Best of/worst of

my favorite poem was "fish" because i liked how the detail was put into something i am interested in. and i understood how it felt to catch a fish.
my least favotire poem "Ode on a grecian urn" there was to much detail on something that was wierd to me.
my favorite short story was "to build a fire" because i thought the story line was interesting and i enjoy storys about the out doors.
my least favorite story was ""Bartleby" because it was soooooo long. but the movie was cool.
Death of a salesman was a decent story, little wierd, but i think yes it would be a good story to have them read.
I think reading and watching the film was helpful. its nice to have a visual and helps you understand a little more. but its also good to read the story because you can foloow what is being said more.
My favorite in class activity was reading the strips and learning the lines of the stories.
My least favorite activity was drawing out the story frames for "lone ranger"
I thought the class went well without doing presentations, and i think learning from an experienced teacher is better then learning from students who are learning.
I didnt mind the blog enteries, sometimes i didnt want to,but it was kinda fun. i liked making up our own poems the best, but i didnt like the post trying to act like someone else.

Grandpa Willy

Your grandfather was a hardworking man, yes he had his moments and was a little off the deep end, but he loved us kids growing up and always wanted the best for us. he always thought of us as having a bright future as salesman, but that wasnt really in my interest for myself. me and him had our issues and disagreements, but in the end we had an understanding for eachother. you may have thought your grandfather was crazy, but you also would have thought of him as a good man with a good heart. he would have enjoyed you in his life if he were still around.

Linda's Diary

Past:
Watching Willy and the boys get along, and running around the yard throwing the ball back and forth brings me such joy. Reminds me of how close our family truely is. Everything is falling into place nicely it seems; Willy has been bringing in enough income, we have a nice Chevy, Biff has scholarships lined up. I as a mother and wife could not be more proud of my boys. Although, i do worry Happy feels as if he is being forgtten. With Biff getting schholarships and doing so well in life right now, Happy may have been put on the back burner. I hope my boys find their way in life.

Present:
It seems to me my family Is falling apart. Biff and willy can not seem to get along, and fight with each other everytime they are in the same room with one another. Willy just want what is best for Biff, but Willy has begun to lose his own mind. He is so tired, and his emotions run wild. I can not seem to do much right anymore, and Willy always snaps at me. I worry about our finances, it just doesnt seem like we are where we were in the past. I worry about my family, we are not close anymore. Everything is falling apart. We have not found our way in life quite yet.

The Lottery

Almost every small community has a day designated for the people to join together that will take place annually. For example, when I lived in Troy Idaho, every year the community would have a big get together called Troy Days, and when I live in Turner Oregon, the community would have a get together called the Lamb Festival. In “The Lottery” they would annually get together to have a “Lottery” or a Stoning.

Although now day’s communities have a fun and good get together, it is similar to the Stoning process. In “The Lottery” the community gathered in one area and made an event out of it where their community would get together. I think the stoning process may symbolize that although communities get together, there is still tension or conflict that takes place within every community, and that a lot of the time one person is singled out within the conflict. For example, in the story every year they draw paper to kill one person in the end, and it is normal. We know that it is normal for “The Lottery” community since it does take place every year, but also from what some of the members say. For example, the old man who keeps complaining that he has experienced this for 70 years, and also the head person saying that they just needed to get on with the process so they can get back to doing their work. A good example for today’s people would be, in almost every friend group there is that one person that group gangs up on and basically makes fun of and tortures. I think almost every group can relate to this, and knows exactly what I am talking about.

Mrs. Mallard's Facebook

1. Send prayers out to me for I have been told I have heart trouble. Hopefully I can work through this.
2. R.I.P my wonderful husband, for he was killed in a terrible railroad disaster.
3. Living life alone without my dearest husband is difficult. love and miss you.
4. Drink your sarrows away.
5. Life is precious. Dont take it for granted.
6. The telegram was false. My husband, Brently Mallard, is still alive. couldnt be happier.
7. Life without my husband, wouldnt be life at all.
8. You never know what life will throw at you. smile and live with no regrets.
9. To much joy can be a killer.
10. Life goes faster then we know it.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/01/31/AR2006013101407.html

Boy

Son dont cry. Wipe that dirt off yourself, and be a man. If something bothers you, suck it up. If you get hurt, suck it up. Learn to take a punch, and learn to throw one. Stand up for yourself. Work hard and do everything right the first time, then you wont have to do it a second. Go get the weed eater, cut some grass. Take the pickup in? ha. You can change the oil yourself. Learn to aim and shoot that gun, your gutting the buck afterwords. You put it on your dinner plate, you can eat it all. Pull your pants up, and turn your hat straight, you arnt no hooligan. Show your mother respect, and treat every girl like you would treat your mom. Open the door for your girl, listen to her when she talks, comfort her when she needs you. Dont be a boy. Be a man. "yes sir", says the son.

Dialogue

During another busy day at the tanning salon, while students rush to get a tan before spring break, beds run non stop. the salon is hot, and extremely loud with fans running, music playing, and people talking. All the tanning beds are full, and there is a line leading out the door. a women comes in and looks at the employee working the counter, "can i tan for twenty minutes?",the employee replys back, "yes ma'am you can, may i see your goggles please?" the customer glares at the employee, "i just switched purses, but i do have my goggles. they are in here somewhere." the employee responds back, "i am required by law to see your goggles, or i am not supposed to let you use the bed".
Angered by the employees comment, the customer proceeds to not show her goggles. beds are not getting cleaned, and other customers are lining up behind the counter wanting to tan. after argueing back and forth between the customer and employee, the employee finally says, "just go to bed seven, i dont care." the employee gets up and beggins to clean beds for other customers. twenty minutes later the cranky customer walks up to the front desk, and looks at the employee. "what is the owners name?", "Nancy Smith" states the employee. "what is your name?". "Lucy". "how can i get ahold of the owner". "Im not allowed to give out that information". The angry customer says, "I want you to know i will be contacting the owner, and i want you to know you are unprofessional and extremely rude". the employee smiles and says, "Thank you".
After dealing with the angry customer, and laughing towards her comments, the owner walks into the salon. "hahaha i got a phone call about you. i told her you were doing your job asking for eye wear, next time dont giver them our name."
The day went on, and there were no more customers refusing goggles.