Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Friday, May 4, 2012
The Lucky One - Nicholas Sparks
Logan is a drifter from Colorado who has come to Hampton for a reason only known to him. He walked the whole way with only one companion, his dog Zeus. When he finally got to his destination he met the reason that he came, Elizabeth Green. Elizabeth has a 10 year old son named Ben. As Elizabeth and Logan's relationship begins, Ben and Zeus become fast friends. This poem is from Zeus's point of view and shows the simplicity of his thoughts about the new complex situation.
Ben
What great fun
it has been
this time spent
playing with Ben
He never tires
of throwing the stick
and he splashes
with me in the crick
Logan and I
have always been alone
but I like this
finally having a home
Always moving
from place to place
could never top
having Ben to chase
Thursday, April 19, 2012
My Loved Ones As Food
My sister Katie- Katie is a cream filled donut. Everybody loves a good donut but there is no way of telling from the outside what magical things are inside. Katie is the same way. Every body loves her because she seems nice, sweet and well…just perfect, but once you really get to really know her, you’re in a for a surprise. Sometimes she is fun and exciting and the most outgoing person you could imagine. Other times she will be harsh, nasty, and just plain mean depending on the day.
My big buddy Colter Scidmore- Colt is like a tomato. He goes great with all sorts of people but is just as amazing by himself. Like a tomato (fruit or veggie?!?), Colt is confusing. He doesn’t mean to be but he just can’t help it! But over all he is one of my favorite things, just like tomatoes.
My Future Sister-I-Law Miss Holli- Holli is like krumkake, light and delicate and very unique. She has just enough sweetness to make everyone fall in love with her perfect simple features.
My Daddy- Dad is like a baked potato. Never flashy and to some people he is seen as boring and hard but under the right circumstances and with a little encouragement (cheese and sour cream etc.) he can become something fun and exciting! Even in its simplest from a baked potato will support you with the necessary nutrients.
My J:)- Justin is like a rhubarb stand. To those who don’t know him well (which is most people), he appears not very exciting and sometimes a little intimidating and bitter…but I know better! Those lucky enough to know him well, know that he is of a rare variety and is something to be cherished! If you are patient and determined enough to take time on him you will find that with a little bit of sugar he becomes something truly amazing that has no parallels!
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Mob Mentality
Junior high is a confusing time of a teenage girls life. I experienced this first hand. Starting in about 6th grade , I started getting sucked into the vicious cycle of mean little girls. We had always had about 20 less girls than boys in our grade and our little population had always been exceptionally catty compared to the girls in the other grades but things really started getting sketchy in upper middle school and junior high. We would randomly decide that we didn't like of of the girls in our small group of 7. Over the course of the next few months we would proceed to make that one girl feel terrible and try to ditch her every chance we got. It was like mean girls in real life.
When I finally started to realize that it was wrong, it was Kenzi's turn to be the odd man out in 7th grade. She had been one of my closest friends in the group since 3rd grade and I felt terrible every time i thought about how were treating her. But did I do anything about it? Of course not! What if they decided to turn on me?!? Yeah I was that shallow. But karma came back to bite me in the butt. in the end of 8th grade my biggest fear came true, I suddenly realized that I was the hated one, the new outcast and I remember looking to Kenzi to be the one who still talked to me because we were best friends right? Wrong. She did to me just as I had done to her months earlier.
I somehow made it thought the rest of the school year with some of my sanity intact and when we started high school volleyball the next fall, things had changed again. the girls started talking me me again and informed me that now everyone didn't like Maddie. I had learned my lesson though and decided to stay out of it. Angie and I slowly became best friends and worked our way away from the group and away from the drama. Slowly that original group of seven disintegrated and all the drama stopped. We are all still good friends and we have all learned our lesson and will never treat each other that way again.
In those shady years I let the "Mob Mentality" got the best of me and I acted completely out of character for me, I have never been a mean person or wanted to hurt anyone and I feel terrible knowing that I caused my close friends pain. But thank God I learned my lesson and I will never stoop that low again!
When I finally started to realize that it was wrong, it was Kenzi's turn to be the odd man out in 7th grade. She had been one of my closest friends in the group since 3rd grade and I felt terrible every time i thought about how were treating her. But did I do anything about it? Of course not! What if they decided to turn on me?!? Yeah I was that shallow. But karma came back to bite me in the butt. in the end of 8th grade my biggest fear came true, I suddenly realized that I was the hated one, the new outcast and I remember looking to Kenzi to be the one who still talked to me because we were best friends right? Wrong. She did to me just as I had done to her months earlier.
I somehow made it thought the rest of the school year with some of my sanity intact and when we started high school volleyball the next fall, things had changed again. the girls started talking me me again and informed me that now everyone didn't like Maddie. I had learned my lesson though and decided to stay out of it. Angie and I slowly became best friends and worked our way away from the group and away from the drama. Slowly that original group of seven disintegrated and all the drama stopped. We are all still good friends and we have all learned our lesson and will never treat each other that way again.
In those shady years I let the "Mob Mentality" got the best of me and I acted completely out of character for me, I have never been a mean person or wanted to hurt anyone and I feel terrible knowing that I caused my close friends pain. But thank God I learned my lesson and I will never stoop that low again!
Thursday, February 16, 2012
A Day in the Life of Roger- Journal Entry
Dear Journal,
Well it's just another day here. I woke up to my older brother Billy kicking me in the stomach. " Get up you good for nothing freak", he had said. I wish i could retaliate but Billy is 17 and I'm only 12. When this stuff first started happening I stood up for myself, not anymore. If I was to try and do something back, it would only end bad for me.
Now that Mum has gone to heaven to be with the angels, Billy seems to hate everything about me that she used to praise. She always said that I was such a good boy and how bright I was. I miss her comforting smile.
Billy and I were close, but that was before. Before Dad drank too much and started hitting us. Before Billy started being terrible to me because Dad is terrible to him. Before Mum left us to go be with the angels. Why did she go? Didn't she love us? She said she did.
Dad didn't even go to work today, he was passed out on the couch all day. I miss doing stuff with him and Mum but now I only have myself. Billy told me today that Dad is gonna get fired. He wont be able to pay for us to have food and rent so Billy has to go work in the city and they are sending me off to that prep School that Auntie Jen offered to pay for. I don't want to go.
I have all this anger building up inside me, it's so foreign and strange to me. I don't know how to handle this rage. This must be how Dad and Billy feel when they hit me. But I don't have someone to beat up on so I just have to keep all my frustrations inside of my own head.
I'm not the same anymore. I'm never happy. Just angry. Sometimes the rage consumes me and i can't help but to tremble all over. But I hear dad starting to yell so I better be on my way.
Well it's just another day here. I woke up to my older brother Billy kicking me in the stomach. " Get up you good for nothing freak", he had said. I wish i could retaliate but Billy is 17 and I'm only 12. When this stuff first started happening I stood up for myself, not anymore. If I was to try and do something back, it would only end bad for me.
Now that Mum has gone to heaven to be with the angels, Billy seems to hate everything about me that she used to praise. She always said that I was such a good boy and how bright I was. I miss her comforting smile.
Billy and I were close, but that was before. Before Dad drank too much and started hitting us. Before Billy started being terrible to me because Dad is terrible to him. Before Mum left us to go be with the angels. Why did she go? Didn't she love us? She said she did.
Dad didn't even go to work today, he was passed out on the couch all day. I miss doing stuff with him and Mum but now I only have myself. Billy told me today that Dad is gonna get fired. He wont be able to pay for us to have food and rent so Billy has to go work in the city and they are sending me off to that prep School that Auntie Jen offered to pay for. I don't want to go.
I have all this anger building up inside me, it's so foreign and strange to me. I don't know how to handle this rage. This must be how Dad and Billy feel when they hit me. But I don't have someone to beat up on so I just have to keep all my frustrations inside of my own head.
I'm not the same anymore. I'm never happy. Just angry. Sometimes the rage consumes me and i can't help but to tremble all over. But I hear dad starting to yell so I better be on my way.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Green Jolly Rancher
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Hogemark,
I am writing to inform you of your youngest son's behavior in school. As you know, Daniel is a very well mannered young man, but in the presence of his friend, Glen R., he seems to loose all of his manners.
Daniel has stopped doing his homework in my class on account of finding no difference in his grades weather he tries or not.
Daniel and Glen have been causing a lot of trouble at school. Knowing they both come from respectable families leads me to wonder where these behaviors are coming from. But never mind that, the purpose of this letter is to inform you of Daniel and Glens most recent uprising.
On Tuesday, the cooks served beef stew for hot lunch. The boys took their full soup bowls to the stop of the stairwell. When their peers walked beneath the balcony, the boys proceeded to dump the contents of their bowls over the edge. During this process they were making very inappropriate vomiting noises.
This kind of behavior is not acceptable at this school. As a math teacher here, I ask you to please speak to your son about his misbehaving.
On a more personal note, I ask that you please consider putting an end to Daniel's relationship with my niece Kristi. I do not wish to see her affected by Daniel's poor decision making and bad behavior.
Thank you for your time
Mr. Richard Willems
I am writing to inform you of your youngest son's behavior in school. As you know, Daniel is a very well mannered young man, but in the presence of his friend, Glen R., he seems to loose all of his manners.
Daniel has stopped doing his homework in my class on account of finding no difference in his grades weather he tries or not.
Daniel and Glen have been causing a lot of trouble at school. Knowing they both come from respectable families leads me to wonder where these behaviors are coming from. But never mind that, the purpose of this letter is to inform you of Daniel and Glens most recent uprising.
On Tuesday, the cooks served beef stew for hot lunch. The boys took their full soup bowls to the stop of the stairwell. When their peers walked beneath the balcony, the boys proceeded to dump the contents of their bowls over the edge. During this process they were making very inappropriate vomiting noises.
This kind of behavior is not acceptable at this school. As a math teacher here, I ask you to please speak to your son about his misbehaving.
On a more personal note, I ask that you please consider putting an end to Daniel's relationship with my niece Kristi. I do not wish to see her affected by Daniel's poor decision making and bad behavior.
Thank you for your time
Mr. Richard Willems
Thursday, February 2, 2012
LOTF: girl version
Panting and speechless, Rhonda turned around with a sinking feeling in her chest. She knew that there was no use in starting the fire, trying to get the ship's attention. It was most likely long gone by now. After the initial shock of this realization wore off, Rhonda got angry. She turned to see Patti, Marti , and Sylvia staring at her in the same disbelieving state she had just exited.
Coming up the mountain was Jannelle and her followers. They had the woven baskets held high upon there heads, each was filled with the pinks skin of the fruit from the tall trees that had been haunting them for days.
Jannelle and her girls all started speaking at once when they saw the others.
"We did it!"
"It really wasn't that hard at all!"
"You guys missed all the fun!"
But after seeing the cold look on the other parties faces their words slowed and became inaudible.
"You stupid witch. Your job was to watch the fire. Why do you think I gave you that job huh? It;s because you're clearly too useless to do anything else! Congratulations! You've managed to ruin your one task, and for what? Fruit?!? WE ALREADY HAVE FRUIT YOU MORON! What is so special about this kind huh? Your the reason we're still here!" screamed Rhonda.
Shocked Jannelle tried to piece together what had triggered this tirade. So what the fire went out? they could just start it again.
But before she could begin to question the attack Rhonda had calmed down enough to speak once more " A ship came by. We didn't have smoke so they didn't see us."
Although she wasn't yelling her anger was still written all over her face. When Jannelle heard this she couldn't possibly own up to this as her fault so she turned on Patti.
"It's not my fault! If that fat cow didn't eat so much we wouldn't have had to go get more fruit! Why don't we just kill her and save us from any possible problems in the future?"
She moved towards Patti like an animal stalking her pray. She circled her and continued with a stream of insults, clearly meaning to make every one's anger settle on the weakest of the group.
Coming up the mountain was Jannelle and her followers. They had the woven baskets held high upon there heads, each was filled with the pinks skin of the fruit from the tall trees that had been haunting them for days.
Jannelle and her girls all started speaking at once when they saw the others.
"We did it!"
"It really wasn't that hard at all!"
"You guys missed all the fun!"
But after seeing the cold look on the other parties faces their words slowed and became inaudible.
"You stupid witch. Your job was to watch the fire. Why do you think I gave you that job huh? It;s because you're clearly too useless to do anything else! Congratulations! You've managed to ruin your one task, and for what? Fruit?!? WE ALREADY HAVE FRUIT YOU MORON! What is so special about this kind huh? Your the reason we're still here!" screamed Rhonda.
Shocked Jannelle tried to piece together what had triggered this tirade. So what the fire went out? they could just start it again.
But before she could begin to question the attack Rhonda had calmed down enough to speak once more " A ship came by. We didn't have smoke so they didn't see us."
Although she wasn't yelling her anger was still written all over her face. When Jannelle heard this she couldn't possibly own up to this as her fault so she turned on Patti.
"It's not my fault! If that fat cow didn't eat so much we wouldn't have had to go get more fruit! Why don't we just kill her and save us from any possible problems in the future?"
She moved towards Patti like an animal stalking her pray. She circled her and continued with a stream of insults, clearly meaning to make every one's anger settle on the weakest of the group.
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