Monday, November 7, 2011
Dally
Dally is a rougher kind of kid. He's a blond greaser who's tall and has some scars. He has gone to jail several times and he has parents and a home. He doesn't seem like a good person because does a lot of stealing and has gone to jail several times. I don't think Dally is misjudged. He deserves his judgment. I think Dally will end up in jail again because of his bad actions.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Patriots Pen
Patriots Pen
Am I proud of my country?
I am proud of our country. We have religious freedom, democracy, and equal opportunities for everyone. People are welcome from any country here. Also the government isn’t corrupt.
Am I proud of my country?
I am proud of our country. We have religious freedom, democracy, and equal opportunities for everyone. People are welcome from any country here. Also the government isn’t corrupt.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
The Sad Ending for Cinderella
The Sad Ending for Cinderella
Authors Note: This piece is mediocre. It's not the best one I've written. It was just a piece I wrote for fun.
It was going to be the perfect night for Cinderella. She had an amazing fairy god-mother who provided everything she needed. There was a beautiful dress waiting for her to put on, wonderful glass shoes, and a luxurious carriage with four elegantly decorated white horses. Wearing all her new accessories, Cinderella stepped into the carriage and rode off to the ball.
When she arrived, the atmosphere was astonishing. Everyone from the kingdom was there. Not knowing where to park, Cinderella asked the valet man to find a place for the carriage. The valet man happily took the carriage but due to his lack of driving skills, he crashed it into a corn field. Walking up the giant staircase, Cinderella was in the midst of it all. She decided to go over to the buffet table since she hadn’t had dinner.
Just as Cinderella was heading to the plate where the main course was being served, the most beautiful man came over to her.
He said, “Hello, may I ask your name?”
“My name is Cinderella.” she answered.
“That is such a beautiful name. Would you dance with me?”
“I would love to.”
So the pair went out to the dance floor. All night they truly began to love each other more and more. You could tell by the way they looked into each other’s eyes. Everyone was jealous of them, especially the prince. So they devised a plan, an evil one.
One person would stand by the chain for the chandelier with a saw ready to cut it while the prince would give the signal. As planned Cinderella and the charming man were walking out toward the garden for an evening stroll. The prince then gave the signal. The chandelier chain began to weaken as the saw grated away at the iron ring. After much reciprocating of the saw, it fell; but, almost according to karma, a gust of wind blew the falling object over the prince and it crushed him. Alarmed by the sound of the crash, Cinderella and the man went over to help. When they were able to move the wreckage of the chandelier, they found it was the prince. Cinderella broke down sobbing. The reason for that was because Cinderella and the prince were very good friends when they were younger.
So then most everyone who attended the ball also attended the funeral for the prince. And that is how Cinderella became depressed.
The End
Authors Note: This piece is mediocre. It's not the best one I've written. It was just a piece I wrote for fun.
It was going to be the perfect night for Cinderella. She had an amazing fairy god-mother who provided everything she needed. There was a beautiful dress waiting for her to put on, wonderful glass shoes, and a luxurious carriage with four elegantly decorated white horses. Wearing all her new accessories, Cinderella stepped into the carriage and rode off to the ball.
When she arrived, the atmosphere was astonishing. Everyone from the kingdom was there. Not knowing where to park, Cinderella asked the valet man to find a place for the carriage. The valet man happily took the carriage but due to his lack of driving skills, he crashed it into a corn field. Walking up the giant staircase, Cinderella was in the midst of it all. She decided to go over to the buffet table since she hadn’t had dinner.
Just as Cinderella was heading to the plate where the main course was being served, the most beautiful man came over to her.
He said, “Hello, may I ask your name?”
“My name is Cinderella.” she answered.
“That is such a beautiful name. Would you dance with me?”
“I would love to.”
So the pair went out to the dance floor. All night they truly began to love each other more and more. You could tell by the way they looked into each other’s eyes. Everyone was jealous of them, especially the prince. So they devised a plan, an evil one.
One person would stand by the chain for the chandelier with a saw ready to cut it while the prince would give the signal. As planned Cinderella and the charming man were walking out toward the garden for an evening stroll. The prince then gave the signal. The chandelier chain began to weaken as the saw grated away at the iron ring. After much reciprocating of the saw, it fell; but, almost according to karma, a gust of wind blew the falling object over the prince and it crushed him. Alarmed by the sound of the crash, Cinderella and the man went over to help. When they were able to move the wreckage of the chandelier, they found it was the prince. Cinderella broke down sobbing. The reason for that was because Cinderella and the prince were very good friends when they were younger.
So then most everyone who attended the ball also attended the funeral for the prince. And that is how Cinderella became depressed.
The End
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Poem
W wonderful
A amazing
T therapeutic
E exuberant
R rejuvenating
F fresh
A aquatic
L large
L loud
A amazing
T therapeutic
E exuberant
R rejuvenating
F fresh
A aquatic
L large
L loud
Friday, October 7, 2011
Frank and the Cheese Problem
There once was a munchkin named Frank who lived in a castle called McCheesy's Cheesy Cheese Castle o' Cheesy Cheese. He was a nice man and he owned a cheese shop. There was a problem though, his cheese inventory was overloaded. There many mini fridges all over the castle over flowing with Mozzarella, Cheddar Jack, Muenster, American and every other cheese known to munchkin-kind.
Friday, September 30, 2011
John at the Ten Yard Line
Authors Note
This piece is a parody of the poem, “Casey at the Bat” by Ernst Thayer. The format is basically the same but a football variation of that.
The chances for the Carlson High Cougars to win were not so good today;
They were losing 36-42 with four minutes left to play;
When Dave was benched with an injury and Aaron the same;
A cloud of disappointment fell upon the audience of the game.
A few of the fans decided to go and not cheer on the team;
The others stayed and watched the game through chattering clenched teeth;
They only thought if John could get a chance to take to the field;
That the Carlson High football team may have favorable yield.
But the other team on the turf had possession of the ball;
And the defense did their best to hold back it all;
Flying down the field was the offense toward the end zone;
The chances of John coming into the game were becoming very lonesome.
But a miracle happened with Kevin making an interception;
He ran down the sideline with great determination;
When Kevin was finally brought down the ref came out to measure;
He said, “10 yards to the goal line!” and the crowd applauded with pleasure.
The cheering rose as John got up and strapped on his helmet;
The Carlson High football team knew they couldn’t blow it;
Already in position and the center with the ball;
John gave the commands to begin the play; the most important one of all.
John looked for someone open, someone to whom he could throw;
But he couldn’t find a person and he took a great big blow;
The ref came out once again to measure where he lay;
He yelled, “Second and 15!” and the crowd began to bay.
They said, “How can this be? John would never do that!”
The coach asked for a timeout so he could have a chat;
Afterwards they went back out to go and try again;
A tension rose among the multitude in the stands as it began to rain.
John yelled again, “Ready, set, hike!”
But John got sacked to the fans dislike;
Frustrated he got up and exclaimed, “This stinks!”
The coach said to John, “This ain’t tiddly winks!”
In the midst of their grave situation at the time;
This was the opportunity for John to really shine;
This time as the clock wound down;
The ball sailed through the air without a sound;
The fans watched the spiraling ball with great intent;
The play shockingly fell short to their horrid discontent;
John now very discouraged sat down thinking it through his head;
“This can’t be happening!” as he heard, “Fourth and eighteen!” overhead.
All eyes were on John as he went out one last time;
He had to make this play work to prevent the team’s demise;
One final time he gave the order to snap the ball back to him;
He grabbed that ball and threw it hard to the receiver named Tim.
Somewhere out in the country people celebrate in song;
Many other children and adults run and join along;
It is different though at Carlson High, the attitude is solemn;
“Cougars Lose 36-42” is the title of the school newspaper column.
This piece is a parody of the poem, “Casey at the Bat” by Ernst Thayer. The format is basically the same but a football variation of that.
The chances for the Carlson High Cougars to win were not so good today;
They were losing 36-42 with four minutes left to play;
When Dave was benched with an injury and Aaron the same;
A cloud of disappointment fell upon the audience of the game.
A few of the fans decided to go and not cheer on the team;
The others stayed and watched the game through chattering clenched teeth;
They only thought if John could get a chance to take to the field;
That the Carlson High football team may have favorable yield.
But the other team on the turf had possession of the ball;
And the defense did their best to hold back it all;
Flying down the field was the offense toward the end zone;
The chances of John coming into the game were becoming very lonesome.
But a miracle happened with Kevin making an interception;
He ran down the sideline with great determination;
When Kevin was finally brought down the ref came out to measure;
He said, “10 yards to the goal line!” and the crowd applauded with pleasure.
The cheering rose as John got up and strapped on his helmet;
The Carlson High football team knew they couldn’t blow it;
Already in position and the center with the ball;
John gave the commands to begin the play; the most important one of all.
John looked for someone open, someone to whom he could throw;
But he couldn’t find a person and he took a great big blow;
The ref came out once again to measure where he lay;
He yelled, “Second and 15!” and the crowd began to bay.
They said, “How can this be? John would never do that!”
The coach asked for a timeout so he could have a chat;
Afterwards they went back out to go and try again;
A tension rose among the multitude in the stands as it began to rain.
John yelled again, “Ready, set, hike!”
But John got sacked to the fans dislike;
Frustrated he got up and exclaimed, “This stinks!”
The coach said to John, “This ain’t tiddly winks!”
In the midst of their grave situation at the time;
This was the opportunity for John to really shine;
This time as the clock wound down;
The ball sailed through the air without a sound;
The fans watched the spiraling ball with great intent;
The play shockingly fell short to their horrid discontent;
John now very discouraged sat down thinking it through his head;
“This can’t be happening!” as he heard, “Fourth and eighteen!” overhead.
All eyes were on John as he went out one last time;
He had to make this play work to prevent the team’s demise;
One final time he gave the order to snap the ball back to him;
He grabbed that ball and threw it hard to the receiver named Tim.
Somewhere out in the country people celebrate in song;
Many other children and adults run and join along;
It is different though at Carlson High, the attitude is solemn;
“Cougars Lose 36-42” is the title of the school newspaper column.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Last Essay
The Award
After everything was packed, Papa and his family got in the old black Plymouth they owned. Papa started the engine, and headed off. The ride to the next work place was about an hour. When they arrived there, Papa got out and introduced himself to the man who would be employing them and providing them a place to stay temporarily.
“He seems very nice,” said Papa.
“I hope so,” replied Mama, “Where do we stay?”
“He said there’s a barn near the grape fields out back,” said Papa. “It’s also furnished. They have parties there sometimes.” The black car slowly drove down the narrow lane leading to the barn.
“Wow!” said Panchito in an excited tone. “This place is huge!”
“I know,” said Papa. “Let’s unpack.” They were done in about an hour. Work began tomorrow. For now, it was just time to relax and recharge.
It was just another ordinary day for Papa. He got up, took a shower, and did the rest of his morning routine. After that, he went off to work and arrived right on time, just as he had done every day for the last few weeks. While he was busily working, his supervisor summoned him. Papa quickly got up, his mind racing with thoughts of having an extended work period there or being told that he was no longer needed. That thought made him shiver, even though it was ninety degrees outside.
Papa walked up to the makeshift office in a shed that said, SUPERVISOR’S OFFICE in bold, white lettering. He slowly opened the door and sat down in the empty chair in the dusty, unorganized office. “Papa,” said the burly man who sat behind a table with a glass of ice cold water on it. “You have been nominated as this year’s The Lazy do Nothing Constructive Award winner!”
Papa, who was very confused asked, “What?”
“Yes,” said the supervisor. “Congratulations!”
“Is this some kind of joke?” spoke a skeptical Papa. “I’m the most productive person working in these fields.”
“Yes, I know that, the employees here nominated you,” said the supervisor.
“Ok,” said Papa, and with that he left.
When Papa got back to the fields, he was confused. He never even knew there was such an award. If Papa ever got an award, he would want it to be something that showed his productiveness, not an award that ruined the reputation that was known about him. All his life, Papa was known to go above and beyond. The reason for this is because he grew up in a poorer family and had to do lots of chores. He wanted to make his family as happy as possible, and after years of doing that, his character was where it is today. He decided to put the thought aside and got back to work.
After Papa finished his job out in the field, his supervisor summoned him again. Papa went up and opened the door to the “office” and sat down once again. “Papa, you really amaze me,” said the supervisor. “You can be put in the most challenging situations and still succeed. You see, that award you were given was a test to see if you would be affected by a feeling inside you that might make a person think twice about their character, but you, you just shrugged it off and got back to work. We need more people like you Papa.”
“I still don’t understand,” replied Papa.
“I want to hire you as a foreman during the busy seasons and when things start to slow down, you could be somewhat of a handy man for me,” said the supervisor. “Are you up for it?”
“Sure!” responded Papa almost immediately. “I’ll do it!”
“Alright!” said the supervisor. “You’re hired!”
Papa left with a feeling in his heart of immense joy. When he got to his home, he announced the news to his family. “Guess what?” said Papa.
“What?” they responded in unison.
“We’re staying here permanently!” he yelled. Everyone cheered and hugged each other. It was as if the world was a party. Papa’s family never packed those boxes with their belongings ever again after that day when the circuit ended permanently.
After everything was packed, Papa and his family got in the old black Plymouth they owned. Papa started the engine, and headed off. The ride to the next work place was about an hour. When they arrived there, Papa got out and introduced himself to the man who would be employing them and providing them a place to stay temporarily.
“He seems very nice,” said Papa.
“I hope so,” replied Mama, “Where do we stay?”
“He said there’s a barn near the grape fields out back,” said Papa. “It’s also furnished. They have parties there sometimes.” The black car slowly drove down the narrow lane leading to the barn.
“Wow!” said Panchito in an excited tone. “This place is huge!”
“I know,” said Papa. “Let’s unpack.” They were done in about an hour. Work began tomorrow. For now, it was just time to relax and recharge.
It was just another ordinary day for Papa. He got up, took a shower, and did the rest of his morning routine. After that, he went off to work and arrived right on time, just as he had done every day for the last few weeks. While he was busily working, his supervisor summoned him. Papa quickly got up, his mind racing with thoughts of having an extended work period there or being told that he was no longer needed. That thought made him shiver, even though it was ninety degrees outside.
Papa walked up to the makeshift office in a shed that said, SUPERVISOR’S OFFICE in bold, white lettering. He slowly opened the door and sat down in the empty chair in the dusty, unorganized office. “Papa,” said the burly man who sat behind a table with a glass of ice cold water on it. “You have been nominated as this year’s The Lazy do Nothing Constructive Award winner!”
Papa, who was very confused asked, “What?”
“Yes,” said the supervisor. “Congratulations!”
“Is this some kind of joke?” spoke a skeptical Papa. “I’m the most productive person working in these fields.”
“Yes, I know that, the employees here nominated you,” said the supervisor.
“Ok,” said Papa, and with that he left.
When Papa got back to the fields, he was confused. He never even knew there was such an award. If Papa ever got an award, he would want it to be something that showed his productiveness, not an award that ruined the reputation that was known about him. All his life, Papa was known to go above and beyond. The reason for this is because he grew up in a poorer family and had to do lots of chores. He wanted to make his family as happy as possible, and after years of doing that, his character was where it is today. He decided to put the thought aside and got back to work.
After Papa finished his job out in the field, his supervisor summoned him again. Papa went up and opened the door to the “office” and sat down once again. “Papa, you really amaze me,” said the supervisor. “You can be put in the most challenging situations and still succeed. You see, that award you were given was a test to see if you would be affected by a feeling inside you that might make a person think twice about their character, but you, you just shrugged it off and got back to work. We need more people like you Papa.”
“I still don’t understand,” replied Papa.
“I want to hire you as a foreman during the busy seasons and when things start to slow down, you could be somewhat of a handy man for me,” said the supervisor. “Are you up for it?”
“Sure!” responded Papa almost immediately. “I’ll do it!”
“Alright!” said the supervisor. “You’re hired!”
Papa left with a feeling in his heart of immense joy. When he got to his home, he announced the news to his family. “Guess what?” said Papa.
“What?” they responded in unison.
“We’re staying here permanently!” he yelled. Everyone cheered and hugged each other. It was as if the world was a party. Papa’s family never packed those boxes with their belongings ever again after that day when the circuit ended permanently.
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