Author’s Note: This is a short response about the poem “Mother to Son” by Langston Hughes and the purpose for writing is to get a ten in word choice and context.
In the poem “Mother to Son” by Langston Hughes, the figurative language clearly expresses the tone and the main idea and tone that the author wanted. The sentences, “Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair” and “I’se been a-climbin’ on” are the two examples that really catch my eyes as the two figurative examples. The purposes of these sentences are that life is not always going to be smooth and easy (like a crystal) and the other one shows how she has had to work and or ‘climb’ to reach her goal. Lastly, the tone and mood are conveyed and that is sad and depressing for the Mother because she had such a hard life but perseverance while talking to her son to get through the hard times. Overall, the figurative language is expressed elegantly and in the right spots to set the tone and the mood of the characters’ surroundings.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Monday, March 5, 2012
Chrisopher John Francis Boon
These two paragraphs are about the characteristics of Christopher James Francis Boon
Christopher John Francis Boon is exactly 6 foot 2 with hickory brown hair, powder blue eyes, and black glasses. He is 15 years, 3 months, and 2 days old autistic kid who his a lot smarter than some people realize, although they are probably just prejudicing. The family members that he has are his father and his pet rabbit Toby. His mother had just died of a heart attack and he did not seem to mad which meant that he was not that close to her. Since he is autistic, he doesn't like being touched and he always does things in logical order. If not he usually freaks out which usually gets him in trouble. But like I said before, he is really intelligent and would never purposely hurt anyone.
Christopher knows every prime number up 7,057 and it takes him barely any time to do very difficult equations. When he grows up he wants to be an astronaut or something that includes math. Although he knows the he is different, he is confident that there are chances for him in the real world. He also wants to write a novel about an event that happened in his life. He is truly a special and enthusiastic kid. No matter what life throws at him, he is going to shine through everything and make a name for himself.
Christopher John Francis Boon is exactly 6 foot 2 with hickory brown hair, powder blue eyes, and black glasses. He is 15 years, 3 months, and 2 days old autistic kid who his a lot smarter than some people realize, although they are probably just prejudicing. The family members that he has are his father and his pet rabbit Toby. His mother had just died of a heart attack and he did not seem to mad which meant that he was not that close to her. Since he is autistic, he doesn't like being touched and he always does things in logical order. If not he usually freaks out which usually gets him in trouble. But like I said before, he is really intelligent and would never purposely hurt anyone.
Christopher knows every prime number up 7,057 and it takes him barely any time to do very difficult equations. When he grows up he wants to be an astronaut or something that includes math. Although he knows the he is different, he is confident that there are chances for him in the real world. He also wants to write a novel about an event that happened in his life. He is truly a special and enthusiastic kid. No matter what life throws at him, he is going to shine through everything and make a name for himself.
The Gluttony Games
Author’s Note: This is a parody of the story, The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins and the purpose for writing is to complete one of my goals (creative piece).
“And from district twelve, Primrose Everdeen!”
Primrose started crying, because the overwhelming thought of exercise was too much for her. As soon as I saw this I jumped up from the crowd and screamed, “I volunteer to take her place for district 12!” Primrose looked at me in awe and said, “Katniss, you don’t have to do this!” but I said that I must.
The crowd gasped in astonishment as I said this because it is always the worst thing to happen in a year in Panem. What happens is two tributes are picked from each district to fight it out to the death but to ultimately find the golden donut. This trophy per say, is hidden in the arena and whoever finds it and escapes the arena alive wins the games.
This was of course a worry for me because I didn’t know how to kill or exercise or anything like that so training was going to be really tough on me.
Once all of the tributes were chosen from the sacred pizza box, we were loaded into a car and we went to a large building. There we chose our weapons of expertise, were given our rooms, and we begun our training. For my weapon, I chose the asparagus bow and arrow because I know that most of the contestants are allergic to it because it is so healthy. We got to train for a week and it was actually not as terrible as I thought it was going to be. The only bad part was when I had to go on the stationary bike for ten minutes because my legs cannot peddle that well.
My agenda during the week was as follows:
1. Wake up and eat a super healthy breakfast(which I hate)
2. Do my morning training session
3. Eat lunch and talk to Peeta(The other tribute from my district who might like me)
4. Afternoon training session
5. Dinner and talk to Peeta more
6. Go to Bed
After the long and grueling week, we were all finally transported to our individual start lines at the entrance to the arena. The crowd around us was going wild and I couldn’t even hear the thoughts inside my head. Finally, the gluttonous chancellor came to the microphone and told everyone to quiet down. She said, “Welcome everyone to the Gluttony Games!” After taking in a long breath from the energy draining shout, she continued. “You must cheer as hard as you can for your district’s tributes because the tributes district that wins gets a life supply of all of the sugary treats you can think of! And to the tributes, try as hard as you can for your district and don’t let your country down!” The chancellor pressed a button with her pudgy index finger and a countdown began. 3…..2…..1…… GO!!! The doors to the arena opened, we all ran in, and my life as I knew it, was now long gone.
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It was the worst month of my existence on this planet. It was gruesome, but my weapon was proven to the best because I won. I only had to kill one person and it breaks my heart to say the it was Peeta. It happened so quickly. He was about to kiss me when I stabbed him with his celery stick and he died instantly. I eventually found the golden donut ina tree and had no problem slowly returning to my starting spot where there was a huge celebration awaiting me. When I saw Primrose, she jumped up to me and thanked me graciously. After that, everything went back to normal life where I hunted with my best friend Gale and we lived happily ever after!
“And from district twelve, Primrose Everdeen!”
Primrose started crying, because the overwhelming thought of exercise was too much for her. As soon as I saw this I jumped up from the crowd and screamed, “I volunteer to take her place for district 12!” Primrose looked at me in awe and said, “Katniss, you don’t have to do this!” but I said that I must.
The crowd gasped in astonishment as I said this because it is always the worst thing to happen in a year in Panem. What happens is two tributes are picked from each district to fight it out to the death but to ultimately find the golden donut. This trophy per say, is hidden in the arena and whoever finds it and escapes the arena alive wins the games.
This was of course a worry for me because I didn’t know how to kill or exercise or anything like that so training was going to be really tough on me.
Once all of the tributes were chosen from the sacred pizza box, we were loaded into a car and we went to a large building. There we chose our weapons of expertise, were given our rooms, and we begun our training. For my weapon, I chose the asparagus bow and arrow because I know that most of the contestants are allergic to it because it is so healthy. We got to train for a week and it was actually not as terrible as I thought it was going to be. The only bad part was when I had to go on the stationary bike for ten minutes because my legs cannot peddle that well.
My agenda during the week was as follows:
1. Wake up and eat a super healthy breakfast(which I hate)
2. Do my morning training session
3. Eat lunch and talk to Peeta(The other tribute from my district who might like me)
4. Afternoon training session
5. Dinner and talk to Peeta more
6. Go to Bed
After the long and grueling week, we were all finally transported to our individual start lines at the entrance to the arena. The crowd around us was going wild and I couldn’t even hear the thoughts inside my head. Finally, the gluttonous chancellor came to the microphone and told everyone to quiet down. She said, “Welcome everyone to the Gluttony Games!” After taking in a long breath from the energy draining shout, she continued. “You must cheer as hard as you can for your district’s tributes because the tributes district that wins gets a life supply of all of the sugary treats you can think of! And to the tributes, try as hard as you can for your district and don’t let your country down!” The chancellor pressed a button with her pudgy index finger and a countdown began. 3…..2…..1…… GO!!! The doors to the arena opened, we all ran in, and my life as I knew it, was now long gone.
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It was the worst month of my existence on this planet. It was gruesome, but my weapon was proven to the best because I won. I only had to kill one person and it breaks my heart to say the it was Peeta. It happened so quickly. He was about to kiss me when I stabbed him with his celery stick and he died instantly. I eventually found the golden donut ina tree and had no problem slowly returning to my starting spot where there was a huge celebration awaiting me. When I saw Primrose, she jumped up to me and thanked me graciously. After that, everything went back to normal life where I hunted with my best friend Gale and we lived happily ever after!
Thursday, February 23, 2012
The Viewpoint of a Preschooler
Authors Note: This piece is about how the change in viewpoint in the novel The City of Ember by Jeanne DuPrau would change the main characters, setting, and the plot.
Just imagine, having to live with your old and forgetting grandmother in a place where there is danger around every corner. Think about how the only other person that cares about you is out working most of the time and you rarely get to see her. Lastly, I want you to think about living in a place with very little varieties of food and very little place to sleep and play. This is what the story The City of Ember by Jeanne DuPrau would be like if it was through the point of view of Poppy instead of Lina and Doon. Once again, if the point of view of the story was changed, there would be a different set of main characters, an alternate setting, and a way different plot line that the story would follow.
First off, the main characters would dramatically change in the book The City of Ember, if the story was in the first person of Poppy. The adventures with Doon and Lina would have never happened and they would be a lot less of importance. Instead of Doon and Lina, it would be Granny and Mrs.Murdo because they were the two people who spent the most time with her. These two characters were also the people who took care of her and did things like feed her.
Furthermore, the supreme point of setting would be alternated as well. There wouldn’t be a lot of worry in the eerie city of blackness and streetlamps. The environment would probably be the warm and inviting place of either Granny’s or Mrs. Murdo’s house. This is, because the only times Poppy was ‘outdoors’ in the story, was when Lina lost her and during the major celebration of the Singing. Therefore, she spent all of her other time inside the houses of her family and those who were close to her.
In the same way, the structure of the plot would be adjusted as well. Instead of all of the adventures that happened with Doon and Lina, it would basically be the same characterless and stale thing every day. Wake up, eat, play, nap, eat, play, dinner. There wouldn’t be a plot at all because there wouldn’t be a rising or falling action, climax, and resolution. Although, the plots would have met up during the falling action of the The City of Ember. This was when Lina took Poppy from Mrs. Murdo in the streetlamp lit streets, but there wouldn’t be anything to resolve because the baby sister of Lina and Poppy had no idea what was happening when Lina took her anyways.
In the novel The City of Ember, the main characters, setting, and plot line would have changed greatly if it were written in the viewpoint of Poppy, instead of Lina. There would be no adventures, no mysteries, and most importantly, no purpose for reading the book. With her and Mrs. Murdo's in her apartment, she wouldn't have done anything noteworthy but chew the Instructions of Egress.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
The Young and the Brave
This piece is about what Poppy from the novel, The City of Ember by Jeanne DuPrau, is thinking about during chapter 17: Away and chapter 18: Where the River Goes.
There’s this big crowd, and everything has gone dark. I don’t know where I am. But I do know that Mrs. Murdo is carrying me, trying to get me out of the gigantic amount of hustling and bustling Ember citizens. Then roughly ten minutes into this terrible moment, the floodlights flickered on and everyone including myself was relieved. Mrs. Murdo then began to hurry home with me in her grasp because she didn’t want to be on the streets, if this ancient street goes black again.
About half way to my home, Lina suddenly appeared and began to talk to Mrs. Murdo rapidly. Then Lina quickly grabbed me out of the clutches of our former neighbor, and we ran off into the dark alleys of this dying city.
As we finally stopped running, Doon approached us in a relieved fashion. Then with this light source that I have never seen before, we ventured into a building, down a long, wet staircase, and down a wet ladder. Then Lina set me down and told me to stay there or else. After that my sister and her friend started to take this big wooden contraption out of a cave and they placed it into the rambunctious river. When Lina finally took hold of me, she gave me to Doon, and stepped into the mysteriously floating thing. Doon handed me to her and then he stepped in as well. A couple of seconds later, we were off at break-neck speed down the river.
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We sped down the twisting and turning river with many bumps and walls that terrified me because I thought that I was going to fly out into the frigid water. But Lina and Doon made sure that that didn’t happen. They covered me up with their bodies and made sure I was safe. Minutes, maybe hours later, we slammed to a halt on a rock face with a tunnel above it and Lina and Doon seemed to be studying it. They talked a bit and then Lina went into that cave and disappeared into the eerie darkness of the inside.
I heard her yell something; it was probably to Doon; and then she came out with a joyful look on her face. They then climbed out of the floating device, with me in hand, and into the cave where they set me down at the mouth. Both of them finally went to the place where I couldn’t see Lina before, to see what was in there. As they were, I was curiously looking around and spotted a book lying there on the dark hard rock. I picked it up and was about to tear it up, like I usually do, when Lina came out and spotted me. She screamed at me telling me something that sounded like “Put that down”. It startled me so much, that I dropped the book and started crying.
After I had calmed down, Doon went to the water one last time to pick up some items from the boat. As he was doing that, Lina tied a piece of rope around herself at the waist and then around my waist as well. As if it was to prevent me from going too far ahead so I couldn’t get lost. After that, though we were off into the darkness of a tunnel where our only light source was the ‘candle’ in Doon’s hands.
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There’s this big crowd, and everything has gone dark. I don’t know where I am. But I do know that Mrs. Murdo is carrying me, trying to get me out of the gigantic amount of hustling and bustling Ember citizens. Then roughly ten minutes into this terrible moment, the floodlights flickered on and everyone including myself was relieved. Mrs. Murdo then began to hurry home with me in her grasp because she didn’t want to be on the streets, if this ancient street goes black again.
About half way to my home, Lina suddenly appeared and began to talk to Mrs. Murdo rapidly. Then Lina quickly grabbed me out of the clutches of our former neighbor, and we ran off into the dark alleys of this dying city.
As we finally stopped running, Doon approached us in a relieved fashion. Then with this light source that I have never seen before, we ventured into a building, down a long, wet staircase, and down a wet ladder. Then Lina set me down and told me to stay there or else. After that my sister and her friend started to take this big wooden contraption out of a cave and they placed it into the rambunctious river. When Lina finally took hold of me, she gave me to Doon, and stepped into the mysteriously floating thing. Doon handed me to her and then he stepped in as well. A couple of seconds later, we were off at break-neck speed down the river.
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We sped down the twisting and turning river with many bumps and walls that terrified me because I thought that I was going to fly out into the frigid water. But Lina and Doon made sure that that didn’t happen. They covered me up with their bodies and made sure I was safe. Minutes, maybe hours later, we slammed to a halt on a rock face with a tunnel above it and Lina and Doon seemed to be studying it. They talked a bit and then Lina went into that cave and disappeared into the eerie darkness of the inside.
I heard her yell something; it was probably to Doon; and then she came out with a joyful look on her face. They then climbed out of the floating device, with me in hand, and into the cave where they set me down at the mouth. Both of them finally went to the place where I couldn’t see Lina before, to see what was in there. As they were, I was curiously looking around and spotted a book lying there on the dark hard rock. I picked it up and was about to tear it up, like I usually do, when Lina came out and spotted me. She screamed at me telling me something that sounded like “Put that down”. It startled me so much, that I dropped the book and started crying.
After I had calmed down, Doon went to the water one last time to pick up some items from the boat. As he was doing that, Lina tied a piece of rope around herself at the waist and then around my waist as well. As if it was to prevent me from going too far ahead so I couldn’t get lost. After that, though we were off into the darkness of a tunnel where our only light source was the ‘candle’ in Doon’s hands.
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Friday, February 10, 2012
The Quotes of Mystery
Author’s Note: This piece is about a very important quote in the novel The City of Ember by Jeanne DuPrau.
Just imagine living in a city where the only source of light in our domain happens to be awkwardly placed lamp posts and that your city is surrounded by an eerie darkness. Think about how your community isn’t coming together at difficult times but instead, they are fighting over things like light bulbs. If your city was about to collapse because of the people in it, would you find out a way to escape? In the book, The City of Ember by Jeanne DuPrau, this is what Doon and Lina go through when they find the instructions that were written by the Builders, many years ago. After that moment, those two and Lina’s sister Poppy, find mysterious items that they have no idea what to do with.
When Doon and Lina find toolboxes with candles and matches in them, they exclaimed, “What does ‘Candles’ mean?” and “And what does ‘Matches’ mean? Matches what!” These quotes from Lina and Doon show the reader that the people of Ember were very isolated when they entered the mystical city. What is really mysterious, is that the first people that went into Ember, didn’t pass down those common words and concepts down from the outside world like matches and candles to their given children.
These quotes from the book The City of Ember by Jeanne DuPrau express how the characters and people in the city have no idea about the outside world. The existence of Ember is only known by those who built it and the people who live there. The majority of the people of Ember believe in one thing and one thing only, and that is The Book of the City of Ember.
Just imagine living in a city where the only source of light in our domain happens to be awkwardly placed lamp posts and that your city is surrounded by an eerie darkness. Think about how your community isn’t coming together at difficult times but instead, they are fighting over things like light bulbs. If your city was about to collapse because of the people in it, would you find out a way to escape? In the book, The City of Ember by Jeanne DuPrau, this is what Doon and Lina go through when they find the instructions that were written by the Builders, many years ago. After that moment, those two and Lina’s sister Poppy, find mysterious items that they have no idea what to do with.
When Doon and Lina find toolboxes with candles and matches in them, they exclaimed, “What does ‘Candles’ mean?” and “And what does ‘Matches’ mean? Matches what!” These quotes from Lina and Doon show the reader that the people of Ember were very isolated when they entered the mystical city. What is really mysterious, is that the first people that went into Ember, didn’t pass down those common words and concepts down from the outside world like matches and candles to their given children.
These quotes from the book The City of Ember by Jeanne DuPrau express how the characters and people in the city have no idea about the outside world. The existence of Ember is only known by those who built it and the people who live there. The majority of the people of Ember believe in one thing and one thing only, and that is The Book of the City of Ember.
Monday, February 6, 2012
The Setting that Affects a City
The setting of the award winning novel The City of Ember by Jeanne Duprau is a dark and gloomy place where the only sources of lights happen to be awkwardly placed street lamps. Also the city of Ember is surrounded by total darkness and nobody knows what is out in that darkness. These both create an eerie and weird feeling for everyone in the mystical city.
This setting affects the plot because the whole plot consists and leads up to one thing, and that is getting out of Ember. Lina and Doon, the two main characters, are starting to find a way out because the city is starting to lose all of its electricity and supplies for their citizens. So if this wasn’t the main problem in the story and all of the lights were working perfectly, then it would not be part of the plot at all. A different setting, such as a bright and sunny city, there would be no needs at all to find either a different way power the city or a way to escape the city. It would lastly affect the citizens of the city and the main characters, because everybody would be happy instead of mad and everybody would live more in harmony. Not fighting each other for the last light bulb.
This setting affects the plot because the whole plot consists and leads up to one thing, and that is getting out of Ember. Lina and Doon, the two main characters, are starting to find a way out because the city is starting to lose all of its electricity and supplies for their citizens. So if this wasn’t the main problem in the story and all of the lights were working perfectly, then it would not be part of the plot at all. A different setting, such as a bright and sunny city, there would be no needs at all to find either a different way power the city or a way to escape the city. It would lastly affect the citizens of the city and the main characters, because everybody would be happy instead of mad and everybody would live more in harmony. Not fighting each other for the last light bulb.
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