Free Wirte 9-27

so we are doing a paper on the haolicoste which i cant spell. im not sure how i feel about it i know that its kind of a commom paper to write all through out school you learn about it and you read books you have chapters upon chapters in history no were at oct in a comp class about to watch a video over it and going to soon be writing our paper about it so my thought why the halicoste of all subjects and what a grim subjest to write about its not like its emotionally sad or anything but it just drags out the pain again and again of those people in those camps or ghettos idk it just seems morbid but not in a fun way

Narrative Essay Rebel Claire

Narrative Essay Rebel Claire

Free Write 9/20

this last weekend i went to six flags. i have reailsed that if i would have went therer as a child it would have been my dream world. my parents took me to disney world as a little kid an i liked it the rides were fun and the characters were cool but i never really like disney. i liked the park but i never watch the shows or movies unless it way mickey. other than that i really didnt watch. on the other hand when i walked into six flags i about died there was a life size shaggy, shaggy from scooby doo my favorite tv show. and then when i was in the shops i couldnt believe my eyes all my favorite shows and characters were there frome scooby doo to batman to buggs bunny. it was like my childhood had been completed by this trip. that is only when i firsted walked it the gates. thats not to mention the scooby doo ride that i knew all over the shows villans in the ride which of course i was proud of and cant forget the hat i bought it was the big red monster gossumer from loony tunes. this was the best trip of my young life

"The Brown Wasps" Summary

Summary

Loren Eisley's "The Brown Wasps"

This story is about a man who planted a tree when he was a little boy.  Throughout his life, he imagined the tree as growing and still being where it was planted.  Everything around the tree may have changed, but he only saw the tree.

Because the image of the tree was his touchstone for his life as a child with his father, he could see how other creatures depended on their environment for stability.

The mouse counted on his field, even though at some point, man would take it away.  Once that happened, the mouse looked for a home that was similar to his field.

Pigeons that depended on the El for food had to leave to find more food but still came back when activity started up again.  They instinctively believed that activity meant food again.

As humans, we have a concept of life based on past experiences of people and family.  Even when those people are gone, we still seek the same type of environment.  The writer noticed that homeless people, even when close to death, would look for a place where there were other people.

The writer compared himself to wasps that come out early and then die because it’s too cold.  Instinct leads the wasps but, like the mouse, the pigeons, and even humans, instinct is not always for our benefit.         

Sensory Language

I’m sitting at a train station waiting for the train to arrive. I have the air conditioner blowing down the back of my neck. I’m freezing cold and I’m sick. I keep sneezing and coughing. At this point I want to pop a cough drop and then a pain pill. The head ache I’ve acquired makes me want to hit my head upon a table. The talking around me is making the vain in my head pulse. It’s like all the sounds are amplified. I can hear the people breathing like they’re behind me and that’s what’s making my neck cold.

There’s twenty minutes till my train will get here I grab my computer hoping it will distract me from movement I hear around me. I start typing, “ugh I hate my life, I why am I here.” There was a person that walked behind me.

“Well I assume your hear to catch a train,” he says. Great, I think, people are reading over my shoulder. I need some air, space, and no people. I write, “People shouldn’t be so nosey.” He frowns and marches away. “Ha-ha” I write, sneezing and pulling the beanie over my ears.

This feels like an eternity in a twenty minute format. I pull my water out of my bag and take a swig. Only it goes down the wrong pipe and I spit it all over the guy in front of me. I couldn’t swallow it and the poor guy looks in shock and who can blame him he has all my sick germs all over him. I sniffle this is not my day. I go over to apologies. “I’m sorry,” handing him a tissue for his face. Hoping he won't be mad. When I look at him water is head to toe, all over his clothes. He snags the tissue and sakes his head and say,” It’s all good I need to wash up anyway.” I smile trying to keep snot from dripping out my nose. “You can sit over here if you want you owe me.”

“You know I’m sick,” Obviously by my dripping nose.

“In that case you should be in quarantine with me, since you just spread your germs.” I try to look friendly since he’s being nice after me spitting water everywhere and I grab my stuff dragging my computer’s cord on the floor be hide me, nearly wrapping myself in it. Then falling in to the chair next to him, he offers me a drink, “Try not to choke this time.”

“No promises,” I say taking a drink noticing before hand how tired I’m getting. I’m practical lounging out in my chair now. Trying to hold my eyes open waiting for my train. Coolness wraps around me in a comforting way, I’m gone.

Next thing I know I’m waking up on my train. I have my computer next to me. I look at my keyboard then up to my screen and in a word document it say, “thanks for contamination call me for another visit to quarantine 421-245-8957.”

What an odd day I think as I blow my nose and start coughing.

"Shoot an Elephant" Summary

Summary

“Shoot an Elephant” by George Orwell 

            To “Shoot an Elephant” is about the writer when he was a sub-divisional police officer. He’s an Anlgo-Englishman stationed in Moulmein, Lower Burma.  He is hated by the small town that has been taken by imperialism.  He very much dislikes people having a bad opinion of him.

One day the sub-inspector calls him to tell him there is a ravaging elephant in the bazaar, destroying the town. He sets with a small gun that couldn’t kill an elephant. Meeting up with the sub-inspector and constables, they question the people about where the elephant went. No one gives them an answer of any legitimacy.  He thinks it’s a joke until he hears a lady telling children to get away from something. The police officer sees an Indian lying down in the mud. He is recently dead and has with an elephant’s foot print on his back.  After this, the writer sends for an elephant rifle.  Burmans come and tell him that the elephant is in the paddy fields, so he starts off down to the fields with the whole town following him.  They are excited about him killing the elephant, with only the gun to defend himself. When he gets to the elephant, he sees that it is hurting nothing, just tearing up grass. He thinks he should not kill the animal because he feels like he is like an expensive machine.

The native crowd at this moment liked him with the gun in his hands and it was everything to impress them. This is why he decides to shoot the elephant. It takes several shots and a long time for the elephant to die.  Some were upset and some were pleased, but he decided that now he wouldn’t look so stupid and now people would think better of him.

"the Lesson" Summary

Summary

 “the Lesson”  Toni Cade Bambara’s

The story is about a bunch of kids living in a lower class neighborhood.  They have a new neighbor moving in down the street. The children and their parents don’t think much of Miss Moore, the new neighbor. The parents humor her in trying to teach the children new things.

 

One day all the children met Miss Moore at a mail box. She puts them in a cab and takes them to FAO Schwarz; she has them start by looking in the windows of the store. At first they see a sail boat that costs $1,195.00. They start to wonder who could afford to buy a toy of that price. Miss Moore takes them in the store. The writer hesitates to enter the store but one of the other children, Mercedes had no problem entering.

 

The writer views the store with scorn because she can see the difference between her world and the world of the people that can afford what’s in the store. Later on they’re back at the mail box, Miss Moore asks about what they all thought of FAO Schwartz. Sugar, the writer’s friend pipes up and tells how she understands the lesson Miss Moore was trying to teach them.

 

The lesson is that there is more out in the world for them to obtain other than what they’re living in.

Free Write 9-4

so ive been snippy lately, mostly witg my mom and dad and my friend brittney. i cant really pin this to anything minus the stress lack of sleep and the amount of work im doing. so my idea to stop this would be some stress medication. but incerence is wacky so i really dont know if that will happen. anyway in view of the stress factor i have all my home work plus my job. also though eli got into a wreak on his motorcycle someone ran into the back of him that alone could make me a little crazy.