Describing A Place- Tennis Court/Park

The heat of the scorching sun shines in my eyes as I gently toss the ball up and get ready to serve. The ball leaves my racket and lands on the opposite box of the court. I run to the back and wait for my opponents return; but her lack of effort leaves her pointless and I win forty- love. I finally take a deep breath and sit on the Tennis court to take a break. I see my opponents disappointed face; so I tried not to make eye contact and begin to look at the beauty on and around the court. Ten tall columnar trees stretch their branches up and block the sun out of my eyes. Also, the trees overshadow the court and cool the breeze which further cools the court. To my right are overused basketball courts. The nets around the hoops are missing and the outlines are diminishing. Farther from the court is a baseball field deserted, while the nearby soccer field is populated by young children. The green grass is calming over the children’s obnoxious screams. Straight ahead of me is the Tennis backboard which used to be completely useless for me because the ball would either go over the backboard or was to fast for me to hit a second time. Behind the backboard is the park’s playground it is also always overpopulated with people young and old. My opponents arrival back to the court brought my focus back to the Tennis court. The green court outlined in white is the place for.

My Candle

As I was swiveling in my large comfy office chair I began to daydream. As I withdrew from my daydream I noticed two white unlit candles sitting on top of my bookshelf. They are fairly large and used. They both sit in separate green translucent glass holders. I reach up to the top of the bookshelf and grab both of them. For having once been identical they now looked completely different. I began gently stroking the side of the round candle with my index finger and felt the coarse wax. I made a small incision in the candle with my nail and realized that it had a soft core. I sniffed the candle and was intoxicated by its flowery smell. I could not make out what flowers fragrance it was but it placed me into a flower garden setting. I decided to light the candle that was less used to feel the warmth of the small strong flame. With much difficulty I lit the match and the candles. The light of flame made the green holders look twice as beautiful by creating a nice reflection on my table. I got closer to the flame and gazed at it. And every-time I would release a breath the candle light would flicker but would revive using a lot of strength. I cracked a smile and moved the candle to my bed side table and watched the candle while laying down on the bed. That night the candle was the heart of the room.

Reflection on Narration Essay

These past few weeks we have been studying the structure and concept of narrative essays. Narrative essays allows us to share our experiences of how we came learn life lesson. Reading other authors essays, and combining my own personal narrative with a group was a great guide to learning how to write a marvelous narrative.

The essays we looked at are unique and different in their own ways. Each author has their own style and diction. Each piece gave me a different insight of who the author is and what he/she is trying to say. For example when I compare Gary Shteyngart's "Sixty-Nine Cents" to Bonnie Smith-Yackel's "My Mother Never Worked"; both stories are written with unique style and appeal differently. Shteyngart uses "I" throughout her paper and shares her her own feelings and experiences to describe her new life in America. While Yackel writes in a somewhat impersonal way of her mothers life; yet makes it completely personal. While reading her essay I compared my mom to her mother and saw that she writes in a way that almost everyone can relate to. The other pieces have a completely different style like, Martin Gansberg essay "Thirty-Eight Who Saw Murder Didn't Call the Police." He doesn't write in first person but still writes a good story to make a point using an article he read. Narrative essays can be written in anyway and accomplish what the author wants his audience to know.

The group narrative essay was a challenge, but a good learning experience. Overall my group helped me understand where I lost readers and how to spice up my writing. In this narrative combination essay I got views of my peers on the topic and feedback on my own writing. I learned what type of lifestyle they enjoyed through the television serials they watched, and their writing style revealed a lot about who they were.

I think writing a narrative was easier than other types of essays because I was able to use my own feeling and experiences and no one can prove what I think is incorrect. A narrative is a story of events in an individuals life. Therefore you can talk about the most basic life adventure or you can write about your sudden realization of the world. Your narrative at the end should have a point at the end to give your literature more meaning.

Goodbye Mr. Thompson, and Fifth Period

WOW! I can't believe it's almost summer vacation, only FOUR days left. What a stressful week it's going to be, with finals and all. The end of the school year is making me very sad. The seniors have left, and there are about 5 sophomores I know that won't be joining us next year. I'm already missing them so much!!!! I'm also going to miss my teachers, and classes. Mr. Thompson I'm going to miss your class, and your sarcasm. It has been a fun two years. Goodbye to you, and to all my classmates in fifth period. Enjoy your summer, and see you next year.

Class of 2011 Meeting

On Thursday June, 4th there was a meeting held for the Class of 2011. The whole meeting was positive. I think next years going to a blast, just like this year, but I feel it's going to be much more organized. At the meeting we discussed the T-shirt design for next year- so many beautiful designs we submitted which gives us a lot of choices to choose from. We also talked about fun events, and fundraisers we could have, and we have many ideas, I just hope we follow through with them. The only negative part of the meeting was that there were only about ten people there. I hope next year we continue to have weekly meeting in which everyone is invited to join the meeting, whether or not you're in leadership. :)

Wacko Rain

I remember June being a month of sunshine, so why was it raining this Friday?! I first felt sprinkles while walking in the outdoor school hallways. Then I felt rain again as I was walking to Cahalan Park with my sister to play Tennis. I forced her to keep on going but she continued to argue that it may start to rain harder, and that it's not good to play on wet courts. I told her it was just sprinkling, and it would stop before even got to the park. (Even though I saw thick, black clouds above us). We got to the park and played for 5 minutes then it started raining. My sister, and I made a run for it, however I lagged behind - I was too busy enjoying the rain. We got home laughing, and out of breath.

SAT Classes

For the past few Saturdays I have had to wake up early to go to my SAT prep class. The first Saturday I had the class I took a pre-exam, and I did poorly on it. Then on Saturday the 29th I had the last class and we took a post-exam. I did better on it than the first time. I got a lot out of the class. I realized that time management was exteremely important. And I learned some good test taking stategies for any test, and most importantly I learned how to prepare for the real SAT.
* I also learned I have a lot of studying to do. :)