Scorpians=dreams

I keep having this reoccuring dream about Scorpions. In my dream it is an orange color. Like the desert on Starwars. I am on this trail. Everytime I am with someone different and we see tons of them coming after us. One even bit me in the hand. This dream scares me so much that I don't want to go back to sleep. In one of these dreams I remember Will smith being there and he saved me by letting me sit on this lounge chair with him and his kids while he read them a book. I think there is always a bench too. I remember sitting on the bench once before the scorpion came to "get us" and us being this little asian dude. The one who gets stuck underneath the car on Crash. The one Ludacris and his friend run over. I havent had one lately and hope I don't. SCARRY!

Oedipus Rex

Oedipus the King (Greek Oἰδίπoυς τύραννoς, ([Oedipus Tyrannus] (help·info)) or "Oedipus the Tyrant"), also known as Oedipus Rex, is a Greek tragedy, written by Sophocles and first performed circa 429 BC.[1] It was the second of Sophocles' three Theban plays to be produced, but it comes first in the internal chronology, followed by Oedipus at Colonus and then Antigone. Over the centuries, it has come to be regarded by many as the Greek tragedy par excellence.[2]

Wallace Stevens

Wallace Stevens (October 2, 1879 – August 2, 1955) was a major American Modernist poet. He was born in Reading, Pennsylvania, and spent most of his adult life working for an insurance company in Connecticut. His best-known poems include "Anecdote of the Jar," "The Emperor of Ice Cream," "The Idea of Order at Key West," "Sunday Morning ," and "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird."

Harold Bloom

Harold Bloom (born July 11, 1930) is a literary critic. Bloom defended 19th-century Romantic poets at a time when their reputations stood at a low ebb, has constructed controversial theories of poetic influence, and advocates an aesthetic approach to literature against Feminist, Marxist, New Historicist, Post-modernist (Deconstructionists and Semioticians), and other methods of academic literary criticism. Bloom is currently a Sterling Professor of the Humanities at Yale University.[1]

Oscar Wilde

Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde (16 October 1854 – 30 November 1900) was an Irish playwright, novelist, poet, and author of short stories. Known for his biting wit, he became one of the most successful playwrights of late Victorian London, and one of the greatest celebrities of his day. Several of his plays continue to be widely performed, especially The Importance of Being Earnest. As the result of a widely covered series of trials, Wilde suffered a dramatic downfall and was imprisoned for two years hard labour after being convicted of the offence of "gross indecency" with other men. After Wilde was released from prison he set sail for Dieppe by the night ferry. He never returned to Britain.

Finnegan's Wake

"Finnegan's Wake" is a ballad that arose in the 1850s in the music-hall tradition of comical Irish songs.

It is famous for being the basis of James Joyce's masterwork, Finnegans Wake, where the comic resurrection becomes symbolic of a universal cycle of life. Whiskey, which brought both Finnegan's fall and his resurrection, is derived from Irish uisce beatha (IPA: [ˈiʃkʲə ˈbʲahə]), meaning "water of life." So too, the word "wake" is both of a passing and of a new rising. Joyce removed the apostrophe in the title to assert an active process in which a multiplicity of "Finnegans," that is, all of us, wake, i.e., arise after falling.

It also featured as the climax of the primary storyline in Philip José Farmer's award-winning novella, Riders of the Purple Wage. The song is a staple of the Irish folk-music group, The Dubliners, who have played it on many occasions and included it on several albums.

Mae West

Mae West (August 17, 1893 – November 22, 1980) was an American actress, playwright, screenwriter, and sex symbol.

Famous for her bawdy double entendres, West made a name for herself in vaudeville and on the stage in New York before moving to Hollywood to become a comedian, actress and writer in the motion picture industry.

One of the most controversial stars of her day, West encountered many problems including censorship.

When her cinematic career ended, she continued to perform on stage, in Las Vegas, in the United Kingdom, on radio and television, and recorded Rock and Roll albums.

Don't you just hate that...

So I have this problem. It is call compulsive shopper syndrome (I don't know if that is real but that is what I call it). I have this tendency to buy things on impulse. Like this little books at Barnes and Noble next to the stands or hand sanitizer at Wal-Mart or candy. So I'm at Barnes and Noble one day and I come across this book called Don't you just Hate That? 738 Things that annoy by Scott Cohen and I buy it. Dang it got sucked in again. Or did I? I really enjoyed this book. You put it on the back of your toilet for guests to read. Well one my favor ties is 48. When you're paying for something at a store and they ask you what ZIP code you live in. That is one of my peeves. I'll make something up when they ask me or I'm like are you serious? I think this is one of my favorite lines in a book. I have more but they all have meaning to me.

Oedipus V. Earnest

The differences between the plays are that one is a tragedy and ones a comedy. Set in different time periods. One is about love and the other is about a strange love. Oedipus falls in love with his mother and has kids with her after he kills his father. He didn't know all this until the messenger told him about it. Earnest walks around pretending to be Earnest and John because he was orphaned also but to come to find out he was who he said he was all along. He was placed in a hand bag at Victoria station and found his way back to his family. These are two very different stories yet they both have one thing in common. They are both orphanes until they end when they find out who they are. Earnest goes on to marry Gwendolen and Oedipus gashes his eyes out and walks the world blind. Sick

Hera'n Corte's De Monroy Y Pizarro

Hernán Cortés de Monroy y Pizarro, 1st Marqués del Valle de Oaxaca (1485–December 2, 1547) was a Spanish conquistador who initiated the conquest of the Aztec Empire on behalf of Charles V, King of Castile and Holy Roman Emperor, in the early 16th century. Cortés was part of the generation of Spanish colonizers that began the first phase of the Spanish colonization of the Americas.[1]

TB Blues

My First Memory of Pain.

I didn't write about my memory of my first pain because I wasn't in class that day then everyone kept talking about it and now I'm getting around to it. Sorry.

So it was a warm day in Omak, WA on summer day. I know it was summer because my step dad was working on my moms car and I remember smelling BBQ fumes. So my mom told my brother and I to take out the garbage and we could think of a million reason not too. Then my Mom goes make a it a race. Get on your bikes (The garbage was a ways away) so we get on our bikes with big black bags. My brother had two and I had one. ON YOUR MARKS GETS SET GO!!!!!!!!!! So we are off my brother in the lead then out of no where here comes my Dog Katie, not poopy, right in front of my bike it's to late to stop! WHAM! Right into the side of her and I go flying off my bike over my handle bars and hit the ground with a thud. Garbage flying everywhere and Katie still trucking after my brother. Knocked the wind out of me. Holy Smokes. My aunt Michelle seen it, my mom had turned right before it happened and heard it and turned around and they both came running. I had blood running down my hands and my knees and tears running down my eyes. My sister who is about 4 comes over and gives me her favorite mickey mouse doll to make me happy again. I didn't take it. I just wanted my mom and for her to kiss it all better. EWE! Meanwhile my poor doggy is bitting my brothers ankles all the way to the garbage's! HE! So the story doesn't end there.
The next day I go to the swimming pool and my knee is killing me but I wanted to go to the pool so I didn't say anything. I swim for a bit then sit in the shallow end. I'm sitting there looking at my knee and go holy smokes I have a hard scab already and it hasn't even been 24hrs. Nut. So I'm picking at it and then all the sudden a rock comes out of my knee. I'm like what the h-e-double hockey sticks. So I go to the office and show them the hole in my knee and the rock and they put a band-aide on it and send me home. I was sad. It was sad. But that is the first memory of my pain. I still have the scar. Emotionally and physically.

Here is my Essay

Krystal F.
English 123
Essay

The Great Expectations of Matilda

Mister Pip is an amazing tale of a young lady Matilda. She lives on this island with her Mom, Her dad lives in Australia trying to make money to send to them, and meanwhile on this island in the Solomon Islands is at war. There are the Redskins and the Rebels. There are no white people left but Mr. Watts or “Pop eye”. He lives with his wife Grace who is black. Mr. Watts starts to teach because all the teachers are gone. When he is at the school house he introduces them to Mr. Dickens (Charles dickens to most) and Great Expectations. In this book they learn of Pip and his amazing story of becoming a gentleman. It is a story of fiction and that does not sit well with her mom who reads the Bible and thinks Mr. Dickens is the white devil. There is a lot of drama and sadness in this book. There is Gain and loss and what is good gain and what is good loss, living a life less ordinary as to leave a legacy, and being what people make us to be when we are gone.
"There are something’s you never expect to loose, things you think will forever be a part of you, even if it's only a toe nail." then him and Matilda go on about "losing" a big toe nail and she says nothing is lost because another one will grow back. He then says "Except that particular toenail. You could say that same about a house or ones country. No two are the same" (Jones, 2006, pg. 69). Mr. Watts wanted Matilda to know the value or meaning of losing someone or something and it not being able to replace the meaning of the original. When the Redskins came to find out who Pip was, Matilda had put Pips name in big letters with rocks on the beach. When no one could prove who Pip was, the book was missing from the school house when Mr. Dickens (Mr. Watts) told Matilda to get it. It was not there. The Redskins in a fit of anger gathered the villages’ belongings out of their houses and lit them on fire. Matilda lost her shoes that her dad gave her. Replacing them would not have brought the meaning of the first pair. They were small and hurt her feet but they still meant something coming from her dad. It was a material possession When the Redskins had left Matilda saw her fathers mat in the rafters of her house and there rolled up inside was the book. Great Expectations with Pip inside the binding. Matilda’s mom had stolen it because she considered fiction to be the white devils work. The Redskins come back to see if any one has found this Pip character, and that is just what he was a fictional character, and no one responded. Even though two people knew they could stop this madness and didn’t. So here are the Redskins wanting to know who Pip is and Matilda can’t speak up because she is afraid of her mom and does not want to get her mom in trouble. Her mom does not speak up because she does not want anyone to know the trouble she has caused. So they go into everyone’s houses, this one guy even pisses in someone’s house and sets them ablaze. They have now lost their houses. There is nothing like losing a house, or a pair of shoes that mean something or a life. Pip lost his life in that fire too.
"Curiosity killed the car" was Mr. Watts explanation, "If everything we did made sense the world would be a different place. Life would be less interesting" (Jones, 200, pg. 92). A life less ordinary is one worth living. Mr. Watts made life more interesting by going around in a red clown nose and a wagon with his wife in the back. He made his wife’s life a little less ordinary. It left a little mystery to Mr. and Mrs. Watts. How Matilda made Pip her friend, this imaginary character from a fictional book made it so Matilda’s life wasn’t so plan on this little island. Reading Great expectations made it so the children could escape into a world where there is not war. It made them want to come to class, and it made their lives a little more bearable and interesting. They made Mr. Watts into a legacy in their minds. They recounted the story when "Great Expectations" was lost in the house fires. It made them think. Made them use their imaginations. Life was a little more exciting. It is what you do with this life that is going to matter in the end. How you live it and how people remember you for doing it. When you leave this world how are they going to remember you?
“To sort of fall out of who you are into another, as well as to journey back to some essential sense of self. We only see what we see. I didn't know the Mr. Watts that June Watts knew. I only know that man who took us kids by the hand and taught us how to regime the world and our lives. Your ship could come in at anytime, and that ship could take many forms. Your Mr. Jaggers might even turn out to be a log” (Jones, 2006, pg. 244-245).
Grace never "snapping" out of Queen Sheba caused her to fall out of being a dental student to Queen Sheba. Her ship was Queen Sheba and the comfort that being her brought. Mr. Watts losing himself in his stories that he told about his life, along with Matilda and the rest of the village. Mr. Watts was Mr. Dickens to the Redskins because that is all he could think of at the time. He was also Pip to the Rebels. His ship was getting lost in the fiction. Matilda’s ship is when she was holding onto the log that she called Mr. Jaggers. The log saved her life just as Mr. Jaggers did in Pips life.
“Mr. Watts was more elusive as ever. He was whatever he needed to be, what we asked him to be. Perhaps there are lives like that- they pour into whenever space we have already made for them to fill. We needed a teacher, Mr. Watts became a teacher. We needed a magician to conjure up other words, and Mr. W had become that magician. We needed a savior, Mr. Watts filled that roll. When the redskins required a life, Mr. Watts had given himself” (Jones, 2006, pg. 245).
Mr. Watts pretending to be Pip when the Rebels were around. Telling the Rebels stories of when he lived in London and Grace his wife and of the Mayfly. All of this was to distract the Rebels from raping and murdering while occupying their village. Mr. Dickens was needed when the Redskins were around and he took the roll to protect everyone else from them. Matilda’s Mom had been her savior. She would sleep in front of the door when the Rebels were in town. Matilda’s Mom also saved her from a horrible rapping and beating from the Redskins. Her Mom sacrificed her life but left a legacy of being a wonderful Mom. She has been poured into that position. Matilda being whatever someone needed her to be. She had to be a strong little girl when it came to her mother. Someone who reads the Bible and listens to whatever she says and does not believe in the fiction Mr. Watts was reading to them. Mr. Watts being a teacher when the kids needed one and reading to them about Pip. Being the life that was required when the Redskinds went looking for one. . Mr. Watts needed Matilda to be a leader. She was the messenger, the interpreter, and the mediator for all situations. In the end Matilda was what she wanted to be. Free.
Although Matilda has been through a lot in losing her shoes, her Mom, MR. Watts it seems that she understand gains and loss. She has understood the legacy that her Mother and Mr. Watts had left behind, and what people make us out to be As in Grace, her mom and Mr. Dickens, Her and her Mom. There is so much heartache and Matilda overcomes it. She had great expectations of herself and it worked.

Work Cited: Lloyd Jones, Dial The Press, Published 2006. Pg 256.

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The Expectations of Matilda

I am not going to be in class today so I will put what I'm going to write about on here.
I will be writing about losing things. Like when their belongins were burned, when Matilda ran to the school house to find "Great Expectations" and it was missing and how that effected the hole village, When there houses got burned and rebuilding them, losing Mr. Watts and remembering him. Her mother and how she feels about it and her Island. I am going from the quote on page 69 "There are somethings you never expect to loose, things you think will forever be a part of you, even if it's only a toe nail." then him and matilda go on about "losing" a big toe nail and she says nothing is lost because another one will grow back. he then says "Except that particular toenail.YOu could say that same about a house or ones country. No two are the same. you gain as you lose and vise versa."
Pg. 92 "Curiosity killed the car" was Mr. Watts explanation, "If everything we did made sense the world would be a different place. Life would be less interesting."
A life less ordinary is one worth living. He made his life more interesting when he told the stories by the campfire. How Matilda made Pip her friend, it made her life more interesting. Reading Great expectations made the children's lives more interesting and made them want to go to school to hear what was going to happen next. They recounted the story when "Great Expectations" was lost. That made them think and have something to look forward to when the book was lost.
Pg. 244-245 To sort of fall our of who you are into another as well as to journey back to some essential sense of self. We only see what we see. I didn't know the Mr. Watts that June Watts knew. I only know that man who took us kids by the hand and taught us how to regime the world and our lives. Your ship could come in at anytime, and that ship could take many forms. your Mr. Jaggers might even turn out to be a log. Grace going insane and never "snapping" our of Queen Sheaba. Mr. Watts getting lost in his stories along with Matilda and the rest of the village. Mr. Watts becoming Mr. Dickens to the Redskins and Pip to the rebells. The next paragraph tells us that He was whatever he needed to be, what we asked him to be. Perhaps there are lives like that- They pour into whaever space we have already made for them to fill. We needed a teacher, Mr. Watts became a teacher. We needed a magician to conjure up other words, and Mr. W had became that magician. We needed a savior, Mr. W filled that roll. When the redskins required a life, Mr. W had given himself.

Sonnet

Kayven’s Sonnet!
By: your mommy

I love you! Let me count the ways on your
Toes! You are Mom’s hunky monkey always!
I love making you giggle everyday all day yeah!
I can hear you coming down the hallway.

You are 18 pounds and twenty eight inches long!
Turkey and potatoes are all over you!
“You are my sunshine” is our happy song!
Please don’t kick off your green monkey shoes! Ha!

Cooing and cawing makes me want to play.
This old man he played nick-knack once again.
Your eyes are beautiful like a blue-jay!
Someday we will go to beautiful Spain!

I love you Bubbies always and forever!
I can’t wait to see you grow up to a wonderful man!

Love you always,
Your mommy!



This was my favorite assignment so far!

Randy Pausch's Last Lecture!

I know it is long but it is so worth watching. Please do!

Randy Pausch

Today I was in class and heard Mr. Sexson saying something about a deck of cards and being delt. Well the quote is in my quote section but I will put it here too. "We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand." Randy Pausch.
I think everyone has someone who influences them in some way to change their lifes. Well I have two people. My son and Randy. My son taught me that I had to change my life and Randy and his last lecture taught me how.
First I am going to tell you about Rany Paush, he is a professor of Computer Science, Human Computer Interaction, and Design at Carnegie Mellon University. He use to live in Virginia with his wife and 3 children.
I first was "introduced" to Randy on ABC with Diane Sawyer. She was convincing people to go out and buy the last lecture. It was a good show on him. It explained Pancreatic cancer and the odds of serviving it and so on. I was moved and thought I have to hear this lecture so I went on Barnes and Noble (I am a memeber) and bought both the cds of "The Last Lecture" and the book. I listened to the book in one day and read the book in two days.
His Last Lecture was about "What would we want as our legacy?" My Poem. A Postcard from a Volcano. Our legacy as a person. What is my child going to know about me? And how did I live on this planet?
Acheive your child hood dreams! Even though he was dying his lecture wasnt about that. He was actually doing push ups saying he was more fit them most in the room. And he was. Amazing! It was about "Really acheiving your childhood dreams"! It was about overcoming obstacles, enabling the dreams of others and seizing every moment. It was about living.
I remember him telling us he took a subaticle in Disney land. HELLO! How much fun would that be to work in Disney Land? He says it's okay to deligate. Stand up when you talk to people on the phone and pase so you arent on the phone long. Don't lie! Tell the truth. Don't be to cocky! Let your kids paint their walls! Don't sweat the petty things, pet the sweatty things. Do want you want to do. READ THIS BOOK PLEASE!!!!
Thank you for taking time to read this blurb about him. He has changed my life and I hope he can yours. Also if you want to know more go to his web site.
TheLastLecture.com.

My Found Poem

The first Amendment:
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceable to assemble, and to petition the goverment for a redress of grievances.

1st Amendment (underlined)
Freedom of press, FREEDOM!
Freedom of religion, FREEDOM!
Freedom to assemble, FREEDOM!
Congress? Abridging? FREEDOM!?
Fress exercise to?
Freedom... Free...
Freedom to able to free.

The ode to hail!

Ode to Hail (underlined)

You fall out of the sky so fast
Hitting the ground so hard
Jumping up like little ferries
In the green sea
SPLAT oops you hit the deck.
How fast you melt in the heat of the day.
I can't wait to see you dance again Hail.
Ouch look at that dent you made
That hurts my head when you hit it.
Ouch. I love you hail!

Explaining Dane Cook

The reason I thin Dane Cook is relevant to this class is that he is a story teller. And some of his acts could be considered Poems. I know he wrote a couple of songs, like B double e r beer run. That is poetic! So that is why I think it is okay to have his videos on here.

Relationships

This sounds like a typical relationship with a spin! Haha he is so handsome!

Hit by a Vehicle

This is my favorite! I actually have a crush on Dane Cook and can't wait to see him someday in real life!

Dane Cook Koolaide!

You Tube

How do I post youtubes on here? Can someone help me?

This is My Life

So today I watched a move called "This is My Life". It is about this comedian trying to make it big with two daughters. It kinda reminded me of this class. One of the daughters Erin says that "she is an artists and artiest use there life as material". There is a lot of struggle and so forth. Then after the show I was flipping through the channels and came across a movie with the red head from "Hary Potter" and this old lady was reading Sonnet 72 by Shakespear. Anyways I thought it was neat and really enjoyed them today.
Also I have a question. Are our found poems suppose to be sonnets? I have a poem but it's not a sonnet. So if someone could let me know ASAP that would be awesome. Thank you!

About Love

Love
We can't touch it, count it, bottle it, or even see it but who among us would argue that love isn't real?
Love
It makes sane people do and say crazy thing. It prompts snobby, selfish people to do noble things. It turns boring people into exciting unpredictable creatures. What else on earth has that kind of power?
Love
It can hurt like nothing else in the world. And yet, paradoxically, not loving is much more painful.
Love
The most talked-about and sung-about and thought-about theme in all the world. And also the most misunderstood.
Love
It's not everything you think it is. It's more... much, much, more.
-I don't know who wrote it but I found it in my Student's life application Bible. And WOW!

A Postcard From a Volcano!

So... How awkward was it in class when I started to cry? Oh wow. Sorry for that! This is a difficult poem. I think about it now and I get tirey eyed. Well when last weekend when I was first reading this poem I was "lazy" about it. I took the easy way out and said it was about the seasons and changing. Like the house is changing, and everything leads to death and blah blah blah. Well I was COMPLETELY wrong!
I heard that one of my family members was given three months to live about two hours before class in a TEXT message. A FREAKING text message. You don't have the balls to call me and tell me? So I was agree and upset and how could this happen? What is going on? Confusion? Frustration? So I decided to get it out of my head and focus on school.
I re-read the poem and was going to practice my speech again and it hit me. He was really talking about death. How it is near for the old man and the mansion but not the kids. The kids don't know. Wow! Put yourself in the shoes of the person who has recently lost someone or about to lose someone and read this poem. You change your idea about it. Also a couple of things I have learned from this. You read poems different when you are going through different things in your life. Also Mr. Sexson told me after class on Monday that poems help you heal. Powerful words.
So back to the poem. A Postcard From the Volcano is not in the poem but it has value. Remember Volcano's are HUGE. A Postcard can be a metaphor for life and therefor you have to make it HUGE!
Children picking up our bones
Will never know that they were once
As quick as foxes on a hill;
- Children will not know that "we" were once great.

And that in the Autumn, when the grapes
Made sharp air sharper by their smell
These had a being, breathing frost;
-Even the grapes are alive. They are getting older, with the Autumn. Near the end of their life.

And lease will guess that with our bones
We left much more, left what still is
The look of things, left what we felt
-This is my favorite stanza. We leave EVERYTHING behind. Family members, our thoughts, our books with little notes on the sides of them. Nothing follows us. Beautiful. Or is it beautiful?

At what we saw. The spring clouds blow
Above the shuttered mansion-house.
Beyond our gate and the windy sky
-The house is old. The new clouds that hover this old house will never know. like the first line. Spring meaning new like children.

Cried out a literate despair.
We knew for long the mansion's look
"And what we said of it became."
-We as adults know we are going to die. Crying out for it to end already. We knew that the house was going to get old. We learn that we are going to get old and die. Death is inevitable.

"A part of what it is... Children."
Still weaving budded aureoles,
Will speak our speech and never know.
-Children, this everlasting "innocence". The quoted parts are really important to this poem as will be the last line. What we say of something it will become that forever. Children will be a part of what it is.

Will say of the mansion that it seems
As if he that lived there left behind
A spirit storming in the blank walls,
- This old man who is in the autumn of his life is yelling at these walls. He is mad that he knows his life is ending and is sad. Maybe he wanted something more from this life? He is an artist. I'll explain why at the end of the poem.

A dirty house in a gutted world,
A tatter of shadows peaked to white,
"Smeared with the gold of the opulent sun."
- Opulent means richly, wealthy, or affluent. This rich sun, beautiful, bright sun. A dirty house in a guttered world. A tatter of shadows are dark and gloomy like death. BUT wait, they are peaked to white. "Smeared with the gold of the opulent sun" they are all bright and beautiful.
I think the moral of this poem and what Stevens is trying to tell you is that stop living for death and live for life... like children! Beautiful. Amazing. Leave a legacy. Become an artist so that you can leave something behind. The man was an artist wondering if he was going to leave enough behind so that will people will remember him as good wonderful "gold like the opulent sun".
I am very happy that I received this poem and will take it with me for the rest of my life. I will teach it to my son! Thank you Mr. Sexson for a wonderful assignment.

My Poems

So I've got the poem no one wants to comment on and if they did I can't find it. Can anyone help me in finding a site that has any comments on my poem? It is "A postcard from a Volcano".
Also I will take a tutor in helping me write my Sonnet. I know it's suppose to be 14 line and in iambic pentameter, but that is about it. I know what I want to say but putting it so it rhymes and has a beat is foreign to me. Thanks!

Hey Diddle Diddle

Mr. Sexson was talking about South Park and the Simpsons today in class and comparing them to stories that we are reading. Well I know that Family guy does the same thing. There are episodes that talk about great authors and great stories and put a twist on them. Just putting that out there. Plus I love them!
In the notes on Monday I read about the coincidences and "What are the chances of that" well 1 in 3. I have a story about that. I was about 12 and living in Washington and decided to move to Montana. Well in Washington I had this computer teacher. She was amazing. Her name was Mrs. Stidman. She even did patrol for us. We directed traffic for two weeks out of the year and then got to go to the chaland waterslides. Fun!
So I move to Glasgow and I'm in Choir. Well the schedule there is different. We have 8 classes on Monday, Thursday, and Friday then on Tuesdays we would have "Block classes", 1st class, 2nd class, lunch, 5th class, 6th class then leave. Wednesday would be the rest of the classes. Well My choir teacher Mrs. Stidman, didn't connect the two because it is a common name, well there was a funny on the bulliten board about block classes and she asked me if that is how I felt and I said no I was use to it because all my classes in Omak were like that.
She went "WHAT"? My brother lives there and his wife is a teacher there do you know her. YEAH she was my computer teacher. Freakin small world! What are the chances? Well now I know 1 in 3.

Great Expectations

WOW! What a book. I kinda got lost in the language but I am pretty sure I understood the book. I felt for Pip. There were times when I was angree with Pip. Like when Pip finds out he is going to London to study to be a gentlemen and he acts like everyone is beneath him. GRRR. Or when Joe visits Pip in London and is rude to Joe.
I am glad that Pip finally learns it doesnt matter what your background is. Love is the most important in life. I am happy that he ends up with Estella. Or does he? There are two endings to this story. The first one is where Estella marries a doctor and Pip is in London with Joe and and Biddy's son and sees Estella and they shake hands and don't say much but hi. That is heart breaking. This ending where they are in the garden and walk off into the sunset holding hands is much better!
When I was reading this book I kept thinking about Karma. And the way it came around to everyone. Pip, Estella, Herbert, Miss. H., Magwitch, and so on. It's a good life lesson. What comes around goes around. I did enjoy this book.
Go out and read Great Expectations!

7/2/2008 The next chapter

I am going to be honest, I thought this class was going to be a drag and I was going to probably sleep through it. WONDERFUL! I was so wrong. I'm actually sad that I'm going to miss Monday because I really want to see what happens next. It is just like a good book you can't put down!

So in Ex Librus when he read to us about the little boy eating the "Good Night Moon" Book I thought of my son. When I read to him at night he likes to pull the book to his mouth and chew. So I was at Costco one day and found a book of Dino's with textured pieces that you can pull out and they can chew on while you read to them. It was a wonderful invention and now he can eat books!

I am captivated by Ex Libras. Wow! I have always been known as a rebel so I've read all the chapters. I'm actually relating to her.

I don't know what I think about Great Expectations yet. Just finished it about an hour ago, while I was sitting on the beach periodically glancing up and seeing the tubers go by wishing I was one but NO i had to finish this book! It hasn't really sunk in. I will blog about this later... but it's still sunny out and I want to take advantage of it.

See you guys later!

My book that captivates me!

I actually don't have one book that captivates me I have a entire series that when I read them I couldn't put them down. It was the Harry Potter series. I always felt like I was in Hogwarts school of Magic hoping that I would get into Gryfendor and not slytheryn. I wish I could play Quidditch. I would bee the seeker like Harry or the bludgeon like the Weasley twins.
Wow. I read the last three books in two days because I couldn't put them down. It was hard to go to sleep because of the way the books would engulf me. I love them and can't wait to some day read them to my children!