Beautiful? Your rays are so bright, blinding as you. They are orange, yellow, or white, I cannot tell. The warmth they give is loving, like mother to her son. But when with too much your love burns me. Your love reaches all of Earth. Even lightens the darkest parts of its soul. Your rays like arms and fingers reach into the darkness of Earths soul. Beautiful.
Friday, October 24, 2014
Overall, your employees are very incompetent and sometimes stupid. We saw many supried to see you could wheel a suitcase around. When they saw people like us wheeling a suitcase and holding a carry on, (two actions at once) you could see jaws hit the floor. It must be nice being that stupid, every time you wake up it is a whole new adventure because you are to stupid to remember yesterday, But I can't assume, just ask your workers for a legitimate explanation. If you want to prevent plane hijacking and bombing, please make sure your employees use common sense, are literate, and have the ability to use critical thinking skills to solve a two step problem.
Monday, October 20, 2014
According to The Plot Sickens most students tested with writing a story when the first two sentences given, the endings are sad and or tragic. Mine was, too, but for other reasons besides culture. The only aspect effected by my culture where military is often thought of and advanced is the implicit telling of an airborne operation. It ends with saying few will survive, but not because I wanted them to die. Most might have lived if I was to continue the story. Originally, I was going to do a story of an average plane ride. This of course would be boring especially because it was explicit as in nothing for the audience to figure themselves. I realized I could make the children low level soldiers and the outnumbered adults officers and generals. Also, seeing they are an airborne division I had them heroically jump to battle. There was little time left in class to complete the draft so instead of saying they all lived and make you happy, I showed how war really is, there is one victor. In this story it obviously was not the Americans which I made the gloomy fog show. This is why the fog "thickened and grew darker" as the soldiers thought of it more. This is how my story is not really like what the author says.
However, I see how she came to her conclusion. Many children are influenced by culture. This is how many people come to conclusions of others too. Children as they grow like to play as if they were in the army. They also find other violent aspect of life interesting. If they are to grow up with violence, drugs, or alcohol around them, they will most probably incorporate it in their writing like the students. Therefore, as I agree with the author of The Plot Sickens, although, my story is an exception.
I'm lying in this trunk thinking of how to get out. The murderer left the other cops gun in here but I don't know where it is. I'll wait for him to stop. That's what I'll do. The brake lights flash. No sight of it. A few minutes later their on for a while I look but am blinded by the blood of the cheif.
Monday, October 6, 2014
Jim- mental patient
Rick- Jim's best friend
Mary- Random teenager
Jim: Um... No... I didn't get that job. Laughing
Rick: I'm sorry.
Jim: It' okay you get yours? Laughing hard
Rick: Yeah, I got to go tomorrow. I won't be able to see you but maybe later in the week.
Jim: Ha don't worry 'bout me it's all chill. Giggling
Rick: Jokingly What you laughing at, ha.
Jim: I dunno.
Mary: Bumping into Rick What's your problem?
Mary: You. Thanks fer askin'.
Jim: Ya'll know each other?
Rick and Mary: No!
Jim: Sorry I-
Mary: Shu'up nobody asked you.
Rick: Hey, he's my friend don't you dare speak to him like that.
Mary: Really what you gunna do? You got to really have low standards to like him. Just look at 'em.
Rick: You say one more thing about him your family will be burying you tomorrow!
Mary: Your an idiot just like him. Jim starts to sob
Rick: You shut up you piece of crap! Jim sobbing more while frightened
Mary: You baby shu'up!
Rick: Trying to hold it in I told you this is your last chance go away.
Mary: Make me!
Rick infuriated clenches his first and thrusts one at her nose. Mary falls on her butt. Jim screams, cries and runs off.
Rick: What nothing else to add? You sure? Thought so.