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1. What does the word creative mean?

- marked by the ability or power to create **:** given to creating - having the quality of something created rather than imitated - managed so as to get around legal or conventional limits

Use a reliable dictionary, Webster's and Oxford English are two examples, and look up the word

2. How many definitions are there?

there are 3 definitions

3. Do the definitions match what you believe creative means

Yes they match what i believe creative means.

4.In your own words, write a definition for the word creative.

Having the ability to imagine and express feelings through literature, speaking, art etc

JOURNAL ENTRY - 1

LIST 20 THINGS THAT ANNOY YOU. PICK ONE TO WRITE ABOUT

1. No food in the refrigerator 2. Someone eating my yogurt 3. People touching my stuff. DONT TOUCH MY TERRITORY! 4. People that always cry. 5, People who take things and don't give it back 6. test weeks 7. Homework days 8. Gloomy days 9. Liars 10.people who exaggerate everything to make it look bad 11. people who don't keep their promises 12. cowards 13. people who always wants to be the first to do everything 14. People who mess up my life 15. People who are always talking about people behind their backs 16. Cleaning up my dogs poo 17. listening to my moms lectures 18. people who think they are the best 19. waiting in the car in the traffic 20, when things don't go as planned

people who always cry

Like the famous quote in the movie "Catch Me if You Can" the father said "Two little mice fell in a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned. The second mouse, wouldn't quit. He struggled so hard that eventually he churned that cream into butter and crawled out." like this Life is a bucket of cream. The matter of whether we will survive or drown is based on whether we struggle hard enough to churn that cream into butter and crawl out. Why this quote belongs with my topic "People Who Always Cry" is to the people out there who always cry. Life is something we must fear, we do not know when it will end and if our lives will ever turn solid enough to crawl out but if your sitting there crying about small things or even big things get up. Take my advice because when you are wasting your time sitting in your own puddle of tears the cream you have churned till now will be no more use and you will have to start all over again. Get up and climb out of that bucket for the sun will always be shining there for you with your supporters waiting for you to safely land into their arms. Like in the korean proverb they can take the horse to the lake but they cant force the horse to drink. This proverb has to do with my topic because in the end the only person who can find there way out is not the people who help you but you yourself. So to the people out there who always cry, stop wasting your time, get up and start churning or else the fearful world may swallow you right in.

Journal Entry - 2 jan 27

Write a paragraph about a girl named Dot, but use no letters with (I,J)

Dot is a very lucky lady. She has mostly anything she needs, she wants, and loves. But why does she have an empty hole through her heart? What's lost in her mind? She does not know and for several years she stayed lonely in a resting place where sick people go. She thought and thought what was so wrong? Many people came to see her but nobody covered her empty hole. She was very tired and the doctors had spoken that her illness was not going to well and that she might pass away soon after such soreness. Dot seemed to get worse as the doctors had suspected. She had stomach problems and she could not eat at all. The many needles poked in her were not enough for the food she could not eat. She was in the verge of death and weak as a skeleton she slept in bed. Her body started to break down and her heart was so weak and barely pounded. She had to have a surgery but she was so weak that the doctors thought that she could not survive the surgery.THe people who cared for her were so sad that they could not bear looking at Dot. Then one day another patient came along next to her bed. She was 3 years older than Dot. That sister helped Dot. Nobody knows how or what she did but somehow as Dot stayed and talked with her Dot seemed to progress. Her heart started beating faster and she started eating. Her stomach did not break down anymore and she did not have to take all those terrible shots. She did not need to eat the sticky pills that kill the bacteria's in her stomach. She finally felt like a live girl.

Classwork #1

dawn rainy wet gloomy sad death flowers a new start lake swimming kids laughter raindrops roses kittens grass wet dirt dirty shoes worm poking our of the ground birds forest sun beam freshness peaceful quite car splashing by

i can compare this with the freshly cut grass even though they are both nature and they may be right next to each other somehow the color of black and white seems like a dead leaf, However the green grass reminds me of the freshness of nature.

Poem.

What's this? What's this? there's something very queer What's this? What's this? raindrops everywhere and this? the grass are very green and wet which makes me want to eat! and so i poke my head out to the light and then climb up to the sight grasses, flowers, trees have little tiny sparks of shiny jewels in their hair! there's not a time to spare keep chomping down the share of grasses, flowers, trees~! morning dew of freshness fill my heart and as it beats if follows down the parts of grasses green, flowers trees down it moves as i eat the bump of food into my seat and when i'm full i take a nap below the abandoned cap then suddenly the bump moves down and plop it lands making a sound



spacious, beautiful, bountiful,admirable, alluring, angelic, appealing, beauteous, bewitching, charming, classy, comely, cute, dazzling, delicate, delightful, divine, elegant, enticing, excellent, exquisite, fair, fascinating, fine, foxy, gorgeous, graceful, grand, handsome, ideal, lovely, it feels like the sound would be as quite as a dark hole. The feeling would be of a cold and smooth glass. The taste would be like ice cream without a flavor. The smell would be like the morning dew on a snowy day.

i think socrates is referring to single drop of dew (rain) is so small compared to the whole world but each one drop gets together to make actually the whole ocean. Every drop is important and every drop contains a single life.

Journal Entry 3 Jan

A world without sound. I wonder how a world without sound would be like. When we cry no sound comes out. When we talk no sound comes out. Everything is so quite. When we watch tv the people don't talk. There is no sound. No laughter, and shouting. We do not have ears for we don't need one. No such thing as music. The apple company would only sell macbooks. No ipods are needed. No headphones are needed. When we are mad we only have our body to express it with. Maybe the world will get more violent. When there is a warning there is no alarm to ring for people to hear. Everything needs to be expressed by our body. Frantic people would run but nobody would hear the screaming. There will be no such thing as "the cry for help". But when thinking it the other way in a world where people can do more than just hearing. What will happen if god gave us more than the ability to hear, speak, see, smell, and feel. Maybe he gave us the ability to read people's minds. We can hear everything everybody is thinking. No secrets, no hiding. Everything is public. We can catch all the criminals. We cant take tests without knowing each others answers. We don't need to speak perhaps, for we can mind read. when a war is to come all we have to do is read the other teams plan. We would have to be very careful of the things we think. But how long distance from can we mind read? The same distance we can hear a sound? or maybe everybodys thoughts from all around the world? that would be so tiring we would have to hear everything single thing every single second. People muttering small things too!! it would drive us crazy. I think god gave us just the amount of senses. 5 and we cannot have less than 5 and we dont want to have more than 5 for things may turn very confusing!

Journal Entry 4

close your eyes briefly. Think of one object that's in the room and focus on it without opening your eyes, recall as much detail as you can about it. After 3mins or so, open your eyes and write about that object without looking at it (this exercise was done in class and timed)

the air conditioner is a very helpful thing inside are the helpers and they get into two groups. The cold ones and hot ones. During the winter the cold ones hibernate and the hot ones start steaming up making hot air for all of us in the classroom. They keep steaming up their body and when they are done one by one they jump into the air and make the air warm. They drag us into their arms and hold us tight so that we don't shiver. During the summer the hot ones hibernate and the cold ones start making the cold air for all of us in the classroom. They keep getting colder and colder then one by one jump out into the air making the air cold and slowly cleaning the sweat dropping from our face.

Describe an onion to someone who has never seen or tasted one

//Write What You See 2 (onion)// An onion is a oval vegetable. You can eat it when cooked but no when raw. the onions are very mean to you before you cook them. They make you cry and as each layer is peeled off it is painful. Your hands hurt from all the tearing and it seems like forever to peel each layer off but when you have peeled everything the onion is very white and innocent looking with hair at the top and a bit of clothes on the bottom which are green. It is like the process of growing a child. When you have a young child at first it is painful though joyful. It sometimes hurt and it sometimes make you cry. You want to stop pealing off each layer and give up but when you are done to the very core and you roast it soft and sweet the onion is so good and so is your child. You are happy you did not give up :D

//Write What You See 3// there is a sign for everything. or for most of the things. For peace a dove. for hospitals a cross, for love the heart and many many more. But just like the american writer jack Handy said "How come the dove gets to be the peace symbol?" There are so many shapes our there in the world. But instead of unique shapes that we can make people have to reuse the same shapes. What i see in this picture, photo, drawing or something is mostly everything. Each time i look at it the meaning changes. It can once be the shape of a peace a symbol of love or the face of anybody.

Journal entry 5

over his bald spot, gluing them in place with hair spray and hoping no one will notice. hoping-despite the piles of hair all over the cushion that she won’t notice he’s been sleeping there. What else is silly? Give three more examples.
 * Silly is a middle-aged man who combs his remaining limp strands of hair into an elaborate swirl
 * Silly is a golden retriever who slinks sheepishly off the sofa whenever his owner comes home,

Silly is a women who, in spite of hatred she gets, still loves a man for who he is.

Silly is a weak girl that can be broken like a tooth pick who suddenly acts all strong when she has someone to back her up.

Silly is a dog who barks at any little sound that is made but whimpers at the site of a stronger being.

Silly is a person who hates someone so much but does not know the reason why.

Silly is a person who longs for the outside world and fantasizes about it everyday but lives inside the box trying to protect oneself

Silly is a poser to tries to look like someone she/he is not

Silly is a child running to the desk and frantically reaching for a book before the mother gets in but realizes she/he is reading it upside down.

Silly is a pathetic human being who tries to hang on to anything they find

Silly is a girl who tries to grasp water in her hands and make a ball out of it

Silly is a girl who tries to climb up by stepping on another.

Journal entry 6

Choose one from the following list for today's prompt Describe your bedroom the way you want it to be

I would like a bedroom that is as long as a football field and as wide as a soccer field. It would be designed with lots of paintings and a super huge audio. In the ceiling i would put magical like sparks that light up in the morning and the ceiling would open into two pieces for me to look at the night starts at night. There would be a super huge telescope and a special dog house as big as a bathroom for my dog. IT would be decorated with pink red and white and the furniture would be all ethan allen. I would have a walk in closet as big as 2 bathrooms and the whole room would be made of glass but when i wanted to i could make the walls come up. Also the door would be automatic but when i want to open it i would have to take a book out like in those cartoon movies. Describe a storm. This could be a thunderstorm, a hurricane, a tornado, a hail storm, a rain storm or any type of storm.

The hurricane blew down the mountain and stole everything they had. The trees, their houses, dogs, family members, everything, It blew and took everything with it as it moved to the next place, yet again to sweep that place. like a vacuum it sucks everything in, so violent, so vicious. After the storm we were left thrown away, lost and thrown in the bare cold ground. BUt we stood up and though the storm had taken mostly everything it left us with us and that is all that mattered. All that we needed to recover :D

Entry #7

Fatima is a very spoiled teenager girl. Show that she is spoiled, by describing what happens when she doesn’t get a car for her birthday.

It is Fatima’s sweet sixteen birthday. She had her birthday party in the Biggest pool that has ever existed in California. over hundreds and hundreds of people are invited including her whole high school and middle school people. She has everything she wants from the extra huge slide and the swimming pool to the barbeque buffet and the Dg playing all her favorite songs.. As Fatima arrives at the party in her dads limo every gasps at her very own red Valentino number 7 dress. She waves her hand as if she is a princess and carefully puts her diamond tiara onto the carefully made cushion. Then as she walks down the red carpet she flings off her dress and there she has her chanel bikini with each diamond pressed onto the them of her dress. She dives into the pool and the party has started. As more and more people arrive the stack of presents grow bigger than the pool and higher than the slides. It is time for the opening of the presents. As she pulls each ribbon and flings the rapper away as if they are trash she reveals the Designer handbags, Jimmy choo shoes, miu miu clothes and much more. WHen presents that are not as expensive comes out she stops unwrapping and throws it across the lawn and starts ripping another. The ground is full of tissue papers and present rappers. Not one of the neatly written letters are read. Finally for the most important time her dads present is brought in. A big box as huge as a room is brought in. Fatima’s heart is beating so fast everyone can hear it. Fatima is saying “is it red? i asked for red! is it a ferrari or a porsh? Ferrari with the big engine or the porsh with the slender side? QUICKLY open it!!” finally the ribbon is off the rope is tugged and the top is lifted. fatima yells “QUICKLY!” and the sides fall open and “oh my god its a big shiny red, what the ......!!!! A FREAKIN BICYCLE!???? what is this?? is this some kind of joke? is this one of those tv shows where they trick the kid? WHat is going on? oh is this bicycle the thing that came in with the car? where is the car? where’s my babyyyy~” the dad “honey. we thought it would be good if you could ride the bicycle to school instead of the car. remember we talked about how much cars pollute the air? Your mom and i decided that we should save the money and donate it to the childrens hospital...” Fatima starts yelling and crying and throwing stuff at the same time as she shouts "i dont care about the freakin hospital. I WANT MY SPORTS CAR!!!!!!"

Journal Entry #8

Write a paragraph about a cat attacking something but don't use the words hiss, scratch, or pounce.

Miu Miu's eyes were in the verge of popping out. Her claws were buried deep into the carpet and her whole body was in attack mode as her fur were raised up straight like a cat who had been attacked by electric zap. She had her teeth sticking out and her legs were in a tip toe style. Suddenly as if hit by a baseball bat she flew into the air and landed in the middle of the living room on top of the stuffed animal doll. It was my favorite stuffed animal, the pink pig. I was desperate trying to reach out and grab it but Miu Miu was too tense to get close to. Miu miu started eating the pig in whole. Grabbing the head first and digging in deeper. I was terrified as my cat who was always the mamacat turn into such a vicious monster like creature. I watched in horrification as my cat reached into each eyeball of the pig and plucked it out. Hungrily chewing it and spitting out the black pupil parts. Then Miu Miu grabbed the tail and through the pig across the room. The pig looked pathetic lying on the floor empty without fur and bunches of cottons running over. Then Miu Miu reached inside the pig and grabbed out a bunch of cotton. Suddenly she started chumping away at it like salad and viciously turned at me saying "do i still look like your miu miu ahahahshhh" and then jumped out of the veranda. That was the most weird experience i have had in my life....

Journal entry 9

Describe what you feel right now using your sense of smell. If you feel frustrated, write about what your frustration smells like. Use vivid words. Don’t skimp on adjectives.

I feel so frustrated and angry. To describe it through smell it smells like fat being burnt in a frying pan. All the fat dripping and oozing through the holes and the face of the burnt head with clumps of burnt hair and the eyeballs melting. IT smells like human burning and the fat oozing down each hole in the frying pan. It smells so disturbing with clumps and balls of junk moving and sizzling around. The smell pinches my nose with the strong smell like rotten eggs and milk and a dead pig mixed up and fried like french fries in the hottest gas available. The bits of pieces of roasted flesh would droop down to the bottom and start sizzling. Like the smell of burning human. The smell is sour and salty like blood dried up and roasted. The smell gets stronger and stronger and finally It smells somewhat like a dead animal with bugs and flesh-eating insects swarming in it. It smells like a rotten body decaying in the pile of garbage and It makes me want to barf. Though after a bit later the odor would turn into a bit sweet one. The smell of barbeque roasting or just plain pig meat on a pan. But not exactly so sweet, not the type of oder that would lure me into eating it. 2nd draft of a different ......... It smells like the inside of a stuffy luggage or a molded box. It feels like there is no air allowing me to drink it but there is a lot of air. Air is surrounding me but I cannot drink it. It feels like breathing only through a coffee stirring straw, so thin, so small. It smells like an inside of an old closet where it is filled with the smell of old dusted clothes and preservative mixed with the dry smell of dead bugs dried up and crunchy enough to step on. It smells like an old house with dead trees and old dusty furniture with a smell like decaying meat. Each sip I breathe in, each inhale is painful and crummy. It pinches my whole body as it rides its way into my body. It smells like a contaminated sewer with the mix of urine and used up clumps of toilet paper. It makes me want to feel the fresh air in the mountains where i ski. But for now I have to get ready for school and do Homework. Back in the smell of sewage.

February 12th, 2010 - Free Write - (journal #10)

(not about me)

I have a blurred memory of my twin sister. She died when I was 10 and that was only 10 years ago yet the memories are dimmed out like an eraser. Each time I try to think back carefully and see her I feel this stinging feeling in my heart that seems to prevent me from remembering. Maybe it’s this device my body had planted into my mind to make the pain go away. But always whenever I look into the mirror it seems as though I am seeing her. She is there but she is hidden right behind me so that even though she is so close she is somewhere i cannot seek her. Then it happened one day. It all came back to me when I was riding the bike. I remember it was a slick blue shining beauty. I was crossing the rode on a dark summer night in New York City and I was going to return a book in the middle of the night. I knew the library was closed but it was just one of those nights that you just had to sneak out. So I was waiting by the library and i think i was a bit drunk even if i only had just a slip of champagne and margarita, and i was looking at the stars. It glimmered so brightly it seemed to be blurred. I mean everything seemed to be blurred out maybe because it was around the time i would be snoring my head off or because the alcohol was working in on me. I also remember slightly that i kept on rubbing the necklace that me and Hannah (by the way my sisters name was Hannah) had as a couple. Mine said “ Life is like riding a bicycle. You don't fall off unless you plan to stop peddling” on the front and “Nobody gets to live life backward. Look ahead, that is where your future lies” on the back. I remember Hannah’s said “Live as if your were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever” on the front and “ Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow” on the back. My mom used to make us recite this every morning as soon as we got up to “refresh our mind with a bottle of fresh words” but thinking about what was said on Hannah’s necklace, those words never kept her alive. I was kind of crying and laughing at the same time by then and I was probably reciting those quotes over and over in my head. I was just cranking out a bit and juggling my head around when I heard some footsteps. They were rapid as if running away from the fuzz (cops) and i just thought they were a couple of high school punks running out for smoking the crack but when i heard those gunshots that scared the nightmare out of me. I was all buzzed up and ready to run away but my legs weren’t put on right and my knees were rubber, buckling each second like an old women. I was feeling all right in my mind cause i kept on thinking that i had to get the h**l out of here but i was feeling all giddy and faint in my body. So i just stood there buckling my legs and feeling like a wooden puppet being controlled by the wrong person when this weird looking guy and this other weird looking guy came up to me. They were all gasping for breath like they had a hole in their lungs and i was all in the middle of them with my eyes half closed and my knees all bent. At first they didn’t seem to notice me and this guy with the gun, and i named him Jimmy because i felt like it, was aiming the gun at the guy with the knife. Then suddenly i dont know how but probably because i felt like it, i got in the middle of it and i was all like “thees izhant fair ef one of you are holdin a gun nd the other with a knife or whatchama call it a gun, yeah and this isn’t right! you guys are all jest living life backwards. No your living it in all sides and iz all tangled and....” I was all worked up when the guy with the knife suddenly seemed to notice me and grabbed me by the hand and chucked the knife right against my neck as if ready to chop me up any second. I named him Bob so bob said to Jimmy “you cant kill me now can you? No because you’re such a coward and you cant bare to kill a innocent human being. Well let me tell you what Sam I can. If i had that gun in my hand i would have shot you then and there I can even chop down this chick and make her pieces. But no you hesitated because you are such a darn stupid worth for nothing coward. I’m even starting to wonder if you can work the thing old Sam. So whatcha going do now buddy? you gonna run for the cops again or are you going to be a man tonight?” I think i was referred to as a chick which is good in a way and bad in a way that i was the first one to be chopped into pieces. But I really don’t know what put me in that night and i wasn’t scared at all. In fact i was kind of enjoying this new experience i was having in such a boring life and i watched this whole thing like a 3rd person in the movies where them people are all sweating up and clenching on the bars ready for the shot to go up. But somehow i knew JImmy wasn’t going to shoot. I mean not only because Bob said he wasn’t but because somehow i just knew it. I think I was kind of looking ahead, waiting for the good part to start where the start shooting and i’m the good guy making sure nobody gets hurt and all that superman stuff where the gunshots clink off my eyes. I really was living as if i was going to die tomorrow and learning as if i was going to live forever. I didn’t really know what it meant till that time but i just felt like it so i shouted it out. I was a real madman and Bob told me to shut up and he was all sweating like a pig. I thought why were they sweating? I mean i felt like partying here if it weren’t for that knife stuck up in my neck and the wobbly legs. So I was singing and dancing and i was scaring the h**l out of them two i could tell and i was all ready to do my old folk dance when this helicopter started gearing up and i guess they really liked my dance cause they put the spotlight up for me in a circle like in one of those movies and i started dancing. But i don’t know why but the guys there kept on telling me to freeze but the light was still on me and i was all dancing and i was really peddling on in that bike of mine when suddenly everything blanked out. The last think i remember was that Jimmy pulled out his gun and shoot me and the guys in the helicopter who kept telling me to freeze and the Bob guy who was sweating like a pig. Boy must i have been drunk I didn’t even feel the pain. I just remembered that everything blanked out and it was all white. And then suddenly all these colors flowed in streams and they were turning into monkeys singing “if a body catch a body coming through the rye” and boy were they good dancers. They were all dancing and singing and i was trying to follow them when i felt this huge clump hit against me like as if there was a magnet under my stomach and this huge other magnet came right on top of me and pulled me up and down. Boy was i feeling sick. I just hoped they would goddarn stop all that pumping so i could listen to that music. Then suddenly all the colors died out and it was a blank piece of paper and i was back in the streets of New York. Except this time the whole place looked rusty as if someone forgot to sweep the dust under the table. I was holding a hand and it felt so warm and assuring against the cold dark breezing night. I was so desperate to see who it was that was holding my hand but I didn’t for gods sake because in dreams you never get what you want. So it was just me and the mysterious hand walking down the street into the dead night and the road looked so familiar. It was the road to the library i was going to go before i was dead. And this person kept on telling me that everything was going to be fine and that we just need to find mrs. kinninan (the librarian) so that we can report that the man was back and this time he is here to kill us. We were walking so fast with those frail legs of ours and we were almost there when this guy yelled at us to stop. His voice was all raspy and cold and scary and he was limping so he couldn’t catch us. I was so scared i was yelling to the owner of that hand to run but she said “life is like riding a bicycle. You don’t fall off unless you plan to stop peddling so just keep walking but don’t stop.” That voice. It was so familiar. Was it my mom? No it was too young to be my mom’s. Is it? could it be? It was hannah all right. I could feel her breath on my neck and it felt like her all right. But suddenly how clumsy of me i fell, Right there prowled down tangled in my own legs on the pavement and i was crying. A strong hand whipped me hard and i heard hannah’s voice as she yelled stop. The hand reached in to grab me when hannah grabbed a pipe from god knows where and swung it across the mans face. Hannah grabbed my hand and as i stood up she said “since we fell down we have stopped peddling c’mon before he gets us” she was using all those goddarned quotes she was driving the h**l out of me but i was not in the mood to say that. And then the strong hand grabbed us once again as it pulled hannah closer and basically killing her with the pipe. I was there horror stricken and my body like rubber wasn’t going to move. I clumsily grabbed a thin wooden stick and with my whole body shaking like a phone on vibration poked it through the mans eyes. I didn’t dare look at him but i was too late for hannah was knocked down cold, dead. People kept telling me it wasn’t my fault and that i did a good job and to learn from yesterday live for today and hope for tomorrow and at that point where they said that i felt like finding that clumsy stick and poking it in their eyes too. There was no yesterday and there was no tomorrow. There was only today and as each day passed the eraser erased everything in the past so that there would be no future or past. Again i felt the strong pulse of magnet against my whole body and as i slowly opened my eyes i saw a bright light a sort of pinkish orangish white and as i heard the people crying and yelling for joy in that hospital i hear a voice and it was hannahs all right but because of those goddarned people yelling i couldn’t make them out. But when there are not sound the eyes are the most important. i remembered her mouth “in three words i can sum up everything i learned about life. it goes on and one day our life will flash before your eyes make sure it’s worth watching.” And at that second i knew that in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years. Hannah did not die the life in her years had not died only her heart has stopped but the peddling had not stopped and there she is peddling away following life.

February 18th, 2010 - Words in a story - (journal #11)

Use the following words in a story: little boy, torn page, market, cart

“rinnnggggggggggggggg” as the alarm pierced his ears Greg woke up. It’s 2:00 in the afternoon which is almost the middle of the night for him. It has been 2 years since his little boy’ s death and still no sign of life is visible in his face. Slowly he slips into his slippers and slithers down the 6feet bed. His maid is waiting by the door with his breakfast. “would you care for bread and jam?” MI Mi asks. “no” he answers. Every day is a living hell and every day he seems to get weaker and weaker. He slowly rides the elevator up the house and arrives in his bathroom. A dark cold room with nothing but tiles around it. It used to be a room filled with mirrors. A ballet room for his wife and for his little boy Charlie to practice his kicking skills but after his wife left him and his son died Greg sealed up the whole house so that there was not a single mirror left in the whole 8 floored house except for the ballroom. It was the room that he could not enter, the room where so many memories are left floating around suspended above, not ready to escape. He slowly forced his skinny twig legs to allow himself for a morning or rather afternoon walk. He rode the red cart down the slide that was made years ago for his little boy instead of a staircase. As he slowly limply dragged his legs he felt each cold air hit him like a shield and he staggered his way through the lawn near the pool. Then as if someone was controlling him he, out of conscious entered the attic. A monumental room which he had spent extravagant amounts of money on. Every piece of the room was decorated and carved into like a masterpiece of the best artist. Across the grand floor he saw the mirror and the person reflecting from it. He covered his eyes in spite of fear but opened them again. A tall twitchy man standing with the strength of his whole body and the tired straining face which seemed to filled with sorrow and anger. Each bone seemed to protrude out of his body and the droopy eyes covered in dark circles. He could not bare to look in though as he did he suddenly felt a cold swish of something so hard hit against him. As he fell to the ground it seemed to push against him again. So painful as each one rose at him his heart seemed to tear. His whole body was shaking and each frail hands reached the sky as though trying to hold the sun. And suddenly all was calm and quite. It seemed like a page was torn from his life. A torn page from his book of life. He seemed to have entered the life of dead. Or was it? He again felt a cold stabbing tear at his heart and he closed his eyes. In the mist of his tears he found himself in a market. It was... it was the South Point mall. But as he leaned to walk he found himself barely visible. As though he was a ghost. And across the distance he found himself. And beside him.. a boy! his boy... tears streak down his cheeks as he called out, but no sound was made. he watched his old self walk down each ail carrying his blackberry. He was working on a weekend. Charlie said “daddy can i buy some pop tarts and what about a marshmallow pack? you promised we would go to a camping trip” the old me said “Charlie can you go do that yourself. You see i’m working here and if daddy doesn’t make this contract work he is not going to get that killing job of his that i worked so hard for” The contract... he remembered so slightly the job he was killing for which he got later on. Why didn’t he see? why didn’t he see that when one rises another must fall. He watched painfully as he saw his old self reach into his work again as though reaching into the pitch of darkness swelling beside him. People think what they have for granted is forever but it is not. You may not notice but somethings you are doing now may bring consequences. They are not visible, for they are the most deadly ones. When you have turned your back, when everything seems perfect it catches that time to sting you. Like a cobra. So swift and silent, but so painful you stagger and struggle to get up but you cant.

February 26th, 2010 - Eight Sentences - (journal #12)

Write an eight sentence paragraph on a topic of your choice. Make sure that you vary the length of each sentence.

We youngsters all live in life. From day to some go to work and some work at home. And though it’s hard to live so busily we do our best to work hard and live perfectly. The reason we do this is the hope for a better future, perhaps luck will hit us in the future and with that hope we work hard to go to good colleges and have good jobs and one day send our kids to a school like this. But think again, not much people end up being like Bill Gates and most people dream far ahead. We have this feeling inside us, that kind of pride that we will one day be in those seats. But what if we don’t? What if we end up working our whole lives far away from the dreams we had? If we had the choice to look into our future and it doesn’t seem so worth it would we quite working so hard? Would we quite running for what may be waiting for us?

March 1st, 2010 - Elderly Cartoons! - (journal #13)

What king of cartoon show might appeal to the overage 65 audience? Imagine the show. Then, in 100 words or less, describe the show and its main character.

Let's talk business here. People over 65 aren't going to watch shows that show those boring clips of the old days and how they lived and how they used to be and all that. NO as far as I know I've been with the elders a lot and i mean A LOT and all they talk about is either the boasting of their grandchildren and off to the tv shows they watch. We say tv is our life but for the 65's tv IS really IS their life. The reason is because they are old and tired so they can't possibly go to places like ones in the tv programs and since they don't have as much fun in life as the people in the tv shows have they try to enjoy it by looking at other people enjoying it. They live their fun part of the life by watching the fun shows. People who are lonely usually watch the tv a lot and since a lot of 65 years old get lonely they need tv shows that can brighten their mood. Give them thrills and chills, laughter and tears, something that can make them wait for the next show for the whole day and think about it and imagine it and anticipate about it. A soap opera.

First it’s mostly about love stories. There it will include both the young and the old. There will be 2 families and one will be the very very rich and the other will be the poor. The Rich old grandpa and the poor old grandma like each other and the Rich boy and the Poor girl like each other too. But then there is the rich girls mom who doesn’t like this idea AT ALL and so she gets in the way of all the relationships and as the show goes on the grandpa later is all ready to marry the grandma when something gets in the way and it gets complicated and the love story between the girl and the boy gets complicated as the girl starts getting in a relationship with this other boy in school and so and so.

March 4th, 2010 - No Electricity? - (journal #14)

Electricity is recent discovery. Think of 12 things to do when there is no power.

1. Use candles to bright up a room and put mirrors slanted so the light from the sun will be reflected into the room. 2. pay everything with money when we need to pay for something(no credit cards) 3. Whenever we need music call an orchestra because we don’t have cd players or an ipod or an music player 4. Write the newspaper with the typewriter 5. When going to a musical since there is no microphone talk through the 6. Make all of our clothes with a needle 7. use the board whenever the teacher wants to write something for the whole class to see 8. run with the animals 9. play in the field 10. run in the wild 11. eat handmade food and snacks 12. dance around the room 12 times 13. since with your family 18 times 14. go to church 15. jump up and down 16. hold a worm in your arms 17. high five with your friends 18. yell at the top of your lungs hoping your friend 6 blocks away from you to hear you. 19. fry a chicken in the fireplace 20. take a shower in the lake 21. ride a cart arrrrrrrounnnd the towwwwwwwnnnnnnn 22. eat homemade lemonade 23. make lotion with lemon 24. go chop woods.

March 4th, 2010 - Free Write - (journal #15)

Everyday old Britney would start her day with fried eggs and ham. She would eat the green beans and cheese at 11 and her regular fried noodles and chicken. She would take a walk in the park at 2 and start heading for the library at 3 she would read books with the black coffee and head back home at 4. She would then reach her door steps and drink the hot milk delivered to her huge apartment and she would stare out of the balcony from 5-6. Then she would eat her dinner delivered as a daily basis to her house from new york stake house and then she would watch her usual tv shows and sleep at 7. This was her life. A carefully ordered life without the slightest bit of change or break down. When did her life turn like this. The life she used to have where she would run down the runway as a fashion designer gracefully show off her Valentino dresses at the red carpet as a celebrity, party till 4 o’clock in the morning as a party girl. She was a total disaster that god had made. The pretty face and skinny body. The mean behavior and twitchy foxlike personality. But now she was different 180 degrees

(i wrote this but later i'm going to post something else because i really don't like this free write thingy i wrote D: but now i'm off to cut my hairrrr )**

March 8th, - Rhyme paragraph (journal #16)

//Write a rhyme paragraph. Each sentence must begin and end with the words that rhyme with each other.

Ex: Spring is a wonderful thing. Flowers start to sprout with the help of rain showers.//

Candy wrappers. We've all unwrapped one proper. We would slowly wait as we uncovered the some translucent some transparent and some opaque wrapper. As we slowly with a beating heart, peal the wrapper as it feels like copper, our mouths would water and as if it is already popped into our mouth we can feel the smooth hard cold candy slowly melting and swarming in our mouth. The flavor melting in with the saliva going north and south. Our heads spin with excitment as the candy stick or candy ball or anything sweet forms into a shape and with our mouth, becomes one and slowly spin and swirl inside our mouth. As it melts we feel the soothing sweet SWEET flavor twirling inside our mouth with the peace that follows us as if we had just dipped the end of our leg into a hot, hot water.

March 10th - (journal #17)

describe in detail a person who leaves no stone unturned. Which means for ex) when someone lost their macbook and they say they looked no stone unturned it means they looked everywhere.

A person who leaves no stone unturned is a person who is very accurate person a careful and close to details, concrete and always correct. Definite in everything in detailed and exact, distinct, explicit and factual. A faithful and genuine judicious literal and methodical> Proper and particular, on the nose, on the button and on the money. always trying to be rigid and right, scientific and sharp. Skillful in searching and solid without any mistakes and true with specific reasons and sharp eyes. A person with the matter-of-fact voice.

March 11th - Character Profile- (journal #18)

Write a 150- word profile of someone named "Margaret Mallory" or one of the character for your short story.

Margaret Mallory had it all. As the owner of the huge Mallory shopping malls and the Mallory hotel to the Mallory swimming pools and Mallory sports cars She was built with money she had the looks and she had the body but one thing was, was that she was so dirty. Her feat was un-scrubbed and smelt like rotten eggs with potato peelings smeared over it and her hands were gritty with dirt and each fingernail as if painted black, was filled with all types of grit and smearing things. She never cleaned herslef and she never tried brushing her teeth. She found no use for brushes or toothbrushes or floss or a comb. She did not know what shampoo was and she did not know what the soup was used for. She picked her nose and ate the guck, she picked her eyes and swallowed the yellow crispy parts and tasted the rottening parts of food in her mouth. She was a disaster. THe most dirtiest creature in the world it was a surprise she did not eat bugs. nobody wanted to go close to her but she did not know why. She did not understand why.

Journal entry 19# List 10things you usually do on a rainy day. Pick one from your list and free write for 5 minutes.

Rainy days are really not my favorite days. Like really REALLY!!. On rainy days i surely would not want to study or do anything boring that makes me even more gloomy. On rainy days i would like to sing and dance. Like having CHOIR class. But on rainy days it wouldn't be the best choice to have math or Social studies since Math is a very quite or non-speaking class and In Social Studies class since nobody talks you kinda get the image of crickets chirping. So ON rainy days I would go out and run around. I don't like the gloomy feeling and the dark sky but i surely like the water. And children have plenty of fun just running around the fountains so why not in the rain. I run around with my dog and when i get all wet i come back home and go to the sauna with my friends. Then I would make the MUD PEOPLE. Basically what you do is get mud mix it with a bit of salt and water and bake it in a human shape but thats not all you do. You first get a DNA of your worst enemy. Like their hair or the chips they ate and put back and stuff and mix it in with the mud solution. THen you bake it so it looks exactly like your enemy and then you put it out in the dryer until it dries up and gets all hard. Then you start cursing the mud person and cut the legs off and pull the hair and do that until you feel good. (it sounds mentally retarded but it really works!!) next after i feel better i get a piece of cake from my favorite bakery and i slice it into 8 pieces and in front of the big window in my house library me and my mom gather together listening to classical music and sipping our teas and coffees.

Journal entry #20 free write for 3 minutes on this cliche "ice running through her veins"

AS THE Vampire stood text to her breathing on her neck and sending cold strokes of breath onto her veins it felt as though ice was running through her veins. Each stroke of air hit her veins as it throbbed into a steady beat. THe blood vessels seemed to turn blue and cold as if they were slowly freezing and her heart was beating slower and slower. As he slowly stroke her arms with the tip of his fingers the coldness made her shiver and she was trembling with fear and coldness. THen it seemed as the though the world had stopped and the room felt as though it was spinning in circles forming a pyramid in front of her. The....

journal entry #21

Down to the last day, even to the last hour, I’m an old diamond, lonely and unloved, sick and hurting and tired of being admired. I am ready for the hereafter; it has to be better than this. I was first found in Pretoria, South Africa, a 4,106 carat - diamond discovered during a routine inspection by the mines workers. Six of them, I recover, they decided to hid me and sell me in an auction where they would later split evenly into six. But everybody knows a deer cannot be splitted evenly by six hungry lions and a money being splitted is no money worth for to a needy, selfish men. They decided they to put me in a dirty, filthy sock and took turns holding it. And as I went through every hand rotating 30 min each, I felt the greediness and hunger boiling inside those dirt covered heads. They all knew only one men was going to survive that day and pity for them they didn’t know that non of them would be that fortunate one. As they reached half down to the Factory they decided it was too dark and dangerous to be heading back down and decided to camp there for a night. After they ate their portage stew and barley sticks they took out the fire and slowly crept into their beds. At a quarter to 3:00 am Patrick woke up and with him took 2 of his best mates Bob, and Lee to his plan. He told them that the next morning as soon as they reach the rows of plank trees they would shoot Johnny, Peter, and Mike. Then they slowly crept back into their blankets, snuggling in with the sweet thought of having the diamond all to themselves. What they didn’t know was that at the same time on the other side of the lake stood Johnny, Peter and Mike planning the same plan. Most importantly they didn’t know that 3 dead people + 3 dead people out of six live ones would equal up to 6 dead people. The next morning as planned when they reached the rows of plank tree’s all six of them took out their guns as fast as a squrilling mice in a hole. But Patrick and Johnny, not wanting to do the dirty jobs didn’t shoot and as fast as the bullet passed Bob, Lee, Peter, and Mike were dead. The two of them left and Horror-stricken acted as if they weren’t a part of this plan and put on an awkward smile. I doubt that miners have the cleverest heads for all they need to do is keep digging till something shiny comes out and god knows what was in their heads for when they thought each had trusted each they shot each other. And just like the failure of their idiotic plan they drifted into the wind. Cold blood dead. I was left alone for 2 years in that mountain. I was the wind blowing through my ears, the water steam sparkling down the stream, the shadows lungering over the trees, I was every mans dream of the luxurious life they could have, but lying there on the cold dark night, I was just another rock, yet to be found. When the next routine inspection came I was found by the mine’s superintendent. At that moment I could see past his dark crystal eyes as he reflected against my skin. Christened the Cullinan I was the Largest diamond crystal ever found and was later cut into 96 polished diamonds. Together valued at an invaluable price. The largest of the cut stones was put in display at the auction word center in Paris NOT FOR SALE. The remains of my carefully polished bodies went to the diamond ring to the Queen of England, sold for a countless billions of dollars to the billionaire proposing to a stripper he met in a bar, and a dazzling women who didn’t know her husband was having an affair and the husband, out of guilt bought her the most expensive Jewelry a women could get. Amazing how all the women who got the very parts of my body did not blink an eye when seeing those small though precious pieces. Many of me were stuffed in gold Jewelry boxes. All eyes only on the biggest part of me, displayed in the world auction center. Hungrily eying the fame they would find and get. Years past of my staying. Though countless money were called out of me the auction center never imagined selling me for I was the main reason people kept moving in and out of the center.

journal entry #22

Blurp! Slosh! Snort! Write a paragraph incorporating at least ten onomatopoetic words. Onomatopoetic words are words that sound like what they mean.

EX) boing hiccup beep plop swoosh fizz

As the little stone laid next to the water dreaming in with the fishes and swimming with the river the stone dreamed of jumping in the fresh water. All his family members were down there in the clear river gazing up to the blue sky but where the little stone laid the trees covered up the sunshine and a glinse of sky through every leaf was the only piece of blue for him to see. He could not move. He tried riding the wind going swoosh and the leafs dropping with a clash but none of them seemed to stop for him to ride on. He tried wiggling and jiggling his body but he could not move. He tried making sounds like boing and doing and bo peep but none of it helped. He was helpless until one day.....

Journal Entry #23 People oftern say “if we can send a man to the moon, surely we can figure out how to .....” complete the sentence five different ways.

.....send a dog to the moon .....make the world safe with no crime .....make love and peace adjoin ......drink a cup of coffee ......send the moon to a man

Journal entry #24- free write

The accepted usage of essays these days are the ones that includes all information and informs all opinion of one and persuades the reader to believe what they say but still is short. That is why in every book about writing for example in "100ways to be accepted in Harvard with just a good essay" or "professional essays" or etc ask you to write a story as short as possible. For example if we were to describe a rose one might say 'the rose stayed elegantly on the mantel piece with the other statues as if it was one too with its long neck facing the living room and onto each petal was a silver like drop of crystal that would send the women to tears in a proposal" but the "professionals" would disapprove of this carefully written sentence and ask for something like "The rose stayed on the mantel piece with the other statues as it stayed elegantly facing the living room" or something even more simple and short. No longer is the style of a long descriptive and carefully chosen adj are the best way to carve a essay but the short and cut in sentences that seem to be so boring to read. For example in one book it may describe a marvelous medicine as "the marvelous medicine then suddenly started to bubble oh so quickly and in a deliberate way that one would have no time to take his/her face from and the bubbles stood there clouding into pieces of monstrous shapes. They quickly formed into a bone like creature and dove back into the pot like a mouse in a mouse hole escaping from the cat." but the pros would rather want something like " they medicine then suddenly started to bubble and shaped into a bone like creature and back into the pot" How boring would the book be if all there was to the book was just the noun, verb, and one adj in each sentence. So i get how ppl try to prefer the short sentences and simplified ways to write but everyone has their own ways of writing. For some ppl they like to write short and simplified, for some they like long and imaginative. Lets not get in the middle to judge which one is better for really there's nothing to it.

journal entry 25 reflect on the process of writing a short story. What did you enjoy about it.? What was difficult? How would you approach it differently if you did it again?

There were so many ideas to write about and the thought of "free write" and "creative writing" was a range that we could bring any type of short story into. After i wrote my story i thought of another short story to write about but since i was 2nd to read mine i didn't have as much time as most of the students in the class. So i think writing the whole idea into a short story in a short amount of time was a bit difficult and i wanted to edit some more parts and add some more interesting ideas but i couldn't. If i did it again i would first write all the ideas that come into my mind, write them done, find the best one that would match my story and write it slowly and make the climax a bit more exiting and the ending a bit more interesting. Also when i first hear that we had to write a short story i was totally lost and it brought a lot of pressure onto me but after writing one i figured it wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. So I would open my mind freely to any advice and thought that i can think of and approach my short story. Also what i enjoyed about the whole short story thing was that i could write anything and actually perform it in front of my classmates and hear what they think about and their ideas toward my story.

Journal entry 26 A person's choice of a dog is said to express something about his or her personality. Choose five individuals whose names are well-known internationally. What kind of dog would you choose for each. Why? explain

Paris Hilton would express a Chi wawa (how do you spell it). I first thought of a Poodle but since Paris Hilton is not as elegant as a poodle but stuck up as one i thought of a Chi wawa a skinny small dog who is always in the party mood and is ready to drink gallons of alcohol and is always hyper. A chi wawa kind of seems like the dog has nothing in that small head of his/her and that is what Paris Hilton looks like. A empty headed skinny brat who thinks the can pee anywhere. Small but vicious.

Jack Nicholson would express a bull dog. SInce he is kind of stupid looking (no offense) and kind of mean looking but when you see the inside of them all they are, is just a poor dog whimpering inside for love and affection. A poor guy who looks rough but inside he is just another human being and even a more fragile one. BUt when a bull dog gets mad they get whopping mad and thats what Jack Nicholoson would.

Lady gaga looks like an exotic poodle.

Michael Jackson would express a new type of dog. A dog that has never existed before him. One that makes the world as they live and not live in the world that is made. one who knows how to grab the world with his talents. A very talented and well shaped dog. Though very fragile in the inner part and wants everything to be perfect.

And only the perfect man on the earth would express as a golden retriever who knows how to love and care for their owner and always thinks carefully before acting. Knowing their owners and being a true man/dog. A dog that guides his owner through hard times. !!

April 8th, 2010 - Mayonnaise song - (journal #27)

Mayo pong Mayo Pyong MayoMayoMayo Pong Mayo Shing Mayo Ling Mayo Mayo Mayonnaise Mayo good Mayo eat Mayo healthy fealthy food eat it buy it go to market buy it more and more to like it eat it with salad eat it with bread it it with chicken wicked lick it off its bottle and shake it till there are no more left and squeeze it out!!

Journal Entry 28 Free Write

I AM

I am a nutty girl who likes dolphins. I wonder what I, and the world, will be like in the year 2012 I hear silence pulsing in the middle of the night. I see a dolphin flying up to the sky. I want the adventure of life before it passes me by. I am a nutty girl who likes dolphins.

I pretend that I'm the ruler of the world. I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. I touch the sky, the stars, the moon, and all the planets as representatives of mankind. I worry about the devastation of a nuclear holocaust. I cry for all the death and poverty in the world I am a nutty girl who likes dolphins.

I understand the frustration of not being able to do something easily. I say that we are all equal. I dream of traveling to other points on the earth. I try to reach out to poor and starving children. I hope that mankind will be at peace and not die out. I am a nutty girl who likes dolphins.

Angela Visionary, unclear, nutty daughter of Oh-Sang Kwon and Seung-hye Ko Sister of Seong-Jin Who wonders what I, and the world, will be like in the year 2012 Who needs a silence pulsing in the middle of the night, I see a dolphin flying up to the sky who wants the adventure of life before it passes me by Who likes pretending that I'm the ruler of the world Who feels the weight of the world on my shoulders Who touches the sky, the stars, the moon, and the planets as representatives of mankind Who fears the devastation of nuclear holocaust Who cries for all the death and poverty in the world and understands the frustration of not being able to do something easily Who would like to see that we are all equal Who dreams of traveling to other points on the earth Who tries to reach out to poor and starving children Who hopes that mankind will be at peace and not die out Resident of Seoul Kwon

Journal Entry 29 Write about a moment when you and another person (sibling, friend, parent, etc.) bonded.

When i was in 7th grade i fought with my mom a lot. It was hard time for me because of many reasons and also because i couldn't trust my mom and talk with her freely about things. I had a lot of difficulties one day and i fought with her severely. She tried to understand me but i didn't want her to try and i was mad and i guess i was in my "4chungi" Then without saying anything i left my house. I went all the way to busan to my far away friends house and decided to stay there for 2 days until i felt okay. I didn't know she was looking for me until when i was listening to the radio the next day and heard that my mom was sorry and she wanted me back. When i listened to my mom that they broadcasted live on radio my heart strung with pain as she sobbed. I called her later and we talked through and got things over and for first time in several months i realized that she really did care for me and that she loved me and i loved her. I was too blind to notice it over my fury for nothing. I felt sad and we bonded like rice in marshmallows and like no other mother and daughter now we are probably the closest !!

Journal Entry 30

When i grow up i want to design everything and make everything the way i want to. LIke design my own clothes the way i want and my phone and my room and my whole house. I want to make My house the way i want with "hogwarts' Like figure and feeling. Sometimes as i look at houses or clothes and see something not my style kind of thing. i want to design it new in "my way" but i cant right now but some day i really want to. Live in a world that everything is designed in my way!

Journal Entry # 31

Write in the voice of a rope about to snap. At least one paragraph 5-8 sentences.

"So remind again why you are the one to be mad." as she said those very words it wasn't a shrieking voice, Nor shouting or yelling or any of them jazz. It was calm but strong. Strong enough to have broken a tight rope. Even from across the telephone line we could imagine her mouth in a straight line pursed to the very bottom, with the muscles twitiching out. Yes it was our fault that we hadn't stopped it and we were wrong, but to apologize seemed scary. The way she was talking was something we had never heard from her, the quite, nice, friendly Lady. It was all so wrong and weird. THe errieness filled the room with just hearing her voice, or not even her voice but even her own warm breath sound on the telephone seemed to pierce and drive into our hearts. "Think about it and tell me later when you are ready to talk" She said and slowly we let go of the phone with the sigh of relief. At least we had time before apologizing.

Journal Entry #32 -Reflect on the group work portion of your commercial project. How did you measure up? Do you believe that you contributed to the group as much as others? What was your role? Did you learn anything new about yourself and how you work in groups during this project?

I did a fair enough job. Yes i think i contributed to the group as much as the others. MY role was mainly acting out the scenes. Like in the 3rd scene where i was playing soccer and in the bathroom. Also i was the camera man for one scene and I think our teams equally contributed enough for a good commercial to come out. We really had good team work and everyone did a great job. I didn't really learn something new about myself but i realized for a team to produce a project it is like one artwork where everyone has to do an equall amount and everyone has to contribute something like some of their time or money to produce a group work. I think we worked great and i really enjoyed this project. It helped me bring out my creativiness.

Journal Entry #33

Pick a character from a day time soap opera. Put him or her in a stranded commuter train. Write about what he or she is feeling or thinking at that moment.

- She is thinking of New York. A land of opportunities to come. She is an African American but her skin is milky brown with glamorous smooth silky black hair and a gorgeous face. She is running away from her drug addict dad and her long gone mom and her dream is a model. She has seen the onstyle "America's Next Top Model" and she is dreaming of taking a change. She feels free away from her retarded parents but at the same time, worried about her life. How Will she survive without any money. Where in New york does she have to go to find a modeling agency. Was she going to survive safely? She is dreaming of the New York life and though she is worried she is very confident because she was a beauty. The next Tyra banks, and she was ready. And as the train comes to a stop she carries her small luggage out of the train and holding her right hand to her forehead, covering the sunlight, she gazes into the horizon with her piercing green eyes. Dreaming of the days to come.

Assignment

- Rewrite the fairy tale. Snow white from the point of view of one the seven dwarfs.

Sleepy Grumpy Doc Sneezy Bashful Dopey Happy

Grumpy

Dont You just HATE it when you're having a peacful day and a good quite life when someone just bashes in to it like its none of their business that they are ruining your life and they come with their eyes all big and brown and saying that they need just NEED your help so you have to give up your peaceful life and feel all sad for them and go on and make them feel good. I JUST HATE THAT and i happened to me on a morning and a bright one too with all the birds singing their songs and we were all doing our work like good old people when SNOW WHITE just had to just HAD To barge ins aksing for help. and for gods sake everyone fell into her totally inocent big brown eyes and her snow white skin and decided to take her in. We dont even have a bread piece to spare for each other let alone a tall looking women and she goes all needful and again

Entry #34

-You can tell a lot about a person by what her or she says. Here are some things Grandma Dorothy always says:

"You can never be too dressed up" "A woman should never ask a man to dance" "He is quite a snappy dresser"

Based on these sentences, imagine what kind of person Grandma Dorothy is. Write a paragraph describing her. Feel Free to use any or all of her questions.

Grandma Dorothy always has the same outfit. The same style at least with brown leather like shoes that point at the sides and her dark brown pants slinky at her sides with the taste of orange at the top. She always had that Orange, green HUGE ring that seemed as if it was very important to her. She was always pursing up her lips and she was a sharp needle indeed. Her huge green eyes matching her bright white, pale skin. SHe was such a beauty before. It was as if her whole body was shining with light, but always she took care of herself nice and round. Never breaking up and saying her thoughts to her problems.

April 28th, 2010 - Scrubbed Floor - (journal #35)

Write from the point of view of a freshly scrubbed floor.

I am always freshly scrubbed. Filled with soap and water around my face, my body is glistening and i'm white as snow. My smooth surfaces without the glimpse of dirt or dust is gleaming with delight with well cared night cream and day cream to shine it. But I, the freshly scrubbed Floor HATE THIS. i want to be dirty, i want to be filled with a bit of grit and dirt and mud. I want to know how the nature feels like roughly onto my soft skin. I don't want anymore of the boring glistener or the soap and water that washes me down cleanly, swiftly, i just want some dirt to kiss me on my clean lips and sweep me down with the soft breeze. I'm bored of being scrubbed and cleaned. I really am. April 29th, 2010 - Standing for my Beliefs - (journal #36)


 * //Is there a cause you care about a lot? How far would you go to stand up for what you believe?

Yes. The cause I stand up for most is Help poor children in need.// I would stand up as far as i can to help Poor children like how Michael Jackson tried to help. I would stand up and shout for my cause and i would picket with people and support each troop for helping Poor children. I would promote people to donate and i would stand outside of subways with the donating box.

I even wrote a bit of poem about my causes of life

Autobiopoem

Angela Visionary, unclear, nutty Daughter of Oh-Sang Kwon and Seung-Hye Ko Sister of Seong-Jin Who wonders what I, and the world, will be like in the year 2012 5 Who needs a silence pulsing in the middle of the night Sees see a dolphin flying up to the sky Who wants the adventure of life before it passes me by Who likes pretending that I'm the ruler of the world Who feels the weight of the world on my shoulders 10 Who touches the sky, the stars, the moon, and the planets as representatives of mankind Who fears the devastation of nuclear holocaust Who cries for all the death and poverty in the world Who understands the frustration of not being able to do something easily 15 Who would like to see that we are all equal Who dreams of traveling to other points on the earth Who tries to reach out to poor and starving children Who hopes that mankind will be at peace and not die out Resident of Seoul 20 Kwon

May 3rd, 2010 - Hiding from Someone - (journal #37)

Write about a time you hid from someone. Or a time you disguised who you really were.

I Hid from mom at the mall. I was supposed to be home studying but i just needed to have a girls night out and i went to the mall to buy some clothes and makeup when i met my mom with her friends and her friends daughter who was with me was also supposed to be studying at home. So we head behind counters and went in the bathroom when unfortunately and VERY unfortunately the mothers apparentely had to use the bathroom as well, but all the stalls were being used and we were cornered up in the bathroom. Fortunately there was a extra powder room and we went in there. Then one of the moms had to use the powder room as well so we just dumped the whole powder up our face so that our face didn't show and we put the facial care mask that we bought a few minutes ago and acted like we were having skin care and it was a very risky mission but we were succesful.

May 6th, 2010 - Uplifting Experience - (journal #38)

Recall an uplifting experience and write about it.

May 3rd, 2010 - Free Write - (journal #39)

When Poem

When I was the wind Traveling In all directions To fly around the earth Stopping only for a short breath

When I was the wind 5 I ran; reaching through the farmers head To sweep through each hair strand Drying the warm sweat trickling down

When I was the wind Seeing a girl fall down and cry 10 To extend my arms and stick out my hands brushing off the bitter tears wetting her cheeks

When I was the wind Flying with the bees To arrive at the flower buds 15 smelling the sweet honey and floating along

When I was the wind catching the tune of each music To suspend on each note tuning along in rhythm helping the waves arrive safely to their corners 20

When I was the wind

Entry #40

Take Two people who dislike each other and stick them in the backseat of a cab. What happens?

This is something i had always thought about and when it came out as a prompt for creative writing class i was pretty amazed except the difference is that i wasn't thinking of the backseat of a cab. The background would be a crime scene where they are either kidnapped or they are trapped in a dangerous situation together and they only have each other to trust and rely on to save each other. I think what would happen would be they would take all the trouble they had together back and forget them for now on and concentrate on what is happening to each other. And as they save each other and fight the bad guys they would realize that no matter how much they hated each other, the ones who saved each other was each other. They would realize how they are like brothers and sisters, even if they fight, they will never be able to turn each others back against each. I think it would be a pretty amusing thing if it really happened. When two enemies are trapped together in a scene where they are kept as the hostige against some dangerous terrorist and they would both save the day and each other. It would be a amusing story......i guess....

Entry #41

List 10-15 things worth saving and then choose one to write about.

1. pictures 2. letters 3. drawings 4. writings 5. books 6. sign 7. Photos 8. canned food 9.

I think keeping Photos are most worth saving since photos are something that will last in our lives forever. Unlike other stuff photos show our lives directly and later in life, the only thing that stays left in our lives are the photos.

Memories fade but photos last some friend fall off but pictures of them last people die but their pictures last we may not be able to see everything with our own eyes but we can see anything from the eye of a camera Trips may not last but pictures last Children may grow but their childhood stays the same always in the picture

Journal Entry #42

- There are only three worlds in the English dictionary that start with DW: -DWELL live in or at a specified place -DWINDLE diminish gradually in size, amount, or strength -DWARF a member of a mythical race of short, stocky humanlike creatures who are generally skilled in mining and metalworking.

write a paragraph that incorporates all three of these DW words.

As the amount of dwarfs dwelling in the country side dwindled, no longer did the countryside folks have young and healthy workers to help with farming. All the dwarfs were up in the cities, finding their jobs in nice big building and living a life full of luxury that they would have never imagined having in the country side. ONly the old ancient ones were left in the country with not enough hands to work up a farm. And since not much people worked in a farm, not much sources were provided. There wasn't enough rice or flour, and no natural sources to make food. Soon enough the old ancient ones would no longer be able to work in farms and leave earth and all the natural sources would be vanished from earth.**

May 17th, 2010 - Zebra's Stripes - (journal #43)**

//"Yipes," said the zebra. "I've lost my stripes." Continue the paragraph, using as many words as you possibly can that rhymes with yipes.//

Rhyming words : Type, Pipe, Snipe, Tripe, Gripe, Ripe, Wipe.

--- my stripes were wiped off my back. Since my gripe might not bring back my wiped stripes i must hold my mind tight and use my tripe to search my stripes." And so it goes that the Zebra looked everywhere including the many types of pipes and came across a snipe. "hello there snipe, have you seen my stripes?" asked the zebra. "no i haven't seen your black and white stripes that you gripe of that have been wiped" then the zebra said "then do you mind if you take off your pinstripe? If you dont mind the hype you will get" The snipe said "do not mistype my belief. NO way, not my pinstripe you old bagpipe. Never my pinstripe. Well then, have you looked in the drainpipe or blowpipe or standpipe then?" the zebra said "yes i have looked even under the tintype but not a single stripe is left. So please can i have a sideswipe of your pinstripe" but again the old snipe refused then a great hype of wind blew and the pinstripe stripped off of the snipe right off and there underneath laid the wiped off sniped off stripes. "Why it was you all along!" yelled furious zebra but suddenly snipe started crying and wailing "but i wanted to have stripes as well i was a normal type of unstripped bird but not anymore. so...so" and he burst our crying. So the old bagpipe zebra decided that he would give half of his stripes to snipe since snipe was so small and they lived a happily riped life.

Entry #44

List 12 things you can buy with your last 20,000 W

- I can buy a lottery ticket that might win me a lotttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt of money - I can a pencil case and the stuff i want to put in it - I can buy a bobby brown makeup eyeliner - I can buy some leggings or stocking that would be useful - I can buy 1 caramel makiato, 1 icecream waffle and a chocolate fudge bagel - I can buy a tiny cake that would make our whole family happy - I can buy a Indiana Bowl Chicken Salad in BUtter finger pancakes - I can buy 1 strawberrfloat and 1 bannan'n'nut pancake with hagendaz cookies and cream flavored icecream on top. - I can buy a flipflop - I can ride a taxi and randomly go anywhere - I can buy 5 lunches without drink but 4 lunches with drink - I can travel the world in each and every highway - I can buy facial cream at the body shop - I can buy my dog the jerky toy i always craved on buying - I can buy a nice makeup case for someone - I can buy a half of "dear john" from benefit - I can buy mangoes - I can buy bananas

Entry #45 free write

I dont exactly know from when that writing journals and essay was a homework yet to be done. When i was young i used to love writing. I would write journals every day without a single day missing. And all my journals weren't just 1 paragraph but were around 2 pages and so. how i loved writing. Everytime i came back from my writing institution and we were assigned an essay, i would go right home and start it without stopping for food or anything. It was my favorite part of life, writing, (well i guess not favorite but you get how much i loved it? right?) but when i think about writing now and all the journals i have to turn in, i really don't do my best and i get so lazy that i keep my pages blank until the last day and start writing, And my ideas and creativeness aren't as good as they used to be. Its so sad that i had lost one of my favorite hobbies and even though i try to bring them back, i dont seem to find the joy of writing anymore. In those times that i could write it think of rather surfing the web or watching tv. I really should find a way to go back soon or else, i wont be able to find that joy for the rest of my life.

Entry #46

- Reflect on your digital storytelling project.

I think i did a fair job since i worked on it so hard but then on the last second i added some music and i thought that because of that my project didn't turn out so good because first of all the music lyrics drowned out my voice in the imovie and then second of all i couldn't really understand the story line because the lyrics and my voice got all mixed up. Other than that i thought the length and all the other stuff was okay and i did my best to keep it fun.....which i may not have for some people but i can do better next time :)

I thought everyone did a good job and since everyone's was short it was more fun to watch since the story didn't drag or have any boring vidoes moving on for hours and hours making me sleepy so i thought everyone did a good job and i pretty much enjoyed this project but i really realized that individual projects are not as fun as group projects since group projects, you have everyone's idea and you can create each idea and blend it in with the others and i think next time we do a project like this, we do it as a group.

Entry #47

use the all of the following words in a story: plastic, bottle, baseball. dirty, handkerchief, crumpled note, unhinged door.

The plastic bottle was hanging from the window. It was filled with nuclear acids which would probably blow up the whole dimsdale town and the whole of LA and no one was there to stop it. Nobody was capable of stopping the mass murder since the terrorist were probably some thousand KM away, watching from the camera and enjoying the sight of the horror stricken people hanging their money for a flight away from Dimsdale but the terrorists had taken care of the planes for they blackmailed the pilots that the second the first plane flew off from the ground, they would drop the plastic bottle and everything would be over. They didn't want anything, not even money since they probably didn't need it with all the money they probably had so it might as be a powerful man, a very powerful man but who? there was really nobody so desperate to kill LA. Inside the bottle laid a dirty handkerchief dipped in nuclear liquid, probably not noticing that everyone life depended on the old cloth and the unhinged door ready to collapse on the string that was holding the bottle against from falling. It was such a desperate sight. IF only someone could cause the bottle to go into the cushion room on the left causing the nuclear acid to be just a wast and nothing more. IF only,...... then a kid stepped out of the crowd. He was wearing a rusty old baseball hat with a dirty uniform that looked like he took it out of his brothers closet. He was skinny and weak looking and he was carrying a baseball.........a baseball.......???THATS IT!! a BASEBALL!! just what they needed!!!! If just the kid was a good enough pitcher......

Journal entry #48

Do you agree that if you give respect, you get it? Explain.

Of all the people you know, who is the person you respect the most of all? Why? WHat has the person done to earn your respect?

What actions do you take to earn the respect of others?

You have to reach a certain position in your life. Whether it is social life or office life or study life or anything, the position you are in matters the most. And from there to earn the respect of others you must not draw attention to oneself. You must not be the most visible man to exist for the winner always stays quite before reaching the top. You must not put on airs or strike an attitude. Showing off is the most visible expose that seems like you want to be revealed and be informed about and that is the opposite of being respected but respecting your self, You must put yourself lower than others and put the others higher than yourself.

entry # 49

Write about a task, job or chore you dislike

I very much hate waking up in the morning. But I don't hate waking up in the morning all the time. During the weekends i love to wake up early in the morning because i am very anxious to wake up early in the morning. rise and shine to the great sunlights for a whole new day with a nice morning buffet and a quick trip with my family. It is perhaps the best of the days but during school days i just can't seem to wake up early in the morning even though i loved it when i woke up even early on the weekends. I sometimes think, if there is nothing different from the weekends why can't ii wake up early? what if they said monday was sunday and sunday was monday. would i be able to wake up like usual? i wonder....

Entry # 50

write about someone you would love to see put in jail

i don't really have someone i would love to see put in jail. Unless they murdered people and all that stuff that we see in the news but these people are already in jail and i'm not really into politics so i don't really have a person that i would like to see in jail from the government or anything. When you think of it there are a lot of people who should go into jail like people who bribe or teachers who sell SAT questions or people who are


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Reﬂect on your ﬁnal project. Why did you choose it and what do you think you learned from the process of creating it?