My poem doesnt really have anything to do with my life but I do think it has something to do with everyones life, whether its now or sometime in the future. One day we all will find that love, that unconditional love. In my poem I think its a guy (so this mainly goes for the guys). Hes saying how he is in love and how he only sees that one person and shes beautiful. And what take from this is that he loves her so much he will walk ten thousand miles if thats what it would take.
I will convey this poem in my voice by giving my vioce that it that sweetness to it like this poem has. I will use my face kind of as a gesture to show the longing; like the author makes it known that the guy is longing his lover. I think of my voice and gesture as such, because this is what I think and read from this poem so I'll try and interpret as much as i can through my vioce and getstures.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
When i was younger i basically understood alot because i asked questions and I grew up faster than most, I guess. I don't remember alot and I'm not quit sure but i always hear my mom tell me about one misconception when i was little and that was when a family member died when i was about six turning seven. My mom took me to my first cementary in my life to see the box like thing he was in. And the box things were for the people who served in the military and so he got to be in one of those. Anyways when i got there my mom showed me the box he was going to be placed in, and before they put them in the box they cremate them so they will fit but my mom didn't want me to be affraid of fire so she never told me what cremation was. So when I got there I looked at the box and went to the back and saw there was more in the back for others who had died. My mom was like, "What are doing?"
"Well how did they get him in there? Did they have to....squish him in or something?"
"ummm ya...."
And then the next year later I was explained what exactly what cremation was and thats when i completly understood. But like I said when i was younger I understood basicaly everything or I just asked questions to know, and my mom told me, but I guess she didnt tell me right then because i had alot on my plate right there that if she told me that it would have freaked me out and i might have been scared; Which I don't tend to get scared i just learn to deal and thats all i can do. Better that then living life scared.
"Well how did they get him in there? Did they have to....squish him in or something?"
"ummm ya...."
And then the next year later I was explained what exactly what cremation was and thats when i completly understood. But like I said when i was younger I understood basicaly everything or I just asked questions to know, and my mom told me, but I guess she didnt tell me right then because i had alot on my plate right there that if she told me that it would have freaked me out and i might have been scared; Which I don't tend to get scared i just learn to deal and thats all i can do. Better that then living life scared.
Monday, September 20, 2010
I don't have a type of English student, i'm just me. And what you can expect from my writting on my blog is my style on how I write and how my writting will grow over time. And I think I will en-lighten people with my reaction to my literature studies because over the year ill learn different things so my writting will be more interesting.
I'm not sure of the meaning of English class yet, but i think its to gain abitlity to wirte nd leanr more bout book and understand them more, so in the future we can use those skills for something more. And thats why I think that English is a requirment for college bound kids, so they are able to use skills further on in life.
I'm not sure of the meaning of English class yet, but i think its to gain abitlity to wirte nd leanr more bout book and understand them more, so in the future we can use those skills for something more. And thats why I think that English is a requirment for college bound kids, so they are able to use skills further on in life.
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