The lost boy, by David Pelzer. Genre: Auto Biography
The lost boy is the sequel to a child called it. It is about him while he was a child, David was abused, and this book shows how he gets away from his mother. He has a tough time fitting in with his friends. He tries to be someone he's not. He steals from stores to impress people, and his so called "friend" set a fire then blamed him for it. He got sent to Juvenile Hall for that, but he got off easy with good behavior. It wasn't all that easy, his mother tries to claim that David was crazy, and that she did nothing wrong. She tried to get him sent to a mental hospital so he wouldn't be happy and so she could win. The judge didn't by it though because of his excellent behavior at Judi. David was a wild troublemaker. Many people didn't like him because he was an "F Child" (foster child), they thought that it was his fault that he was a foster child and not a lot of people wanted to have anything to do with him.
"One child who never had anything at all, searches for something he never had before, love" It says on the back cover.
David Pelzer really exemplifies what he is thinking. He really wants everyone to know exactly how he felt when he was a child. He wanted everyone to know that kids who were abused, who have to juggle through different foster homes, have a real hard time fitting in with the other kids. He showed a lot of his thought because; he didn't talk too much because he didn’t have anyone to really talk to until he was a teenager and got real friends, who actually cared about him. This is way different from the harry potter books, or the hardy boy books, because the other books really describe the scenery very well. They put more effort into the imagery of the book, rather than the thoughts and the words that are being said.
"I might as well give up. She wins, she always wins." (David was thinking to himself) This is a good example because it shows his fear, and how much she controls him, just through his thoughts.
This book was excellent. The author, who is also the character, really showed emotion while writing this book. It is hard to really pin point the theme, but I would say abuse is bad, or be yourself. The general reason why he wrote this book was to show how hard it is for children who are abused. But the be yourself is a theme, because when he was just a child he tried to be something that he wasn't, and all the kids who were his "friend" were just using him. It wasn't until he was a teenager until he started to be himself, and that is when he got friends that actually cared about him. This book affected me because it made me realize even more that foster children are not bad, and abuse is just horrible. Even when the abuse ended he had a hard time because he didn't fit in, he was jumping from school to school, and he was jumping from house to house. I enjoyed this story because it always made me want to read more, there was just something about it that I did not want to put it down.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
swirly sand
Swirly Sand
Sometimes people with many items of financial wealth don’t realize which are more important, items or experiences. I guess it is just the way you look at it. How does anyone know what is important? So why is it that some people feel that items, are more important than experiences?
It’s Saturday morning. I wake up but nobody else is up yet. I decide that I am going to play some video games on my Playstation 2. I grab my madden game turn on the Playstation and put it in. I start to play the game by playing an exhibition game. I play an easy team so I can crush them. I end up winning the game seventy seven to zero. I decide to play them one more time to see if I can beat my score. In the first quarter I have one hundred and fifty passing yards, and ninety seven rushing yards. The score after the first quarter is twenty one to zero. The second quarter my numbers increase. I end up with four hundred passing yards at the end of the first half, and the score is forty nine to zero. I laugh to myself as I start the second half. I completely destroy them in the second half. In the second half I have five hundred fifty passing yards and two hundred and thirty rushing yards. The final score is me, eighty, them zero. I go downstairs to see if anybody is up yet, still nobody. So I go back upstairs to watch my favorite movie, the SpongeBob SquarePants movie. After I watch it I go downstairs and everybody is up now, but they ate breakfast without me.
“Hey Tom, let’s play a game,” My cousin Mikey said.
“Ok, what is the game?” I ask Mikey.
“I bury the football, and you have to find it.” Mikey answered.
“I don’t know what if we can’t find it?” I ask again.
“Don’t worry I will remember where I bury it.” Mikey replied.
“You sure?” I ask.
“Yes” Mikey answered.
“Ok then, I’ll go over there and wait for you to bury it.” I said as I started to walk away. I wait about ten minutes and then Mikey told me he had buried the ball. I walk over to him. I dug about ten holes took a break, and then dug ten more.
“Ok I can’t find it anywhere Mikey, where is it?” I asked Mikey.
“Just look for a swirl in the ground and then dig there, that is where I buried the football.” Mikey answered me.
I looked around and I saw about fifty swirls. I dug in about ten of them and then said, “Mikey there is about fifty swirls here”
“Oh yeah I made some decoy holes.” Mikey said.
So I dug in all the swirls I saw. The football was nowhere to be found. “Mikey just tell me where it is.” I say.
“Yeah well the thing is I don’t remember where it is, after you dug the first hole I completely forgot.” We kept on looking but we never found the football.
I value my Playstation and when my cousin buried his football in different, but similar ways. I value my Playstation, which is slim and black, because it gives me something to do when I am bored. I can watch movies, play video games, and I can also listen to music on it. Also, because it has an usb port I can charge my iPod on it which is useful when my IPod is dead. Also, I value my Playstation because I can use it repeatedly. Unless I sell it, which I doubt I will unless I get the new Playstation, I can always use it. My Playstation is not my most valuable possession, my guitar is, but is worth probably ninety dollars now, but when I got it was one hundred and fifty dollars. I value my experience because it makes me laugh when I’m hanging out with my cousin, who buried the football. And it is also hilarious because I have never heard of anybody doing what my cousin did. What made it even funnier was it was a good football, but not anymore. I prefer my Playstation over the experience because it is reoccurring and I can use it whenever I am home.
I prefer my Playstation over the experience because i can constantly use it. My experience only happened once and i doubt that it will happen again. My playstation is also fun and gives me something to do when i am bored. My experience is fun to talk about, but only when i am around family, if theres no one around what am i going to do, tell it to myself? No i am going to play my playstation.
Sometimes people with many items of financial wealth don’t realize which are more important, items or experiences. I guess it is just the way you look at it. How does anyone know what is important? So why is it that some people feel that items, are more important than experiences?
It’s Saturday morning. I wake up but nobody else is up yet. I decide that I am going to play some video games on my Playstation 2. I grab my madden game turn on the Playstation and put it in. I start to play the game by playing an exhibition game. I play an easy team so I can crush them. I end up winning the game seventy seven to zero. I decide to play them one more time to see if I can beat my score. In the first quarter I have one hundred and fifty passing yards, and ninety seven rushing yards. The score after the first quarter is twenty one to zero. The second quarter my numbers increase. I end up with four hundred passing yards at the end of the first half, and the score is forty nine to zero. I laugh to myself as I start the second half. I completely destroy them in the second half. In the second half I have five hundred fifty passing yards and two hundred and thirty rushing yards. The final score is me, eighty, them zero. I go downstairs to see if anybody is up yet, still nobody. So I go back upstairs to watch my favorite movie, the SpongeBob SquarePants movie. After I watch it I go downstairs and everybody is up now, but they ate breakfast without me.
“Hey Tom, let’s play a game,” My cousin Mikey said.
“Ok, what is the game?” I ask Mikey.
“I bury the football, and you have to find it.” Mikey answered.
“I don’t know what if we can’t find it?” I ask again.
“Don’t worry I will remember where I bury it.” Mikey replied.
“You sure?” I ask.
“Yes” Mikey answered.
“Ok then, I’ll go over there and wait for you to bury it.” I said as I started to walk away. I wait about ten minutes and then Mikey told me he had buried the ball. I walk over to him. I dug about ten holes took a break, and then dug ten more.
“Ok I can’t find it anywhere Mikey, where is it?” I asked Mikey.
“Just look for a swirl in the ground and then dig there, that is where I buried the football.” Mikey answered me.
I looked around and I saw about fifty swirls. I dug in about ten of them and then said, “Mikey there is about fifty swirls here”
“Oh yeah I made some decoy holes.” Mikey said.
So I dug in all the swirls I saw. The football was nowhere to be found. “Mikey just tell me where it is.” I say.
“Yeah well the thing is I don’t remember where it is, after you dug the first hole I completely forgot.” We kept on looking but we never found the football.
I value my Playstation and when my cousin buried his football in different, but similar ways. I value my Playstation, which is slim and black, because it gives me something to do when I am bored. I can watch movies, play video games, and I can also listen to music on it. Also, because it has an usb port I can charge my iPod on it which is useful when my IPod is dead. Also, I value my Playstation because I can use it repeatedly. Unless I sell it, which I doubt I will unless I get the new Playstation, I can always use it. My Playstation is not my most valuable possession, my guitar is, but is worth probably ninety dollars now, but when I got it was one hundred and fifty dollars. I value my experience because it makes me laugh when I’m hanging out with my cousin, who buried the football. And it is also hilarious because I have never heard of anybody doing what my cousin did. What made it even funnier was it was a good football, but not anymore. I prefer my Playstation over the experience because it is reoccurring and I can use it whenever I am home.
I prefer my Playstation over the experience because i can constantly use it. My experience only happened once and i doubt that it will happen again. My playstation is also fun and gives me something to do when i am bored. My experience is fun to talk about, but only when i am around family, if theres no one around what am i going to do, tell it to myself? No i am going to play my playstation.
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