I Love You Squared :)

Play is something that Pink believes that is a vital part in increasing our right brain abilities. My friend Hannah and I didn't quite get to go to the playground and watch children play since school is not in session. Instead we got in touch with our inner child by playing silly games with her nephew Asher and playing the cartoon game

 Asher took some of the pictures

 Kate was looking into the sun :p

 Pretty picture Asher took of Hannah

 Pretty picture Asher took of me

 "Hannah Wizbeths, make silly faces"

 We took the tent outside 

 Playing in the tent

 Playing the rock band app.

Asher texted Jonathan :p

 Playing tag with Asher

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Fire and Ice Inspired

Some say childhood will end with age
Some with maturity
From what I've seen of teenagers
I hold those who favor maturity
But if I had to grow up twice
I think I would know enough of maturity
To say that growing in age
Is not enough
And would not sufice

Harlem Inspired

What  happens to time

Does it slip through our fingers
like water running through a fauset
Or pass us by
like trees passing as we drive in a car 
And then fade into the distance
Does it sit in our minds
like memories of an old love
Or dissapear in the past
like old friends we loose touch with
Maybe it just continues to suprise us with its fast or slow passing
like a young child with its random shananagans

Or is it just limitless

Character Analysis of Creon

Elizabeth Mace
Mrs. Harmon
Pre-AP English 10
4, May 2011

     In his play “Antigone,” Shopocles had many different characters with contradicting views on society, religion, and values. In his play, set in ancient Greek society, Antigone’s two brothers are both killed. One dies protecting Thebes but one dies invading it. Creon, the ruler of the city, declares that Antigone’s brother, Polynices, will not have any of the proper burial rituals performed on his body and that no one can even go near him. Both of these characters are strong willed and very set in their ways. Antigone is determined to bury her brother. She believes to not bury him would dishonor the gods. Creon will not revoke his decree. Creon is too set in his ways to see reason until his whole life is falling apart.
     Creon would “rob his son of” a happy marriage to Antigone even if it “injures” him. Creon would kill the woman his son loves if it meant he could stand by his ruling. Creon is determined to stop the wedding. There is no woman that Haemon has “such harmony as he has with her.” Antigone is the perfect woman for him. To Creon, Antigone is a bad woman and would damage Haemon.
     To Creon “the gods set right” the “city’s affairs after shaking them in a storm.” Burying Polynices would mean burying a traitor with honor in his eyes. He deserved to rot and be eaten by the crows according to Creon. Creon “defies” and “dishonors” the gods by not giving Polynices a proper burial. Antigone and Tiresias try to tell him that there would be consequences if he tried to defy a greater power such a the gods. Creon is willing to challenge his religion and the religion of his city.
     Indirectly, the “difficult fate” of Antigone, Haemon, and Eurydice “falls” in Creon’s “hands.” When Creon refuses to accept Haemons plea to set Antigone free he kills himself at Antigone’s feet when finds that she has killed herself. When Eurydice finds out that her son is dead she kills herself. Creon has “no where to turn to, nothing to lean on,” because his family is gone. It is not until after his wife and son are dead that Creon listens to Tiresias.
     In the end Creon finally sees that Antigone and Tiresias were right. But, it was to late. Creon’s stubbornness and determination to not bury Polynices leads to the death of his wife, son, and almost daughter-in-law. Creon is too set in his ways to see reason until his whole life is falling apart.

Cell Phone Ban in School

    In this new age kids are exposed to more technology than we can tell you about. With the new technology comes new debates about their use in school. Cell phones are one of the most controversial topics when it comes to technology.The majority of any student body owns a cell phone.
    This article discusses the running debate of whether students should be allowed to have a cell phone in public schools. Whether it’s talking on the phone in between classes or texting in class many school officials believe that cell phones are a huge distraction to the educational process. As school leaders are striving to improve student performance and the overall student learning experience, schools across the country are enforcing strict policies regarding cell phones (Chen). Some schools have even baned cell phones completely.
    Most parents and kids feel that this ban is outrageous. Some have even taken out lawsuits against schools. They argue that cell phones provide their kids with a form of communication in case there is an emergency. Schools argue that cell phones are distracting, disruptive, and can give students the opportunity to cheat on test.    There are many convincing on both sides of the argument but as a kid I have to agree with the pro cell phone side. If the school bans cell phones, how are students supposed to get a hold of their parents if we don’t have a cell phone. I don’t think that the receptionist in the office wants to deal with a thousand kids in the office needing to use the phone at three in the afternoon.     There are still going to be the pro-ban people out there but I stick to my opinion.

Annotated Bibliography:

Chen, Grace. "Should Public Schools Ban Cell Phones." www.publicschoolreview.com. N.p., 30/10/08. Web. 13 Feb 2011.

Books vs. Movies

     When you ask anybody if they think they like the movie version of a book better a lot say no. I personally agree with these people. I am always very excited to see a movie of one of my favorite books. More times than not, I’m disappointed. TIME in partnership with CNN wrote an article discussing the subject asking readers their opinions.

“...readers of a novel have already made their own perfect movie version. They have visualized it, fleshed out the locations and set the pace as they either zipped through the book or scrupulously savored every word. Often they have even cast it.”

     This is right on the nose. All readers do this. They have their own expectations of a book and are most always disappointed. It is very hard for writers to transform every detail of a book to life. No matter how important we as readers think a chapter from our favorite book may be, a screen writer simply cannot include it all.
     There is also the other side of this argument: the people who like the movie better. In my experience the people who have seen the movie and then read the book seem to like the movie better.  Again I think it has to do with the picture people already have in their heads. If they have seen the movie they have all the sets and characters in mind and don’t necessarily follow the descriptions.   
     I don’t think we will ever declare a winner of this battle between literature and motion picture. There is no fact that states the book is better than its movie version or a movie version i better than the book it portrays. It is a matter of opinion. But, if you are asking me my vote is for the book.

My Perfect World

He finally popped the question. I was finally going to have the big family with a loving husband I always wanted. I raced through the streets full of celebrating couples to my mother and father’s home to deliver the news. It was New Years Eve, one of the most romantic nights, and everybody was happy. Of course my parents knew I would be coming. Gregory had already been by the house to ask for my fathers blessing days ago. They had been waiting in anticipation for me to show up at the house all day. They were thrilled. Gregory was handsome, charming, wealthy, and had a wonderful social status. He couldn’t be anymore perfect. I was going to be the envy of every woman in Fairview. The wedding was to take place in the summer. A perfect summer wedding to go with my perfect new life. I loved him and he loved me. We were going to have a big happy family and live happily ever after.

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The months went by tirelessly. It seemed like the big day would never come. My mother, future mother-in-law, and I spent most of our time at planning sessions, cake tastings, and dress fittings. If it would have been up to me I would have had a small wedding with our families and that would have been it. But, I knew that wouldn’t be possible. He had a very high social status in the community and it would have been unheard of for us not to go through the big fancy wedding. It was tiring and I didn’t care for the planning but I never complained. It was all worth it. I would soon be married to the most eligible bachelor Fairview.

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The day finally came. I was so nervous I couldn’t stand it. My closest girlfriends spent the whole day getting me ready. And when the time finally came they slipped me into my dress. The huge ball gown, covered in lace and tool, required all of my bridesmaids assistance to put on. As I walked through the church to where the ceremony was to take place when the world suddenly went dark and I was yanked from behind and led of the church. My kidnapper had defiantly caught me of guard. They had moved so fast I didn’t even see what they had thrown over my head. I was to disoriented too even scream. I didn’t even get the chance. I was thrown into a car and it sped away. The ride was not a comfortable one. The speed was too fast and the turns were to sharp. I was knocked unconscious within minutes. The last thought running through my mind was “I’m going to die.”

I woke as the kidnapper pulled what had caused the darkness off my head. A pillow case. This plain white cloth that had shut me out of the world. I looked into the face of the kidnapper. This man that had taken me from my perfect world and my eternal happiness. His dark eyes were so dark they looked black. He was a big man with broad shoulders, crowbars for arms, and softball mitt hands.

“Who are you? What do you want from me,“ I asked.
“My name is Jeff. That’s exactly it,” he said. “ I want you.”
    Jeff was not a cruel man. He was actually quite kind. It didn”t matter thought. Jeff never released me and I was his prisoner forever.