Response Paper # 10; Argumentitive Letter April 29, 2008

Dear Madam,

 

I am writing to you because I need a letter. You should send me a letter because I am a very special individual. You see I have blondish curly hair which of course you should know makes me very special. I also never never never ever never ever get mail. It would be nice to get a letter every now and then. Getting mail makes me happy which being happy makes me happy and in feeling happy that makes me happy and things that make happy are usually happy things and I like happy things because they make me rather happy and in feeling said emotion I feel so very happy. I like feeling happy and mail makes me happy.

 

Also, I deserve mail because I am a very good homo sapien. I have an IQ of 68 which you know is very high indeed. Intelligent people get mail all the time, well all intellectuals but me. Since I am such an intelligent person I should get mail. You know reading makes people smarter, you learn new words and things. Reading a letter is just like reading a book, only with better information and it takes less time, usually. Just think if everyone sent a letter to the little Pig Meas down in New Guinea they would no longer be the little Pig Meas of New Guinea they would be known as the very smart civilization once known as the little Pig Meas of New Guinea. There would be no more starving children in Africa if we all sent them letters because they would know how to properly hunt and plant food and things like that. Just think how smart everyone would be, it would be awesome.

 

I thought of you to help me solve this issue because you, as I have heard, enjoy writing so I thought what a good way to help you out with your joys. I like helping people out. You should like helping too. Therefore, you should seriously send me a letter. Helping people makes you an even better person than you already are. Of course everyone wants to become a better person. Also, helping people makes other people like you, good or bad. As well as you know people like people to like them, well unless you are a complete burnout loser with no friends. But, what a better way to get more friends then to be a better person then by helping other burnout losers with no friends, luckily I am not a burnout loser with no friends I indeed have lots of them, not all of them are invisible either. Its in the human nature to want to be liked by others and want what others have and never be satisfied but anyway, to fulfill all that human nature stuff you just need to become a better person and not be a burnout loser with no friends. Therefore, you should begin your transformation into goodness by helping out poor old me, a non burnout non losery person willing to help a burnout loser with no friends, like yourself, become a non burnout non losery person.

 

I have come to the conclusion that you are probably tired of hearing me go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on about how much I need a letter and how you should be the one to send me said letter. I hate it when people just won’t stop talking about the same thing, even though I do it ALL the time. As your eyes are burning and your head is probably spinning with great thoughts to write about in your letter to me. I suppose I could just keep writing to you about how much I need a letter. I t has been a dream of mine since I was just “a bun in the oven” of mine to receive a letter with very personal information contained inside it. I want to know everything about you. Your thoughts, your likes dislikes, birthday, address, car type, room location in your home, etc. If you could please include the following information in you letter it would be very appreciated: Name, age, address, phone number, social security number, occupation, job description, type of shampoo you use, your perfume flavor, what kind of chap stick do you prefer scented or non scented, so on so forth. I am very excited to be hearing from you very soon.

 

Sincerely,

Alison Hansen

Book Review 2 April 27, 2008

While watching or reading The Wizard of Oz have you ever wondered who was the Wicked Witch of the West? I did. Of course we all know the Wicked witch to be the most wicked and terrifying witch in all of classic American literature. But, Gregory McGuire had a different take on her. Gregory McGuire is the author of Wicked: The life and times of the Wicked Witch of the West.

Wicked is the story of the life of Elphaba, a daughter of Minister Frex. Born green her parents completely neglected her as a child, only caring for there second daughter Nessarose, born with no arms. When Elphaba leaves for Shiz University near The Emerald City, bringing Nessarose with her, she meets Galinda, later known as Glinda the good witch. Forced to room together these two opposites learn the true meaning of friendship and lifelong “sisters”. Also, when at school Elphaba meets Fyiero, a prince of the Ajarik.

Upon leaving Shiz Elphaba relizes her precious wizard of Oz is behind all the bad goings on in Oz. She turns to a secret underground society and shuts out everyone she knows and loves. Fyiero meets Elphaba by chance in the Emerald City. Trying to bring her back into the light we learn the real meaning of “evil” and how The Wicked Witch became the Wicked Witch.

One of my favorite parts of this book is when Elphaba first arrives at Shiz. I think its really funny because everyone is giving her a hard time for being green but she doesn’t take offense to any of it and just returns the favor with witty comments.

I would recommend this book for anyone who loved The Wizard of Oz and is searching for the root of all evil.

Response paper #9; February 20th April 27, 2008

 

Its just a regular day, a regular Wednesday to be perfectly exact.” That was the thought that crossed my mind the morning of Wednesday, February 20^th. I was very wrong.

Just two simple words can bring me back th that “regular” day, Fiddler practice. On February 20^th we had an after school practice for the school musical, Fiddler on the Roof. As sad as this may sound I never had a “first kiss” until last term, February 20^th. My friend, let’s call him Bill, is tall with black shaggy hair. He is such a sweet heart, always trying to make people laugh and smile (which he is very good I might add). Well, Bill was like my best friend since first term I mean we did just about everything together, I was the one who got him to do the musical with me. On this “regular Wednesday Bill had been trying to kiss me all day long by hugging me and trying to get a little closer than “friend like”. I thought that it all was a little strange but I was okay with it because he’s just so darn cute! Finally, during Fiddler practice, just before we rehearsed Tradition, I gave him a hug, and there it was. I guess it was like Romeo kissing Juliet, how she knew it was going to happen, but at the same time it came unexpectedly. I never would have thought that he would actually kiss me in the middle of play practice, but he did. I think Shakespeare described the feeling best in Romeo and Juliet “Smile Heavens upon this holy act after hours with sorrow chide us not!” (2.6. line). It’s like afterwards nothing bad can happen and life is great, wonderful, and glorious.

I can still see the look on my best friend “Joan’s” face when I told her what happened. She freaked out, and it was very loud and jumpy. Pretty soon every girl in the musical knew what had happened because of Joan’s reaction. My face turned a very bright tomato red and it soon became quit warm inside the studio. I felt bad for Bill because everyone was flipping out and asking him about it. It was kind of funny as well as embarrassing. Anyway, after we did Tradition he kept asking questions like “Wanna go out sometime?” I really didn’t know what to say because you never can tell when Bill is being serious or not. I would have never known he was serious if my friend “Nancy” hadn’t come over and told me was, so I said “Yeah.”

That’s basically how the whole thing began and everything went downhill from there. We did the musical and had some pretty good times. Like for example we went to Village Inn after the Saturday night performance, not just me and Bill but the whole cast. At Village Inn it was Bill, Me, Joan, and her boyfriend (Bill’s best friend) “Max” all at a table. We were there until around twelve thirty, one o’ clock, just sitting having some laughs singing and dancing the musical songs, it was awesome.

Then a new term started after a long four day weekend. But, when we came to school on that Wednesday, Bill was completely ignoring me. He wouldn’t even look at me, for an entire day. The next day I texted him, “…. is there a reason you were ignoring me yesterday?” and he said “…. this weekend just got me thinking and I guess I changed.”

Of course I was confused when he said that and I continued to text him throughout the day. Though we never spoke a word to each other. When at the end of fourth period he texted “….. you don’t even deserve a jerk like me, just dump me,” I had no idea what he was talking about, and of course that probably meant he did something really bad over the weekend. So, I said “…. what did you do?”

Finally, at the beginning of fifth period I got my answer, he said “…. lets just say I’m not a virgin anymore.” That pretty much ripped my heart out. Fortunately my good friend Posh was there to keep me calm and she comforted me a whole ton. When the bell rang I literally ran up the stairs to Joan and just bawled, for the first time in like a year or so. When I got home it took me about .5 seconds to go from sad and upset to royally pissed off, I punched the wall twice. The next day, Friday, I went over to Joan’s house ate a whole carton of Ben and Jerry’s Chocolate Ice cream, watched Romeo and Juliet, and of course went on an hour and a half rant about how stupid boys are and what the true meaning of love really is. Now as I think back on it I can see how I have “changed” by having my heart broken I now no longer take friends and loved ones for granted.

 

Book Review April 6, 2008

            I read The Mist by Stephen King. In the book a mysterious mist covers the small town of Bridgton, Maine. Inside the mist lurks the creatures of your darkest dreams. David Drayton and his son Billy are two of the twenty or so of the town’s people and some tourists. Trapped for three days inside the town market, if they even open the door to the market they risk the lives of everyone sheltered inside. After realizing the mist was not going anywhere and after losing half the population David and Amanda Dumpfries decide its time they all escape. Taking a gun, raid, and five others they make a run for David’s car. David, Amanda, and Billy escape Bridgton and realize the mist has spread to everywhere. They drive together to an uncertain future.

            One thing I really liked about this book was how it kept my attention. For example during one part everybody in the market is cozily sleeping, and in the next paragraph BOOM! Something enters the market or someone tries to escape.

The thing I didn’t care for much was one character, Mrs. Carmody. This lady is the obnoxious, crazy, religious old lady that every book has, she was always saying how they needed to give the creatures a human sacrifice. This freaked the others out a little and made me want to punch her. 

I really liked this book overall. The Mist keeps you on your toes and thinking, which makes a pretty dang good book. Its got thrilling and terrifying parts as well as a little love story despite the horrifying events. I would definitely recommend this book to any and everybody that enjoys a little spook.