The Secret Me Life of Bees

The Secret Life of Bees takes place during the Civil Rights Movement. It is about a young girl named Lily who, after accidently killing her mother, runs away from home with her house slave, Rosaleen. Lily takes Rosaleen from the hospital, for her fate lies in jail if she stays for spilling her snuff spit all over


UPDATE

The man!

Part I

Obama has become our new president. How great it feels to be a citizen of the United States of America! I enjoy change. I can't wait for this change.
Three things I'd ask our new president?
1. How does it feel to be the first black president in the history of the United States? (That's kind of a given, but oh well).
2.What are your proposals to end our current war?
3. How does it feel to have such an impact as to really unite the United States of America?
I ask this last question because last night, the race was far from close. The people of our country knew what they wanted, and that was for Obama to change things.

Part II

I believe in four years we will be out of Iraq. I believe the US citizens will feel more connected. The upper class will most likely have higher taxes, but if used correctly, that will make it so we can live more equally. I'm hoping we will make progress towards eliminating homelessness and approaching the goal for universal health care. I believe I will be attending some collage majoring in psychology and writing. I believe I will still be with Oliver Jacobson, maybe living at the house with his parents. Its smart to live with parents as long as possible, if its not an uncomfortable atmosphere, because you should be spending money on college and things of that sort.

Love Poem

It makes us smile

it makes us glad

but sometimes he can make us mad.

He makes us mad

when we're without

or when sometimes he gives us doubt.

Sometimes he, or is he she

can fill the sad with endless glee!

Can tell a story

be said without thought

but this dear friend, mus'nt be bought.

For sometimes he

or even she

can rip happy and glee from me.

But if strong

we'll make it through

no four words as powerful

as the phrase, "I love you".

October 30th

Tomorrow= the day of the dead!!!!!!!!!!!! also Rodney's birthday, yay.
What will you be?
I will be a faerie. I wanted to be a gypsy, but my parents will not buy me a costume. I was thinking that I could just use clothes of my own from in my closet, but that's boring. So I will be stealing my sisters faerie costume and wearing it. It is purple and has pretty wings. My friends Taylor and Louisa will be trick or treating with me in my neighborhood because it is the best place for candy. Is it silly that we are still trick or treating at the age of seventeen? I think not! After trick or treating I was going to sleep over at Oliver's. I hope I actually end up doing so. We were going to hang out on Halloween and watch scary movies but he has to work. Oliver is trying to get someone to take his shift but I doubt it will happen because its Halloween and no one wants to take that shift! So, I'm very excited for Halloween tomorrow.
I'm also very tired, however. Thankfully, I got to sleep last night. It was the first time in weeks I could say I got a full nights sleep, only waking up once!

Playing With Poetry

-Rhythm: movement or procedure with uniform or patterned recurrence of a beat, accent, or the like. or a patterned repetition of a motif, formal element, etc., at regular or irregular intervals in the same or a modified form.

-Rhyme scheme: the pattern of rhymes used in a poem, usually marked by letters to symbolize correspondences, as rhyme royal, ababbcc.

-Alliteration: the commencement of two or more words of a word group with the same letter.

-Anaphora: repetition of a word or words at the beginning of two or more successive verses, clauses, or sentences.

-Consonance: the use of the repetition of consonants or consonant patterns as a rhyming device.

-Assonance: rhyme in which the same vowel sounds are used with different consonants in the stressed syllables of the rhyming words.

Toby

I made a new friend this weekend. My new friend is named Toby. Toby is a little stuffed dog that Ollie won for me in a clawmachine. Ollie and I didn't go to homecomming, we went out to eat instead. We were then going to have a hotel room rented out but Mike's credit card wouldn't work and neither I or Ollie are eighteen so we can't rent out our own hotel room. Anywho, we went out to eat at California Pizza Kitchen, and then wandered around the mall for a little bit. Neither of us had been to Southdale for a while so we didn't realize there were now clawmachines there. Ollie likes to win me things, so he tried to win me a friend from the machine. The machine was rigged, of course, so it was difficult at first! The claw would pick up an animal, start to bring it over to the entryway to my world, but the grasp the claw had on my friend would losten and he would fall back to his doom. Ollie wouldn't give up though, for he knew I wanted a puppy or dragon or teddy real badly. That is when Toby was chosen. A little brown puppy with a macaroni nose was caught by the claw, and released from his prison. Toby was happy as can be to have a new mommy like me. As Ollie and I crawled into bed that night, we had our new friend Toby to keep us company.

Metaphor: Butterfly

Love is a butterfly.

I believe love is a butterfly because butterflies are beautiful and free. Love is beautiful and it, in our country, is a right we possess to express how we wish. But love is also a butterfly because some are hurt and fall and die. Love grows over time the way a butterfly goes through metamorphosis and changes into something else.