Short Story 3
1.Summary
This story seemed very interesting, because in the story there is a family of four sisters two of which wants to get away from home for a while so they decide to take a job as a house servant. The youngest girl is envious because she didn’t want her sisters to leave her alone at home. The oldest sister was off to college at Berkley. So upon receiving the job the two sisters go out of town to live with the people who hired them for the job fro six weeks. They keep in touch with their family from time-to-time by calling and writing letters telling how much they are enjoying being away from home. Keep in mind that the little sister was skeptical about them getting the job, because they weren’t the working type, and the flyer said that the people were trying to hire a male, and only one employee.
But to her (Jo) surprise they did receive the job. They had also met the former house servant who was a Japanese male who didn’t speak very much English. He came from Yokohoma, Japan to America so he could learn English and one day own his own business. So they carry the former servant into town to drop him off at someone’s house that he claimed to know. After about three weeks at the job the girls call home and decide they cant stay at the cabin anymore. So their parents come to pick them up, and upon return home they point out all of the places they went to handle business. Like the post office, the store, and other places. Why they wanted to return home they never explained, but they were glad that they finally were home. Later in their lives they all went to college, but one of the sisters died from a rock climbing accident.
2.My thought on the story
The subject of the story was how two of four sisters were looking for adventure which they found by working at a cabin out of town. But the youngest sister didnt want them to leave her alone at home.
I think the author was trying to show the reader how just because you looking for a way out that the easy way isn't always the best way. and I agree with the author on this particular subject. Because I believe that good things come to those who work hard for it.
3.How the author supports their theme
the author supports his theme by saying " her voice broke and she was crying." and when the girl's parents picked them up they said "lets get out of here." which says to me, yes you may have been in your so called paradise but you didnt get it free. You had to work it.
4.My favorite movie and its theme
My favorite movie is "The Wood" starring Omar Epps. The subject of the movie is everlasting friendship. The theme is one of the three best friends is getting married,but is having second thoughts about being commited because life was so much better when him and his two other friends didn't have a woman to answer to. The producer delivers this theme by showing how they came up to be best friends. the movie starts with one character replaying how he first met the his two best friends in middle school. then the movie elevates into their senior high school years showing what good times,bad times, and hilarious times they had. But after a little convincing they get their best friend to do what is right and marry the woman he loves.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Writing Two- My First Song
My first song was many things, but perfect -amongst other words – was what it wasn’t. Let me explain how unprofessional it was. Well to begin with the quality sounded like a thunderstorm because of all the distortion that was in the song. If the song was to be compared visually to something I would compare it to sasquatch. It was frightening to hear it when ever it was played. If this song had a smell it would probably smell like manure. If you could touch it you would’ve thought it was a porcupine or razor-blade. And it probably would taste like those little Warheads candy.
You’re probably asking “how did the songs seem to be all these things?” Well to start off; the reason I said it sounded like a thunderstorm was because all you heard in the song was jus a lot of rumbling and popping. You couldn’t make out any lyrics whatsoever. For example I would say, “problems ain’t nun I’ll solve ‘em like math work/ my utensil ain’t a pencil it’s a pistol wit sum bad nerves/” Then besides that, the beat was too loud, so you couldn’t get the real sound of the beat. I was using a computer microphone which was another reason why it sounded so crappy.
Because a computer microphone isn’t as detailed as a studio microphone.
For one it doesn’t have a pop screen, it also isn’t noise cancelling, or is it stable enough to take in all the “p” sounds without distorting the audio. A studio microphone on the other hand, can intake all of the “p” sounds, it has noise cancelling technology, there are two types of studio microphones to choose from- A dynamic microphone or a Condenser microphone. I couldn’t tell you the difference between the two besides the fact that one hangs from the ceiling and the other is on a stand.
I said it would probably look like Sasquatch because just listening to the song made you visualize being attack by some type of frightening mythical creature Just imagine a viscous beast attacking you with all its might, that’s what my first song sounded like.
It would smell like manure because the verses were poop. Just imagine the smell of stinky feet mixed with onions, eggs, skunk fart, and baby feces. None of those things could have compared to the stench of the song I had created. The foul smell of must had to have rubbed on this song I believe. If you were to hear this song you would probably think you pooped on yourself.
As far as feel goes, this song would probably feel like a sharp object. Maybe something like I said which was a porcupine or razor-blade. Lets say for instance if you tried to grab this song with your hands you more than likely would begin to bleed. Because the frequency was so rugged so sharp than the slightest adjustment in the volume could have blown your speakers. That kind of shows you how poor the quality is, because if your song is mastered correctly you should be able to turn it up to the maximum without worrying about rumbling noises and other things like that.
And last but not least. I say it would taste like a piece of warheads candy because you could have tasted the bitterness from the sound that it gave off. Sour seems to be the only word that I could give for the taste of my first song. Any other word just couldn’t cut it. Lick that song, and watch your jaws lock up. Yea, it was that sour.
That’s why this very day I record with a studio microphone, and nothing less. Why? You ask, because it’s simple. I need quality.
You’re probably asking “how did the songs seem to be all these things?” Well to start off; the reason I said it sounded like a thunderstorm was because all you heard in the song was jus a lot of rumbling and popping. You couldn’t make out any lyrics whatsoever. For example I would say, “problems ain’t nun I’ll solve ‘em like math work/ my utensil ain’t a pencil it’s a pistol wit sum bad nerves/” Then besides that, the beat was too loud, so you couldn’t get the real sound of the beat. I was using a computer microphone which was another reason why it sounded so crappy.
Because a computer microphone isn’t as detailed as a studio microphone.
For one it doesn’t have a pop screen, it also isn’t noise cancelling, or is it stable enough to take in all the “p” sounds without distorting the audio. A studio microphone on the other hand, can intake all of the “p” sounds, it has noise cancelling technology, there are two types of studio microphones to choose from- A dynamic microphone or a Condenser microphone. I couldn’t tell you the difference between the two besides the fact that one hangs from the ceiling and the other is on a stand.
I said it would probably look like Sasquatch because just listening to the song made you visualize being attack by some type of frightening mythical creature Just imagine a viscous beast attacking you with all its might, that’s what my first song sounded like.
It would smell like manure because the verses were poop. Just imagine the smell of stinky feet mixed with onions, eggs, skunk fart, and baby feces. None of those things could have compared to the stench of the song I had created. The foul smell of must had to have rubbed on this song I believe. If you were to hear this song you would probably think you pooped on yourself.
As far as feel goes, this song would probably feel like a sharp object. Maybe something like I said which was a porcupine or razor-blade. Lets say for instance if you tried to grab this song with your hands you more than likely would begin to bleed. Because the frequency was so rugged so sharp than the slightest adjustment in the volume could have blown your speakers. That kind of shows you how poor the quality is, because if your song is mastered correctly you should be able to turn it up to the maximum without worrying about rumbling noises and other things like that.
And last but not least. I say it would taste like a piece of warheads candy because you could have tasted the bitterness from the sound that it gave off. Sour seems to be the only word that I could give for the taste of my first song. Any other word just couldn’t cut it. Lick that song, and watch your jaws lock up. Yea, it was that sour.
That’s why this very day I record with a studio microphone, and nothing less. Why? You ask, because it’s simple. I need quality.
Writing One- "The Good, The Bad, and The Memorable"
Antonio Sims
The Good, The Bad, and The Memorable
Where Do I Begin?, My life…well, my life hasn’t been mine since I was younger. During my earlier years life was everything I could dream of.. I didn’t have a single care in the world, no one to tell me how to live life, and not as many responsibilities. As I became more relied on by other people as I got older…so much negativity came into my life. I had people doubting me, family does not believe in me anymore , And never supported anything I did. I mean I know I’ve been in trouble numerous times, but I’m only human. What teenager do you know who doesn’t break any rules or feel the need to sometime be rebellious.
I can’t help the fact that my genes won’t allow me to be a little angel or completely obedient, but I feel that life needs a little adrenaline rush. I’m the type of person who believes in logic. For instance, when people say “You only live once, so live life to the fullest,” but how can I do that if they also say that I have to do all these things that hold me back from living life to the fullest? I have no problem with rules or anything, it’s just that sometimes the rules have to be broken. I’ve been trying to get back to those things most important to me like school, work, and church.
I was recently incarcerated in the county jail for a severe mistake I made.
I never thought I would ever go to jail though. When I was younger I stayed in the Juvenile Court, but I never was arrested for the stuff I did, and trust me … I did some very unlawful things. Maybe it’s just the thoughts that go through my head. Everyday I feel like releasing the feelings of pain, stress, heartache, neglect, rage, and so on. I tend to feel like a loose canon waiting to explode. It’s like Me against The World … and The World is winning. However there is a good side to being me. The good side of being Antonio Sims is that I do have people that I know for certain will be there with me through thick and thin.
Those are the people who know what I am … a SURVIVOR. Since the age of 15, I’ve been supplying myself with what I felt was essential to me. For example: My first car;- I bought it by myself. My first job - I got it by myself. I had to realize that no one could do for me what I can do for myself. Speaking of my first job; I’ll tell you no lie … it was TERRIBLE! Those people there were the most disrespectful people I had ever met in my life. My manager was always on my back for nothing. I could’ve been the most contributing worker that day
Do you think he cared?... Nope. All he saw was a guy worried about a paycheck. That’s why I had to resign from there. Oh and if you were curious about where I worked, it was Wendy’s on Barnett Shoals. You might as well say that I got nothing out of working at Wendy’s because I bought a car with the money I had saved from working there, which I believe was very depressing because the car that I had bought had broke on me about two months after I bought it.
That was the 1st car that I bought. The second car I was more satisfied with, because it was fully functional. Let me give you the details on both of the cars. The 1st car was a Gold Ford Taurus which didn’t have reverse, plus you had to keep pressing the gas pedal numerous times before the car actually moved anywhere. The second car was a red Chevrolet Beretta (loved that car). Everything on this car was functional (including the AC). The only thing wrong with this car was that it had a minor dent in it. I was so sad and upset when it broke on me though. I was on my way to a party uptown and suddenly the alternator belt had broke. So I had to put myself in a dangerous situation and risk driving all the way back across town.
So I did. And since that day I haven’t stepped foot in or near that car (I’d probably start crying if I did). Now at the age of seventeen, I’ve began to see that life is full of responsibilities. Responsibilities like keeping a car paid for, bills, and keeping life on track.
The Good, The Bad, and The Memorable
Where Do I Begin?, My life…well, my life hasn’t been mine since I was younger. During my earlier years life was everything I could dream of.. I didn’t have a single care in the world, no one to tell me how to live life, and not as many responsibilities. As I became more relied on by other people as I got older…so much negativity came into my life. I had people doubting me, family does not believe in me anymore , And never supported anything I did. I mean I know I’ve been in trouble numerous times, but I’m only human. What teenager do you know who doesn’t break any rules or feel the need to sometime be rebellious.
I can’t help the fact that my genes won’t allow me to be a little angel or completely obedient, but I feel that life needs a little adrenaline rush. I’m the type of person who believes in logic. For instance, when people say “You only live once, so live life to the fullest,” but how can I do that if they also say that I have to do all these things that hold me back from living life to the fullest? I have no problem with rules or anything, it’s just that sometimes the rules have to be broken. I’ve been trying to get back to those things most important to me like school, work, and church.
I was recently incarcerated in the county jail for a severe mistake I made.
I never thought I would ever go to jail though. When I was younger I stayed in the Juvenile Court, but I never was arrested for the stuff I did, and trust me … I did some very unlawful things. Maybe it’s just the thoughts that go through my head. Everyday I feel like releasing the feelings of pain, stress, heartache, neglect, rage, and so on. I tend to feel like a loose canon waiting to explode. It’s like Me against The World … and The World is winning. However there is a good side to being me. The good side of being Antonio Sims is that I do have people that I know for certain will be there with me through thick and thin.
Those are the people who know what I am … a SURVIVOR. Since the age of 15, I’ve been supplying myself with what I felt was essential to me. For example: My first car;- I bought it by myself. My first job - I got it by myself. I had to realize that no one could do for me what I can do for myself. Speaking of my first job; I’ll tell you no lie … it was TERRIBLE! Those people there were the most disrespectful people I had ever met in my life. My manager was always on my back for nothing. I could’ve been the most contributing worker that day
Do you think he cared?... Nope. All he saw was a guy worried about a paycheck. That’s why I had to resign from there. Oh and if you were curious about where I worked, it was Wendy’s on Barnett Shoals. You might as well say that I got nothing out of working at Wendy’s because I bought a car with the money I had saved from working there, which I believe was very depressing because the car that I had bought had broke on me about two months after I bought it.
That was the 1st car that I bought. The second car I was more satisfied with, because it was fully functional. Let me give you the details on both of the cars. The 1st car was a Gold Ford Taurus which didn’t have reverse, plus you had to keep pressing the gas pedal numerous times before the car actually moved anywhere. The second car was a red Chevrolet Beretta (loved that car). Everything on this car was functional (including the AC). The only thing wrong with this car was that it had a minor dent in it. I was so sad and upset when it broke on me though. I was on my way to a party uptown and suddenly the alternator belt had broke. So I had to put myself in a dangerous situation and risk driving all the way back across town.
So I did. And since that day I haven’t stepped foot in or near that car (I’d probably start crying if I did). Now at the age of seventeen, I’ve began to see that life is full of responsibilities. Responsibilities like keeping a car paid for, bills, and keeping life on track.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Short Story 2 pt.1- When I Lay My Burdens Down
1.Summary
I read the story "When I Lay My Burdens Down" by Maya Angelou. I came up with this summary: this story shows the reader how courage and will power can conquer over anything. I say this because in the story the character Anne Henderson shows will power when the white girls try to make fun of her,and how one girl is so disrespectful that she does a handstand in a dress without any underwear on right in front of Ms.Henderson. Ms.Henderson's daughter cant believe what she is seeing. She feels like literally killing the girls,but she sees that her mother isn't budging because of the cruelty she is witnessing, so now the daughter is confused. Because she has known for being punished for being rude or disrespectful, but she sees that her mother isnt punisjing the little white girls.
Although she has been taught to never disturbed the white mans atmosphere, she still doesnt understand why her mother is accepting being degraded. But at the end of the story she realizes what her mother was trying to demonstrate. Which was how someone who can stand all the burdens and obstacles given to you with willpower.
2.Authors Purpose
I believe the authors purpose was to show people how self-discipline,willpower, and dignity can overcome anything challenge life gives you. Why i say this is because if you read the story it says: "I thought they were gonna throw a rock at momma, who seemed to have turn to stone herself." this sentence indicates that even in the midst of being moched by children and disrespected, she still stood her ground and continued doin what she was doing before the girls had even arrived.As if she didnt even the see the girls.
I think the story also shows how there are some people who have the ability to maintain calmness,while there are others who feel the need to react towards anything the seem agitates them. A sentence from the story which supports this is when the daughter had said: "I thought about the rifle behind the door and the .410 sawed-off shotgun." indicating that she wouldn't have stood for the mochery,instead she would have reacted to it.
3.Importance of reading non-fiction
I believe it is important to read about other peoples lives because it lets you know that you might not be the only one who feels how you feel about life and the many daily struggles and challenges in life. it also allows you to learn from the mistakes made by some people. Say you might bein in the middle of making a decision which you aren't to sure about. well there might be someone who has already made that exact same decision. That could assist you in making your decision because im pretty sure if when they had chose the decision that they chose,and the consequences came out to be negative; im pretty sure you would make the opposite decision.
Stories like these might be popular because they could influence someone,could give them insight, or it could just satisfy them to read about things that really happened.
I think there are alot of instances in my life that could be very helpful towards someone on the path to destruction. because i have been through a lot of things throughout my life, and believe you me..there is someone out there that could prevent making a tragic mistake just by reading what I had to endure from making the choices I had made.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Short Story 1- Antonio Sims
Short Story Assignment 1
Short Story read: Thank You M'am
Author: Langston Hughes
Characters: Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones & Roger
My Summary Of The Story
What Happenend: In this story a boy (roger) tries to steal a woman's pocketbook (Mrs. jones), but his plan did go as he had planned it to go. So instead of stealing the womans' purse it getting away scott free his plan backfires. Now Mrs. Jones has Roger grasped so that he cant escape. She takes him home to teach him a lesson. She tells Roger to clean his face so that he can look presentable towards others. Then Roger explains why he attempted to steal the pocketbook, which was so that he could get some money to buy some blue suede shoes. She explains to him that you dont have to do "devilish" things to get blue suede shoes. She said "Because they will burn your feet."
After that she gives Roger something to eat, because she believed that he hadnt ate all day. Well her exact quotes were " I believe you're hungry-or been hungry-to try to snatch my pocket book." She doesn't ask him any personal questions or anything, she justs alerts him to be more wise about the decisions he makes. so they eat and she tells him about her life, her job in a hotel beauty shop, what work was like, and about all the different types of women that came to the shop. Afterwords she gives Roger ten dollars to purchase the blue suede shoes that he had wanted, then she once again reminds Roger to not go around stealing.
Roger then is escorted out of Mrs. Jones home, he tries to thank her for mercy and generosity but the he is so stunned at what all just had happened that he couldn't even get the words out to say "Thank You." But after he had came back to his senses he had thank Mrs. Jones for all she had did for him. He walks off and she shuts the door.
End.
My Opinions On The Characters:
Well I think that Mrs. Jones sort of is like the character Tyler Perry plays named "Madea."But if i had to say what my thoughts were specificly on the characters are: Mrs. Jones is like a Foster Mother of some sort slash enthusiastic/motivational speaker. what makes me think this are these quotes: "You ought to be my son. I would teach you right from wrong." and "Next time do not make the mistake of latching on my pocketbook or anybody else's- because shoes got by devilish ways will burn your feet."
What I think of Roger is: he is a young adolescence who isn't in-line because there is never anyone at home that would discipline him,so he just feels that HE has to do for himself since no one will. ( I want to say a "rebel" amongst many words). A quote that supports that opinion is when Mrs. Jones asked "Maybe you aint had supper either, late as it be. Have you?" and he responded by saying " There's nobody home at my house". But he soons gets a taste of discipline when he runs into Mrs. Jones..
How the Author showed what the characters were like:
He portrayed Mrs. Jones as a person who doesn't tolerate any negativity, and as someone who doesn't mind speaking her mind- anywhere! A quote that supports this opinion is when Mrs. Jones took these actions towards Roger ( in public). She caught him trying to steal her pocketbook and instead of sreaming & yelling for help she takes actions into her own hands by snatching Roger up and firmly holding & shaking him. And as for Roger he appears to me as like I had said,a adolescent who is just trying to do things to better himself without thinking about consequences a sentence that supports this opinion is when the story says " instead of takin off full blast like he had hoped,the boy had fell on his back on the sidewalk and his legs flew up.
As far as me knowing what kind of people the characters were, i kind of just figured out from how the author portrayed the characters.
Definitions:
simile- A figure of speech in which two essentially unlike things are compared, often in a phrase introduced by like or as.
Metaphor- A figure of speech in which a word or phrase that ordinarily designates one thing is used to designate another, thus making an implicit comparison.
Personification- a character portrayal or representation in a dramatic or literary work.
Allusion- a passing or casual reference; an incidental mention of something, either directly or by implication.
Hyperbole- an extravagant statement or figure of speech not intended to be taken literally.
Irony- a technique of indicating, as through character or plot development, an intention or attitude opposite to that which is actually or ostensibly stated.
Examples from the story:
Allusion: Her pocketbook had everything in it except hammer and nails. This cooment was implying that her pocketbook was so loaded with things that it might as well have hammer and nails in it.
Hyperbole: Shook him until his teeth rattled. We know that you can't literally shake anyone until their teeth rattle.
Short Story read: Thank You M'am
Author: Langston Hughes
Characters: Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones & Roger
My Summary Of The Story
What Happenend: In this story a boy (roger) tries to steal a woman's pocketbook (Mrs. jones), but his plan did go as he had planned it to go. So instead of stealing the womans' purse it getting away scott free his plan backfires. Now Mrs. Jones has Roger grasped so that he cant escape. She takes him home to teach him a lesson. She tells Roger to clean his face so that he can look presentable towards others. Then Roger explains why he attempted to steal the pocketbook, which was so that he could get some money to buy some blue suede shoes. She explains to him that you dont have to do "devilish" things to get blue suede shoes. She said "Because they will burn your feet."
After that she gives Roger something to eat, because she believed that he hadnt ate all day. Well her exact quotes were " I believe you're hungry-or been hungry-to try to snatch my pocket book." She doesn't ask him any personal questions or anything, she justs alerts him to be more wise about the decisions he makes. so they eat and she tells him about her life, her job in a hotel beauty shop, what work was like, and about all the different types of women that came to the shop. Afterwords she gives Roger ten dollars to purchase the blue suede shoes that he had wanted, then she once again reminds Roger to not go around stealing.
Roger then is escorted out of Mrs. Jones home, he tries to thank her for mercy and generosity but the he is so stunned at what all just had happened that he couldn't even get the words out to say "Thank You." But after he had came back to his senses he had thank Mrs. Jones for all she had did for him. He walks off and she shuts the door.
End.
My Opinions On The Characters:
Well I think that Mrs. Jones sort of is like the character Tyler Perry plays named "Madea."But if i had to say what my thoughts were specificly on the characters are: Mrs. Jones is like a Foster Mother of some sort slash enthusiastic/motivational speaker. what makes me think this are these quotes: "You ought to be my son. I would teach you right from wrong." and "Next time do not make the mistake of latching on my pocketbook or anybody else's- because shoes got by devilish ways will burn your feet."
What I think of Roger is: he is a young adolescence who isn't in-line because there is never anyone at home that would discipline him,so he just feels that HE has to do for himself since no one will. ( I want to say a "rebel" amongst many words). A quote that supports that opinion is when Mrs. Jones asked "Maybe you aint had supper either, late as it be. Have you?" and he responded by saying " There's nobody home at my house". But he soons gets a taste of discipline when he runs into Mrs. Jones..
How the Author showed what the characters were like:
He portrayed Mrs. Jones as a person who doesn't tolerate any negativity, and as someone who doesn't mind speaking her mind- anywhere! A quote that supports this opinion is when Mrs. Jones took these actions towards Roger ( in public). She caught him trying to steal her pocketbook and instead of sreaming & yelling for help she takes actions into her own hands by snatching Roger up and firmly holding & shaking him. And as for Roger he appears to me as like I had said,a adolescent who is just trying to do things to better himself without thinking about consequences a sentence that supports this opinion is when the story says " instead of takin off full blast like he had hoped,the boy had fell on his back on the sidewalk and his legs flew up.
As far as me knowing what kind of people the characters were, i kind of just figured out from how the author portrayed the characters.
Definitions:
simile- A figure of speech in which two essentially unlike things are compared, often in a phrase introduced by like or as.
Metaphor- A figure of speech in which a word or phrase that ordinarily designates one thing is used to designate another, thus making an implicit comparison.
Personification- a character portrayal or representation in a dramatic or literary work.
Allusion- a passing or casual reference; an incidental mention of something, either directly or by implication.
Hyperbole- an extravagant statement or figure of speech not intended to be taken literally.
Irony- a technique of indicating, as through character or plot development, an intention or attitude opposite to that which is actually or ostensibly stated.
Examples from the story:
Allusion: Her pocketbook had everything in it except hammer and nails. This cooment was implying that her pocketbook was so loaded with things that it might as well have hammer and nails in it.
Hyperbole: Shook him until his teeth rattled. We know that you can't literally shake anyone until their teeth rattle.
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