Thursday, February 23, 2012

Journal #3 | Readers & Writers

What is the best book that you have read? Why do you consider this THE best book?
What are you currently reading? Do you like it? Why or why not? (This should not be a book that is being read for an assignment or class, but one that you have chosen to read.)
Are you an aspiring writer? Do you blog, journal, or write stories outside of class? What are they about? What inspires you to write? You may share a sample as part of your post.

I'm not really sure what the best book I have read is. There are so many. My current favorite would be Catching Fire from The Hunger Games. I think that it has an intriguing plot, it's got good detail and the characters are (somewhat) easy to relate to.
Currently, I am reading the book "The Bishop Goes to The University." I'm having a little difficulty getting into it, because it's a different genre than what I normally read. It's a mystery novel, and while I am a huge fan of Crime tv shows and things, reading them isn't the same thing to me. (Which is sort of weird...)
I love to write. It's one of my favorite things to do. I have a blog, but I don't write on it much anymore, and I write stories outside of class. Mostly I write fanfiction, because while it has more restrictions on the characters and things, it's the best way for me to get feedback on my writing because other people read it.
This is a short sample of something I wrote about rwo, maybe three months ago.
She couldn't help but smile as she walked down the side-walk of New York. The crisp autumn air was always a favorite of hers. She loved how it wasn't too cold, but it wasn't scorching hot. She loved the reds and oranges she saw on the trees lining certain areas of the city. It was by far one of her favorite times of the year.

She didn't walk to work often, only when there wasn't a case, the weather was nice, and she for some strange reason woke up in time to shower, make breakfast, and get herself ready for the day. Today was one of those days. She even, by some miracle, managed to get her dishes done.

She put her hands in the pockets of the black leather jacket she was wearing and let out a huff of air as she waited for the light to change so that she could cross the street. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that this is where she needed to be, what she needed to be doing. So why did she feel like she was doing wrong?

She looked up as she heard the shuffle of little feet stop beside her. She let out a light "hi" as the little blonde girl looked up at her with big blue eyes and a smile. She was wearing a pink knit sweater with dark blue jeans. Her hair was up in pigtails and she clung to her mothers hand. It reminded Kate of herself when she was little and would take walks with her mom. Except, she hardly ever wore pink. She wore blues and reds.

She crossed the street quickly, looking down at her feet as she did so. Stepping onto the curb, she pulled her phone out of the back pocket of the dark wash jeans she was wearing, unlocking it and reading the new text message she got. She rolled her eyes as she read it, it had become a habit of hers, even when no one can see that she's doing it. She locked her phone so as to not pocket-dial anyone, and put her hand back in the pockets of her jacket.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Heart and Soul ;; Journal Entry #2

This week's journaling topic is in honor of Valentine's Day. You will need to write a top 10 list of the things that you believe with you all your heart and soul. Though some may be weighty or serious, don’t let the prompt limit you. I certainly believe with all my heart and soul that Moo Shoo Chicken and plum sauce should adorn my plate nightly!

I believe in God. He’s pretty much the only person who I can rely on and trust.
I believe that gay marriage should be legal everywhere. I don’t think it matter what gender a person is, because love is love, no matter what body parts a person has.
Homeless-ness is something that needs to be settled, I keep hearing from my mom about how we have more and more houses being forclosed, and we’re eventually going to (we may already) have more empty houses than we do people without homes.
I believe that everyone should get free health care, it isn’t going to hurt a person to pay a little extra on their taxes so that they can go to the doctor whenever they need to and they don’t have to worry about not being able to pay the bills they need. It just makes sense to me.
I believe that Castle should come on every night and should never end. I think that the week long wait is excruciating and the hiatus’ that they have just make me want to die. (I think this might be a sign that I’m just a tad obsessed)
I believe that Castle and Beckett need to just get together and get married already, however Marlowe doesn’t agree with me... yet.
I believe that everyone should just get along and be best friends that fangirl about good tv shows, because really, fandom wars are not cool
I believe that math should be illegal unless your a calculator. It will relieve many people of stress due to math homework.
I believe that money should not exist and everything should be free, and then we wouldn’t have to worry about being in debt, and we wouldn’t have to worry about loosing our houses or anything like that. Money should dissapear.
I believe that there should be a channel on tv that only airs reruns of Chuck and Castle all day everyday. And that way I don’t have to buy all the DVDs and worry about them getting scratched.

Friday, February 3, 2012

Free writing: It had been raining for a week

It had been raining for a week. The entire week that he had been gone. That he’d left her there alone, with his mother and daughter. It wasn’t like she was complaining, though. She loved his family. They were friends, well, they were family. She’d lived in the loft with his family for almost three months now, they’ve been together for six months officially, and three years before that unofficially. After everything they had been through, all the dangerous chases, the gun shots, the almost dying, even the hiding themselves in relationships with other people because they were too afraid to admit that they were in fact in love with each other, they finally decided to give it a go.
She brushed her long, brown hair back into a high pony tail before pulling on her white tennis shoes and black jacket. She looked herself over in the floor length mirror on the back of the bathroom door before grabbing her phone which was in the plastic holster and sliding it on her upper arm, below her jacket. She plugged her headphones in with difficulty, wondering why she had decided to put her jacket on before she put her music on.
When she finally got it set up and playing her music in her ears, she wrote a quick note on the counter to let the other people who lived in the loft know that she was out for a run, without her keys, so to not lock the door if they left so that she could get back inside.
She walked down the stairs quickly, looking out the door at the pouring rain before she set foot outside, picking up speed in the near empty streets of new york. As the song “The Beginning” played into her ears, she couldn’t help but smile after the initial confusion came across her. The song wasn’t upbeat like the rest of the music on her running Pandora station, but she liked it. It was something that fit her relationship perfectly. Three years. It took three years for one of them to admit their feelings, and months after that for her to finally admit that she had heard him, that she loved him, too.
She let her mind wander back to their first date. He took her to a nice resturaunt in Manhattan. She remembers that she wore a knee length red-dress, that had a black belt around the center, with a pair of her signature black heels. She assumed that Alexis, or even Laine had told him her plan for a red and black dress, because he showed up in a black shirt, dark blue jeans and a red-tie. It was one of the rare times that he wore jeans, but it looked nice. She liked the look on him.
She stopped on the edge of the curb, jogging in place as she waited to cross the street. For her entire run, she didn’t pay attention to where she was, her mind was elsewhere. Thinking about other things, now when she was almost back and needed to cross the street once more, she realizes that she misses him more than she thought she did. And it’s only been a week.
She crosses the street at a fast-walking pace, her sweater getting heavy due to the fact that it is soaked, but she tries to keep up her normal running pace. It’s slightly difficult, but she manages. Her breathing is getting heavy, ber feet, too. She wants to cut her run short, instead of running around the block a second time, she decided to just ruin up to the front of the building.
She looks down at the ground, as she walks up the stairs and opens the front door, not paying attention, and not noticing that someone is standing there talking to the door man.. until she runs into him. She’s soaked from her run, so naturally she’s embarrassed.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Friendship and trust.

I am generally not a very trusting person, and there are one, maybe two people that I trust with my secrets. I wouldn't trust anyone with a million dollars, because that is a LOT of money that I just wouldn't want to let out of my sight. The few people who I do trust, they've been around me long enough and haven't told anyone anything that I have told them in confidence. The people who I trust, I've also been trustworthy to them, so it's a mutual thing. You can't trust someone if they don't trust you, because if they don't trust you, they have no reason to do what you do and run off telling your secrets.

There are a lot of people who I trust with little things, and they're people I've never even met. I trust these people because I know that they won't judge me, and they have no one to tell my secrets to and it won't start any gossip.

I believe that you can have a good friendship without trust, it just would be one that you know wouldn't last forever, because the only thing that you have to build on it is the fact that you guys can find one thing in common, like a tv show, and that's really all you can talk about. You can still have a good time with a person you don't trust, you just don't have to tell them something that you do not want to get out.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Lord of The Flies.

What is the Irony in Lord Of The Flies? Well, I'm thinking that I am going to stick to one object thing, (not really sure what to call it) and that would be the irony of the verbal irony expressed through-out this novel.
Jack was the one who spoke, he said "We've got to have rules and obey them. After all, we're not savages." The ironic thing about this, is that in the next chapter, we are told that they need to forget about civilization, and act on instinct, to help stay alive. Throughout the book, we see them go from normal English School Boys to savages, which is exactly what Jack says they aren't.

Another small example of irony would be Piggy. Throughout the book, the boys hunt and eat Pigs, and not only that, they enjoy eating them.

And another example, is when Piggy says that adults meet to talk about things. This is ironic, because had the adults been able to meet together, the boys wouldn't be in the current situation they are in. If the adults where able to sit down and actually discuss the boys, they probably would have never fled the school and would have never ended up shot down and eventually ending up on the island.

I am sure there are more examples of irony, but those are some that I had noticed, or I had pointed out to me when discussing the book with friends, or my Mom.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Assignment: Blog Entry #3

For your blog this week, choose one of the following approaches to use to respond to this week's reading (chs 15-22) in To Kill a Mockingbird. At the bottom, I have made a video explaining things further. Post your response in your blog.
Your answer should be 250-300 words long (no more than 400 words, please!) and should be proofread. If you choose the ARTISTIC option, please just write a couple of sentences explaining the meaning behind your creation; you do not have the same word requirement, since your effort will go into your artistic creation.
To qualify for an A, include at least one passage from the text in your writing or as a "preface" to lead into your writing.
To submit your assignment, click EDIT MY SUBMISSION and paste a copy of your blog post.

Blog Entry:
" Judge Taylor broke in. “He’s answered the question three times, Atticus. He didn’t call a doctor.” "

I was sitting there, in the court room. Things hadn't really started yet. I remember observing the people and surroundings around me. I noticed that Mr. Tate had dressed in a normal suit, it made him look different from the normal boots, jacket, and vest, that he wore. I couldn't see my family, I wasn't even sure if they were there. I sat at a table, my back faced to everyone.
"I asked her who hurt her and she said that it was Tom Robinson..." At this, I noticed that Judge Taylor looked slightly different then he did before. I still listened to the speaker of the moment, and then, a question was directed at me, from Judge Taylor. "Any questions, Atticus?" I leaned back in my chair, and replied with a yes. I then directed a question at the Sheriff. "Did you call a doctor, Sheriff? Did anyone call a doctor?" He replied with a no. I wasn't sure to believe it or not, so I asked again. "Didn't call a doctor?" and he confirmed again. "No, Sir". Slightly annoyed, I asked another question. "Why not?" I then varied my question a bit, but trying to verify that he infact didn't call a doctor, when Judge Taylor broke in, telling me he had already answered the question three times, and clearly, had not called a doctor.
The trial continued, and I asked more questions, got more answers, had some slight confusions, trying to defend what I went there to defend as best I could. There where times, where I would think about asking a question, and decide against it, and then I would wonder if I should have or not.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Assignment: Blog Entry #2

Directions: For this week, post the answer to one of the following questions to your blog.
To submit the assignment, click on EDIT MY SUBMISSION and paste a copy of your blog entry.
Your answer should be 200-300 words long (no more than 400 words, please!).
Who is your favorite character thus far in the book? Why do you like him or her? What are you learning from him/her? Describe the childhood world of Jem, Scout, and Dill and their relationship with Boo Radley. How does Part II (beginning with chapter 13) shift away from childhood and into the adult world? Pick one of the following characters and describe what she tell us about Maycomb society: Calpurnia, Miss Maudie, Miss Stephanie Crawford, or Miss Caroline Fisher.

Blog Entry:

To Kill A Mocking Bird is a book full of characters, as is any book, therefore, it gets difficult to choose a favorite character, but if I must choose a favorite character, it would have to be Scout. I would pick that character, mostly because I can relate to her, kind of. I mean, I don't narrate books, but I do love to read. I am defiantly NOT smart for age, (not saying that I think I am not smart, I would put myself as average) but reading is one of my favorite activities (especially if it involves Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form).
In this book, so far what I have learned, is probably the fact that no matter how old you are, you can do a lot of things, and maturing is just one of them. The book being written in her Point of View, I enjoy how she comments on the fact that she wasn't sure that she understood everything she was told, or what had happened during the time the book takes place, but now, the fact that she is older, she does understand them more.
Scout is truly a wonderful character, and the book would not be very good without her(considering she is the one who is narrating it).