Have you ever wanted something expensive that you couldn't afford so bad that you would steal for it? That is what Roger, a boy in the short story Yes Ma'am, attempted to do. He tried to steal a woman's purse with the intention of getting money to buy a pair of shoes, but instead got a lesson that most likely saved his life from a large old woman with a very large purse.
Roger was a boy around the age of 15, who desperately wanted a pair of blue suede shoes. He was so desperate that he tried to steal this lady's purse, but his attempt failed. She ended up catching him, and now the lady, Mrs. Jones, had a choice. She could either have turned him in, or taught him a lesson herself. This decision changed his life forever. If she would have called the police, the boy would have been taken to jail. Then when he got out, he would never be able to get a job because now he has a criminal record. Then he will end up stealing again, get put in jail again, and repeat. This would keep happening until eventually he would be killed before he could get to the age of 30. By taking him to her house, she taught him a lesson so that he will never steal again, which ultimately saved his life.
This world needs more people like the wise and quite intimidating, Mrs. Jones. Saving peoples lives instead of condemning them, teaching a kid a lesson instead of letting him run off to go steal again, Mrs. Jones is a great role model and should never be messed with.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
Washed Away
Authors Note: In this piece I tried to score high on voice. It is about a boy and his friend who live next to each other
It was a normal summers day, people would hide inside or swim in the river to beat the heat. Me and my friend Matt liked to swim in the river because of how cold it always was. Matt would constantly complain about him being so hot and he always wanted to go swimming. We would always go swimming because the only body of water within 20 miles was a big river that ran behind our houses. I liked to just stay in my room but I would go swimming with him to hang out. Where we lived, there was usually no clouds in the sky, let alone rain. That's why everyone was so happy when the weatherman predicted that the next week would be filled with heavy rain.
It started off as a drizzle, but quickly turned into an all out pouring. I was doing fine with the weather, but Matt was going insane. Every time he would ask his parents if he could go to the river and swim, they would tell him that the rain was making the river too deep and dangerous. The downpour continued for days. The weatherman warned that the days of rain had swelled the river, floods threatened to break loose. Matt called me just as the weatherman finished his warning, asking if I could go swimming. "Don't your parents not want you to go in the river? It's getting even worse." I said back. He told me that his parent weren't home, and he's going with or without me. I asked my parents and they immediately said no, so I told Matt and he was really disappointed. That was the last I heard from him.
The next day Matt's parents called and asked if we had seen him, saying that he had disappeared. I immediately thought about the river but didn't want to say anything, because he could have just stayed at a friend's house without telling his parents. He did that all the time, but I just had a horrible feeling that I knew what had happened to him.
It took three days before they found the body. Apparently he had been hit by a falling branch from a tree that couldn't handle the high winds anymore. He was knocked unconscious and just floated on down the river, unable to be saved. The funeral was short, everyone grieved, but I was too busy imagining what would have happened if I had gone down with him. Would have I died with him? Or would I have been able to save him. All I know is that he will finally be cold now, not having to complain about the heat.
It was a normal summers day, people would hide inside or swim in the river to beat the heat. Me and my friend Matt liked to swim in the river because of how cold it always was. Matt would constantly complain about him being so hot and he always wanted to go swimming. We would always go swimming because the only body of water within 20 miles was a big river that ran behind our houses. I liked to just stay in my room but I would go swimming with him to hang out. Where we lived, there was usually no clouds in the sky, let alone rain. That's why everyone was so happy when the weatherman predicted that the next week would be filled with heavy rain.
It started off as a drizzle, but quickly turned into an all out pouring. I was doing fine with the weather, but Matt was going insane. Every time he would ask his parents if he could go to the river and swim, they would tell him that the rain was making the river too deep and dangerous. The downpour continued for days. The weatherman warned that the days of rain had swelled the river, floods threatened to break loose. Matt called me just as the weatherman finished his warning, asking if I could go swimming. "Don't your parents not want you to go in the river? It's getting even worse." I said back. He told me that his parent weren't home, and he's going with or without me. I asked my parents and they immediately said no, so I told Matt and he was really disappointed. That was the last I heard from him.
The next day Matt's parents called and asked if we had seen him, saying that he had disappeared. I immediately thought about the river but didn't want to say anything, because he could have just stayed at a friend's house without telling his parents. He did that all the time, but I just had a horrible feeling that I knew what had happened to him.
It took three days before they found the body. Apparently he had been hit by a falling branch from a tree that couldn't handle the high winds anymore. He was knocked unconscious and just floated on down the river, unable to be saved. The funeral was short, everyone grieved, but I was too busy imagining what would have happened if I had gone down with him. Would have I died with him? Or would I have been able to save him. All I know is that he will finally be cold now, not having to complain about the heat.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Two Stubborn People
Author's Note: This is a point of view piece about the story Dead Men's Path.
When two people fight, they both believe that they are right and the other is wrong. That's what war is about, every single conflict ever had to do with two people, each too stubborn to back down. That is exactly what happened in the short story Dead Men's Path by Chinua Achebe. The new headmaster had sealed off one path, and when somebody died, the town chief believed that the fence and sign were evil. So he took them down, both the headmaster and the chief thought he was right. The headmaster wanted to change the school and stop old traditions and start new ones, and the chief believed the blockade was evil because of his religious beliefs. The headmaster refused to take the blockade down, so the chief tore it down and destroyed parts of the school.
When two people fight, they both believe that they are right and the other is wrong. That's what war is about, every single conflict ever had to do with two people, each too stubborn to back down. That is exactly what happened in the short story Dead Men's Path by Chinua Achebe. The new headmaster had sealed off one path, and when somebody died, the town chief believed that the fence and sign were evil. So he took them down, both the headmaster and the chief thought he was right. The headmaster wanted to change the school and stop old traditions and start new ones, and the chief believed the blockade was evil because of his religious beliefs. The headmaster refused to take the blockade down, so the chief tore it down and destroyed parts of the school.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
A Green Christmas
When most kids who live in the northern area of the US, when we think of Christmas, we think of snow. But not this year for my town. We had our first green Christmas in a very long time. It is the first one that I have ever had, and let me tell you, it stinks. Not being able to go sledding with your friends and having snow ball fights was horrible. Now it is the New years and we barely have any on the ground. There isn’t enough to make a snowman, and you cant get very far on a sled. So far this winter has been horrible. It never felt like Christmas because there wasn't any snow.
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