Journal 20

Journal #20 Using sensory details (sight, smell, hearing, touch, taste), write a passage depicting the cycle of life. Use a Romanticism writing style approach.

This story takes place in Africa. In a world is non existnet because there are no humans, as you can read in the passage. ENJOY. 

The sun arose from the big blue sky. All the animals knew this was the day there new king would arrive. 72 days had gone by since the announcement of the new lion. The animals all waited anxiously to see what he would look like. Would he be brown or tan or yellow? Would he be little or big like his dad? The animals knew that whatever he looked liked  they would love him and cherish him to there lives end. In the world of Animal Kingdom the lions were the head of the pack. Everyone agreed with them and loved them. They really had no flaws. This was in a time period when humans did not exist. All there was in the world was animals.   Giraffes, zebras, hippos, birds, and many more creatures made there was to the famous Pride Rock. The steam of the rock was rolling off and the grass was wet from the morning dew. The babboon Ralphie walked to the top of the mountain and said "It has arrived". The animals paraded around. Sounds of elephants trunks and heyenas laughs could be heard from miles away. They finally calmed down and the queen and king lion walked out carrying a yellow pup. Ralphie grabbed the young cub and reached it up for the animal kingdom to see. "This", he said loudly, "Is your new queen." The Kingdom was silent. Was it even possible for the new heir to be a queen. After a few minutes of silence  the kingdom aroused in sherieks and applause. It had been centuries since a new queen was born. The cub was beautiful. She had a gold tone of skin and a small pink nose. She was tiny. Her roar was small and cute. All the lions growled, in a good way. The animals were overjoyed. It was a new cycle of life.

Journal 19

The United States of America
The greatest country of all
Soliders pay their lives
So the title will not fall

Freedom is a price
Some will have to pay
The colors on our flag
Tell us its okay

Red and White and Blue
The colors of our pride
We are invincible
As long as we survive

I am one of these people
Who fight to keep us free
I will not stop ever
Even if I bleed

For this is what I love
And I will always try
Even if I die
I hope to be a dove

War is never good
Sometimes it must be done
For like I said before
This is what I love

Journal 16

One time there was a group of really weird seniors at Pleasant Plains High School. They decided to wear a outfit that resembled the loggers and the 1980's. They did it for a bet but it was still really weird. Because they were seniors no one said anything bad about them. Actually they thought it was cool. The underclassmen talked about doing this there senior year and making it a pleasant plains high school tradition. This shows depending on who the people are they might not get judged. For example if I had worn a banana suit to school people would most likely make fun of me and make my life miserable. Because the boys dressing weird were seniors and popular jocks, no one said a thing.

Journal 18

• Journal #18 Using sensory details (sight, smell, hearing, touch, taste), write a passage that starts with As I pondered the multitude of eyes beaming at me from the magnificent creature

As I pondered the multitude of eyes beaming at me from the magnificent creature, then faster than I could believe it jumped out at me. I got into a ball, like the park ranger said too, and pretended to be dead. However the creature did not attack. It began licking me. I started to laugh and got up. It was a baby koala bear. It was grey and fluffy and absolutely adorable. It was unlike anything I had seen. It could run and jump. I did not know koala's could to that. The strangest thing about the creature was it had four eyes. I did not see them at first for two were very small. I decided to call the creature four, because of its' four eyes. I wanted to keep my new friend and take it to my hut in the African city I was in. Unfourtanatly that would be animal knapping and it was forrbiden in the city I was staying in. I thought I could get away with it but I was a goody too shoes. I said goodbye to my furry friend and struggled to fight back tears. As I was walking away Four followed me, whimpering. I decided I would visit him everyday until I left to go back to America. That would be almost 2 weeks. Two weeks would cerentainly be enough to get over my friend. Boy was I wrong. The two weeks flew bye and I had to leave. On my last night in Africa I decided not to go see Four, for it would be too hard to say goodbye. I left and went back to home. The next week I was watching the news and a story came on about the African Town I had been in. Four had been rescued and was going to an American zoo near my town. I was estatic. I saw Four the day he came and every day after that. I got a job  at the zoo and stayed with my best friend for the years to come. THE END 

Journal 17

Journal #17 says using sensory details (sight, smell, hearing, touch, taste), write a passage that starts with "As the light blue fuzz feathered through the warm current of air purring from the heating vent, . . . 


As the light blue fuzz feathered through the warm current of air purring from the heating vent a young girl named Jessica freaked out. Breaking the silence in her honors english class, she exclaimed, "A bird, a bird. A feather, do not let it on me! Help. Help"

 The class started laughing they all knew Jessie was afraid of birds. She had a had a horrible experience when she was in fifth grade. She was at her friend Ginger's house and they decided to watch a scary movie. The movie talked about crows taking over people's homes and attacking them. It freaked Jessie out and from then on she was afraid of birds. 

Mr. Pirate ran to Jessie, he did not know she had a phobia of birds. "What are you doing?" He yelled. "This is a horrible distribution  I will poke you in the eye if you do not shut up." 

Jessie began to cry. Mr. Pirate really hated her. Almost as much as her cheer coach Stephan. "I am sorry." She said in a whispered voice. "I am very afraid." 

Mr. Pirate just shook his head and pointed to the door. Jessie left with her head down in shame. She walked all the way to the office. She thought about leaving. Her cute Kia Rio was right outside and the keys were in her pocket. She decided against it. Trembling because she knew her dad would be very upset. She sat down and waited. 

The a fire alarm went off. Everyone ran out of the building. Jessie's head shot up. She had fallen asleep in English class. It was all just a dream... or more like a nightmare. When she awoke a blue feather was laying on her desk. She screamed. 

THE END

Journal 15

There are many people I miss in my life but the person I miss most is my grandma. She passed away in 2007 from cancer. She died two days before my thirteenth birthday. It was really tough on me because it was the first person I had lost that was really close to me. I was at my grandma;s house a lot when she was alive. Both my parents worked late and I was too young to stay home along. We ended up getting really close. She even took me to Rhode Island for a week just because I wanted to go. She spoiled me a ton. I got so many things.  I was really lucky. I miss my grandma  a lot, especially around Christmas time and around my birthday. This year was really hard because I was turning sixteen and she was not there. She has missed so much in my life but I know she is looking down in spirit.

I think you can miss people even when they are still here. For instance I miss my best friend. We used to be so close and tell each other everything and now we are complete strangers. She hides everything from me and blames me for problems that I have no control over. For example her and her boyfriend breaking up. She blames me for our friendship slowly ending because I got more friends this summer. Even though I get blamed for everything I would still go back to the way things were. We were more than best friends, we were sisters. I think it will take I long time to get our friendship back to what it used to be. Hopefully it will still be there. The good thing about missing this person is she is still here. No matter how mad I get or she gets we will be here for each other. I honestly think by the end of this year things will be back to normal.

The Pit and Pedulum

 

In "The Pit and the Pendulum" by Edgar Allen Poe, there is a clear switch between the Rationalism and Romanticism writing period.  Rationalism believes that God created everyone and everything. It believes reasoning, and scientific evidence. Romanticism is almost the exact opposite.  It deals with feelings and emotions. Romanticism deals with the self. An example of a writer in this time period is Edgar Allen Poe. Characteristics, such as imagination, emotions, and self-analyze, of the Romanticism period are shown through his story, "The Pit and the Pendulum,".

Poe’s writing is very dark and disturbing. The writing is very emotional, which is a major part of Romaticism. In the story, the narrator is in a jail cell and on death sentence. The way he describes being claustrophobic is eerie and makes the narrator seem fearful. There are examples of this many times throughout the story. "My worst thoughts, then, were confirmed.  The blackness of eternal night encompassed me.  I struggled for breath.  The intensity of the darkness seemed to oppress and stifle me.  The atmosphere was intolerably close" (Poe 265).  “The heat rapidly increased, and once again looked up, shuddering with a fit of ague.” (Poe 273). This emotion is questioned in an analysis by Charles E. May. May questions if the narrator thinks he is in a dream. He says “In this story we find the most explicit statement in Poe's fiction of his sense of the blurry line between dream and reality" (May). 

The narrator of Poe’s story discusses himself and his life at the moment of the story. He is in a cell and is on death sentence. He does not believe his life is like this. As said in the previous paragraph the writing of Poe is a sense between dream and reality. The narrator and character of this story shows this well.  

Imagination is also a part of the Romanticism period.  Faith was not all placed in God. It was placed experiences and imagination.  Throughout the story, Poe exhibits examples of imagination.  An example is on page 264.  A piece of the writing says " faces in coals that glow; is not he who beholds floating in midair" (Poe 264).  This is clearly made up because all that coal is not faces and things cannot flow in mid air.

 “The Pit and the Pedulum” is just the beginning of the Romantisim period. It shows characteristics such as emotion and self-analyze. Although it is brought out in a creepy and somewhat scary way Poe is an excellent example of what writing styles portrayed.

Journal 14

Journal 14 asks when in your life were you most scared and what created that fear. I have been scared and fearful many times throughout my life. I do not really feel comfortable discussing them on a blog were lots of people can see... So I will discuss a not so scary time.

Before a cheerleading competition I am so scared. I will be fine the night before and get a good nights rest but when we hit the warm up room I start panicking. Competitions are some of the scariest yet fun things I do. It takes a lot of guts to go out on a floor with judges and tons of people watching you. If one stunt falls or one tumbling pass touches the floor the crowd gasps and freaks out. It is scary when they do that. One of the reasons I get scared is because I am a flyer. This probably sounds crazy for people who do not cheer but flying is terrifying. Everyone in the arena watches and judges the flyer. They comment on you flexibility  height, and weight. If the stunt fails the flyer is always blamed  They did not "fight hard enough" for the stunt and they did not do what they were suppose to do. I was the main flyer my freshman year. Our squad had seven upper class-men on it. I was flying and doing stuff I had just mastered on girls who had been working for years. It scared me because I did not want to let them down or make them mad at me. My freshman year I handled the pressure great, I never let a stunt fall. Unforgettably sophomore year was not so good. I fell at every competition even state... It was so scary. It makes me fearful now for competition. Although I do not have to fly as many stunts this year, I do have to do something new: base. I am positive I will be freaking out and probably cry, it is the only thing that makes me a little better.