-Story starter.. "It was a dark and stormy night"...-
It was a dark and stormy night, there are no cars on the road, people walking around the neighbourhood, or children playing in the park. The neighbourhood looks empty, every still in its place, except for the tire swinging with the wind. The creaking sound of the chain as it sways in the wind. It is pouring rain, everything is soaking wet. Water dripping from the steel playground. I am soaked,. Coat is dripping water like it does when water is coming off the rooftop. It is dark but there is little light coming from the street lamps close by. The storm has been going on since the early morning, it is now almost midnight. The ditches, potholes and sandbox are filled with water. The air is cold, with a slight wind, making the night very cool. I walk to the bus stop across from the playground to grab shelter. Inside their is a cat, shivering and shaking, due to the cold weather. I sit on the bench inside the bus stop, carefully grabbing the cat to hold it to keep it warm. It looks familiar, I think it is my neighbours, I cuddle the cat and it seems to recognize me. It begins to stop shaking and we both begin to dry off from the storm. I walk towards my home, grab a box and blanket, and place it in the garage. For tonight the cat will stay in the garage to keep warm and inside from the storm. He will return to my neighbours in the morning. In the morning the sun is bright and the birds are chirping. The sun dries up the water from the storm and everything begins to shine. The children begin to play in the park, for another day, swinging and slidding in the playground.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Journal #8
-Reflection, thoughts, ideas, about the course as far-
So far, although only a few days into the course, I really like it! I enjoy the activities, journals and stories that we are writing in class. Free style writing gets me to use my imagination which I prefer over writing comparison essays between two books. Although I do like regular English class in high school I feel that I am very restricted with my writing. This is my first time having you as my teacher; I’m happy about that, always hear good feedback from other teachers and students! I have always wanted to be in a class where I am able to write my own ideas and thoughts; this gives me that opportunity to do just that. It is great! I’m looking forward to the rest of the semester!
So far, although only a few days into the course, I really like it! I enjoy the activities, journals and stories that we are writing in class. Free style writing gets me to use my imagination which I prefer over writing comparison essays between two books. Although I do like regular English class in high school I feel that I am very restricted with my writing. This is my first time having you as my teacher; I’m happy about that, always hear good feedback from other teachers and students! I have always wanted to be in a class where I am able to write my own ideas and thoughts; this gives me that opportunity to do just that. It is great! I’m looking forward to the rest of the semester!
Journal #7
a)
Words that make me feel good:
Smile
90210
Friendship
Love
Music
Sleep
Ice cream Sundays
Family
Sunday Dinners
Brother
b)
Description of the sounds I heard as I woke up this morning:
My alarm clock music going off from my iwake
My feet taping the hardwood floor as I get upWords that make me feel good:
Smile
90210
Friendship
Love
Music
Sleep
Ice cream Sundays
Family
Sunday Dinners
Brother
b)
Description of the sounds I heard as I woke up this morning:
My alarm clock music going off from my iwake
My door opening
The water from the showering pouring on the bottom of the shower
The water hitting the floor as I get out
The blow dryer as I dry my hair
My toast popping from the toaster
My electric tooth brush cleaning my teeth
My jacket zipping up as I leave
The car opening and the engine starting as I begin my journey to school
The car turning off and the door closing as I make my way inside the school
The door closing as I am inside, feet shuffling as we all go to first period class
Journal #6
-Paradoxical Commandment-
“People are illogical, unreasonable and self-centred; love them anyway”. I have to agree with this statement. Some people in the world are illogical, unreasonable and self-centered. Its apart of life. It can not be changed or else we would not be true. Not every individual is all three of these characteristics, but each may show in different ways a component of the characteristics. Depending on the way you were raised as a young child you may be more like, or farther from the characteristics of illogical, unreasonable and self-centred. I was taught to be reasonable and not to focus everything on myself, although sometimes I can show characteristics of being unreasonable and self-centered. My parents told me not to judge people on their flaws and to love them anyway. This supports this paradoxical commandment. Flaws can bring out things in people which you begin to admire and respect. Not everyone is perfect, we all have flaws, but those flaws are apart of whom we are. We do not all have the same flaws, that is why each individual is different. We are to find love in them and accept them for what they are.
Journal #5
-Description of Park Street 25 years from now, abandoned-
I walked slowly down the paved sidewalk surrounding what was previously a high school. It was the high school that I attended many years ago. I went here for my entire four years of high school. I can remember my first day, nervous, for once to go to school. No longer a little elementary school kid. This was my first moment at this school. My last is when all the exams were done, just a few days after it was our commencement ceremony. Everyone which I spent my fours years with, students, teachers and coaches, were all gathered to celebrate us leaving and beginning our new lives. Tears and smiles fill the entire gymnasium. I look at the school now, abandoned, nothing but the grass on the football field, dried and torn up, rusted soccer posts still standing and random broken windows on the doors around the school. I can see the student parking lot, pot holes bigger than they ever were. Skid marks in the parking lot from people attempting dangerous manoeuvres. It is so strange to see no one here but the birds and animals that live in the area. Usually it would be filled with students during the week, and filled on the weekends for indoor or outdoor sports tournaments. The picnic tables that were at the side of the school, are done, disappeared in time, I guess. The shed beside the field has been torn down, nothing is there but the outline of where it once was. Although the school is still standing there is no since of anyone or anything. It is abandoned, forever deserted, with only memories to fill the inside of the school hallways.
I walked slowly down the paved sidewalk surrounding what was previously a high school. It was the high school that I attended many years ago. I went here for my entire four years of high school. I can remember my first day, nervous, for once to go to school. No longer a little elementary school kid. This was my first moment at this school. My last is when all the exams were done, just a few days after it was our commencement ceremony. Everyone which I spent my fours years with, students, teachers and coaches, were all gathered to celebrate us leaving and beginning our new lives. Tears and smiles fill the entire gymnasium. I look at the school now, abandoned, nothing but the grass on the football field, dried and torn up, rusted soccer posts still standing and random broken windows on the doors around the school. I can see the student parking lot, pot holes bigger than they ever were. Skid marks in the parking lot from people attempting dangerous manoeuvres. It is so strange to see no one here but the birds and animals that live in the area. Usually it would be filled with students during the week, and filled on the weekends for indoor or outdoor sports tournaments. The picnic tables that were at the side of the school, are done, disappeared in time, I guess. The shed beside the field has been torn down, nothing is there but the outline of where it once was. Although the school is still standing there is no since of anyone or anything. It is abandoned, forever deserted, with only memories to fill the inside of the school hallways.
Journal #4
-Description of a nature walk-
It is morning and the sun is shinning on the beautiful open fresh water. The morning is calm, only a few people out at this time. The lake is not moving, only the sounds of the birds in the tree’s. Random tree branches move as the squirrels move around from tree to tree in search of their fellow pals. I am walking down the gravel path beside the lake. In the distance I can see birds landing on the island close to the shore. There are many of them, a family; they probably have a nest near by. The smell is so fresh this early in the morning; it feels nice to get out of the city for a little while to enjoy a nature walk. Near the island there is a fisherman in his boat, fishing rod at hand, enjoying his early morning fishing session. His buddy is behind him dealing with their early morning catch. There is a beautiful garden close to me, pretty flowers arranged in a circular shape around a statue. The grass surrounding me is damp from the morning dew. It seems that the grass had been cut the day before and the cut pieces are scattered amongst the lawn. The smell of the freshly cut grass smells so pure and refreshing. The wet grass sticks to my dog’s feet as we walk along the gravel path. My dog is at my side, pulling at her leash to try to catch the squirrels in the trees. Although I doubt she is fast enough to even catch them, or even get close enough in reach. I walk towards the shore, sand in my toes; I remove my sandals and dip my feet into the lake. The water’s cool but is also refreshing. Mother nature has created such beautiful surroundings for our world, I have become to appreciate them more as I explore by the lake this morning.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Journal #3
-Description of a homeless man-
He is sitting on a bench in a park. A neighbourhood surrounds him, houses upon houses are scattered. Big and small, some with and some without pools, several with tree houses and porches to enjoy their backyards. He is alone. Just himself, wearing a long sleeve, pants, jacket and boots. His backpack is beneath his feet, containing his few belongings. Pictures of his childhood and family he once had, the memories compacted in the fabric bag that is still damp from the afternoon rain. Not much is inside, as it is too hard to bring along with him from place to place. Strapped to the top of the backpack is a blanket to keep him warm at night. He moves his foot and hits his bag, you hear a clank, and it is the sound of his foot hitting the mug inside his backpack. As night approaches the lights turn out, he settles for the night in the playground, inside the slide, just in case it rains during his sleep. He is not seen, just his boots sticking out of the end of the slide. Morning comes, and the dew on the grass is wet. He wakes and ponders on what he will do today. Today his search is for a meal and water, hoping that it will get him through the next few days.
He is sitting on a bench in a park. A neighbourhood surrounds him, houses upon houses are scattered. Big and small, some with and some without pools, several with tree houses and porches to enjoy their backyards. He is alone. Just himself, wearing a long sleeve, pants, jacket and boots. His backpack is beneath his feet, containing his few belongings. Pictures of his childhood and family he once had, the memories compacted in the fabric bag that is still damp from the afternoon rain. Not much is inside, as it is too hard to bring along with him from place to place. Strapped to the top of the backpack is a blanket to keep him warm at night. He moves his foot and hits his bag, you hear a clank, and it is the sound of his foot hitting the mug inside his backpack. As night approaches the lights turn out, he settles for the night in the playground, inside the slide, just in case it rains during his sleep. He is not seen, just his boots sticking out of the end of the slide. Morning comes, and the dew on the grass is wet. He wakes and ponders on what he will do today. Today his search is for a meal and water, hoping that it will get him through the next few days.
Journal #2
-Description of a outdoor scene-
My backyard is so beautiful. Every season of the year shows different aspects which make it beautiful. In the spring everything is fresh. Plants and flowers are blooming as the thawing of the ground is occurring. I can see my dog running around finding all her toys that she lost when the snow in the winter fell and hid them all. Excitement is drawn all over her face. Summer approaches and the grass needs to be cut. The smell of cut grass fills the afternoon air. Lines from the lawn mower appear on the grass with spots of cut grass along the lawn. The sprinkler is spraying to give water to the dry lawn, providing it with a more enriched colour. During the fall the leaves turn pretty colours as decorations to the landscape. Orange, yellow and brown all mixed together in piles throughout the yard. As spring approaches gradually we pile the leaves and throw them into piles. My dog enjoys running through the leaves as they are in the air, or when we hide her toys among the big piles. It becomes winter and the entire yard is now white, no sight of grass or the flowers and plants in the gardens. Big snowflakes fall from the sky. The tree branches are white, the fence is white and the deck is covered in layers of snow. Doggie paw prints are scattered throughout the yard as a trace of where she has been. The seasons each have characteristics which make my backyard beautiful, from the fresh plants and flowers blooming to the layers of pure white snow across the entire yard.
My backyard is so beautiful. Every season of the year shows different aspects which make it beautiful. In the spring everything is fresh. Plants and flowers are blooming as the thawing of the ground is occurring. I can see my dog running around finding all her toys that she lost when the snow in the winter fell and hid them all. Excitement is drawn all over her face. Summer approaches and the grass needs to be cut. The smell of cut grass fills the afternoon air. Lines from the lawn mower appear on the grass with spots of cut grass along the lawn. The sprinkler is spraying to give water to the dry lawn, providing it with a more enriched colour. During the fall the leaves turn pretty colours as decorations to the landscape. Orange, yellow and brown all mixed together in piles throughout the yard. As spring approaches gradually we pile the leaves and throw them into piles. My dog enjoys running through the leaves as they are in the air, or when we hide her toys among the big piles. It becomes winter and the entire yard is now white, no sight of grass or the flowers and plants in the gardens. Big snowflakes fall from the sky. The tree branches are white, the fence is white and the deck is covered in layers of snow. Doggie paw prints are scattered throughout the yard as a trace of where she has been. The seasons each have characteristics which make my backyard beautiful, from the fresh plants and flowers blooming to the layers of pure white snow across the entire yard.
Journal #1
-One Syllable Story-
My name is Pat and I am a fat rat. I have one blue eye and one green. My nose is red and will twitch when I smell cheese. I have four short legs that help me run from all the mean cats near my house. I am grey with one spot of black on my back. I have a long sleek tail that goes a wig and a wag as I walk. I live in a hole by a shop that makes bread. The smell is so good it drives me nuts. My pals and I go at night and eat the crumbs from the shop too add to our meal that day.
In the day I hang with my pals at the pub, go to the gym, or even go for a stroll in the city. I met a girl one day at the pub, her name is Sam. She is a nice girl; we like to hang out. My close pals agree that she is hot, and like her at our house by the shop. She is slim just like my bud Tim. She is smart and likes to have fun. When I first saw her it was love at first sight.
I like to sing and dance. I have a dream to be a star and show my gift to the world. I once knew a rat from down the way who is now a movie star. He is a big deal here; I want to be just like him. Except, I will sing and play music for my rat buds.
At the pub, Sam and I sang a song that we wrote one night. The crowd gave us a big clap at the end. When we took our walk off the stage, Sam gave me a peck on the lips. It made my whole night.
My name is Pat and I am a fat rat. I have one blue eye and one green. My nose is red and will twitch when I smell cheese. I have four short legs that help me run from all the mean cats near my house. I am grey with one spot of black on my back. I have a long sleek tail that goes a wig and a wag as I walk. I live in a hole by a shop that makes bread. The smell is so good it drives me nuts. My pals and I go at night and eat the crumbs from the shop too add to our meal that day.
In the day I hang with my pals at the pub, go to the gym, or even go for a stroll in the city. I met a girl one day at the pub, her name is Sam. She is a nice girl; we like to hang out. My close pals agree that she is hot, and like her at our house by the shop. She is slim just like my bud Tim. She is smart and likes to have fun. When I first saw her it was love at first sight.
I like to sing and dance. I have a dream to be a star and show my gift to the world. I once knew a rat from down the way who is now a movie star. He is a big deal here; I want to be just like him. Except, I will sing and play music for my rat buds.
At the pub, Sam and I sang a song that we wrote one night. The crowd gave us a big clap at the end. When we took our walk off the stage, Sam gave me a peck on the lips. It made my whole night.
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