his every emotion and thought. No words could replace the music he made with his guitar. The fact that some unknowing policeman was trying to take this away from the man made him incredibly angry. He refused to give up his guitar. Next thing he knew, the music man was sitting in court, being charged with assaulting an officer. He hadn’t meant to hurt anyone, but they said he had broken the policeman’s nose. The man told everyone that he could never hurt someone like that, that he couldn’t even recall throwing a punch, but no one listened. The music man received a sentence of three years in federal prison.