Author's Note: I wrote this poem in response to the Truman Show. It is about what goes into producing the show and I experimented with a different format for the poem.
Lights,
Sun rises in the morning,
Sets in the evening,
The same thing every day,
Camera,
All around the set,
All around the town,
Always hidden and out of sight,
Action,
24 hours a day,
Rain or shine,
The show must go on,
I control everything,
The time of day,
The light,
Even you.
Author's Note: My second response is a poem about the freedom Truman gets after he leaves the set and the control of the producer. Again, I experimented with the number of lines in the stanzas as I usually do four but this time I have six.
Free at last,
The true light shines upon me,
As I walk out of my old life,
And into the new me.
Before I was a fake,
Just like everyone around me.
Nobody is watching me now,
I can be my own person.
Whoever or whatever,
That is what I can achieve.
I can grow on my own,
And choose my own companions.
Only a door,
Yet it changed my life.
Walking through,
There is no more pretending,
And no more lies.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Dental World
Author's Note: While on vacation in Florida, we drove past a dental practice by the name of "Dental World". Of course, with a name like that, an ironic theme park with the same name was forming in our heads, with new additions constantly popping up. Throughout the whole vacation, Dental World went from a small dental office, to an expansive theme park with roller coasters, water rides, and a food court. Only a few of the many attractions are featured in this short story.
Stepping out of the car, I already know this will be the best day of my life. Finally, after months of planning and waiting, the time has come. The long 23 hour non-stop car ride was worth it now that I have arrived. Dental World, here I come!
The parking lot here is quite small, so I make it to the front entrance in no time. I purchase my ticket from the mascot in the tooth suit standing out front. I step through the door into a world of magic. Disappointed, I find myself standing in the waiting room. Just as I am about to turn around, unimpressed by the reality of Dental World, I spot it. Over in the corner, a sign with an arrow points to a door stating, "Dental World this way!". Suddenly, my hopes are restored. I walk over to the door and turn the knob, hoping for the best, yet prepared for the worst.
The sun shines through the clouds, marking the path I must take to reach the land of wonder of which I have so furiously imagined all the months leading up to this moment. I walk along the path until I come to a fork in the road. The sign in front of me indicates that if I choose the left path, I will come to the Molar Coaster and the Flo-Ride. However, if I choose the right path, I might come to the Fillings Food Court. Not feeling hungry yet, I choose the left path and continue on my way.
Moments later I come to the Molar Coaster. I grab a seat in the front row of the small train taking me up to the top of a massive incline. From the top, I can see all the way from the Fillings Food Court to the parking lot where my car is parked. The train, having no way to go but down, makes a sharp turn, followed immediately by a steep descent back to the station where we started just moments ago.
The temperature clearly must be reaching around 23,000 degrees right now, even though the thermometer posted just a mere foot away from me reads 82 degrees. With the Flo-Ride in sight, I sprint over, and jump into the brush shaped raft. The attendant starts the ride and I am off. What I assume to be water splashes in my face. Up and down, the raft floats along, continuing to cool me off. As the end of the ride approches, I feel much better.
I get off the Flo-Ride and, feeling starved, I head over to the Fillings Food Court. However, Dental World has a very strict rule of waiting an hour after you ride the Flo-Ride to enjoy the wonderful, high quality, 5 star chef prepared cuisine from the Fillings Food Court. The best day ever has suddenly turned into the worst day ever as I wait out my 1 hour penalty on a bench made out of giant toothpaste tubes. Unable to sit still, I wander around pointlessly.
Finally, the wait is up and I practically sprint to the stand where I receive a stick of sugar-free gum. The peppermint flavor is unbelievably appetizing after the long wait that I have endured. I return to the bench I was previously sitting on and chew my gum in peace, reflecting on the wonderful day that I have enjoyed here at Dental World.
Unfortunately, the park is closing and I am forced to leave. This day has come to an end, yet it has been everything I dreamed of and more.
Stepping out of the car, I already know this will be the best day of my life. Finally, after months of planning and waiting, the time has come. The long 23 hour non-stop car ride was worth it now that I have arrived. Dental World, here I come!
The parking lot here is quite small, so I make it to the front entrance in no time. I purchase my ticket from the mascot in the tooth suit standing out front. I step through the door into a world of magic. Disappointed, I find myself standing in the waiting room. Just as I am about to turn around, unimpressed by the reality of Dental World, I spot it. Over in the corner, a sign with an arrow points to a door stating, "Dental World this way!". Suddenly, my hopes are restored. I walk over to the door and turn the knob, hoping for the best, yet prepared for the worst.
The sun shines through the clouds, marking the path I must take to reach the land of wonder of which I have so furiously imagined all the months leading up to this moment. I walk along the path until I come to a fork in the road. The sign in front of me indicates that if I choose the left path, I will come to the Molar Coaster and the Flo-Ride. However, if I choose the right path, I might come to the Fillings Food Court. Not feeling hungry yet, I choose the left path and continue on my way.
Moments later I come to the Molar Coaster. I grab a seat in the front row of the small train taking me up to the top of a massive incline. From the top, I can see all the way from the Fillings Food Court to the parking lot where my car is parked. The train, having no way to go but down, makes a sharp turn, followed immediately by a steep descent back to the station where we started just moments ago.
The temperature clearly must be reaching around 23,000 degrees right now, even though the thermometer posted just a mere foot away from me reads 82 degrees. With the Flo-Ride in sight, I sprint over, and jump into the brush shaped raft. The attendant starts the ride and I am off. What I assume to be water splashes in my face. Up and down, the raft floats along, continuing to cool me off. As the end of the ride approches, I feel much better.
I get off the Flo-Ride and, feeling starved, I head over to the Fillings Food Court. However, Dental World has a very strict rule of waiting an hour after you ride the Flo-Ride to enjoy the wonderful, high quality, 5 star chef prepared cuisine from the Fillings Food Court. The best day ever has suddenly turned into the worst day ever as I wait out my 1 hour penalty on a bench made out of giant toothpaste tubes. Unable to sit still, I wander around pointlessly.
Finally, the wait is up and I practically sprint to the stand where I receive a stick of sugar-free gum. The peppermint flavor is unbelievably appetizing after the long wait that I have endured. I return to the bench I was previously sitting on and chew my gum in peace, reflecting on the wonderful day that I have enjoyed here at Dental World.
Unfortunately, the park is closing and I am forced to leave. This day has come to an end, yet it has been everything I dreamed of and more.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Two Majesties
Author's Note: This poem was inspired by the painting "Two Majesties" by Jean-Leon Gerome. This poem is written in the point of view of the lion pictured in the painting who wishes he could stay in his fantasy world, but he knows he must return to reality.
Sitting up here,
King of the world,
Wishing this moment could last
Forever.
But, alas, this moment must end,
I must return,
I must go home,
I must take care of them.
Maybe they could come here,
No, not the young ones,
The climb up here, even for me
Is a hard one.
Red, purple, blue, yellow
these colors surround me,
threatening to close in around me
begging to be let in.
Two majesties,
The King and Nature
Working together,
To make a beautiful sight,
A land of marvelous beauty
Friday, October 22, 2010
Waiting in the Rain
Author's Note: This is a journal entry about someone standing in the rain. I wrote it about somebody waiting on a dark street corner to be picked up.
The cold, darkness of the street corner,
drowns me in rain.
I stand here, alone,
waiting for them to come.
When, oh when.
When will this darkness end,
when will the rain stop?
Here they come,
down the dark, dark, street.
Forever, and ever I wait here,
alone.
What should take seconds,
seems to take years.
Decades I stand,
the icy droplets engulfing me.
Alone, alone.
They drive so slow.
But why?
Where does this get them?
Lightnig thrashes,
thunder crashes,
and I am still alone.
Please hurry up, I beg.
Please, please.
As the rain continues pouring down on me,
they are only a few feet away.
Coming around the bend,
I am jumping with joy.
Or am I just shivering,
freezing from the rain?
The car pulls up,
and I hop in.
With the heater on,
my fingers thaw.
Nothing is better than this,
the warmth capturing me,
in its cozy embrace.
they are only a few feet away.
Coming around the bend,
I am jumping with joy.
Or am I just shivering,
freezing from the rain?
The car pulls up,
and I hop in.
With the heater on,
my fingers thaw.
Nothing is better than this,
the warmth capturing me,
in its cozy embrace.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Memory Lane
Author's Note: I am currently reading a book called Because I am Furniture by Thalia Chaltas. The book is written in verse format so it is kind of a mix between fiction and poetry. Anke, the main character, narrarates the events in the book. This book is in present tense, but is written in little clips of her memory. My version is of someone walking down a street, having flashbacks of their life.
Out the door,
I am on my way.
Across the porch
and down the steps
I walk.
A school bus drives by,
children running,
standing,
missing
the bus as it
drives away,
without them.
~
Crunch,
crunch,
crunch.
My cereal munches
and crunches,
as I see a yellow blob
roll past the window.
I run out the door
almost forgetting
my backpack
as this vehicle
drives onward
to school
without me.
~
Around the block,
I pass the school yard
Little children
laugh,
scream,
play,
running all around.
The school bell rings,
and I am on my way.
~
Falling
down
down
down,
scraping my knee
crying
as the teacher rushes over
pulling a magical band-aid out
of her pocket.
Everything is
all better.
~
Across the street,
around the bend,
the massive hospital,
seems to never end.
The ambulence pulls up
with a child inside.
The mother crying,
thinking inside
"I told you so"
and into the building they go.
~
Climbing up,
up,
up,
my mother tells me to
be careful.
Taking none of her
words
into consideration,
I climb higher.
Suddenly,
the branch breaks
and down,
down,
down,
I go until...
Crack!!! Oww!!!
The siren wails,
as the ambulence arrives,
instantly taking me
to a room,
inside this giant,
structure.
~
Another turn,
and I
hear dogs
barking,
smell flowers
blooming.
Past the houses
with the lovely
flowery
drapes,
My walk down
Memory Lane
continues.
The wedding chapel
on my left
passes by as
a happy couple
runs out.
The start of a
new life.
~
Walking down the aisle
as I try not to trip,
everyone's eyes are on me
and
I feel as beautiful as anyone could ever feel
My family to the
left,
his to the
right.
Both intertwining in the
middle,
just as our lives
will as we
say our vows.
~
Turning around the corner
once more.
Life is a circle.
Just remember to
Live
Laugh
Love.
Out the door,
I am on my way.
Across the porch
and down the steps
I walk.
A school bus drives by,
children running,
standing,
missing
the bus as it
drives away,
without them.
~
Crunch,
crunch,
crunch.
My cereal munches
and crunches,
as I see a yellow blob
roll past the window.
I run out the door
almost forgetting
my backpack
as this vehicle
drives onward
to school
without me.
~
Around the block,
I pass the school yard
Little children
laugh,
scream,
play,
running all around.
The school bell rings,
and I am on my way.
~
Falling
down
down
down,
scraping my knee
crying
as the teacher rushes over
pulling a magical band-aid out
of her pocket.
Everything is
all better.
~
Across the street,
around the bend,
the massive hospital,
seems to never end.
The ambulence pulls up
with a child inside.
The mother crying,
thinking inside
"I told you so"
and into the building they go.
~
Climbing up,
up,
up,
my mother tells me to
be careful.
Taking none of her
words
into consideration,
I climb higher.
Suddenly,
the branch breaks
and down,
down,
down,
I go until...
Crack!!! Oww!!!
The siren wails,
as the ambulence arrives,
instantly taking me
to a room,
inside this giant,
structure.
~
Another turn,
and I
hear dogs
barking,
smell flowers
blooming.
Past the houses
with the lovely
flowery
drapes,
My walk down
Memory Lane
continues.
The wedding chapel
on my left
passes by as
a happy couple
runs out.
The start of a
new life.
~
Walking down the aisle
as I try not to trip,
everyone's eyes are on me
and
I feel as beautiful as anyone could ever feel
My family to the
left,
his to the
right.
Both intertwining in the
middle,
just as our lives
will as we
say our vows.
~
Turning around the corner
once more.
Life is a circle.
Just remember to
Live
Laugh
Love.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Flying: a poem responding to Maximum Ride- The Angel Experiment
Author's Note: I wrote this poem describing the feeling of flying. This was based on the book Maximum Ride- The Angel Experiment by James Patterson. In the book, the main characters are kids who are 98% human, 2% bird. This poem tells the emotions of flying while also describing the scenic beauty of the view up in the sky.
Departing...
From the peaceful jade forest
Capturing...
The beauty of the grand clouds up above
Seeing...
The tiny world shrinking as you rise up into the sky
Escaping...
From the restricting world beneath
Soaring...
High above the clouds
Feeling...
The wind on your face
Racing...
Joyful members of the flock
Falling...
Back down to the earth below
Po...
Author's Note: After I read the book Graceling by Kristen Cashore, I wrote this short story describing, to more detail, one of the events in the book. In the book some people are born with special abilities known as a Grace. Po has a Grace of sensing people and his surroundings. He can also read people's minds.
The panic is almost unbearable. Po may not be able to control it anymore. If he fails at this, he may be taking their lives along with his. If the king doesn’t die, then surely Po will. The mission: kill the evil King Leck to save Princess Bitterblue and all of Monsea.
Coming up on the party, fright is the one soul feeling rushing through Po’s body, along with the uncontrollable sense of everything around him for which he is Graced with. The first sight of Leck’s outer guard is a moment of feared joy for this is either the beginning or the end. First, the guard Graced with amazing sight and hearing spots him. Taking him out should be no problem for Po, but he might come out slightly scratched up from the guards Graced with sword fighting skills.
“Halt!” the first guard wails.
Out comes the dagger and the guard is gone. However, the guards of the outer guard have heard all this commotion and have come to avenge their fellow guard. Soon they are all gone and all that stands between Po and King Leck is the inner guard. Here is his chance. It’s now or never for Po to kill King Leck. Before they can even see him, Po shoots an arrow that nicks King Leck’s neck and alerts the men.
“Ready! Aim! Fire!” shouts King Leck to his army.
The arrows fly through the air. Po sees this one arrow, headed straight toward him. The attack of the arrow sends pain throughout Po’s body, all coming back to the wound on his shoulder. So much pain. I must get back to Katsa: the one thought repeating itself over and over again in Po’s mind. The galloping horse whinnies as arrows are lining its mane like a porcupine. The darkness comes. Pain, darkness, and death are erupting inside Po’s mind as he falls into a deep, dark sleep.
Po wakes to the rush of air along his face, the sight of water, and a little girl shrieking. Oh what a wonderful sight this is to Po, until the reality of the situation hits him. Po! Po! Katsa calls to Po inside his head. More than just the wind is knocked out of Po when he hits the water. His foot caught in the stirrup of the horse, sinking fast to the bottom of the icy cold lake. Something is moving towards him. Is it just his imagination? Or is there really a living, moving creature spotting him, coming to him? Just as he is pulled free by this thing, he comes and goes between the realms of unconsciousness.
Po! Po! Please don’t die. Po just look at me. Katsa? Was it she who has saved me from the depths of the lake? It must have been. Po sits up, wincing in pain. The fire’s burning glow seems distant and blurry, not quite the same as before his immense fall. Suddenly he knows what he must do. What they must do to him, for him.
“Katsa. You have to leave me behind.” Po states.
“What! But Po how… how… how could I leave you, you need help, you can barely limp.” Katsa manages to get out between whimpers.
”Oh, but Katsa you must. I am slowing you down. Bitterblue will never get to safety with me along. Tomorrow we will find a place for me to stay while you take Bitterblue to Lienid.”
The next day, as Po, Katsa and Bitterblue are searching for a decent cave of some sort for Po to stay and recover in, the group comes across a deserted cabin in a good condition. Po this is perfect! But where will you hide? Leck’s soldiers will search every inch of this place.
“There is a pond behind this place. Back in Lienid, my brothers and I found a cave in the side of a pond. I have a feeling there might be one in this pond, too.” Po hints to Katsa.
While Katsa is exploring the cave, Po and Bitterblue stand in silence, waiting. Bursting up for air, Katsa says,” There is definitely a cave down there but, will you be able to swim if Leck’s solders come looking for anyone hiding in the cabin?” Po nods his head, yes.
We will not leave until you have food and a fire. “Ok fine, but you have to hurry, Leck’s soldiers might not be far behind.” Po warns. Katsa ties the horse to the dusty old fence surrounding the cabin.
Katsa departs into the forest to find fire wood for the fire Po was to keep going at all times of the day. As Bitterblue asks him a series of questions having to do with his health, Katsa and herself, and Lienid; Po’s thoughts are elsewhere. Thinking Why is everything suddenly different? How can it become like it was before? Bitterblue’s jumble of questions seem to disappear as Po’s own wonders occupy his thoughts.
After Katsa returns, starts a fire for Po, catches many fish and places them into her wooden cage emerged in the pond, Katsa and Bitterblue say a sad and lonely goodbye and are on their way to Po’s castle in Lienid. Now it would be Katsa’s castle, for Po had given her his castle’s ring. Any Lienids the girls come across will honor their request for safe passage over to the castle on the western coast of Lienid.
Days pass as Po struggles to fight his Grace and survive in his current state of health. Suddenly, one day he senses it. The soldiers are coming! Po hops, falls and knows that it is impossible. The soldiers are still far enough away that he might be able to crawl to the pond and swim into his cave, the only place he is certain the guards will not search. Slowly splashing into the cold, icy water, swimming to the dry little cove where Po will be safe.
As Po enters the cave darkness surrounds him. Suddenly it hits him. He doesn’t need to fight his Grace, he can live more peacefully with it rather than trying to pretend it’s not even existent. There is no more fighting. No more believing that his Grace doesn’t exist. Without the struggle, everything becomes more clear. Po knows he lost his sight, but his Grace lets him see.
The panic is almost unbearable. Po may not be able to control it anymore. If he fails at this, he may be taking their lives along with his. If the king doesn’t die, then surely Po will. The mission: kill the evil King Leck to save Princess Bitterblue and all of Monsea.
Coming up on the party, fright is the one soul feeling rushing through Po’s body, along with the uncontrollable sense of everything around him for which he is Graced with. The first sight of Leck’s outer guard is a moment of feared joy for this is either the beginning or the end. First, the guard Graced with amazing sight and hearing spots him. Taking him out should be no problem for Po, but he might come out slightly scratched up from the guards Graced with sword fighting skills.
“Halt!” the first guard wails.
Out comes the dagger and the guard is gone. However, the guards of the outer guard have heard all this commotion and have come to avenge their fellow guard. Soon they are all gone and all that stands between Po and King Leck is the inner guard. Here is his chance. It’s now or never for Po to kill King Leck. Before they can even see him, Po shoots an arrow that nicks King Leck’s neck and alerts the men.
“Ready! Aim! Fire!” shouts King Leck to his army.
The arrows fly through the air. Po sees this one arrow, headed straight toward him. The attack of the arrow sends pain throughout Po’s body, all coming back to the wound on his shoulder. So much pain. I must get back to Katsa: the one thought repeating itself over and over again in Po’s mind. The galloping horse whinnies as arrows are lining its mane like a porcupine. The darkness comes. Pain, darkness, and death are erupting inside Po’s mind as he falls into a deep, dark sleep.
Po wakes to the rush of air along his face, the sight of water, and a little girl shrieking. Oh what a wonderful sight this is to Po, until the reality of the situation hits him. Po! Po! Katsa calls to Po inside his head. More than just the wind is knocked out of Po when he hits the water. His foot caught in the stirrup of the horse, sinking fast to the bottom of the icy cold lake. Something is moving towards him. Is it just his imagination? Or is there really a living, moving creature spotting him, coming to him? Just as he is pulled free by this thing, he comes and goes between the realms of unconsciousness.
Po! Po! Please don’t die. Po just look at me. Katsa? Was it she who has saved me from the depths of the lake? It must have been. Po sits up, wincing in pain. The fire’s burning glow seems distant and blurry, not quite the same as before his immense fall. Suddenly he knows what he must do. What they must do to him, for him.
“Katsa. You have to leave me behind.” Po states.
“What! But Po how… how… how could I leave you, you need help, you can barely limp.” Katsa manages to get out between whimpers.
”Oh, but Katsa you must. I am slowing you down. Bitterblue will never get to safety with me along. Tomorrow we will find a place for me to stay while you take Bitterblue to Lienid.”
The next day, as Po, Katsa and Bitterblue are searching for a decent cave of some sort for Po to stay and recover in, the group comes across a deserted cabin in a good condition. Po this is perfect! But where will you hide? Leck’s soldiers will search every inch of this place.
“There is a pond behind this place. Back in Lienid, my brothers and I found a cave in the side of a pond. I have a feeling there might be one in this pond, too.” Po hints to Katsa.
While Katsa is exploring the cave, Po and Bitterblue stand in silence, waiting. Bursting up for air, Katsa says,” There is definitely a cave down there but, will you be able to swim if Leck’s solders come looking for anyone hiding in the cabin?” Po nods his head, yes.
We will not leave until you have food and a fire. “Ok fine, but you have to hurry, Leck’s soldiers might not be far behind.” Po warns. Katsa ties the horse to the dusty old fence surrounding the cabin.
Katsa departs into the forest to find fire wood for the fire Po was to keep going at all times of the day. As Bitterblue asks him a series of questions having to do with his health, Katsa and herself, and Lienid; Po’s thoughts are elsewhere. Thinking Why is everything suddenly different? How can it become like it was before? Bitterblue’s jumble of questions seem to disappear as Po’s own wonders occupy his thoughts.
After Katsa returns, starts a fire for Po, catches many fish and places them into her wooden cage emerged in the pond, Katsa and Bitterblue say a sad and lonely goodbye and are on their way to Po’s castle in Lienid. Now it would be Katsa’s castle, for Po had given her his castle’s ring. Any Lienids the girls come across will honor their request for safe passage over to the castle on the western coast of Lienid.
Days pass as Po struggles to fight his Grace and survive in his current state of health. Suddenly, one day he senses it. The soldiers are coming! Po hops, falls and knows that it is impossible. The soldiers are still far enough away that he might be able to crawl to the pond and swim into his cave, the only place he is certain the guards will not search. Slowly splashing into the cold, icy water, swimming to the dry little cove where Po will be safe.
As Po enters the cave darkness surrounds him. Suddenly it hits him. He doesn’t need to fight his Grace, he can live more peacefully with it rather than trying to pretend it’s not even existent. There is no more fighting. No more believing that his Grace doesn’t exist. Without the struggle, everything becomes more clear. Po knows he lost his sight, but his Grace lets him see.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Road
Author's Note: This is a journal response about when my family was driving to St. Louis. There isn't really a purpose to it, just something that reminded me of the prompt: Road.
As we are driving down the road, I, being the one laying in the backseat, am unaware of the world around me as it passes by unnoticed as we make our way to St. Louis. The story of Helen Keller captures me as my bookmark slowly ticks away, until we are flying, floating away into the sky. I wonder, "What could possibly be lifting this gentle, blue minivan off the ground and into the wonderous world above?" As I sit up to have a better view, I see a road with our car rolling across it, it's wheels never once leaving the ground and my imagination dims as we exit the freshly paved portion of the road.
As we are driving down the road, I, being the one laying in the backseat, am unaware of the world around me as it passes by unnoticed as we make our way to St. Louis. The story of Helen Keller captures me as my bookmark slowly ticks away, until we are flying, floating away into the sky. I wonder, "What could possibly be lifting this gentle, blue minivan off the ground and into the wonderous world above?" As I sit up to have a better view, I see a road with our car rolling across it, it's wheels never once leaving the ground and my imagination dims as we exit the freshly paved portion of the road.
Fire
Author's Note: This is a journal response on the topic of fire. This never actually happened to me, I just always think of this kind of scene when I think of fire. The end is left hanging for the reader to creativly imagine what would happen next.
Flames erupting
Almost swallowing us whole
Running around in circles
Trying to escape
Managing to exaust ourselves
We hear the witnesses shouting to us
"Are you in there?"
"Are you safe?"
Door after door
crashing down
Brave men stepping in
coming to save us
dissapointed when we are
nowhere to be found
the nice lady next door
screams as we are spotted
at the top of the building
the flames on our tails
forcing us to jump...
Thursday, January 21, 2010
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn Project
Author's Note: This is our (Alaina, Autumn, Hannah, and Me) creative project for A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith. The border consists of subthemes of the book, the better ones at the top, while the bad ones are lined on the bottom.
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Friday, November 20, 2009
Trump Hotel
When we went to Las Vegas on our way back from Disneyland, we stayed at the Trump Hotel. When my mom checked us in, I was thinking that we would end up on the 3rd floor of a 64 floor building. I was happy and very surprised to find the she upgraded our room from originally being on the 5th floor to room 5803 on the 58th floor! Our room was amazing. There was a TV in the mirror in the bathroom and our window took up a whole wall. It was very fun riding up in the elevator. Just like in an airplane my ears popped as we rose at an amazing speed, reaching floor 58 in about the same time it took to reach floor 7 of our hotel at Disneyland.
Forest
I am in a forest. I see trees, great tall giant pines. I cannot see anything but trees everywhere I look, only green and brown. But I can hear so much more. I hear the rushing waters of a stream nearby. Birds up in the treetops chirping softly. It's quiet. I am the only one here, but I don't even worry about finding my way out.
River
It is hot out. The praire sun is beating down on us through a cloudless sky. I am on a river boat. It is very crowded. It's a small boat and every lady is wearing a dress like it's 1886. Are all these people pioneers? Are they heading west? There are animals aboard, but the one that sticks out most to me is the donkey. Now it's a cargo boat. Oh no! I realize where I am. If I'm right...
Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving doesn't really start until the guests arive, we eat, and the fun begins. Once we have eaten, my whole family gets situated and they start to socialize- the adults that is. The small children run down the stairs and into the basement. The bang the drums, sound the train whistile, and run around, seemingly never running out of energy. We all gather around and play various games such as Spoons and Apples to Apples. I smell the warm pumpkin pie as it's removed from it's pan, one slice at a time. As the marvelous desserts disappear, the TV clicks on and a movie starts playing. As night grows near, the first of the guests say goodbye, and leave. Another movie starts as more guests depart at their own pace, while the rest may stay close to midnight, but some out-of-town reletives head up to steal my bedroom. Once the last of our family has left our house we, but mostly my mom, clean up our house, then we all head off to bed.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Recess
Kids are running all around me. Around everyone. I call them kids, but they're the exact same age and grade as me. It's a cool, brisk autumn day, clouds are filling the sky. I hear the wistle blow, see everyone near and far come rushing towards us. They are now lining up. It is finally time to go inside, the cold air is nipping at my nose and bitterly biting my ears. There is a sudden rushing mob, and we are in, recess is over.
Bread
I am in my kitchen not of my current house, but a home before this time. Before everything I now know. I can smell the sweetly sensational smell from all over the house. When will this masterpiece be complete? I wander, sighing as I smell the delicious scent of cooking bread. Then I hear my mom remove it from the bread making machine. Fresh bread... how I want to smell sweet bread cooding right before me. Bread, such a simple subject, yet a completely complex and amazing smell.
Ocean
I am up in the air. Surfers are on the high waves in the ocean. I feel the cool artificial ocean breeze flow across my face. We ar sitting in a row with strangers every where. Up, down, left, right. Our ride is coming to an end. The fireworks crack, Nathan screams. we all float swiftly back down to the ground. We unstrap our seat belts, and grab our shoes from below our seats. As we exit the ride, we get right back in line again for Soarin'.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Veterans Essay
When is the Right Time to Honor our Veterans?
..........When is the right time to honor our veterans? Is the right time just on November 11, Veteran’s Day? Is there really no right or wrong time but every day the time to honor our veterans? Veterans need to be respected every day of the year for they deserve more than just a few days of honoring.
..........Veterans have risked their lives for our freedom. These brave men and women have left their families, their lives, everything they have to travel far to fight to defend the freedom of our country. So many Americans have done this, are doing this now, and will do this to defend our country. How would you like to leave your life to fight, possibly even lose your life, for other people you don’t even know and will never meet? Leaving, fighting, dying; this is not the life anyone wants to live, but fighting for freedom is what many, young and old, wish to accomplish in their lifetimes.
..........We as Americans need to celebrate our veterans more, for they not only leave their families, they sacrifice their lives. We often think of them as people who just leave our country to fight some people from other countries so we can win the war. Veterans do so much more than that. They sacrifice their lives for us. Even though we may not know them, these heroes care about us and our freedom. Veterans have seen what no man or woman ever wants to see, experienced what no man or woman ever wants to experience, but cares how every man and woman wants to care.
..........These veterans, heroes, need to be admired, thanked, and honored for their hard work, services and dedication for this country where, because of them we call this the land of the free and the home of the brave. So we say thank you to all the veterans of America for perusing their dreams of fighting for this country. I hope younger generations follow in their footsteps and realize the need of such heroes as these brave, courageous veterans.
Friday, October 23, 2009
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