Lesson Learned

One lesson that I have learned quite recently is that when you vandalize someones house, don't be dumb and get caught. Better yet, don't even do it at all, what does it accomplish? You look stupid the next day at school when everyone is laughing at you for getting caught. It's just pointless. This weekend my house was egged, horribly by the way, by a group of 7 kids. They ended up getting stopped by the cops and were all giving tickets that same night. What's worse is they that admit to someone that is close to me they did it, and they gave out all the names of who was there. Stupid, right? I guess karma just works in mysterious ways. They got what they deserve and I'm pretty sure they won't be that ignorant anymore. That's a lesson we can all learn from, don't be foolish and try to get revenge on someone, it just makes you look dimwitted.

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.

Gossip Got Your Tongue?

In all conversations were triple filtered, then nobody would be angry at someone for talking about them behind their back. Triple filtering conversations would save a lot of people embarrassing moments, sad days, and lost friends.
I think people choose to gossip about other people because they feel if they tell someone something important, then maybe that person will accept them more. They forget about how the person they are talking about is going to feel, however.

Literary Elements: TAKS PT 3

Satire-a literary work holding up human vices and follies to ridicule or scorn.


Irony-the use of words to express somthing other than and esp. the opposite of the literal meaning.

Analogy-inference that if two or more things agree with one another in some respects they will probably agree in others.(hammer to nail; saw to cut)



Foreshadowing-to represent, indicate, or typify beforehand.

Figurative Language

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

2.Figure of Speech-a form of expression (as a smile or metaphor) used to convey meaning or heighten effect often by comparing or identifying one thing with another that has meaning or connotation familiar to the reader or listener.
Imagery-figurative language, mental images.
Trope-the use of a word or expression in a figurative sense.

3. All of these words have to deal with literary works. When reading a well written book, you can find many of these forms in it.

Story Spinners: Option 1

As the old man approached my friends and me, he tripped over his cane and fell over. I was the only one out of our bunch to go help him. Once he was on his feet, he shook my hand and told me thank you more times than I could count. He smiled at me and went on his way. My friends and I did the same.
We decided to play a game of football with the other kids. I decided to go barefoot since I run faster like that. I noticed the old man was sitting on his porch watching us play. He started laughing when my friend got tackled and started yelling gibberish at the other player. Soon he went back into his house. Once we finished, we all went back to my house to get a snack.
It started raining so my friends decided to go home. I didn't mind getting a little wet so i took my bicycle out from the garage and went looking for a few puddles. When I rode past the old man's house, I saw he was looking for a something in his garage. I rode back to my house and got our flashlight. When I returned, he was sitting down to tired to keep looking. I asked if I could help and he happily agreed. What we found was amazing. It was a old set of baseball cards that the man collected when he was a boy. He invited me into his house to look at them.
Apparently he really liked baseball. Inside was a trophy case full of gold gloves, ribbons, and trophies. There were posters of famous players with their signatures on them. The one thing I keep looking at was a baseball in a glass case. It was signed by none other then Cy Young. He offered me a drink and we sat down and looked at the cards. When we finished, he asked me if I liked baseball. I told him I loved playing, especially pitching.
"I'm getting old you know," said the man. "I just can't get around like I used to. My wife and son died in a car accident.
"Sorry to hear that, sir. Did he like baseball too?"
"Yes, you remind a lot of how he used to be, as well. I was meaning to give this ball to him when i died, but since you helped me today and that he is no longer here. I want you to have it."
I couldn't speak for some reason. He smiled and said that I had to take good care of it because not many people have a ball signed by Cy Young. He said it was getting late and that I needed to go. He handed me the ball in a little sack and I told him thank you. He watched me ride away until I was out of sight.
The next day, I went riding by the old man's house when I saw 2 or 3 cars outside along with a ambulance. I stopped and asked what happened. The driver said they got a call this morning saying that a man had passed away in his sleep. I realized it was the man that gave me his ball.
At his funeral when everyone had left, I dug a little hole in the soft dirt above his grave. I placed the ball in the sack and buried it in the hole. Maybe, he would like to give it to his son now.

Heaven

If i was able to picture my heaven, it would be very different from everyone else. I would see a baseball field, with an endless supply of my mothers tacos. I would have a nice place to stay but not to over dramatic. I'd be able to talk with my deceased family members that I never got to say goodbye to. Finally, I would be able to go see God on the big mountain to the side of where I stay. It would not be hard to travel there though because I would be able to just fly over and talk to him. I would ask him questions that I have always wanted to ask. Then, I'd fly back, and watch the world unfold under me.