Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Response - The Management Of Grief

The Management Of Grief

In the eyes of Judith

While we are in the car, i say to Shaila, “You see what I’m up against?  I’m sure they’re lovely people, but their stubbornness and ignorance are driving me crazy.  They think signing a paper is signing their sons’ death warrants, don’t they?”

               But she continued to look out the window as though she wanted to say something, but she just woudn't.

                so i continued to speak,“Now Shaila, this next woman is a real mess.  She cries all day and night , and she refuses all medical help.  We may have to –“

               and then she rudely interupts me and says“-Let me out  at the subway,”

                i was shocked, all i could say was,“I beg your pardon?” and she just starred at me with her blue eyes.

                I always did what she asked of me, but this was something else.  But eventually I slow down at the corner to let her out of the car.  

i asked her, “Is there  anything I said?  Anything I did?”

                I knew she could come up with some answer but she didn't, i looked as though she was holding something back .  “Shaila?" i said " Let’s talk about it,” 

She just looks at me, then she slams the door. I don't know what i did, or what i said, but it must of been something really bad. Shaila would never do anything like that, i was stunned.

Response - An Ounce Of Cure

An Ounce Of Cure

I think in this story the title an ounce of cure, realates to the fact that she was "torturing herself" and she was going to "swallow all the aspirins in the bathroom cabinet, but stopped after she had taken six". I think this is what the title if refering to, because instead of swallowing all the aspirins, she stooped after just a few of them, and each one is probably close to an ounce. Thus meaning that the aspirins which were an ounce would cure her problems. I think this meaning was changed to the title, because it sums up the story quite simply. The aspirins were just a few ounces, and there were to help her with her problems, and to try and cure her from having these problems again. This theme is explored throughout the story because she runs in to little problems here and there, and each problem need to be "cured".

Response - Happy Endings

Happy Endings
By: Margaret Atwood

Margaret Atwood's short story Happy Endings, is a controversial way of looking at what makes people happy. In the story you were to read different parts, and each one had a different ending. But each ending had a twist. The first ending was the ideal way for everything to turn out. But the others were not, they simply showed different events that may go on in other peoples life. The most common of them being cheating. But what this story truly shows us, is the fact that everyday someone goes through these same things, wheather its cheating, divorce, lies and even just arguments. It shows us the  truth, because many people will simply do whatever it takes to get what they want, and in the story that is what happened, no matter whose back it was behind. I think this story shows us that no one can be trusted 100 percent, and no matter who they are, something along the lines of this story will happen to everyone. What happens may not be as severe as some of these endings, but it will surely happen eventually.

Response - Solitude

Solitude
by: Archibald Lampman

I found this poem to be very descriptive, as though he was writing about the area around him. He clearly decribes all of his senses, just as we were supposed to with our sensory poems. He describes the trees as motionless, and the air as quiet, he even adds in the effects of the hawk or woodpecker, as they break the silence. I found that Archibald Lampman's poem solitude was a very good example of how to describe the area around you quickly, but with great attention to detail, providing the reader with a visual of what he was actually seeing.


Tuesday, March 3, 2009

A Walk In The Park

 

A – During my walk in the park i can see

B – that in the tree there is a bird

A –it seemed as though the bird chirped to me

B – and after each chirp,  it was like hearing a new word

 

C –every sight gave me a new feeling

D –something new but yet so nice

C –everything i saw was just so appealing

D –just like the taste of a coke with some ice

 

E – everything around is so near

F – but yet it feels as though its far away

E –there are many things that i can hear

F – and that is just on my walk today

 

G – Hopefully there will be something new

G –maybe next time i’ll come along with you.

Friday, February 27, 2009

On Shore
I can feel the cold air resting on my skin,
and the wind blowing against my face,
As i taste it blowing in my mouth,
I can see wave, after wave in the lake,

As i hear waves smashing each other,
I can smell the lake traveling through my nose,
and the wood form all the tree's,
This is me on shore.

TYPE OF POEM: Free verse.
By: Jr Arzadon


Response:

I liked the way Jr described the different senses, and how each one was affected by a different thing.
It made me remember the day we went to the outdoor classroom quite clearly. He described each thing
in a different way and i think i shows that everything around us can affect us differently. When he says
 "I can feel the cold air resting on my skin" it reminds me of shivering, and how just before you get the 
feeling you do feel quite cold, and when he says "the wind blowing against my face,
As i taste it blowing in my mouth"it shows that the experience was truly something that you had to be there
to get the full effect. I think this poem clearly describes all senses, and shows how the things around us everyday
actually do affect us, just we ignore them because they are always there. But when you stop and just pay 
attention to these things, you see things you never really realized before.

Outdoor Sensory Experience

Wind blowing

Intriguing class setting

Numb fingers

Tiring walk

Early morning

Rising sun

 

Dazing views

Annoying geese

Yawning people

Shining sun

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Our Freedom


In our lives that we take for granted,

We learn of soldiers that constantly panted,

In far away fields, where they fought without shields

There was no resistance

 Even with the sound of guns and tanks in the distance,

 The earth would shake,

And we do not realize the heart that it takes

To defend a country during a war

And if there is one thing for sure,

We want war no more

Great battles were won,

And while it was not fun,

The force of a gun could harm anyone

We now live free, but this could not be

If it wasn’t for the soldiers that defended this country.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

The Hockey Goon

THE HOCKEY GOON

When the puck drops his opponents will fall, after the whistle he'll go after them all, with hip checks and cross checks and sticks that are high, there'll be bruises and cuts and even black eyes, some play for the money and some for the fame, but he simply plays for the love of the game, putting the puck in the net makes heroes for the fan, but putting guys in the hospital makes him the main man. By: Michael Kenneth Panton, Canada