Monday, December 6, 2010
Essay # 9
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Essay #8
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Essay #7 Peace
Jade
English 9
Mr. Salsich
11/2/10
Graphic Organizer (Poem)
TS: Can we answer the question "What is peace?"
CM: Everyone has different perspective on peace, we all have different answers
CM: Whether answers are different, must remember subject of question
Thesis: Must be peaceful inside before can answer question
SD: In A Tale of Two Cities, some characters try to answer question, some don't
CM: Lucie and Doctor Manette trying to, if haven't already, find peace.
CM: Mr. Carton is pessimist, doesn't care to find the answer
SD: In the poem A Rainy Morning, the woman had answered the question
CM: Had to overcome obstacle in life, in doing so found peace
CM: To her, peace is learning to accept who you are, don't try to change, embrace peace
SD: I have yet to answer question
CM: Still hold onto wars in life
CM: Wars make me blind, like sunglasses on a cloudy day, need to take them off to see colors
SD: Must have peace within to answer question
CM: Because we are all different, views of peace are different
CM: Remember the meaning of question, don't let is lead to violence just to make your point
Thesis: Must have sunglasses off before we can see the peace outside
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Jade
English 9
Mr. Salsich
11/8/10
What is peace?
One question that has a million answers.
With the different perspectives and points of view that make us unique,
there are an infinite number of answers .
Whether our answers are drastically different from one another,
we must remember to hold onto the subject of the question we are trying to answer.
We must be peaceful within ourselves
before we can answer the age old question.
What is peace?
Novels depict characters that struggle to solve this problem,
while others show not an ounce of interest.
Lucie and Doctor Manette,
characters from the novel A Tale of Two Cities,
endeavor to,
if they haven't already,
find peace within themselves and those around them.
Such strength and effort are displayed in this battle for tranquility.
Few ever find something of that much significance,
Something worth such belligerent behavior.
A lonely soul,
Mr. Carton displays his pessimistic side by making it unmistakably clear
he doesn't care to find out what peace is.
For the lucky few,
the ones who have found their peace,
life abruptly takes a new turn,
creating a new,
open,
inviting world with many experiences waiting to be discovered.
Ted Kooser's poem,
A Rainy Morning portrays a woman who has found her inner peace.
Obstacles that have been conquered and overcome
have helped her find the peace that looms inside us all.
The acknowledgement of her imperfections,
her defects,
her uniqueness,
helped her discover the peace within herself.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Essay #6
TS What would Lucie Manette, Mr. Lorry, and Dr. Manette think when they looked in a mirror? Each would see something different because each character is unique in their own way. SD Lucie Manette would probably see someone who has endured the impossible. CM For her entire life she was under the belief that her father had died many years ago. CM Having made it through this hard time in her life; Lucie Manette is probably at a very happy place in her life right now. SD Mr. Lorry would probably see someone very happy with himself and his life. CM He is successful and has become all that he can be so far in his life. CM He has gotten to a good place in his life and is happy. SD Dr. Manette would probably see a person with a mixture of emotions, but ultimately someone who is happy. CM He would not be completely sure of the person he was looking at, not sure if he was good or bad. CM However, the mirror would also tell a story of someone who has been saved by someone he loves. CS For the most part, Lucie Manette, Mr. Lorry, and Dr. Manette are happy with the faces they see in the mirror. They approve of the people they have become and are ready to move on from the past.
TS When I look in the mirror, I am quite often insecure of what I see, but at the same time, I have accepted who I am. SD There are times that I am uncertain of what I will become, not wanting to make mistakes along the way. CM The path that I am on now is extremely unstable, twisting and turning at the slightest sign, giving me a moments notice or less to re-adjust. CM I have to have faith, however, that life will keep me on my feet as long as I try to keep moving forward. SD There is also times that I don't like the person staring back at me when I look in the mirror. CM I have to remind myself that no one is perfect, and that obsessing about the traits I cannot change will not help me what so ever. CM By accepting my faults and reminding myself of these things, I am able to move on and try to become a better person. SD I am also content knowing that the person on the other side of the mirror is strong, just like me. CM I know that I can handle almost anything, from change to drastic occurrences. CM I have the luxury of knowing that I can support myself as well as others. CS By taking a step back from the mirror and looking at everything I can do, I know I will be able to continue to move forward, taking everything I do to another level.Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Martha's Vineyard
Day 1
My mind is revolving around these four catastrophes, save the fourth, while I watch the minutes go by on the clock.
Every once and a while I am unwillingly snapped back to reality, becoming more impatient and more unhappy.
How can I break this spiteful circle?
How can I rid myself of this pain?
Calm
Green fields and clear skies,
Blue water and sandy shores,
Not a person in sight.
It is calm here.
It's not because of the sights,
And it's not because of the reputation,
The smell, the air, the feel of the Earth,
Everything here breathes "calm".
No traces of war or hate,
Just peace and calm.
Is there any other place like this?
Anywhere closer to home so I can spend my stressful days there?
Probably not.
Places like this are far and few between,
Usually packed with wishful people.
But somehow this little island is empty.
The streets are full and the stores are occupied,
but this field, this beautiful wonderful field, is somehow empty.
Where are the people?
How can they not see what is so obviously here?
This land is clean, innocent,
Calm.
Day 2
This Island of Mine
They say this place is wonderful.
They say this place has beauty.
But to me it's just an island.
What's so special about this place?
The grass is green, the sky is blue.
These are all things we have back home.
Beaches with white powder sand and two ton boulders like polka dots on a velvet blanket.
Forests with a thousand shades of green and brown.
Air so pure you head is wiped clean of any infectious thought it might hold.
Maybe they were right about this place and it's secret beauty.
Maybe this little island of mine is something more, something that has the power to make us stop and stare.
They say this place is wonderful.
They say this place has beauty.
But to me it has so much more.
Man Hunt
The darkness presses on me, suffocating me.
The cold makes me numb, makes me slow.
The occasional screams unnerve me, gives everything a new edge.
Why we play this game, I have no idea.
Hiding and searching for people in the dark, never knowing if someone is going to jump out and grab you.
Intentional fear, that's why we do this.
A prescribed dose of adrenaline for our hearts.
All of us need a good dose of fear every once and a while.
But even with this being said and understood,
I can't help but be scared.
Day 3
I just got the perfect shot, and I owe it all to Aquinah. With it's spectacular beaches and magnificent sunsets it has provided me with the perfect photo opportunity. I can't give all the credit to Aquinah, however. There were a few people who participated with this amazing shot. Placing the rocks precariously on top of each other, trying time and time again until... Ah! Perfection! The timing couldn't have been better either. The sun, bright and fiery orange was directly behind the stones, casting an orb of light around it. The sea was dark and the sky blue. I couldn't have asked for more. And I owe it all t0 Aquinah.
Day 4
As much as I hate to admit it, I am home sick.
I remember when I was younger, and leaving home was something to fear, something to dread.
Now, of course, that all seems ridiculous.
But I can't help but feel home sick.
I miss my room, my bed, my mother.
Even though I know I will be home tomorrow afternoon I can't help the longing I feel.
Even with this being said I will miss this beautiful place.
It seems I can't win.
An even though I hate to admit it,
I am home sick.