
Sunday, January 2, 2011
something interesting
The main idea we talked about in our discuccion of the poem "Lobsters" was what the poem ment to us but seeing as everyone is different so we all got different answeres my ideas weren't changed
Saturday, January 1, 2011
low diction
This week i took a french test and got a 98% when i told my parents they we're happy but my dad said i could have done better he was only jokin' of course. my mom's still mad that i didn't take spanish. After seeing how much her and my broski faught i'd say i chose the right option. Although french is kinda hard. I have a clarinet lesson tomorrow and i'm not very excited about it.
right now i'm sittin' in front of the compy typin' away about what i did last week and what im doin' now i feel bad for whoever has to read this next 'cause this is super borin' like i'm about to fall asleep this is so borin' what if they had to read like fiftybigillion of these that would be the worst.
right now i'm sittin' in front of the compy typin' away about what i did last week and what im doin' now i feel bad for whoever has to read this next 'cause this is super borin' like i'm about to fall asleep this is so borin' what if they had to read like fiftybigillion of these that would be the worst.
extending the theme
The book "To Kill A Mockingbird" by, Harper Lee didn't really speak to me. Except for the part about Boo Radley and how he goes from being the creepy witch that lives at the end of your street to the nice old lady that helped you when you fell off your bike. One other way this book "spoke" to me is when Tom Robinson is wrongfully accused and really the only way this related to me is that it made me remember the many fun times i would get my brother into trouble for "punching" me when really it was just me yelling for my mom so i could watch T.V.
My Boo Radley
When i think about my childhood "Boo Radley" the biggest thing that comes to mind is the garage. I would relate this place too the mysterious Boo Radley of Harper Lee's because from about the ages of three to five the garage has always scared the bejesus out of me. There were no real reasons to hate the dark cold and overall creepy dungeon that is my garage. Could it have been the noises that the monsters made when you weren't looking or the fact that i was three and my imagination got the best of me? (my money's on the monsters.)
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