so full disclosure, I ran Talladega this morning – all 13 miles of it – so there’s no telling where this blog will go…
“the element” – basically, a book about doing what you love – and getting into it – that most adults give this idea up – there were some good moments in the book – the thing with the planets that the writer borrowed was ultra neat – basically, that the earth looks big compared to other planets – but compared to all of them – and stars, we’re like less than a spec on a picture – gives you perspective
“scene it, be it, write it” – I think this was the title – basically, a book that teaches you to teach kids writing prompts by having them act out the question – it obviously works well for stories – for a literary prompt, i’m not sure how well that would go – that said, i’d love to try it some time so remind me if you want to have acting/theater class some day with a quiz:)
“winning character” by tommy Bowden – former Clemson head coach – I enjoyed this book – I read it in a day – basically, just good advice about what it takes to be successful – to be a man – to be a leader – and a lot of that comes from the three priorities in your life – coach Bowden said that most people say 1. God 2. family and friends 3. something – but that the no. 3 is typically no. 1 – a realization that caused him to decide he couldn’t just give lip service to no. 1 having never read the Bible all the way through – so he started at age 40 and it took him three years – I thought that story was good
I finished fourth, by the way, in my age group – fourth is possibly the worst position ever:)
maf
Hello! I can’t think of anything to write for my creative journal, so I went to the bog…I meant blog…TRUMPETS ASSEMBLE!! Figure out my random quote, anyone who wishes to do so. Well, goodnight people. I’ll be back… :-0
Rachael
HUMP DAY!! WOOP WOOP!!!
so, what’s up?
yeah, that’s getting kinda old, so….. 🙂
i’m going to cut to the chase and get straight down to business.
so, i’m still on HUNGER, and i’m almost done. Lana, the Healer, tried to destroy the gaphiage, but apparently, the gaphiage has some kind of way to control humans by torturing their brain. she tried to destroy it by putting gas in Hermit Jim’s mine, and lighting a fuse. but right before she lit the fuse, the Darkness, aka, the gaphiage, started to control her by torturing her mind. the character Lana described it “as if someone had replaced her brain with searing red-hot coals”. this is an awesome book series, and i recommend it to anyone who loves a good thriller novel.
Caine, the antagonist, found a girl hiding out in the forest, and her name is Orsay. she has the mutation of being able to get into or see people’s dreams. i thought it was neat, being able to see someone’s dreams.
well, i guess it’s time for the creative.
“Along The Hiking Trail”
~by Blue~
Fallen leaves crunch
as my boots pass over them.
Sunlight peeks through the tall, full trees.
The gurgle of a large creek
is soothing to my ears.
I stand on the bank, watching the crystal waters
pass by.
The air is crisp
and cool.
I skip over the stones, and bend down.
I place my fingers into the water, letting it run through.
I take a deep breath.
I skip back over to the bank and look up.
The sun is still there, like a giant orange saucer
on a big, blue tablecloth.
~
oh, that was the bell! gotta go.
do some more blogging next week! 🙂
haha! Im first today! Must blog when i get home and actually blog about my book. Well, just remembered something terrrible, Gollum does end up dying in lotR! </3
and yes ‘tell me where is Gandalf for i much desire to speak with him is me!
Haha! I just realized i was first today! Score for the 6th graders! I’ll wait until I get home to blog again, if I do! And i just remembered something sad, Gollum dies in lotR! 🙁
yes, score nicole
and score one for the rest of you that fearlessly blogged while i waited for internet to come up at mcwayne
today, my “kids” are from indian springs – b/c they were outside at railroad park eating lunch when i ran by
“lunch break”
by mayfield
nothing works, cramped spaces, and loud noises
chase me away to the streets
the streets that take me four blocks
to a park
and oh what a park
a park next to an enclosed
baseball park, playing music
and video to nobody as i go by
at mile one
mile two, i’m in the old railroad
ground that’s been turned
a civic wonder,
sweat from the railworkers given way to the
sweat from the walkers, the joggers
and me, the runner,
the runner at an effortless pace
that encircles everyone one
twice (mile 3) and then
back to the beginning
and the conference – which is now,
as i
at peace.
BOOK: Eldest
PROMPT: Creative
SIDE NOTES: Man, some nurses are REALLY bad at taking blood work. I had blood taken for testing. It turns out, I have mico-plasm, and Google, it is a word. Anyway, that nurse made it painful. They said it would feel like an ant bite, not a scorpion sting. It was still hurting when I went to bed. I had had blood taken before, and it didn’t feel near that painful. But the good thing is, I’m alive. Yay! There will be two creatives in this blog, a short poem, “Pain”, and a story to fill the rest of needed time.
Creative:
Pain:
It stung, It hurt.
It bled, It was pain.
They said ant bite, They meant scorpion sting.
They lied, They drew my blood.
I hate clinics.
Drums roll in my ears. The battle is over. We lost. I am taken prisoner, never to be seen again for years. I was treated well, for a prisoner, at least. I had no thoughts of escape, for two reasons, one is, again, I was treated well for a prisoner, and the other was I has in a high security prison. A couple of years later, a large tornado hit the prison, I evacuated. They all thought I had ran away with most of the other prisoners. But when they did a search, they found me in an isolated room-like opening formed of rubble from the tornado. I didn’t leave the prison for two reasons. One was that I didn’t want a price on my head, the other being that I had a feeling they would release me early if I didn’t leave. They lowered my sentence to one more week in the prison, during which they treated me more like a guest. After that week, I was a free man.
First off, Mr. Maf I licked your peom and second, if I end up saying something wrong it’s the stupid auto correct I’m using (altough helpful can make some people seriosly agervated). By the way, has Cali ever bloged? Right, off subject. Now on to audience. We all know what adience is, but there might be another use of it, like the book has taught me about purpose. This time, be open to new deets. ok. book stes that our regular kind of audience is the only one and that therre is no alternate meanings. although it does have the list of audiences.
there are up to about five audiences. these audiences are……:
-individual- trying to get it out to only one person.
-group- trying to get it out to a set group/cesiety.
-specialized- trying to get it through to a specific set group/person/cesiety.
-general(universal)- all people with little similarities ex. newspaper readers.
the audience, like purpose, is a key factor you have to figure out before you even start writing. through out middle school, highschool, and colledge the writing is more or less about your mastery of the subject.
this concludes the finally journal of week 9/23-27. finite and exunt.
I’m reading a book called ground zero and I’m to the part where John is deciding what to do next. He finally realizes what to do and his instincts kick in and he starts sprinting Down the stairs as fast as possible and almost quits because he is on the 74th floor. He makes it to the 26th floor.. I think. His calves start burning like they’re on fire. There’s five minutes
Ok i read The Death Cure By: James Dashner. In this finnaly to The Maze Runner Trilogy Thomas gets locked up in a white-padded box for 24 days when he finnally gets released from the cell-like structure, and when he is in it his friends think he has gone insane from the Flare(a diseise caused by sun flares.), and worry more about him than he ever thought they would. Later they force him to get his memory back when this said he didn’t have to before(They put a memory blocker in the part of the brain that operates long-term memory temporarily giving him long-term memory loss!). And that is all i have read so far.
Also Mr.Mayfield YOU ARE AWESOME!
It’s Thursday and I was a latchkey child again today because Anna has dance. Reason number 456 why my sister is loved more than me. Anywhos I went through the blog AGAIN today. I don’t know why I find all the posts on here so interesting. I think it’s because of the war between 6th and 7th grade. They try so hard for Maf’s love when we all know he loves the 8th grade best. I mean it’s almost sad that you can’t get that through your brain. 🙂 Poor 6th graders who need affection to function.
Monday-Soapstone- Gone- 9/23/13
Speaker- The author- 3rd person omniscient
Occasion- I think the author wrote this because strange things kept happening in their life.
Audience- 14 year-olds. And I say this because that’s what age the main character is.
Purpose- To ENTERTAIN. I think.
Subject- Astrid, Sam, and Quinn have just discovered a barrier on the out side of their city.
Tone- Adventerous
Tuesday- Author’s Purpose- Gone- 9/24/13
This book is sooooo weird. So so so weird. By now in the book the crew has found the barrier thing and is trying to figure out why it’s there and how it got there. Not only can the author please tell my why this thing is there but why can Sam shoot light out of his hand? All I can say is I need to keep reading because I am so confused. So until then I will try my hardest to figure out what the heck caused the author to write this. They must have been sleep writing or something because it is soooo weird.
Wednesday- POV Shift- Gone- 9/25/13
Astrid’s POV
Finding Little Pete is all I have on my mind. That’s it. He’s my main priority right now. Not Sam, not Quinn, not this stipid barrier. Not being Astrid the Genius as they call me. Just finding my little brother. He can’t be alone for to long. He’ll do something off the wall crazy. I just need to find him. We hop on the golf carts and head toward the Power Plant. And low and behold who finds other than Stupid, Stupider, and Stupidest.
Thursday- 9/26/13- Gone- Creative
Joci’s POV
“ASHTON!” I yell.
“JOCI!” He runs up and hugs me.
”WHY ARE YOU HERE?”
“Can’t a guy come see his girlfriend every now and then?”
“I guess.” I pick Titan up. “Look Ty. It’s Ashton.”
He barks.
“Do you like Ashton?”
He starts liking my face.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Come with me.” Ashton says grabbing my hand.
“Okay! I’m coming!” I laugh walking up the stairs.
Ashton walks in his room and collapses on his bed. He then pats a spot on his bed for me to lay beside him.
“So? What’d I miss while I was gone?”
“Well Dani stayed here and practically lived in Mikey’s room. Tessa’s Nutella obsession has grown. She doesn’t know this but I got a five gallon bucket of Nutella ice cream and it’s in the big freezer downstairs. When we went to get Titan today I got Calum a girlfriend.”
“So nothing interesting?”I gave him a look.”I’m kidding.So first,Calum’s new girlfriend?”
“Her name’s Julie and Calum will love her because I said so.She should be in here any minute now.”
Seconds later Tessa burst in.”Dani We’re ba-ASHTON?!”She ran up to him and takled him into a hug.”OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE I MISSED YOU SOOO MUCH WHERE’S MY BOYFRIEND?!?!”
“Alright calm down.”He chuckled getting off the floor.”I just came back for a few days,I’ll have to leave soon.”
“Okay now where’s Luke?”
“I’m sorry Tess,but it’s just me this time.”She looked slightly disappointed,but instantly went back to being happy.
“That’s okay I’ll see him soon,but right now I’m happy to see you.”He smiled.
“I missed you ‘lil sis”They hugged again and then Julie came in.
“Jesus Lord child it took you that long to get in the door?”
“Technical difficulty with my pants and the door.”
“Okay then,well Julie this is Ashton.Ashton this is Julie.”
“Hi.”She said shyly.
“So you’re Calum’s new girlfriend?”
“Wait what?”
“Oh yeah,”I cut in.”I haven’t told them yet.”
“Joci!”
“What? I was gonna get to it soon.”
“Sure you were.” He said skeptically.”I guess you can tell him now.I promised I would skype the boys when I got here.”
“Ok.”
Ash got the computer while Tessa opened ANOTHER jar of nutella.Once everyone was ready we made the call and soon enough the boys faces popped up.
“HEYYYYYYYY!”They all shouted at the same time.Then they bombarded us with questions.
“How’s everything?”
“Anything interesting happen on the plane there?”
“What’s the new dog look like?”
“How long until you come back Ash?”
“Who’s the chick?”
“Alright one at a time!”I yelled shutting them up.”Okay let’s start at the beginning.Everything’s great.Here’s Titan,my new puppy.Ash said he is leaving in a few days,and this,is Julie.”I said motioning towards her.”Calum, she will be your girlfriend and you will be happy.”
“Wait what?”
“Well she’s pretty,she likes you,I like her,she will be your girlfriend.”I looked over at Julie to see that her face was completely red.”Any comments”
“I’m okay with it as long as she is.”
“Julie will you be Calum’s girlfriend?”Everyone looked at her expectantly.
“Sure”
“It’s settled.You two will be happy together,and get married,and have cute little Jalum babies.”
“Okay now that that’s over with,what have you guys been doing?”Tessa asked changing the subject.
“Just writing some songs and stuff like that.Not too exciting.You?”Michael asked.
“Well I have been eating nutella and watching youtube videos,Joci has been stressing over this university thing and Dani,well she’s been in your room.In fact that’s probably where she is now.”Tessa answered.A guilty expression crossed over Michael’s face,but quickly disappeared.I was going to ask him about it,but decided to wait until I could ask him privately.
“Well I guess that’s it.I need to get back to my paper anyway,bye guys.”
“Bye.”They said as I ended the call.
I’m reading Lincoln s last days. The book talks about the ending of the war and how general grant and general lee met at a building to discuss a treaty among less armies and the union .the treaty, which made lee cry, said to lay down arms and go home .they returned home and that’s where that part ended. The book then picked back up and was talking about John Wilkes booth and his plan to kidnap the president .he was at a firing range because he said it helped him think , while he was thinking he was trying to recruit helpers to help him go forward on the plan.thats all I read .
Did you know Steve Jobs went through a “hippie” phase?? He smoked marijuana a few times.
I’m sorry but im gonna have to do a poem. Too much homework today. I feel ashamed.
~The last game~
So much pressure,
everything is on your team.
Your team scores,
then falls behind.
You’re so pumped up,
but it’s the last game.
Your team loses,
but they still did good.
They’ve just has better days
Oh poo, I’m blogging kinda late because of the game, wasn’t worth watching since we got beat 41-16 in riverchase’s favor. Riverchase’s “pep” band also played, but notice the quotes they sounded more like a cross between a very out of tune flumpet (it’s real believe me, I’ve seen one) and a dying squirrel. Me and Faryn had a lovely conversation discussing how to describe the sound to Prather and Grigsby… But anyway I’ve nearly finished Halt’s peril, I’m at the part where the cave ceiling collapses on Tennyson’s corpse. So yeah, I’m also nearly done with Tom, but I’ll have 2 hours on the way to weaver for competition, marching band is awesome and better than those wannabes called the predecessors to Pelham’s Tower of Power marching band (If I didn’t know I wouldn’t believe it). So to wrap it all up, TRUMPETS ASSEMBLE!!!
Hey you guys I am going to do a sappy LOVE POEM 🙂 and it is dedicated to who ever this poem reminds you of in your head :). Love is something every needs in their life. It’s a drug you can’t go without it you need it. It when the first thing you think about is them and hope they are thinking about you to. When you can’t go a day without taking to them. When there is a crowd your eyes wander for that person. When you hug them you never want to let go. When you dream about them ” it’s what happens when you heart wishes when your asleep”. You whisper goodnight to them in your own bed and say “I love you” hoping some how they heard. Know there all of there favorite things. Now everything that’s going on with them and their family. Can tell you every detail about there eyes down to the flecks of Amber in them and how they “Make you melt”. Love playing with there hair and taking there jacket. Day dream only about them. Can’t wait till class ends to get a chance to talk to them. You try to hide it and other times you let it out and scream it When you can picture them not even having to close your eyes. When your hands touch you don’t want to pull away in embarrassment but Grab and never let go. When your eyes look at them they are tinted with yearning and longing. Love is when you would do anything for them with out hesitation ( not in the syco way though) :). Read the poem once or even twice but if you read of it and someone came into your head well…… SHOUT OUT 2 Mr. Mayfield my running buddy hope your having a fun time 🙂
To the sixth grader that can spell marawana (rachael): sure your dad is a lawyer and the realst of my section is on the low or nongifted side 🙂 don’t kill me colt.
sorry i couldnt blog last night
rush rush rush to school
make sure you have everything
check check check your hmwk
make sure it is all done.
brush brush brush your teeth
get them sparkly clean.
now run run out the door
go to school on time.
um, can someone else check and see if joseph actually said he “licked” my poem???
GROSS!!!!
He licked your PEOM not you poem
I just finished the Steve Jobs BOB book. In a word: wow.I don’t generally like biographies, but this one is great. I have to admit, the end made me sad (partially because I was listening to Lord Of The Rings music, th song that is played at Bormir’s death!). This is officially my favorite biography. Well, TRUMPETS ASSEMBLE!!!
Rachael
I am back. Yes, the peom licker. Oh, by the way, I hate my laptop! I had just finish my awesome ghost story about maf and the com-poot-er esased it all. oh well, I shall right another. okay this time it going of Blue the stalker. but first ill turn of some jazz……….okay lets gooo.
“In my neaborhood of Greensburrow, Pitta, there is a most horrible evil. The she-beast that took the souls of the not-so-innocent, puppy-dropping girls along with the boys who just so happen to NOT be in their gifted program. How of coarse, you might be asking “How on earth would this demond find out the details?” Well, that was it’s evil crime. “She” stalks people to the point of death. only a few have seen her dreadful, red-hughed eyes, and even less have told about this dreaadful incounter. This may actually be the last heard from any witnesses, because I myself am the last one and have a strong feeling that she is after me. Oh crap there she is. No. No! NO!……………………………..” “End Transmition” >:{
P.S. the simbol “>:{” is suppose to be a vampire or demond.
Hey dudes I am SO SORE from basketball tryouts I made the first cut I will tell you guys If I make the team 😉 I am going to write another SAPPY LOVE POEM :). GO WILDCATS 🙂 Big brown doe eyes staring at you Warm touch feeling your body with joy. Singing stupid love songs in your head. Visiting there locker every bell. Wishing you could spend all hours of the day in their arms and talk for hours talking on the phone forever and then hating when they have to go. Calling just so you can hear there voice but not wanting to tell why you called. Remembering everything they tell you just so you can have something else to talk about with them. Wanting to give them everything in the world and the most fragile thing of all your heart. Hoping, praying, and wishing that they feel the same way. Thinking if you could read minds that theirs would be the only one that you would want to read. Feeling more like your self when your with them. Loving going outside with them seeing how the sun hits perfectly off their hair. Every thought you have has them in it you can’t get them out of your head even if you want to try Remember one thing ” eyes are the windows to the soul” SHOUT OUT 2 THE BEST TEACHER EVER #1 Mr. Mayfield