Making the Best out of it

Making the Best out of it

1.       I really do not enjoy this assignment

2.       It is about to put me in confinement

3.       I’m getting worried I’ll run out of time

4.       But like a snap of a finger, I’m just fine

5.       My pencil paints on words with great ease

6.       Only with the hope Ms. A will be pleased

7.       The poor pencil slowly dies

8.       And with that, of course Annie Cries

9.       Because I still need three more rhetorical techniques

10.   From my mind my thoughts leak

11.   Why would Ms. A put me through so much misery

12.   It’s like she has so much control over us, wizardry!

13.   Although I have had many complaints

14.   I know I have Ms. A to thank

Line 2: is an example of diction, I used the word confinement to over exaggerate my feeling about this assignment.

Line 4: “like a snap of a finger” is a simile to show how quickly I could turn the assignment around despite my hatred for it.

Line 5: “My pencil paints” is imagery to show how smoothly the assignment went after I found something to write about.

Line 7: I used personification by saying “the pencil dies”

Line 7: using this personification is also symbolism for my struggle in the middle of my poem to finish

Line 12: “It’s like she has so much control over us, wizardry!” is use of inversion, to put wizardry last is a different order than we would normally speak.

Line 13-14: is irony because I thought this assignment was pointless, I wanted to hate on it in my poem, but in the end I still got something out of it like Ms. A wanted me to.

Falling Slowly

Falling Slowly

As I sit in my desk my eyes lids tend to slowly droop down to cover my big brown eyes. I don’t know if it is because I decided it would be a good idea to block a ball with my face in my soccer game this weekend or that I am suffering from a tremendous lack of sleep.

Although my eye had gotten a little puffy after the weekends game, the truth is I don’t get enough sleep. They say a person my age should be getting around eight or nine hours of sleep but I truly do not understand how that is possible.

Here’s how my day goes; my alarm goes off at 6:30 each morning after pressing the snooze button an unhealthy amount of times, I am finally out of bed by 6:55. After getting ready I am out of the door by 7:15 and on my way to school. I am at school from 7:25 to 2:45 each day. After this long laborious day of school I rush home in order to take a nap before my day really begins. I nap from three to five, and then hell begins. I have to finish my homework and eat before 8 when I go to late night practice. Practice is 20 min away two nights of the week and 35 min away the third night of practice. Although I love soccer very much, it is tough when I get home at 11 each night. Not to mention some nights I have to work so I don’t get my nap or homework time in so I am up even later. 

When joining the high school society they hound on you to be active in your school. I don’t think they really understand how hard it is to really be involved. Me personally, I’m not very involved and I still struggle to get the necessary hours of sleep. I don’t understand how the people who are actually involved in this school can literally survive.

It’s hard to stay involved and still stay healthy but overall I think it’s worth it. I think it’s worth the extra cat naps to tell your grandkids what a wonderful time you had in high school.

(380 words)

Choclaholic

Choclaholic

The thing that gets my through everything, no matter how I am feeling it can always make me feel better. It’s like it has magical powers and it controls my emotions at any time. What is this mystical thing? Well chocolate of course! There just isn’t anything better.

Do you ever feeling down and the dumps and find yourself sobbing to Adele? Need some positives in your life? Grab some chocolate! It doesn’t even matter what kind of chocolate it is, it can always make me feel better. You can’t tell me if someone offered you a nice Oreo ball you’d pass it up. You know secretly in your mind you are begging for someone to offer it to you while you are staring at it drooling. Chocolate is not only a healer but a controller. The best way to bribe a woman is with a chocolate reinforcement. I feel like chocolate is not only my weakness but a weakness to many woman.

With men knowing our weakness they definitely use it to their advantage. I mean, why do you think Valentine’s Day is one of the most popular days for chocolate sales. Because men know that if they give chocolate to woman they will get something in return… and we all know where that is heading.

I don’t even think woman realize that men use chocolate to control them and I don’t think some woman realize that chocolate has control over their life. I have come to realize that chocolate is my weakness and I’m okay with it. There is nothing I can really do about it; I have already been hooked for so long.

Chocolate has its negatives such as being controlled, weight gain, and chocolate breathe. But all those negatives are overpowered by the stimulating taste. Chocolate is a magical thing that you have to use carefully; you wouldn’t want it ending up in the wrong persons hands, it could get dangerous.

(330 words)

The Man Behind the Sale

They Man Behind the Sale

As my wonderful prom date and I went on the adventure of finding a tux for this special occasion. On this wild adventure we met who may be the most persuasive inspiring person I have ever met in my life and I am depressed I did not get the opportunity to learn his name.

As we sit and look through the millions of books of tuxes this wonderful sales man, we will just call him Melvin because that is what I wish his name is. Melvin is a very feminine looking man who has a proud personality. He was not afraid to state his opinion which is good for the job he has currently. As we socialize with Melvin and talk to him about what we are thinking for prom for things such as color, you can tell his wheels are beginning to turn.

My date (Mo) and I were with another couple Hanna and David, so first Melvin helps them. Hanna has a beautiful golden dress. Although it’s beautiful, it’s a little difficult to match with. David isn’t one who is to do the original black tux either so Melvin had a challenge on his hands. He came up with this brilliant idea to put David into a dark chocolate brown tux with a gold vest, bow tie, and pocket square and boy does that look sharp.

Melvin had already impressed us with the chocolate tux so we could only imagine what he had up his sleeve for matching my bright orange dress. At first we were just thinking of a charcoal grey tux with orange accents with the tie and vest. But then, as we were flipping through the pages we came across an all-orange tux. I stop Melvin from flipping the pages and jokingly tell Mo that’s what he should wear! And to my surprise Melvin looks at us again with this wheels turning and says “that’s not a bad idea.” He began to carry on with persuading us, “I went to prom my junior year, and let me tell you I was pretty proud of the girl I got for my date, but I don’t have those pictures today.” I think what Melvin was trying to say to us was it doesn’t matter if you look a little goofy, it’s more of the memory that matters. So for what seemed like hours Mo highly considered the all-orange tux and finally called his Mother for confirmation. Although Mo’s parents vetoed this idea, Melvin still had a lasting impression on me.

As the conversation grew, even though we had made our decisions Melvin had impressed me even more. He had begun to talk about relationship, I can’t even tell you how we got on this topic but I’m sure glad we did. His very psychological thought about how relationships really work was just mind blowing to me. I could literally apply everything he said into my life. Things like “girls, they never know what they want. You could ask them if they like you and all the say is; I don’t know I have to get to know you first. But I don’t want to get to know you first, I want to get to know you while we are trying things out. It doesn’t always have to go in order.” This to me was total genius, and got me to really rethink my past relationships. Why do us girls have to “get to know” a guy before we let them take us out to dinner. Why can’t we get to know them while we are out for dinner?

Plain in simple, girls are difficult I am a girl and I don’t even get girls. I just gave you a little taste of Melvin, but if you ever need fashion advice or relationship advice…. Be sure to visit Melvin!

(646 words)

A Promise

A Promise

As I sit in the audience my attention seems to perk up as I hear the bride begins her vows. She is promising her groom that she will follow his lead and go under his submission. My first reaction was to look at my sister to clarify that I hear the vows correctly. As a matter of fact I wasn’t mistaken.

I have many questions when it comes to these vows. Why on earth would any woman agree to be put under her man? That just doesn’t make sense to me. Knowing the bride, I was still in shock about these vows. I would never have expected her to choose something like this.

I believe that a marriage is a partnership, not a male dominant relationship. Like in the movie My Big Fat Greek Wedding the mother says “The man is the head (of the house), but the woman is the neck. And she can turn the head any way she wants.” This quote explains that women do have a say in the relationship as the head and neck work together. There is no reason why they should be controlled by the man. What makes a woman vow to submission under her husband? In this case it was the religion they both practiced, but to me it still doesn’t really make sense. Now days we are trying to get young ladies to know that they can be independent, strong, confident women without the help of a man. What kind of example is this couple setting for their future daughters? Or even their future sons? But I suppose their future children will be taught that submission is okay and it’s just a part of life. Their daughters will be taught to fall into their place, while their sons will learn to be dominant.

This religious based wedding also relates to what we have been talking about in class about how media is shaping woman today. A lot of the time you see avid religious people avoiding the media because of the “bad” things their kids could see on television. But do they realize that they are shaping their own kids by their religious practices. I’m not saying it is a bad thing to be religious but I think a lot of people don’t see both sides to the situation. This is an extreme comparison on both sides, but it does really happen. Kids grow up, and a lot of how they develop depends on their environment. Because of this, religion can have the same sort of affect as the media can. There is not a lot we can do to avoid shaping our children; they will get some sort of influence one way or another.

(460 words)

Take the Hit

Take the Hit

My whole life flashed before my eyes as a lay on the field screaming in pain. I didn’t know what had happened I just knew it wasn’t good. As I lay there aching in pain and hyperventilating with the overload of tears, I remember seeing four different faces over my head. The Muscatine trainer was holding my head and neck still, Coach Arp was repetitively telling me to breathe, Coach McKnight was saying god knows what in his Scottish accent, and Coach Hutch was looking at me with shock. I couldn’t tell anyone what happened I just knew I wasn’t going to be able to finish the game.

It seemed like hours that I had been lying on the field and now I finally understood what Coach McKnight was saying to me he kept asking me if it was okay to bring my parents onto the field. If you have ever watched a soccer game before, parents do not go on the field, so this was the scariest point for me. I replied no, I don’t want them here. And we argued for a couple minutes, he told me it was the right thing to do. As my mom and dad walk to add another face above my head, panic had set in.

I began to shake uncontrollable and the tears became unbelievable. It was like something else had taken over my body. I hear my teammates in the huddle only 10 feet away from me asking Coach Hutch if I was paralyzed so I quickly wiggle my toes, with a sign of relief my heart rate slows and I begin to control my breathing.

I had now calmed down, but I am still lying on the field freezing, shaking, and crying when the ambulance drove onto the field. This set in another round of anxiety and panic and I could feel my heart rate increase as the strapped me into a neck brace and onto the stretcher. This is all very blurry to me now in my memory. I ended up spending about two hours in the hospital that night and my stay consisted of blood pressure tests, urine tests, shots of morphine, and a CT scan. All my tests came back negative for anything serious such as broken bones or any off set disks which was a sign of relief. It came out that I pulled just about every muscle in my neck and got a minor concussion and will be sitting out for about a week. Although this isn’t ideal, it’s a lot better than it could be.

My unfortunate accident just reminds me how dangerous soccer can really be, but it doesn’t matter to me. I have had many people this week ask me if I’m now scared to go into tackles. But i'm not, I know that you can get hurt in soccer I have been hurt before it’s just part of the game. In competitive contact sports people are going to get hurt it just happens. I think it’s hard for some people to understand that some athletes are okay getting hurt. But it’s a price you have to be willing to pay in order to be a competitor. 

(540 words)

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