Well blogging i guess could be fun. If you have something to say. i actually kinda find it weird.
On any other network website i never us them...i find that they take up space. But maybe after this I'll tend to use them more often.
And doing this in a paragraph formula is OK. Haven't done it in any other way. Like i said before I've never used my blogs. so yea i guess this is kinda cool. Cool that we get to us the laptops
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
My Response to Shirley Jackson's "The Lottery"
Kelli Heath
The Lottery
Sophomore English
21 September 2007
"The Lottery" is a story full of traditions, culture, and the luck of the draw. The sacrifice that the people of the community make is a big one. Their sacrifice they make is stoning of a loved one or a close family friend. Slips of paper that are prepared the night before are put into a box and one has a black dot. People have not the slightest idea who will be picked, but they know someone will be the one. This is yes a very cruel thought that no one wishes on anyone. But this is their religion, which is done to the thought of the gods praising them with a healthy and plentiful crop. So, really yes it is a horrible thought but then on the other hand it is a tradition, their culture, and the luck of the person who may or may not get picked.
The Lottery
Sophomore English
21 September 2007
"The Lottery" is a story full of traditions, culture, and the luck of the draw. The sacrifice that the people of the community make is a big one. Their sacrifice they make is stoning of a loved one or a close family friend. Slips of paper that are prepared the night before are put into a box and one has a black dot. People have not the slightest idea who will be picked, but they know someone will be the one. This is yes a very cruel thought that no one wishes on anyone. But this is their religion, which is done to the thought of the gods praising them with a healthy and plentiful crop. So, really yes it is a horrible thought but then on the other hand it is a tradition, their culture, and the luck of the person who may or may not get picked.
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Writing Sample
Kelli Heath
Writing Sample
Sophomore English
27 August 2007
My personal object that means alot to me is my special rock. Why I choose it, is because I always have it with me. It is similar to my good luck charm. It also reminds me of a very close friend.
My special rock was picked up on a beach on Wild Horse Island on Flathead Lake, while on a boating trip with a friend, his aunt and uncle and their kids, along with his grandmother and her husband. We went around the island then stopped at a small beach that we named Tipi Beach, because there was some Driftwood placed in the shape of a tipi.
It's important to me because my special friend had given it to me and its in a rough shape of a heart. It's one of those things that if a person that gave it to you wasn't around and close to you for a certain amount of time, then having the object would give you that feeling that they were close to you at the time. My rock also reminds me of very happy and great memories that have taken place also.
My special rock reveals to me as a person that I'm a well liked and loved person. It also gives me a reason to live. It also keeps me going on doing the things I do without wondering how others will react and respond to whatever I maybe doing.
My Best memories with this rock would be every memory that I've had with my special person, who gave it to me. Why? Because I always carry the rock with me where ever I go. It has become one of those must have items with you at all times.
If I ever lost or misplaced it i would feel totally lost without it. It's like something you just have with yo; like your watch, some people couldnt go without having it on their wrist. That's how it is with me and this rock.
This essay was over my special object, which was my special rock. That I got from my very special friend.
Writing Sample
Sophomore English
27 August 2007
My personal object that means alot to me is my special rock. Why I choose it, is because I always have it with me. It is similar to my good luck charm. It also reminds me of a very close friend.
My special rock was picked up on a beach on Wild Horse Island on Flathead Lake, while on a boating trip with a friend, his aunt and uncle and their kids, along with his grandmother and her husband. We went around the island then stopped at a small beach that we named Tipi Beach, because there was some Driftwood placed in the shape of a tipi.
It's important to me because my special friend had given it to me and its in a rough shape of a heart. It's one of those things that if a person that gave it to you wasn't around and close to you for a certain amount of time, then having the object would give you that feeling that they were close to you at the time. My rock also reminds me of very happy and great memories that have taken place also.
My special rock reveals to me as a person that I'm a well liked and loved person. It also gives me a reason to live. It also keeps me going on doing the things I do without wondering how others will react and respond to whatever I maybe doing.
My Best memories with this rock would be every memory that I've had with my special person, who gave it to me. Why? Because I always carry the rock with me where ever I go. It has become one of those must have items with you at all times.
If I ever lost or misplaced it i would feel totally lost without it. It's like something you just have with yo; like your watch, some people couldnt go without having it on their wrist. That's how it is with me and this rock.
This essay was over my special object, which was my special rock. That I got from my very special friend.
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