Monday, February 23, 2009
Book review # 2
Suzanne Weyn, who is the author of The Barcode Tattoo, has created a realistic view of what the future could hold. Kayla, who is the protagonist in this imaginative story, takes advantage of every chance she gets to escape the threshold that the government has on their lives. Taking place in the whole world, every person has been affected by the government. I really enjoyed reading this book, it allowed me to imagine and ponder about the future. If you like to imagine the future, I trust in the fact that you’ll love to read this book.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Salem Witch Trials: Free MY Soul
“Free My Soul”
By: Angela Woods 11/5/08
Word Count: 418
“I promise, why don’t you listen? I praise my Lord, say my prayers, and pay my tithes. Why would I disclaim my faith by accepting the devil’s thoughts?
I plead you all for your sympathy. My neighbor and fellow church go-err, accuses me of this crime because I had a sickness. It is fall, allergies a flare and sickness traveling.
Have you ever seen me chanting satanic songs of the under world? None of you can. I read my Bible every day and I call out to the Lord to save my soul.
If I was possessed by the devil, why would I call on the Lord and say he can do all and conquer all things.”
(My Heart beating, tears falling, and prayers constantly being spoken in my mind and under the whispers of my breath. I can’t even think of one thing that I have done to mislead Ms. Bonnet. Have I not shared my home, my food, and my clothes with her last winter? The betrayal has a burning sensation that is like a fire in a burning furnace. Tears begin to flow when I sit in despair for my life. These people could very well be accused tomorrow, or the next week.)
The pale faces come walking in, and not one set of eyes will meet mine. They each sit in their first assigned seats and I begin to weep as my chest feels with a scream of pain.
The judge reads the verdict as follows:
“Guilty, Not Guilty, Not Guilty, Guilty, Not Guilty, Guilty.”
A tied vote, now the judge has to decide the fate of my life. Whether it be death or an entire life of shunning from my village.
“We find you, as he points his superior nose towards me with a finger as straight as a knife, NOT GUILTY!”
I feel a heap of joy rush through my body and tears of happiness flow out like a fountain in the mid of town.
I look around and see some questioning faces. As if they think that I, a so-called devil worshiper am guilty. I scream to the Lord to give thanks. I then see my family who is happier than they are on Christmas Day.
I am free and I have no more worries. My Savior has saved me and I shall praise him forever and scream his name as loud as I can so it will reach the top of the mountains.
By: Angela Woods 11/5/08
Word Count: 418
“I promise, why don’t you listen? I praise my Lord, say my prayers, and pay my tithes. Why would I disclaim my faith by accepting the devil’s thoughts?
I plead you all for your sympathy. My neighbor and fellow church go-err, accuses me of this crime because I had a sickness. It is fall, allergies a flare and sickness traveling.
Have you ever seen me chanting satanic songs of the under world? None of you can. I read my Bible every day and I call out to the Lord to save my soul.
If I was possessed by the devil, why would I call on the Lord and say he can do all and conquer all things.”
(My Heart beating, tears falling, and prayers constantly being spoken in my mind and under the whispers of my breath. I can’t even think of one thing that I have done to mislead Ms. Bonnet. Have I not shared my home, my food, and my clothes with her last winter? The betrayal has a burning sensation that is like a fire in a burning furnace. Tears begin to flow when I sit in despair for my life. These people could very well be accused tomorrow, or the next week.)
The pale faces come walking in, and not one set of eyes will meet mine. They each sit in their first assigned seats and I begin to weep as my chest feels with a scream of pain.
The judge reads the verdict as follows:
“Guilty, Not Guilty, Not Guilty, Guilty, Not Guilty, Guilty.”
A tied vote, now the judge has to decide the fate of my life. Whether it be death or an entire life of shunning from my village.
“We find you, as he points his superior nose towards me with a finger as straight as a knife, NOT GUILTY!”
I feel a heap of joy rush through my body and tears of happiness flow out like a fountain in the mid of town.
I look around and see some questioning faces. As if they think that I, a so-called devil worshiper am guilty. I scream to the Lord to give thanks. I then see my family who is happier than they are on Christmas Day.
I am free and I have no more worries. My Savior has saved me and I shall praise him forever and scream his name as loud as I can so it will reach the top of the mountains.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
First Meeting of To Kill a Mocking bird
In the book To Kill a Mockingbird, there were so many issues that my group could discuss. One major topic was the idea of what Boo Radley’s house looked like. We each had our own image thoroughly drawn out in our mind. We discussed where and which house we thought looked like his house. Alex thought there was a house on the way to Jonesboro. Jessica also agreed with her. I on the other hand thought of a house that is in Newark that is way on the back roads. This house is not only abandoned, but dark, scary, and very intimidating. It was very interesting to think of the houses that everyone had imagined.
Text to Self Connection She Said Yes
Text to Self Connection
Laughter and jokes, it’s all in good fun until one day it goes too far. Some think of it as games and others take it to heart. A little giggle here, another across the room, kids grow up with the images of what is before them. Almost trying to create a mirror image, but in shambles it may fall. The laughs and comments may take their toll when the laughter seeps in. Everyone passes just as they normally would, when the plans of others may be all too different. In the book, She Said, “Yes,” Misty Bernall tries to describe the effects of change and belief in one thing. She tells the story of her own child believing so strongly about one thing so much that she would give here life for it. The story infers that you should always stand strong for what you believe.
She said,”Yes,” begins with telling about the tragic day of the many deaths of innocent lives. First it starts off telling how Cassie, a disturbed girl, began to hang out with the wrong crowd, doing bad things, and trying out new stuff. All those things began to lead to a very short and disruptive future. Her parents tried to help, but nothing seemed to help but the grace of God. As days and even weeks went by, it was tough with the fighting and the disagreements. Finally things started looking better, Cassie was beginning to live her life for her Savior. She was giving it her all in school and was trying to be an obedient child. Soon enough tragedy struck when two kids of what used to be Cassie’s past decided to take hers along with several others’ lives. She was asked a very specific question. Realizing she had to do what was right if she believed in Christ, she said, “Yes.” Cassie was killed that day but the impact that she had was unforgettable. Everyone would remember that day spiritually and emotionally.
I’m sure I am not the only one that could make a spiritual connection to this book. When I thought of Cassie turning her life over to God, I thought of my experience when I was around eight years old. I had finally accepted Jesus into my heart. I wanted to take him into everything I went through. Jesus became my best friend, secret holder, and comfort. When I thought of all of Cassie’s experiences, I actually wanted to cry, thinking of all the unsaved souls and the troubled people out in the world. By mentioning the sacred books, that she read and lived her life by, I too wanted to read the books. These books were known as Discipleship; Living for Christ in the Daily Grind and Seeking Peace; Notes and Conversations along the way, by Johann Christoph Arnold. Cassie has inspired me to read these books, become closer to my savior, and try to fulfill God’s plan for me. I have really learned to stand up for what I believe in and never let anyone tell me it’s not possible.
By: Angela Woods English 11
Laughter and jokes, it’s all in good fun until one day it goes too far. Some think of it as games and others take it to heart. A little giggle here, another across the room, kids grow up with the images of what is before them. Almost trying to create a mirror image, but in shambles it may fall. The laughs and comments may take their toll when the laughter seeps in. Everyone passes just as they normally would, when the plans of others may be all too different. In the book, She Said, “Yes,” Misty Bernall tries to describe the effects of change and belief in one thing. She tells the story of her own child believing so strongly about one thing so much that she would give here life for it. The story infers that you should always stand strong for what you believe.
She said,”Yes,” begins with telling about the tragic day of the many deaths of innocent lives. First it starts off telling how Cassie, a disturbed girl, began to hang out with the wrong crowd, doing bad things, and trying out new stuff. All those things began to lead to a very short and disruptive future. Her parents tried to help, but nothing seemed to help but the grace of God. As days and even weeks went by, it was tough with the fighting and the disagreements. Finally things started looking better, Cassie was beginning to live her life for her Savior. She was giving it her all in school and was trying to be an obedient child. Soon enough tragedy struck when two kids of what used to be Cassie’s past decided to take hers along with several others’ lives. She was asked a very specific question. Realizing she had to do what was right if she believed in Christ, she said, “Yes.” Cassie was killed that day but the impact that she had was unforgettable. Everyone would remember that day spiritually and emotionally.
I’m sure I am not the only one that could make a spiritual connection to this book. When I thought of Cassie turning her life over to God, I thought of my experience when I was around eight years old. I had finally accepted Jesus into my heart. I wanted to take him into everything I went through. Jesus became my best friend, secret holder, and comfort. When I thought of all of Cassie’s experiences, I actually wanted to cry, thinking of all the unsaved souls and the troubled people out in the world. By mentioning the sacred books, that she read and lived her life by, I too wanted to read the books. These books were known as Discipleship; Living for Christ in the Daily Grind and Seeking Peace; Notes and Conversations along the way, by Johann Christoph Arnold. Cassie has inspired me to read these books, become closer to my savior, and try to fulfill God’s plan for me. I have really learned to stand up for what I believe in and never let anyone tell me it’s not possible.
By: Angela Woods English 11
First Quarter Reflection
To start things off, I have learned a ton in this quarter of the year. We have studied sentece structures, punctuation, and a variety of new consepts. I have learned to use more muscle verbs, and more "showing" than telling details. I feel that I can use these techniques not only on the ACT, but college, and in every day life. I hope to learn more techniques this next quater that will help me become a more vivid writer and to help raise my ACT score. I really enjoy learning why you do certain things to sentenses and why you do certain things to begin sentences and phrases.
Friday, September 12, 2008
"Like I Am"
“Like I Am” Like I am a seed in the ground
Just developing the first heartbeat, the first sprout
One foot, and then another
One leaf, then grow a little taller
Happy and growing
The green becomes greener
As the blossom begins to appear
I push through the tough life of a teenager
The sidewalk is pushing in
I must never give up, I will never give in
As people stomp by, barely missing me
I stand strong and tall
I show my beliefs
The sting of the sun
Never leaving my sight
Never able to escape its glare
The looks never leave
No matter where I turn
One here, one there, one in each direction I look
The whispers get louder
As the days pass by
I see my reflection
In the puddle underneath
The mirror is sometimes cruel
In those times of need
My pedals aren’t long enough
My waist isn’t thin enough
My stem isn’t fluorescent green
My makeup has a smudge
The talks seep through
The dew pushes its way inside
As the sun rises once again
A swift breeze makes me sway side to side
As to dance at prom
Or just before an evening out
I stand tall the next day
To just catch a glimpse
To start new, with new ideas and faces
One, two, five, and ten
They all stop in amazement
I stand tall and have brilliant blossoms
I see smiles and laughter
And I am included
And my happiness shall never fall
BY: Angela Woods
11th Grade English
Just developing the first heartbeat, the first sprout
One foot, and then another
One leaf, then grow a little taller
Happy and growing
The green becomes greener
As the blossom begins to appear
I push through the tough life of a teenager
The sidewalk is pushing in
I must never give up, I will never give in
As people stomp by, barely missing me
I stand strong and tall
I show my beliefs
The sting of the sun
Never leaving my sight
Never able to escape its glare
The looks never leave
No matter where I turn
One here, one there, one in each direction I look
The whispers get louder
As the days pass by
I see my reflection
In the puddle underneath
The mirror is sometimes cruel
In those times of need
My pedals aren’t long enough
My waist isn’t thin enough
My stem isn’t fluorescent green
My makeup has a smudge
The talks seep through
The dew pushes its way inside
As the sun rises once again
A swift breeze makes me sway side to side
As to dance at prom
Or just before an evening out
I stand tall the next day
To just catch a glimpse
To start new, with new ideas and faces
One, two, five, and ten
They all stop in amazement
I stand tall and have brilliant blossoms
I see smiles and laughter
And I am included
And my happiness shall never fall
BY: Angela Woods
11th Grade English
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