Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Why is the World Really Flat?

Lauren Bernard

Why is the World Really Flat?

            I was sitting in history class and we had a speaker that was talking about how he came across a new discover.  The teacher had forewarned the class that the speaker had some wild and rash philosophies.  But when Mr. Geo came to speak I couldn’t see what was so strange about him.  Sure he came off a little strong, but he made some very clever points.  When you walk out of your house and you just look straight, do you see a curved street or yard?  No, it is flat.  Do you ever feel upside down, like all the blood is rushing to your head? No, because it is flat.  The whole globe is completely wrong. The word is more like a map.
He made it a point that you wouldn’t or couldn’t fall off the edge because of the atmosphere.  It makes total sense.  As the rest of the class was giggling and making crazy history man doddles, I was laughing at them because they were blind.  How could you not see it?  Of course, no land would be around the outside if the earth. It would all be water.  One day I will visit the edge of the earth and I just can’t wait!

Thursday, March 22, 2012

A Modest Proposal


Lauren Bernard

Period 2



A Modest Proposal:


1. “A Modest Proposal” is an ironic essay: the author deliberately writes what he does not mean.  What is the real thesis?  Is there more than one?  He doesn’t really mean that people should eat babies he is just making fun of the horrible living conditions and basically saying, “wow there really is no future for anyone so there is no point in bring anyone else into this world if they have to live the way things currently are.    

 


3. Before when he is listing off the terrible things he thinks should be done to improve society.



4. The “little” people like the poor people and small children. The Irish are presented to blame, but it is ironic because they are the victims.


5. Yes when he says he wants to cure the expensiveness of pride and vanity.


6. He says he doesn’t want to actually do the things he wrote about.


7. I can’t find any other techniques. If people feel they’re being mistreated it is there job to speak up and let someone know how they feel.



8. I would try to push their cuteness. Something like baby cow is good an they aren’t even cute, could you imagine how good a baby would taste.

Why I Want a Wife

Why I Want a Wife:
1.       This essay is very to the point.  The thesis is that wife’s doing everything for their husbands and children and it would be great to have one.  I can’t agree more.  If my dad didn’t have my mother, he would fall apart.  My mom always knows where everything is and seems to have no problem handling almost.  On week my mom went out of town and it took me, my sister, my dad and my friend Stephanie  to equal one of my mom. 
2.       The repetition of “I want a wife” to me is her agreeing with herself.  The more she writes the more she thinks, “Wow I really do want a wife”.  A wife is like your own personal secretary. 
3.       I do think that Brady is being extremely sarcastic.  Although who wouldn’t want a wife like Brady explains?  Brady’s point is that those wives should exist.   I am sure the Brady feels she is put on that level of being the “perfect” wife. 
4.       The way she writes about a wife, is almost like a super hero.  Someone that can be everywhere at one time and do 50 tasks at once.  The amazing things are I’m sure these are task that Brady does on a normal day basis.  You can tell that Brady things the way a wife is explained in her essay, is horrible. She wants her readers to see how under appreciated wives really are.
5.       Dear Brady,
 Think your essay is funny and clever, but most of al honest.  I could see my mom reading this and just shaking her head with agreement the whole time.   It is horrible how many responsibilities are put on you guys.  The amazing thing is how wives are still able to pull it off.  I give you my upmost respect.  Having said that, you should never have to do a whole family’s worth of task.  After reading you essay I really do want to help my mom out and talk to my dad and see how he treat her as well. 

Friday, February 17, 2012

Fairy Tale Poem

Alice in wonderland
What is a book without pictures?
What is a song with out a melody?
What is a story with out an ending?
I get curiouser and curiouser with every growing question
You are late, late, late for a very important date
How can I grow as tall as a house,
and then shirk as small as a mouse
What really is nonsense?
Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't
Who are you? What kind of garden to you come from?
What makes a raven like a writing desk?
No time to say hellogoodbye
Off with their heads!
I think I was dreaming…?

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Essay Responses

Response: My Time and Place among the Cows
The essay talks about how simple cows are.  Most of time you would think simple was a bad thing, but in this situation it is great.  Cows don’t need all the stuff to be happy. They work with the simple ingredients of grass, water, and a dry shelter from wind and rain or the summer sun.  But Dave Stewart points out that they make magic with those few and simple things.  They are able to produce so much for us.  We depend on them more then you would think.   They make the wonderful thing called milk and dairy and they do it by pure ingredients.  We put so much crap into our bodies and have all the latest technology, yet we can’t even make a major food group.
Dave Stewart also talks about how he feels cows stop time.  We as natural humans are stressed and we end up losing time.  But he explains when he watches his cows they are so tranquil and still, they make their time last.
He talks about what could have been.  Dave was a quad student before he started milking cows.  He states that as long as he continues to milk cows that burden is on his shoulder to deal with later in life.  He now appreciates his responsibilities towards the cows and thanks them for reminding him of the things that really matter. 

Response: Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Peace
            Dani Weathers has been through a lot.  She experienced the one thing that can really change a person, the loss of a loved one.  Her father died from a motorcycle accident.  She was already a very depressed girl, but when her dad died it sent her down a downward spiral.  She began cutting and got more and more distant from her family and friends.  This is something so hard to help.  Because people that hurt themselves are nowhere near crazy.  They just want to feel something even if it is pain.  Dani says that the comment to get her to step up and change her self was one made by her ex-boyfriend; “It happened four years ago! Get over it already! Just move on!”  She wasn’t going to get over it but it woke her up.  She needed to deal with her problems a different way.  She was so afraid of people thinking she was crazy or giving her pity that she was hurting herself.  Reading her essay was a perfect example of people learning from their mistakes.  Hopefully people will be able to read her essay and won’t have to learn from their mistake but from her guidance.
Response: I Will Take my Voice Back
            Quique Aviles states that his addiction to crack will kill him, but performing and writing will save him.  I agree with him 100%.  Obviously if he was to go on in life with a crack addiction it would kill him.  But in my personally opinion it isn’t as easy to just stop.  You have to distract yourself. A great example with that is performing or writing.  Luckily for Quique performing is his job, but he has such a drug problem that no one looks at him as an actor but as a junkie.  I respect Quique for speaking up because he pointed out that admitting to his addiction is another way of saying actor suicide.  He explains where he came from and the lack of support for his choice in career.  He started to get evolved with acting as soon as crack became a known thing in D.C.   The comment that stuck out to me was “Crack is a killer. Crack turns a ladybug in your house into a hungry rat. Crack transports you into paranoid obsession. You don’t sleep. You don’t eat. Your high lasts 10 to 15 seconds so you need to keep pumping your brain with this poison over and over again.” It is so true that it turns into this horrible thing and the high is so short, but people still need to have it.  I understand addiction as far as someone who hasn’t experienced addiction can understand it.  Quique said he went to rehab 3 times.  The difference this time is that he is going to replace the drug with a hobby, performing/writing.  I respect Quique Aviles so much for being the few that make it out.

Response: Come to My Table


This essay wasn’t as powerful, but Shannon Denney still made her point.  She starts to talk about how she still thinks women should always make food for their family. And at first that outraged me, but then she explained in more detail on what she meant.  She simply loves the power of food.  Not so much for eating properties either. She loves how food can bring people together.  She says that if she had to make a 5 star dinner every night just for her family to come to her table at 6 o’clock, then she would do it.  I think it is actually refreshing that someone still idols family time that much in today society.  I personally wish my family was still this way.  

Thursday, February 9, 2012

The crowd roared when my name was said for the winner.  The wave of nerves started to rush out of me out of my fingertips. I could hear every clap and yell.  The pat on my back nearly knocked me over.  I took a step to catch myself and looked at the person.  Their smile was fake and cheesy. “Congratulations you won!”

I leaned forward trying to fight the need to not fight back.  I took a few deep breaths to collect my thoughts.  I looked up and she was still looking at me with blank eyes, waiting for my reply.  Her lips parted to fix what she had said to me before, but she stopped herself with fear she would make it worse.  She began to tap her foot getting impatient.  “Hello! Answer me please!” I decided to take the high road so I shrugged my shoulders and walked away.   

Random word rotation story

I was sliding around on the floor. I could smell all the cheese I had planted.  I was going to catch this mouse.  I didn’t want to make a move and scare it back into hiding.  This mouse has been haunting me for too long.  That’s when it happened… I saw the mouse ran across the floor to the cheese trap.  The cheese was squishy and old from sitting out.  The mouse was about to bite down when all of the sudden a wave of guilt rushed over me.  I quickly made a loud noise and the mouse ran.  I then trapped it into a corner and was able to get it into a box.  I then delivered the mouse to its right habitat, the woods.  The mouse had an exuberant attitude when he was released. A shadow appeared high from the sky and I though nothing of it. The shadow got bigger and bigger until I could see what it was. The eagle form the ridge swooped down and caught the mouse right before.
Aghast with what just happened I walked back to my car and drove home depressed with the terrible turn of events. Seeing my tank was on “E” I pulled into the nearest 7/11 to fill my tank. As I pulled in I spied a pale, dark haired man lights a cigarette as he pumped gas into his tank, “NO” I cried but it was to late “BIZ BAM BOOM” went the fumes of the gasoline ablaze from this ignorant mans misplaced cigarette. The gas station was no more and I frantically pulled out my phone to dial 911. My hands sweaty from the excitement I could get a grasp on my phone and I fell shattering into a million pieces.
As I got back on to my feet I saw a cowboy driving by in his bug red pick up truck. He saw the place was in flames. I had just gotten off the phone with the police they were sending a fire crew down to out the fire. The cowboy and I try to help put out some of the fire. I saw that the cowboy had some sand in the back of his truck. “Hey can we use some of that sand to put the fire out?”
“Let’s just try something!” I exclaimed in a state of panic. We rushed over to the back of his truck and grabbed bag after bag of sand. In this very stressful moment, I could not help but dream of being at my grandparent’s house in Spain, eating pineapple every morning before going out on a new adventure. This certainly wasn’t a vacation in Spain, and this was also not the time to be thinking about it. The cowboy and I ran over and dumped sand on the fire, the raging flames almost touching my face. It helped a bit, but the fire continued to roar. After 5 minutes, the fire department arrived, and put down the raging beast. “Did anyone besides us survive?” I asked sadly, already knowing the answer.