Dear Mark Twain,
I just recently reread Tom Sawyer and I realized how much it influenced me when I was a child. My mom used to read this book to me and it gave me crazy ideas and a sense of adventure. Now every time I think about this book, I remember my childhood. I remember running around the woods near my house setting up forts and exploring everywhere. My siblings and I used to pretend to be characters from Tom Sawyer, I was always Huck. We used to run along the river and call to each other. This book brought out the adventurous side of me and I would like to thank you for that.
This book is so inspirational it makes me want to let lose and do whatever I want. And that is what life is about: having freedom and doing what you want. From The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, I am inspired to stop wasting time wandering around and doing random things. I have changed my life to incorporate more exploring and adventurous things. I love exploring the woods and I have come to appreciate nature. This change was recent and when I reread your book, the inspiration came at full force and now I am doing everything I can to live while having fun.
My favorite part of the book is when Tom and Huck saw Injun Joe burying the gold. The boys were so excited to get there hands on it and become rich. Finally the boys come upon this reward for there sneakiness and stealth. This was when I wanted to be exactly like Huck and go find something amazing. I think I always connected to Huck, not because I had a similar life, but because I felt sorry for him. I felt bad that he had to be the son of the crazy drunk but at the same time I admired how all of the kids looked up to him. The main reason I admired Huck was because he lived independently from society. He did things the way he liked not the way society would like children to do. He developed his own personality from the person he became himself not the person he was forced into by his parents. I always longed for that type of freedom and wondered what I would be like if I didn’t have parents.
Reading it again, I understood many new things. Beyond the theme of adventure and childish things, there is a plot of growing up and maturity among the young adventurers. I love how this book is an interesting and exciting story for people of all ages. I hope many readers like me, have understood spirit of the book and have been stimulated towards venturing just like me. This book is still one of my favorite adventures and I can always count on it to captivate the exploratory and juvenile side of me.
Sincerely,
Ellen Buckley
Monday, December 10, 2007
Sunday, December 9, 2007
letter
Dear Mark Twain,
I just recently reread Tom Sawyer and I realized how much it influenced me when I was a child. My mom used to read this book to me and it gave me crazy ideas and a sense of adventure. I remember running around the woods near my house setting up forts and exploring everywhere. My siblings and I used to pretend to be characters from Tom Sawyer, I was always Huck. This book brought out the adventurous side of me and I would like to thank you for that.
Reading it again, I understood many new things. Beyond the theme of adventure and childish things, there is a plot of growing up and maturity among the young adventurers. This book is still one of my favorite adventures and I can always count on it to captivate the exploratory and juvenile side of me.
Sincerely,
Ellen Buckley
I just recently reread Tom Sawyer and I realized how much it influenced me when I was a child. My mom used to read this book to me and it gave me crazy ideas and a sense of adventure. I remember running around the woods near my house setting up forts and exploring everywhere. My siblings and I used to pretend to be characters from Tom Sawyer, I was always Huck. This book brought out the adventurous side of me and I would like to thank you for that.
Reading it again, I understood many new things. Beyond the theme of adventure and childish things, there is a plot of growing up and maturity among the young adventurers. This book is still one of my favorite adventures and I can always count on it to captivate the exploratory and juvenile side of me.
Sincerely,
Ellen Buckley
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
I was sick over the weekend before this assignment was due and i wasn't at class on monday. so i am posting it now before tuesdays class, so i hope you will accept it. thanks.
THE CLOWN
Every January 15th was little Madison’s birthday and this year she sent out invitations to all of her friends, inviting them to her 8th birthday. On the day of her party, the snow was falling heavily outside of the big brick house. Inside, the party was well on its way and it was time for cake. The twelve boys and girls attempted to carry a tune as they sang “Happy Birthday”, while Madison’s mother held the sugar-rich cake. The living room was completely dark except for the light from the eight candles on the cake. Madison sat in her own armchair, with a smile matching her excited bouncing blonde pigtails. Madison took a deep breath and blew out all 8 candles. Everyone cheered. “Happy birthday Maddie” echoed across the room.
After all of the kids stuffed their tummies with the yellow cake, they continued to run around the spacious house. At that point, the clown was 30 minutes late to the party, and even though the kids didn’t seem to notice there was tension amongst the parents. One of the boys sat down at the grand piano and his little finger dancers jumped across the keys, making terrible sounds and noises. “Look I’m Beethoven,” he bragged. “No you are not. Beethoven was good,” another boy picked an argument. The boys continued to go back and forth. Madison’s parents were worried about the restless kids that they noticed as they look around the room. “He’ll come soon,” whispered the anxious father. “He better” says the wide-eyed mother quietly.
“Where is the clown?” Madison asked her mother. “He is coming Maddie, don’t worry. He has faced some weather related boundaries,” explained the parent. Madison pouted, “Well I hope he comes soon.” And she left to go talk with her friends.
Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door. The anxious mother jumped up and opened the door. There stood the clown with big shoes, a fake nose and snow resting on the ends of his rough curly red wig. The clown walked straight past the mother slapping his clown shoes on the floor as he went. Passing the kitchen, into the living room filled with happy kids on a sugar high.
“Hello I am Bozo the clown”, said the wigged man as he made a huge hand gesture resembling a wave. The kids’ faces lit up as they cheered and gathered around Bozo. The mother and father stood in the back with relieved smiles spread across their faces.
THE CLOWN
Every January 15th was little Madison’s birthday and this year she sent out invitations to all of her friends, inviting them to her 8th birthday. On the day of her party, the snow was falling heavily outside of the big brick house. Inside, the party was well on its way and it was time for cake. The twelve boys and girls attempted to carry a tune as they sang “Happy Birthday”, while Madison’s mother held the sugar-rich cake. The living room was completely dark except for the light from the eight candles on the cake. Madison sat in her own armchair, with a smile matching her excited bouncing blonde pigtails. Madison took a deep breath and blew out all 8 candles. Everyone cheered. “Happy birthday Maddie” echoed across the room.
After all of the kids stuffed their tummies with the yellow cake, they continued to run around the spacious house. At that point, the clown was 30 minutes late to the party, and even though the kids didn’t seem to notice there was tension amongst the parents. One of the boys sat down at the grand piano and his little finger dancers jumped across the keys, making terrible sounds and noises. “Look I’m Beethoven,” he bragged. “No you are not. Beethoven was good,” another boy picked an argument. The boys continued to go back and forth. Madison’s parents were worried about the restless kids that they noticed as they look around the room. “He’ll come soon,” whispered the anxious father. “He better” says the wide-eyed mother quietly.
“Where is the clown?” Madison asked her mother. “He is coming Maddie, don’t worry. He has faced some weather related boundaries,” explained the parent. Madison pouted, “Well I hope he comes soon.” And she left to go talk with her friends.
Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door. The anxious mother jumped up and opened the door. There stood the clown with big shoes, a fake nose and snow resting on the ends of his rough curly red wig. The clown walked straight past the mother slapping his clown shoes on the floor as he went. Passing the kitchen, into the living room filled with happy kids on a sugar high.
“Hello I am Bozo the clown”, said the wigged man as he made a huge hand gesture resembling a wave. The kids’ faces lit up as they cheered and gathered around Bozo. The mother and father stood in the back with relieved smiles spread across their faces.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
THE CLOWN
Every January 15th was little Madison’s birthday and this year she sent out invitations to all of her friends, inviting them to her 8th birthday. The snow was falling heavily outside of the big brick house. Inside, the party was well on its way and it was time for cake. The twelve boys and girls attempted to carry a tune as they sang “Happy Birthday”, while Madison’s mother held the sugar-rich cake. The living room was completely dark except for the light from the eight candles on the cake. Madison sat in her own armchair, with a smile matching her excited bouncing blonde pigtails. Madison took a deep breath and blew out all 8 candles. Everyone cheered. “Happy birthday Maddie” echoed across the room.
After all of the kids stuffed their tummies with the yellow cake, they continued to run around the spacious house. At that point, the clown was 30 minutes late to the party, and even though the kids didn’t seem to notice there was tension amongst the parents. One of the boys sat down at the grand piano and his little finger dancers jumped across the keys, making terrible sounds and noises. “Look I’m Beethoven,” he bragged. “No you are not. Beethoven was good,” another boy picked an argument. The boys continued to go back and forth.
Madison’s parents were worried about the restless kids that they noticed as they look around the room. “He’ll come soon,” whispered the anxious father. “He better” says the wide-eyed mother quietly.“Where is the clown?” Madison asked her mother. “He is coming Maddie, don’t worry. He has faced some weather related boundaries,” explained the parent. Madison pouted, “Well I hope he comes soon.” And she left to go talk with her friends.
Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door. The anxious mother jumped up and opened the door. There stood the clown with big shoes, a fake nose and snow resting on the ends of his rough curly red wig. The clown walked straight past the mother slapping his clown shoes on the floor as he went. Passing the kitchen and into the living room filled with happy kids on a sugar high.
“Hello I am Bozo the clown”, said the wigged man as he made a huge hand gesture resembling a wave. The kids cheered and gathered around Bozo. The mother and father stood in the back with relieved smiles spread across their faces.
Every January 15th was little Madison’s birthday and this year she sent out invitations to all of her friends, inviting them to her 8th birthday. The snow was falling heavily outside of the big brick house. Inside, the party was well on its way and it was time for cake. The twelve boys and girls attempted to carry a tune as they sang “Happy Birthday”, while Madison’s mother held the sugar-rich cake. The living room was completely dark except for the light from the eight candles on the cake. Madison sat in her own armchair, with a smile matching her excited bouncing blonde pigtails. Madison took a deep breath and blew out all 8 candles. Everyone cheered. “Happy birthday Maddie” echoed across the room.
After all of the kids stuffed their tummies with the yellow cake, they continued to run around the spacious house. At that point, the clown was 30 minutes late to the party, and even though the kids didn’t seem to notice there was tension amongst the parents. One of the boys sat down at the grand piano and his little finger dancers jumped across the keys, making terrible sounds and noises. “Look I’m Beethoven,” he bragged. “No you are not. Beethoven was good,” another boy picked an argument. The boys continued to go back and forth.
Madison’s parents were worried about the restless kids that they noticed as they look around the room. “He’ll come soon,” whispered the anxious father. “He better” says the wide-eyed mother quietly.“Where is the clown?” Madison asked her mother. “He is coming Maddie, don’t worry. He has faced some weather related boundaries,” explained the parent. Madison pouted, “Well I hope he comes soon.” And she left to go talk with her friends.
Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door. The anxious mother jumped up and opened the door. There stood the clown with big shoes, a fake nose and snow resting on the ends of his rough curly red wig. The clown walked straight past the mother slapping his clown shoes on the floor as he went. Passing the kitchen and into the living room filled with happy kids on a sugar high.
“Hello I am Bozo the clown”, said the wigged man as he made a huge hand gesture resembling a wave. The kids cheered and gathered around Bozo. The mother and father stood in the back with relieved smiles spread across their faces.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Writing Assignment #3 first draft
THE CLOWN Every January 15th was little Sally’s birthday and this year she sent out invitations to all of her friends, inviting them to her 8th birthday. The party was well on its way and it was time for cake. The twelve boys and girls attempted to carry a tune as they sang “Happy Birthday”, while Sally’s mother held the sugar-rich cake. The living room was completely dark except for the light from the eight candles on the cake.
After all of the kids stuffed their tummies with the yellow cake, they continued to run around. The clown was now 30 minutes late to the party, and even though the kids didn’t seem to notice there was tension amongst the parents. One of the boys sat down at the piano and his little finger dancers jumped across the keys, making terrible sounds and noises. “Look I’m Beethoven” he says. “No you are not. Beethoven was good,” another boy picks an argument. The boys continue to go back and forth. Sally’s parents were worried about the restless kids that they noticed as they look around the room. “He’ll come soon” whispers the anxious father. “He better” says the wide-eyed mother quietly.
“Where is the clown?” Sally asked her mother. “He is coming. He has faced some weather related boundaries” explains the parent. “Well I hope he comes soon.” Says Sally as she leaves to go talk with her friends.
Ten minutes later, there is a knock on the door. The anxious mother jumps up and opens the door. There stands the clown with big shoes, a fake nose and snow resting on the ends of his rough curly red wig. The clown walks straight past the mother slapping his clown shoes on the floor as he went. Through the kitchen and to the living room filled with happy kids on a sugar high.
“Hello I am Bozo the clown”, said the wigged man as he made a huge hand gesture resembling a wave. The kids cheered and gathered around Bozo. The mother and father stood in the back with relieved smiles spread across their faces.
After all of the kids stuffed their tummies with the yellow cake, they continued to run around. The clown was now 30 minutes late to the party, and even though the kids didn’t seem to notice there was tension amongst the parents. One of the boys sat down at the piano and his little finger dancers jumped across the keys, making terrible sounds and noises. “Look I’m Beethoven” he says. “No you are not. Beethoven was good,” another boy picks an argument. The boys continue to go back and forth. Sally’s parents were worried about the restless kids that they noticed as they look around the room. “He’ll come soon” whispers the anxious father. “He better” says the wide-eyed mother quietly.
“Where is the clown?” Sally asked her mother. “He is coming. He has faced some weather related boundaries” explains the parent. “Well I hope he comes soon.” Says Sally as she leaves to go talk with her friends.
Ten minutes later, there is a knock on the door. The anxious mother jumps up and opens the door. There stands the clown with big shoes, a fake nose and snow resting on the ends of his rough curly red wig. The clown walks straight past the mother slapping his clown shoes on the floor as he went. Through the kitchen and to the living room filled with happy kids on a sugar high.
“Hello I am Bozo the clown”, said the wigged man as he made a huge hand gesture resembling a wave. The kids cheered and gathered around Bozo. The mother and father stood in the back with relieved smiles spread across their faces.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
WA-2 final draft
Picking apples with the cool wind making your nose raw while drinking hot chocolate to keep warm is one of the images I get in my mind when I think of fall. Everything about fall makes me excited from the leaves changing colors, windy afternoons, the baking that happens in my house, and the fun bonfires. I look forward to fall as a transition from the bustling and energetic summer to the school year, a time to focus and be immersed in school work and such. Fall is such a delightful time of year especially in Virginia. It is the best season because of the flavorful food, ideal weather, and fun activities that come with it.
Some of my favorite fall foods include pumpkin and apple. On cool early mornings, sometimes I go to Starbucks and get a pumpkin spice latte and a pumpkin scone. Not to mention I love the delicious pumpkin pie my mom makes for thanksgiving dessert. Apples make me think of fall too. I cannot go through fall with out having apples prepared in various ways. The apples are so fresh and ripe and taste crisp but juicy at the same time. I love cold apple cider on a warm afternoon when I get home from school; it quenches my thirst and tastes so good when the refreshing taste passes through my mouth. And I like apple cider hot on a cool and windy night to warm me up. Fall is also the primetime for hot homemade chunky applesauce with ginger and cinnamon.
The weather of fall is optimal. When you first wake up the grass outside is wet with morning dew. I love those afternoons where I go outside and the cool crisp breeze mixed with the sun shining down creates the perfect temperature. When I walk to the end of the driveway to get the mail I crunch the recently fallen crisp orange leaves. Rabbits and deer scurry through the empty woods with barren trees. In the evening the air is chilly and the wind gets stronger, through the empty trees you can see the yellow harvest moon beaming down on the leaves that are picked up by the wind and thrown around. And while all of this is happening you are cuddled up in bed with a hot cup of tea. All of the pleasant fall weather invites me to be active outside. It is time to go to the orchard to pick apples or play soccer in the cool weather.
In the morning, I love get under balnkets and laying in front of the dying fire. The mornings are so beautiful, that a hot air balloon ride is the thing to do. From above everything you can look around and are able to appreciate the colors and weather of fall. Picking apple is a great idea for fall afternoons. If you go up to Carter’s Mountain, you can pick your own apples and pumpkins and when you are done you can drink hot apple cider and eat apple donuts while once more admiring the scenery. At night it is a perfect time to look at the stars with your family. Or you can warm up around a bonfire, roasting marshmallows with your friends.
Fall is a refreshing, fun and extremely pleasant time of year. It is time to start school and get focused on things. But one must not forget to appreciate the weather food and activities that come with it.
Some of my favorite fall foods include pumpkin and apple. On cool early mornings, sometimes I go to Starbucks and get a pumpkin spice latte and a pumpkin scone. Not to mention I love the delicious pumpkin pie my mom makes for thanksgiving dessert. Apples make me think of fall too. I cannot go through fall with out having apples prepared in various ways. The apples are so fresh and ripe and taste crisp but juicy at the same time. I love cold apple cider on a warm afternoon when I get home from school; it quenches my thirst and tastes so good when the refreshing taste passes through my mouth. And I like apple cider hot on a cool and windy night to warm me up. Fall is also the primetime for hot homemade chunky applesauce with ginger and cinnamon.
The weather of fall is optimal. When you first wake up the grass outside is wet with morning dew. I love those afternoons where I go outside and the cool crisp breeze mixed with the sun shining down creates the perfect temperature. When I walk to the end of the driveway to get the mail I crunch the recently fallen crisp orange leaves. Rabbits and deer scurry through the empty woods with barren trees. In the evening the air is chilly and the wind gets stronger, through the empty trees you can see the yellow harvest moon beaming down on the leaves that are picked up by the wind and thrown around. And while all of this is happening you are cuddled up in bed with a hot cup of tea. All of the pleasant fall weather invites me to be active outside. It is time to go to the orchard to pick apples or play soccer in the cool weather.
In the morning, I love get under balnkets and laying in front of the dying fire. The mornings are so beautiful, that a hot air balloon ride is the thing to do. From above everything you can look around and are able to appreciate the colors and weather of fall. Picking apple is a great idea for fall afternoons. If you go up to Carter’s Mountain, you can pick your own apples and pumpkins and when you are done you can drink hot apple cider and eat apple donuts while once more admiring the scenery. At night it is a perfect time to look at the stars with your family. Or you can warm up around a bonfire, roasting marshmallows with your friends.
Fall is a refreshing, fun and extremely pleasant time of year. It is time to start school and get focused on things. But one must not forget to appreciate the weather food and activities that come with it.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Fall Blog #2
Mrs Wiesner: I am very sorry i got the due time wrong. I thought you meant by the end of monday and i could do it when i got home from my afterschool activities. I hope you understand and forgive my confusion. so here is the second draft:
Imagine picking apples on a warm breezy afternoon. This is one of the images I get when I think of fall. It is the best season because of the flavorful food, ideal weather, and fun activities that come with it.
The foods of fall are special because they incorporate cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger. I always look forward to foods that have pumpkin as a main ingredient. On cool early mornings, I wake up, go to Starbucks and get a pumpkin spice latte and a pumpkin scone. Not to mention the delicious pumpkin pie my mom makes for thanksgiving dessert. Fall is apple season. I cannot go through fall with out having apples. The apples are so fresh and ripe and taste good any way they are prepared. I love cold apple cider on a warm afternoon when I get home from school; it quenches my thirst and tastes so good when the refreshing taste passes through my mouth. And I like it hot on a cool and windy night to warm me up. Fall is also the primetime for hot homemade chunky applesauce with ginger and cinnamon.
When I first wake up the grass outside is wet with morning dew. I love those afternoons where I go outside and the cool crisp breeze creates the perfect temperature. I walk to the end of the driveway to get the mail, crunching the orange leaves as I go. Rabbits and deer scurry through the empty woods with barren trees. In the evening the air is chilly. The wind that is blowing my hair around chills my bones and I have to put on a sweater.
The pleasant fall weather invites me to be active outside. It is time to go to the orchard to pick apples or play soccer in the cool weather. At night you look at the stars with your family or gather around the bonfire with your friends and roast marshmallows. In the morning, you go downstairs and lay in front of the dying fire. Fall is the perfect time to bundle up and go on a hot air balloon ride and admire the scenery.
Fall is a refreshing, fun and completely lovely time of year. It is time to start school and get focused on things. But one must not forget to appreciate the weather food and activities that come with it.
Imagine picking apples on a warm breezy afternoon. This is one of the images I get when I think of fall. It is the best season because of the flavorful food, ideal weather, and fun activities that come with it.
The foods of fall are special because they incorporate cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger. I always look forward to foods that have pumpkin as a main ingredient. On cool early mornings, I wake up, go to Starbucks and get a pumpkin spice latte and a pumpkin scone. Not to mention the delicious pumpkin pie my mom makes for thanksgiving dessert. Fall is apple season. I cannot go through fall with out having apples. The apples are so fresh and ripe and taste good any way they are prepared. I love cold apple cider on a warm afternoon when I get home from school; it quenches my thirst and tastes so good when the refreshing taste passes through my mouth. And I like it hot on a cool and windy night to warm me up. Fall is also the primetime for hot homemade chunky applesauce with ginger and cinnamon.
When I first wake up the grass outside is wet with morning dew. I love those afternoons where I go outside and the cool crisp breeze creates the perfect temperature. I walk to the end of the driveway to get the mail, crunching the orange leaves as I go. Rabbits and deer scurry through the empty woods with barren trees. In the evening the air is chilly. The wind that is blowing my hair around chills my bones and I have to put on a sweater.
The pleasant fall weather invites me to be active outside. It is time to go to the orchard to pick apples or play soccer in the cool weather. At night you look at the stars with your family or gather around the bonfire with your friends and roast marshmallows. In the morning, you go downstairs and lay in front of the dying fire. Fall is the perfect time to bundle up and go on a hot air balloon ride and admire the scenery.
Fall is a refreshing, fun and completely lovely time of year. It is time to start school and get focused on things. But one must not forget to appreciate the weather food and activities that come with it.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Fall Blog #1
Fall is the best time of year. It is the transition from the crazy fun summer to the intense and challenging school year. Along with fall comes the best food, weather, and activities. To really experience the best season you have to appreciate all of these.
I always look forward to foods with pumpkin in it. On cool early mornings, I wake up, go to Starbucks and get a pumpkin spice latte and a pumpkin scone. Not to mention the delicious pumpkin pie for thanksgiving dessert. One cannot go through fall without eating apples. The apples are so fresh and ripe and taste good any way. I love cold apple cider on a warm afternoon when I get home from school; it quenches my thirst and tastes so good when the refreshing taste passes through my mouth. And I like it hot on a cool and windy night to warm me up. Fall is also the primetime for hot homemade chunky apple sauce with ginger and cinnamon.
When you first wake up the grass outside is wet with morning dew.
I love those afternoons where you go outside and the cool crisp breeze creates the perfect temperature. You walk to the end of the driveway to get the mail crunching the orange leaves as you go. Bunnies and deer scurry through the empty woods with barren trees. In the evening the air is chilly. The wind that is blowing your hair around chills your bones and you have to put a sweater on.
Because of the amazing weather fall is a great time to do many things. It is time to go to the orchard to pick apples or play soccer in the cool weather. At night you look at the stars with your family or gather around the bonfire with your friends and roast marshmallows. In the morning, you go downstairs and lay in front of the dying fire. Fall is the perfect time to bundle up and go on a hot air balloon ride and admire the scenery.
Fall is a refreshing, fun and completely lovely time of year. It is time to start school and get focused on things. But one must not forget to appreciate the weather food and activities that come with it.
I always look forward to foods with pumpkin in it. On cool early mornings, I wake up, go to Starbucks and get a pumpkin spice latte and a pumpkin scone. Not to mention the delicious pumpkin pie for thanksgiving dessert. One cannot go through fall without eating apples. The apples are so fresh and ripe and taste good any way. I love cold apple cider on a warm afternoon when I get home from school; it quenches my thirst and tastes so good when the refreshing taste passes through my mouth. And I like it hot on a cool and windy night to warm me up. Fall is also the primetime for hot homemade chunky apple sauce with ginger and cinnamon.
When you first wake up the grass outside is wet with morning dew.
I love those afternoons where you go outside and the cool crisp breeze creates the perfect temperature. You walk to the end of the driveway to get the mail crunching the orange leaves as you go. Bunnies and deer scurry through the empty woods with barren trees. In the evening the air is chilly. The wind that is blowing your hair around chills your bones and you have to put a sweater on.
Because of the amazing weather fall is a great time to do many things. It is time to go to the orchard to pick apples or play soccer in the cool weather. At night you look at the stars with your family or gather around the bonfire with your friends and roast marshmallows. In the morning, you go downstairs and lay in front of the dying fire. Fall is the perfect time to bundle up and go on a hot air balloon ride and admire the scenery.
Fall is a refreshing, fun and completely lovely time of year. It is time to start school and get focused on things. But one must not forget to appreciate the weather food and activities that come with it.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Stress Blog # 3
It was Sunday night and I was extremely frazzled and stressed. I had missed my English class the previous Monday for a doctor’s appointment. During that class we learned how to make a blog on the new blog site. I attempted to make a blog site at home, which turned out to be a complete failure because I didn’t have any help and I was confused. I was worried about what I was going to write for the assignment and how I was going to post it before class the next day.
My mom had just come home from a trip to Pennsylvania. It was a difficult weekend for her because she went to see her mom who had just suffered a stroke. I was trying to be nice to her because I hadn’t seen her for a couple of days. We were also celebrating my mom’s birthday that night and I had made her favorite cake: carrot cake with cream cheese icing.
I was at the computer trying to fix the blog site so I could have enough time to brainstorm about what I was going to write for the assignment. I was clicking on random links off of the home page. I couldn’t figure out how to change my URL and how to make my teacher an administrator of my page. As time went by I got more and more desperate. I decided I would just start over and make a new blog. Unfortunately, the site wouldn’t let me make a new account because I already had one account for my email address. This just about put me over the edge but then I found a way to delete the site that I had created. I pressed the ‘delete this site’ button. Then a page came up that said an error occurred and the page was not deleted. I was really angry at the site for being so confusing and complicated.
Just as I got that message on the computer screen, I heard my mom yell at the dog. Riley our overly enthusiastic Irish Setter had just eaten one-half of the cake I had made for my mom. I was so mad at the stupid dog, how selfish to eat half of the cake! Even my mom was mad at the dog and she usually sided with him in arguments. I was upset that the birthday present that I worked so hard to make for my mom was eaten. I developed a headache, which got worse when my mom thought she could help figure out the blog site. My mom has never been known for her technological skills and it was not the time for her to learn.
She was telling me what to do and I knew she wasn’t helping because I had tried everything. Some tension rose and I really didn’t want to be mean to my mom on her birthday so I told her I could figure it out on my own. When she left I was in a worse place than before. The cake was eaten, the blog site still wasn’t working, and I had a feeling that my mom was annoyed with me for being so obstinate. All these situations lead to me being very angry and sad. Could the night get any worse? It seems so silly, getting worked up about the stubborn website and my helpful mom and my stupid selfish dog. But caught up in the moment, it was so frustrating.
After I calmed down, I figured out how to make a new site, just using the same account. Later that night, my family enjoyed the other half of the cake I made, and my dog also paid for his selfishness when he got sick, my mom was very happy with her presents and especially appreciated the cake. We had a great time as a family. The real reward was when I realized that all this stress and anxiety would make the perfect topic for my English paper.
My mom had just come home from a trip to Pennsylvania. It was a difficult weekend for her because she went to see her mom who had just suffered a stroke. I was trying to be nice to her because I hadn’t seen her for a couple of days. We were also celebrating my mom’s birthday that night and I had made her favorite cake: carrot cake with cream cheese icing.
I was at the computer trying to fix the blog site so I could have enough time to brainstorm about what I was going to write for the assignment. I was clicking on random links off of the home page. I couldn’t figure out how to change my URL and how to make my teacher an administrator of my page. As time went by I got more and more desperate. I decided I would just start over and make a new blog. Unfortunately, the site wouldn’t let me make a new account because I already had one account for my email address. This just about put me over the edge but then I found a way to delete the site that I had created. I pressed the ‘delete this site’ button. Then a page came up that said an error occurred and the page was not deleted. I was really angry at the site for being so confusing and complicated.
Just as I got that message on the computer screen, I heard my mom yell at the dog. Riley our overly enthusiastic Irish Setter had just eaten one-half of the cake I had made for my mom. I was so mad at the stupid dog, how selfish to eat half of the cake! Even my mom was mad at the dog and she usually sided with him in arguments. I was upset that the birthday present that I worked so hard to make for my mom was eaten. I developed a headache, which got worse when my mom thought she could help figure out the blog site. My mom has never been known for her technological skills and it was not the time for her to learn.
She was telling me what to do and I knew she wasn’t helping because I had tried everything. Some tension rose and I really didn’t want to be mean to my mom on her birthday so I told her I could figure it out on my own. When she left I was in a worse place than before. The cake was eaten, the blog site still wasn’t working, and I had a feeling that my mom was annoyed with me for being so obstinate. All these situations lead to me being very angry and sad. Could the night get any worse? It seems so silly, getting worked up about the stubborn website and my helpful mom and my stupid selfish dog. But caught up in the moment, it was so frustrating.
After I calmed down, I figured out how to make a new site, just using the same account. Later that night, my family enjoyed the other half of the cake I made, and my dog also paid for his selfishness when he got sick, my mom was very happy with her presents and especially appreciated the cake. We had a great time as a family. The real reward was when I realized that all this stress and anxiety would make the perfect topic for my English paper.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Stress Blog #2
It was a Sunday night and I was extremely frazzled and stessed. I had missed my English class on Monday when we learned how to make a blog on the new blog site we were using. I had attempted making a blog site which turned out to be a complete failure because I didn’t have any help.I was worried about what I was going to write for the assignment and how I was going to post it before class the next day.
My mom had just come home from a trip to Pennsylvania so I was trying to be nice to her because I hadn’t seen her for a couple of days. We were also celebrating her birthday that night and I had made a cake for her. Her favorite kind- carrot cake with cream cheese icing.
So I was at the computer trying to fix the blog site so that I could have enough time to brainstorm about what I was going to write for the assignment. I was clicking on random links off of the home page. I couldn’t figure out how to change my url. And I still had to worry about making my teacher an administrator of my page. So as time went by I got more and more desperate. I decided I would just start over and make a new blog. But the site wouldn’t let me make a new account because I already had one account for my email address. Then I found a way to delete the site that I had created. Then I pressed the delete this site button. Then a page came up that said an error occurred and the page was not deleted. So I was really angry with the site for being so confusing and complicated.
Then my mom came by and told me that the cake that I made was eaten by the dog. I was so mad at the stupid dog that was selfish enough to eat half of the cake. Even my mom was mad at the dog and she usually sided with him in arguments. So I was upset that the birthday present for my mom was eaten. And suddenly I had a headache which got worse when my mom thought she could help figure out the blog site. And my mom has never been known for her technological skills.
There she was telling me what to do and I knew she wasn’t helping because I had tried everything. Some tension rose and I really didn’t want to be mean to my mom on her birthday so I told her I could figure it out on my own. When she left I was in a worse place than before. The cake was eaten, the blog site still wasn’t working, and I had a feeling that my mom was annoyed with me for being so obstinate. Could the night get any worse? All these situations lead to me being very angry and sad. It seems so silly, getting worked up about the stubborn website and my helpful mom and my stupid selfish dog. But caught up in the moment, it was so frustrating.
After I calmed down, I figured out how to make a new site, just using the same account. Later that night, my family enjoyed the other half of the cake I made. And my dog also paid for his selfishness when he got sick. My mom was very happy with her presents and we had a great time as a family. And it was quite reassuring when I discovered that this was the perfect topic for my English paper.
My mom had just come home from a trip to Pennsylvania so I was trying to be nice to her because I hadn’t seen her for a couple of days. We were also celebrating her birthday that night and I had made a cake for her. Her favorite kind- carrot cake with cream cheese icing.
So I was at the computer trying to fix the blog site so that I could have enough time to brainstorm about what I was going to write for the assignment. I was clicking on random links off of the home page. I couldn’t figure out how to change my url. And I still had to worry about making my teacher an administrator of my page. So as time went by I got more and more desperate. I decided I would just start over and make a new blog. But the site wouldn’t let me make a new account because I already had one account for my email address. Then I found a way to delete the site that I had created. Then I pressed the delete this site button. Then a page came up that said an error occurred and the page was not deleted. So I was really angry with the site for being so confusing and complicated.
Then my mom came by and told me that the cake that I made was eaten by the dog. I was so mad at the stupid dog that was selfish enough to eat half of the cake. Even my mom was mad at the dog and she usually sided with him in arguments. So I was upset that the birthday present for my mom was eaten. And suddenly I had a headache which got worse when my mom thought she could help figure out the blog site. And my mom has never been known for her technological skills.
There she was telling me what to do and I knew she wasn’t helping because I had tried everything. Some tension rose and I really didn’t want to be mean to my mom on her birthday so I told her I could figure it out on my own. When she left I was in a worse place than before. The cake was eaten, the blog site still wasn’t working, and I had a feeling that my mom was annoyed with me for being so obstinate. Could the night get any worse? All these situations lead to me being very angry and sad. It seems so silly, getting worked up about the stubborn website and my helpful mom and my stupid selfish dog. But caught up in the moment, it was so frustrating.
After I calmed down, I figured out how to make a new site, just using the same account. Later that night, my family enjoyed the other half of the cake I made. And my dog also paid for his selfishness when he got sick. My mom was very happy with her presents and we had a great time as a family. And it was quite reassuring when I discovered that this was the perfect topic for my English paper.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Stress Blog #1
It was a Sunday night and I was stressed for many reasons. One reason was that I missed English class on Monday. I missed out on how to make a blog with the class. I was worried about what I was going to write for the blog that I had to post before class the next day. And I also had no idea how to post it or fix my blog so that my teacher could see it and so that is had the right url.
My mom had just come home from a trip to Pennsylvania so I was trying to be nice to her because I hadn’t seen her and we were celebrating her birthday that day. I made a cake for my mom’s birthday. Her favorite kind- carrot cake with cream cheese icing.
So I was at the computer trying to fix the blog site so that I could have enough time to brainstorm about what I was going to write for the assignment. I was clicking on random links off of the home page. I couldn’t figure out how to change my url. And I still had to worry about making my teacher an administrator of my page. So as time went by I got more and more desperate. I decided I would just start over and make a new blog. But the site wouldn’t let me make a new account because I already had one account for my email address. Then I found a way to delete the site that I had created. So I pressed the delete this site button. Then a page came up that said an error occurred and the page was not deleted. So I was stressing out about how to figure the site out.
Then my mom came by and told me that the cake that I made was eaten by the dog. I was so mad at the stupid dog that had to be selfish enough to eat half of the cake. Even my mom was mad at the dog and she usually sided with him in arguments. So I was upset that the birthday present for my mom was eaten. And suddenly I had a headache that got worse when my mom thought she could help figure out the blog site. My mom that has never been known for her technological skills.
So there she was telling me what to do and me maneuvering around the site knowing how to do anything but set up the new site. Some tension rose and I really didn’t want to be mean to my mom on her birthday, so when she left me alone, I broke down.
It seems so silly, getting worked up about the stubborn website and my helpful mom and my stupid selfish dog. But caught up in the moment, it was so frustrating.
After I calmed down, I figured out how to make a new site, just using the same account. Later that night, my family enjoyed the other half of the cake I made and my dog got sick. My mom was very happy with her presents and we had a great time as a family. And it was quite reassuring when I discovered that this was the perfect topic for my English paper.
My mom had just come home from a trip to Pennsylvania so I was trying to be nice to her because I hadn’t seen her and we were celebrating her birthday that day. I made a cake for my mom’s birthday. Her favorite kind- carrot cake with cream cheese icing.
So I was at the computer trying to fix the blog site so that I could have enough time to brainstorm about what I was going to write for the assignment. I was clicking on random links off of the home page. I couldn’t figure out how to change my url. And I still had to worry about making my teacher an administrator of my page. So as time went by I got more and more desperate. I decided I would just start over and make a new blog. But the site wouldn’t let me make a new account because I already had one account for my email address. Then I found a way to delete the site that I had created. So I pressed the delete this site button. Then a page came up that said an error occurred and the page was not deleted. So I was stressing out about how to figure the site out.
Then my mom came by and told me that the cake that I made was eaten by the dog. I was so mad at the stupid dog that had to be selfish enough to eat half of the cake. Even my mom was mad at the dog and she usually sided with him in arguments. So I was upset that the birthday present for my mom was eaten. And suddenly I had a headache that got worse when my mom thought she could help figure out the blog site. My mom that has never been known for her technological skills.
So there she was telling me what to do and me maneuvering around the site knowing how to do anything but set up the new site. Some tension rose and I really didn’t want to be mean to my mom on her birthday, so when she left me alone, I broke down.
It seems so silly, getting worked up about the stubborn website and my helpful mom and my stupid selfish dog. But caught up in the moment, it was so frustrating.
After I calmed down, I figured out how to make a new site, just using the same account. Later that night, my family enjoyed the other half of the cake I made and my dog got sick. My mom was very happy with her presents and we had a great time as a family. And it was quite reassuring when I discovered that this was the perfect topic for my English paper.
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