Stop the Sun:
1) There was a commotion in the hallway about two boys fighting.
2) Bill Gates foundered the Microsoft Office.
3) My parents ruined my day by telling me that we're moving.
4) The right side of my mouth was inerted because of the medicine the dentist gave me.
Gentlemen of Rio en Medio:
1) My siblings and I negotiated about who would go on the computer at what time.
2) Counting how many trees you saw in a day were innumerable.
3) My sister and I decided on the boundaries of our shared room.
4) Each of us are descendants from our parents and/or grandparents.
Thursday, 28 October 2010
Wednesday, 27 October 2010
"Gentlemen of Rio en Medio" Literature Focus #8
My theme that I wrote down for question number five was "A small thing can turn out to be really important". I used this as a theme because there's many things that can be important but only a few things that can be EXTREMELY important. Such as in the book, what was really important was the orchard trees. Even though the old man grew the trees for the children, the Americans didn't like the fact that the children play on the trees after the house was sold.
I honestly don't remember much of any poems, novels, or stories with the similar themes. But one that I do remember is one novel that's called "How the Pops Stole Christmas" (I heard this a long time ago, and 'pops' means the popular people). It's about a girl named Jenny overreacting that her friend didn't invite her to the New Year's Eve party and she thinks that the popular kids have something to do with it. They both talk about how something small can be so important to a person's life. Like in this novel, Jenny disappointed and wondering why her friend won't invite her. And in the story that we were reading, the old man finds the orchard trees very important.
I honestly don't remember much of any poems, novels, or stories with the similar themes. But one that I do remember is one novel that's called "How the Pops Stole Christmas" (I heard this a long time ago, and 'pops' means the popular people). It's about a girl named Jenny overreacting that her friend didn't invite her to the New Year's Eve party and she thinks that the popular kids have something to do with it. They both talk about how something small can be so important to a person's life. Like in this novel, Jenny disappointed and wondering why her friend won't invite her. And in the story that we were reading, the old man finds the orchard trees very important.
Tuesday, 26 October 2010
"Stop the Sun" Literay Focus #7
I think Terry made the right decision about asking his father about his experiences in Vietnam because if he didn't, then he wouldn't know a part of his father's life. The family should know everything about each other, that's how they could deal with things and talk about it. If something's personal, you should be able to feel comfortable talking to someone that you trust and is trustworthy.
In this case, I don't know why Terry's father was holding it in. First, he should've told his wife, she's most trustworthy because well, she's the wife! If he wouldn't tell her, then he wouldn't trust her. If he didn't trust her, then he wouldn't have married her. Both Terry and his mother were worried about him, which meant that they cared. Sometimes talking about things that make you stressed out helps you feel better and glad that you led it out. Keeping thins stuck inside makes you feel sad and angry and stresses you. Terry wanted to know about why his father was acting so strange, and it bothered him. I bet if any of your fathers' were whimpering on the floor in a mall or something like that, you'd ask them what's wrong. And if they didn't tell you or he didn't even tell your mother, you'd get mad and even more curious, just like Terry was.
In this case, I don't know why Terry's father was holding it in. First, he should've told his wife, she's most trustworthy because well, she's the wife! If he wouldn't tell her, then he wouldn't trust her. If he didn't trust her, then he wouldn't have married her. Both Terry and his mother were worried about him, which meant that they cared. Sometimes talking about things that make you stressed out helps you feel better and glad that you led it out. Keeping thins stuck inside makes you feel sad and angry and stresses you. Terry wanted to know about why his father was acting so strange, and it bothered him. I bet if any of your fathers' were whimpering on the floor in a mall or something like that, you'd ask them what's wrong. And if they didn't tell you or he didn't even tell your mother, you'd get mad and even more curious, just like Terry was.
Friday, 8 October 2010
Watch Where You're Going - LA Short Story
Darlene Nguyen 8p6
Watch Where You’re Going
“Ms. Elmajian was so hard on me yesterday. If she keeps this up, I swear that I’m going to quit ice skating,” Vanessa complained with her slick, black hair, a beanie that hugged her head, a red scarf that clumsily wrapped around her neck, and boots that were all the way up to her knees as we entered the “Wilson Park”.
“Calm down, Vanessa,” I said with glossy, brown hair, a sparkly burette, a purple cotton scarf that’s let loose around my neck, and black fuzzy boots, “She’s helping us become the best. Besides, if she doesn’t push us this hard, we aren’t going to be ready for the ‘Christmas Show on Ice’.”
“It’s easy for you to say, Demetria,” Anabelle said with light red/orange hair, a pink headband, a green scarf that’s carelessly trapping her neck, and boots that sagging on her feet,“You’re just too good. Every time Ms. Elmajian criticizes me, she always compares me to you.”
“No she doesn’t.” I scoffed as we continued to walk.
Saturday, December 16th was one of those days when Vanessa, Anabelle and I hung out at the park. Strutting down the path, the cool, wind blew through our hair, chilling our faces, but we didn’t care. Two coats and a pair of comfortable boots which covered each of us kept us warm. I felt so warm inside as if there was a ring of warmth surrounding me.
“Hey you!” I heard a boy’s voice behind me.
“Huh?” I turned around and saw a boy waving at me that I recognized in Palos Verdes Intermediate School (PVIS), the school that I went to. I smiled back and as I turned back around, I banged into something really hard with my head. It felt like a hammer just smashed my brain. I blinked my eyes several times but every time I opened my eyes the world was spinning very quickly. I felt something warm dripping down my head and was pretty sure it was blood. And just like that I fell to the floor, feeling paralyzed.
“OH MY GOD! Demetria are you okay?!” asked Vanessa sounding worried.
“Obviously she isn’t! Look at her, she’s bleeding!” exclaimed Anabelle.
“Call 911!” said the guy who distracted me, whom I couldn’t remember the name of.
It all started fading away and seconds later, I blacked out.
“She’s opening her eyes!” I heard a strange voice yell
White walls, white sheets, the beeping sounds, the smell of medicine and a bunch of men in lab coats… Was I in a hospital? How did I get here? I tried to sit up but my head hurt, throwing myself back on the bed.
“Take it easy, Ms. Telecar.”One of the men in white told me and handed me some sort of medicine and a cup of water. “This medicine will make you feel better.”
I complied and took the pill. A few minutes later staying awake, his skin color started turning green and his two eyes became four. That’s when I realized, I was in an alien world. The next day I went to school my friends thought I was acting strange.
“You guys have pretty, green alien faces,” I smiled at Anabelle and Vanessa when I arrived to school after the incident.
“Umm, are you okay, Demetria?” asked Anabelle as she felt my forehead.
"OMG! Your alien hand touched my forehead! Eeeek!”
The school bell rang and everyone rushed into their classes. I walked slowly admiring this alien planet, taking my time to go to class. It felt like I didn’t care about school. I opened the door and walked in calmly as if I was early to class. The classroom was awesome. It was all green and yellow and full of all kinds of high-tech stuff. My classmates were even more fascinating. Their skin color and number of eyes varied. One guy had red skin (I think he was a Martian) and five eyes. How much more can you see with three additional eyes? I wondered.
“Where have you been, Ms. Telecar?” Ms. Blackstad asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Looking at how many green things you guys have in your alien world,” I said simply.
“STOP joking around and get to your seat!”
“What if I don’t want to? I want to explore your planet and see how many odd shaped antennas you have, like you! It looks like you have three” I giggled.
“Excuse me?!”
“Yeah! They’re so long and pointy, but I love them anyway. Your forearms are like all buffed. Do you work out? And oooh, your tail! Did you trim the hair off of it?” Everyone in the classroom started to giggle.
“NO! I don’t have a tail or antennas! What is going on with you, Demetria?!”
“Well, I’m living in an alien universe, duh!”
“That’s it! I’m done with your jokes. To the principal’s office, NOW!”
“Yay, I can’t wait! I bet principles look the funniest.” How would the principle’s room look like? I wondered as I skipped away.
A few minutes after the principle, who, by the way was definitely from Venus, let me into his office, my parents came in and had a little talk with the principal. My parents took me home and I stayed at home for the rest of the week, until it was time to go back to the hospital. When we went to our room, the doctor gave me sleeping drugs.
After a while, I woke up once again squinting at the bright light. My mom explained me that I got brain surgery and fixed the bleeding from my head. I was so glad and I couldn’t wait to get back to school! I asked her what happened to the aliens that I met and my mom said that it was all my imagination. She also advised me to apologize to Ms. Blackstad.
“Of course I’m going to go and apologize to her.” I said as if it was obvious, “What about ice skating?”
“You’ll have to take a small break and you probably won’t be able to perform in ‘Christmas Show on Ice’.”
“Why?! I practiced really hard with the girls. I was thinking about going solo!”
“Maybe next year, sweetheart,” she kissed me on my forehead, “Think of it as a life long lesson, kind of. Always watch where you’re going.”
Watch Where You’re Going
“Ms. Elmajian was so hard on me yesterday. If she keeps this up, I swear that I’m going to quit ice skating,” Vanessa complained with her slick, black hair, a beanie that hugged her head, a red scarf that clumsily wrapped around her neck, and boots that were all the way up to her knees as we entered the “Wilson Park”.
“Calm down, Vanessa,” I said with glossy, brown hair, a sparkly burette, a purple cotton scarf that’s let loose around my neck, and black fuzzy boots, “She’s helping us become the best. Besides, if she doesn’t push us this hard, we aren’t going to be ready for the ‘Christmas Show on Ice’.”
“It’s easy for you to say, Demetria,” Anabelle said with light red/orange hair, a pink headband, a green scarf that’s carelessly trapping her neck, and boots that sagging on her feet,“You’re just too good. Every time Ms. Elmajian criticizes me, she always compares me to you.”
“No she doesn’t.” I scoffed as we continued to walk.
Saturday, December 16th was one of those days when Vanessa, Anabelle and I hung out at the park. Strutting down the path, the cool, wind blew through our hair, chilling our faces, but we didn’t care. Two coats and a pair of comfortable boots which covered each of us kept us warm. I felt so warm inside as if there was a ring of warmth surrounding me.
“Hey you!” I heard a boy’s voice behind me.
“Huh?” I turned around and saw a boy waving at me that I recognized in Palos Verdes Intermediate School (PVIS), the school that I went to. I smiled back and as I turned back around, I banged into something really hard with my head. It felt like a hammer just smashed my brain. I blinked my eyes several times but every time I opened my eyes the world was spinning very quickly. I felt something warm dripping down my head and was pretty sure it was blood. And just like that I fell to the floor, feeling paralyzed.
“OH MY GOD! Demetria are you okay?!” asked Vanessa sounding worried.
“Obviously she isn’t! Look at her, she’s bleeding!” exclaimed Anabelle.
“Call 911!” said the guy who distracted me, whom I couldn’t remember the name of.
It all started fading away and seconds later, I blacked out.
“She’s opening her eyes!” I heard a strange voice yell
White walls, white sheets, the beeping sounds, the smell of medicine and a bunch of men in lab coats… Was I in a hospital? How did I get here? I tried to sit up but my head hurt, throwing myself back on the bed.
“Take it easy, Ms. Telecar.”One of the men in white told me and handed me some sort of medicine and a cup of water. “This medicine will make you feel better.”
I complied and took the pill. A few minutes later staying awake, his skin color started turning green and his two eyes became four. That’s when I realized, I was in an alien world. The next day I went to school my friends thought I was acting strange.
“You guys have pretty, green alien faces,” I smiled at Anabelle and Vanessa when I arrived to school after the incident.
“Umm, are you okay, Demetria?” asked Anabelle as she felt my forehead.
"OMG! Your alien hand touched my forehead! Eeeek!”
The school bell rang and everyone rushed into their classes. I walked slowly admiring this alien planet, taking my time to go to class. It felt like I didn’t care about school. I opened the door and walked in calmly as if I was early to class. The classroom was awesome. It was all green and yellow and full of all kinds of high-tech stuff. My classmates were even more fascinating. Their skin color and number of eyes varied. One guy had red skin (I think he was a Martian) and five eyes. How much more can you see with three additional eyes? I wondered.
“Where have you been, Ms. Telecar?” Ms. Blackstad asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Looking at how many green things you guys have in your alien world,” I said simply.
“STOP joking around and get to your seat!”
“What if I don’t want to? I want to explore your planet and see how many odd shaped antennas you have, like you! It looks like you have three” I giggled.
“Excuse me?!”
“Yeah! They’re so long and pointy, but I love them anyway. Your forearms are like all buffed. Do you work out? And oooh, your tail! Did you trim the hair off of it?” Everyone in the classroom started to giggle.
“NO! I don’t have a tail or antennas! What is going on with you, Demetria?!”
“Well, I’m living in an alien universe, duh!”
“That’s it! I’m done with your jokes. To the principal’s office, NOW!”
“Yay, I can’t wait! I bet principles look the funniest.” How would the principle’s room look like? I wondered as I skipped away.
A few minutes after the principle, who, by the way was definitely from Venus, let me into his office, my parents came in and had a little talk with the principal. My parents took me home and I stayed at home for the rest of the week, until it was time to go back to the hospital. When we went to our room, the doctor gave me sleeping drugs.
After a while, I woke up once again squinting at the bright light. My mom explained me that I got brain surgery and fixed the bleeding from my head. I was so glad and I couldn’t wait to get back to school! I asked her what happened to the aliens that I met and my mom said that it was all my imagination. She also advised me to apologize to Ms. Blackstad.
“Of course I’m going to go and apologize to her.” I said as if it was obvious, “What about ice skating?”
“You’ll have to take a small break and you probably won’t be able to perform in ‘Christmas Show on Ice’.”
“Why?! I practiced really hard with the girls. I was thinking about going solo!”
“Maybe next year, sweetheart,” she kissed me on my forehead, “Think of it as a life long lesson, kind of. Always watch where you’re going.”
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