Independent Reading Project Reflection

In this Independent reading project, I learned quite a bit about the arts and the effective way a writer's usage of personification. I also learned some common sense  such as 1) spray paint stinks, 2) Elevation always looks good on a model, and 3) Never leave your work till the last minute. If I were to characterize my effort, I would say that I worked hard but can still do better. Parts of my essay and visual art is lousy and funny looking due to the fact that I didn't spend more time on it. I also feel that my project can be more well designed and artistic( though I'm a terrible artist, but I've still got to try.) To be quite honest, I did not exactly like this project due to the fact that I'm a terrible artist. And forcing a terrible artist to do a huge art work is just plain cruel, perhaps next time we can do a different project. With computers, maybe. Right now, I felt that the exercise should be worthwhile but I won't be giving my final answer until my grade comes out. I think this project can go deeper by allowing more elements of the plot. I think we can make a better project by continuing where the story had left off. Like the second volume of the book. I think that would be more fun than a simple plain book report and a project. I think we can right the second book in a with a nice cover and everything. That, will definitely be a thrilling project artisan or not.

Sands of time

Who leaves foot prints behind? My answer to this in depth question is that all of us do. It is impossible to not leave foot prints on the sands you have once walked, it's how long it'll last that counts. Some foot prints are deeper than the others, and can bare through the tide waves's merciless pounds. The others are shallow and barely visible, those are the footprints that will erode by the faintest peck of the sea breeze. Yet as all may have known, one day, these foot prints will all get erased, deep or shallow. One day every single one of us will be forgotten, famous or not. This is not what this journal entry is supposedly about, I simply tried to express a little more. I do apologize for that. Anyway, some historical figures that reminded me that people can accomplish great things are: Newton...etc. You get my idea. THese people had accomplished great things, and left very deep footprints in the sand of humanity. I am unsure of the literary device Longfellow used with " leave behind footprints", but I'm guessing that it is a...? As I have previously stated, I and everyone will leave foot prints through time. Though some may think it's simply a clever play of words, it is my true belief. As in for how deep? I don't know. I really truly have no idea. You the people  are  going to have to measure it, I suppose.

My Most and Least Favorite

Of all the novel s we have read throughout the year, my favorite is one of the best sellers of all times- The Outsiders. The Outsiders written S. E. Hinton( S. S. Hinten?) is about a boys who grew up at the wrong side of the tracks who is a lot more than the other around him. Instead of living up to the imitation society set for him, Ponyboy seemed to be exactly the opposite. Instead of being aggressive and tough, he is dreamy and thoughtful. Instead of fighting through his whole life, His intellectual learning earned him a put up from his original grade. Most of all, his sense of wisdom for the people around him made me like his character. He could look through the barriers and really " see" a person, not just how they look and act.
Ok, now for my least favored novel. My least favored novel is titled " Hatchet", and this title definitely does not appeal to girls like me. Yet of course, that is not my only reason. To me and me only( maybe), " Hatchet" is a tedious monologue of a twelve( thirteen?) year old boy of himself and nature. That's it. No other conflicts or what so ever.  This doesn't mean I dislike nature or anything, the point that I'm trying to get across is that this book may be filled with action, but lack internal conflict. Brain rarely ever thought about home, desire, his friends. His behavior does not contradict his faith...etc. If you think that I simply want to see a fragile little boy become more miserable than he already is, than that it be the case.

Hip-Hop Language

Student of PAS

( Ring!!!) Oh my oh my gosh,
Don't you feel like rush,
Wake up in the morning just to your alarm clock.
I still wanna snooze,
I still wanna ooze,
But I wake up in the morning just to my alarm clock.
 with a painful step,
I slowly rose,
out my dream of heaven into just to my alarm clock

( stomp!!!) then oh my oh my gosh,
Don't you feel like a rush,
I stood up in the bathroom with a toothbrush in my mouth,
than from right to left,
and from right to left,
I stood up in the bathroom with a toothbrush in my mouth,
And From up to down,
And From down to up,
I stood up in the bathroom with a toothbrush in my mouth

( Ugh!!!)then  OH my oh my gosh,
Don't you feel like a rush,
I'm Slumped down in a chair with my hair tied up,
The teacher's voice,
like a timeless roar, 
So I slumped down in a chair with my hair tied up,
Too bad there's no alarm,
for a class that's armed,
so I slumped down in a chair with my hair tied up.

( Ring!!!) then Oh my oh my gosh,
Don't you feel like a rush,
Running home  from school with a smile broad,
The teacher's voice,
is like a tip of moist,
And I'm running home from school with a smile broad, 
Leave the kitty cats,
Leave  the homework as,
I'm running home from school with a smile broad.

( Ring!!!) then The end,
It's the end.
Oh my day just ended like a wink they say,
Well too bad,
too bad,
tomorrow I'll wake up in the morning just to my alarm clock.

Epic Language

There they stood with their sorrowful grim, 

" Return to us!  Oh please!" 

And There I stood with my determined wimed, 

" I shall do this, I heed." 

With one last look  at the mile-less shore, 

One last look at the joys and roars, 

From there I  plunged into the endless core,

Oh fire, oh please. 

Courage, I summoned above , 

and slowly my frozen hands raised. 

" Be proud of me, brothers and sisters

as you sit on the swings and play, 

forgive me, 

to not join your game 

for it is hard to lay, 

I shall do this, 

brothers and sisters, 

and here my corpse shall lay." 

A fire burned as I typed, 

The brain is swiveling wiped, 

I couldn't breath, 

I couldn't reach, 

the memories are fading

along with my raging. 

Like a madman I typed, 

swearing and cursing and ripped. 

MY body is wounded

and my heart is empty, 

But the demon kept demanding for more. 

At last, 

it all ended 

and there was down as I laid, 

at where my corpse will stay. 

I finished it, my blogging assignment, 

and I will hope to a brand new day! 

Ps. I really don't think this is "epic" enough. I am still unclear about how elegant the language should be, and to be quite honest I have a small vocabulary. 

The Epic Hero

An epic poem is something that illustrates the importance of a heroic figure. Although often exaggerated( let's say all of them are) an epic poem also reflects the values within one culture. Taking the infamous medieval epic poem- The Song of Roland for one, Richard the Lionheart demonstrated great bravery and wisdom. This epic poem is not only one of the most important literary works of the Medieval times, but it also reflects the culture of that time being. It shows that warriors like Richard the Lionheart is highly praised for their immense bravery. This shows that the english people at that time valued bravery over everything else. As in for our sports hero in the present day world, they are stars. Yet the exaggeration used on them is relatively smaller since people now have written history. As in for the comparison between Beowulf and Casy at the Bat, one is a real epic poem while the other is a mock epic. Both uses elegant language to express the feeling of heroism, yet " Casy at the bat" is sort of mocking the epic poem's style. I thought it was pretty funny, though the writer himself did not like it. Don't ever estimate the power of exaggeration, cause it can change a story by great measures indeed. What it had done to the story- " Casy at the bat" was truly " epic" and I loved it!!!

Experiances

I held up my arms,
projected my voice,
Tremble arms wiped away sweat,
Head whirling,
My legs shook,
My shoulders tremble,
My finger held on to the paper tightly,
I took a deep breath,
my throat exhaled,
Hairs stood up on one end,
Another bead of sweat ticked off my neck,
I heard the thundering of the crowd,
I opened my mouth,
than from no where a tune struck out of my throat,
and the crowd applauded with their hands.

Adjectives

Calm,
Sunlight,
eaceful,
Smooth,
dark,
red ,
relaxed

Plain,
milk
shake,
soda.

Fun,
loving,
manageable,
exciting.

Wistful,
joyful,
happy,
hopeful,
newness,.

Triolet

The end of summer is a gloomy grey sky, 

The Leaves are shedding, 

The birds don't sing as they fly. 

The end of summer is a gloomy grey sky, 

The bitter grass  sighed, 

The icy cold is raging. 

The End of of summer is a gloomy grey sky, 

The leaves are shedding. 

Limerick

There was once a girl name Nile
Who smiles dumbly like some child,
Then reality sets,
And worries met,
Now her tears just flows like the Nile.

List Poem

My Only Wish

Death approaches, 

knocking on my window. 

It's ghostly shadows reached me, 

but I fear no more. 

The moment is coming, 

as I anticipated, 

since the moment the doctor shook his head, 

and laid my beeping machine to rest. 

Oh, mother don't cry. 

Remember, mother?

The roller coaster in Disneyland? 

I said that was my only wish. 

The speed, 

the screams. 

Remember, mother?

When I retreated from the sight of Spanish and French?

I said that was my only wish. 

The anxious, 

the freedom. 

Remember, mother?

When I dreamed to be a writer?

I said that was my only wish. 

the beauty of English,

The Hope. 

Remember, mother?

When I wished the books will be out of stock?

I said that was my only wish, 

The escape, 

The neglect. 

Remember, mother?

When I pointed at your belly, 

where my brother laid, 

and wanted him gone?

I said that was my only wish, 

My mother, 

my possession. 

And remember, mother? 

When I pointed at the spanish vocabulary, 

the scattered holes, 

homework, 

computer, 

mosquitoes, 

and demanded ? 

I said those were my only wish, 

Too. 

To tell you the truth, mother. 

None of the wishes are true. 

My only wish, 

is to be with you. 

A mother, 

and daughter. 

Free Write

My father is a night owl, a man with his senses acute when the rest of us are drifting off to dreamland. I could not remember a single second in my fourteen years of life when he isn't out watching the stars on our balcony, or once when he isn't embracing the cool night's breeze when the midnight bells rang. " Night is my best companion, a person who would sit and listen to your stories and show you hers without hesitance. Day light shows too much, " he said. " And hides too much." A wisp of shadow is good enough, a plain old world: constant, loyal, simple, no lies. Of course, people tend to argue about darkness signifying a no lie zone being irrational, and to that, my father has his own set of explanation, " Darkness can signifying filthy little creatures lurking in the dark, or it could be a simple blank of space with beautiful things. Speaking of which, did you know that the stars were extra bright last night?" To this point I always laugh, and so do the others. We don't know why we find it funny, but we do .  " Dad, are you born a night owl or have you trained yourself to become one?" I remembered myself asking him one night on the balcony when no stars shone. " A little bit of both...Hey! You see that shining red dot over there? Must be an airplane! Go get your brother, man, this doesn't look like a regular one, it looked like..." To me, it looked like my father, embracing and loving the shadows on a dark dark night.

My List Poem

Cardboard boxes,
paint,
pointy edges,
A hope to stay,
Paper,
A purpose weak point,
bare foot,
water,
water balloons,
wet.

Poet's Choice

Friendship
laughing, dancing,
challenges are faced,
together, bright, hesitance,
hatred, darkness, is the third wheel
Betrayal

The brightest of all,
shining warmly on the Earth,
Sun is the answer.

The running waters,
Sliding downhill with much glee,
Oh! It's path was stopped.