Look Before You Leap

I can’t escape the English assignments! My class was to write a fable choosing a moral from a list that our teacher gave us. All we had to do was write the fable, which I did, but I also felt like doing an animation for it. I only had one day to complete it and this is my first animation with backgrounds and walking, so don’t be too harsh. I know it’s crappy, but I didn’t have a lot of time…I drew every scene frame by frame using Adobe Photoshop 7 and Windows Movie Maker. The music is Awakens as a Bear from the Disney movie, Brother Bear composed by Mark Marcina.

Friendship’s Embers

Can you guess? It’s another English assignment! Anyways, this one was to write an analogy paper. It needed to be four paragraphs long, the first introduces a complex idea, the second explains a concrete idea to relate to, the third explains the complex idea using words that relate to the concrete idea, and the fourth connects the two. Here is my analogy.

Although most people understand the basic meaning of friendship, they may not comprehend the deeper ideas associated with it. Most simply think of friendship as a social idea, usually with people who are fond of each other and spend much of their time together. By relating friendship to fire, it can be more easily understood.

My Own Description

This was an English assignment focusing on sensory details. We were to describe a real person using a lot of sensory details. I didn’t exactly understand the assignment, but this is what I came up with.

Anybody can recognize my grandmother from the large glasses that rest on her nose or from the red locks of hair that grace her ears in a short fashion, but I have my own unique way of recognizing her. Only I can view a rising sun and visualize my grandmother watching it alongside me. Under the sun’s welcoming warmth, I can feel her naturally rosy skin and can smell her presence amongst the dawn’s fresh dew. Morning songbirds sing of her presence along with the hushed church prayers to the Lord and the church hymns being played on her piano. Vibrant paint fills the air with the sweet smell of color being carefully applied to an awaiting canvas by my grandmother’s steady hand and with a comforting hug, I can remember the silky fabric of her many church dresses. Allowing the juice of a bold, red apple to flow across my tongue, I can taste my grandmother’s love for the fruit and her pride of the color, loving the bold image that red gives, a reflection of her own personality. Only I can describe my grandmother with these words, remembering the joyous moments spent together.

Dead Hope

I found an online poetry contest thing and although I haven’t written poetry for years as I’m not very good in that area, I decided to give it a shot just because I don’t have much time for anything else right now. I recently found out that I am pretty good with iambic pantameter though… I managed to scribble this down while I was babysitting today just thinking over some things…Also, note that I have no idea how punctuation in poetry works.

What am I? #4

I can appear to sweep and sway in a varied motion.
Mystery and wonder always seem to follow me.
I can appear gray to some and blue to others.
I can roll although I am not solid.
Only from a distance can I be viewed.
However you may chase me, I am always just a bit ahead.
Swamps and other humid places are what I normally call home.
What am I?

A Frightening Incident

For an English assignment we were to turn this paragraph with 72 sentences into a much better paragraph. We could add and take away words, but we had to keep all 72 points. Afterwards, we were to count every sentence’s word count and tell what writing style we used for every sentence. The italicized paragraph was the original paragraph and the one after that is my version of it.