Best of/Worst of....

I did not have a favorite, poem or a least favorite poem; I really do not like poetry

My favorite short story would have to be “girl” because it sounds like my mother when I get home, do this, and don’t do this kind of a thing. Least favorite would have to be “Bartleby”, just slow and really did not like the style.

Yes, I think I was a good story and teach us about the “American Dream”, how to work for what you want, and not everyone knows what they want in life.

I really did not care for Hollywood’s version of Bartleby because I did not like the story, but Death of a Salesman was not bad to watch. Watching the movies do help you understand more of what is going on, because you and visually see it.

I do not have a favorite in class activity, I like it when different teachers came in and talked.

No I do not miss that we did not have presentations.

 I really did not like the blog post; I do not like other students reading my work. So no, I do not have a favorite or least favorite blog post.

Grandpa Willy

Ever since you were little I always talked about my father and your grandpa Willy. How he was living his dream job as being a sales man and traveling all the time. All he wanted to do was to be rich and support his family. Always was supporting me in becoming a great football, coming to my games, playing catch, and always talking about me becoming a sales man.

Having the dream of becoming rich and supporting your family is not bad, but do not let it control your life. Grandpa Willy dreams of becoming rich took over his life to the point that he was never home, Grandma Linda was lonely but always happy when he was home.  It also took a toll on his body, in which he got so worn down that he started to go crazy.

He is a great man to look up to, he taught me how to be supportive, but sometimes he was overly supportive. Yes I am happy that he supported me in football but not in school. He also pushed me into being a sales man, which I did not want to be. I really wanted to become a football player but I did not have the grades to.

I just want to let you know that you can become rich and do what you want to do. Do not let anyone push you into any different direction then what you want to do. I will try my hardest to support you in any way I possibly can.

Linda's Diary

May 24, 1948

Dear Dairy,

Today has been an interesting day even though nothing to exciting happened, just the usual. Woke up did my stuff around the house, cleaned, made sure the boys and Willy got ready to go to work and school. Willy is a hard worker, I know his dream is to be rich like his older brother  Ben and give me all the things in the world. In all honesty I am happy with the house, the boys and the things we have. I would just like Willy to be home more often, find a job in an office maybe so he is not always on the road.

Anyways that is all for today until next time.

May 24, 2013

Dear Dairy,

I am so glad the boys are home again. I love having the noise and other people to take care of. But ever since Biff has been home Willy has been acting strange again. I do not like when he does this, he works hard and has to much on his mind. I know something is mentally wrong with him but I do not want to tell him he is going crazy. Deep down I think he knows that something is wrong because he keeps trying to kill himself. First time was when he crashed the car, which people said it was no accident, and personally I believe them. Willy is a good man but these mental break downs are getting worse and worse, I do not know how much I can put up with. All I want is for him to quit his job, be home, relax and have my Willy back.

The Lottery

In the Short story “The Lottery” by Shirley Jackson the “The 'tribal' nature of a small community is to stick together and try not to stray away from traditions. In which there tradition is to have a “Lottery”, in the end there is not winning but a stoning of someone in the community. Coming from a small community I can understand having traditions and not straying from them. Our small town annual events are the Raspberry festival, the Idaho County Fair, also some companies and the church puts on Barbecue during the summer.

            The festival, fair, and barbecues we put on are mostly for everyone together as a community. Talk about how their family is doing, crops, weather, and it is a great time for new and old gossip to travel around. The lottery is just a reason for the community to get a break from there every day lives and gossip with everyone. They really do not like this tradition but traditions are hard to break, especially in smaller communities. We used to have buggy whip, which is when people from all around bring their old cars and show them off. It was a great time for kids to run around, for the women to gossip, and the men to drink. Then I got the point that I was just one big drunk fest and people got hurt, and things got stolen or damaged. Even though it was great fun we had to stop because it was getting out of hand. It was hard straying away from that tradition but it need to be done.

Mrs. Mallard facebook

1.       Anyone prayers are much need for me and my family

2. Though your simile is gone forever, and you hand I cannot touch I still have many memories of the one I loved so much, you memory is my keepsake, with which I’ll never part. God has you in his keeping, I have in my heart.  Sadly missed, but never forgotten.

3. Why get up there is nothing to look forward to

4. Lonely and heart broken

5.  Don’t feel good today

6. Best thing in the world just happened! My husband is still alive

7. I will never take my time with him again for grated

8.  Hopefully these days will never end

9. I don’t fell the best today

10. Never thought I could get a second chance at love, I don’t know what I would do without my husband

 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Train_Wreck_of_1918

Girl Imitation

Boy

Always mind your manners, say please and thank you, never talk with your mouth full, or eat with your elbows off the table.  Respect you elders; actually respect anyone and everyone you meet.  Always get dressed before you leave your house, pajamas are for the house not for the rest of the world to see. What if I am only going to the store and back. Well then put on some pant and a sweatshirt on, because trust me nobody wants to see you in your pajamas. Always clean up after yourself, put away your things, and keep a clean house.  Macke sure your house is clean enough to be healthy and dirty enough to be happy.  When you meet a lady make her feel special, like she is the only women in the world. Never hit, yell, put her down, or say mean thing to her. Tell her every morning how beautiful she looks and how much your love her. Most importantly remember your mother never forget the one that raised you. And always remember I love you forever, like you for always, as long as I am still living my baby you will be.  

dialogue

This is a scene where a two roommates where sitting in their apartment talking about their day.

First roommate: you will never believe what I saw today

Second roommate: what?

First: I saw a mom and a child…

Second: oh cool I see a mom and a child everyday (as she giggles)

First: oh shut up, anyways I saw this mom and this child shopping and the child was throwing this huge fit because they wanted something and mom wasn’t giving it to them.

Second:  Wow if I ever did that I would have been spanked and out of that store in a heartbeat!

First: yeah me too, but the cool part is that the mom actually did something about it.

Second: that is very rare these days

First she actually punished the child in the middle of the store got what they wanted and left.

Second: I am glad that she is actually not giving into her child like most parents do these days.

Frist: me too.

Then  the two roommates go back talking about their day and doing homework.

test Perpetration 2

i have a hard time reading and understanding poems so here are some tips i found. http://writing.wisc.edu/Handbook/ReadingPoetry.html

aso here is a video that might help out

test perpatation

I have a hard time finding the feet in a poems, such as if it is an iamb, trochee, and so on.
here are some tips i found http://www.wikihow.com/Scan-a-Poem

also here is a video that will help

Howl Imitation

I saw the minds of my generation take and not give

Who think that working hard is no longer necessary, and living off tax payer dollars is ok.

Are capable of a job, but ever go and find one because they think they are to good to work at fast food restaurants, gas stations, or farms.

Who have never worked a day in their lives, never got their hands dirty, greasy or stained so badly that it does not take one wash to clean them. Never worked so hard in their lives that they get up in the morning sore, not wanting to get out of bed, but still do cause there is work need to be done.

I saw the minds of my generation drink and drive, wreck vehicles, ruining people’s lives and getting away with it. Not have to suffer like the family they hurt.

Who would much rather drink their pain and sorrows away because that all they know.

I saw the minds of my generation go from sitting down for home cooked meals as a family, to sitting in front of the TV or not sitting down at all.

I wonder where these minds will lead us next.

Imagist poem

Nutella
Yummy hazelnut melt in your moth goodness,
A little taste of heaven

Sestina

Greatness of firefighting

Above me open  dark skies,

Beneath me rocky, uneven ground

Adrenalin pumping through my body

Pushing me to make it up this mountain

With a 30 pound pack, and a tool in my hand

Just hoping to make it to the pot of gold

 

Finally get there, fire red, orange and gold

Smoke darkening the blue sky

Blisters developing on feet and hands

From use of the Pulaski and the uneven ground

It was not easy climbing this mountain

 But I know it will do well for the wallet, mind, and body

 

Digging, sawing, packing will only do well for my body

But in the back of my mind I know it’s all worth it for the gold

It’s a never ending process of watching over the mountains

But when the gray clouds cover the sky

You better have your boots on the ground

And be ready to put some work on those hands

 

Black ash from the fire covers my hands

Aching, soar, tired body

Hits the ground

Ready for sleep, dreaming of the fires gold

Under the  clear,starry sky

Sleeping so high on a mountain

 

Body is black; and can’t wait to leave the mountain

And be able to wash these ash filled hands

Once again there is blue in the ski

Time to give the rest to the body

But only until the next lighting of gold

Then you better be ready for the uneven ground

 

Small, grey smoke comes from hotspots on the ground

Can’t leave hotspots on the mountain

Or the fire burning of red, orange, and gold

Will return and get out of hand

Even though I can’t tell the color of my body

I can only hope the blue stays in the sky

I touch the ground, with the back of my hand

To see if I can leave the mountain, and give rest to my body

For the next gold strike out of the grey clouds in the ski  

 

 

Ode to my bed

When I first get in

You are always so very cold,

But surely and slowly

You begin to warm up.

 

 At any part of the day

You seem to be so inviting,

Day or night, rain or shine

I think about you.

 

Once I am finally in

All warm and sung,

Having such great dreams

 And never wanting to leave.

 

But then here comes morning

Also way too soon,

Then once again I have to leave you

And start again thinking of you.

Litany Limitation

TO my Best Friend, Demetria

 

You are the peanut and the butter,
the aloe and to my sunburn.
You are the reeses
and the pieces.
You are the giggle,
and the joke.

However, you are not the jiggle in my thighs,

The rain in the clouds,
or the stink to the barn.
And you are certainly not ache to my head.
There is just no way that you are the ache to my head.

It is possible that you are the butter to my biscuit,
maybe even the best to my friend,
but you are not even close
to being the scum between my toes.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the grounds in my coffee
nor the rock in my boots.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the support to your bra.

I also happen to be the popsicle to your 4^th of July,
the insulin to your pump
and the blood to your sugar.

I am also the skip in your step

and the hot to your cocoa .
But don't worry, I'm not the peanut and the butter.
You are still the peanut and the butter.
You will always be the peanut and the butter,
not to mention the aloe and--somehow—the sunburn.

about me

Hi, my name is Monica Lustig I'm from a small town called Cottonwood ID. This is my first year at LCSC, also my major is undecided. I love to travel, being outdoors such as hiking, cutting fire wood,  being in the garden, working hard at my summer which is being a wild land fire fighter, and hanging out with friends and family. I am not very good at English or math but I try my best to get through it.