Tuesday, June 15, 2010
The Conclusion
This has been the longest school year of my career as a student. I went to an alternative Elementary School, then straight on to an alternative Middle School, and finally entering mainstream society for High School was a huge change for me. This change has been apparent in the writing I have done in this year’s blog assignments. Given, I did miss four of them, but I’m sure I had a good reason. At the beginning of the year, I treated the blog assignments as a real blog; not really taking in the fact that it was still a school assignment, and thus writing more how I talk than anything else. My blog, I’ve decided, is about turning something you have to do into something you want to do. I was not very excited to do this project, we had a blog in 7th grade and it was not fun. This year, however, I found ways to take the prompt dealt to me and have fun with it. I characterized my posts so that, at least to me, they would be fun and interesting to read. I made the background colorful, added pictures, and viola! A little piece of Rheanna. I will miss this English class, and the fellow students that helped school seem bearable. I won’t ever delete this blog, this is the memory of my first and last year at Olympia High School.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Book List!
1)Perdido Street Station by China Mieville -
I started reading this book earlier in the year, and still haven't finished it. At 710 pages, it's a long book, and it's also the strangest books I have ever read, and I have read quite a few off-beat books in my time. It's descriptive language and detail is entrancing, and I would recommend it to anyone who likes.. well.. I actually don't know. The basic plot (It's SUUPER complex) is that a scientist gets a hold of a caterpillar that turns into a dream-eating moth. Not to mention a bird-man who lost his wings, a bug-headed woman who makes sculptures with spit, and the menagerie of broken appliances that can think as one being. This book is all of my dreams, good or bad, wrapped into a beautifully-written novel.
2)Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman
First of all, Neil Gaiman is my favorite author. Ever. He is super smart about mythology, particularly my favorite and specialty, Norse Mythology, and his writing is so good I can never put down his books. Second, I absolutely adore Terry Pratchett, and as you can tell I need my dose fiction after a year of assigned reading. With two amazing authors writing one book I just know it's going to be amazing, so why not read it?
I started reading this book earlier in the year, and still haven't finished it. At 710 pages, it's a long book, and it's also the strangest books I have ever read, and I have read quite a few off-beat books in my time. It's descriptive language and detail is entrancing, and I would recommend it to anyone who likes.. well.. I actually don't know. The basic plot (It's SUUPER complex) is that a scientist gets a hold of a caterpillar that turns into a dream-eating moth. Not to mention a bird-man who lost his wings, a bug-headed woman who makes sculptures with spit, and the menagerie of broken appliances that can think as one being. This book is all of my dreams, good or bad, wrapped into a beautifully-written novel.
2)Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman
First of all, Neil Gaiman is my favorite author. Ever. He is super smart about mythology, particularly my favorite and specialty, Norse Mythology, and his writing is so good I can never put down his books. Second, I absolutely adore Terry Pratchett, and as you can tell I need my dose fiction after a year of assigned reading. With two amazing authors writing one book I just know it's going to be amazing, so why not read it?
Thursday, May 6, 2010
My Whacked-Out Dreamfest
SO, once I had a dream. It was nutty, but there was definitely a sense of foreboding, so I'm going to give you the long version.
I was going to the Circus with my mother, and we thought it was perfectly natural that the giant circus was run by ugly, lumpy trolls, some of which were having a clothing sale because all the girl trolls didn't fit into their ice-skating uniforms anymore. After a night of fun I went back the next day with my friends Keely, Sam, and some other person I didn't know, and we went to see the exhibit of the giant man-eating giraffe (If any of you have read Un Lun Dun, you know what I mean), which had it's own mountain as part of the exhibit. When a giant giraffe's head slowly rose up from behind the mountain, me and my friends snuck around the back to get a better look, and we found out that the giraffe head was FAKE! The troll King and Queen were so outraged that we had found their secret that they were going to make Me and Sam the next King and Queen of troll, and if we didn't stop the magic spell by midnight, we would be fated to a life of lumpy, greenish faces. We ran to Lincoln Elementary while the troll queen chased us (She now looked surprisingly like Angelica Huston and had on orange monkey like Mrs.Coulter) up the stairs and into Angela's room, where Sam jumped behind a secret door and I leaped into the firepit that conveniently appeared in the middle of the floor. Keely and the other person grabbed some huge bags of white flour as Sam jumped back out of the trap door in a scuba-suit and Keely and the person dumped the flour on our heads. We could hear Angelica Huston-Troll Queen-Mrs.Coulter scream as the whole room started spinning and then all of the sudden I was back at the sight of the circus, but the tent and the trolls and the giraffe were nowhere to be found. Then I woke up. The End.
I was going to the Circus with my mother, and we thought it was perfectly natural that the giant circus was run by ugly, lumpy trolls, some of which were having a clothing sale because all the girl trolls didn't fit into their ice-skating uniforms anymore. After a night of fun I went back the next day with my friends Keely, Sam, and some other person I didn't know, and we went to see the exhibit of the giant man-eating giraffe (If any of you have read Un Lun Dun, you know what I mean), which had it's own mountain as part of the exhibit. When a giant giraffe's head slowly rose up from behind the mountain, me and my friends snuck around the back to get a better look, and we found out that the giraffe head was FAKE! The troll King and Queen were so outraged that we had found their secret that they were going to make Me and Sam the next King and Queen of troll, and if we didn't stop the magic spell by midnight, we would be fated to a life of lumpy, greenish faces. We ran to Lincoln Elementary while the troll queen chased us (She now looked surprisingly like Angelica Huston and had on orange monkey like Mrs.Coulter) up the stairs and into Angela's room, where Sam jumped behind a secret door and I leaped into the firepit that conveniently appeared in the middle of the floor. Keely and the other person grabbed some huge bags of white flour as Sam jumped back out of the trap door in a scuba-suit and Keely and the person dumped the flour on our heads. We could hear Angelica Huston-Troll Queen-Mrs.Coulter scream as the whole room started spinning and then all of the sudden I was back at the sight of the circus, but the tent and the trolls and the giraffe were nowhere to be found. Then I woke up. The End.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Arctic Monkeys = Culture Shock
Okay, so the Arctic Monkeys are one of the many bands that I love, and as soon as I read the assignment I was instantly reminded of a song by this band called 'I Bet That You Look Good On The Dance Floor', in which the lyrics briefly mention Romeo and Juliet. The lyrics, in the middle of the song, are thus:
"Oh, there ain't no love, no Montagues or Capulets
Just banging tunes and DJ sets
And dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtiness.
They use the names Montague and Capulet as a reference to intense, romantic love. I'm even going to attach a link to a video, to add to the awesomeness. <3
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c7dt1li5SyY&feature=related
"Oh, there ain't no love, no Montagues or Capulets
Just banging tunes and DJ sets
And dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtiness.
They use the names Montague and Capulet as a reference to intense, romantic love. I'm even going to attach a link to a video, to add to the awesomeness. <3
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c7dt1li5SyY&feature=related
Monday, April 12, 2010
And yet..
Jeez, seven months, Thats a long time. It seems like the time we have spent together has been incredibly short, but like I've known everyone for much longer than I really have. I'll be kind of sad not to see you all next year, I'll be going to the Tacoma School of the Arts. I hope to take a creative writing class there and expand my writing skillage. This last assignment/book, Great Expectations, was so boring that umm, uuh, yeah. I'm not even sure what to say about it. I feel like I should write something meaningful, but nothing is coming to mind. Heh. I wish I could have more time to get to know everyone, whether it be through English class or not. Let's make the best of these last months together, shall we? Lurv, Rheanna.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Question #2
Okay, so what I don't really understand is that if Pip knew all along, since he was seven or so, that Estella was raised to break his heart, why does he court her still? I understand that he's in love with her, but I think you might get a clue after, what, fifteen years?
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Question
Okay, so I know this was explained in class, but I still don't really get it. Where did the 'Avenger' come from? I really don't remember what chapter he is from or what page to cite, so bear with me.
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