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Journal # 7: Chapters 1-3 [Perspective: Jem]

2009-05-30T13:32:00.000-07:00

Journal # 7: Chapters: 25-28 [Perspective: Jem]

I was finally in the seventh grade. I was trying try out for football, but they were not consented. They thought I was too skinny. I don’t blame em’ I am a bit too skinny. Scout and I kept passin’ the Radley house. We always knew that Boo was inside, but of course he’d never wanta come out.

Scout always says hello to Mr. Radley. He always looks stressed or upset. We been seein’ less of him.

I can’t believe Scout. All that junk about Hitler. She reminded me of that courthouse, it made me so upset. It was one of the biggest inconveniences of all to me, it made me so angry. I was tryin’ to forget all that courthouse junk, it was like an assessment for me to forget though. It was so difficult to forget it ‘cause of Scout most of the time. Also finding out that Tom was dead, that was pretty hard to hear.

I finally calmed down. It didn’t take very long for me, I just needed to relax a bit. The only odd thing that happened was Mr. Ewell threatin’ Helen Robinson. I couldn’t believe him. He’s spittin’ on Atticus, now threatin’ poor Helen. That Bob Ewell really needs to calm down. Mr. Link was extremely upset. I wouldn’t be surprised if Mr. Link allegedly accused Mr. Ewell. That Mr. Ewell drives people insane! Especially Atticus, he been botherin’ him.

I just want him to leave us alone. He’s basically persecuted us. He already won the case; I mean just leave us alone!

Then all of a sudden, it feels like time had sped up. We’re at the play, and Scout is ham for it. We’re on our way home, and we get attacked. It happened so fast, I don’t even know what happened.

We’re slowly walkin’ home, then it feels like we’ve been shattered. All I remember was being hit. I was knocked unconscious. I couldn’t put my mind on it. I had no idea who it was. It drove me insane. It drove me to many levels of insanity. My mind felt like it was ending, go dramatically into a black hole, it felt like. I could picture Bob Ewell hitting me in the back of the head. Yet, I can picture anyone doing that. Mostly him.

As I was knocked out, I could still hear voices. I could hear Atticus’s voice as well Scout’s. I could hear Aunt Alexandra’s crying whiny voice in the background. I felt frozen. I couldn’t move a mussel. I was on the bed, still. Heck Tate was inside my house. I heard his voice and footsteps. I could shift to hear what they were talking about.

I could hear Scout’s poor little trembling voice. Oh, how I wanted to wake and tell her everything was going to be fine. Depression sunk in me. I became sad at the fact that I wasn’t there for my dear sister. I was terrified for her.

I was still frozen on my bed. I didn’t know what was going on. I was totally lost in my head. I wish I could be there for her, even though in ways, I am. I feel lost inside of my self. I then heard Heck Tate asking Scout many many questions. I felt bad for Scout, she still seemed scared.

Journal 6: Chapters: 16-17 [Perspective: Tom Robinson]

2009-05-20T20:58:00.001-07:00

Journal 6: Chapters: 16-17 [Perspective: Tom Robinson]

I know that Mayella Ewell was lyin’. I just don’t wanna says it. All em’ white folk will think I’m the one lyin’. She look like she was gonna burst every second. I felt bad for the gal, even though she hated me.

She sounded so oblivious, talkin’ about wha had happened. I was gettin’ a bit mad, none of her junk was true. I didn’t wanna hit anyone but I swear to god, her father was givin’ me the stink eye. I wanted to rip him a part, he was botherin’ me. He didn’t not seem so acquiescence when I looked at him back. He still looked at me like I was a whore.

All em’ white people started at me when I was called to speak. I breathed in, and nervously walked up. I was sayin’ my testament, and all em’ Negros were whisperin’. I didn’t mind. Judge Taylor was ranin’ me with questions. I was nervous, but I knew I could get through this. I just wanted to world to know I didn’t harm that gal. I says to everyone, no one believes me.

All em’ believe Mayella ‘cause she anit a Negro like me. No one likes us black. I know they all thinkin’ why should we believe em’ Nergos are tellin’ the truth? They should believe us.

I did no touch the gal. I been tryin’ to prove that for a long while. It was hard to ‘member ‘cause it happened almost a year ago. But I only help the gal with things she need help with. She also encumbered me, I got away. Like Atticus concluded, she got no friends. I know why. She’s a creepy gal, no one likes her. That’s really the only reason why I help her. She got no friends, it’s nice to help. That’s the only reason people think I harmed her. ‘Cause I helped her out, ‘cause she anit got no friends to help her and her brothers and sisters don’t wanta help her.

It feels like just ‘cause I help her, people think I harm her. All em’ are wrong. Sometimes I think, as long as I know I anit harming her, it’s okay.

When I heard Mr. Ewell make his speech, I wanted to be dispelled. He was borin’ me to death and goin’ on how I harmed his daughter and yelled who done this? That Mr. Ewell went crazy! He always goes on and on how I harmed his daughter when I certainly did not. He does not treat me with indulgence. Just treats me like I’m a dirty whore as he calls me.

As I was tellin’ the jury what had happened, the moment flashed back into my head. The moment of helpin’ Mayella, then her kissing the side o’ my face. I’m glad I got away before she tired to push me down. Otherwise, I would have gotten in trouble, even though I am in trouble. I can’t believe everyone believes Mr. Ewell’a story. I think it was him who beat his own daughter up. I believe it. He’s a drunk! How does no one believe Atticus’s story! It’s very true and no one goes an’ believes it.

Atticus is tellin’ the real story. Mr. Ewell is just good at lyin’. He be very good at lyin’. He most o’ been drunk while hitting his daughter and rapein’ her.

I swear, Mr. Ewell you be going to jail. You be a gonna be gone soon. I swear to god, everyone is a gonna find out you’re a bad bad man just like Atticus says. You be going to jail, I can see it.

I don’t understand how people can believe their stupid story. I just want the the Ewell’s story to be proven wrong, that’s all I want. Then I can finally be home with my chuillen and wife.

Journal # 5: Chapters: 13-15 [Perspective: Aunt Alexandra]

2009-05-16T13:58:00.000-07:00

Journal # 5: Chapters: 13-15 [Perspective: Aunt Alexandra]

Atticus…I don’t believe that man. He’s saying he “needs me to help out Scout.” Scout is a disgrace to the entire Finch family. She don’t need my help.

The thought of Scout being a lady ran through my head. Oh, wouldn’t that be nice. Just to see her act properly would be amazing to me. So, I decided to help my brother out with situation. For the family, I thought. Jean Louise Finch, for once in your life, you’re life, you’re going to be a lady. A proper lady. That thought was in my head a lot. That’s the main thing I wanted to say to that disgraceful gal.

Once I saw her, she looked pretty surprised to see me. I can’t believe that Atticus didn’t tell her I was the heroic one that was going to her manly ways. Yes, it will be to change her. I am descended to. I hope little Jean Louise knows that. She’s probably hanging out with the boys so much; she probably forgot her real name, that pig. Oh Jean Louise, I wish you could realize the monster man you have been!

I can’t believe Jean Louise sometimes. When she asked to go Calpurnia’s home. Why in all of gods green goodness would she want to go to a black person’s home? I disproved. What was Calpurnia going to do to help that Jean Louise? Nothin’. Sure she helps Jean Louise and Jem sometimes but she is not a proper women. The first time I saw that Calpurnia, I always had doubts about her.

There Atticus and I sat. Jean Louise asked Atticus if she could go to Calpurnia’s house. That thought ran through my mind about how Calpurnia was not a proper woman. Of course I had to say no.

When Jean Louise yelled at me I was ready to burst. That was not a way to act like a proper lady. Never was I ever spoken that way. I couldn’t believe her. I’m glad Atticus deiced not let her go. But it upsets me that Atticus did not let Calpurnia go. She shouldn’t be her. She is not a good example of a proper woman. Like if been thinking before. Oh Atticus, he should really know what a proper woman is.

Once that Dill cam I knew the answer to all of Scout’s problems. Dill is not a proper man either. He is not well behaved. He ran away from his home for god’s shakes! That boy really should tell his mother where he is. Scout and Dill are not proper people at all.

This was the key; I knew that Dill was making Scout improper. More improper than she already was. There he was, sittin’ with Jem and Scout. I’d give him odd looks. He would never look at me, he would always look at Scout. She was always smile back at him. I knew somethin’ was up between them but I never really cared what. All I really cared about was fixing Scout. That’s all I ever really thought about. Scout made me so upset, I just didn’t even care what else was going on around me. My thoughts were coming together, and I was still suck on how I was going to fix Scout. Sometimes, I wish I knew the answer. I was always stuck on what I should do about her. Sometimes, I would just sit and stare at Dill, Jem, and Scout. Jem didn’t upset me. Just the fact that he made his sister into a boy was the only part that bothered me. Dill bothered me though. I don’t know what it was, but he just annoyed the wits out of me.
Scout…I didn’t even know what to think about her. I will fix her. I can do this, it anit gonna be that hard. Jean Louise, you’d better watch out. That’s one main thing that I wanted to say to her. When she’s with me, she’s going to be a proper lady. Even when she’s not with me, she’s going to be a lady.

Journal #4: Chapters: 10-12 [Perspective: Calpurnia]

2009-05-14T20:58:00.001-07:00

Journal #4: Chapters: 10-12 [Perspective: Calpurnia]

That mad dog. That dog scared the wits out of me. I almost fainted, I swear to god once I saw old Tim Johnson strollin’ ‘round. I could see the Tim Johnson was inconspicuous; he was bumpin’ into things. I almost felt bad for that poor thing. But of course, I didn’t ‘, I didn’t want anyone getting peril ‘cause of it.
Thank god Atticus shot that dirty nasty thing. I could see the foam out of his mouth. I felt like throwin’ up every time I pictured that nasty dog. I almost wanted to shoot that thing my self, but it wouldn’t be lady-like.
The rest of day was pure nothin’. I couldn’t wait for the day to end, I was sick of picturin’ that mad dog. The rest of the day I was cantankerous because of that old Tim Jonson.

I was happy to take care of Jem and Scout when Atticus was gone. Since Scout was always alone because Jem wouldn’t want to play with her, I felt closer to her. She would always be sad though, I didn’t like that. I know that Jem and Scout aren’t exactly contemporaries, but Jem needs to pay attention to Scout. They used to play so much, now they hardly play at all. All he has to do is play with her, and she’ll be happy. Sometimes that Jem can make me angry. Poor Scout.

I was excited to take Jem and Scout to my church. I didn’t want em’ to get in trouble. Many of the folk in my church, don’t like white people. Their all colored over there. Once they saw me with two white kids, Lula, threw a fit. I can’t believe that women. She was upset and all. I can’t believe her. Why doesn’t she get off my back? It’s my business why their at my church. She can contradict a lot. I know how em’ kids feel. I know what it’s like to be hated just because of the color of my skin. I just want all that to stop. The pain I feel. The pains I see with thin another’s eyes. It hurts me so much. I wish Lula never said all that junk. It hurt me.

Course’ Reverend Sykes tries to get that money for Helen. I don’t mind Helen much, but she can get her own dang money. We all do it, so can she. I know not many people want to hire her, but she can get a job if she tried hard enough. I don’t give that women pity. She can work her self. I try to give money, I’m happy Jem said he’d pay. I was happy I didn’t have to pay considering I didn’t like her that much.

As we walked out of the church, I felt good. Taking care of Scout n’ Jem felt good. I was blissful that I brought em’ kids to the church. Even though some of my folk were unhappy they came, Jem n’ Scout didn’t care.

It inspired me how they take all em’ comments. As I see Ms. Dubose and em’ other adults making those kids feel worthless, I see braveness in Jem n’ Scout. Sure, Jem and Scout can get crazed over some comments, but I always see nobleness in em’ eyes. I’m proud of em’ kids. I always see pain in em’ eyes, but em’ kids always shake it off.

As Scout and I are getting closer, she asked me if she could go to my adobe. It surprised me, but it also didn’t. I knew she was alone, but I didn’t know she was that alone. Poor gal, I’m glad she thinks of me as a friend.

Jem has got to play with that young lady. I know she don’t like being called a lady, but Jem called her a girl. Man, was she angry. I felt pain for that little gal. I wish Jem would just stop.

Someday, that Scout is going to be a proper young lady. I sense it. I will teach her as well I as I can. Them Jem won’t call her that anymore, and she’ll be as good as new.

Journal # 3: Chapters 8 & 9 [Perspective: Atticus]

2009-05-11T20:06:00.000-07:00

Journal # 3: Chapters 8 & 9 [Perspective: Atticus]

Hot and cold were the only two words I could think of. They played over and over again in my head. The words gave me so much perplexity; they haunted and made me shudder.

The cool breeze swept upon me. That was the only thing I could feel. My entire body went numb. Snow. Scout had never been acquainted with the snow. It made me smile the way she said the world was going to end. I wonder what she thought the snow was, since she got that ugly thought in her head. As I went outside, I froze. I couldn’t believe how froze I felt. My legs started pouring with pain once I took my small steps. I began to isolate my thoughts. Something inside of my thoughts was missing. It must have to do with Scout since whenever I thought of her, I felt incomplete. After a few more icy steps of pain, I hit me. I was worried how Scout was going to handle the snow for the first time. I must have been so cold, that I didn’t remember the small thought that spooked me. Of course, I entrusted her. I should have cheeked if I could entrust her. The haunt still hurt me.

After the cold breezy day, nightfall came. Midnight crept by. The smoky smell of burns woke me up. I sprung out of my bed and ran to the window. Fire was everywhere. Miss Maudie’s home was in flames. My heart was raising. Who could have done this horrible thing? How could they? Those were the only thoughts that ran through my mind. Before I was debating anything with myself, I speeded over to Jem and Scout.
As soon as Jem woke up, he sped to the window and gasped. I shook Scout awake. Her eyes looked weary. She rubbed her eyes and did what I told her to do. She looked confused, I felt bad for her. Jem, Scout, and I ran outside. The heat made my face burst. I felt a hot wave over my face. My hands shook.

I told my children to stand near the Radley yard. They looked hesitant, but they took a deep breath and went. I watched the rest of the remains of Miss Maudie’s home burn to the ground. She couldn’t stop shrieking. The women looked like she was givin’ birth, her face was all red and she was screaming like crazy. I was trying to comfort her, but she was still going insane. She ran around like a crazy person too.
More screams filled the air. My head started to spin. I tried to stop my head from truing in different directions, but my head just couldn’t stop. The heat started burning my temples. I almost tripped because of the burn. Everyone started at Mr. Radley. He was just standing there, almost chuckling. Whispers spread around. Most of them saying: “I bet Mr. Radley burnt down that house.” I gasped. I sprinted over to the Radley’s yard. Jem and Scout were gone. My heart boomed. Where could they be? I told them stay put…

More heat disturbed my temples. I ran all over the street searching for Jem and Scout. I didn’t want to yell their names; you couldn’t hear anything because of Miss Maudie’s yells.

I finally found them. I saw a blanket over Scout. Once I told her Boo Radley probably put that blanket on her, she almost died. So did I. I couldn’t believe I said that thought out loud. Scout’s eyes got big. She looked like she was going to burst. What did I just do? I thought.

Journal # 2: Chapters 4-7 [Perspective Jem]

2009-05-10T20:59:00.001-07:00

Journal # 2: Chapters 4-7 [Perspective Jem]

My eyes are still blank. Taking a moment to realize what I just did, I thought about what happened. Again. I can’t believe I tried to put that letter n’ Boo Radley’s house. What was I thinking? It was Dill’s idea, so why was my mind tormenting me?
While I was trying to slip that letter n’, my head was spinning. I was so intimidated by anyone who was about to come and catch me. But at the same time, I was excited. I was very unanimous about doing this, since I was excited.

Of course Atticus hears the bell though. That’s why I’m still shaking about what I did. I didn’t expect to get caught. Atticus had such a malignant feeling upon him when he caught me. Dill also didn’t have to ring that bell a bunch of times. That’s what attracted attention. So in ways, it’s my fault for doing it and Dill’s fault for ringin’ that bell bunches of times. I wish Atticus never caught me. Even though Atticus wasn’t too mad and that was good.

I had to go back to the Radley house. I had to see that Boo Radley. I wish Scout didn’t fallow along. It ruined things. I didn’t need her help. She just got really annoying. I couldn’t take it, she’s actin’ so much like a girl. But of course, I couldn’t get rid of her.

As soon as I saw the Radley house, I moved teetered into their yard. I was almost getting that letter into the house. Outta nowhere, Mr.Radley comes and almost shoots us! Then it all happened.

I ran faster than the speed of light as soon as I heard the gunshot. My heart felt like it was going to stop. I breathed hard. Then Scout tripped. It scared me, I thought she was gonna get shot. I couldn’t evasion her. It scared me too much. Then my pants get off and Atticus and Miss Rachel think Dill and I strippin’.

The rest of the night and next mornin’ flew by. I was scared to tell Scout what happened. Once I saw my pants just waitin’ for me that night, my heart felt like it was gonna burst. I got so scared, I was gonna scream. Of course, I wasn’t gonna do that, I didn’t wanna wake up the Radley’s.

I had to tell Scout. It killed me inside. Once I told her, it looked like she got slapped in the face. She looked so ashamed in me. I thought about my pants all day. How they were just…waiting for me. I was thinkin’ that maybe Mr.Radley hung up my pants. He looked pretty mad when he was shootin’ the gun. As long as Atticus don’t find out, I’m good. If he finds out, I don’t know what he’ll think. He probably won’t talk to me for days and give me a look of depression and a look of anger. It hurts me inside that I’m not tellin’ him, but it’s better than what I reckon he’s a going to do to me. He’ll probably whip me too. I can just think of all those times when he did.

I shudder as I think that dirty thought. It scares me. Pain sunk in my thoughts. I wanted to scream. I was so worried that somethin’ else was a going to happen with the Radley’s. I didn’t want to think the worst but I couldn’t get the ugly thought outta my head.

I think harder about the entire thing with Dill and Scout. The pretending to be the Radley’s, the letter, the bell, and the entire issue with the Radley’s. My mind and heart went wild. I couldn’t think.

As I thought about my entire adventure, I also thought: What if it happens again, but crazier. I did see Dill kiss Scout, which was crazy, so, I’m sure I will have another “adventure.”

Journal # 1: Chapters 1-3 [Perspective: Scout]

2009-05-03T13:45:00.000-07:00

Journal # 1: Chapters 1-3 [Perspective: Scout]

That Dill is a nice kid. I knew secretly that he was going to dare Jem. I don’t know how I knew it, but I just had a feeling inside, I was worried for Jem. When he ran over to the Radley house, I had an intimidation like feeling, in the pit of my stomach. I was scared that Jem was going to get him self hurt. I knew how depressed I’d be if Boo Radley would try to hurt poor Jem. Thankfully, after Jem hit that old Radley house, he came running back. I’m glad Jem did it this dare. He proved to Dill that he’s not afraid of Boo Radley.

I was excited for school after that. I couldn’t wait to learn! I felt so indigenous not going to school that whole time. I was always a bit jealous of Jem. He got to go to school.

As walked into my class, my teacher looked like she was new in Maycomb. Just the way she talked gave me a hint that she was new in town. Her name even sounded new to me. Miss Caroline.

When she made me read, I got excited. Reading was something so passionate for me, that whenever I read I’d feel less condescended feelings in the room. I don’t know how I’d get the sense in everyone, but reading just seemed to relax people. When she told me that Atticus should stop teaching me how to read, I couldn’t believe that witch. He doesn’t teach me how to read! Then she gets her irked face on. At least I actually learn unlike others. Some of those kids have done the first grade twice already! It’s my very first time in the first grade, and I get a harsh teacher. Of course, I try to make things better when she offers Walter Cunningham money. But of course she thinks I’m making up these pronouncements about how Atticus doesn’t teach me how to read and how I was born to read. As well as the truth about the Cunningham’s. They don’t ever pay anyone back.

I remember when Walter Cunningham’s father, Walter, paid us back his own special way. I’ll never forget that. I’ve never heard of anything like it. When I asked Atticus if we were poor and he answered ‘yes’ it made me so scared. It made me think, what’s going to happen in the next years when we don’t have enough money? I shuddered at the thought

Then of course that newbie hits my hand with a ruler. No one in Maycomb does that. She doesn’t belong here. I swear, she’s so new she’s going to get told to leave Maycomb because of it. I expected the class to laugh their heads off. Of course, she didn’t because she’s so…so…new.

I expected her to at least spit in my hand like everyone else in Maycomb. I didn’t realize she’d be that clueless in this town. I wish she’d just leave. I wish Atticus wouldn’t make me stay in school. I want to stay home! When ever I see that Miss Caroline, I feel like I want to freeze and die. She’s horrible!
But at least I’m still keeping my promise to Atticus. To stay in school, and be strong about it. I hope I won’t die from it.

I hope Miss Caroline sees how butch I can be. Not all dainty. That way she will stay off my back.

Immigration Project Reflection

2009-03-29T20:59:00.001-07:00

3/29/09
Silvia C.

Literature Circle Books/Blogs

My book for lit circles was Once Upon a Quinceañera, by Julia Alvarez. I was not happy with this book. I didn’t like it at all. I thought it was going to be about a girl who has a big quinceañera and throws a fit about it. But, it’s basically like a handbook about quinceañeras. I thought it was boring; it wasn’t my type of book. I didn’t really learn much about it. Just really how quinceañeras work, what traditional gifts to give are, and just all about them. Nothing else. As for my group, I didn’t really learn anything about them. All of us didn’t really understand or like the book. We never understood who was saying what.

I like the blogging. When I type things tend to work a little better for me. The responses were a bit tricky. I never really knew what to write. It was hard to relate the quotes to my self. The book was nothing like me, so I couldn’t relate it to me. As for the character judgment, that was easy I guess. Sometimes I would know what write and other times I wouldn’t know what to put. It depended what quote Blogging experience was easy for me. I had done it before, so I was used to it. There was really only one group member that really did all the posts and comments and read my blog. The other two members did, but not as much as the other group member.

Art & Literature

For my painting I chose to do a new book cover. The old book cover was too plain to me. For my new book cover, I made the background pink, I put Hispanic flags on the side, [representing all countries that have quinceañeras] and a tiara. I knew exactly what I wanted to paint. I love flags and I love to see the differences there is between them and other flags. So, that’s why I put the flags. The pink background was because the traditional color of a Hispanic quinceañera is pink. I wanted to show that. The tiara and wording on the cover our outlined with white. The traditional color of an Americanized quinceañera is white. So that’s why I outlined those things in white. I think that the idea of the piece was very good. I think it connects to the books. The Hispanic flags connect to the book because their Hispanic and Hispanic have quinceañeras. The pink and white because they talk about pink and white in the book and how they are traditional. The tiara because in the book it says the most common gift to give for a quinceañera. The panting its self didn’t turn out good. I’m not a good painter. So, to me, it doesn’t look good. The one thing I like about the painting is that it really reflects about the book. Everything on the cover, eventually it gets mentioned on the book. I like how a reflection and story could be told just by a painting.

Interview Process with Participant

I thought the interview went well. It went easy. My interviewer didn’t go to fast, and I understood everything she said. She was very nice as well. All the questions I asked in all three of my interviews went well. I felt good about it. I’m glad two of the interviews were over email, it was easier for me. In all these interviews I learned a lot of my interviewers life. I learned that she didn’t want to go to America in the first place. Also, that she missed it a lot. [Mexico]. In my 3rd interview I learned how she was as a teen. I thought the opportunity to interview someone was great. I knew my interviewer just as my friends mom. So, it was cool to learn more about her.

Once Upon a Quinceañera (Book Review)

2009-03-16T09:13:00.000-07:00

Once Upon a Quinceañera

By: Julia Alvarez

* One star out of Five

Once Upon a Quinceañera, was an interesting and informing book. It bascically told the tail of how quinceañeras are and how to have the right type of one.

This book is about Julia Alvarez and how she is making a book about quinceañeras. A quinceañera is like a sweet 16, but it`s for hispanics, or really just anyone who wants to have one. Also, a quinceañera is for a 15 year old (girl), not 16. There is a ceromony before the big party. The ceromony is basically like a girl turing into a women (Women hood.) This book talked about how girls plan quinceañeras, how hispanic girls act about them, and basically how they are planned. Julia Alvarez also talks a little bit about what happened in her life. How she got married and how she is writing her book about quinceañeras.

I gave this book one star for serveral reasons. First, I thought it was kind of boring. It was interesting to learn about quinceañeras, but, it really talked about the same thing, and it didn`t interest me. Second, I could never understand who was talking and who the characters were. It just sort of had them talking and it didn`t even explain who these people were. It was very confusing. Although I never really understood who was talking, I really liked Julia Alvarez in this book. She put her self in it, and told some of her story. I thought it was very creative and I really liked the quotes she said in this story. One quote that she said that I liked the best was: ”I lay down on that cut grass, looking up at the sky, feeling desolate, lost. Where did I belong?” (Page 50). This quote really caught my attention and it seemed like something I think about a lot.

Even though I didn`t like this book very much, I would still recommed this book. I`d recommed this book for girls only. Since quinceañeras are only for girls, I don`t think boys would be interested by girls ”wanting to be queens for their quinceañera" type of book. Also, I would recommed this book for girls 14 and up. Since you have your quinceañera when you're 15, it would be key to study about quinceañera a year before it happens. That way, you'll be informed and you'll know what to do for your quinceañera!

All in all, even though this book was boring to me, I think it sends a message. A message to 15 year old girls saying: Get ready for life, be aware, and have a great quinceañera. If you like books about parties, a girl becoming into a women by having a quinceañera, and you just love quinceañeras, this is the book for you!

once Upon a Quinceañera (Post Six)

2009-03-11T20:47:00.000-07:00

Once Upon a Quinceañera #6

Quote One: "Isabella, dispensing advice from her Web site, bellaquinceañera.com, and committed to making each girl feel like the queen of her life....." -Julia Alvarez page 223

Significance: I think this has to do with what hardships do the characters endure as they make a new life? Isabella is busting her but for all the quinceañera girls. She has many hardships to face, it will be hard to make EVERY girl feel like a queen. She has a lot of work to do.

Character Judgement: I think Isabella shouldn't have committed to make EVERY girl feel like a queen. It's going to be very hard. I mean, well, if she likes to make girls feel like a queen....then I guess it's good of Isabella to do that. But I think it's a little crazy. Who would want to do that? I'd die! I bet all those girls will be very mean and spoiled.

Question One: Would you be that committed to making sure all the girls are queens? Why or why not?

Quote Two: "La abuelita is not always a resource." -Will Cain page 260

Significance: I think this has to do with what was the life/role of the characters in their home country? The quote is basically saying that the grandma isn't always a resource to help. So, it has to do with that question because, the grandma will always be a resource, no matter where she goes. Also, a grandma could have been like that in their home country.

Character Judgement: I sorta agree with Will Cain. I mean, yeah, the grandma isn't always there to help, but she usually is. She is alive in your heart, so she can help you where ever you go. You might not even know it!

Question Two: Do you ask you use your grandma as a "resource?" Why or why not?

Once Upon a Quinceañera (Post Five)

2009-03-05T20:04:00.000-08:00

Once Upon A Quinceañera # 5

Quote One: “Hispanic women are the evangelizers and teachers of values, yet their leadership has often gone unrecognized.” –Julia Alvarez, page 179

Significance: I think this quote has to do with the question: How do the characters maintain their cultural ties to their homeland white living in America? I think it has to do with that quote because it really shows that they maintain their cultural ties. Like it said in the quote, they are teachers of values, meaning they must have been like that before they got to America. Now since they moved to America, they are still the same way.

I guess this quote relates to me. I am Puerto Rican. So I guess you can say I have some leadership skills.

Question 1: Do you think you’re a leader? Why or why not?

Quote Two: “Just consider two of the emblematic gifts that the young lady receives in a traditional Mexican American quinceañera ceremony: a tiara or crown and esclava, which literally translate “slave,” the name for a type of “identity bracelet” with one’s name engraved upon it.” –Julia Alvarez, page 208

Significance: This quote has to do with [again]: How do the characters maintain their cultural ties to their homeland white living in America? I think it has to do with this quote because they do the same traditions in Mexico and America. Considering, they give the same gifts in an American quinceañera and a Mexican quinceañera.

Character Judgment: I think it was interesting that Julia Alvarez said that. She sort of said it like a stereotype. Like she made it sound like every quinceañera gives gifts like that. I think that not all quinceañeras give gifts like that. Every quinceañera is different.

Question 2: Do you think all quinceañeras give gifts like that?

Once Upon a Quinceañera (Post Four)

2009-03-01T20:56:00.000-08:00

Once Upon A Quinceañera #4

Quote 1: “Do your kids realize how hard you struggled to get here?” –Pepe

Page: 135

Significance: This quote has to do with the question: What was the journey like coming to America? Pepe is basically asking if the children know the struggle to come to America. I think it’s a good question to ask that everyone should know the answer to.

Character Judgment: I think it was good of Pepe to ask this question. Everyone should know what struggle people have been through to get to the US. People should know that they are lucky to live here.

Question 1: How do you feel about living in the US?

Quote: “Are quinceañeras on a culturally endangered list?” –Julia Alvarez

Page: 147

Significance: I think this quote has to do with the question: How do the characters maintain their cultural ties to their homeland while living in America? It’s sort of saying that they can’t really maintain their cultural ties when they are in America considering they won’t happen anymore.

Character Judgment: I think it was right to her to think that. If no one was having them anymore, then yeah it’s good to prepare for so that way they know what to do in the future. It would be sad if they were gone forever because it’s a Mexican tradition that should be kept.

Question 2: What would you do if one of your traditions was gone forever?

Once Upon a Quinceañera (Post Three)

2009-02-25T20:42:00.000-08:00

Once Upon A Quinceañera # 3

Quote One: “Time is how you spend your love.” –Julia Alvarez

Page: 101

Significance: I loved how this quote sounded. To me, it means that Hispanics have a big heart. I think that because since a Hispanic thought of it, it must mean they do have a big heart. It sort of answers the question: What was the life/role of the characters in their home country? I think that because they must have sort of acted like that in their old home, so that must have been their job, to sort of think of deep stuff like that.

I chose this quote because I agree with it. That’s how it relates to me. The more time you spend with your love, the more love you get. Also, the more time you take on something, the more meaningful it will be. So, if you take your time on something, someone will really like it and love it.

Question One: Do you agree with the quote? Why or why not?

Quote Two: “How did that happen that they went from not knowing to knowing what to do?” –Julia Alvarez

Significance: This quote I liked. It also sounded interesting. To me, it feels like it’s answering: How do Americans treat the characters? It’s kind of like the opposite. Kind of. The Hispanics are sort of not treating the other Hispanics right, so, the Americans probably won’t treat them good.

I chose this quote because it relates to me in some ways. Sometimes, I don’t know what to do, then like a second later, I know what to do. It happens a lot. I also question when people are like that. When they don’t know what to do, then they do, it confuses me even though it happens to me!

Question Two: Has that ever happened to you? Where you didn’t know what to do, but then you did?

Once Upon a Quinceañera (Post Two)

2009-02-20T20:33:00.000-08:00

Once Upon a Quinceañera # 2

By: Julia Alvarez

Quote 1: “I did not know that I was about to enter a world of fairy godmothers, smart female teachers who would provide me not with what was lost forever-roots, belongingness, safety-but what a craft in which to sail and a grand narrative of adventure.” –Julia Alvarez, page 52

Significance: I picked this quote for many reasons. It really struck out at me. The way the words were put and it’s sort of saying that someone is entering a world that is so different. It seems like Julia Alvarez isn’t used to that world. I think she's also saying it for immigrants who aren't used to used to America yet. I think it must be hard for them.

I think this quote relates to me. If I was right about the world thing, I always feel like I’m in a different world. Also it seems like something I would say. I say a lot of things like that. I sometimes am not used to something, and an immigrant is probably not used to our world.

Question One: Does it take you awhile to get used to things?

Quote 2: “They use your money to make money.” –Sunita, page 64

Significance: I picked this quote because it’s true. People do get money off of other people. I’ve seen it happen, so it’s true. It sort of says that many Hispanics had a hard time with money. I also thought it was quite interesting, the way the words were put.

This quote interested me. Usually, if someone were being used, they wouldn’t know it. So I thought it was interesting that someone told someone they were being used. It’s sad when people are being used. It has happened to me before, it's sad. Also that the fact immigrants had a hard time with money, that makes me sad that they were used.

Question Two: Have you ever felt that you have been used for something?

Once Upon a Quinceañera (Post one)

2009-02-15T11:36:00.000-08:00

Once Upon a Quinceañera (Post one)

By: Julia Alvarez

Quote One: “I don’t know if your sister told you? I’m working on a book about quinceañeras.” –Silvia

Page: 33

Significance: It's telling you that the author wants to tell the readers someone is writing about the same thing. I think that it's important to share that in the book so that people know that someone is writing a book that's like the book your reading. I think they put that because it also shows that it's a book talking about a different culture. It shows us what other cultures are like.

I think this quote relates to me in a few ways. First, the person who said it has my name. Second, it sounds like something I would say. I really enjoy writing pieces and I’d want to write something like this someday.

Question: Do you think Silvia will finish the book?

Quote Two: “When I turned fifteen, everybody started having quinceañeras.” –Isabella

Page: 31

Significance: It shows that having a quinceañera is very popular. This quote also ties in with the culture thing. It's a custom to have a quinceañera at fifteen if you are a Hispanic girl. Or even if you want to have one, you can. It's basically a party for girls to celebrate women-hood. They can now do anything they want. In America, we have sweet sixteens. A quinceañera has a whole ceremony. A sweet sixteen doesn't.

This quote this true to me. When you are fifteen, you do have a quinceañera. So, I guess when Isabella turned fifteen, she and many other girls had one.

Question: Do you think all Hispanic girls have quinceañeras? Why or why not?

Field Trip Reflection

2009-02-13T20:47:00.001-08:00

2/13/09

Part One: Haven to Home

I think the purpose of the “Haven to Home” exhibit was to share the struggle of Jewish immigrants. The Jewish went threw a lot in that time. Not many know their struggle.

The first Jews came to America in 1654. When they came, many were not happy with the Jews coming. They said they were too different. But the Jewish have done a lot. For example, Hank Greenbreg almost beat the record for most home runs. He almost beat the record of Babe Ruth. Also Ernestine Louise Rose. She helped women fight for their rights.

I also learned that the Jewish were accused of crimes. Like one man, Leo Frank was lynched. He was accused of killing a girl in Atlanta Georgia. Her body was found in a pencil factory. Leo Frank was accused of murder because he was Jewish.

I also learned about a lot of other stuff. Like what a torah is. It is sort of like Jewish bible.

Part Two: Children of Immigrants

Photograph: I picked a photo where to little girls were holding soda bottles. I picked this picture because in one picture two little girls were holding bottles, then in the other picture; it looked like someone was going to take them away. Like taking away food from another country. It made me think, how do other places life? Without food or water. It looked like the little girls were going to suffer.

Quote: “When I left my country Vietnam I didn’t know that I would probably come back again. I was just ten years old. I knew my life would begin from this moment.” –Ngoe Nguyen, Vietnam from between cultures.

I picked this quote for various reasons. I liked how it sounded. Also, I liked how this girl was really confident her life was life was going to get better. Also, it was interesting how she said she was 10 and her life was going to change. It seems like she has a lot of confidence her life will get better and that’s good.

Immigration Reflection

2009-02-08T20:40:00.000-08:00

Silvia
2/08/09

Immigration Reflection

An immigrant is a person who is from a different country that comes and lives in a different cultural home in a different country. I think an immigrant would want to leave their country because maybe they were abused as a child. They would probably want to get away from things like that. Or maybe if there were a crisis, they would probably want to avoid it by leaving their hometown. Or maybe they would leave because of a bad childhood past.

Our country has many things to offer. Unlike most places, we offer jobs, good homes, and opportunities. Many countries don’t offer those things because they are very poor. The US has been affected many ways by immigration. Food would change because most of our food is from other countries. We wouldn’t really be here without immigrants. Everyone came here because of immigrants.

My life has changed a lot due to immigration. I wouldn’t be here right now. My dad is an immigrant from Italy. I see my Italian family and it’s great.

When Broken Glass Floats

2009-01-18T08:12:00.000-08:00

(Khmer Rouge)

When Broken Glass Floats

By: Chanrithy Him

** Two starts out of Five

Reviewed by Silvia

When Broken Glass Floats, by Chanrithy Him, was an extremely intense and sad book. This book is based on a true story. The author, Chanrithy Him, went through a lot in this book.

This book is about a girl named Chanrithy who lives in Cambodia in the time of war when Cambodia gets taken over by Khmer rouge. The Khmer Rouge was a terrorist organization that was made in Cambodia. Chanrithy’s family later gets affected by the Khmer Rouge. Her family then gets into a refugee camp. At the camp, many terrible and interesting things happen. Many deaths and depressing moments happen while they’re at the camp. Chanrithy’s family starts to loose hope after the hard life they lived.

I gave this book two stars because it was kind of boring to me. Yes, it was very sad, but I’ve just read and heard about this kind of issues many times. It’s the kind of issue where someone looses their family and someone gets stuck in a refugee camp in the time of war.There were some moments where the book was so intense that I got scared. But the book was the same most of the time. There were big changes in the book but not enough changes to me. The characters in the book were interesting. They were very descriptive and interesting people. My favorite character was Mak. She was Chanrithy’s mother. I liked her the best because she was very caring. She also had very interesting things to say. She cared a lot for Chanrithy and Chanrithy’s siblings. (Mak’s other children). One of the things I liked the most about the author and the characters were how descriptive the author and characters were. The writing style in this book was very good. They had very good metaphors. The author had very good writing styles. That was one thing I really liked about the book. Also, even though the book wasn’t that interesting, I didn’t dislike any of the characters.

I would recommend this book to ages fourteen and up. This book is really heavy for young children. It’s very sad and I don’t think children under fourteen should be that informed by periods of time that have to do with war. Middle aged people and also adults should read this book because I think they would find this book interesting but sad. It’s the right kind of book for people that age.

All in all, this book was a little boring, but sad. It sends a message saying care for your family and be aware of war. Everyone should be informed about war and issues like that. If you like sad and intense books, then this book is for you!

Homeless Bird Book Review

2008-12-13T14:45:00.000-08:00

Homeless Bird

By: Gloria Whelan

*** Two stars out of Five

Review By: Silvia C.

Homeless Bird, by Gloria Whelan, was an inspiring and intense book about tragedy and romance. This book was inspiring because the young girl went through so much in the book. In the book, many people were very rude to the young girl.

The book is about a young girl named Koly who gets an arranged marriage to a boy, named Hari, who is very sick. The family takes the sick boy to a town named called Vrendaven. Koly makes good friends with the boy’s sister, Chandra. Koly’s life then changes dramatically. Her own mother in-law abandons her in a train station. Then Koly meets many people that help her get a home and a job. She knows as a widow, she might not get a job or another husband. She also figures out why her mother in-law left her at the train station. Her new life in her new home is much different. She gets treated with respect and care. She meets a boy named Raji who has a “strong” connection with her.

I give this book two stars because I didn’t like it that much. I really liked the writing style but, the book was a little to predicable for me. Also, it was boring for me. Usually in books, there’s a jump. It starts out boring then it gets better and better and you can’t put the book down. But with this book, it didn’t happen for me. I think the author could have made the book more interesting. I liked the story plot, it sounded good. I liked how the author made Koly’s life much different. It made the book sort of interesting. I also liked the characters. They all had different personalities and they were all different in many ways. Some were nice some were mean. Some were poor, some were rich. Some gave Koly hope, and others didn’t. Some characters I didn’t like were Koly’s mother in law, Sass, is what Koly called her. She was mean and she worked Koly too hard. She also acted like Koly was a disappointment.

I would recommend this book to thirteen and up ages. This book was a bit hard with all the difficult words, but I’m sure thirteen year olds would understand the hard vocabulary. I would also recommend this book to all genders because I think boys and girls should know about arranged marriages and how different there culture is from ours. That is also why I recommend this book.

All in all, this book was okay. I think everyone should try reading it. I think it really sends a message to everyone about being careful in life. Everyone should learn that message while reading this book. If you like books about marriages and intense lifestyles, then this is the book for you!

Lord Of The Flies: Chapter 13

2008-11-11T10:19:00.000-08:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Too Fast

A small baby was crying. Ralph jumped out of bed and ran to the child’s room. He picked up the baby out of the crib and was cuddling the child. Ralph gave the baby hugs and kisses.
“Shhh Lia, go to sleep. Shhh, there there, Daddy’s here” Ralph coaxed. A woman came into Lia’s room and took the baby from Ralph.
“How is she?” The women asked with a worried face.
“She’s fine sweetheart. Calm down Susan” Ralph said calmly. Susan put Lia down into the crib and tucked her in. She then turned to Ralph and gave him a kiss.
“I love you Ralph” She said.
“Aw, I love you too” Ralph said as he held Susan’s hands.
“Let’s go to sleep before we wake her” Susan said. They started to walk back to their room.
“Yeah, good idea. I have to get up early anyways. I have to go to a trial for some guy who got out of jail a month ago” Ralph said. Susan and Ralph drifted off to sleep. A few hours later, Ralph was awake and ready. It was about nine AM when Ralph was done getting ready. He went to his room and gave Susan a kiss.
“Goodbye sweetheart” He whispered.
“Bye” She replied. She turned over and fell back a sleep. Ralph walked over to Lia’s room. He bent down and gave her a kiss.
“ Bye bye Dada” whispered Lia.
“Bye” he whispered. Ralph walked out of the house and into his car. He then drove to the court. Ralph parked his car and then walked into the court. The judge himself greeted him when he walked in. He was holding a clip bored in his hand.
“Why hullo there Ralph!” He said with a big smile on his face.
“Hullo Judge James. Are you going to the trial?” Ralph asked.
“Oh, no I can not. I have to take care of some other stuff. There’s a new judge about your age, maybe a bit younger, I’m not sure.”
“Oh alright. What’s this young ones name?” Ralph asked. Judge James looked at the clip bored closely.
“Judge….” He searched through the papers on the clip bored.
“Ah! Here we are. Judge Samuel.” He gave Ralph a paper and it had information about Judge Samuel. Ralph looked at it with a lot of thought on his face. Judge James started to walk away.
“Wait sir!” The Judge stopped.
“What is it Ralph?” He asked
“It says here his name is Sam…not Samuel. And it says he has a twin…” Ralph said nervously. He looked up with a shocked face on and gasped loudly. Judge James walked toward Ralph.
“Ralph, calm down. You know, for a lawyer, you sure are nervous. Would you like to me-.” Before Judge James could finish, Ralph answered.
“Yes. I would like to meet him please” Ralph said quickly. Judge James nodded, and right as he was about to walk and find Judge Samuel, Judge Samuel found him.
“Hullo Judge James!” He said excitedly. Ralph examined Sam quickly. Sam was tall and his hair was short and tidy. He was wearing one of the judge robes.
“Hullo Judge Samuel. This is--" Before Judge James could finish, Sam interrupted him.
“Sir, I know who this is.” Sam put a big smile on his face. Judge James shrugged and walked away. Ralph and Sam smiled at each other for a few seconds. Finally, Ralph broke the silence.
“How…umm…Sam, how have you been?”
“Excellent. I’m married. I have twin daughters. Camille and Violet. Their 1 ½. My wife is pregnant again too.”
“Coagulations! I’m married too. I have a daughter named Lia.” Ralph pulled his wallet out if this pocket. When he got it out, he got out a small picture of Lia, Susan and him. He gave it to Sam.
“That’s us.” Ralph pointed to the picture.
“Aw, that’s cute.”
“How’s Eric?” Sam exchanged a look and looked around nervously.
“He’s…fine.”
“Not the right question to ask…right?”
“Well we don’t speck anymore. After leaving the island, things got hard. Emotions were coming out from everywhere. He suddenly felt happy. After witnessing two deaths, he felt happy that it wasn’t him. He just went on living life and he didn’t care about death anymore. I just annoyed, so I told him, ‘I can’t deal with someone like that.’ He took it the wrong way, and got mad. This whole thing started when where eighteen. We were both adults, our parents had let us go. We separated and we haven’t talked in about nine years or so.”
“I’m sorry Sam.
“Well, thanks. I don’t care much for him anymore. He can do what he wants.” Sam checked his watch.
“Well, we’d better get going” he said as he gave the picture back to Ralph. Ralph and Sam walked together to the courthouse. As they walked in, they parted ways. Sam went where all judges should go. And Ralph was where all the watching lawyers were. A man walked in the room with papers in his hands and announced the trial.
“Welcome lawyers. Today we are the trial of Jack Merridew. Got out of jail one month ago for stealing and running over someone with a car. He is now on probation. Ten years ago, Mr. Merridew was sentenced to juvenile hall for killing three and injuring two. He was only went to juvenile hail for a year and two months.” Ralph and Sam gasped loudly. The announcer kept talking.
“Lawyers. Feel free to ask questions or add comments.” The announcer sat down in a chair. Then all of sudden, six policemen opened burst the door open. All the policemen had both on Jack. He tried to push against them but, they ere stronger. They strapped him in a chair. Right when he sat down, everyone shouted things at Jack. He was tall. His clothes were all ripped up. His red hair was sticking all over the place.
“ORDER IN THE COURT!” Sam yelled. Everyone fell silent. Ralph raised his hand and Sam nodded.
“Name, age, and how long you have been a lawyer” the announcer asked.
“Ralph. Twenty six, and seven years.” As soon as Ralph stopped talking, Jack exasperation changed.
“What the.--” he started to say. Jack’s face started to change. His mouth was open, but his teeth looked like they were shut together. He was sitting in a chair and it looked like he was going to break hold and pounce on Ralph. Ralph’s eyes widened. He moved back two steps. He breathed deeply. He breathed so deep that he coughed. He was suddenly shaking uncontrollably. He turned his head to left then he looked back at Jack. Jack looked like he was going to burst.
“What the bloody h---” Jack started to say.
“PERSONERS HAVE NO RIGHT TO TALK UNLESS THEY ARE BEING ASKED A QUESTION!” The announcer yelled. The announcer nodded at Ralph and motioned for him to ask his question.
“Jack…what happened to you? You used to be nice. What happened? Why? Why did you turn into a killer?” Ralph said.
“I beg your pardon sir” the announcer said in a puzzled voice. Sam stood up and walked over to Ralph.
“He means on the island. That’s how we all know each other.” He pointed to himself, Jack, and Ralph. “We all got stuck on an island…Jack went insane.” Sam’s face was as pale as snow. He kept on shaking. He raised one hand and put it on Ralph’s shoulder. Everyone seemed confused and puzzled. Jack’s face got more and more red. His month looked like he was going to growl at you.
“He’s right” a man said from the crowd.
“And who might you be?” Ralph demanded. Ralph and Sam turned to look at the man. He looked so familiar to Jack, Sam and Ralph.
“It’s me, Roger.” Jack, Sam, and Ralph gasped.
“ROGER?!” Jack screamed. Sam jumped and fell on the ground after he said that. Ralph helped him up.
“Yah it’s me.” He walked out of the crowed and walked towards Sam and Ralph. “I went back to the island. I found Simon’s body, well, skeleton.” As soon as Jack, Sam, and Ralph heard Simon’s names it all happened. Sam screamed. Ralph walked to Jack and untied him from the chair.
“READY TO FIGHT MERRIDEW?” Ralph yelled.
“I WAS BORN READY UNLIKE YOU!” Jack yelled back. They tackled each other and starched and punched each other. The police was running a round trying to pull them off of each other. When they finally did, both of them had bloody noses. The police was holding them. They kept trying to break free from their holds but they couldn’t. Everyone was procrastinating and screaming.
“I WILL KILL YOU RALPH! I WILL FIND YOU AND KILL YOU! I’LL KILL YOU TOO SAM! I’LL FIND ERIC TOO! I’M EVEN GOING TO KILL YOU ROGER! RUN AND HID BOYS!” Jack screamed at the top of his lungs. The police dragged him out of the room.
“Boy, that will suck if he tries to kill me” said a police holding onto Ralph’s arm.
“Eric?” Sam said.
“Hey Sam…go to see yah again.”
“Yah, hullo.” They stared at each other for what seemed like a minute or more. Ralph finally broke the silence.
“Uh, so how have you been Eric?
“Fine thanks” He said still looking at Sam.
“So shall we go?” Roger asked.
“Uh, sure” said Sam.
“Okay, let’s go then” said Eric.
“Yah, let’s go…” said Ralph. They all walked out the courtroom with pride. Ralph’s face was still worried. Roger was confused. Sam was shaking. Eric was looking down. The four of them had all their problems. Now, they had an even bigger problem to worry about.

Lord Of The Flies (Post 12)

2008-10-06T20:28:00.000-07:00

Lord Of The Flies

Chapter 12: Cry of the Hunters

Perspective: Piggy

Life Can Go Crazy-Trust Me

I can’t believe Ralph! Going to them’ twins when it’s dangerous! He knows it was dangerous! He should have taken the twins advice and leave! I can’t believe them’ diddles. Them twins I mean. After my death they should have just run away. Who cares what Jack will do. Heck, he killed me! But, I get there point, if one of em’ died how could the other live? It will be a ululation party! They really should have run away when they had a chance. Why leave Ralph alone? Who cares about Jack?!

I got scared when Ralph was hiding in the bush and them’ twins were telling him where he would be! Poor Ralph. I got even more scared when Jack’s tribe was forming a cordon. I wanted to scream! I HATE THAT JACK!

I got even more scared when they lit that fire! I mean, yah, it was a bit helpful but it was like they were trying to burn down the entire island! Well yah, it did help cause’ they did get saved by the man with the epaulettes and drill on his shirt. I was so relived that Ralph n’ Samneric are okay! I breathed a big breath and moved towards Jack. I looked straight as his face and noticed a look of fear on his face. Jack? A look of fear? I wonder why. Probably this whole experience. It all got out of hand at some point. The big fire, the littluns’s death, the beastie, the separation, Simon’s death, and my death seems all connected. We were all loosing our minds. It was like an insane rollercoaster. So I think Jack just felt so relived that it seemed impossible that they were getting rescued. I would have felt the same way if I where him.

In a way, my death wasn’t that terrible. Sure, it made Samneric join Jack’s tribe n’ sure it made Ralph depressed. But in ways, my death brought everyone closer. Not in a brotherly way, but in a caution way. Ralph was very cautions when he went to Castle Rock. I’m proud of that boy. I miss him a lot up here. But he must know, oh, surely he must know, I’ll always be watching him.

Lord Of The Flies (Post 11)

2008-10-05T20:34:00.000-07:00

Lord Of The Flies

Chapter 11: Castle Rock

Perspective: Simon

Some People Just Have Bad Ideas

I can’t believe it. Piggy. Dead. He’s gone. I can’t imagine how Ralph is feeling. Probably lost and alone. It was a delirious moment.

I was watching from the sidelines. They really shouldn’t have gone to get Piggy’s glasses. Piggy can live without them. I mean, yeah, he won’t be able to see a bit. I was seriously going to scream, if I was still alive. Jack shouldn’t have blamed this on Ralph. Piggy’s death was most certainly not Ralph’s fault. Jack is being to hard on Ralph. Piggy was like a talisman. He always kept Ralph on his feet.

As I watched the rocks hit Piggy I gasped. As I saw the rocks hit his face, I saw his nose break. I saw him shed a tear. I saw his has cruel up into fits and I saw him lip the words “Goodbye Ralph.” I understand why he wouldn’t be able to say it out loud. He was probably too weak. I saw Piggy’s eyes go in to a cessation for a moment and then shut. He fell and fell I saw. When he hit the ground, I saw his entire body break and bleed. I bet when he’s up here with me, he’ll me “I felt so cold.” Before you die, all of this coldness rushes up to you. I saw the conch break into 10 pieces and they flew everywhere. About 4 pieces flew threw me. The rest flew into the ocean.

When Jack said those cold words I saw Ralph’s face break. His face wasn’t filled truculently, it was filled with sadness. When he ran, I followed. After about a mile of running, he fell on his knees and he cried in his hands. He lifted his head up and screamed as loud as he could. I saw him cry harder. I went back to Jack’s part of the island and I saw him say to Samneric, “You’re joining my tribe now.” I went back to Ralph as soon as fast as I could. I couldn’t believe it. He lost everything. Samneric, power, friends, me, and most of all, Piggy. I felt a cold feeling and I almost broke. I wanted to be there for Ralph so badly. I saw him cry and cry non stop. He got up and yelled, “WHY JACK, WHY? YOU TOOK EVERYTHING AWAY FROM ME.” Ralph was now ad incomplete person. He shed his last tear then fell on the ground and cried. I started crying sprit tears. Ralph, I’m sorry.

Lord Of The Flies (Post 10)

2008-10-02T18:58:00.000-07:00

Lord Of The Flies

Chapter 10: Shell and Glasses

Perspective: Jack

Awkward…

Me as chief was the best thing that ever happened. Killing-er-hurting the beast. I’m sure he got a taste of his own medicine! Hah! I’m glad Ralph is out of this picture. It makes it easier for me and everyone else.

That was funny when I made my people tie up that kid! Hah! Being chief rocks! Everyone listens to me. Best part is…no stupid Piggy or Ralph to put us down. That was a bit barmy. When we were talking about the beastie. I know it was a beastie. Everyone is acting like it was…was…a human. I swear, it wasn’t….Simon. Well at least I think it wasn’t. Okay, okay…maybe it was. I was kinda shocked to see it was really him. Whenever someone finds out it was really him, they take it like illumination. I mean, it’s just Simon…I didn’t mean to. It feels so awkward to talk about his death. Don’t know why…it just is. Everyone is thinking like he was god and that he is theological. Simon wasn’t that great.

Well, for the fire we need Piggy’s specs. I chose Roger and Maurice to come with me. They’re both strong men. Good choice Jack. When we were running to Ralph’s camp, I felt so purged for once. Probably because we gonna steal ol’ Fatty’s glasses for the fire! Hah! As we got to there camp we called Piggy’s name a few times. I could see he was scared. Next thing I know, Roger, Maurice, n’ I are on top of Piggy attacking him. I finally garb his specs. When Roger, Maurice, n’ I get up we see what I think is Ralph and Samneric fighting with each other. I snicker and then I motion with my hand to Roger and Maurice to go. We walk away toward Castle Rock with Piggy’s specs dangling in my hand.

Lord Of The Flies (Post 9)

2008-10-01T20:45:00.001-07:00

Lord Of The Flies

Chapter 9: A View to a Death

Perspective: Ralph

Come Back

Jack. Is. Just. Plain. Weird. When he was sitting there and eating and drinking. I just found it quite odd. I mean, when I was chief I wasn’t that…odd. I still hate him. He just rude and mean.

At least he gave Piggy and I some meat so we don’t starve. He was nice enough to give us that. But will he be nice enough to apologize for being a jerk? NO! HE WILL NEVR EVER FORGIVE HIM SELF FOR BEING THIS WAY!! I JUST WANT HIM TO LOOK IN A MIRROR TO SEE WHAT HE HAS BECOME!! HE HAS BECOME NOTHING BUT EVIL!! I need him to just look. For a little second, a minute, anything. He will never. I know. I can tell. This feeling is like phosphorescence. I can’t feel the way I felt before. I feel so empty. Nothing to live for anymore. Jack is making it worse for me.

Then it all got insane There was so much darkness and rain. It drove me insane. When we all formed the U-shaped circle I saw a small creature on its elbows and knees crawling towards us. Everyone thought it was the beast. It was to small to be a beast. As it got closer, I heard it say something. It seemed to weak to say anything. All I heard was: There’s…there’s…no…bea….st.” It was so softly said I hardly even heard that. I was on my tip toes watching the thing that was rolled up. I finally saw the creatures face. I looked like a corpulent. No, that can’t be…I thought. No……no…..NO NO NO! I got an even closer look a saw that it was Simon with a large spear threw his heart. Next thing I know it’s all quiet and there’s blood everywhere. I walk away slowly and fall on my knees. I put my face in my hands. My hands were suddenly wet. But the wetness was warm, not cold like rain. I sniff in and then I finally understand that I’m crying. I ran away to the camp before anyone could say his name. I get to the camp and slide on the sand and put my face in my hands again and start crying uncontrollably. A couple minutes later I think to myself, he’s gone. I lied down and cried and cried. Next thing I know, I’m fast a sleep and dreaming. I woke up five minutes later screaming “NO NO NO! COME BACK!” But it won’t happen, I thought. He’s gone forever. Forever.

Lord Of The Flies (Post 8)

2008-09-29T20:46:00.000-07:00

Lord Of The Flies

Chapter 8: Gift for the Darkness

Perspective: Piggy

GET ME OUT OF HERE

I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT JACK MERRIDEW! I HATE HIS GUTS! He completely embarrassed Ralph. In front of everybody! It makes me sick just to look at him.

Just even thinking or saying Jack’s name, is like a taboo. HE’S DRIVING ME CRAZY! I mean, he was always driving me crazy, HE JUST CROSSED THE LINE! Doing that to Ralph. Ugh, I can’t believe him. Well, Ralph wasn’t really nice to me, but I just feel closer to him. He’s like a brother. Ralph is like a prefect and he’s really demoniac. So it really bothered me when JACK did that too him. If I didn’t have asthma, and if I were stronger, I would punch the heck outa’ JACK. My anger and hating toward JACK is like a phosphorescence. A light of furry that will never stop even if JACK apologizes for everything.

You what’s messed up though?! He goes up to us, and he says we can join him and his “people” to go n’ eat his pig. AFTER ALL HE DOES TO US, HE THINKS WE CAN JUST JOIN HIM TO EAT PIG AND GO AND LIVE WHERE HE IS…BY THE BACH NEAR A FLAT ROCK. YAH, SURE. THAT’LL NEVER HAPPEN. JACK IS A BIG CORPULENT. I HATE THAT BOY AND IF I COULD, I’D KILL HIM
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I just want to get off! I’M SICK OF THIS ISLAND! I WANT MY AUNTIE! I WANT TO BE HOME! I NEED TO BE AWAY FROM EVERYONE HERE! EVEN RALPH I’M A BIT SICK OF! AND SIMON TOO. I just wish a miracle would happen. That we’d all be nice to each other. And we would be able to go home to our loved ones.

Lord Of The Flies (Post 7)

2008-09-28T09:28:00.001-07:00

Lord Of The Flies

Chapter 7: Shadows and Tall Trees

Perspective: Simon

Being a Trouper

Of course. When Ralph wants someone to tell Piggy something, no one wants to. So I tell him. I just feel so bad for him. No one is nice to him. He gets a lot on hate from Jack. He don’ need that. Jack just goes on and on and on insulting him without impervious. I just feel bad for Piggy. STUPID STUPID JACK!!! Piggy is like a brother to me! Jack needs to learn how to be nice.

So anyways, I’m telling him what’s going on. That we might stay over at the other side of the island for a while. I hope that boy is okay. I feel really bravado going over n’ telling him this. I feel like a real trouper. This island is scary at night. All kinds of things of weird things here. Gross bugs, beasties, and creepy things. I’m bit nervous, I have to say. I don’t know what’s going to happen to me. I don’t if I’m gonna get attacked, killed, or I don’t know if I’m gonna get hurt. Hah, I know, maybe I can be tough like a rugger. That probably won’t work, hah.

I’m not surprised that when Ralph asked who wants to tell Piggy, the thing about the island, everyone was so dun. I’m really really not surprised. Poor boy. I mean really, who is nice to him but me? Ralph was nice to him. Not really, anymore. I think I really chose sagely. No one is nice to me either. Ralph is, sort of. Not that much. I don't feel that connected to him.....like a brotherly connection. I don't feel it.

Jack is crazy. I can’t believe him. He would die to be chief. I feel like he does have more power than us, though. He’s like the sky, cloudy or rainy or sunny. (Hardly sunny.) And Ralph is the ocean. Going crazy. And the rest of us are moors. Nothing. Just old grassland. I want to get off of this island. It’s too crazy. I feel so gross. Well I hope when I get back from telling Piggy, nothing insane happens.

Lord Of The Flies (Post 6)

2008-09-24T19:34:00.000-07:00

Lord of The Flies

Chapter 6: Beast from Air

Perspective: Jack

Beast Troubles

Fatty is annoying the heck out of me. So is Ralph! Fatty doesn’t need care! HE COULD HAVE JUST COME! SUCK ON HIS ASSMAR! RALPH DOESN’T NEED TO HELP HIM. I don’t even understand why Ralph cares for him. What has Fatty ever done for him? NOTHING!! Fatty is always embroiled with everyone.

That was so weird with all the rocks and stuff. I mean it was cool and all but, it was freaky. There’s not dumb beastie. It’s just a lot of rocks piled up. No beastie. But the freaky thing was those rocks seemed like a row of interminable pools of water. It really seemed like they would go on forever. It would seem like a good hiding place for a big ol’ beastie. So maybe there is a beastie. WAIT NO….NO BEASTIE!

My mind feels like big leviathan I can’t think straight with all this beastie nonsense. It got to stop. There is no beastie. Sam n’ Eric where probably half asleep or something. Or maybe it was Simon again. Secret hiding place me! He’s been scaring the littluns! Him sneaking out at night…psht! He’s probably going to the bathroom just like I said before. That lil’ idiot! I can’t believe that block! Thinking he’s all smart! Well he’s not smart. I am happy he didn’t go with us. It would have wrecked everything! He’s annoying if I didn’t say already.

UGH AND PIGGY. I CAN’T STAND HIM! He’s always waxy enough to annoy me. I COULD JUST PUNCH HIM IF I COULD!!! But Ralph…AW, WHO CARES ABOUT RALPH! OR THAT STUPID CONCH!!! WHO NEEDS THOSE STUPID RULES ANYWAYS!!!????? WE CAN TALK WHEN WE WANT!!! CONCH THIS, CONCH THAT! IF I COULD I WOULD THROW IT IN THE SEA!! But I would do it with a lot of diffidence…it would be hard.

Lord Of The Flies (Post 5)

2008-09-23T20:41:00.000-07:00

Lord Of The Flies

Chapter 5: Beast from Water

Perspective: Ralph

LISTEN TO ME!

I can’t stand anyone anymore! No one will listen to me! Everyone always listens to Jack even if he makes the wrong choices! I bet you he will try to take over the world some day. Or hopefully he’ll die.

Simon is acting weird. What was up with the secret place? He’s a real nut I tell you. Piggy was getting on my nerves. He does have a right to talk. Jack needs to stop interrupting and called him Fatty. It’s rude. He needs to look at himself in a mirror and see what he’s become. Jack, I mean. He’s become something bad. He’s always jeering Piggy. I think it’s dirty.

I tried to not believe the littleluns but I think this beastie thing is coming true. Too many kids believe that there is a beastie. They have a lamentation feeling every night about this beastie. It’s getting out of hand. I’m trying to pretend this beastie isn’t real but I’m staring to think it is. That’s all them littleluns ever talk about! BEASTIE THIS, BEASTIE THAT! It’s so ludicrous! They have no sense of decorum at all! Just rude little kids is all.

I wish Simon would stop sneaking off. He’s also why them littleluns are scared at night! He’s making the noise! Scaring them. What’s his problem? Ugh, I should have let him finish what he was going to say! Now I’ll just be wondering what he was going to say! I guess I can ask him…..or just hold a meeting again. NO NO…THAT WOULD NOT DO GOOD! They’ll just follow Jack again! His mind is very tempestuously like. Just a big black storm. Jack better watch out.

Lord Of The Flies (Post 4)

2008-09-20T09:28:00.000-07:00

Lord Of The Flies

Chapter 4: Painted Faces and Long Hair
Perspective: Piggy

Cross the Line and You’ll see what Happens

THAT JACK MERRIDEW COMPLETELY CROSSED THE LINE!!!! HE BROKE MY SPECS. I didn’t do anything to him! Ugh, why does he have be so rude! He’s always in a belligerence mood! He’s never nice to me ever! He’s gonna see…. just you wait Jack Merridew!

You know now I’ll never be able to see, I only got one eye! Jack Merridew…he’s a gonna pay! I need to think of something! He’s such a blatant I tell yah’! Noisy lil' thing. Never nice…! Hmmm….maybe I can put crabs in his pants…or…I can throw rocks at his stupid little head. Uhhh……I don’t know!

Maybe Simon can help me…yah! He’s the only one who nice to me anyways…he gave me meat when Jack didn’t. That was nice of Simon. Yah, we can mean to Jack…but that isn’t gonna work! Or maybe we can pour masses of gouts on him! I don’t know!

I can’t believe Ralph. All he said to Jack was “That was a very dirty trick.” If I were Ralph I would have made him go to a time our or somethin’! Please, Ralph, do SOMETHING! YOU KNOW HE’S THE WROST LEADER EVER! HE ALWAYS DEPENS ON EVERYONE TO DO SOMETHN’ FOR HIM! LIKE HE MADE ME ASK EVERYONE THERE NAMES!! DO IT YOUR SELF, RALPH! HIM AND JACK ARE SO…IMPALPABLE….THEY’LL NEVER UNDERSTAND HOW THEY FEEL ABOUT THEMSELVES!

I’m gonna try and think of somethin’ so bad, it’s a gonna hurt Jack and Ralph…just wait…!!! Hope’ Simon will and can help me. I wonder if he feels the same way I do about Jack n’ Ralph. Hope’ e’ does. I’m gonna give them malevolent looks all day! Just you wait Jack.........Ralph.

Lord Of The Flies (Post 3)

2008-09-16T18:46:00.000-07:00

Lord Of The Flies

Chapter 3: Huts on the Beach
Perceptive: Simon

Why be so rude?

Ugh. I really can’t believe Ralph and Jack. Especially Jack. Just shut up about the dang pig already! I really wanted to shut his face off. I would never do something like that, but Jack is…different. When people get me annoyed or mad…well they just make me mad. Shut up Jack! He always has a rapt feeling on. Never calm, always always tense.

Him and Ralph were just basically saying crap. It seemed like Jack was saying I do nothing. Thankfully, Ralph was defending me…. well not in a good way. So that’s why I left them. To prove to them, I could get food and help everyone live. I really made a big compulsion to find this food. At least the litteluns followed me. They at least helped me find the fruit and bring it back. But…I don’t em’ suckers. They must of eaten all of em’. Whatever. Their younger, so they should eat more. I’m never hungry…. but that’s just me. I wonder if em’ older boys and Piggy will want some food.

Poor Piggy. I feel for him. I want people to listen to him when he’s talking. Jack needs to shut up. That’s really rude to call him Fatty. I want Jack to put a contrite face on for Piggy. Piggy don’ deserve all this crap.

Jack is very inscrutable. At first he seemed, nice but now he’s a greedy little boy who is mean. UGH. I JUST WANT TO HURT HIM SO BADLY ESPECIALLY AFTER WHAT HE SAID ABOUT ME. I DO TO HELP OUT. HE’S THE ONE WHO NEVER HELPS WITH ANYTHING. HE’S THE ONE WHO STARTED THIS FIRE AND ONLY HUNTS AND FIGHTS WITH PEOPLE. He’s the vicissitude in this group. And I want him to be nice. What I hope is that he doesn’t go mad for power. That would be bad.

Lord Of The Flies (Post 2)

2008-09-15T17:41:00.000-07:00

Lord Of The Flies

Lord of The Flies

Chapter 2: Fire on the Mountain
Perspective: Jack

Stupid People

I hate people. Those stupid little kids! I cant’ deal with em’. I can’t believe that kid with that crap on his face. Those kids were ebullience! They were insane A beastie? What is he like, five? Hah, I almost peed in my pants when those “kids” said that.

That Piggy-Fatty-whatever-his-name-is annoying the HECK out of me. I want to pinch his glasses again. That was even funnier than the “beastie.” Fatty don’ belong here. This island is only for people who can live on it and aren’t as BIG as this island. Fatty is martyred on this island and I want him to.

That fire was a success! Everyone followed me just like I wanted them to! Yes! I all those boys were so officious…hah, I should be in charge. Not Ralph. That’s right. I said it. He’s a terrible leader. He didn’t even try to stop them kids when they followed me. So, it clearly shows that I’m a better leader than that Ralph. Well, if I become a leader, the first thing I declare is Fatty G-O-N-E. I don’t want him here, no one does. So yeah, that will defiantly happen.

That fire sort of got out of hand…I mean it did kill that “beastie” kid. Whatever. Like I care. He was pretty errant I must say. I mean, who goes toward a fire? Just stupid little kids. He should have just stayed with us. I still can’t believe he died, but whatever! One less mouth to feed! Yes, I have no emotions.

I wonder what will happen to all those little kids though. They’ll all die one-by-one. Hah, we’ll be able to eat em’ all! That would be some feast. I hope Fatty-Face is one of em’. There would be a whole lot of meat that night. Hah, yeah, I know I’m mean.

Lord of The Flies (Post 1)

2008-09-13T09:54:00.000-07:00

Lord of The Flies

Lord of The Flies

Chapter 1: Sound of the Shell
Perspective: Ralph

Interesting People, Interesting Island

Well there I was stuck on that god-forsaken island. I can’t remember how I got there but I do remember meeting Piggy. Man, was he weird! I’ve seen dessert lovers in better shape than him! I don’t care if he don’t like that name Piggy. He didn’t even tell me his real name. At least he taught me how to sound the shell. Man, was that cool.

Jack seems pretty cool. I wonder why he didn’t kill that pig…all he said was “I was going to kill it but I needed to be in the right place” or something like that. I would have so killed it! I am starving. He seemed kind of mad when almost everyone voted for me. I guess I seemed friendlier in way I don’t know and don’t care. I guess he is used to being the leader considering he leads the choir. I hope the fact that I’m the leader doesn’t get to his head and then goes like mad for power. I really hope it doesn’t happen.

Simon is this quite little kid. He’s so small and quite, that if he had long hair, I would mistake him for a girl. He’s seems all right. It didn’t look like he was to happy about the pig killing though. I guess he’s a bit shaky when animals die. He couldn’t be a vegetarian though. He wouldn’t live. He could eat fruit but it goes bad and you got to wait a while till’ it grows back.

Me being the leader was interesting. I never really get to lead anything so I’m surprised that people voted for me. Probably ‘cause I blew the shell or something. Or maybe ‘cause I’m attractive and smart and who doesn’t want that for a leader?! Huh?! I’m sure my dad is going to come though. I can feel it.

I hope I can led these boys-er…men to a good life and I hope we all life in this island. Island, we’re here. Watch out.