1. Its a bog body getting discovered by a peat farmer.
2. She describes the way the bog is digesting here as the roots dig out her eyes. She is described by her own words.
3. I think she is speaking to whom ever will listen.
4. She is sad or mad because she is in a bog and someone put her there.
5. She is speaking to let us all know that she is there in the bog waiting for it all to end.
6. Decades of preservation and loneliness in a peak bog.
7. Being a victim of a crime that went unpunished.
8. Its important because she is likely upset and wanted something more for herself in death other than eternal damnation in a peat bog.
9. that it sucks to be in a bog with roots pulling out your eyes and organic acids preserving you for ever.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Antaeus
1. I think the speaker is Haiti lord of the dead
2.The speaker seems to be taunting someone so he seems to be a protagonist. He talks about how you cant wean what he will do and that you must wrestle him to get it.
3. I'm sure that he is talking to Antaeus because his name is the title but he isn't the speaker.
4. The speaker seems confident and sure of himself which arnt really emotions but the speaker is a god so emotions don't seem to play a vital role in the things a god does.
5. It may be that it isn't Haiti speaking but death itself which is a servant to Haiti, and is speaking to intimidate.
6. Trying to avoid death and capture fame but they might actually be closely related. Death and fame that is.
7. The wanting of fame like heroes of old but being unwilling to pay the price.
8. The setting is important to the speaker because he is descibing the inevitable.
9. That fame, heroism, and death come in a box and are only good when eaten together.
2.The speaker seems to be taunting someone so he seems to be a protagonist. He talks about how you cant wean what he will do and that you must wrestle him to get it.
3. I'm sure that he is talking to Antaeus because his name is the title but he isn't the speaker.
4. The speaker seems confident and sure of himself which arnt really emotions but the speaker is a god so emotions don't seem to play a vital role in the things a god does.
5. It may be that it isn't Haiti speaking but death itself which is a servant to Haiti, and is speaking to intimidate.
6. Trying to avoid death and capture fame but they might actually be closely related. Death and fame that is.
7. The wanting of fame like heroes of old but being unwilling to pay the price.
8. The setting is important to the speaker because he is descibing the inevitable.
9. That fame, heroism, and death come in a box and are only good when eaten together.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Monday, December 3, 2007
Education
Will Tunis
Persuasive essay
Advanced Composition
November 15 2007
Institutionalized Education
I believe that the institutionalization of education is destroying the minds of our youth because it encourages competition, classification of people as smart or dumb, and is taking away our self reliance and self realization. Day after day we sit in a room with our peers and we are pitted against one another for who can get the better 100% that seemingly implies who will be dominant or subordinate in the future. Also this grade or quality you strive to obtain seems to infer the quality of your mind, so when it isn’t achieved one might feel stupid or inferior to another which causes feelings of resentment and segregation.
When I say institutionalized I mean we sit in rooms that are close to identical plus or minus a few minor details, and try to learn different things in a very similar fashion. This is a foolish approach. I say foolish because some things are very different and should be treated so. Take history and science for example. To sit and read and write notes that are essentially facts, which is what science is and then to teach history in the same manner is absurd. History is a story that represents morals that we as a culture need to prosper and grow to avoid mistakes we have already made in the past. So when history is viewed from a factual view the moral is lost and there-for the importance.
So many Children think they are stupid because they are classified according to someone else’s standards. This is foolish because different people learn in different ways and institutionalizing forces everyone to learn in the same way. People need to learn things differently. For example some people learn when there are visual aids others from books. Now I fully understand that there are not and probably never will be enough teachers to teach everyone in there own personal way. But this leads me to my next point.
People are capable of learning on there own. People have been doing and finding out what to do in life on their own for thousands of years. Only recently have we started institutionalizing everything. This boring repetitive notion that you need someone to hold your hand throughout every activity you do is a modern day myth. Think about it we sit in rooms all day long with supervision and even have to ask to leave. Can I go to the bathroom? Can I get a drink of water? Can I? Can? Can I? Well you can regardless of what they tell you but they will try to make you feel out of the norm if you do. When In reality excreting wastes, eating, and drinking are about the most normal thing one can do. And then after you dehydrate yourself while holding in a crap all day long they have the nerve to give you home work. Which seemingly implies that whatever you had planner to do wasn’t good enough and then they check the next day so they can monitor what you did while you should have had time to yourself.
The point of my message is not to hurt you teachers out there. But that you yourselves are already institutionalized and should step back and take a good look at what is really going on. So I say to everyone, the time for action is at hand. We need less people thinking the same about different things and more people thinking differently about the same things so we can stop making mistakes over the same issues that we have been getting wrong throughout the course of history.
Persuasive essay
Advanced Composition
November 15 2007
Institutionalized Education
I believe that the institutionalization of education is destroying the minds of our youth because it encourages competition, classification of people as smart or dumb, and is taking away our self reliance and self realization. Day after day we sit in a room with our peers and we are pitted against one another for who can get the better 100% that seemingly implies who will be dominant or subordinate in the future. Also this grade or quality you strive to obtain seems to infer the quality of your mind, so when it isn’t achieved one might feel stupid or inferior to another which causes feelings of resentment and segregation.
When I say institutionalized I mean we sit in rooms that are close to identical plus or minus a few minor details, and try to learn different things in a very similar fashion. This is a foolish approach. I say foolish because some things are very different and should be treated so. Take history and science for example. To sit and read and write notes that are essentially facts, which is what science is and then to teach history in the same manner is absurd. History is a story that represents morals that we as a culture need to prosper and grow to avoid mistakes we have already made in the past. So when history is viewed from a factual view the moral is lost and there-for the importance.
So many Children think they are stupid because they are classified according to someone else’s standards. This is foolish because different people learn in different ways and institutionalizing forces everyone to learn in the same way. People need to learn things differently. For example some people learn when there are visual aids others from books. Now I fully understand that there are not and probably never will be enough teachers to teach everyone in there own personal way. But this leads me to my next point.
People are capable of learning on there own. People have been doing and finding out what to do in life on their own for thousands of years. Only recently have we started institutionalizing everything. This boring repetitive notion that you need someone to hold your hand throughout every activity you do is a modern day myth. Think about it we sit in rooms all day long with supervision and even have to ask to leave. Can I go to the bathroom? Can I get a drink of water? Can I? Can? Can I? Well you can regardless of what they tell you but they will try to make you feel out of the norm if you do. When In reality excreting wastes, eating, and drinking are about the most normal thing one can do. And then after you dehydrate yourself while holding in a crap all day long they have the nerve to give you home work. Which seemingly implies that whatever you had planner to do wasn’t good enough and then they check the next day so they can monitor what you did while you should have had time to yourself.
The point of my message is not to hurt you teachers out there. But that you yourselves are already institutionalized and should step back and take a good look at what is really going on. So I say to everyone, the time for action is at hand. We need less people thinking the same about different things and more people thinking differently about the same things so we can stop making mistakes over the same issues that we have been getting wrong throughout the course of history.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Advanced Composition
Will Tunis
Short Story
12 November 2007
A Road Better off Not Walked
At the crest of the mountain the sun lounged giving off its last rays of intense heat. After too many miles of winding desert valleys, a middle aged man looked for a place to lie his exhausted body down for the night. The man thought to himself, I better get a fire going. One more night out here in the cold and I’ll be done for. Maybe I’ll catch one of those pack rats that seem to be the only thing living in this. He set about finding some dry brush to get his fire started when he noticed something moving off in the distance. My rat. But it wasn’t a rat, it was a rabbit. He eagerly pulled his gun from its holster and took to aim. Suddenly the words of his father strangled the thought of food as his mouth watered. If you follow a rabbit to its home there will almost always be water. They like the soft earth on the bank of rivers it makes for easy digging. It was almost too late but he managed to put his gun away. The rabbit scampered off towards the far away, hills and the man followed. Well it isn’t a river, but it sure looks better than not.
Will Tunis
Short Story
12 November 2007
A Road Better off Not Walked
At the crest of the mountain the sun lounged giving off its last rays of intense heat. After too many miles of winding desert valleys, a middle aged man looked for a place to lie his exhausted body down for the night. The man thought to himself, I better get a fire going. One more night out here in the cold and I’ll be done for. Maybe I’ll catch one of those pack rats that seem to be the only thing living in this. He set about finding some dry brush to get his fire started when he noticed something moving off in the distance. My rat. But it wasn’t a rat, it was a rabbit. He eagerly pulled his gun from its holster and took to aim. Suddenly the words of his father strangled the thought of food as his mouth watered. If you follow a rabbit to its home there will almost always be water. They like the soft earth on the bank of rivers it makes for easy digging. It was almost too late but he managed to put his gun away. The rabbit scampered off towards the far away, hills and the man followed. Well it isn’t a river, but it sure looks better than not.
After three attempts at a fire and a hand up a rabbit’s ass, the man started a stew. Usually he would have roasted his food but with a steady stream of water he decided to spice up his meal with some roots he found growing near the rabbit’s hole. In the distance, over the sound of the babbling brook, a rock tumbled down a hill. Well, its not the soldier out there. They wouldn’t get that careless if they were this close to catching me. With a better-safe-than-sorry mind set, the man took out his pistol and pulled the hammer into place. After ten minutes or so his mind began to wander and he discarded any notion of threat. He then began playing his old ragged guitar which in truth sounded better now than when it was new. He wondered to himself if it was the guitar or the man who had improved over all these years.
Suddenly, as if she had always been there a woman dressed in a black velvet dress with her hair all done up in style said “That’s a nice tune where might one play in such a fashion in a world such as ours.” Not anything special but I suppose it gets the job done to kill the lonely silence; he replied. Mind if I share your fire asked the woman. If you don’t mind telling me what your doing in this dessert all dressed up and alone with that pretty face all contorted and sad; he replied. So the woman sat and began her long narrative of what she had been about.
Great story! But it still don’t tell me a damn about how you got here now.
I told you she said, “I was out on the town and had one too many to drink When I came to I was out here alone, and that’s that.
Well I suppose it matters not past the fact I have an audience and someone to share this food with. So they shared some words and retired to their little private concert in the dust and sand.
When morning came the young woman was gone. Gone with his gun. Gone with his guitar and gone with the worst thing of all his name. His name was Jim Ash, and Jim Ash was a wanted man not for the people he had killed but for the people he had not killed. Jim was a deserter. He had run when the Common Wealth Military, his old master the ones who no longer held his chain, had told him to do something to terrible even for him a hardened product of killing and violence over the last decade could do. He new he had to kill her if anyone heard his name. If anyone saw that gun, he was a dead man. With that he packed up what little she had left and began tracking.
It was midday when he first noticed the dust rising from the trail behind him and he new it was his inevitable doom coming for him like a rolled up newspaper executing a fly. With out his gun they would shoot him down from 50 paces away. He had to get it back or it was all over, and home he would never be.
With the dust behind him and the storming hills ahead that the girl was most definitely headed towards he started running like a raging river to its end. Well this will buy me some time, but I’ll be even more helpless if this use of my energy doesn’t hold anything promising. Within a half an hour, he came upon the foot hills of the mountain, which rolled on and on like an ocean set in stone. And there she was, not a quarter mile ahead cresting the next peak of a slightly larger hill.
Bang; the sound of a gun shot echoed through the hill as a bullet sank itself into his shoulder only to break free on the other side leaving an oozing hole and a tingling feeling like dancing fairies. It isn’t over yet he yelled back over his good shoulder before diving head long down the hill to avoid the next shot that was most surly going to be his death. I’ve got to find that stupid whore he yelled as he brushed some dirt from his throbbing shoulder and headed for the next rise. Yes, this is it just over this ledge, he thought as he came to where he had last seen her.
He moved a little too fast for his own good to worry about what was behind him or to care what lay ahead. His footing gave way and down he went. As he tumbled, he noticed a mecca of some sort at the bottom of the hill and what seemed to be people hurrying about. After the dizziness from falling passed, he began his descent and as he hit level ground he noticed all the faces starring in his direction. As if noticing it for the first time he looked at his wound which seemed to be the article of everyone’s attention along with the cake of rust colored mud that was apparently from blood as it ran down his body and into his boot.
The sound of thunder of guns shots began to rain. It’s me or them he thought and darted into the star-struck crowd. People began to scream as the hard lead tore their flesh like wet paper, and then he saw her in a doorway about 30 yards ahead.
With anger in his eyes and sorrow in his mind, he sprinted for the door as it slammed shut. While people fell like leaves of a dying tree, he blew down the door with one swift kick.
She was standing at the other end of a dull room with wilted roses on a single table with no chairs surrounding it. He though she is like those roses her happiness has drained away like the water in those petals. He noticed the gun; his gun pointed at him. Her hands were shaking and looked so unnatural holding that cold piece of steel meant for ending not beginnings. He took a step forward, she fired but it was a miss. Again he went forth, and again she shot, but the tears in her eyes must have obscured her vision. So now he was there right in front of her where she would not miss, could not miss. Give me the gun, he said.
She shook her head and took aim. She shot, but this time it wasn’t at him. A soldier fell dead in the doorway and she dropped the gun falling to her knees sobbing up a storm. “,It’s going to be OK” he said as he picked up the gun and turned for the door, for you.
He went out the door with his gun in hand, shooting three men before one could draw. They fell where they stood and moved no more. Another sprang up from some cover and shot, but Jim was too good at this game they called death-dealing. Rolling once, and firing he put one in his eye watching the cool red blood flow. Two more on the street went for the kill but he jumped for cover and reloaded his pistol with finger so nimble like those of pianist. Bang went the guns, as he sprang around the corner but only he was still standing when the dust fell.
The last of the soldiers, a single man, still a boy, turned and ran leaving his rifle next to the puddle of piss that had ran down his leg. The man took aim more by instinct than anything else. There was one thought in his mind as he gentle squeezed the trigger. Home.
The boy fell never to move again and the gunslinger walked down a street littered with faces contorted in fear of people he would never know and he wondered like so many times before if freedom was truly worth the cost.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
1. Nihilism- Total rejection to established rules or laws. Jesse James was a nihilist.
2. Mealstrom- Whirlpool, A chaotic state. the Mealsrtom at sea left my mind in mix of sorrow and disease.
3.Hedonism- The pursuit of pleasure. Lying in bed with wealthy women is Hedonistic.
4.Quasi- Resembling. water is quasicle to vodka untill you taste is.
5.Debacle- A complete failure. Class meating are usually a comlete debacle becouse we get nothing done.
6.Sacrosanct- Extremely holy. The cross of Jesus is sacrosanct.
7.Effete- Worn out barren. The effete desert looked more and more like an empty tomb for me and my followers.
8.Diaphaneus- Very light or sheer. The diaphanous cloud was blowing in the wind.
9.Impotent- powerless. The impotent king had no control of his knights.
10.bland- Mild or light. The bland food could use some spices.
2. Mealstrom- Whirlpool, A chaotic state. the Mealsrtom at sea left my mind in mix of sorrow and disease.
3.Hedonism- The pursuit of pleasure. Lying in bed with wealthy women is Hedonistic.
4.Quasi- Resembling. water is quasicle to vodka untill you taste is.
5.Debacle- A complete failure. Class meating are usually a comlete debacle becouse we get nothing done.
6.Sacrosanct- Extremely holy. The cross of Jesus is sacrosanct.
7.Effete- Worn out barren. The effete desert looked more and more like an empty tomb for me and my followers.
8.Diaphaneus- Very light or sheer. The diaphanous cloud was blowing in the wind.
9.Impotent- powerless. The impotent king had no control of his knights.
10.bland- Mild or light. The bland food could use some spices.
Writers Moment: Personal Review
For the most part i was pleased with my persuasive essay but I definitely thing i could have used more buzz words to set off the emotions of my reader. More enervating words may have broken down the readers outer defences and shed some light on my purpose behind the whole essay. My teacher thinks I needed more supporting detail ,but I think that a hero is more of something you might look inside yourself to find so that you could apply the meaning to someone elses external identity. External Identity being the title that you give or are given from the people around you. Ex: Teacher, Student, Boss, Employee, hero, and so on.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Will Tunis
Persuasive Essay
Advanced composition
25 September 2007
Heroes Where Are You Now!
Did you know over 50% on children today are afraid that they will be bullied and that no one will be there to stand up for them? This sort of bullying can be devastating for our youth because it teaches them to do the same to others. In my opinion this cycle of hatred and abuse must be stopped. Although the need for hero’s has existed for centuries and continues, we are now choosing the wrong type of hero’s to represent our morals and shelter us when we are in need.
Imagine coming home to a family you believed did not believe in you? Crazy, right? But actually over half of kids today feel ostracized even in their own homes by their own family members and at least one third feel they do not matter at all! With over half of our youth distrusting there families, it is it is critical now more than ever before that people stand up and be heroes for others. Something as small as a compliment when one is feeling down from someone in there community from people who others look up to can make a world of difference. This could help them to believe in themselves again.
Today’s youth needs a guiding hand in everyday life to ensure they make it to the end. For far too long people have been living in a state of apathy towards there fellow man. This must end before it has a chance to begin again. Aristotle once said that “men will always bear justice rather than uphold it.” This would lead you to believe that apathy has been a major issue way before our time. Standing up for someone else’s beliefs when those beliefs are being scrutinized even when it is hard to do can and always will be an act of heroism and that may be all it will take to start the revolution ending the non chalant life stile of personal pleasures and pursuits that are so direly affecting our population as a whole.
A hero is someone who does the right thing even when it is hard. Unfortunately people’s ideas of heroes today are greatly distorted. Children are seeing the wrong people with the wrong values in a heroic light. Most teens recognize their favorite celebrity or music pop star as there heroes. This is not ok; movies stars are dangerous to gather one’s values from. Yes it’s true that sometimes such a “hero” may play a hero on a show or movie but they are just reading a script. What if that script were to chance? The man you saw as a hero just become a rapist and murderer these are not aspects that anyone should respect or watch especially youth who are constantly being shaped be the people they consider their hero.
Heroes are greatly lacking in our world today. The real heroes are not the rappers who layout a beat with some fancy words about abusing women. They are our mothers, fathers, teachers and community workers like fire fighters and police men who are not afraid to stand up and do the right thing even when its hard or there lives our on the line. Heroes are dieing bread which we should not let slip into non-existence. So I say, Stand up out of this age of apathy and make your world a better place. Maybe then we all can sleep sound and safe.
Persuasive Essay
Advanced composition
25 September 2007
Heroes Where Are You Now!
Did you know over 50% on children today are afraid that they will be bullied and that no one will be there to stand up for them? This sort of bullying can be devastating for our youth because it teaches them to do the same to others. In my opinion this cycle of hatred and abuse must be stopped. Although the need for hero’s has existed for centuries and continues, we are now choosing the wrong type of hero’s to represent our morals and shelter us when we are in need.
Imagine coming home to a family you believed did not believe in you? Crazy, right? But actually over half of kids today feel ostracized even in their own homes by their own family members and at least one third feel they do not matter at all! With over half of our youth distrusting there families, it is it is critical now more than ever before that people stand up and be heroes for others. Something as small as a compliment when one is feeling down from someone in there community from people who others look up to can make a world of difference. This could help them to believe in themselves again.
Today’s youth needs a guiding hand in everyday life to ensure they make it to the end. For far too long people have been living in a state of apathy towards there fellow man. This must end before it has a chance to begin again. Aristotle once said that “men will always bear justice rather than uphold it.” This would lead you to believe that apathy has been a major issue way before our time. Standing up for someone else’s beliefs when those beliefs are being scrutinized even when it is hard to do can and always will be an act of heroism and that may be all it will take to start the revolution ending the non chalant life stile of personal pleasures and pursuits that are so direly affecting our population as a whole.
A hero is someone who does the right thing even when it is hard. Unfortunately people’s ideas of heroes today are greatly distorted. Children are seeing the wrong people with the wrong values in a heroic light. Most teens recognize their favorite celebrity or music pop star as there heroes. This is not ok; movies stars are dangerous to gather one’s values from. Yes it’s true that sometimes such a “hero” may play a hero on a show or movie but they are just reading a script. What if that script were to chance? The man you saw as a hero just become a rapist and murderer these are not aspects that anyone should respect or watch especially youth who are constantly being shaped be the people they consider their hero.
Heroes are greatly lacking in our world today. The real heroes are not the rappers who layout a beat with some fancy words about abusing women. They are our mothers, fathers, teachers and community workers like fire fighters and police men who are not afraid to stand up and do the right thing even when its hard or there lives our on the line. Heroes are dieing bread which we should not let slip into non-existence. So I say, Stand up out of this age of apathy and make your world a better place. Maybe then we all can sleep sound and safe.
New Cliches
1. Why walk when you could run it is faster and more fun.
2. Its always cleaner before the shit hits the fan.
3. Throw a rock in the ocean and it will resound changing creatures from sea to ground for the better of the world around.
4. The past and future are illusions the present is all there is.
5. Sometimes the smallest seed holds the biggest tree.
6. That was primordaly embarrasing.
7. Slit your rists but poison tastes better.
8. Flat as a subatomic particles circumference
9. Protien for your electron nural net.
10. Sign me up for the winner package.
2. Its always cleaner before the shit hits the fan.
3. Throw a rock in the ocean and it will resound changing creatures from sea to ground for the better of the world around.
4. The past and future are illusions the present is all there is.
5. Sometimes the smallest seed holds the biggest tree.
6. That was primordaly embarrasing.
7. Slit your rists but poison tastes better.
8. Flat as a subatomic particles circumference
9. Protien for your electron nural net.
10. Sign me up for the winner package.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Friday, September 7, 2007
Writers Moment
I am taking this brief moment to asses my strengths/weaknesses in my writing. First of all I will list my strengths. I would say that my strongest quality would be thinking outside the box. I(m very good at coming up with new ideas or expanding on already existing ones. Another strength is my personality. In writing sometimes you will have to gain information through outside sources. If this source is another human than you need to be able to connect with the real person not the front that they put on which is usually a greatly distorted.
My weakness is my writing itself i am a horrible speller and my punctuation is crap. this make the process of writing longer and more repetitive. If you have any ideas on ways to improve please let my know. but now its time for my to go.
My weakness is my writing itself i am a horrible speller and my punctuation is crap. this make the process of writing longer and more repetitive. If you have any ideas on ways to improve please let my know. but now its time for my to go.
FreeWrite persuasive essay
The world needs a real super hero. I not one on tv but one in real life it he/she would make the world a better placer. Its not really about the super powers a super hero has it is about the people that hero inspires to do the right thing. A hero would be there when needed and always have something inspirational to say. If I was a super hero I would spent my time instructing people on how to do the right thing first rather than running aroud punishing people for the doing wrong we never even explained the reason for not doing. everything is distorted in this day and age. For example Jesus probable didnt go aroud telling people if they didnt follow him and the way of god your going to hell. I would bet my life that he would have told you why its right to follow the word of god opposed to the reasons why it is not all right not to follow god. The context you should always shed light on in a subject is the positive side of thing not the negative. Also you should always go into an experieance looking for the lesson that it holds for you because it is not important weather you think it a good or bad experiance its the lessons that you learn that you take with you not the experiance itself.
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