Well lets see. Today is a free day to write about whatever and what is on my mind right now is how I am going to function when I am at college. I can't wait to be off to college. My parents drive me crazy in a way. They constantly tell me to keep my room clean and other little things like that. I mean my room isn't completely sparkling clean but its definitely not extremely messy. Come on, I should be able to have it a little disoriented; I am a teenager and all. I know my parents don't expect me to be perfect and all but give me a break. I am at the beginning of my life as an individual. I am a caterpillar emerging from the cocoon for the first time to become a butterfly. I can't fly right away; I have to let my wings spread out and bathe in the sun before finally taking off. Children need to experience and learn things themselves to fully grasp concepts instead of the parents just telling them. Well this is at least true for me. One time when I was watching my mom cook, we had a coil stove that was hot. My mom told me not touch the stove while she went to do something because it was hot. Being me I didn't listen to her and, yeah that's right, stuck my finger on the stove. I was in a bit of pain after and started crying but it's a experience that I needed to have. I guess the thing that I'm trying to say is that in college if I don't know how to do something, I'll figure it out in one way or the other.
From my writing you may think that I don't get along with my parents at all. That is not the case, we actually get along rather well but there are just certain things that we completely disagree on. Since I am running out of time I have to finish this post later which means sometime in the next couple days. Until then this is all you get. Hope it was interesting.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Poetry Critic
Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
2. I selected this poem because it was a memoriable ones that had read in elementary school. In my free time I used to go through poem books by Shel Silverstein because they were always fun and interesting.
3. The title is very fitting and logical of its use. It is used in the first and last lines of the poem and is described throughout. Basically it is what the whole poem is about.
4. The three lines before the last of each stanza rhyme which creates a sort of ease of reading the poem. It adds a sort of rythm to it and allows the reader to partially forsee ending sound of the line. The poem also using a great deal of imagery. In the first stanza he describes where the sidewalk ends very vividly by portraying the grass, the sun and a bird in the area. This allows the reader to better imagine the place that he is describing.
5. The tone of it is sort of forebodding. It seems to be telling the reader that it is not a desirable place to be and to not try to seek it out. Also it sort of seems like it isn't really a place that you are able to go to and is a fictional place that people always wonder if it exists. No one ever really sees the end of a sidewalk or thinks anything about seeing the end of a sidewalk. Its just a mistery that is interesting to think about.
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
2. I selected this poem because it was a memoriable ones that had read in elementary school. In my free time I used to go through poem books by Shel Silverstein because they were always fun and interesting.
3. The title is very fitting and logical of its use. It is used in the first and last lines of the poem and is described throughout. Basically it is what the whole poem is about.
4. The three lines before the last of each stanza rhyme which creates a sort of ease of reading the poem. It adds a sort of rythm to it and allows the reader to partially forsee ending sound of the line. The poem also using a great deal of imagery. In the first stanza he describes where the sidewalk ends very vividly by portraying the grass, the sun and a bird in the area. This allows the reader to better imagine the place that he is describing.
5. The tone of it is sort of forebodding. It seems to be telling the reader that it is not a desirable place to be and to not try to seek it out. Also it sort of seems like it isn't really a place that you are able to go to and is a fictional place that people always wonder if it exists. No one ever really sees the end of a sidewalk or thinks anything about seeing the end of a sidewalk. Its just a mistery that is interesting to think about.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Writing Territories
I generally read science fiction and fantasy novels. I have read the Dune series, Redwall series, part of the Dragonlance series and many more. These type of books have always been the type I read for enjoyment. Of course I have read other types mainly just the ones assigned for school. As for writing myself, I don't do a whole lot of it. I guess I don't write that much because it takes me a while to get it down on paper the way I like it. Usually my writing would be in the form of short stories but I have written some poetry. I do not write too frequently only a couple times a month or when I feel like it. Just like what I read, I enjoy writing about fiction. This is because I am a little more science and math oriented in my life and tend to think about that it a little more.
I have always loved to go exploring and as a child I did a great deal of it. Once when I was with a couple a friends, we decided to explore the Nine-Mile Creek. It was the winter so the creek was frozen over and we were walking on it. The ice seemed pretty solid so we didn't see any harm in doing so. We were having a great time walking on the creek and chatting until we came to where the creek intersects Highway-62. At the intersection the creek goes under the highway through a small tunnel. Being kids and thus not being the brightest we decided to try and crawl on the ice through the tunnel. When we were about 15 ft in or so we heard the ice start cracking. In a panic we turned around and hightailed it out. The whole while hearing the ice cracking and crunching. We made it out safely but when we were deciding what to do next, my foot went through the ice and into the frigid water. My foot and part of my leg got completely soaked with the freezing water even though I had boots on. I managed to get my foot out pretty easily and we started back for my house going as quickly as we could. With my foot freezing, I was worried that I might get frostbite. Eventually we reached a warming house at a park where we went into the bathrooms to warm up. After drying out my foot and warming it up I was glad to find out that there seemed to be no harm done to it. From there we walked the last couple minutes back to my house where the rest of the day wore away and my friends departed for their homes. To this day I still enjoy these kinds of adventures but I am now more cautious when walking on ice and check it more thoroughly before putting my weight on it.
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