Winter Break

I HATE GOLDFISH!!!!!!!  But I love G.B.A.N.  My winter break was like all the others except for me going to Louisville for basketball.  On Christmas Eve I spent the day with my mom's side of the family and with my step dad's family.  Christmas day I went to Dayton and spent the day with my dad's side of the family.  All I got for Christmas was money and clothes.  The next thing I did on winter break was go to Louisville with the basketball team for a tournament.  We won our first game and we celebrated in the hotel.  I brought silly string and at night most of our team got one of our teammates while he was sleeping.  It was really funny.  The next game we lost and the hotel was relevantly quiet.  The next day we went to the mall fro lunch and to shop for 3 hrs.  I bought some Nike elite socks, a shirt the said "Lazy But Talented" and a ninja turtle hat.  Two of my teammates bought the ninja turtle hat also and we walked around the mall wearing it.  Everyone laughed at us and one guy stopped us and took our picture.  Unfortunately we lost our game after that and we ended up getting fourth place in the tournament.  For New Years I went back to my grandparents house in Dayton to celebrate, it was really boring because there were no kids there my age.  There were older people and younger people but nobody my age.  One of my cousins was my age but he wasn't there, he went to a friends house who was having a party.  I did stop by to see him but I didn't stay long.  And that was my winter break, duces.

Thanksgiving

Most of my thanksgiving day I spent sleeping.  The only time I got up was when people arrived at my house.  Even then i tried to stay asleep but my annoying cousins woke me up.  So I ate dinner, and played with my cousins a little.  At around 6 everyone had to leave because my mom and I had to get ready for work.  We worked at Toys R Us.  We had to be there at 7 and I didn't get off untill 7 the next day.  At the begining I felt really good, I was doing a lot of stuff it felt like time was flying by but then I checked the time and only an hour passed.  It sucked.  For three hours I stood in between 2 lines and made sure nobody jumped lines.  For some reason sombody decided to try and jump the line so I did what my manager told me to do i threw him out with force.  Everyone clapped and cheered when I threw him out.  Then everything returned to normal.  That was the only exciting thing that happened.  The rest of the time i was either restocking hot items or standing at the front telling people which line to go in.  It was really boring especially since I was there for 12 hours.  That was the first time in 2 years that I worked and it was for 12 hours straight.  When I finally got home I fell straight asleep. I wanted to sleep all day but I had to get up at 3 so I could get ready for my basketball scrimmage.  When I got up I felt like it was morning, even though it was 5 p.m.  After the scrimmage was over all I wanted to do was go home and fall asleep but I had to go back to work for 8 hours.

Shrek Question

This clip deviats from usual fairy tales because instead of the man who is saving the princess beating up the evil people, the princess beats all of them up.

Exaggeration: when robin hood sings who he is.

Incongruity:  the men playing instruments in the woods cause nobody does that.

Reversal:  when the princess was beating everyone up.

Parody: when the merry men and robin hood were walking while snapping it was immitating the west side story.

Wife Questions

1. Does this essay have an explicitly stated thesis? If so, what is it? If you believe the thesis is implied, paraphrase it in your own words.

I think the thesis of the essay is "Why do I want a wife?"  This begins the thought on why the author wants a wife.

 2. Throughout the essay, Brady repeats the words “I want a wife.” What is the effect of this repetition? 

The effect is the reader begins to realize that this is the point of the entire story.  The author wants to know that the point of the story is that they want a wife.

3. Brady never uses the personal pronouns he or she to refer to the wife she defines. Why not?

She does not want to personalize the story to much.  She has already personalized it to a certain extent but by putting he or she, it would personalize it more.

4. Do you think Brady really wants the kind of wife she describes—does this ideal spouse

actually exist? Explain why you think Brady wrote this essay.

I don't think that Brady acctually wants this wife.  I think she wrote this essay to make a point about what a man might want in a wife.

5. How does Brady define what it means to be a “wife”? How does she organize the many services a wife provides her husband and family? What do you think of Brady’s characterization of a wife and her responsibilities? How do you think she wants her readers to respond to this characterization? Why?

She gives many examples on what it means to be a good wife.  She organized these thoughts by grouping them together in similar groups.  I think she wants her readers to respond by reading the reasons carefully.  She wants them to understand what she is saying and why she is saying it.

6. Write a letter to Brady responding to “I Want a Wife.” Let her know what you admire or don’t admire about the essay and the extent to which you consider it effective and/or persuasive.

Dear Ms Brady

I admire that you set your standards so high for your wife.  What I don't admire is that you stopped to soon on your standards, you could have even higher standards.  Like she has to come from a wealthy family, skin and face should be flawless, cellulite non existant.  Brady persuades me that high standards are okay.

Sincerely your main man,
A Rizzle

7. Write your own piece entitled “I Want a/an X.” You can use Brady’s essay as a model, and in the process, imitate some of her stylistic techniques. Or, alternatively, write an essay about the role of a “wife” in the early twenty-first century, explaining how a wife’s responsibilities complement and are complemented by those of a spouse.

Why I Don't Want A Monkey,

Ever since I was a little, baby, small, infant child I hated monkeys.  They were so loud and annoying at the zoo.  So when my mommy asked me if I would ever want a monkey, I replied with disgust "NO!"  She asked me why and I went on to explain every reason why I don't want a monkey.  First of all I heard they were very clingy and I don't want a cute baby monkey around my neck, there is no way I could pick up a girl with a monkey around my neck.  Another reason I would never want a monkey is they throw their feces at other people and it would not be cool to train my monkey to throw its feces at people I don't like.  Also mnkeys are crazy, I would like my house to be very calm.  I have lived my entire life calmly and I do not want to bring a crazy wild monkey into it.  Also if I got a monkey I would have to get an entire zoo, and it would be a lot of fun hard work to maintain all of those animals.  I would then have to hire some zoo keepers to work at my zoo and I could charge people admmision and make some money which i don't think anyone in the wourld wants to do.  Also I would probably end up  going around the world looking at a bunch of cool animals to see what I could put in my zoo and I hate traveling to new places and learning all the cool stuff there is to do there.

light switch

In 1884 John Henry Holmes was sitting in his house reading a book in his nice house in Sheffield district of Newcastle-Upon-Tyne.  It started to get dark but he was still reading and it was getting to a very interesting part of the book.  So John got up and went to go twist the wires together to turn the light bulb on when a powerful shock almost gave him a heart attack.  So he was rushed to the hospital, he was okay this time but it was his third trip this month to the hospital due to getting shocked by twisting the wires to turn off or on a light bulb.  He was getting tired of it.  So that night he went through a bunch of designs to create a better way to turn a light bulb on and off.  It took him two months to perfect it but he finally invented the first light switch.  He created the "quick-break" switch which is actually still used in almost every ordinary light switch in the world today. 

GHOST STORY (Joint effort by Alex and Ms. York)

Halloween night....I was too old (and tall...who give such a tall kid any candy?) to be running from house to house begging for small chocolate bars and cheap tootsie rolls (Which I actually happen to love, opting them over Nerds and other diminutative candies).  I'm always take just one piece of candy though; I dont' like stealing from the kids.  I'm not as bad as my friend Alex who insists upon stealing the whole bowl of candy when those kind old ladies leave out a ceramic dish which states "PLEASE TAKE ONE"- I feel that I have stronger moral convictions than that lying butthead. Instead, I would be helping pass out treats to the kids, something that made me feel like a skinny Santa Claus without an itchy beard. Suddenly, my cell phone went off, playing "Baby Got Back"...I knew it was Alex.  "WHAT UP DOH," he yelled out, almost rupturing my eardrums.  It's terrifying to have such obnoxious friends at times.  "So I was thinking it would be a scream if we went and rode our superduper sweet dirtbikes around the haunted cemetary and shouted "BOO" at all the dumb kids walking around."

So, I decided to go out with Alex for some reason...I guess stupidity got the best of me, and besides, it was my brother Jarrett's turn to pass out the candy thsi time.  I slipped on my new Dwyane Waid flash shoes and started off in the brisk autumn air.  I loved the smell of the leaves crunching under my hot pink and purple shoes.  The garage, where I kept the dirt bike, smelled musty, so I quickly revved up the dirt bike and headed towards the cemetary.  I stuck to the streets, of course travelling slowly so as not to injure the small  Harry Potters, Batmans, Princesses, Marios and Luigis. I heard the sound of a zooming engine cutting through the night air, and an evil chuckle reached my ears.  Yep, it was Alex.  "HAHA I almost plowed over five kids on my way here! It was fantastic!!!" Pure evil, this guy.  I wasn't so sure if this was shaping up to be a good idea.  I don't know why I would think that injuring and frightening small children would ever be fun, but Alex had a way of inticing people to do what he wanted.  He grabbed a handful of candy corn from his pocket and shoved it in his mouth.  Pieces spewed out on my face as he talked through the sugar, "So I stole these from some three year old that was dressed as a CareBear...never saw it coming!" We hopped on our dirt bikes and edged our way into the cemetary through the crack in the dilapidated gate.  Right now, I wished I was at home eating some delicious pumpkin pie, swirled with Ready Whip on top.  But no, I was breaking into a cemetary, not being a goody-good, and my blood ran cold thinking about the poor children we were about to frigthen.  A pack of pre-pubescent tweens passed by the cemetary, their voices cracking in the still air.  Alex died, i went home, the end

Moral of the story: Only take one piece of candy when the old ladies leave the sign

MLK They Say I Say

MLK says he can urge men to obey the 1954 supreme court decision because it is morally right and he can urge men to disobey segregation ordinances because they are morally wrong.

MLK hopes that they are seeing what he is trying to point out and that they understand he is not advocate evading or defying the law.

MLK hoped the white moderate would understand that law and order exist for the purpose of establishing justice and that when they fail in this purpose they become the dangerously structured dams that block the flow of social progress.

MLK hoped that the white moderate would understand that the present tension in the South is a necessary phase of the transition from an obnoxious negative peace.

MLK wishes that they would commend the people who were sit inners and demostrators of Brimingham for their sublime courage, their willingness to suffer and their amazing dedcipline in the midst of great provocation.