That interesting little tid bit.. :)

In the discussion on "The Lobster" portrayed many different aspects on this passage, one would not come upon when annotating. I thought that when many people believed that the coloring of the lobsters given in detail, was the authors reasoning to give the image of Solomons workers. A passage frome the Holy Bible. And how their lives and dreams were sort of picked with chance and they did not have control. Like as the lobsters when they sit in the tanks in the middle of the grocery stores or super markets, next to the forozen meat...and as people walk by they choose randomly which lobster they want to boil and eat. How big of a quantity the lobster would feed...or if they are healthy. A person attempting to make an elegant dinner would not stop and interview the lobster and ask them "why should you be chosen to ly upon my plate or stay in this nasty fish tank?" Many people do not believe that that animal may have feelings or dreams. Also by being harsh while throwing them in a pot of boiling water could vanish them into literally thin air. Thats rough.

What if your life was based on luck or chance? And you had no control? That was another question that popped up in many of the side replies throughout our discussion. I think it would be hard for myself to feel as though anyone cared...and yes I know that were talking about lobsters..but any other species could be thinking that about you..."its just a human, they dont have dreams or hearts; lets throw them into a pot of boiling water and see them swim". Have you ever thought of that theory? Its a good one.

The little author :)

My favorite piece of writing that I composed is a book review essay we were writing in class, reviewing the book we were reading for the quarter. Our teacher had us pick how we were going to write our stories. I chose to compare my life story to the main characters life story. Turns out the little girl in the story, had similar events as me. Coincidently, we also had the same family terms. This piece of writing I wrote in a small crowded classroom of 32 children in 2 hours. You might say "that is impossible" or "no work of art can be mastered in less than a week or a year" but this story is real. It was deep. I wasnt just writing this paper for the credits, it really meant somthing because I began to get personal. I was open with the fact that in the book, this little girls mother was not around and that in her kids life she chose to bounce in and out; while hoping they would still love her equally the same as when they looked into her eyes and smiled the moment they were born. It doesnt happen that way. My father is exactly like the mother in the story, in so many ways, its actually kind of scary...but yet sad. For the fact of that another little girl was feeling the way as I do. Questioning the fact of love and adoration over hatred and negativity. "Why dont they want to know us?" "How come they dont love me?" "Did i do somthing wrong?" those questions I used to ask everyday and I mentioned that in the story. I knew this story meant somthing by the recognition of the tears it brought my family. I didnt like the fact that it brought them to tears but they really saw my actual feelings and thoughts on the empty spot where my father should be. Those dark places in my baby book where HE was supost to fill out...or the many pictures I dont have with him but with the rest of my family and my mom. And that is when I look at my mom and want to tell her "thankyou for not leaving!" Towards the end of my story and the last 10 minutes on the hourglass, I blanked out the fact that I was supost to say how I like or disliked the book. But I felt like this is what a kid should be graded on. Any kid can write down a few simple facts of a book they read 4 pages of and put some lame excuses repeadetly. Sitting a child down and telling them to relate themselves to the story, or imagine themselves in anothers shoes, guarantee they will acknowlege that they cant get away with writing "I liked this book because..." But they will actually have to dig deep and think.
You should read it somtime. :)

Outside Readingg!!! :)

Well the book that I chose to read is Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. It about 5 sisters that are forced to be married within a couple months for the reasoning of women not havng as much freedom with money, jobs or land until they were legally married. So...the story begins to unfold about the pros and cons of becoming married to a person after just meeting them. So far in the book, they are meeting Elizabeth is meeting Mr. Bingley. Mr. and Mrs.'s Bennett (the daughters parents) are waiting with anxious attitudes to await the personality of how Mr. Bingley likes Elizabeth. Meanwhile the other daughters are watching the new neighbors move in and out and waiting to see who would get the first pick for the next man.

Extending the Theme :)

Lesson learning is a big part of life. In the book To Kill A Mockingbird there are more than one lesson that is taught to both the readers and the characters themselves. To kill a mocking bird is a sin. They are sweet and kind and do not hurt anything or anyone. They just simply sing beautiful tunes and lullabys. Boo Radley and Tom Robinsons are victims of the awful crime of killing "mockingbirds". Now they are not really birds, they are real people but the mockingbirds of the gossiping town of Maycomb to an extent. But really nobody really pays attention to the mixed metaphor of "its a sin to kill a mockingbird". They think the actual bird, or they do not really pay attention. The town of Maycomb is a very hard to describe place. It can be explained as nice, or it could be told about in very specticle ways in detail; examples of racism/judgement, selfishness, and personalitys up the wall. There are nice people but you rarely hear about them unless its a rumor that is fake. Those nice people are citizens of Maycomb, and they are the ones we learn lessons from, but not actually saying "heres a lesson for you today". They give us hints and little secrets that most people in many cases will forget to pay attention too and miss those important facrts we would use almost everyday in life, if we were talented.

My sweet Boo Radley.

Boo Radley is a sweet person that tends to stay away from the gossip that flutters around Maycomb. Children are fascinated with him but cannot seem to understand why he will not come and hangout with them. Scout, Dill, and Jem try as hard as they can to make Boo Radley come out and see the light of the sunshine, and/or snow and become a real citizen in the old town of Maycomb County. When I was little, I was scared of my brother. He would always make me cry with his deep voice and him towering over me, and almost the size of a small cottage, I would always run away. I knew he would never intentionally hurt me or make me upset on purpose, but I would hide from him for the fact of him chasing me down the hall way and tickling me until I was about to pee my pants at 4 or 5 years old. It was ALWAYS like that until the day he saved me. We had a pool at my grandparents. A dirty pool filled with slime, tadpoles, leaves and probably leaches. Had not been cleaned for a few month since it was winter time and we didnt expect anyone to go swimming with frost on the ground. Towards the middle of winter, there was a rather hot, sunny 'summer' day and we were outside enjoying the day as a family.
My older sisters, (between the ages of 12 and 14) had a tree house that sat up above in the trees and that had a slide into the pool. Well on this day the walk up to the tree house felt crowded. The boards were slippery still from the morning mist and I saw the pool as especially dingy. I was walking behind the group of 3 or 4 teenagers including my brother, and thats when everything started going really fast until I was super cold. I had fallen into the water of the nasty, infested pool and I was drowning. I was looking up through the water, and seeing everyones faces as they turn around and Im gone. I could hear the sound of screams and talking. As I am watching my brother ripping off his shirt and diving into the water after me. And then the moment I knew it, I was being held in a towel in my brothers arms. Thats where we became glued by the hip. And I never wanted him to leave again.
My brother always freightened me all the time. Boo Radley was given a bad name with all the rumors the children heared, but they were still fascinated and now even more because they wanted to see if they were true. I didnt have a good relationship with my brother until the day he saved me and the same for Scout and Jem. That is when we really had formaly been introduced to the person we have been trying to find all along.

Introduction To My Blog :)

This is the introduction to my english blog! Welcome :) My name is Rowan. This blog is for English. In english I like to write..it comes very easy to me and I can use extraordinary words within my writing. I do not like to read as much as I enjoy writing, because I am not the fastest at reading long or even short books. Other than not reading as well as others, my communicating skills are well known. I am usually loud and outgoing when i am comfortable, but shy and quiet when situations dealing with people not knowing each other or being in a new place for the first couple times. I talk easily with people; I am known to find solutions for every problem. Whether its with drama, every day complications or the simple things in life. I have used this space to tell you a little about me and hope you will enjoy the upcoming posts on my blog. Thankyou for reading. :)
-Rowan