Wednesday, November 14, 2007
A Modest Proposal
I understand that Mr. Swift is trying to be funny but I cannot say that this is amusing to me. These women chooses to have their children and suffer. I do not think that it is fair for these children to be joked about because they are not as wealthy as society thinks they should. I just think about my three my children and because I have so many and I struggle they should be ate. This modest proposal is something that discusses me and should have been thought out more carefully.
"Satire"
My Definition of "Satire"
1. Someone being sarcastic but really meaning to be funny; 2. Someone or something imitating something sarcastically to be funny.
Examples of "Satire"
1. South Park
2. The Simpsons
3. Mad T.V.
4. Family Guy
1. Someone being sarcastic but really meaning to be funny; 2. Someone or something imitating something sarcastically to be funny.
Examples of "Satire"
1. South Park
2. The Simpsons
3. Mad T.V.
4. Family Guy
The Bloodless Revolution
Charles has died and there is a new king almost them. The only thing that seems to be wrong is that he is Roman Catholic. No one in London likes this because they are afraid that will be given to the pope. While as the new king James was king he had a heir to the throne which didn't make London happy because now they would have to deal with this for another generation. Soon enough because there was so much pressure on James that he and his family fled to France. His daughter Mary and her Dutch husband William of Orange which were Protestant took over the throne.
Because this occurred London was now Protestant. This changed history magnetically. Why? Because this was the first time London did not have to behead a king to get rid of him and second London has stayed Protestant since then. This is very religious so I have to say that because London did not want to get turned over to the Pope is understandable because that certain religion wanted to have control and I believe many of the Londoners did not want that to happen again and I do not blame them to want their freedom.
Because this occurred London was now Protestant. This changed history magnetically. Why? Because this was the first time London did not have to behead a king to get rid of him and second London has stayed Protestant since then. This is very religious so I have to say that because London did not want to get turned over to the Pope is understandable because that certain religion wanted to have control and I believe many of the Londoners did not want that to happen again and I do not blame them to want their freedom.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Sonnets of Shakespeare and Spenser....
1. Each section of Shakespeare's poem had it's own meaning and did not link onto none of the other sections of his poem. Spenser was little different because he had a different scheme for his poem each section of his poem linked together which allowed his his poem to flow easier. I like Mr. Spenser a whole lot more because his poem are fun to read and you can understand the poem better when you beak it down. Mr.Spencer had a style that you can just picture it as someone reads it aloud to you. I am not putting Mr.Shakespeare down I think that he is wonderful poet, but Mr.Spenser takes the show when his poem is read.
Shakespeare.
1. Should he compare this women to a summers day. Yet she was more sweet and calm as a summers day. Though May's weather is not always good. The month of may is so short that it is hard to compare you to thee.
2. The sun shines to brightly. Though the sun does set or a cloud overshadows it. What is beautiful will soon age. Either by natural cause or chance.
3. Her beauty will never fade. Or loose what she owns. Death can not say anything of her beauty. Her beauty will continually grow.
4. As long as there is humanity. Your beauty will live for eternity.
Spencer
1. We are so far apart. When you come around me it makes me feel great. Yet we do not clash. the more I try, the harder she is to get.
2. My heart is so excited. Her heart seems so cold. Yet she makes me sweat. And my feeling outburst in flames.
3. What else can I say about her? We are still so far. And I shall always be me. The Ice is still hard cold. While the fire is still burning.
4. This power she has is such a power. That it is better than all times.
Sonnet 130 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;A
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;B
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;A
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.B
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,C
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;D
And in some perfumes is there more delightC
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.D
I love to hear her speak, yet well I knowE
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;F
I grant I never saw a goddess go;E
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:F
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rareG
As any she belied with false compare. G
1. Her eye are not bright. Her lips are not red. Her ber beast are dull. And her hair is wirey.
2I have seeen roses that are streake with white and red. But her checks do not compare. Her perfume is not welcoming. And her breath stinks.
3.Her voice I like to hear. But music I have heard that is better. I never seen a Goddess. Yet she stomps everywhere she goes.
4. His Love is rare. Though everything that i say it is a false compare.
"One day I wrote her name upon the strand"
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, A
But came the waves and washed it away: B
Again I wrote it with a second hand, A
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.B
Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay B
A mortal thing so to immortalize! C
For I myself shall like to this decay,B
And eek my name be wiped out likewise. C
Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise C
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame: D
My verse your virtues rare shall eternize, C
And in the heavens write your glorious name;D
Where, whenas death shall all the world subdue,E
Our love shall live, and later life renew. E
1.He wrote her name in sand and it washed away.
2.You crazyman. whywrite my name in the sand because just like the tides that wash my name away we will decay away.
3.Let little things think of death. You shall live by remeberance. By this poem.
4. Even though the death will come about. Our love for each other will live forever.
SHANYA
My seed that came from me A
As my baby grow and grows B
Is not as nice as she could be A
He is puffed like a Fro B
She is an image of her Father C
the joy she brings to everyone as a she plays around D
But there attitudes are far from one another C
gives everyone a laughing sound D
But does this baby breath? E
She is not to blame for her actions F
My baby is not beneath E
In this world there are many distractions F
My baby is fair.G
So the world better perpare.G
Shakespeare.
1. Should he compare this women to a summers day. Yet she was more sweet and calm as a summers day. Though May's weather is not always good. The month of may is so short that it is hard to compare you to thee.
2. The sun shines to brightly. Though the sun does set or a cloud overshadows it. What is beautiful will soon age. Either by natural cause or chance.
3. Her beauty will never fade. Or loose what she owns. Death can not say anything of her beauty. Her beauty will continually grow.
4. As long as there is humanity. Your beauty will live for eternity.
Spencer
1. We are so far apart. When you come around me it makes me feel great. Yet we do not clash. the more I try, the harder she is to get.
2. My heart is so excited. Her heart seems so cold. Yet she makes me sweat. And my feeling outburst in flames.
3. What else can I say about her? We are still so far. And I shall always be me. The Ice is still hard cold. While the fire is still burning.
4. This power she has is such a power. That it is better than all times.
Sonnet 130 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;A
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;B
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;A
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.B
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,C
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;D
And in some perfumes is there more delightC
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.D
I love to hear her speak, yet well I knowE
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;F
I grant I never saw a goddess go;E
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:F
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rareG
As any she belied with false compare. G
1. Her eye are not bright. Her lips are not red. Her ber beast are dull. And her hair is wirey.
2I have seeen roses that are streake with white and red. But her checks do not compare. Her perfume is not welcoming. And her breath stinks.
3.Her voice I like to hear. But music I have heard that is better. I never seen a Goddess. Yet she stomps everywhere she goes.
4. His Love is rare. Though everything that i say it is a false compare.
"One day I wrote her name upon the strand"
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, A
But came the waves and washed it away: B
Again I wrote it with a second hand, A
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.B
Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay B
A mortal thing so to immortalize! C
For I myself shall like to this decay,B
And eek my name be wiped out likewise. C
Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise C
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame: D
My verse your virtues rare shall eternize, C
And in the heavens write your glorious name;D
Where, whenas death shall all the world subdue,E
Our love shall live, and later life renew. E
1.He wrote her name in sand and it washed away.
2.You crazyman. whywrite my name in the sand because just like the tides that wash my name away we will decay away.
3.Let little things think of death. You shall live by remeberance. By this poem.
4. Even though the death will come about. Our love for each other will live forever.
SHANYA
My seed that came from me A
As my baby grow and grows B
Is not as nice as she could be A
He is puffed like a Fro B
She is an image of her Father C
the joy she brings to everyone as a she plays around D
But there attitudes are far from one another C
gives everyone a laughing sound D
But does this baby breath? E
She is not to blame for her actions F
My baby is not beneath E
In this world there are many distractions F
My baby is fair.G
So the world better perpare.G
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Friday November 2, 2007 3:00pm- 5:30
Well today did not go as planed. We were suppose to meet up at my school because I had graduating test class, but there was no at the school. I knew that Mr. Mize was at his school teaching that they went on a field trip with thier students. I waled tothe bus stop and rode the bus to his school. I arrived unexpectly, but he seemed very happy and surprised to see me and so were the students.
As I sat there I had a conversation with his teacher assistant. Once they got finish reading the scary story it was time for the kids to go home and tell there mother what a good day they had at school and that on Hollween they get to bring thier costumes to school and go trick-a-treating around the school.
Mr. Mize and I walked to his car and we had small talk about his day and how the kids reacted to the pumpkin patch they went to for thier field trip. Mr. Mize loves coffee and he decided instead of him going all the way to his coffee shop we could just go to house so he could make his special coffee. We get to his house and I meet his wife and his son Vic. Mr. Mize showed me his home which was very beautiful. Not only did he show me his home but he showed me his own personal drum set, and he played it for me. We dicuss how you tune a drum. Even though I did research I never ran into tuning a drum. There is a special key that alows you to make the drum high or low. There are knobs around the drums that turn with the special key. We left from there but on way out of the house I spilt coffeee all over my shirt. Thank God I had a spare in my purse. After that accident and I got freshed up his wife was nice enough to wash my shirt for me. Then me and Mr. Mize was on our way to Nuci.
We got to Nuci and on the way we listen to 95.5 the beat to see if there were any beats that I could play. We went in and I showed him that I had practice. Now I'm practicing left hand on the snare, right hand on the tom and my right foot on the bass. The trick to his is for me to play the snare on the 2nd and 4th beat and play the bass on the 1st and 3rd beat while continuly playing the tom. I'm sure I will get it with my practice.
As I sat there I had a conversation with his teacher assistant. Once they got finish reading the scary story it was time for the kids to go home and tell there mother what a good day they had at school and that on Hollween they get to bring thier costumes to school and go trick-a-treating around the school.
Mr. Mize and I walked to his car and we had small talk about his day and how the kids reacted to the pumpkin patch they went to for thier field trip. Mr. Mize loves coffee and he decided instead of him going all the way to his coffee shop we could just go to house so he could make his special coffee. We get to his house and I meet his wife and his son Vic. Mr. Mize showed me his home which was very beautiful. Not only did he show me his home but he showed me his own personal drum set, and he played it for me. We dicuss how you tune a drum. Even though I did research I never ran into tuning a drum. There is a special key that alows you to make the drum high or low. There are knobs around the drums that turn with the special key. We left from there but on way out of the house I spilt coffeee all over my shirt. Thank God I had a spare in my purse. After that accident and I got freshed up his wife was nice enough to wash my shirt for me. Then me and Mr. Mize was on our way to Nuci.
We got to Nuci and on the way we listen to 95.5 the beat to see if there were any beats that I could play. We went in and I showed him that I had practice. Now I'm practicing left hand on the snare, right hand on the tom and my right foot on the bass. The trick to his is for me to play the snare on the 2nd and 4th beat and play the bass on the 1st and 3rd beat while continuly playing the tom. I'm sure I will get it with my practice.
Monday, October 29, 2007
The Tragedy Of Macbeth: Act 3
In this at Macbeth had become King, and in all of his greed he has become worried that Banquo and his son would try to take over. Macbeth has hired some 2 guysto kill Banqo and his son to get rid of them. During this atemp they kill Banqo but the sone gets away. Later on that night Macbeth is celebrating with his people and he truns around and sees Banquo sitting in his seat. He starts to talk crazy and his friend Ross stands up for him and tells everyone to worry he gets likethis sometimes and everyone soon forgets about theoutburst that thier King made.
At the end of this story there are two gentlemen having a conversation about what was going on in their surroundings.They discribed how theyunderstood why Macbeth was so dissurpbed at the celebation because of the killing and not knowing who's the killer. They are thinking that it might be the one of the sons or someone of that nature. There is no one except Macduff that thinks that something is fishy going on.
Now I just feel like everyone willl soon find out the truth about Macbeth and how he betraied his counrty by killing the king so he could become king. Not only did he kill the king but also got some others to kill Banquo and try to kill his son ( which they did not) inorder to not allow Banqo son to take the throne from him. I really think that Macbeth is what comming to him because him doing all this killing is not right and hs should be taken care of no matter what the cost.
At the end of this story there are two gentlemen having a conversation about what was going on in their surroundings.They discribed how theyunderstood why Macbeth was so dissurpbed at the celebation because of the killing and not knowing who's the killer. They are thinking that it might be the one of the sons or someone of that nature. There is no one except Macduff that thinks that something is fishy going on.
Now I just feel like everyone willl soon find out the truth about Macbeth and how he betraied his counrty by killing the king so he could become king. Not only did he kill the king but also got some others to kill Banquo and try to kill his son ( which they did not) inorder to not allow Banqo son to take the throne from him. I really think that Macbeth is what comming to him because him doing all this killing is not right and hs should be taken care of no matter what the cost.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
The Tragedy Of Macbeth Act 2
Act 2 Macbeth is going crazy. He is either drunk, hallucinating or something because as you read you can tell that he confused and not clear," Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still." Macbeth seemed like he need counseling and then his marriage might needed some to because his wife nor him seemed to be in the right mind. As we know his wife did talk him in to killing the King which he did do away with, "I have did the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?" Yet Macbeth seemed guilty about killing the King before he even did it which makes him seem a little on the sensitive side to me.
Now the sons of the king and anyone else who is the house is finding out that the King was murdered, "approach the chamber, and destroy your sight with a new Gorgon: do nor bid me speak; See, and then speak yourselves. Awake, Awake!"
Now the sons of the king and anyone else who is the house is finding out that the King was murdered, "approach the chamber, and destroy your sight with a new Gorgon: do nor bid me speak; See, and then speak yourselves. Awake, Awake!"
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