eleanor and park- 2 hours
Thursday Deb 20th
^ 1 hour
total 3 hours
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Monday, February 17, 2014
reading times
thursday February 13th
2 hours- Eleanor and Park
friday February 14th
30 mins- ^ same book
total 150 mins
2 hours- Eleanor and Park
friday February 14th
30 mins- ^ same book
total 150 mins
poem
Words hidden;
Locked away.
Break down my door;
hear what I have to say.
The match in your hand;
drop it and step away.
After all this time
you forgot to stay
When the lights go out
you will be finding way.
You can spend your night
waiting for the day.
Remember in the morning
you'll be okay
and you can fly
as high as a blue jay.
Rhyming, every other line ending with -ay
End-stopped line
Enjambment
Caesuras
4 or 5 stanzas
bold- I originally had this written alone, but the requirement was much longer.
Locked away.
Break down my door;
hear what I have to say.
The match in your hand;
drop it and step away.
After all this time
you forgot to stay
When the lights go out
you will be finding way.
You can spend your night
waiting for the day.
Remember in the morning
you'll be okay
and you can fly
as high as a blue jay.
Rhyming, every other line ending with -ay
End-stopped line
Enjambment
Caesuras
4 or 5 stanzas
bold- I originally had this written alone, but the requirement was much longer.
"You Found Me"
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/fray/youfoundme.html
Well to start the first time I really listened to this song was on the way to New Orleans going over the last bridge. I can't really describe how it made me feel, because I can't really relate to part of it, but the other half I can relate to much more than I would think. First of all, the song is about God, and its not at all a song to praise God; more acknowledging his existence and expressing feeling about it. He says God is someone he stumbled upon on the corner of the street smoking a cigarette, and thats not exactly the traditional appearance of God.
"I found God
On the corner of First and Amistad
Where the west
Was all but won
All alone
Smoking his last cigarette
I said, "Where you been?"
He said, "Ask anything"."
Then he basically goes on to say that god has "some kind of nerve" for waiting to come find to him.
"Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late."
He uses a lot of anaphoras, as a bunch of songs do, to create emphasis and to sound good. Also talking about God and his friend that sounded like she died is apostrophe. It doesn't rhyme; and there is enjambment along with end-stopped line.
As for SOAPSTONE:
Speaker- Isaac Slade (assuming as the lead singer and writer of the song) It seems more personal than something a singer writes from another narrator in mind.
Occasion- He feels like he had a horrible time and now suddenly God decides to show up after its over
Audience- He's talking to God, but he knew in writing the song it would be for general hearing
Purpose- to express a disappointment in God but also an understanding that he exists
Subject- having that "ah-ha" moment when you find God or he finds you, and how the speaker feels God was late
Tone- disappointment, frustration
Well to start the first time I really listened to this song was on the way to New Orleans going over the last bridge. I can't really describe how it made me feel, because I can't really relate to part of it, but the other half I can relate to much more than I would think. First of all, the song is about God, and its not at all a song to praise God; more acknowledging his existence and expressing feeling about it. He says God is someone he stumbled upon on the corner of the street smoking a cigarette, and thats not exactly the traditional appearance of God.
"I found God
On the corner of First and Amistad
Where the west
Was all but won
All alone
Smoking his last cigarette
I said, "Where you been?"
He said, "Ask anything"."
Then he basically goes on to say that god has "some kind of nerve" for waiting to come find to him.
"Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late."
He uses a lot of anaphoras, as a bunch of songs do, to create emphasis and to sound good. Also talking about God and his friend that sounded like she died is apostrophe. It doesn't rhyme; and there is enjambment along with end-stopped line.
As for SOAPSTONE:
Speaker- Isaac Slade (assuming as the lead singer and writer of the song) It seems more personal than something a singer writes from another narrator in mind.
Occasion- He feels like he had a horrible time and now suddenly God decides to show up after its over
Audience- He's talking to God, but he knew in writing the song it would be for general hearing
Purpose- to express a disappointment in God but also an understanding that he exists
Subject- having that "ah-ha" moment when you find God or he finds you, and how the speaker feels God was late
Tone- disappointment, frustration
Monday, February 10, 2014
reading times
friday feb 6th
1 1/2 hours Fall of Five
Saturday feb 9th
1 hour Eleanor and Pack by rainbow rowell
total
150 mins
1 1/2 hours Fall of Five
Saturday feb 9th
1 hour Eleanor and Pack by rainbow rowell
total
150 mins
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
draft
For this draft I'm concerned about how my points came out; if they were hard to grasp, because the only way to really write about Cleopatra is to tell her story, and making a point within the story without losing your reader isn't exactly easy.
Also with using sources, all my sources basically said the same things, so I didn't know which articles to link the facts from.
Also with using sources, all my sources basically said the same things, so I didn't know which articles to link the facts from.
free post
Recently I've been attempting to understand people better. Not specific people, just people. For the most part the way people act and what they talk about leaves me absolutely stunned at how little they see. Why can't people just pay attention and get it right? But then I stopped and remembered how life works. Everyone has thoughts, everyone has problems. Only sometimes the answer is right in front of them and they can't see it, and all I can think is, why not? Sometimes people think I'm not smart because I pay attention to things and miss small things that truthfully, I don't care about. But for some reason things that matter even seem obstructed to most people.
One thing I've decided is that most people don't like to listen; they won't listen to something and then consider it. They're stubborn so whatever someone says is wrong. Not in every situation, but when the atmosphere is in a place where people get aggravated, listening to someone becomes hard. Its like how everyone forgets how to drive whenever it rains. Most generalizations I made about people were like that, so then I tried to figure out why people disturb me so much, what is the reason I don't see things like they do? First of all, I ask weird questions to myself, questions with no real answer but a ton of possible theories. Not sure if other people do that, but if I gave examples I'm sure that the questions wouldn't even make sense. I never seem to make sense, when I try to explain something I either find that I need to shut up because no one gets it, or I end up talking to someone about it until neither one of us still understands what we're saying; it builds up to get beyond us.
I still don't understand how people bother me so much though. If too many people talk at once, whether or not its to me, I end up wanting to scream until everyone shuts up. And just about everything people do makes me stop and just kind of think, "what? but why?"
One thing I've decided is that most people don't like to listen; they won't listen to something and then consider it. They're stubborn so whatever someone says is wrong. Not in every situation, but when the atmosphere is in a place where people get aggravated, listening to someone becomes hard. Its like how everyone forgets how to drive whenever it rains. Most generalizations I made about people were like that, so then I tried to figure out why people disturb me so much, what is the reason I don't see things like they do? First of all, I ask weird questions to myself, questions with no real answer but a ton of possible theories. Not sure if other people do that, but if I gave examples I'm sure that the questions wouldn't even make sense. I never seem to make sense, when I try to explain something I either find that I need to shut up because no one gets it, or I end up talking to someone about it until neither one of us still understands what we're saying; it builds up to get beyond us.
I still don't understand how people bother me so much though. If too many people talk at once, whether or not its to me, I end up wanting to scream until everyone shuts up. And just about everything people do makes me stop and just kind of think, "what? but why?"
reading times
wednesday
1 hour- redoing notecards and detailed outline
thursday
45 mins- redoing NC and detailed outline
Sunday-
2 hours 30 mins- draft
total: 4 hours 15 mins
1 hour- redoing notecards and detailed outline
thursday
45 mins- redoing NC and detailed outline
Sunday-
2 hours 30 mins- draft
total: 4 hours 15 mins
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