At one of our meetings, Shaundra created a contest where she gave each person a strange item and a strange goal. My prompt was hairnets and to create the “uncommon cold.” I spent my entire day yesterday on this and put aside homework, so it’s not all that great, but at least I got it done. My story placed somewhere around 4th to 6th place out of 6 entries.
Day 1: It has come! After many years of careful planning and researching, the day has finally come for me to put my plan into action! I have worked through many sleepless nights to create this monstrosity, and I think that I have perfected it! Soon I will have the world’s most deadly weapon in my possession and I will have the entire population in my grasp!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
For an English assignment, we were assigned to write an expository piece that related William Shakespeare’s Taming of the Shrew with something from modern day. Most everybody in my class seemed to be doing how the marriages then related to today’s or the women or men, etc. I wanted to do something original and different, so here is what I chose to write.
“Glad that you thus continue your resolve / To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy” (Act 1 Scene 1 lines 27-28.) While most may not understand what Tranio, the loyal servant of Lucentio from William Shakespeare’s Taming of the Shrew, was exactly saying to his master, most do understand the meaning of “fun”. No matter what the century, man has always fed his craving for entertainment. Even when work must be done and the opportunity of knowledge is in hand, recreation still holds its firm grip on the mind. At times, the value of fun is held higher than that of education and duty. This can be observed by overlooking the current rate of high school and college dropouts, the number of high school graduates who do not plan on attending a college, those who do make plans and are then sidetracked, and even the number of parties that take place during the school years. Even relationships are considered more important than education to some people. Today, you can still see this in the number of married people who attend college and those who drop out of high school for relationship-related issues. It is not uncommon for relationships to affect future college plans nowadays also. As history continues on, man’s love of relaxation and entertainment are carried with it.
This has actually been sitting in my drafts for months…I just added on the last few paragraphs.
“Dad,” I started with an embarrassed tone in my voice as I approached him in the living room. The TV was sputtering out current events of missing people and politics in the background, my dad intently watching.
Unfortunately, these What am I?’s are the only things I have time to write right now…Please tell me what you think of the highlight for the answer thing.
People like to take pictures of me for some reason.
Perhaps it’s because I lay so still and quiet.
I can look majestic in a way and some find me beautiful.
I lie everywhere, although I look different in each new place.
Although I am called the same everywhere, my title can change.
With varying heights and varying lengths, I can have a unique look everywhere.
With famous structures, I am easily recognized.
I am usually gazed upon from a distance.
I seriously need to update my blog and now that school's out, I've been granted a bit of free time to do so...Oh, how I miss writing, and Magic Pens... :(
My story placed somewhere around 4th to 6th place out of 6 entries.
