Lesson Learned

I've always felt really comfortable around fire and very hot objects, like heated pipe and metal that's been welded on, for some reason. I've always had that sense of, "oh i'm not going to get burned, or i'm smart enough to not get hurt." What I didn't realize, however, is that all of the time's my mom told me to, "quit playing with the candles," she was actually trying to protect me. Well one day I was in Ag metal, using a cutting torch in wind pants and a sleeveless cotton shirt. Lets just say that those combination's don't go together very well. About thirty seconds after I had started welding, I noticed what smelled like something burning. Now when your cutting, your wearing a dark lens, so I couldn't see my leg. I noticed the temperature start to increase significantly, but I still didn't think that it was possible for me to catch on fire. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I took of the dark lense and looked to, to my great surprise, to see half of my leg covered in flame. I started yelling like never before, and Patrick ran and got the fire extingrisher and doused the flames. I learned a valuble lesson that day. Don't think that you are immune to certain dangers, because more than likely, your not.

comma what?

My father had left our house in the midst of a fight between Lindsey and my mother. My mother was trying to get Lindsey to go with her to the Y to swim. Without thinking, Lindsey had blared, "I'd rather die!", at the top of her lungs. My father watched as my mother froze, then burst fleeing to their bedroom to wail behind the door. He quietly tucked his notebook in his jacket pocket, took the car keys off the hook by the back door, and snuck out.

My conversations would probably be alot more boring then they already are. I don't necessarily repeat all the bad things i hear, but when i hear someone say, "do you know what so and so did," i'm all ears. I think that people relay gossip because they want to have some entertainment added to their lives. They also like the feeling of knowing that they know something that somebody else doesn't, and so they brag a little bit, and then they relay the rumor that they hear.

Satire- a literary work holding up human vices and follies to ridicule or scorn.
Irony- a pretense of ignorance and of willingness to learn from another assumed in order to make the others false conceptions conspicuous by adroit questioning.
Analogy- inference that if two or more things agree with one another in some respects they will probably agree in others
Foreshadowing- to represent, indicate, or typify beforehand.

figurative language

Figurative- expressing one thing in terms normally denoting another with which it may be regarded as analogous.

Figure of Speech- used to convey meaning or heighten effect often by comparing or identifying one thing with another that has a meaning or connotation familiar to the reader or listener.

Imagery- figurative language.

Trope- the use of a word or expression in a figurative sense.

All for of these additions to speech all attempt to add interest to a story. With out any figurative language, stories and comments would be boring and not worth telling.

Story spinners: Option_

As i regained consciousness, I remember asking, "Who are who, what are you doing, what do you want!?. It was the day before thanksgiving, in New York, New York. I had forgotten to get a few food items required to have a good thanksgiving meal. It was just beginning to drizzle, so I thought that if I hurried and took some shortcuts I could get my items before the rain picked up. I was cutting through an alley when all of a sudden a pair of headlights came out of nowhere. Two rough looking men got out of the car and demanded all the money I had. I was stubborn though, and wouldn't give it to them. Not one of my smarter ideas. Sensing that they would get it from me one way or another, I took off running and hid in an old vestibule, hidding behind an old grandfather clock. Somehow they went into that exact building and looked behind that exact clock on their first try. Pure luck if you ask me. They grabbed my arms and legs and took me back out to the alley. One of them hit me with something metal and heavy. I assume it was a crowbar. When I woke up, all of my money was gone, luckily not very much. I called the police, but since it was dark and rainy, I did not have a good description of the two men, so the call was in vain. I blame the police for not having any patrol men around, ensuring that these kinds of things don't happen. I sued the state government for a lack of crime prevention techniques, and had the 50 dollars stolen replaced, and left them with some serious thoughts of beefing up their anti crime programs.

what heaven is like

If i had to describe heaven, i would say that its covered with streets of gold, and filled with many mansions, where no worldly sorrows, hurts, and persecutions exist. There will be lots of great food, always available, located on solid gold tables. People will never be tired, and never have to sleep. Everyone will be kind and generous to each other, and beutaful music will always be played on dimond harps will golden strings, and solid gold flutes. I would like it if you could still play sports in heaven, like basketball and baseball, except without all of the anger and yelling. The best part of heaven would be that you would get to meet the God that created everything that we marvel at today, and we would get to talk to him and worship him. I don't for certain now what heaven will be like, but I do know for shore that I won't ever worry about another late homework assignment, and I won't ever be yelled at for doing something stupid again.

I think what Suzie's father meant by,"trapped in a perfect world" is that the penguin did not have anything to fear. He was in his own little world in which he was protected from all of the outside things that might want to hurt him. He had everything that he needed to be happy in his snow globe. I think Suzie does consider herself trapped because she can no longer influence thing down on earth. She can only watch and listen. I don't think she really sees it as a perfect world because it is missing a few essential elements. The most important being that she misses her mom terribly. Even if she had her mom, i think that she would still long to be on earth, where she could interact, learn new things, and be with those that she loved, like her sister.

Shakespeare languege

We were sailing upon the open ocean, our chambers at the ready for any threat that might oppose us. Suddenly an opposing ship was coming one our port, the crew's chapes drawn and ready to kill. They raised their cressets, a sign that they would take no quarter. Despite our efforts to remain hidden, there discoverers found us. They were trying to emboss until we either died for lack of food, or turned and killed them. They had better hope that they killed us all, for if we captured them, we would stick them in our engines. We were ensheilded by a coral reefs and sandbars, so they could not get to us. They turned away yelling "Thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathful dove, or most magnanimous mouse." We were safe for now, but they would be sure to try and find us again.

[Thou] foul defacer of God's handiwork.

Shakespeare is saying that whatever you do you are messing up everything you come in contact with. What ever is good, you corrupt it.

What Ralph Waldo Emerson is saying is that different people get angered at different things. Some people will get angry at the littlest things, while with others it is almost impossible to get them angry. The people that boil at the cooler degrees are angered more easily than the people who reach boiling point at higher degrees.

Eight years ago today, I was in Mrs. Madison's class. It was just a normal day until I got home. My mom was watching the TV. It was then I learned that the world trade centers had fallen. I was young at the time, so I didn't really understand the magnitude of the situation. I remember that nine eleven was the headline of the news for weeks, even months. Even today, Americans still remember all to well what happened eight years ago today. Even twenty years from now Americans will still remember what happened that cursed day, and remembering who it was that was responsible for it.
The terrorists attacked America for one reason. Holy Jihad. In the Koran it says that if a Muslim dies killing a christian, or other religion that is not Muslim, they will automatically be able to go to heaven. I don't know why, but Muslims have always hated the west, and since we claim to be a christian nation, that made us the ultimate enemy to them.
I don't know anyone personally that was involved in 9/11, but our church had a gut that was on the 90th or so floor and escaped alive. His name was Sujo John. He said it had changed his life forever. He now is grateful for every day, even when things aren't going his way, and he appreciates the little time we have left on earth.
If I had to write a story about 9/11, I would use the view point of someone who had gotten out of the towers alive. I would tell people that it was by the grace of God that I was still alive. I would explain the terror that I had felt at the time, but maybe also a little by of sympathy for the terrosts in the planes, because now they are doomed eternally to hell.

Because the arduous nature of the job, the few people who did made good money.

If a good friend told me to do something, but I knew it was wrong, I would hopefully not do it. My morales are more important than the peer pressure that friends give. Giving in to a friend could cost you your life, but following what you believe in will more than likely keep you safe.

The lovely bones

Since the book "The Lovely Bones", is a mystery novel, I'm not much interested in it. I wouldn't mind reading it in class, but i don't think it would be one of my favorites. It doesn't appear to realy have a plot, it's just kind of random things happening. The part were the bad guy gets hit by an icicle and falls into a ravine is mildly interesting, but also very random. Maybe I just can't comprehend the "greater meaning" of the story. Like I said earlier, I wouldn't mind reading it in class. It can't be any worse than Romeo and Juliet.

Why Blog?

One good reason for blogging is that I can now talk to anybody and ask for help on homework papers, and inform people of important things that are coming up. Another reason that I can possibly earn money if enough people visit my blog. That reason by itself is enough motivation to create a blog.