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.

Love :)

Paul Laurence Dunbar

If

If life were but a dream, my Love,
And death the waking time;
If day had not a beam, my Love,
And night had not a rhyme, --
A barren, barren world were this
Without one saving gleam;
I'd only ask that with a kiss
You'd wake me from the dream.

If dreaming were the sum of days,
And loving were the bane;
If battling for a wreath of bays
Could soothe a heart in pain, --
I'd scorn the meed of battle's might,
All other aims above
I'd choose the human's higher right,
To suffer and to love!

http://www.poetry.com/lovepoems/lovepoems.asp

I believe the theme of this poem is what if we all chose to love? To live a life around love. To suffer because of love, but to be joyous because of love. Our life would seem to be a dream if we loved all our waking moments, for love is like a dream. The metaphors that jumped out at me were the way it talked about the night having a rhyme and the day having a beam. The day's beam and the nights rhyme is the limit of love we are able to express because of a limit of time. This poem shows that if we centered our life around love that we would be happy but we would suffer, because to love is to live but to love is to suffer as well.
Make sense at all?
It does to me, but maybe not to you.

Poetry Critique

"The Happiest Day" by Edgar Allan Poe

The happiest day -- the happiest hour
My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.

Of power! said I? yes! such I ween;
But they have vanish'd long, alas!
The visions of my youth have been-
But let them pass.

And, pride, what have I now with thee?
Another brow may even inherit
The venom thou hast pour'd on me
Be still, my spirit!

The happiest day -- the happiest hour
Mine eyes shall see -- have ever seen,
The brightest glance of pride and power,
I feel- have been:

But were that hope of pride and power
Now offer'd with the pain
Even then I felt -- that brightest hour
I would not live again:

For on its wing was dark alloy,
And, as it flutter'd -- fell
An essence -- powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well.

I chose this peom because it is of happiness, and of saddness. When I first glanced at it I thought it would be of the happiest day of his life, but it is also of the worst. The irony of the title intrigues me. He has seen the happiest day, he will see the happiest hour, and as it flutter'd--fell. As his happiness was at its peak, it had to fall at some point. Poe is focusing on happiness, to the naked eye, but also grief to those who look deeper into the poem. A wonderful metaphor is used to describe that desend from happiness to sad: "For on its wing was dark alloy, And, as it flutter'd--fell. "The venom thou hast pour'd on me Be still, my spirit!". This is to me a wonderful example of imagery.

Update later, Kelly!

Smile

Riding the bus can be a drag if you've got no one to talk with. Waiting alone at the bus stop can be much more lonesome. I am lucky enough to have some interesting characters in my neighborhood, so catching and riding the bus has never really been a bore. As we drive by countless children waiting at their bus stops, I wonder why so many look so glum. Not often a smile seen on a loner's face; us humans are truly a social race. As we were winding through one of Edina's confusing back roads, I noticed a girl standing all alone at her stop. She looked sad. Maybe she was just bored. I decided to smile at her as we drove by. She immediately looked up at me, and a smile all her own stretched across her still half asleep face. Her smile made my smile grow. Does this make you think, bloggers? It sure makes me think. What if every person you passed on the road decided to smile your way? What if every time you were walking down the hall and you saw that one person walking down the other end, nearing closer and closer, they decided to say hi instead of awkwardly ignoring you? I wish smiles were more prevalent in our daily lives. A smile can brighten a day, whether you realize it or not. I could be having a terrible day, but if I see that one stranger that decides to present me with a happy face and a quick "how's it going?", my day will be slightly better. You may view me as weird, maybe even a little creepy and awkward at times, but I simply try to be kind to those near me. You may never see me again in you life, but at least you made my acquaintance for a moment, at least you and I received positive energy.

Smile, kids.

Personal Narrative

"Taylor and I wandered around, and became friends instantly. I was glad to have met this Taylor Shcolz girl, but I didn't realize I would soon laugh at this night from seventh grade at the Weber warming house party."

I believe this needs re-wording, yes?

Titles and Such

Possible titles for my personal narrative:

A Simple Sunshine Daydream
One Fish, Two Fish, Smiley True Fish
My Best Friend, Stranger

Hello, Bloggers. The sun has poked his head out of the clouds few times today. It is muggy, but today is a good day. I got a sparkly, gold smiley face on my college essay for American Literature :). 37/40, not bad. I also received 11/11 on my Spanish quiz. Not bad at all man! I am excited to brag to the 'rents about how I am doing so well. Taylor is coming over after school for belated birthday dinner tonight, but we are playing with Louissa for a bit before. Playing in the woods, yay! My stomach is quite chatty; I cannot wait to silence him with the wonderful buffet of Seshuan Star (sp?), my favorite restaurant of all time. My family and I have gone to Seshuan long enough for the family to know my family personally. We go there for my birthday every year.
Class ends in a minute.

Peace, my friends.

Discover

"Don't leave without shoes!" My question is, why? Do you not get joy from the feeling of soil below your feet? Does the freedom to twist and curl and crack your roots not make your day like it does for me? How sweaty you must get in these prisons they call shoes, my darling toes! Now just because my feet are free to do as they please does not mean they don't give me trouble. Boy, do they give me trouble. My feet are small, hard, dirty, cracked and beyond worn (trust me when I say this; they are worn). Fetus Feet, as called by some, have blessed me with ages of service. Two days shy of seventeen, I have not yet started Drivers Ed. Why, you ask? A fair share of people i know count down the days till they can finally get behind the wheel and hit the open road. But not I. I couldn't dream of denying my friends the ability to wander. Their health may be a concern to most, but they don't mind. Like mother like daughter. "But don't your feet hurt?" people love to ask. No, I'm a bit past that. My feet are simply callouses; hard as the ground I walk on. Others may choose to conform to the need to wear shoes, but I will not need mother to be away to let my children play.