Hampton Beach

Hampton beach is so cool
It has waves a mile high
I sometimes feel like a fool
when I fall and die


The ocean there is like a cold pool
and on the beach is where i lie
my boogey board is my only tool
when i try not to die

Me and my cousin sometimes have a duel
when we ride the waves a mile high
We knock eachother into the great big pool
and make eachother die

Struggles Out at Sea

Santiago has many struggles in the novella, The Old Man and the Sea, by Ernest Hemingway. He has to try and catch an enormously large marlin, which is two feet longer than his skiff is. Also, he has to fend of sharks that try to attack the marlin. And, he is out there all alone with nobody out there to help him. As long as the old man does not get naive then his struggles should not be worse than they already are.

There is nothing tougher than trying to catch a fish that is larger than the little skiff that someone is in. “‘He is two feet larger than the skiff,’ the old man said.” (63). If he gets too sloppy the fish could pull him miles away or he would just lose the fish. This was truly significant to the story and Santiago, because this is the fish of his dreams. He was ambitious to catching this fish because he is poor and hasn't caught any real fish in a long time. He wanted his golden fish. This is an enormous struggle because he is only a little old man trying to catch a fish that weighs a significant amount more than the man. He is out there with a fishing pole which would make the fish even tougher to catch for it cannot handle the weight and size of the fish. However, he is a wise old man and uses his intelligence to catch this fish and overcome this struggle. He was very manipulative with the line in such a way where he would pull the line in little by little every time the fish circled. This made it easier for him to catch the fish.

When he was alone at sea trying to catch an enormous fish in a small skiff, he had to make every move right. Santiago was out there all by himself, not another boat for miles. He wanted the compassionate boy who loved him and would always help him. When his hand cramped up he had no one to help him with the line or to rub his hand and help him out. “‘I wish I had the boy. To help me and to see this.’”(48) It was a significant struggle because he needed somebody’s help out there at sea. He cannot do everything by himself because it is a lot of work. He has to reel in the fish and make sure that the fish doesn’t come off of the line. He ends up getting rid of his cramp by rubbing it and not overworking it and manages the line by himself. The old man is devoted to catching this fish, through pain or not.

He has to fend off an aggressive shark when he is an old man and is way out at sea all alone is no easy task. The shark has incredible speed and strength, and the old man has lost most of his. “The shark came in a rush and the old man hit him as he shut his jaws.” (114). The fact that he was also weak from being out at sea for more than three days makes this certain thing even more of a struggle. He would not be able to move as swiftly or forcefully as he would if he had not been fatigued. This was probably the worse and most important struggle that Santiago faces throughout the book. If he does not fend off the sharks, then his marlin will get torn to pieces. If he does not fend off the shark and the marlin gets torn to pieces then the whole trip would have been for nothing. He fought off the sharks for the most part, but he was a noble man and apologized to the fish.

Having any struggles when he is alone at sea can be pretty stressful for him. Especially if he is trying to catch a fish significantly larger than himself and his boat. Having patience when you are out there is key, if he tried to pull it in while he was struggling could have caused him to lose the fish, but the old man was cautious and did not get too careless. He was trying to catch that fish with a cramped hand and nobody else out there to help him manage the line. And the worst part is when he was being attacked by hungry sharks that have amazing speed and strength when he has been out at sea for more than three days and are week. In the Old Man and the Sea, Santiago undergoes these struggles and manages to work his way out of his problems. By fighting a shark, by outsmarting the fish, and by using his smarts when he is out at sea. He has many struggles, and is able to manage through them.

The French Man who Stole a Guitar

SMASH!

“What was that? Who is there?” Fred shouted into the darkness.

There was a loud cacophony followed by a malignant French laughter. Fred realized that a man came into his home unheralded and he got up and felt his way through the darkness turning on the light in the hallway and made his way downstairs. The living room window was annulled and pieces of glass were spread out over the living room.

Fred grabbed the nearest object to him which was a blue umbrella, held it up next to his face and walked towards the doorway which led to the kitchen. There was a loud clutter in the kitchen, but when Fred got in there a dark shadow moved out a doorway into a hallway and up the stairs. Fred thought that it was ok because he didn’t have anything valuable in the house other than his guitar.

Fred realized that the guitar was upstairs where the man went. The guitar is orange and yellow, and it is a Gibson LEs Paul. Fred ran as fast as he could up the stairs and into his bedroom where the guitar was. When he turned around he saw the mysterious man. He was very tall and strong, He had a large nose, a curly mustache and triangular beard, and he had hair growing out of his ears.

“That guitar belongs to me now, Fred.” The mysterious French man said sardonically.

“Ummm, no it doesn’t, it’s still mine.” Said Fred.

“Not anymore, hahaha!” And with one wily jump he was out of the window, and into the night.

Immediately following this incident Fred called the police. The police came over and started asking questions. The policeman that interviewed him was a amicable man who was very come throughout the interview.

“What did he look like?”

“He was very tall, he looked strong. He had a large nose a curly mustache and triangular beard; he was bald and had ear hair sticking out a mile. He also had this horrid effluvia that radiated off of him, it made me want to puke.”

“Not him again, that was Jacque Rousseau. He has stolen from twenty houses in the past week, what did he take from you?”

“He took my guitar.”

“How much was it worth?”

“Well money wise it was $1,562, but it belonged to my grand father and my own father.”

“We will try to catch him as soon as we can.”

The police then left, and Fred realized he was in a quagmire. Had had to find this man and stop him. He felt like a buffoon for letting the man take his prized possession. The malefacto crossed the line when he took the guitar, and he was going to pay for it.

Fred was walking down a street in the city, where he noticed a tall many with funny facial features. When the man turned around he immediately noticed who the man was, it was Jacque Rousseau. Immediately Fred ran after him. Jacque was fast though, and new the city well. Every dark alley he ran into was narrow and filled with junk but Rousseau always knew when to jump or duck or side step out of the way. Jacque climbed up a fire escape and into an empty building, quickly Fred followed him.

The room was dark with one light in the ceiling that was dim, and there was no furniture other than a ragged twin sized bed, a multicolored couch, and a fridge and stove. However, when Fred got into the backroom he saw many things, including his guitar which was prostrate on the ground. His guitar was oddly discreet from television sets, drum sets, parts of cars, computers, and an alarm clock. There were also many paltry items scattered throughout the room.

Fred wondered why the man, who lived in a run down apartment, would steal all these valuable items and not even try to make money off of them. Fred reached into his pocket to grab his phone but he heard a loud noise which made him curious, so he went out to see if it was the French man. Standing in the middle of the room was Jacque.

“I’ve been waiting for you Fred,” Jacque said.

“How do you know who I am?”

“I’ve been watching you, every second of everyday.”

“How? ”

“I’ve been standing outside your window, or I would be in your closet or just around your house.”

“Why?”

“You had something I wanted; I have been looking for it for a long time, the guitar.”

“Why did you want the guitar?” As Fred said that he was slipping his hand into his pocket and slowly took out his phone and put it behind him.

“Because it looked cool, it’s very valuable to you, and I had a yen for it.”

“You shouldn’t steal for any reason,” As Fred said this he dialed 911 and called it, keeping his hand behind his back. Fred knew that he didn’t really have to say anything because the police would come anyway. “Yeah, well now I am taking back what is rightfully mine.” Fred turn and ran into the room with all the stuff. He grabbed his guitar and ran back out, but when he got into the room, Jacque wasn’t there.

CRACK! Jacque his Fred over the head with a flower pot he had stolen that day. Fred was on the ground unconscious. Jacque saw that Fred had called 911 because it said so on his phone. This infuriated Jacque and Jacque grabbed the guitar, went to the fire escape, bashed it on the edge so it was broken, and then through what was left of it over the fire escape.

As Jacque walked back into the room the police barged in and arrested Jacque.

“We finally got you.” The Chief said.

“Chief, all the stuff is back here other than the guitar.”

As this was said Jeff got up, and freaked out because his guitar was missing. He looked around for it and when he got to the fire escape he realized the guitar was destroyed.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”

First Quarter outside reading book review

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.

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.