Finally

I characterized myself not as a reader; I rarely read books because I always had to read books the school assigned. I wasn’t very independent I didn’t even read many of the books that were assigned in school spark notes just became my best friend. Since I didn’t read very much I don’t have an answer for what kinds of things I wear. During the course of the semester I read big into horror stories such as, IT and The Shining. I also read The Colorado Kid But that book was a real let down. I didn’t have much trouble sticking with books except for IT which I am reading right now, I find it hard for me to stick with a book that tells a lot of back story before getting into the creepy parts. I choose my books by how creepy the cover was and how creepy it sounded. Sometimes I did have trouble reaching the quota just because I never disciplined myself to just sit down and read for 20 min every night. I found myself reading during school in class after I have finished my work in the other classes. I also found myself reading a lot right when I go to bed. I personally like to read in silence, if I listened to music I feel like I would focus too much on the music that is playing. I did find myself talking about my books to other people just because they were interesting stories.

 Overall this blogging experience has been fun I liked being able to choose my own book to write about and having my own freedom with the blog

Currently

Pages Read 319-510


Books Read : IT

While reading this book I have noticed that in the movie there is less content than there is in the book. Reading the book gives all of this background information about each character which is cool but after reading alot about the character I hope to read about an encounter with the clown and how creepy he is. My favorite parts when reading the book are when Pennywise the clown comes in and some paranormal mishap happens to one of the adults. Like when Beverly was in her bathroom and she heard a voice come from the sink drain then next thing you know her bathroom becomes covered in blood, but her father can see none of it! Overall getting to the creepy parts are my favorite when reading a Stephen King book.


Sentances of the two weeks

1) Its face was deadly pale, its eyes purplish-red, the color of bloodclots. Its mouth dropped open, revealing a mouthful of Gillette Blue-Blades that had been set in the gums at angles; it was like looking into a deadly mirror-maze where a single misstep could get you cut in half.

2) "KEEE-RUNCH!" it screamed, and its jaws snapped closed. Blood gouted from its mouth in a red-black flood. Chunks of its severed lips fell to the glowing white silk of its formal shirt and slid down its front, leaving snail-trails of blood behind.

3) "Come on up, Ben," Pennywise called down. "I won't hurt you. I've got a book for you! A book . . .and a balloon! Come on up !"

Scholarships

So today I emailed the graphic design teacher at Saint Francis(which is what I want to study in college) about the winners for a talent day competition. I had asked him about the winners on October 25 and I didn't hear anything untill I talked to him today. But today he told me that I had won a scholar ship for the school!!! This will be the second scholarship I have earned to the school of Saint Francis! I am so excited tostart next fall at the School of Creative Arts I can't wait!!

Close Reading Bingo

Weakness 1: His strange admiration is expressed with metaphors like "the free-standing kind: a pair of integral signs swooping upward" and "a temporary, steeper escalator of daylight"
Source: My Everyday Sticky Waffle

Weakness 3:He describes the boy’s feelings towards his parents with a negative, abusive and defiant diction.
Source: UNDERWATER

Weakness 2:  "Turned toward the escalators, carrying a black Penguin paperback and a small white CVS bag, its receipt stapled over the top," describes the harsh clattering of the setting.Source: T-Rex

Weakness 6:  It was also literal in denotation, as while reading it. Throughout the excerpt Barker used excellent verbs and description to explain all of the sentences.
Source: Lets's Start!




#1 Best Close Reading (in my eyes) was by A Scrap of Parchment

Looooooooooooong Poem but still a classic

The Raven

 By Edgar Allan Poe
 Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
  Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
   As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
  "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
                Only this, and nothing more."

    Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
  And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
    Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
    From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
  For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
                Nameless here for evermore.

    And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
  Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
    So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
    "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
  Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
                This it is, and nothing more."

    Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
  "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
    But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
    And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
  That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
                Darkness there, and nothing more.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering,
        fearing,
  Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
    But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
    And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
  This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
                Merely this, and nothing more.

    Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
   Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
    "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
    Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
  Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
                'Tis the wind and nothing more."

    Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and
        flutter,
  In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed
        he;
    But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
  Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
                Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

   Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
  By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
   "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no
        craven,
   Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
  Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

    Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
  Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
    For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
    Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
  Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
                With such name as "Nevermore."

    But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
  That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
    Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
    Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown
        before-
  On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
                Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

     Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
  "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
     Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
     Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
  Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
                Of 'Never- nevermore'."

    But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
  Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and
        door;
    Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
    Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
  What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
                Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

    This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
  To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
    This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
    On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
  But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
                She shall press, ah, nevermore!

    Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
  Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
    "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he
        hath sent thee
    Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
  Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

    "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or
        devil!-
  Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
    Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
    On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
  Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

    "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or
        devil!
  By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
    Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
    It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
  Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

    "Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked,
        upstarting-
  "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
    Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
    Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
  Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my
        door!"
               Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

    And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
  On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
    And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
    And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the
        floor;
  And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
                Shall be lifted- nevermore!

Currently

Pages Read : 219-319

Books Read : IT  By Stephen King


Top Five Best Style Mappers (in first period)


1) J-Momma-" Keep it, Guard it, care of it, for it keeps men, guards men, cares for men. Destroy it and man is destroyed."  He wants people to take care of the land we live on because it takes care of us and without it we are nothing.


2) Bakeface Space- The elevation is low. It seems like this is taking place in the south which is known for their slang and terse language. The sound of the story is harsh. The words are noisy and hard sounding. Lastly, the story is denotative. It has no expressive voice in it and just says it how it is.


3) Happy Go Lucky- The excerpt has a rhythmic flow which is emphasized through various sentences. The sentence "Days of riding where ther rode no soul save he," is poetic in a sense that people everyday do not talk like that.


4) ZENGERINEgoesacademic- In contrast, Cormac McCarthy's figurative-language-heavy introduction to Blood Meridian balances both an earthy grittiness and an elevated vocabulary as McCarthy describes the surroundings. By far the simplest of all, Walker Lamond's Rules for My Unborn Son has a no-nonsense and almost journalistic approach to writing.

5) Twilight- In this passage from Cormac McCarthy's "Blood Meridian," he uses common familiarity and suggestive language mixed with a harmonious and sweet sound.
                    
Favorites: I choose these excerpts because the each person did a good job of describing the situation,or their ideas about the writings.

Rainy Days Are Here Again

Once again another week of rain. Can it just please stop raining I want to get as much skating in as I can before the ice age comes.Well at least today I got to skate a parking garage with the homies! Hopefully it will dry up by Saturday because I wanna skate the park so bad. You really never notice how grateful you are for something when you are unable to use it. Good thing I have become better friends with some of the Rise skates op guys because now I got the hook ups to go to some people's barns that have minis in them. I seriously can't wait! Well I'm blogging a little late I need to get to bed night blogger.