Tuesday, March 25, 2008
post b
The end of the book was so amazing. It really shows how if you have faith and passion huge things can be acomplished. Cup's boss helps her to go to rehab. Its an amazing experience for her and she becomes sober. She also learns to take the blame whihc she had always placed on someone else throughout the book. She also got a great sponsor named venita who lived the same lifestyle that cup had onced lived. shed sold rental furniture, eaten top ramen and had no electricity because they smoked that money up. She couldnt have been happier. I really likes this book alot. I like because its gritty in details of her life that you dont want to hear. But her struggle to survive keeps you interested the whole time. Your hoping for her to make it but at certain areas of the book it seems as if there is no hope in sight and you wonder what will happen. its great to see her success and making through law school and where she is today. good jobQ
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Vocabulary
Withdrawl's: (p.345)Discontinuation of the use of an addictive substance.
Sedative: (p.347)a sedative drug or agent.
"My heart was pounding a mile a minute." (p.345) this is an example of personification. Hearts are organs in the human body. They don not have legs and its ridiculous to say that they could run that fast. Its showing how nervous and jittery/ excited she is.
"It's thick brown branches stretched out over the garden like a maze suspended in air [...]" (p.349) This is an example of a metaphor. Its using like to compare brown branches to a garden maze. They are two unlike things.
"She was smiling like a kid in a f@#$%^&* candy store." (p.352) This is a metaphor because its comparing to unlike things a smile to a child in a candy store. Its very cliche but always is a fun one.
This is the last line of the book and really shows the overal ending theme of redemption and hope- (p.460) "They think im outstanding? They think i have character? Dont they know who i am?
The quiet voice responded.
Of course they do."
Withdrawl's: (p.345)Discontinuation of the use of an addictive substance.
Sedative: (p.347)a sedative drug or agent.
"My heart was pounding a mile a minute." (p.345) this is an example of personification. Hearts are organs in the human body. They don not have legs and its ridiculous to say that they could run that fast. Its showing how nervous and jittery/ excited she is.
"It's thick brown branches stretched out over the garden like a maze suspended in air [...]" (p.349) This is an example of a metaphor. Its using like to compare brown branches to a garden maze. They are two unlike things.
"She was smiling like a kid in a f@#$%^&* candy store." (p.352) This is a metaphor because its comparing to unlike things a smile to a child in a candy store. Its very cliche but always is a fun one.
This is the last line of the book and really shows the overal ending theme of redemption and hope- (p.460) "They think im outstanding? They think i have character? Dont they know who i am?
The quiet voice responded.
Of course they do."
He was born in the suburbs.
His mom was a teacher and his dad was a lawyer.
They always expected the best.
Too bad for them, they had randy.
He was a bad kid, at the age of eleven he had his first drink. at the age of thirteen he had his first ciggarete. and at the age of thirteen and a half he tried weed and that opened up the gates of hell.
His parents Eric and Diane had done everything to raise him well, but he was a bad seed.
It didnt help that his best friend, Ron Beasley, encouraged the behavior. They first sent him to treatment when he was fourteen. He ran away. They sent him again when he was fifteen and a half. He had Ron sneak him in narcotics.
Now he was a senior at George Washington high school.
The SATs next weekend, his father said.
Yeah i know, i bought a review book.
you havent opened it once.
In his mind he saw it-on the basement floor, next to the bar, alcohol spilled on it after a night of hard partying.
What would his parents say if they new he and ron had thrown a party the night of his grandma’s 85th birthday?
There was no way he’d pass his SAT. absolutely no way.
That night he picked up ron.
There’s no way im going to pass my SAT.
And do you honetly think i will? We’ve been hanging out since 6th grade and have always been drowning at the C level.
We’ve got to pass-ASU is our dream school, dude.
Well, what are our options?
Randy pondered.
Well we could study together.
no.
We could hire tutors.
Only in they’re hot. so no.
Or we could steal the awnsers.
Now your talking!!
That night they went back to randy’s basement and plotted the scheme.
He grabbed two beers out of his bar fridge.
Your parents are oblivious. Seriously.
Ha, i know. They know im a bad kid, i think they ve given up. But if i get into asu, they’d be so happy. They’d know im not just a screw up.
Ok focus. Ms Roberts is one of the facilitators of the SAT, i know shes on the board for it. Im pretty sure that i once saw her putting a folder labeled SAT in her lower desk drawre.
Wow Ron, you would remember that, creep. You have a crush on Robert’s!
Shut up jerk off. i’m pretty sure that the janitors leave door seven open on the weekends. all we have to do is wait until everyone is gone this friday night, sneak in, get the test and pass with flying colors this saturday!
And how are you sure that no teachers will be there?
If there are teachers there will just say were going to robotics club meeting.
haha. likely story.
Alright go home , rest up.
I cant drive.
Dose it look like i can.
His mom was a teacher and his dad was a lawyer.
They always expected the best.
Too bad for them, they had randy.
He was a bad kid, at the age of eleven he had his first drink. at the age of thirteen he had his first ciggarete. and at the age of thirteen and a half he tried weed and that opened up the gates of hell.
His parents Eric and Diane had done everything to raise him well, but he was a bad seed.
It didnt help that his best friend, Ron Beasley, encouraged the behavior. They first sent him to treatment when he was fourteen. He ran away. They sent him again when he was fifteen and a half. He had Ron sneak him in narcotics.
Now he was a senior at George Washington high school.
The SATs next weekend, his father said.
Yeah i know, i bought a review book.
you havent opened it once.
In his mind he saw it-on the basement floor, next to the bar, alcohol spilled on it after a night of hard partying.
What would his parents say if they new he and ron had thrown a party the night of his grandma’s 85th birthday?
There was no way he’d pass his SAT. absolutely no way.
That night he picked up ron.
There’s no way im going to pass my SAT.
And do you honetly think i will? We’ve been hanging out since 6th grade and have always been drowning at the C level.
We’ve got to pass-ASU is our dream school, dude.
Well, what are our options?
Randy pondered.
Well we could study together.
no.
We could hire tutors.
Only in they’re hot. so no.
Or we could steal the awnsers.
Now your talking!!
That night they went back to randy’s basement and plotted the scheme.
He grabbed two beers out of his bar fridge.
Your parents are oblivious. Seriously.
Ha, i know. They know im a bad kid, i think they ve given up. But if i get into asu, they’d be so happy. They’d know im not just a screw up.
Ok focus. Ms Roberts is one of the facilitators of the SAT, i know shes on the board for it. Im pretty sure that i once saw her putting a folder labeled SAT in her lower desk drawre.
Wow Ron, you would remember that, creep. You have a crush on Robert’s!
Shut up jerk off. i’m pretty sure that the janitors leave door seven open on the weekends. all we have to do is wait until everyone is gone this friday night, sneak in, get the test and pass with flying colors this saturday!
And how are you sure that no teachers will be there?
If there are teachers there will just say were going to robotics club meeting.
haha. likely story.
Alright go home , rest up.
I cant drive.
Dose it look like i can.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
creative writing
My idols life story
Before I got my pony, I was a loser. I wasn’t even on the cheerleading team when I was twelve. None of the kids wanted to hang out with me. They were too busy smoking pot behind the 7-11. I guess you could say I was kinda a nerd. I read science fiction and pretended that I was in it. I made realistic space shuttles and would have my dad shake them furiously to get the feel of take off. I would be winded and exhausted. My mom would make me a tuna fish sandwich without the tuna. When I was twelve I colored in pokemon coloring books. I didn’t color in the lines. Pikachu was my favorite. I was the biggest pokemon dealer on the block. All the kids came to me to get their fix. Sixth grade was rough for me. My Pokemon career helped but it couldn’t hide my pain. One day after a boy had thrown a ham sandwich at me, I went home and sat in my spaceship and picked the ham out of my hair. My mom knocked on the side. “Aggie, can you come out of there please?” I replied by growling like a beast. “Well just look at this...” her voice faded away as a pink paper fell into my world. CHEER TRYOUTS Well I guess it wouldn’t hurt. Suddenly a cow boy galloped up to the house. “Neeeeigh” said the cowboy. “Hi daddy.” “Whets that you’re riding?” “Well it’s a pony, Ag.” “Oh, it looks like a big dog.” “It’s for you!” “Um ok?”
The next day she rode her pony to school. All the kids crowded around Aggie! “You are so popular!” they shouted. Aggie grinned. She was hot stuff. That day Aggie tried out for the cheer team. She got captain! Apparently she had a hidden cheer talent. Who knew!
Before I got my pony, I was a loser. I wasn’t even on the cheerleading team when I was twelve. None of the kids wanted to hang out with me. They were too busy smoking pot behind the 7-11. I guess you could say I was kinda a nerd. I read science fiction and pretended that I was in it. I made realistic space shuttles and would have my dad shake them furiously to get the feel of take off. I would be winded and exhausted. My mom would make me a tuna fish sandwich without the tuna. When I was twelve I colored in pokemon coloring books. I didn’t color in the lines. Pikachu was my favorite. I was the biggest pokemon dealer on the block. All the kids came to me to get their fix. Sixth grade was rough for me. My Pokemon career helped but it couldn’t hide my pain. One day after a boy had thrown a ham sandwich at me, I went home and sat in my spaceship and picked the ham out of my hair. My mom knocked on the side. “Aggie, can you come out of there please?” I replied by growling like a beast. “Well just look at this...” her voice faded away as a pink paper fell into my world. CHEER TRYOUTS Well I guess it wouldn’t hurt. Suddenly a cow boy galloped up to the house. “Neeeeigh” said the cowboy. “Hi daddy.” “Whets that you’re riding?” “Well it’s a pony, Ag.” “Oh, it looks like a big dog.” “It’s for you!” “Um ok?”
The next day she rode her pony to school. All the kids crowded around Aggie! “You are so popular!” they shouted. Aggie grinned. She was hot stuff. That day Aggie tried out for the cheer team. She got captain! Apparently she had a hidden cheer talent. Who knew!
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
b
in this large part of the book alot of changes happen. It starts with cup and her half sister moving in together. Cups half sister has a son named jonathan hes about 4. The new moms think theyre doing a great job. yeah there are tons of party, booze, drugs and man all over the place, but they take care of things. Not so much. The apartment which was crappy to begin with, is now completely trashed. Heineken bottles cover the walls and the apartment is rat infested. After the failed move cup kicks kelly out of the house. A few weeks later shes at the club gerttig her drank and her dance on. a tall handsom black man approaches her and they spend the whole night dancing and talking. That night he gose home with cup. They next morning cup awakens thinking the mysterious male will be gone. Nope. Hes sitting in her living room wathcing tv. He had been waiting to go out to breakfast. how ador. They fall in luuuuuurve.
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thwart- (p.195) –verb (used with object)
1. to oppose successfully; prevent from accomplishing a purpose.
Balked (310) v. intr.
To stop short and refuse to go on: The horse balked at the jump.
To refuse obstinately or abruptly: She balked at the very idea of compromise
[...] "My Heroin use had skyrocketed." (p.196) This is an example of personification. She takes an adiction to heroin and compares it to something flying off into the sky. Its simple but still a metaphor.
"I felt like i had found a long lost relative." (p. 197) This is an example of a simlie because it compares finding a new friend to finding a long lost relative.
"[...] dirty white curtains stung like hell." This is an example of a similie and personification. Its a similie because they stunk LIKE hell. Its personification because curtains cant sting you.
"i fell in love with tommy because he never tried to change me." (p.203) I like this quote because its really cute. I loved cup and tommy together.
an emerging theme is love and new begginings.
1. to oppose successfully; prevent from accomplishing a purpose.
Balked (310) v. intr.
To stop short and refuse to go on: The horse balked at the jump.
To refuse obstinately or abruptly: She balked at the very idea of compromise
[...] "My Heroin use had skyrocketed." (p.196) This is an example of personification. She takes an adiction to heroin and compares it to something flying off into the sky. Its simple but still a metaphor.
"I felt like i had found a long lost relative." (p. 197) This is an example of a simlie because it compares finding a new friend to finding a long lost relative.
"[...] dirty white curtains stung like hell." This is an example of a similie and personification. Its a similie because they stunk LIKE hell. Its personification because curtains cant sting you.
"i fell in love with tommy because he never tried to change me." (p.203) I like this quote because its really cute. I loved cup and tommy together.
an emerging theme is love and new begginings.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
poem
Summer
The leaves are changing
Plants are dying
School is about to start again
But when I look back on my summer
I remember how fun it has been
Watching movies and staying up late
Going to parties and looking great
Hanging out with friends
And playing outside
Watching my aunt become a bride
How I’ll miss the summer
And getting away from my brother
Riding my pony
Turning 13
And making the cheerleading team
Oh how I’ll miss the summer
With all its joy and fun
Hanging out with friends
And lapping in the Sun.
Kathryn Kwasny
2)I like this poem because it was writen by a young girl discussing her summer and how it would be missed. It was descriptive yet simple.
3)The title is summer. It relates to the poem because the poem is all about this young girls experience with summer.
4)The girl uses repetion and consonance. She repeats oh how i will miss the summer twice to emphassize how much she will miss it. She also uses consonance at the end of lines.
5)The tone of the poem is refelctive but happy. She created this by using a reflected past tense also describing the summer- "watching my aunt become a bride" made me think of a beautiful summer wedding outdoors.
The leaves are changing
Plants are dying
School is about to start again
But when I look back on my summer
I remember how fun it has been
Watching movies and staying up late
Going to parties and looking great
Hanging out with friends
And playing outside
Watching my aunt become a bride
How I’ll miss the summer
And getting away from my brother
Riding my pony
Turning 13
And making the cheerleading team
Oh how I’ll miss the summer
With all its joy and fun
Hanging out with friends
And lapping in the Sun.
Kathryn Kwasny
2)I like this poem because it was writen by a young girl discussing her summer and how it would be missed. It was descriptive yet simple.
3)The title is summer. It relates to the poem because the poem is all about this young girls experience with summer.
4)The girl uses repetion and consonance. She repeats oh how i will miss the summer twice to emphassize how much she will miss it. She also uses consonance at the end of lines.
5)The tone of the poem is refelctive but happy. She created this by using a reflected past tense also describing the summer- "watching my aunt become a bride" made me think of a beautiful summer wedding outdoors.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
post a b
8 ball: a drug reference about cocaine, 8 oz of it.
wince1 [wins] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation verb, winced, winc·ing, noun
–verb (used without object)
1. to draw back or tense the body, as from pain or from a blow; start; flinch.
"anger began to rise in me.: (p 112) This is personification because anger (an emotion) cant actualy rise.
"turning tricks was like a business arrangement for me." (p 125) Its a similie because its comparing being a prostitiute to havving a business arrangement.
[...] "butterflies in my stomach would sit still." (p.145) This is personifcation. It deals with butterflies in a stomach. Butterflies dont belong in your stomach.
a theme is struggle.
In this section of the book cupcake is sent to live with her aunt in compton.h er cousin sly is in the crips game and as expected cup joins. Loving the perks of being the leaders cousin- she gets more drugs, booze and learns quickly. She learns about stealing doing tricks and when a homie dies how to move on. She struggles to keep her drinking and drugs in line and steals alot. She loves the power she has when holding agun. Or when threatening someone. Later after getting hurt in a gang fight cup is sent to the hospital where they give her the unfortunate news that shes going back to live with diane. grr. we thoight things were looking up! Cup and Sly are very upset. Throuhg the years of living togtehre they have become more than cousins.
wince1 [wins] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation verb, winced, winc·ing, noun
–verb (used without object)
1. to draw back or tense the body, as from pain or from a blow; start; flinch.
"anger began to rise in me.: (p 112) This is personification because anger (an emotion) cant actualy rise.
"turning tricks was like a business arrangement for me." (p 125) Its a similie because its comparing being a prostitiute to havving a business arrangement.
[...] "butterflies in my stomach would sit still." (p.145) This is personifcation. It deals with butterflies in a stomach. Butterflies dont belong in your stomach.
a theme is struggle.
In this section of the book cupcake is sent to live with her aunt in compton.h er cousin sly is in the crips game and as expected cup joins. Loving the perks of being the leaders cousin- she gets more drugs, booze and learns quickly. She learns about stealing doing tricks and when a homie dies how to move on. She struggles to keep her drinking and drugs in line and steals alot. She loves the power she has when holding agun. Or when threatening someone. Later after getting hurt in a gang fight cup is sent to the hospital where they give her the unfortunate news that shes going back to live with diane. grr. we thoight things were looking up! Cup and Sly are very upset. Throuhg the years of living togtehre they have become more than cousins.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
writing territories
I have an issue with the school librarian. She constantly harasses me and is very rude. On the coldest day of winter, i went to the library to register for classes. I had brought a blanket in from the car. The librarian looked at me with a stare that meant business. i shrudderd scared that she would strike me with a book. Instead she said "Why are you wearing that?" "I am cold! Its so cold outside." I replied. She looked at me and glared as she walked away. The next day we went and blogged with Mr. Miles. I had a water bottle in the lab and apparenly theres a rule against this. Un beknowst to me i was guzzling it when the librarian came and snatched it away from me. Right next to me, Annie, was drinking sher water in a frenzy. BUt the librarian didnt snap at her! Oh NO! she just snnaped at me. Now everytime i come in the library the librarian scolds at me. Im on her bad list.
creative writing
I am a creative writer. I like to write creative things. Poems and short stories are fun things to write. I think that writing thesis are not fun at all. Writing that is done for school is usualy not fun for me. Essays and writing for classes like math make me want to die. I like to read magazines and novels or memoirs that are interting or relevant to my life. Memoirs with people who have a dramatic story appeal more than one about a politician. I really liked books such as- "A Child Called It", "Wasted" and "A Piece of Cake". These books are all memoirs about peopl who go through tragic events but overcome them. For example "A Child Called It" is about a man who was abused as a child horrificly but somehow he surrvived. I dont really write when i dont have a school assignment. i txt and email people. I also use facebook to communicate with people. Ocassionaly i will write a letter maybe to my grandma. Older people seem to like getting letters.
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