Animal Farm: The Poem

Animal Farm, I want you to know
Though not from beginning, is really a foe
Who started off friendly to all but us men
Till animalism was thwarted again
Napoleon was and always will be
A pig, you might say, who was not filled with glee
But greed, lots of greed, and power to suffice
Who’s cold heart was frozen in a hard block of ice
At first, as we thought, he was content with the bicker
With Snowball, the hero, who soon was much quicker
To run off the place by the dogs who were trained
To snap at poor Snowball, though no speed had they gained
As soon as the hero, dear Snowball, took flight
And Animal Farm was far out of sight
The animals set course down a dark dreary path
Filled with anger, resentment, and ever-feared wrath
The power, that once was at everyone’s hands
Fell into the hoof of the one who made plans
To turn this whole ‘Animalism’ to dust
Down with equality! Work till you bust!
And this, my dear reader, is how you will find
That corruption and stealth is what filled up the mind
Of Napoleon, yes, the king of them all
Who was never, I tell you, more good than a thrall.

Lessons Learned

As usual, it was rainy. The twice weekly trip from Olympia to Seattle and back is not exactly what I would call fun, but it is a great time for just me and my mom or dad to have nice conversations. I was in the passengers seat, passing Tacoma driving down to Seattle in our little black Saab, yabbering to my dad. I don't remember exactly what started the conversation, I never really do, but somehow we got on to the subject of introverts and extroverts. My mom is strictly an extrovert, she gets scared of introverts at times. When people don't plainly show their emotions on their face, she has a tendency to take that as an 'I don't like you!'. My dad is an introvert. "The best kinds of people are ones that take a while to get to know. Its more fun to think that someone's shy and uninteresting and realize that they are the most amazing people you have ever met, than to figure out that the cool outgoing person you just became friends with is really a poser." I will never forget this.
Since then, I have looked at things with a slightly different light. I am drawn toward the outgoing people in my class naturally, but I realize my best friend is a total introvert. then again, I find myself being interested in not only the extroverts but the quiet people in the corner who don't speak out in class. When I meet someone new at the Free Choir or at school, I make sure I don't judge people by what they look like or how much they talk. Everybody has a different story to tell.

Madera

Her messy faded blue hair tucked behind her ear, Madera flips through the Stranger, settling on the weekly Dan Savage column. Its fairly warm outside, but as always, she insists on wearing the usual tights, spankies, knee-high socks, and finally, her beloved leg warmers. Nothing ever matches, yet that's just so much of her character. Each day is something new; an idea for a comic book, an interest in zines, a song she wrote, a book she is writing, a musical she is directing.

Few people actually get to know Madera, she's quite the introvert, but I would be a completely different person if I hadn't. Madera is a feminist, pro-choice, independent, amazing person and no one in the world could equal the girl she is. Madera taught me how to be the spontaneous creative person I am, and I never stop thanking her for that.

First Person Beauty

The grass is so green, and my dress is so soft with its stripes. I know that my mom wants me to play catch, but all I want to do is be my idol, Sleeping Beauty. It's the easiest game to play! All I do is grab the nearest flower, run to a nice soft piece of land, and lie down. Holding my flower, with my eyes closed, I know I am the most beautiful girl in the world and that no one can harm me because I am under a powerful spell..

I remember this day fondly, I used to play this game a lot. I would be sleeping beauty, and would hold the nearest flower-ish thing pretending to sleep while my friend would pretend to be the prince. That role usually involved touching me on the forehead instead of kissing me, but the intent was still the same. I woke up, a beautiful princess, and would run away with my fake prince and then laugh and go find my mom.

The Motifed Jungle

Well, I may only be half-way done with this book, but I think with my current information i have enough to do an adequate project on it. I decided that the DOMINATING LITERARY ELEMENT (that's quite a handful to say) was Motif! The motif in The Jungle (as far as I have read) is the cattle and the pigs that get brutally slaughtered every day. There is always some mention of them, and how gross or how helpless or whatever they are. Or how nasty it is to kill them. Bleagh. Upton Sinclair probably addressed this the most becuase it makes the most sense! Now I would love to write more but I really need to go read my book, so bye. :D

the JUNGLE!

Oh yes, I am serious. The Jungle. By Upton Sinclair. That infamous book that is about SLAUGHTERING INNOCENT FARM ANIMALS so they can feed the mouths of hungry slefish human beings. Now, don't get me wrong. It's a good book. I am on page 52, and so far it has been good but not soooooper entertaining. It doesnt immediately grab your attention, I would say, but just by knowing the plot line it's got to be interesting. Am I right? YES. I think the dominating literary element is probably symbols. Meaning the dead cows and pigs and such. They take up such a humongous chunk of the book already, it seems pretty clear. And the tone? I think Informative and Somber, and something else like 'Excited' or something. I don't remember all the words. Yeah. The end.

Uuuhhh READING

I like to read. Fiction. Why, you ask? Because like everyone else, I like to escape my everyday life and jump into a new, more exciting one. I like to pretend I'm not me, I like the feeling I get when I am someone else. When you are reading you can be anyone. And when you are writing you can think of who you want your readers to become.
When I start a book, it really depends on my mood for me to decide if I finish it or not. If I'm in a good, patient mood, I might finish it. Or not. I am pretty unpredictable at my best. The first pages are always the most boring, so it's the hardest part to get through. And never, ever read a book without getting feedback about it from at least one article or person you trust. If I havent got any feedback, good or bad, I have no faith in the book or the writer.
As for a quiet spot to read, that is inevitably impossible in my households. I have four siblings, all younger than me, and three of them are under the age of five. And even at naptime, my 11 year old brother is probably blasting pop music from his room. So therefore I have found myself able to read under unusual conditions, most of them pretty loud.
Oh yeah, and my reading style depends on the book. I'm not really sure.
WHOO! First assignment done. Over and out. Ja, nee!