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In this entry, I am again going to write about Michelle Corizone and the life lessons she had taught me. She had really made a great impact on my life and taught me many valuable lessons many had never came to know. Michelle Corizone was born in August 16, in a sunny town named Morrocow. Her mentally challenged state wasn't reconized until her late childhood, when reality crushed her parent's neglects and hope. Yet it was too late for any medication to take place, and Michelle is now doomed for a difficult journey as a child forever. Many made fun of her, and some even told her parents to give up on her but they didn't. They see Michelle as a blessing from God and will always treasure as their dear little girl, no matter how bad the situaion can be. I first met Michelle in a elementry school back in the States, where she was sitting at the corner of the classroom( her parents wouldn't let her go to a special school for fear that their daughter would not be able to adapt to society. I think it is partly due to their own experience, and they understood firsthandedly that it is really rather sad to have a dream that will never come true). Anyway, that's just add to her apparence didn't do much good either. Yet after meeting with her for a few times, I realized taht she is actually the most innocent and pure child I have ever met. And that taught me a valuable lesson.

Below the Surface

If there is something that Michelle had taught me,it is to never judge a book by it's cover. There is always more to a person than they appear to be. Tanned skin, nose distraughted, and small slitty eyed Michelle Sorten often conject the image of disney witch coming to life. And when she smiled, her wrinkles would bloom like flowers in the spring( weird description, I know) and that's just say that her yellow crooked teeth wasn't a a huge help either. I would like to say that I took her into my arms and murmured words of encouragement during our first encounterence, but that would be lying. To tell you the truth, I was disgraced and genuinely disgusted. It was as if the a dark peice of cloud had covered the sun( Exageration, ha. Obviously, I couldn't have been that shallow.) and I did, though shameful to admit, made many attemps to neglect her embrace. Yet she made it kind of impossible, as she followed me around to everywhere. I was annoyed at first, but didn't want to make a huge scene of it in front of the whole class. And as time pasts, I realized that Michelle is the single most docile person there ever has been on Earth. This proves that there is more to a person than their surface. I suppose.

Quiz or Circle

Personally, I prefer neither. Hand written quizzes for one, is plainly an obsolete that dates all the way back from the begining of the year. In other words, written quizes are what we students called " out of date" since last September. As in for the reading circle, please excuse me to say that it is a waste of time. Eight Grade students do not yet have the elements of concentration, or full responsiblity to handle a study group on their own. No one really has the leadership qualities to make the reading circle a success. So despite the roles that Mr. McCool had organized for us that are seemingly efficent, the cicle was rolling slower than the hour hand of a clock. Now before you jump to point out my bad qualitied work, keep in mind that what I had just presented can be heavily biased. And that you don't have to agree with every single thing( or anything) that I have just said. Anyway, I prefer the online quiz we first had at the behinning of the year. I mean, who wouldn't like to " sit in front of something called computer that they said will be popular in the future" as Mr. McCool puts it, and finish their homework? Sometimes doing so even makes the whole process a lot more enjoyable.

Your Game

My idea of the game is a combination of monopoly and clues. I would make a board of box and have players of 2~6. Inside a box will be a series of underlined stairs and ladders and so on, you need to draw clues and understand them in order to achieve the game which is to win. The winner might get a very special prize. The characters will obviously be Turtle, Angela...etc. The characters can team up in order to win a single objective, they can also become separate teams anytime they please. I was thinking of the design to be kind of similar to checkers, black and white. I am also thinking of putting cool paintings, and the whole board game can rotate and stuff, so that each time there will be a different thing and clues that people have to solve. And that will pretty much be it for my brain storming. Since for those who hadn't noticed, it's around eleven seventeen right now as I listened to an anonymous version of " Tic Toc" I randomly found on Youtube and decided that I like this version better, I'm really running out of all creativity. I wonder how the others are doing, but I am pretty sure that any one of them are doing a far better job that I am. Anyway, I'm totally off topic and I do apologize for that. For those who had the patience who continued reading to this sentence, I will end my journal right here. Thank you for reading.

Your Ending

Louder ! Louder! Louder! Louder! My hands flung over my chest, and felt...nothing. No! This cannot be! In ulteral desperation, I ripped open my wool coat and felt again- Nothing! Beneath my now wrinkled apparel and dry skin was the lacking heart beat. The officers stared at me with mocking horror, and their devious smiles seemed to have dug through my flesh and cutted through my bones. " Villens!" With a beastly shreik, I swung my fist and the devils rolled off their chairs and landed on their backs. And the red sea started to pile up until half of the furniture was driped with the devils' blood. And you, my dear gentlemans call ME mad? A madman would have ran away screaming, but not me. No. Instead, I refrained my mental satisfication and began to disamble the policemans lying on the floor. I can tell you one of them has hair as red as fire, another has hair as dark as night. This one has eyes of olives and this one has.-. Fear gripped my heart as I jumped back from the corpse, the corpse with the pale blue eyes. And screamed, and screamed, and screamed. " Wear off me! Why can't you wear off me!"  The night was last filled with my hedious cries.

Summary of Tell-Tale Heart.

An insane man's scandal for murder of an old man because his pale blue eye evoked the fear deep inside him, waiting to break free. But of course, he doesn't know that and what really through the readers off hook is that he saw this whole event as completely normal, and he was simply being a profound murderer who was not "insane" Anyway, I'm completely off topic ( again) so please allow me to summarize the tale of the Tell-tale heart. The story started out with a man claiming he was not insane, simply nervous. And that, he explained his motivation of murdering an old man whom he like, but feared( his pale blue eye scared him.), after a few nights of toss and turns, the crazy lunatic made up his mind to kill him, and this get rid of that eye forever. For many nights, he crept into the old man's room with such caution and dissimulation seemingly( at least according to him) impossible for an insane man to do, and observed the old man in his sleep. He also seemed entirely unaware of his own presence, so finally at the night he stroke for kill. The old man had sensed danger and was trembling in his own bed when he took his last breath. The lunatic than dissembled his body parts and buried them under the floors of his bed room chamber. The police than came for inspection, and he admitted his actions because he thought he heard the old man's hideous heart beating.

Hints and Foreshadowing

The opening paragraph had pretty much gave us a main clue of the narrator being " unrealiable". Reason? He is insane. Some details that gave hints and clues are: 1) The man claimed himself to be sane, and his actions are pure and logical. That tells the reader that something is wrong even before they got deeper into the story where the narraotr explained his motivations of murdur. 2) The narrator explaining the pale vulture eye the old man has that haunted him. " His gold I have no desire..." He had said, the old man had been kind to him and he had no desire for his wealth. THe plain motivation wasn't out of hatred, love, avarice...etc, it was out of plain fear over an eye. 3) The process it took the main character to strike was abnormally long. He literally took an hour to open the old man's door, something that could have been done in minutes. No! Seconds. Or in a second. Whatever. And than he would look at the sleeping old man and smiled thinking that everything will be to his satisfaction. 4) This reasoning is obvious- The narrator killed the old man. No one in their right mind would do that. That is incredibly insane and stupid and unreasonable. WHich pretty much explain that he is a "mad" man instead of the other way around.