Since I am in Mrs. Morrison's Theatre Arts and creative writing class, I've seen a lot of spider spirit this week. I must say there certainly was a bit more spirit in Theatre Arts, but I suppose that would be expected of thespians and theatre lovers. There were, however, a few people that stood out in Creative Writing.
Our Spider King, in my opinion, should be Giacinto. He comes in everyday with a smile on his face and sings the spider week song with enthusiasm like no other. And his baby spider house was so creative, especially the sunglasses lenses for mirrors. He was nominated in our Theatre Arts class but sadly only received Spider Prince. Giacinto is definitely deserving of Spider King. I hear him humming the spider week song right now.
I would like to win Spider Queen because I worked very hard on my baby spider house last night. I put a lot of detail into the furniture and it took me a very long time to finish. I think it's very creative. I also make sure to sing the spider week song everyday. :)
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Face Description (Giacinto)
Joe Shmoe has a thin face with sharp masculine features. He has a large, wide nose lightly sprinkles with freckcles. He has thin, pink lips with just a slight mustache on his upper lip. His round chin has a touch of facial hair as well. His smooth cheeks are slightly flushed and he has thin sideburns next to his somewhat thick ears. He has small eyes that are light brown with a hint of green. His eyebrows are very thin and fuzzy and pale brown. He has a small forehead that lies right below his straight cut hairline. His short, thick hair looks pale brown under the lights, but dark brown in less lighting. Overall he has a unique yet attractive face.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Road Rage At It's Best
I would like to share an experience I had a few nights ago that made me come to a conclusion.
I pulled out of the movie theatre parking lot and I was in the far right lane. I realized that I had to get over into the left lane or I would be forced to U turn. I then checked my rear and side view mirror and turned to check my blind spot. As I put on my left blinker and began to change lanes, I was approaching a red light. Just as I was braking for the light I heard a car honk it's horn. I looked quickly to my left and realized I was driving right into a car that was in the lane next to me. I don't know where it came from, because I had checked all of my mirrors and blind spots, but it was too late for me to swerve back into the right lane because I would have hit another car. Thankfully, the car I was accidentally pushing out of the lane had gotten out of the way and I was safely in the left lane. Both cars and drivers were fine. However, as I sat at the light, the car pulled up next to me and the man in the passenger seat rolled down his window and began to yell very rude things to me. I looked over to see that the driver of the car was a woman in her 50's and the man yelling was also in his 50's. I simply looked away and ignored him. The light turned green and I sped away.
This experience made me realize something. The man was yelling things at me that I hear students at TRS yelling everyday in anger. This man was in his 50's, so wouldn't one expect him to know better than to use that kind of language with others? And to be able to control his temper and realize what I had done was a mistake? Apparently not. This experience made me realize that high school never ends. There will always be drama. There will always be those people in the world. We all say, "I can't wait to get away from the drama," but we never really do. Even when we're 50 years old, we will still have a little high school left in us.
I pulled out of the movie theatre parking lot and I was in the far right lane. I realized that I had to get over into the left lane or I would be forced to U turn. I then checked my rear and side view mirror and turned to check my blind spot. As I put on my left blinker and began to change lanes, I was approaching a red light. Just as I was braking for the light I heard a car honk it's horn. I looked quickly to my left and realized I was driving right into a car that was in the lane next to me. I don't know where it came from, because I had checked all of my mirrors and blind spots, but it was too late for me to swerve back into the right lane because I would have hit another car. Thankfully, the car I was accidentally pushing out of the lane had gotten out of the way and I was safely in the left lane. Both cars and drivers were fine. However, as I sat at the light, the car pulled up next to me and the man in the passenger seat rolled down his window and began to yell very rude things to me. I looked over to see that the driver of the car was a woman in her 50's and the man yelling was also in his 50's. I simply looked away and ignored him. The light turned green and I sped away.
This experience made me realize something. The man was yelling things at me that I hear students at TRS yelling everyday in anger. This man was in his 50's, so wouldn't one expect him to know better than to use that kind of language with others? And to be able to control his temper and realize what I had done was a mistake? Apparently not. This experience made me realize that high school never ends. There will always be drama. There will always be those people in the world. We all say, "I can't wait to get away from the drama," but we never really do. Even when we're 50 years old, we will still have a little high school left in us.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Creative Word Vomit
(This was my journal entry today in class. I had a sudden burst of creativity. This just started pouring on to the paper like creative word vomit. I have absolutely NO IDEA where this story was going, but this seemed like a good idea at the time.)
He stood alone in the hallway. Silence pierced the air. He stared at the open locker to his left. An overwhelming sense of loneliness filled him. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but no sound could be heard. He shuffled slowly to his right and pressed his back against the lockers, sliding to the floor. His eyes were fixed on that open locker across from him as his mind raced with panic. The look on his face was of confusion. His true emotions could not be seen.
He stood alone in the hallway. Silence pierced the air. He stared at the open locker to his left. An overwhelming sense of loneliness filled him. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but no sound could be heard. He shuffled slowly to his right and pressed his back against the lockers, sliding to the floor. His eyes were fixed on that open locker across from him as his mind raced with panic. The look on his face was of confusion. His true emotions could not be seen.
Narrative Essay
(This is a true story that happened when I was about 6 or 7 years old.)
Frozen with fear, I laid motionless and unable to breath. It felt as though the breath was being choked out of me. My eyes were fixed on the ceiling as I desperately gasped for air. It had happened so suddenly that I wasn't sure how seriously I was hurt. All I could focus on was catching my breath, and the pain shooting through my entire body.
The day had been great up until the accident. We had spent all morning playing in the yard under the warm sun, and all afternoon watching movies on the couch. My best friend and I were very energetic that night as we brushed our teeth and prepared for our sleepover. My mom had laid out a mattress on the floor next to my bed for my friend to sleep on, but her and I were far from ready for bed.
Laughing and yelling we began to jump on the bed. We jumped from my bed, to the mattress on the floor and back. We were having a blast!
"Watch how high I can jump!" I yelled, springing off the mattress.
"I bet I can jump higher!" my friend replied, leaping from the bed to the mattress. We both climbed onto the bed and continued to bounce.
"I bet I could do a flip," she said. With a hard strong thrust upwards, she flipped her body forward and landed on her back. Laughing loudly, she stood back up.
"That was so awesome!" I yelled in excitement, "Let me try!" I did the same and landed on my back on the bed with a thump! I stood up and chuckled. We continued to take turns flipping. It was so much fun, until I made a huge mistake.
I sprung high into the air and began to flip forward, but when I got halfway and was completely upside down I looked down and did not see the bed, but the hard wood floor. In a panic I attempted to abort my flip, but it was too late. With a loud crash I hit the ground, landing directly on my head and snapping my neck forward into a terribly painful position. I could not move. I could not breathe. I looked up and saw my friend leaning over me.
"Get my mo-" I croaked, unable to speak a completely sentence. I was trying to tell her to run and tell my mom what had happened. I laid there for what felt like forever, choking with no air in my lungs. My mom bursted into the room:
"What was that crash? What happened?" she exclaimed. She ran over and inspected me to see if I was seriously hurt, then grabbed the phone to call an ambulance.
I finally caught my breath, but I was afraid to move, I might have broken my neck. The ambulance arrived and took me out of the house on a stretcher. At the hospital I had x-rays done on my neck and back. Thankfully, nothing was broken. I was okay.
Relieved, we left the hospital. I will never forget that day, and neither will my friend. And one thing's for sure, I will never jump on a bed again.
Frozen with fear, I laid motionless and unable to breath. It felt as though the breath was being choked out of me. My eyes were fixed on the ceiling as I desperately gasped for air. It had happened so suddenly that I wasn't sure how seriously I was hurt. All I could focus on was catching my breath, and the pain shooting through my entire body.
The day had been great up until the accident. We had spent all morning playing in the yard under the warm sun, and all afternoon watching movies on the couch. My best friend and I were very energetic that night as we brushed our teeth and prepared for our sleepover. My mom had laid out a mattress on the floor next to my bed for my friend to sleep on, but her and I were far from ready for bed.
Laughing and yelling we began to jump on the bed. We jumped from my bed, to the mattress on the floor and back. We were having a blast!
"Watch how high I can jump!" I yelled, springing off the mattress.
"I bet I can jump higher!" my friend replied, leaping from the bed to the mattress. We both climbed onto the bed and continued to bounce.
"I bet I could do a flip," she said. With a hard strong thrust upwards, she flipped her body forward and landed on her back. Laughing loudly, she stood back up.
"That was so awesome!" I yelled in excitement, "Let me try!" I did the same and landed on my back on the bed with a thump! I stood up and chuckled. We continued to take turns flipping. It was so much fun, until I made a huge mistake.
I sprung high into the air and began to flip forward, but when I got halfway and was completely upside down I looked down and did not see the bed, but the hard wood floor. In a panic I attempted to abort my flip, but it was too late. With a loud crash I hit the ground, landing directly on my head and snapping my neck forward into a terribly painful position. I could not move. I could not breathe. I looked up and saw my friend leaning over me.
"Get my mo-" I croaked, unable to speak a completely sentence. I was trying to tell her to run and tell my mom what had happened. I laid there for what felt like forever, choking with no air in my lungs. My mom bursted into the room:
"What was that crash? What happened?" she exclaimed. She ran over and inspected me to see if I was seriously hurt, then grabbed the phone to call an ambulance.
I finally caught my breath, but I was afraid to move, I might have broken my neck. The ambulance arrived and took me out of the house on a stretcher. At the hospital I had x-rays done on my neck and back. Thankfully, nothing was broken. I was okay.
Relieved, we left the hospital. I will never forget that day, and neither will my friend. And one thing's for sure, I will never jump on a bed again.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
If I were to write a book...
If I were asked to write a book, I don't think I would be too eager to accept the task. I don't consider myself very poetic or creative. My brain just doesn't seem to think that way. However, if it was absolutely necessary, I would most likely write a book quite similar to the broadway production of Cats. There wouldn't be much of a plot, just introductions of several different characters. The setting would be right here at TRS. I would quite literally write about different students that stand out to me. I would describe them and write about experiences I've had with them. Okay, probably not exactly the most interesting book, but it would certainly show a different side of high school in my opinion.
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