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Monday, December 7, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Kimo's Exam Essay
Kimo Gray
6.5.09
English 9
Mr. Hamilton Salsich
I Can Die Today
And Essay on Death, Life, Peace, and Mortality
At fifteen years old, not much is complicated. All our necessities are provided to us by our parents, the wonders of technology are not far from our comprehension, and philosophy is put away for “the old years.” Life is about fun, about learning both educationally and spiritually, and our most difficult toils are exams. But mighty as we may be, we are not immortal. The American poet William Ross Wallace once wrote, “Everyone dies. Not every man really lives.” Carefree as our lives may be, mortality is an issue everyone faces in their lifetime, be them an innocent young girl, or a bitter old man. Life may not be complicated now, but as the poet William Stratford’s poem, “Yes,” tells us, “It can happen at any time.”
Laura Sheridan, from Katherine Mansfield’s short story, “The Garden Party,” was just a young girl whose greatest concern in life was that the day’s garden party would go well. But when the death of a poor neighbor passes over the heads of her family, it affects her in a way she could hardly imagine, rocking her to the core. The day starts well enough, everything and everyone in their place in ceremonious preparation. Laura is in charge of everything; furniture is moved, her sister sings on with the piano, and then they learn that Mr. Scott, a lower-class neighbor, has died. Immediately hit with a feeling of irrational regret for holding a party on a day as dark as this, she talks with her brother, expressing she wants to cancel the party. In response, he comments on her marvelous hat. She talks with her mother, who merely pushes her away by revealing that it is she who has been influencing Laura’s decisions for the party. Hurt, she talks with her sister, Jose, who informs her that if she doesn’t leave things like these alone in her life, it will be a very strenuous one. Jose’s glare hardens, and she softly says, “You won’t bring a dead man back to life by being sentimental.” The garden party commences, though Laura doesn’t feel any of it, she is lost in this illusion of lilies, hats, garden parties that mean anything to Mr. Scott’s widow. After the party, she takes matters into her won hands, and walks down to Main Street to give the leftovers to Mrs. Scott. Wading through the crowd of lower-class observers, she goes up to the door. The widow’s sister greets her, and in a second she is gazing at the dead man, at the adamant behest of Mrs. Scott’s sister. She is overcome with emotion at the peaceful look at his face, and runs out of the house, runs through the mob, runs as far as she can until she is in the arms of her brother, Laurie. In a flood of tears she murmurs, “Isn’t life, isn’t life-” to which her brother knowingly replies, “Isn’t it?” Laura, a girl too young but not too proud to understand her life is worth the same as Mr. Scott’s, is a force of what the poet Strafford tries to tell us all, “It could happen at any time…no guarantees…[we have] right now.”
In a Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens, an unpleasant miser by the name of Ebenezer Scrooge is a greedy old humbug whose greatest love in life is money. After he refuses his clerk’s request to spend Christmas with his family, slams the door on some carolers and refuses to give money to the needy, (but is all to happy to keep the prisons working) he goes home to sleep in his dark mansion and prepare for another cheap day. To the great surprise of Scrooge, his deceased business partner, Jacob Marley, visits him on the anniversary of his death, Christmas Eve, telling Scrooge of all the pain he must endure because of what he did in life. He offers Scrooge one chance at redemption, or else he will join Marley in Hell. He promises him three ghosts of Past, Present, and Future, will visit him and show him truly what he is. Marley leaves, and Scrooge, convinced Marley must have been some vision spawned from bad gravy, reluctantly goes to sleep. As Marley promised, Scrooge is visited all three times that night, and shown the cruelty of his life, and what his life will become. If he does not change his ways, he will have an untimely death, though not unearned. The next morning, Scrooge, now a changed man filled with all the wonders of life, jumps from his bead and belts to a boy down below to go buy him the biggest turkey in town, throwing him for more money then a customary tip. Gleeful he goes about his day giving money to the poor and celebrating life. For Christmas Eve, he surprises his clerk by presenting his large yet poor family with a huge sack of gifts and the grand turkey. Scrooge was a twisted man, one who turned away from life but needed the touch of death to bring him back. He understood that we are each only given one life to live, one life to love, for anyone can die, but it takes someone great to live down a reputation worth remembering after your time ends.
I could die today. I could choke on smarties, have my heart shutdown from an electrical computer malfunction. I could be hit by a car, my assumed ambulance could be hit by a bus, I could then be carried off by a pterodactyl. (Asyndeton) The imagination is limitless. The point is, I am not immortal, and though my mind knows it, my heart can’t accept it. “Tornado, Earthquake, Armageddon…” William Stafford shares my morbid imaginations. But as he also says, “[There’re] no guarantees in this life.” Sometimes I don’t feel like most fifteen year old. I worry about the future, about my move later this month, about being remembered after my death, about passing this exam, about finding and fulfilling my purpose for this world, about staying patient with my little brother. I worry. But life goes on, until you die. I don’t know when that will be. I can die today. But I don’t regret anything; I’ve done everything I wanted to by my fifteen year checkpoint. “It can happen any time.” I could die today.(Repetition) The most any of us can do is find our peace, and hold on to it as long as you can until it all is built up in one expression of soul and entity, and then.
6.5.09
English 9
Mr. Hamilton Salsich
I Can Die Today
And Essay on Death, Life, Peace, and Mortality
At fifteen years old, not much is complicated. All our necessities are provided to us by our parents, the wonders of technology are not far from our comprehension, and philosophy is put away for “the old years.” Life is about fun, about learning both educationally and spiritually, and our most difficult toils are exams. But mighty as we may be, we are not immortal. The American poet William Ross Wallace once wrote, “Everyone dies. Not every man really lives.” Carefree as our lives may be, mortality is an issue everyone faces in their lifetime, be them an innocent young girl, or a bitter old man. Life may not be complicated now, but as the poet William Stratford’s poem, “Yes,” tells us, “It can happen at any time.”
Laura Sheridan, from Katherine Mansfield’s short story, “The Garden Party,” was just a young girl whose greatest concern in life was that the day’s garden party would go well. But when the death of a poor neighbor passes over the heads of her family, it affects her in a way she could hardly imagine, rocking her to the core. The day starts well enough, everything and everyone in their place in ceremonious preparation. Laura is in charge of everything; furniture is moved, her sister sings on with the piano, and then they learn that Mr. Scott, a lower-class neighbor, has died. Immediately hit with a feeling of irrational regret for holding a party on a day as dark as this, she talks with her brother, expressing she wants to cancel the party. In response, he comments on her marvelous hat. She talks with her mother, who merely pushes her away by revealing that it is she who has been influencing Laura’s decisions for the party. Hurt, she talks with her sister, Jose, who informs her that if she doesn’t leave things like these alone in her life, it will be a very strenuous one. Jose’s glare hardens, and she softly says, “You won’t bring a dead man back to life by being sentimental.” The garden party commences, though Laura doesn’t feel any of it, she is lost in this illusion of lilies, hats, garden parties that mean anything to Mr. Scott’s widow. After the party, she takes matters into her won hands, and walks down to Main Street to give the leftovers to Mrs. Scott. Wading through the crowd of lower-class observers, she goes up to the door. The widow’s sister greets her, and in a second she is gazing at the dead man, at the adamant behest of Mrs. Scott’s sister. She is overcome with emotion at the peaceful look at his face, and runs out of the house, runs through the mob, runs as far as she can until she is in the arms of her brother, Laurie. In a flood of tears she murmurs, “Isn’t life, isn’t life-” to which her brother knowingly replies, “Isn’t it?” Laura, a girl too young but not too proud to understand her life is worth the same as Mr. Scott’s, is a force of what the poet Strafford tries to tell us all, “It could happen at any time…no guarantees…[we have] right now.”
In a Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens, an unpleasant miser by the name of Ebenezer Scrooge is a greedy old humbug whose greatest love in life is money. After he refuses his clerk’s request to spend Christmas with his family, slams the door on some carolers and refuses to give money to the needy, (but is all to happy to keep the prisons working) he goes home to sleep in his dark mansion and prepare for another cheap day. To the great surprise of Scrooge, his deceased business partner, Jacob Marley, visits him on the anniversary of his death, Christmas Eve, telling Scrooge of all the pain he must endure because of what he did in life. He offers Scrooge one chance at redemption, or else he will join Marley in Hell. He promises him three ghosts of Past, Present, and Future, will visit him and show him truly what he is. Marley leaves, and Scrooge, convinced Marley must have been some vision spawned from bad gravy, reluctantly goes to sleep. As Marley promised, Scrooge is visited all three times that night, and shown the cruelty of his life, and what his life will become. If he does not change his ways, he will have an untimely death, though not unearned. The next morning, Scrooge, now a changed man filled with all the wonders of life, jumps from his bead and belts to a boy down below to go buy him the biggest turkey in town, throwing him for more money then a customary tip. Gleeful he goes about his day giving money to the poor and celebrating life. For Christmas Eve, he surprises his clerk by presenting his large yet poor family with a huge sack of gifts and the grand turkey. Scrooge was a twisted man, one who turned away from life but needed the touch of death to bring him back. He understood that we are each only given one life to live, one life to love, for anyone can die, but it takes someone great to live down a reputation worth remembering after your time ends.
I could die today. I could choke on smarties, have my heart shutdown from an electrical computer malfunction. I could be hit by a car, my assumed ambulance could be hit by a bus, I could then be carried off by a pterodactyl. (Asyndeton) The imagination is limitless. The point is, I am not immortal, and though my mind knows it, my heart can’t accept it. “Tornado, Earthquake, Armageddon…” William Stafford shares my morbid imaginations. But as he also says, “[There’re] no guarantees in this life.” Sometimes I don’t feel like most fifteen year old. I worry about the future, about my move later this month, about being remembered after my death, about passing this exam, about finding and fulfilling my purpose for this world, about staying patient with my little brother. I worry. But life goes on, until you die. I don’t know when that will be. I can die today. But I don’t regret anything; I’ve done everything I wanted to by my fifteen year checkpoint. “It can happen any time.” I could die today.(Repetition) The most any of us can do is find our peace, and hold on to it as long as you can until it all is built up in one expression of soul and entity, and then.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Kate's Post
Kate Scott
May 26, 2009
Mr. Salsich
English 9
Comfort:
An Essay on a Poem and my Life
One simple basic need that humans seek is comfort. In the poem "Tintern Abbey" Wordsworth finds his comfort in his memories. I can imagine that in five years I will also feel such comfort in my memories from Pine Point.
In "Tintern Abbey", Wordsworth talks about taking comfort in the memories of his times spent at Tintern Abbey. A beautiful mountain side village where he spent time. Upon his return, though glad to be back, he quickly realized he never left. Wordsworth, after an absence of five years while traveling, has kept the memories alive by using them to lift his spirits. In his "hours of weariness" he thought back to the comforting memories from Tintern Abbey. When Wordsworth uses the words, "Tranquil restoration" he is referring to his sense of peace that comes from these memories and are probably "the best portion of a goods man's life". He also refers to memories that are not physical but "acts [o]f kindness and love". These memories expressed his overall feelings he had at Tintern Abbey.
Five years from now when I visit Pine Point I'm sure the comfort that I have experienced in these walls will come back. Comfort will come to me in different ways. Seeing familiar faces throughout the campus, visiting the fields, will all remind me of my time at Pine Point. As I travel through the hallways, memories will flood back, and they will bring a sense of comfort that I had for 12 years. My memories will always be with me whether I am physically there or not. Like Wordsworth, my memories can rejuvenate (FAST) me when the pressures of everyday life gets to me. When I'm not meeting with success I can shut my eyes and go back to when I was racing down a field in field hockey, hearing the cheers from the crowd, feeling the warm sun, as I score a goal (PURPOSEFUL REPETITION). Comfort, a basic emotion, that all humans need and long for, is easily in my grasp (APPOSITIVE).
Throughout a human's life they search for the comfort that Wordsworth speaks of in his poem. Not many people are as fortunate as I to have had the opportunity to attend a school that created such memories and provided so much comfort. Wordsworth points out that comfort can be found in memories from places visited long ago. His message will help me throughout my life when I'm seeking and in need of comfort.
SE:F ASSESSMENT-
1. This year I have been trying to make my writing more graceful.
2. I think this essay is much more graceful then my past essays. I worked very hard on it, and it payed off.
3. I had trouble on making sure my tools are correct.
Kimo Gray
5/28/09
English9
Mr. Salsich
Memories are Cerebral Storage Boxes Stacked with Emotion:
An essay on change
I’m not good with change. It’s not the big changes that affect me; I have moved a dozen times now, and every time, I can accept it. Change is hard, but things like the new school, or parental job relocations just make sense to me. No, it’s the little things that bother me, like haircuts, or momentary computer frustrations. Change affects us all in different ways, be them big or small. But when change is multiplied by time, an equation is given that often yield strange, frightening, and oddly reflective results.
Though life is always moving, always eager to shift from one phase to the next, we all have a constant companion; change. In William Wordsworth’s Poem, “Tintern Abbey,” he speaks about returning to a church that he has not visited for five years. The church is ruined by King Henry VII’s men, and he reflects on its changes, such as the overgrowth, the fades from the sun, and the vibe of emptiness it gives off. Here his childhood memories of the church are replaced with this new alien one. Wordsworth himself reflects on how five years have changed him. He is different from the boy swimming in the nearby river Wye, saying, “That time is past/ And all its aching joys are now no more…other gifts/ Have followed; for such loss, I would believe, abundant recompence.” Wordsworth’s life has changed much since the last visit; he has lost some things but gained “abundant recompence.” One of the greatest human characteristics is the ability to notice any change, be it a new shirt, a different tone, or even an abnormal emotional response. But it can be hard to notice change in oneself. For Wordsworth, this great chapel, whose disguised beauty does not go unnoticed for him, inspires him to reflect on his life, and what those five years have brought for him.
Five years is a long time, a time to change, a time to grow, and a time to reflect on times past. Though important to me, in five years time it will not be the walls of Pine Point school that I have missed the most, but rather the people and the memories I have made there. To revisit after a few years would be nice, and would bring a sense of quiet comfort, but also one of emptiness, as I know this place will never again be the same. Five years is a long time for me to change, but I can’t expect the school to remain as it is today. Without the people I remembered there, the trip back would seem almost lonely, wading through the memories like a zombie visiting a cemetery. But if I was to see a familiar face, then the situation would change to cold lifeless shapes to a warm welcoming home. It is interesting to note how little a teacher can change even in the course of five years. Five years is a long time, and though the people I love will change, the foundation of our memories will stand tall for many years to come, and that in itself is comfort enough.
In the Poem, “The Writer,” by Richard Wilbur, change is presented as a form of cerebral metamorphosis. He speaks of his daughter, as she clacks away at the typewriter, her creative ideas flowing out. But all of a sudden, she stops. No sound is heard, just the silent thoughts bouncing around in her head. It is now that a clatter rises up again, but as soon as it starts, it dies down. This girl is expressing developmental change even now, as her ideas moves back and forth, and her mind grows. Though she does not know it, when she thinks “the whole house thinks,” and when she writes again, the sound is beautiful. Here, change is not frightening, but rather a small-scale mechanism that progresses your life, one step at a time.
I find myself going over and over again my previous statement, “the big changes [don’t] affect me.” But when I think about my upcoming move, I know that this is a lie. Maybe one time in the past I would have been fine with this, but not today. Today I am changed, and I know that I don’t want to move. But change is a force not to be reckoned with, and maybe in a few years I will look at this again and question my thoughts. But right now, I don’t want to change. I want to live my life as Kimo from Connecticut. But I understand that moving on is inevitable, eventually I will become Kimo from New Jersey, and my previous life will dwell in memories. And for all that I am losing, for all the sacrifices I am making; I know there is a silver lining, my “abundance recompence.” New beginnings are difficult, endings are harder, but it is a circle that will never change, and that affects us all.
1. 5/28/09
2. I have been working on organizing my paragraphs and omitting unnecessary words.
3. Some strong points I see is my paragraph about Pine Point. I also think that contradicting myself works well for this.
4. I think that my final paragraph is a little confusing. I also think I may have been making a bit of a stretch in the final body paragraph.
5/28/09
English9
Mr. Salsich
Memories are Cerebral Storage Boxes Stacked with Emotion:
An essay on change
I’m not good with change. It’s not the big changes that affect me; I have moved a dozen times now, and every time, I can accept it. Change is hard, but things like the new school, or parental job relocations just make sense to me. No, it’s the little things that bother me, like haircuts, or momentary computer frustrations. Change affects us all in different ways, be them big or small. But when change is multiplied by time, an equation is given that often yield strange, frightening, and oddly reflective results.
Though life is always moving, always eager to shift from one phase to the next, we all have a constant companion; change. In William Wordsworth’s Poem, “Tintern Abbey,” he speaks about returning to a church that he has not visited for five years. The church is ruined by King Henry VII’s men, and he reflects on its changes, such as the overgrowth, the fades from the sun, and the vibe of emptiness it gives off. Here his childhood memories of the church are replaced with this new alien one. Wordsworth himself reflects on how five years have changed him. He is different from the boy swimming in the nearby river Wye, saying, “That time is past/ And all its aching joys are now no more…other gifts/ Have followed; for such loss, I would believe, abundant recompence.” Wordsworth’s life has changed much since the last visit; he has lost some things but gained “abundant recompence.” One of the greatest human characteristics is the ability to notice any change, be it a new shirt, a different tone, or even an abnormal emotional response. But it can be hard to notice change in oneself. For Wordsworth, this great chapel, whose disguised beauty does not go unnoticed for him, inspires him to reflect on his life, and what those five years have brought for him.
Five years is a long time, a time to change, a time to grow, and a time to reflect on times past. Though important to me, in five years time it will not be the walls of Pine Point school that I have missed the most, but rather the people and the memories I have made there. To revisit after a few years would be nice, and would bring a sense of quiet comfort, but also one of emptiness, as I know this place will never again be the same. Five years is a long time for me to change, but I can’t expect the school to remain as it is today. Without the people I remembered there, the trip back would seem almost lonely, wading through the memories like a zombie visiting a cemetery. But if I was to see a familiar face, then the situation would change to cold lifeless shapes to a warm welcoming home. It is interesting to note how little a teacher can change even in the course of five years. Five years is a long time, and though the people I love will change, the foundation of our memories will stand tall for many years to come, and that in itself is comfort enough.
In the Poem, “The Writer,” by Richard Wilbur, change is presented as a form of cerebral metamorphosis. He speaks of his daughter, as she clacks away at the typewriter, her creative ideas flowing out. But all of a sudden, she stops. No sound is heard, just the silent thoughts bouncing around in her head. It is now that a clatter rises up again, but as soon as it starts, it dies down. This girl is expressing developmental change even now, as her ideas moves back and forth, and her mind grows. Though she does not know it, when she thinks “the whole house thinks,” and when she writes again, the sound is beautiful. Here, change is not frightening, but rather a small-scale mechanism that progresses your life, one step at a time.
I find myself going over and over again my previous statement, “the big changes [don’t] affect me.” But when I think about my upcoming move, I know that this is a lie. Maybe one time in the past I would have been fine with this, but not today. Today I am changed, and I know that I don’t want to move. But change is a force not to be reckoned with, and maybe in a few years I will look at this again and question my thoughts. But right now, I don’t want to change. I want to live my life as Kimo from Connecticut. But I understand that moving on is inevitable, eventually I will become Kimo from New Jersey, and my previous life will dwell in memories. And for all that I am losing, for all the sacrifices I am making; I know there is a silver lining, my “abundance recompence.” New beginnings are difficult, endings are harder, but it is a circle that will never change, and that affects us all.
1. 5/28/09
2. I have been working on organizing my paragraphs and omitting unnecessary words.
3. Some strong points I see is my paragraph about Pine Point. I also think that contradicting myself works well for this.
4. I think that my final paragraph is a little confusing. I also think I may have been making a bit of a stretch in the final body paragraph.
Parker Verhoeff
English 9
Mr. Salsich
5.26.09
Awe is something few people experience in their lifetimes. The word "awesome," meaning full of awe, is now taken for granted and doesn't have half the impact it did a century ago. William Wordsworth and Richard Wilbur are some of the lucky ones; they expressed awe in their poems. Hopefully, I'll experience the same feelings Wordsworth and Wilbur had when I return to my school.
William Wordsworth is in true awe in his poem "Tintern Abbey." He is so taken aback by the beautiful landscape of Tintern Abbey, in northern England, that he feels the way he felt when he was younger. He pays homage to even the "unremebered pleasure[s]: such, perhaps, as have no slight or trivial influence on that best portion of a good man's life." He knows that those happenings impacted him as much as his actual memories. Wordsworth treats "these beauteous forms" as if he's opening his eyes for the first time. He believes Tintern is an "awesome" place, "as is a landscape to a blind man's eye." He has seen his "Heaven." Awe can inspire anybody anywhere to do extraordinary things; it happened to inspire William Wordsworth to write seven pages of breathtaking poetry.
English 9
Mr. Salsich
5.26.09
Awesome:
An Essay on the Impacts of Awe
An Essay on the Impacts of Awe
Awe is something few people experience in their lifetimes. The word "awesome," meaning full of awe, is now taken for granted and doesn't have half the impact it did a century ago. William Wordsworth and Richard Wilbur are some of the lucky ones; they expressed awe in their poems. Hopefully, I'll experience the same feelings Wordsworth and Wilbur had when I return to my school.
William Wordsworth is in true awe in his poem "Tintern Abbey." He is so taken aback by the beautiful landscape of Tintern Abbey, in northern England, that he feels the way he felt when he was younger. He pays homage to even the "unremebered pleasure[s]: such, perhaps, as have no slight or trivial influence on that best portion of a good man's life." He knows that those happenings impacted him as much as his actual memories. Wordsworth treats "these beauteous forms" as if he's opening his eyes for the first time. He believes Tintern is an "awesome" place, "as is a landscape to a blind man's eye." He has seen his "Heaven." Awe can inspire anybody anywhere to do extraordinary things; it happened to inspire William Wordsworth to write seven pages of breathtaking poetry.
I am graduating Pine Point School this year, and if I were to return in the future It would bring back feelings much like Wordsworth. It would be on a much smaller scale, but It will be nostalgic-FAST nonetheless. I have been going to this school for five long years; all of my middle school years. If I was to return to Pine Point in five years it will bring back all of my memories from an important period in my life. In five years I will already be a sophomore in college, and I probably would have forgotten most of my time at this school. But if I was to return, it will bring back those wonderful memories. Like Wordsworth, I also will be thankful for the things as small as a "thank you," or a "your welcome." William Wordsworth returned to "Tintern Abbey" after a number of years and he truly was in awe, and I believe I will feel similar when I return to my middle school, the most crucial time in my life.
Richard Wilbur's "The Writer" is a poem about a father in awe of his daughter. He just listens to her type away, on her typewriter and he realizes that "her life is a great cargo, and some of it heavy." He wishes her a "lucky passage" for the rest of her life. Like Wordsworth, it reminds him of an extraordinary memory. One of a starling, crashing into the window, becoming trapped in the same room his daughter was typing that very moment. "How for a helpless hour, through the crack of the door, /We watched the sleek, wild, dark/And iridescent creature/Batter against the brilliance," just like he's watching his daughter battle the typewriter to complete her story. But he's not just watching her complete her story; he's watching her grow up. He's watching her, as he did the starling, "[clear] the sill of the world."-Parallelism It's amazing when you get to watch something progress from the first crash into your home, learn from their mistakes, and finally soar out into the vast, awe-inspiring, wilderness that is our world-3-Action Verb.
Both William Wordsworth and Richard Wilbur have been in a state of awe. I will soon be, given five years time. Whether it's just the landscape, your daughter, or your school, awe is something worth expressing. It is a rare thing that anybody, and everybody should be able to experience.
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Self Assessment
5.28.09- A Five Paragraph Essay on the Effects of Awe
I have been working on omitting any unnecessary words. Also, I am trying not to be vague in my essays.
I believe all of my special tools were correct and apt. My concluding paragraph brought everything together as well.
I might have been a little too repetitive with the word "awe." There also might have been some comma issues that I missed.
GRADE: B
Richard Wilbur's "The Writer" is a poem about a father in awe of his daughter. He just listens to her type away, on her typewriter and he realizes that "her life is a great cargo, and some of it heavy." He wishes her a "lucky passage" for the rest of her life. Like Wordsworth, it reminds him of an extraordinary memory. One of a starling, crashing into the window, becoming trapped in the same room his daughter was typing that very moment. "How for a helpless hour, through the crack of the door, /We watched the sleek, wild, dark/And iridescent creature/Batter against the brilliance," just like he's watching his daughter battle the typewriter to complete her story. But he's not just watching her complete her story; he's watching her grow up. He's watching her, as he did the starling, "[clear] the sill of the world."-Parallelism It's amazing when you get to watch something progress from the first crash into your home, learn from their mistakes, and finally soar out into the vast, awe-inspiring, wilderness that is our world-3-Action Verb.
Both William Wordsworth and Richard Wilbur have been in a state of awe. I will soon be, given five years time. Whether it's just the landscape, your daughter, or your school, awe is something worth expressing. It is a rare thing that anybody, and everybody should be able to experience.
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Self Assessment
5.28.09- A Five Paragraph Essay on the Effects of Awe
I have been working on omitting any unnecessary words. Also, I am trying not to be vague in my essays.
I believe all of my special tools were correct and apt. My concluding paragraph brought everything together as well.
I might have been a little too repetitive with the word "awe." There also might have been some comma issues that I missed.
GRADE: B
Scarlet's Last Essay
Scarlet Caruso
English 9
Hamilton Salsich
5/27/09
Revisiting Memories:
An Essay on William Wordsworth’s Tintern Abbey and My Life
How would you feel if you came back to a place that was once so important to you after five years of not seeing it? Would you look back in anger at all the moments it made you upset or would you think of all the happy memories that took place there? William Wordsworth and I would think about how much we’ve done since we’ve seen our place. We would look back on our places and think of all the memories created in this small place in this huge world.
Wordsworth, over-looking Tintern Abbey, thinks about all the things he’s done since seeing this place. (PARTICIPLE) He looks back on when he last visited and finds it strange that he has not seen his special place in so long. Wordsworth, amazed by the passing of time, says, “Five years have past; five summers, with the length of five long winters!” William Wordsworth thinks of all he has done since seeing this beautiful place. “Through a long absence,” he finds that he has done so much in this place as well. He has thought deeply, appreciated fully at Tintern Abbey and will never forget the memories. He has experienced, “hours of weariness, sensations sweet, felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.” Wordsworth has done so much in this small oasis (FAST) that maybe it’s more than he’s done in the entire world.
If I were to come back to Pine Point School in 5 years I would wonder where the time has gone. I would wonder how so much has happened since I left one of the most influential places in my life. I would look back on Graduation and say, "Was that really five whole years ago?" I would ponder the feelings I had on the day I departed and think about the things I have done after I left the place I love. The place I would go to first would be in the very middle of the boy's lacrosse field. I would sit there and think of all the amazing things that I had done in this very spot. I had cried there, laughed there, fought there, made-up there. (PARALLELISM) It's funny that I have done more things in that three- foot spot than I have done anywhere else in the world. If I were to come back to Pine Point in 5 years I would sit down in one of my favorite places in the whole wide world and wonder, "Where has the time gone??"
Seeing your favorite place for the first time in five years could be a disorienting experience but if you look at it right it’s a wonderful time to reflect. It could be a time to think about time itself. William Wordsworth finds that, “through a long absence,” you can remember all the wonderful things you did there and the memories that taught you some important lessons. An old place can be a fresh reminder of how we learn and how time passes so incredibly quickly.
English 9
Hamilton Salsich
5/27/09
Revisiting Memories:
An Essay on William Wordsworth’s Tintern Abbey and My Life
How would you feel if you came back to a place that was once so important to you after five years of not seeing it? Would you look back in anger at all the moments it made you upset or would you think of all the happy memories that took place there? William Wordsworth and I would think about how much we’ve done since we’ve seen our place. We would look back on our places and think of all the memories created in this small place in this huge world.
Wordsworth, over-looking Tintern Abbey, thinks about all the things he’s done since seeing this place. (PARTICIPLE) He looks back on when he last visited and finds it strange that he has not seen his special place in so long. Wordsworth, amazed by the passing of time, says, “Five years have past; five summers, with the length of five long winters!” William Wordsworth thinks of all he has done since seeing this beautiful place. “Through a long absence,” he finds that he has done so much in this place as well. He has thought deeply, appreciated fully at Tintern Abbey and will never forget the memories. He has experienced, “hours of weariness, sensations sweet, felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.” Wordsworth has done so much in this small oasis (FAST) that maybe it’s more than he’s done in the entire world.
If I were to come back to Pine Point School in 5 years I would wonder where the time has gone. I would wonder how so much has happened since I left one of the most influential places in my life. I would look back on Graduation and say, "Was that really five whole years ago?" I would ponder the feelings I had on the day I departed and think about the things I have done after I left the place I love. The place I would go to first would be in the very middle of the boy's lacrosse field. I would sit there and think of all the amazing things that I had done in this very spot. I had cried there, laughed there, fought there, made-up there. (PARALLELISM) It's funny that I have done more things in that three- foot spot than I have done anywhere else in the world. If I were to come back to Pine Point in 5 years I would sit down in one of my favorite places in the whole wide world and wonder, "Where has the time gone??"
Seeing your favorite place for the first time in five years could be a disorienting experience but if you look at it right it’s a wonderful time to reflect. It could be a time to think about time itself. William Wordsworth finds that, “through a long absence,” you can remember all the wonderful things you did there and the memories that taught you some important lessons. An old place can be a fresh reminder of how we learn and how time passes so incredibly quickly.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Scarlet's Essay
Scarlet Caruso
English 9
H. Salsich
May 19, 2009
A Stone, a Passage, a Young Life:
An essay relating a passage to my life and a rock
How can a stone, a passage, and a young girl’s life be alike? All of these things are trying to be wealthy and enjoy life. They all believe that true wealth is knowledge. The girl, in her life, wishes to be more like the stone because it lives like the passage says to.
A illustrious (FAST) writer, Rainer Maria Rilke’s, second passage really stands out to me because he makes statements that I truly agree with. (APPOSITIVE) Rilke is completely correct when he says that hands would be better for eyes. Our hands are so constantly interested in the things around us. They are, “so ready to grasp” and they would serve much better as eyes for those of us who would like to see everything. Another reason this passage interests me is because Rilke says, “we could truly acquire wealth.” In this passage he says that abundance (FAST) is not money and cars, but knowledge. Knowledge of the world around us is true wealth. I couldn’t agree more with the things stated in this wonderful passage!
This passage relates to my life in many ways. For example, I often try to look at little things and appreciate them just as my hands enjoy the tiny stone I play with at the beach. I would enjoy looking with my hands because then I could really see. In my life I try to remind myself to look at things as if my eyes were my hands, “so willing to relinquish all things.” Another way this passage relates to my life is the way Rilke thinks of wealth. His point of view reminds me of my father’s who often tells me, “I could live in a cardboard box and I’d be rich as long as I had my family.” He thinks of wealth in a different way than most people do. He does not think of a large house with a huge pool, he thinks of love as wealth as Rilke thinks of knowledge. This passage relates to my life because Rilke thinks about life, thinks about wealth, thinks about seeing, thinks about family the same way I do. (TETRACOLON CLIMAX)
The stone in the English classroom reminds me of this passage in many ways. For example, the garden stone truly sees everything with no eyes, feeling it’s way through life. (PARTICIPLE) It does not watch the birds and squirrel but feels them go through daily life. If we could all feel the life around us then we, “could truly acquire wealth.” Another way the garden stone relates to Rilke’s passage is the way it let’s things go. The stone allows people to walk on it and then let them go. The stone let’s, “everything pass through [it’s] grasp.” The stone in a way is smarter than us all, in the way that it feels life and let’s things go.
In a strange way a rock, a fourteen-year-old, and a passage by a famous writer are a lot alike. They all wish to be wealthy in different ways than most people. They all like to see like their hands feel, with curiosity and interest. Did you ever think that this different group would have a lot in common? (ANTITHESIS) Well they do!
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