Bellwork - 12/7/11

""As I looked about me I felt that the grass was the country, as the water is the sea. The red of the grass made all the great prairie the colour of wine-stains, or of certain seaweeds when they are first washed up. And there was so much motion in it; the whole country seemed, somehow, to be running."


1. The setting seems to have much of a emotional affect on the character. They are comparing grass to water in some sense, and what they mean by this is having the feeling that you are a small person in huge world.

2. The effect of this text on me is delicate. The way the words weave together and paint a scene in your head is inspiring.

Marijuana Should Be Legalized

In the last fifty years, support for Marijuana usage have increased dramatically.
Every ten years since the 1950s, the percentage of nationwide supporters of Cannabis has increased ten percent every ten years. The current statistics show that 56% of the entire United States is in support of legalizing this once thought harmful substance. The truth behind the matter is, Marijuana has been illegal for so long because of a not-so-known fact. Marijuana was illegalized at the same time as the paper business started growing. Compared to making paper from cannabis fiber, trees could not compete. An acre of Marijuana can produce as much paper as 4 acres of trees, and fearing the loss of business, Marijuana was lobbied against using very one-sided approaches. The government would have you believe that Marijuana is addictive and harmful, but again, the truth is it is neither. Science shows that no one has ever perished from the consumption of Marijuana. Science also shows that because Marijuana is a natural substance that can grow wildly, it tends not to follow with an addiction. Marijuana contains medicinal benefits like Pain Relief, Weight Management, and can also be a Sleep Aid. People who suffer from glaucoma can sometimes be prescribed Marijuana, however only four people in the U.S. recieve medical marijuana from the government. Even now, people are coming out and speaking about their usage of the substance. It is nothing to be ashamed of and is definetly not a factor in your character or morals.

War Is...

War is destructive, killing all we know.
War is atrocious, not appealing to most.
War is misery, when young children cry.
War is hatred, and waiting to die.
War is fear, when you've nowhere to run.
War is waiting, when your days are done.
War is pointless, enlisting to perish.
War is preventable, we must change its appearence.
War is over, it ends with you and I.
War is finished, no one must die.

Hearing is Believing.

We are currently discussing Poetry in my english class.
After coming in day after day learning about it, I've come to a conclusion.
There have been so many people throughout time who have used poetry, lyrics, and just generic writing
to express their thoughts and feelings. Its very odd..
The sweestest melody could contain something dark and saddening.
I think that this is the secret to good writing.
Keep the reading simple, and make sure your readers can understand the gist of the story/song,
but keep an underlying powerful message hidden in the text.
It adds mystery to whatever you're writing.

With great power comes great responsibility, or so it has been said.

Currently, I am reading the book 13 Days to Midnight. Basically, the book so far is centered around three typical teenage outcasts given a power. It got me thinking "What if teenagers today were given a certain power?" What would become of normal situations in everyday life when every 16-17 year old could run around with the inability to die? Would things change at all? All it comes down to is a matter of Morals, and like all stories, there will be both good and bad outcomes. The story fits alot of todays youth, yound social rejects mainly. It takes the normal small school life of a society and throws in alot of different elements to make something truly unique, something like I have never read. I dont see how I could put myself in the shoes of one of the characters, but I can relate to the basic life style the main character lives, and his past.
In the end, the book is beyond a mirror image of the hardships youth face, but it throws in a different elements for a nice change of pace.

Grave by Sam Lung

Grave

Where does our Virtuoso lie at the bottom of this despair? Through the city of a damned society living on a razors edge, on a cold and rainy London dusk. The future does not foretell the events of ones life, but promises a grave in the earth.


Seeing no point in the in the sense this story is trying is trying to make is like trying to understand the chain of events stringed together by a curious Ms. Gray. The fools and wise men all have something in common, they listen. Let all attention be focused on the young Ms. Gray. Potential is certain and great things are surely to found in the deep confines of her mind. Let your expectations for the outcome of these chain of events be as open as your heart could be. Poor girls shouldn't go wondering through graves in Leichester square at the dead of night, let alone without a reason.


Enter an elderly Ms. Dorian Winifred, one without a need for sympathy who lies in wait. It was certain that Ms. Gray would be attracted by the chipped stone of an ageless mausoleum. "Like a moth to flame, she will approach this place." Ms. Dorian - or what was left of her - proceeded to wait as she has done countless times. Ms. Gray, startled by the presence of Dorian stood still as the tombstones surrounding her. "Do not be frightened at the sight of what I once was, but take me for what I am now." This voice seemed to whisper thoughts into her mind, like a another concious of sorts.


Ms. Dorian stood by the edge of the tomb, greeting the young Ms. Gray with an emotionless stare. Trails of makeup streamed down her face from the drizzle of London rain, appearing as if she had been crying, her black funeral dress stained with the dirt and rubble. "Return home to your mother child, ease her worrying." Ms. Gray was puzzled at the thought of how this old woman could possibly know the situation she was in. "I will only return to her in a coffin!" said Ms. Gray furiously, "The last thing she will see of me, are my bones!"


Her torn and frayed dress riffled in the late breeze. Ms. Dorian let out a faint smile across her whethered face. "Dear, let something such as that be forgotten. Our bones last far beyond flowers and dust." Ms. Dorian turned and faded away into the midnight darkness. Ms. Gray, still puzzled, knelt down at the tomb to examine it. "Here lies Dorian Winifred Reed. Loving Mother, and wife." A fresh rose lay at the foot of drenched soil, untouched by time itself. Ms. Gray gently caressed the rose. Her blue eyes fixed on the thorns pricking her hands.


 At this point, a journey home seemed reasonable. So, with haste, she set off for home on the wet stone road from Leichester square, without a second thought of the events that occured in the small London cemetery. Even though someone may leave this world far behind, their heart and love stay forever.

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