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.
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