Insanity Past All Limits: The Tell-Tale Heart

Author's Note: Okay, I wrote this in the point that whoever is reading this has already previously read the story.Also, I'm kind of writing in a slight style that is similar to the story's style.

Insanity Past All Limits: The Tell-Tale Heart

Fariha M

Spying, stalking, and finally murdering. What gives you the thought that this narrator is sane? "The Tell- Tale Heart" is not about a murder, but about the loss of sanity. To prove sanity does one have the must to lie, to kill, and to beg? In this case, all of that is proven true. Though we see from different points of view, do we see the truth? The truth behind the lies, the truth behind the screams, and the truth of the insanity? Yes, yes we do. The truth- it's a foul stench coming from a corpse decapitated and hidden under a flooring of wood: the narrator, in "The Tell-Tale Heart" is insane.

Sentence after sentence, the narrator attempts to prove his sanity but ends in doing the opposite.

In the very first few sentences he states to the reader that he is sane. That is exactly why we suspect his insanity. He starts to defend himself while there isn't even a question in play. We never had questioned him, yet he tries to make us agree with his sanity and release him from his personal hell. He is anticipating our judgments, knowing what he has done are the actions of a madman. Knowing himself that he is mad, he persists to make us agree with his sanity as well as fool himself to agree with his own lies.

Forget that, ignore his persistence of an unneeded answer, and notice his tone. His tone, his desperate begging, and his pleas: notice them. Every stupid action that he has done may have a logical explanation. But, what was he doing during those actions? What was he thinking? Had he gone mad at a moment of time and soon recovered after all was said and done- after he admits to the deed? He begs us to see what he sees. When he describes what he has done and notices that only a fool or one who has gone mad would do this, he suddenly finds a reason to make this insane action sane and explainable. His tone also becomes another sign of his madness.

Are these reasons agreeable to? If you really still disagree, then think about why the narrator murders the man. Just for spying it takes him an hour to bring his head through the door, and an hour to retreat it. I must say, a man that is capable to have this carefulness he can't be mad. But look at the facts. If a man really was sane he wouldn't have to spend an hour to look through a door to spy on an eye. Yes an eye; the narrator had no problems with the man. A matter of fact- he states that, "Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye!" This shows that this narrator was mad enough to kill a man for his blind eye. You see, it must have been cataracts that had caused a pale blue film to grow over the pupil of this man's eye. But does that mean that this eye is evil?! Does that mean that a man should be killed for his disability?! No it doesn't! So, there you have it, another reason a pure source of insanity is visible through this narrators actions. Not only are the reasons this man is murdered insane- the way he was murdered is also just as horrifying!

To kill a man for something he can't help- is pure evil. The only excuse for this would be insanity. Insanity, it's such a large point in this story. And it definitely showed through actions. To spy on a man, an hour is consumed to bring ones head through the door. Another hour is taken when a head retreats out of that door. Not only that, this is done for seven nights straight only at midnight. Such timing is being played; the wariness of the narrator leads to madness because of how long being wary is taken to. The character is shown of being a slight bit tipsy. Something that is just short of proper or perfect could have driven this character madder than he already is. If a minute or even if a second had been off, this narrator could have and most likely would have broken into spasms. There are absolutely no facts that can prove this man sane in any way possible. Even if you look into his past, there are no signs that could lead up to sanity.

His past is actually mentioned a few times in the story. Right at the start it is mentioned that he had a disease. It was a disease that had sharpened his senses. He could hear much more than an average human. He personally states that "I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell." A sane person is unable to do this. Even if a person’s hearing is acute- there is no chance that a man has the powers to hear what cannot be heard. Along with his hearing, his sense of smell, touch and taste were improved. Also, his sight was much better than before. He should have been able to see clearer than before. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to see clear enough that he could see through his own miserable lies.

That is what all his excuses are. Just plain lies. WE can see through them, but he is unable to. If studied closer, you can find other details that will itch you at the back of your head. And it is not until we see that all of his words are lies, can we realize that this man really is insane. There is no right for a man to commit these actions in a state of working senses; this is what can officially conclude that this man really is insane. There is nothing that can change this fact that has been repeated so many times and has been carved into stone. "Some things are brought into light. Some things are dragged into light. And some things are always in the light, but never are seen" Unknown

Changed Story Ending

Authors Note: I had the story of Cinderella. The change in the story was that when Cinderella arrives at the ball, the chandelier falls on the prince. So, here is my odd yet interesting ending.

Glass shattered and flew in all directions. Cinderella ducked just as shards shot at her. Blood spilled over the floor, coating it in a dreadful substance.

The spilled blood seeped through the tile lining in the floor. Cinderella looked down at it in despair. Sorrow filled her heart as tears filled her eyes. Grief and woe emanated from her very body and soul. Looking up she saw all showing the signs of her thoughts on every other face. As she was looking around she saw a dashingly handsome young man.

Bright blue were his eyes, soft blonde was his hair, tall and studious was he. Cinderella melted at the sight of him. Soon everyone was looking at the handsome young man. Giggles and gossip sprouted from all the young ladies in hopes of falling in love and being swept off their feet that night at the ball. Suddenly, something changed inside of Cinderella. A slight anger boiled up inside of her. She was just about to yell at everyone's foolishness for forgetting about the prince's death when the blood across the floor began to boil. It sprayed in all directions. And from the symbol of death, came the truth: a dragon.

The blood gathered together and the body of the prince disappeared. In its place was left a dragon. Almost all tall as the distance of the ground to ceiling and as strong as 100 elephants. The scales of the dragon were a color of shining and reflecting dark purple. Along its back were scales of pure ashen blackness. The fringes circling its neck were a neon green flame necklace of misery and shock. The dragon circled the room boring its eyes into the bodies of the frozen stiff people. It stopped in front of Cinderella and cocked its head slightly to the left. Step by step it grew towards the fair maiden, approaching her with her doom.

"Nay!" screamed the handsome man. He ran up to Cinderella and unsheathed his sword. "Doom shall not come to my fair maiden but to this horrid beast!" declared the prince with a slight British accent. And with a graceful yet powerful throw, aiming at the throat of the dragon, he tossed his sword. "SLASH!" The head of the dragon fell off just a few yards away from the feet of the brave man. Success!

How grateful could Cinderella be?! She threw her arms around the neck of the man as the entire crowd in the ballroom started with great interest. Overflowing with joy, Cinderella planted a sweet kiss on his cheek.

"My fair maiden, who's honor do I have?" asked the man.

"Cinderella," replied Cinderella.

You are as beautiful as your name!" exclaimed the prince, "My name is Sir Richard the IIII."

"Thank You for saving me Richard."

"No need for thanks, but please allow me to ask your hand in marriage, Cinderella."

Everyone in the crowd gasped. The fair maiden shyly smiled showing no signs of saying no. And from her lips came a simple "Yes." Everybody smiled, but eagerly waited for more.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" cried Richard.

 "The pleasure is all mine," replied Cinderella with a flirty smile.

"Of course, of course!" happily laughed Richard.

"Yeaaaaa…… but there are like a few guidelines, for after we get married."

"And may I inquire what would those be?"

"Well first of all I DON'T COOK OR CLEAN! I am sooooo tired from slaving away all the time."

"Ooookkaaayyyy?"

"And after we're married, don't expect me to be so committed. I go through guys like how I go through clothes!"

"Then what's the point of getting married??!!!!"

"Obviously so I can escape this stupid slavery job for my steps"

"What slavery job?"

"DING-DONG! DING-DONG!" the clock struck 12 o'clock and Cinderella's dress became rags once more.

"Ohhhh, that slavery job!" Richard stupidly stated.

"Yes, this slavery job moron!" retorted Cinderella.

"Fine, whatever we can get married, but then I won't have to be so committed either right?

"Sure, whatever, I don't really care. I just need you to get me out of this position."

"Okay then."

Then the queen randomly shouted across the ballroom, "Cinderella, dear, why don't you change into this quickly. They seem to match your glass slippers quite well."

"Awwww, thanks!" replied Cinderella happily as she swiftly walked over to the queen. The queen handed over her new dress. Cinderella changed behind the throne away from staring eyes. She emerged wearing an elegant gown, just as graceful as her previous gown. She gave a twirl for all who were watching her and swiftly walked back over to Richard.

"Love ya honey! Bye now!" baby-talked Cinderella.

"Bye," replied Richard.

"Hey hottie!" she called over to another man with a flirty wave. She skipped over to the man that was confusingly staring at her.

"And there she goes," muttered Richard, "Well no reason for me not to be happy! Hey beautiful!" he called over to a pretty brunette.

And from that moment on began a very interesting relationship. But also started a very odd and twisted version of "HAPPILY EVER AFTER!"



Hooks- The Intro for An Essay

Author'sNote: The picture at the bottom shows light behind darkess. That's like life behind death. Neat!

Death. Such a simple word with such a complex meaning. It brings pain, brings hate, brings worries and stress. However, is there another direction it has. Is there hope, life, and greatness shrouded behind and beyond the grief of death? I suppose there has to be. Every death begins a new life, a new challenge, a new start. Life and death may be similar in so many unknown ways. While we fools moan our reactions of losing one we love, we never see what good may come. For some, there may be a better life and for other, they will realize that death can bring a happy change.

Hooks- The Intro for A Story

Darkness cloaked the chilly and barren streets of London. It indeed was a haunting and moonless night. Distant howls echoed off the walls and buildings, frightening any souls who dared to venture out. Judith Marce, from the distant Arabian peninsula, tread the black and dark streets alone on that cold and misty night. She had come to London to start a new life and find success in her endeavors. Tonight, she planned to celebrate her success in finding a new job - as an official Subway employee. Nothing could disappoint her, nothing could destroy her glory, nothing could take away her new life: not even the sinister and mystifying nights or even the haunting tales of death.

The Pressure of Confidence

All of us, who have ever been put under pressure for an important job or situation know the urge and need for success. “Casey at the Bat” is about Casey, a baseball player for Mudville, who is put a test to prove his skill. It is also about confidence, attitude, reactions under pressure, and determination. These are the five main characteristics that all people who are continually depended upon must have, especially when one is put under pressure of hundreds of people who are watching and criticizing intently.

When the crowd cheers for Casey as he is called up to bat, this strongly resembles the intensity that Casey is feeling. He could have been worried as well as confident with every step towards the dusted plate that so many more stars and players had run. Yet with the choice of turning back, Casey still steps up to plate with confidence flowing through him, with his heart full of determination. This shows that Casey’s commitment to his play because it symbolizes his trust of himself and his trust of his skill. Casey was confident enough to take a chance to try proving his skill to all viewers. Although in the end, Casey comes out in failure, and with his head down in shame he trudges off the field.

With disappointment and a sense of his fans losing the excitement maybe Casey had hopes in his heart and a goal to succeed soon. This was a great part of the story. It almost surprised me that Casey struck out. I had supposed that this part of the story would be similar to “Comeback Kids: Safe at Home” by Mike Lupica. I supposed that Casey would hit a homer and all would work out as soon as Casey proved himself worthy of the attention he had been getting, and all would have "Lived Happily Ever After." However if that had happened it would have been disappointing, because there wouldn't really be a turning point and a climax that would hold ones interest. Something that could have caused a strike-out could have been his reaction two his first two calls; he had tensed and became frustrated. Maybe if he had kept his cool there could have been victory and cheers on that field that day for Mudville. Nonetheless, Casey did strike out and in an odd way proved that he had confidence, determination, and skill. It was a twist to the happy story, that’s why I liked this part of the story.

Another of my favorite parts of this story was when the author, Ernest Thayer, described how Casey had felt about his game. This represented that he had a passion and skill for his game. Since, he was so skilled, him being put under the spot- light for bringing all home, made him work harder to achieve what all his fans and team-mates expected from him. Another thing that made him confident, in my opinion, was his previous experience and his fans. The first time anyone could have thought Mudville had a chance was when Casey stepped up to bat. This put a slight turn to the story. Had not all the players had been called out previously, maybe there wouldn't be so much pressure, maybe Casey wouldn't have tensed, maybe he wouldn't have struck out, and all would have "Lived Happily Ever After." But, nonetheless, Casey's attitude did falter and Casey lost all his praise of the moment. Something different always takes me by surprise, that’s why I also liked this part of the story.

Even though, confidence and skill were the main points I liked throughout the whole story, I still enjoyed most of it. I especially liked that Thayer thoroughly presents all symbols of Casey's performance. But, the things I disliked were that Thayer took too long to get the message over. When you check the length of the introduction of characters, you may notice that over half the short story/ poem was just naming characters. Even though this was the rising action, had there been less of the naming of characters, the story may have been a bit more exciting. Had I wrote this story I may have reduced some of the introductions of characters. Also, the ending of the story, was a little confusing. This would confuse any reader and may even turn the reader away from Thayer’s publications. I know it did to me for a moment.

To me this story proved skill, confidence, attitude, reactions under pressure, and determination are things I should have for a task with great importance that I have been trusted with. Its how the old saying goes: “Desire is the key to motivation, but its determination and commitment that lets you reach your unrelenting pursuit of your goal - a commitment to excellence - that will enable you to attain the success you seek.” (Unknown)



Is This It?

Author's Note: It doesn't really fit any one format but it's valid, so read it! :D Have a Nice Summer!!!

Is this it?

Can it be the end?

Is sorrow to replace all of me?

Are my eyes dim since once the were lit?

Are the glories over, that were there then?

But most important will I see you again?

As a take a look back,

Back to the very start,

I wonder has something changed just because I played a part?

A change is coming that will put a end

Since everything is dwindling to a stop,

I hope that you know that I am not lost.

And I hope you remember me,

Let me continue to live, among the voices of you.

Just remember for always you will be my friends.

Flame Up The New Kid- Chapter 3: Far From Fab French

I had something called a block schedule. It's some really weird class schedule that's proven to help kids get better grades in each class. That day, when I met Mr. Moron, I happened to have French. And surprise, surprise Flame managed to be in the same class. Luckily, I had a seat with my friends around me, so I managed not to have him land a seat next to me. He was a total outa-wack….. thing! But, unfortunately, he managed to sit by Daisy, a.k.a. Daisy. I could tell Dizzy wasn't to happy bout Flame arriving either. She was the best French student ever, but that's cause she was an exchange student from France. Isn't that like totally awesome?! Ok, back to the point. Flame was just as good as her, I learned that Flame's dad was French! Cool, right?! But, not like I was gonna admit that then.

Dizzy being one of my friends was involved in the secret code our little group had. She continuously signaled "S.O.S," "Moron," and "Avoid at all costs."  Ha, ha! Anyway, I was positive Bri wasn't thinking like the rest of us. She was sitting right next to me. Bri, obviously, was completely crushing on him. Eeeeeewwww!!!! What a traitor… correction "desperate traitor." What girl could be so mental to fall for a guy she's only seen for 10 minuets, who all her friends hate, is a moron, and is, well, is Flame! I wouldn't do that, at least I don't think so……. not the point! Actually, I'm getting real off topic… soooo back to the point.

French was ridiculous, every question that Madame Maxine asked was swiftly answered by Flame. Easy to see who was teacher's pet now, poor Dizzy. I could tell Dizzy and Flame would never get along, but by the slight chance if they did, I was sure it would be because of me. After a crazy questionnaire session, we had five worksheets to complete, with like a million  problems on each page. And I'm not joking, not even a slight exaggeration is taking place right now…….. Ok maybe a slight exaggeration….. Oh fine, I said it there were only three to six problems on each page. But, hey, it seemed like forever with Flame continuously rushing up to Madame Maxine's desk to get the next worksheet or get some extra credit sheets. All I could do was stare and think "What a LOSER!," "What a GEEK!," and What an OVERACHIVING STUPID SHOWOFF!" And no, I wasn't jealous.

I could tell I had been wrong. This day could definitely get worse. Still, I had hopes. It was now time for recess and lunch. Even though everything had gone wrong so far, I probably wouldn't have to sit by, eat by, or talk with Flame for the rest of the day. You see, I had A lunch and B recess. While Flame had B lunch and A recess. While I was eating, he would be being stupid, running around like crazy, and what not outside, out of my view. Lucky me! After that stuff, I'd have GAT Language Arts. Flame wasn't smart enough to get any Gifted and Talented course. HAHAHA! And then GAT Algebra. I also had a GAT math course. Flame wasn't in this either. Unfortunately, I'd have to see him at Study Hall. Whatever, an hour wouldn't kill me. I was fairly surprised by the end of class, I was actually looking forward to the rest of this day.

Flame Up The New Kid- Chapter 2: Lousy Lab

As soon as I stepped of the bus, I sprinted to the bathrooms. And, well, I ended up losing my breakfast. I dug through my bag, hoping to find breath- mints. I heard the bell ring. Lovely, now I had less than five minuets to change and get to chemistry. Rushing upstairs to my locker, still having a taste of bile, I managed to run into the student counselor, changed, looking like a full idiot with my lab coat, goggles, and other things, escorting Flame around the school. She stopped me and smiling said, "Well, look here Fang, you're no longer the new girl anymore. Meet Flame, he's in all of your classes except JRG Phy. Ed. (JRG= Jr. Girls). Obviously, he has JRB instead. Oh, Fang would you mind showing him his classes from now on. I've showed him the school, and you're probably the only one who knows how he feels." I almost died right then, I couldn’t believe she just asked me to be his "servant" until he knew everything he should about JR Gerrits. I worried, how on earth did he manage to land in all the same classes as me? Hating myself for this, a forced a smile and replied, "Sure, I'd be glad to, we'll get along just fine, now won't we Flame?," I said looking his way. I smiled to myself, I knew I'd be just the person to make this place make him feel like home here, wouldn't I? I gave him a sly smile and told him, "I better show you to chemistry, you might wanna hurry up, or you'll make us both late. Come on!" I could see the counselor smiling as she wrote out a pass for me and Flame. I took the pass, grabbed Flame's wrist excusing myself, took off towards class.

I could hear him whining about me grabbing his wrist to hard. Getting tiered of his voice, I abruptly stopped, pulled him close to my face, frowning, grumbled, "I'm supposed to tell you the rules around here and you're supposed to follow them! Rule number one! Never. Ever. Complain! Especially not when you're new around here! Got it, good, let's go! Hurry up, we've got like a minuet before the bell!"

In a few seconds I yanked him into the lab and introduced him to Ms. Healey, the teacher. During the introductions I smiled, but this time it was genuine, I was relieved about getting him off my back. I then had to get him supplies after turning in the pass. As soon he was ready for class, I ditched him and made my way to my seat. But then I frowned and put head in my hands, elbows propped onto the work table as soon as I heard he was to sit right next to me, in the only empty seat in the whole lab. Great! Now I was positive this day couldn't get any worse!

You know what's funny, whenever you think that nothing could get worse it always manages to do so. Like when you're stranded off in the middle of sea without any food or shelter with only a raft and paddle for protection, and you think nothing could get worse, but then, you hear thunder and see a flash of lightning and then rain starts pouring down hard onto your head. But, I wasn't thinking like that right then. I supposed that since things going wrong so far couldn't get worse, I thought I saw a sliver of sunshine coming out from behind the clouds. But, unfortunately, I was wrong. I had now started, without me knowing, a voyage that I'd never forget. One I'd never forget, not even after my death.

Flame Up The New Kid: Chapter 1- Bad Luck Bus Ride

I was just standing there waiting the bus. My face basking in the glow of the sun. I light breeze moved my hair. Then I saw someone walking towards me. It was a boy, around my age, maybe about 13 or 14. He asked, "Hey, is this the bus stop?" I guessed he was the new boy everyone had been talking about. Average height, brown hair, brown eyes, fairly pale, totally average.

I smiled and nodded, "Yea, 'sup what's your name?" He shifted his weight to his other foot and said, "My name is the name I hate the most, just call me Flame."

I made a goofy grin, some one had turned up with an exotic nickname as my own, "OK, Flame, how old are you?"

"Thirteen," he replied. Ha! I was right.

I took my hand out of my pocket, pointed down the street and alerted him, "You may want to step back, the bus is coming, it always manages to splatter mud."

Flame stepped back. When the bus came to a stop, after splattering dirt and mud in all directions, the doors opened to a stinky turkey and cheese stench. I saw him wrinkle his nose. "You first," I said trying to get the lasts gasps of fresh air. Shrugging, he stomped right in. On the second step he froze, turned, and frowned. I grinned in reply.

"Hey, not to be mean but every newbie has to face it one way or another." Rolling his eyes he went up and then into the isle. I went in after him. It was terribly warm inside, feel like I was going to be sick, I shoved Flame into the seat he was passing and rushed to the back rows. I peeked over at Flame. He looked fine and undisturbed even though I was losing control. I was the most self structured person in the world and I was sweating it this time. He grinned, and looking like a complete joke said "Hey, everyone has to face it one way or another."

I looked around, the bus was almost empty, the only ones sitting were younger kids in the front two rows and Flame half way trudging down the isle. I stuck my tongue out at his face, continued my way to the back, and plopped down in seat L12. The seat was hard and it smelled like cheap cologne. I gagged, swiftly stood up, and made an effort while I tried to pull down the window. My face had turned into a red hue by the time I succeeded. I could hear the moron stifling laughter up near the front. Grumbling I sat down again and shifted a million times, but didn't find a comfortable position. I opened my orange neon Nike duffel bag, sought out my make-up kit from the disgusting mess, only to find that I had run out of lip-gloss. For me this is was not a big problem, I didn't wear make-up often. But the bus-ride, so far, had flopped my mood into a big, black, stubborn, and uncleanable mess, much like my bag. And on top of that this new Flame kid was getting on my nerves. I chucked the empty gloss tube at the back of his head. I luckily found a spare, feeling like this was the luckiest thing that happened to me today by far, I contently applied, then re-applied my gloss.

The bus pulled to a stop, I looked out the window in time to see my best friend make a face and drag her feet into the bus. Hey, at least I wasn't the only one who was going to enjoy this ride. "Gwen! Gwennie, come over here!," I called out. I saw her glace at Flame and flash a flirty smile at him. I could imagine him smiling back at her. The rest of the ride was long and boring until the last stop. Gwen's crush Adam, stumbled aboard, and much like the others glanced at Gwen and made a face due to the smell. Gwen always had the spotlight, not that it mattered to me. I liked being her shadow, I didn't have to face all the popularity problems as much as she did. She was a dream girl and not to mention the best friend in the world. From her golden locks down to her styled shoes, she looked like she just stepped out of a fashion magazine. Adam smoothly walked over to us and took the only open seat left, the one right across from us. Great, rest of the ride I'd be seeing Gwen and Adam make cow eyes at each other.

I yanked Gwen over to the window side thinking why they just didn't go out. Really, then I wouldn't be stuck in mushy-gushy, lovey-dovey non-sense. They could just talk freely. Gwen being by the window didn't stop them from making faces at each other. I felt like re-assembling Adam's face so Gwen wouldn't look over. I had landed myself, out from the side-lines of an onlooker, straight into the belly of the beast. By the end of the ride, I was sure I'd feel nauseous. And, unfortunately, I was right. Me and my luck.

"This is going to be one horrible day," I muttered to myself while exiting the bus with none other then Flame in front and the two love-birds in back. Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place!

Reflection On The One and Only FRI-FRI!!!

Author's Note: I know this really doesn't follow a basic essays guideline, but it's something I really put a lot of work into. It really has feeling. Sorry if it makes you cry :) It's also a bit jumpy, but it's me….. Since when am I calm? Anyways, I can seriously say this might be the most heartfelt piece I've ever written. Well, that's because I can't stand mush…. I'm writing this note after my piece…. So guys….. Thanks for the comments you left on my blog. You're like family, I can really say I really love (ok... maybe not LOVE love, but like friend love) each of you in a special way. My experience here is a dream come true- let's hope I don't move this summer, I'd love to see you guys again. And make sure you guys K.I.T. with me! :)
Oh yea, I did some things on purpose to prove my point. Like got off of topic and such..... so don't yell at me for that..... :D

From eight hours everyday of my "normal'' life, just one hour makes all the difference. From the moment I step into that classroom, high expectations dance through my mind imagining what I would be doing to fill up a great hour of my time. Would I imagine dragon fights, or maybe yarn; how about a story of friendship rotating around secrets, rumors, and gossip? Just an hour of freedom, to imagine, to explore, show independence, and be proud of what I have done. Just one hour to shine. Only 60 minuets to be free; just 60 minuets to let my mind escape the daily troubles of school. Just an hour of "Johnson's Seventh Grade Advanced Language Arts Class."

The first time I stepped into that classroom and searched every pair of eyes that was expectantly staring at me, I knew this class would be a life changing experience. I could see brilliance gleaming in each eye of every person. I expected this class to be an extraordinary one, and I got much more than what I (actually my parents) had paid for. What I have learned is past the point that dreaming extends out to. From being courageous to working hard, my life has changed just because of an hour, just because of a second it took me to step through a doorway. Just because…..

My first steps through that doorway, lightly tapping away at the tiled flooring, had me wondering how I could have ever landed in a class like this. Thinking myself to be an average student, I had simply wasted hours of my life away. In this class I learned I was worth much more than I ever knew. I learned that just having heart to a task makes all seem simpler. I have been able to mature every word of my writing along with my writing skills in this class. I now show much more independence in my writing than I ever have had before. I've pushed myself to my limits to succeed in what I wanted to reach. Just by trying, I can do anything. Who knew I could have changed so much?

Changes really did happen, so much improvement shows in my writing. I now actually feel like I'm working towards a goal. If I try, I can easily interest a writer in a piece of my work. Just a few lines can hook on my readers and audience. I can just hear the applauses now; the applauses echoing with every of my successful heartbeats. Also, I have much more organized writing, but that doesn't do much for organizing my locker, unfortunately. My paragraphs flow much better, I have understandable transitions for each of my pieces. Another one of my main improvements are in writing fiction. Before four months of this class, I was struggling on throwing every one of my words on paper in a proper order. My ideas would never come out straight. Now I have control on what I want and where I want it. Time went by much faster than I had thought, but I can surely say, my time was spent well and in worthy ways.

I just wish there was more time than just a few more days left. I hope I'll be here still next year, there is so much I would like to ask and learn. So many places I could improve in. If I had more time, I'd for sure try to work out my transitions. Also, I might want to sort out my priorities, but that doesn't apply to this class in any which way possible……. Anyways, if you might have just noticed, I also should try on focusing on a certain task. I get so bored easily…..that's why a yap so much! If I did that, you guys would have to throw me a party, since I really fail at being quiet! I'm really not focusing right now, I worked on this for like a whole week and it's not working out too well. That's probably another place I'd like to improve in if I just had the time: Writing long pieces in short times. Ohhhh….any mention of time makes me frown. Just a few more days left of walking into a classroom, with smiling faces ready for a new experience everyday. But at least summer is here. Who says we can't still keep in touch, why not.

Summer, summer, summer…… School just ending, a final bell releasing you from every barrier, change in the air! And life as you know it, just keeps getting better and better! Really, the truth is, my learning just can't end there. My life of freedom can’t be complete without this class. I'm for sure going to have to keep in touch with our sensei. My learning won't be ending there either, I'll continue reading and finding new passages among pages to other worlds. I'll still continue speaking my heart, and writing my heart. Just a few sentences each day on a long and amazing story, can also continue my life-long education. Okay, who am I kidding, I'm not going to write. Thank me later for being honest….. I'll still be reading though, and I'll probably write a few super short stories. Otherwise, I'm spending my days at the beach, relaxing, obviously watching T.V., and enjoying a beautiful summer vacation!

Since summer is here, I'll be saying goodbye. Just keep in touch, though. I'm really going to miss everything here. This place has become a home. I spend more time here than with my biological family. In truth, this class is just another family to me. Just because of the first second of a 60 minute hour, my life changed and I found the true me always surrounded by a family of brilliant friends supporting me every step of the way. Dreams really do come true……....

Tangled

Author's Note: So this is it. There are two poems. The first one I did because I was bored. My second one is the real deal.

Silent secrets

Pain and Glory

Tangled up in messes

Daring outlaws

Traitors stomping

Spells and hate

Love and desires

Wishes and promises

Worlds to come

Chances to take

Rapanzel goes for it

With everything at stake

Magics do exist

In dreams they do

A single thought provokes a dream

And it becomes your task to fulfill that dream

Chances are you can give up

It may seem hard to succeed

But after strength and trials

Light appears at the end of your tunnel

And what once seemed impossible is in front of you

Now that you find your dream after eons of search

A spark of excitement makes you want to burst

Finally after times long what you thought too hard

Has confronted itself and brought joy to your heart

The dream has been uncovered

The magic now erupts

It showers you in happiness and comfort

But after your celebration of victory of yours

A sadness creeps into your heart

What do you want now

Your dream is said and done

But now dream again

Take a new challenge

Find a new dream

Let your colors fly

It's not at hard as it seems

Let the wind rush through your hair

Let the sky be your limit

Just free your self

Never look back don't even glance

A dream is a dream

And when you succeed it's more

Make the dream come true

Live life to the fullest

Make your magic appear

Dream, dream, dream

Spring Assessment 2011

Passion of Commitment

All of us, who are committed to anything in life, know what components are needed to prove commitment. “The Hundredth Dove” is about Hugh, a fowler, who is put through tests to show his commitment to the king and his word. It is also about obedience, passion and sacrifice. These are the three main characteristics that all people committed to something must have. Especially when your own heart desires to go against a command made out to you.

When Hugh kills the white dove with his own bare hands it shows that Hugh really cares about his order. He is tempted to free the white dove, as it cooed sweet words like a soft melody hanging in a delicate breeze. Rewards of its freedom are mentioned but yet Hugh gathers his loyalty and completes his task. This shows that Hugh’s commitment to the king because it symbolizes sacrifice. Hugh was committed enough to sacrifice his own happiness, love and fortune for his order by the king. This was a great part of the story. It almost surprised me that Hugh killed the dove. I had supposed that this part of the story would be similar to “Snow White,” that Hugh would somehow fake killing the dove, succeed with his job, and then everybody would live happily ever after. Had that happened it would have been disappointing. Nonetheless, Hugh did kill the white dove and succeed in his job. It was a twist to the happy story, that’s why I liked this part of the story.

Another of my favorite parts of this story was when the author, Jane Yolen, described how Hugh took good care of his hunting equipment. This represented that he had a passion of his job. Since, he was so passionate, him being assigned a very important task for the king, made him work harder to achieve his goal. Another thing that made him passionate, in my opinion, was Lady Columbia, the Queen- to- Be. At first sight Hugh had been taken prisoner by Lady Columbia’s grace. This put a slight turn to the story. Had he not been spell-bound by the lady’s grace, he may have let the dove free, there may have been a wedding, Hugh may have stayed a hunter, and the end would have been a “Happily Ever After.” But, nonetheless, Hugh was enchanted by beauty, and that put a turn on events. Something different always takes me by surprise, that’s why I liked this part of the story.

Even though, passion was the main point I liked throughout the whole story, I still enjoyed most of it. But, the things I disliked were that Yolen took too long to get the message over. When you check the length of the introduction of characters, you may notice that over half the short story was just naming characters. Had I wrote this story I may have reduced some of the introductions of characters. Also, the ending of the story, was a little confusing. This would confuse any reader and may even turn the reader away from Yolen’s publications. I know it did to me.

To me this story proved passion, sacrifice, and obedience are things I should have for something I am committed to. Also, the symbolisms of these characteristics were shown thoroughly by the author. Its how the old saying goes: “Desire is the key to motivation, but its determination and commitment that lets you reach your unrelenting pursuit of your goal - a commitment to excellence - that will enable you to attain the success you seek.” (Unknown)

Burning Nothingness

Author's Note: So, I guess my story isn't that bad. I was able to use all my words.... it's cause I'm just that genius (LOL.) This is really poor quality.... but whatever. If you think this is messed up... go look at yours :D. Enjoy!!!

The train whistle gives a final warning signaling its departure. I take off to the closest open door, as the train slowly starts to chug away. I'm running away, far away from my prison, my home. I am Fredric, a daring boy looking for freedom, away from here. But, my last thoughts make me jump off the train and take a sprint for the abandoned houses. Surprised at my reaction, I watch the steam engine slowly chug away. I wonder why. A few moments later, I see the engine come to a screeching stop……CRACK! Fire is ablaze on the train, coming right from the boxcar I had been in. This became a mark of the year 1951. Scared I ran, fast and hard, as the wind blinded my eyes, towards the abandoned houses. Without knowing, I tripped, right over what seemed to be a rock. To my surprise it was the strangest creature I had ever see. It was an armadillo. When I had impact, I felt myself bounce right up again. What was happening, there were blurs of smoke, dust and grime swirling around me. What was happening, was this the end? Had the fire reached me? Was I dying? All of a sudden everything came to a stop. There I was again, right back at the train station, hearing the whistle give a final signal. What was this supposed to mean. I thought it may have been that I should be dead. If this was my destiny, then I would fulfill it. I slowly, but frightened, walked towards the train, regretting every step. I saw the vendors all lined up with fading signs. "This is your last chance, try this delicious cocktail sauce with fresh caught shrimp," read one of the signs. I knew this was true for me, so I walked over and tried some of the samples. And, yes, it was delicious. I'd at least live this world with a happy memory.

I started off once again towards the train. I got on as it pulled away. Then I felt heat rising behind me and a sting of tears in my eyes. This was the end. The flames licked my ankles and I yelped in pain. Then, I felt everything fading away. I was dying. But, that was not the end, I felt the swirling again. I was spinning, I was blown off my feet. And then…. Silence.

Blackout. Nothing. Nobody. It was quiet, and I was frightened. I heard a deep demanding voice command "What are you doing here? You have not filled your destiny! I thought you were worthy enough to complete this task. Go back and do as I say!!!! You are not anything more than a worthless earwig." I screamed. Was there someone hiding in the darkness? By breathing quickened as the voice continued on about me having to save lives not sacrifice my own. "Fredrick! Go back and rescue those people on the train, your life should not end and neither should those innocent ones' lives!" And that was it. The swirling and emotions all flooded back and I held my breath as my feet touched the ground.

Feeling a burden upon me, made me shake. Why had it had to be me stuck in this life? Why did I have to have this job given to me? Couldn't it be someone else? Why did it have to be me on the Galapagos Island train station? But, knowing I could not change the future, I made my way to the train. I had a sick feeling in my stomach. I was giving my own death sentence. In no time I would be done. Thinking this give me a new perspective. If I was going to save lives might as well do it in style. So gathering all my courage, I sprinted towards the train alarm. I gave a short wave and a "Hi!," to the conductor. Giving a courageous jump I reached for the alarm and gave a strong tug. I felt the cool metal scrape against the palm of my hand. I tightened my grip around the handle and let gravity do the rest. I felt myself slowly coming down.

I heard everyone running off the train, straining to squeeze through the doors all at once. After I was sure everyone had exited, I scoured the train to find any last left- behind passengers. No, nobody was left. I calmed down and shut my eyes…. that is until……. Blackout.

I felt heat everywhere; I didn't dare open my eyes. I felt the heat, I felt myself burn, I felt pain searing through my body. Then silence, stillness and peace.

Nothing happened this time, nothing. No wind, nothing. No flying, nothing. No color, nothing. No blurring nothing. No life……. nothing. My time was over. I had fulfilled my task. I had died and lost my time of living, but I had succeeded in my task and won life and the life of others.

Hot Cocoa

I am drinking hot cocoa right now! So I wrote this!!!


Little marshmallows bobbing up and down
A pool of sweet chocolaty brown
Creamy, sweet and filled with delight
I hope for more of this wondrous might
I sip and sip till it's all gone from my cup
I frown and then I stand up
I search around for a packet of more
And to my surprise I find packets galore
There goes my frown, boredom and blues
And now cheers for chocolate from me to yous!

A Secret For Two: My Response

Eternal Friendship

Those of us, who have experienced true friendship, know the necessary parts of making friendship whole. "A Secret for Two" is about a friendship between a man and his horse that are joined together with an eternal and strong bond. It's also about kindness, love, and sacrifice. These three things are important components for friendship. Especially, in this case, an eternal friendship.

When Pierre dies, his death proves that dying may not always be depressing, unexpected, or unpleasant. This was one of my favorite parts; there was something that made me excited for a moment. How could someone be so attached to their horse, their best friend, that to be together that person could give up his or her life? This made a strong imprint that death may not always be something to grieve. Death, in this case, showed a life of eternal friendship. Pierre's death is a very interesting point in the story. It gave me second opinions on passing away, that's why I thought that this part was one of the best parts throughout the story.

My other favorite part was when the doctor reveals that Pierre had been blind, not for a short amount of time, but for five full years. This was surprising; I had been intrigued by the point that Joseph wore his hat low enough to cover his eyes and that he boasted blind men could cover his route with Joseph, but never thought he could have been blind for so long. Still this was not the part that got me thinking, what really made me think was that Pierre could have quit his job when he went blind. Surprisingly, he kept going to work to be with his friend. He had been able to see for over 25 years of his job, but his last five years of being a milkman, was while he was blind. He knew he couldn't ever see Joseph one way or another ever again, but still he came to work just for Joseph.

Pierre depended a lot on Joseph. Without him, Pierre would be unable to do his job. He could not read or write. Luckily he was able to get away with this. The cooks instead of following the usual custom of leaving a note in an empty bottle if an additional quart of milk was needed they would sing out when they heard the rumble of his wagon wheels over the cobbled stones of Prince Edward Street. Also Pierre had a remarkable memory. When he arrived at the stable he’d always remember to tell Jacques if people had changed their orders. Jacques would note these things in a little book he always carried. Most of the drivers had to make out the weekly bills and collect the money, but Jacques, liking Pierre, had always excused him from this task. So Pierre was lucky because of Joseph who meant everything to him. Without him he'd be nothing. For Pierre, Joseph, his best friend, was his world.

I wish the story had ended differently. Even though the end was unique, if I had written it there would be a few things I would slightly tweak. Instead of quickly going through Pierre's death, his death should have been more detailed. By more detailed I don’t mean how he looked after he gets hit by the truck, but rather feelings. It seemed as though the author rushed through the death of Pierre; things should have slowed down. A few minor differences could stir-up a whole lot of excitement. I think the ending should have consisted of Pierre's feelings as he walked across the cobbled streets, some flashbacks that had been mentioned or memories from the first few times Pierre drove Joseph. Also, strong memories of their friendship could have been displayed. The author should have set us up for the ending, given better reasons why Pierre was ready to give up his life for a horse. A strong connection and bond should have been pointed out right before the supposedly coincidental death. The sentence stating the death should have been something with a truck loudly roaring towards Pierre and then Pierre's grief all ending.  After these changes had been made, the signs of love that the author displayed could be included and then the story could have followed its original ending.

True, the story was great, but what I regretted after reading this to the end, was that this story wasn't that realistic. This story takes place in the past and no longer can be related to the present. These days no one knows the true meaning of friendship. People in the present think that once some person has been your friend for a few months, you're best friends. But, I know that's not true. I also have From moving so much and having so many friends that I thought were true and never would forget me, I now realize that they may never had been close friends with me. After a while we ended up losing contact. Meanwhile, my sister found herself a best friend for life. She still receives phone calls and party invites from her friends of her past. That's like Pierre and Joseph, but stronger, even after death they remained true friends. The continued their friendship not until death, but even after it.

"A Secret for Two" really shows the importance of friendship. After reading this we should all realize keeping a friend close is a good idea. A friend could be everything in some ones life. Friendship could even someone’s life and world. You know what they say "A flower my garden, a friend my world." A friend is something we all need, something we need at all times.

Animal Farm Mandatory Response

After reading Animal Farm to chapter four, I have come up with a few conclusions. They are about the characters, my prediction, and a summary about the additude of the pigs.
Animal farm is all about power and wealth. In the book, think of the animals as 'poor working people'. And think of the humans in the book as 'rich powerful people' (the owners of property, money, power etc).
After the worker's revolution on Manor Farm, the pigs begin as normal animals, (still poor workers) but they become the leaders on the new Animal Farm and the advantages of power changes them. Little by little they are beginning to change from animal to human (like from poor to wealthy.)
They so far have separated themselves from the other animals and have moved into the farmhouse. I think later in the book they will betray their animal comrades and adopt a human lifestyle. By the end of the book, while the normal animals are cold and hungry, they may start wearing clothes,  sleep in beds, become fat and learn to walk on two legs. At the very end of the book they may have dinner with humans at the farm's dinnertable and the pigs and humans look the same. The pigs may adopt to human lifestyle. In other words the pigs may completely change from animals (poor workers) to humans (rich owners).
Since Animal Farm resembles the Russian Revolution, every character has their place in real life. Here are a few. I think that some of the pigs like Napoleon, Squealer, and Snowball represet the leaders Lenin, Trotsky, and Stalin. Specifically Snowball is Trotsky, Napoleon is Lenin, and Squealer is Stalin. Also, some other characters I have catogorized are Moses the raven. I think Moses represents Rasputin. Another character I'm sure about is Old Major, I think he represents Karl Marx. The farmer, his wife, and the farm's workers all represent the royal family of the time of the revolt. The last few mentioned characters, I have noticed, are skilled laborers or pheasents. Since there reallly is no character guide, I'm no sure about all of these but these are the few characters I know about.
These are a few things I have picked up from how much I have read of Animal Farm. As you may have noticed Animal Farm resembles the Russian Revolution in a satire form. I hope you have enjoyed the information I put together. Thank You.

Blog Block

Does anyone know why exactly some people put blocks on their blogs? I'd like to know those people exist out there. I get it some schools want blogs to be private, or someone wants only their friends to know, but why would people do that?If you have knews or have talent share it with the world! That's what I do!

Blame

 Inspiration this time comes from the point I just got in trouble because of something I didn't do. That ever happened to you. And again it was due to my sister. I know who actually did it, and it was NAWT ME! Like telling you that is going to help, I didn't even tell you what's wrong. Anyway, ENJOY!

A little situation,

A big, big problem

A few words spoken

A tall-tale made

No beginning found

No end to be seen

No reason why

And the blame's on me

A little flame

Turns into a forest fire

A light drizzle

Turns into a storm

World whizzing by

None see me

I'm waiting to be heard

While the blame's on me

Waiting and sitting

Moment by moment

People passing by

None glance towards me

I make a frown

My world's upside-down

All point with glee

They point out the blame's on me

Why me?

I had no involvement

I just stood so quiet

I did nothing

I had been looking at my feet

Seen no evil

Far from doing any

So why, oh why is the blame on me?

Disappointing Dance

If you read this poem, then you will understand why I wrote this. And sorry to those who thought I was coming. :P

I've planned ahead, ahead for tonight

I know what I'm doing with all my might

I plan to dance, twirl, and sing

Flash around like a diamond ring

I see my future broad, and bright

I know my plans, not wrong, but right

I know for sure what I'm going to do

I know all plans for me and you

I skip right up with hopes in my heart

To let the grown-ups play their part

They look at me then start to frown

My hopes are shrinking, they are going down

Brave up to the thought

Let them have all I've got

I talk to make their choices change

Or at least to put the in a good to great range

But nonetheless, my efforts fail

And  I may  just part or begin to wail

My plans all crash, come tumbling down

And now I'm the one who starts to frown

I turn away, look at my feet

Go to my room and take a seat

My plans vanish, for now I can't prance

Hopes are gone, since I'm not going to the dance

So that means I'm not going to the Valentine's Day dance. Sorry again. I'm going up north.

Someone Special

My inspiration for this came from my sister. Who has been talking about her crush for the last two hours and won't  zip-it!  This stuff is mushy but, whatevs! Might as well deal with it. (A few minuets later)Does anyone have crazy glue or duct tape at hand?!!! I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS!!!!!

A single glance in their direction and you couldn't pull your eyes away

Someone special walks your way

Fireworks go off in your heart

Your stomach jitters

You dare not part

You freeze on the spot

Then see a grin from the special someone who has made their way in

Happy as you can be you smile back

Worrying if you look like a laugh

The next thing you know you're face to face

And your face burns

And your heart starts to race

All you could ask for is there that second

Then they leave, and to yourself you grin

This is because, in your heart, someone special has made it in

Questions?

I don't really have reason to have "Questions" at a topic. I just felt like doing this.
When you read this answer the questions asked. It's pretty weird, but I'm toe-dally BORED! And this is not a poem.

Have you ever just wanted to know something so badly that you just asked?

Ever asked at the wrong time?

At the wrong place?

Did you ever ask something some one got the wrong impression on?

Did you clear it up then?

Did you ask some one that you shouldn't have asked?

Near some one who shouldn't know (like asked your best friend if you had a chance with your crush in front of your 'rents)?

Have you ever made a wrong point by a question?

Teachers say asking questions are good, right?

No questions are "stupid" or "dumb," right?

Asking questions never lead you wrong, right?

After reading this do you still agree?

What is Love?

I heard a song and it sparked my imagination to write this poem/transilation thing.

What is love?

Love is like water rippiling at the slightest movement.

It is danger, at the simpilist mistake it backstabs you.

It is what happens when you hold out your heart in one hand.

A stranger who comes and steals it away.

Then you fall deep into a change.

Deep into love.

What is love?

SUPER BOWL SUNDAY

The Super Bowl was first played on January 15, 1967, as part of a merger agreement between the NFL (National Football League) and AFL (American Football League). After a merger in 1970, each league became a "conference" and the game is now played between conference champions to determine the overall championship. The winning team receives the Vince Lomardi Trophy, named after the coach of the Green Bay Packers, who won the first two Super Bowl games and 3 of the 5 preceding NFL championships (1961, 1962, and 1965).
The day on which the Super Bowl is played, is now considered a de facto American national holiday - called Super Bowl Sunday. The broadcast of the football game is the most watched American television broadcast and boasts the most expensive commercial airtime of the year. Exclusive television broadcast rights for the Super Bowl rotate each year among 4 major American television networks: CBS, FOX, ABC and NBC. Because of the high viewership and commerical expense, watching and discussing the broadcast's commericals have become a significant part of the event.
Super Bowl games are numbered by using roman numerals. Super Bowl III was the first game to be numbered.
In 2010, Super Bowl XLIV was played by the American Football Conference (AFC) champion - Indianapolis Colts and the National Football Conference (NFC) champion - New Orleans Saints to determine the National Football League (NFL) champion for the 2009 season.
And now the Super Bowl has come around again! This time played between the Packers and Steelers!
Who will win??? Watch it live on Sunday at 9:30 to find out who wins!

GO PACKERS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dreams of Eternal Peace

I actually was extremely bored when I wrote this. The whole classroom was quite, and then I glanced at Courtney's book "Peace like a River." I had already read some of your blogs and found stories. I decided to mix it up and write a poem. Courtney's book gave me an idea to write like a poem about peace.

Peace takes its flight like an endless ribbon

streaming out towards a

horizon of dreams.

Let dreams transcend into eternal peace,

uniting mankind forever,

one memorable day!

And let this day continue for as long as our lives,

and let peace continue even after our times.

Then it shall remain as eternal peace.