Thanksgiving

Like usual my mom drove  my brother and I to our grandparents house two and half hours away, i could only imagine the wonderful smell and taste of the food my grandma was preparing.  unfotunately it was wednesday so we had to help make and cook most of the food.  i was assigned to help finish and cut the veggie squares and green bean casserole.  i didnt mind help cooking the food but the mom's become very controlling and i'd rather just let my my mom, grandma, and two aunts help cook. As planned the food was done by 1:15 so we were able to eat at 1:30. although all my cousins and myself are over the age of 15 we all sat at the "kids table".  it was finally time to pass out the food and begin eating.  Plates after plates after bowls were passed to me with endless amounts of food.  i ate till i could not eat anymore. all the food was so delicious which made a very good thanksgiving.  i slowly walked over to the living room, rolled up in a ball in front of the tv and took a nap.  most of my family did the same thing as well.  my moms sister and her family had to go to another thansgiving and her brothers family had also left. so by the time i woke up just my family and my grandparents were left.  we decided to see Jack and Jill at 7:15 at a local movie theatre.  the movie theatre was quite small and the movie was sold out so when we go there we had to split up.  the movie was funny although my grandparents didnt like it.

Once upon a time there was a cute little boy known to everyone as Little Blue Riding Hood. One day, his Mummy waved him goodbye at the garden gate, saying: "Take joe pa all the water bottles to his office, but be very careful. Keep to the path through the hallway and don't ever stop. That way, you will come to no harm."

Little Blue Riding Hood kissed his mother and ran off. "Don't worry," he said, "I'll run all the way to the office without stopping."

Full of good intentions, the little boy made his way through the halls, but he was soon to forget her mother's wise words. "What a nice room! And so big and cool."

Laying his basket on the ground, Little Blue Riding Hood went into the room to see what was inside. "This is so cool. I wish I could come her everyday. He went back and fourth picking up things and playing with them. "

Suddenly he remembered his mother, her promise, Joe Pa and grabbed the water bottles and hurried back towards the halls.

 The halls  became darker and darker. Suddenly a yellow butterfly fluttered down through the window. Little Blue Riding Hood started to chase the butterfly.

"I'll catch you! I'll catch you!" he called. He ran all throughout the halls trying to catch but was not able to.


In the meantime, two wicked eyes were spying on her from behind a post a strange rustling in the next room made Little Blue Riding Hood's heart thump.

Now quite afraid he said to herself. "I must find the halls and run away from here!"

At last he reached the halls again but his heart leapt into her mouth at the sound of a gruff voice which said: "Where are you going, my cute little boy, all alone in the stadium?"

"I'm taking Joe Pa some water bottles. He lives at the end of the hall," said Little Blue Riding Hood in a faint voice.

When he heard this, Mike McQueary(for it was the assitant coach himself) politely asked: "Is Joe Pa by himself?"


 "Oh, yes," replied Little Blue Riding Hood, "and he never opens the door to strangers!"

"Goodbye. Perhaps we'll meet again," replied Mike McQueary . Then he loped away thinking to himself "I'll tell Joe Pa to go get something for me first, then lie in wait for the child!" At last, the room came in sight. Knock! Knock! The  Mike McQueary rapped on the door.

"Who's there?" cried Joe Pa from his office.

"It's me, Mike McQueary, I need to talk to you about some things we need for the guys. I was wondering if you would mind go getting them for me.
 
"Oh yes come on in, sure no problem I'll get right on that and go get it for you."
 
"Mr. Paterno, can I come in?" Little Blue Riding Hood called. 


Now, Mike Mcqueary had got Joe to leave it was just him in his office. waiting for Little Blue Riding Hood. "Knock, Knock, Knock, can i come in" yelled the little boy. "yes just turn the door knob." he said.

You're not Joe Paterno the little boy said.


"What a deep voice you have," said the little boy in surprise.

"The better to greet you with," said Mike Mcqueary

"Goodness, what big eyes you have."

"The better to see you with."

"And what big hands you have!" exclaimed Little Blue Riding Hood, stepping over to the desk.

"The better to grab with you!" growled Mike McQueary jumping out of his seat, now raping him.

Unforunately this story does not have a happy ending like the real Little Red Riding Hood.  This was hidden for many years although many people knew and didn't seriously deal with the case.  Unlike the real story Little Blue Riding Hood did not have a hero to save him.

   
                                             


 

"A Modest Proposal" Questions

1. The speaker identifies himself as being included in the social group of the upperclass. The type of persona Swift creates for the 'author' of this essay is that he is trying to sound like he came up with a solution that will end all poverty.
2. The speaker uses persuasion to make the reader think hat it is ok to eat children, and almost to think that it will later become a habit of life. he doesnt really want to kill all the kids but he is saying this because most kids end up poor and becoming theives just to survive.
3. You detect differences between the proposer and Swift himself because Swift it trying to state that people in Ireland shouldnt have that many kids if they are unable to raise them, and if they are going to just end up liek beggars on the street.
4. The audience of this work is focused towards the middle/upperclass of Ireland to buy the children, but also i think the poor so that they realize how society can deal with this issue, and really think about the problems of overpopulation amoungst the poor has done. he doesnt take a side he just thinks they need to do iniiate things on their own and deal with their problems instead of being lazy beggers. he identifies himself in the upperclass. all social classes are to blame.
5. yes, this is a satirical story. yes he comes up with proposals.
6. he lists benefits and advantages of is proposal, like Firstly, Secondly, Thirdly. he is doing it for the good of the country.
7. swifts piece was very successful and well written. i think it stregthens the story and has a big impact on the sotry.
8. the modest proposal is a Juvenalian satire, that shockingly reveals an often-overlooked dimension of British colonialism with regards to the Irish through savage ridicule and disdainful contempt
9. because this is not a modest solution. the solution is very extreme. this is verbal irony because its not want it sounds like.

Shrek

1. she sticks up for herself
2. merriman sings for her
3. she beats up all the guys

parody: dancing is from westside
              slow motion kick is from matrix
reverse: fiona fighting
incongruity: when fiona is fighting and she fixes her hair

Why I Want a Wife

1. Does this essay have an explicitly stated thesis? If so, what is it? If you believe the thesis is implied, paraphrase it in your own words.-yes, the essay has an implied thesis.  it explains all the reasons why a men would want a wife and what she does.2. Throughout the essay, Brady repeats the words “I want a wife.” What is the effect of this repetition? 
-it shows all the things he wants in a wife 3. Brady never uses the personal pronouns he or she to refer to the wife she defines. Why not?
-she doesn't use personal pronouns because she is giving her thoughts and opinions on what a good wife would be and how to make the husband happy. i think is giving a general opinion that most men would want for their wives.

4. Do you think Brady really wants the kind of wife she describes—does this ideal spouse

actually exist? Explain why you think Brady wrote this essay.

-no i don't think she really wants that kind of wife.  i don't think the ideal spouse exists either.  i think she wrote the essay to show the ideal fantasy wife.  she tells us all the things that the husband could want the wife to do but probably is unrealistic.

5. How does Brady define what it means to be a “wife”? How does she organize the many services a wife provides her husband and family? What do you think of Brady’s characterization of a wife and her responsibilities? How do you think she wants her readers to respond to this characterization? Why?

-Brady defines a wife through all the things she needs to do with the children and the make him happy. she organizes them on his sexual needs, their social life, and the kids needs and responsiblities. i think that Brady's characterization of a wife and her responsibilities are very high and a lot to do. i think she wants readers to respond by seeing that a wife is a big job and that she can't do it alone because there are many responsiblities. i think it shows that the wifes roll is to large to carry.

6. Write a letter to Brady responding to “I Want a Wife.” Let her know what you admire or don’t admire about the essay and the extent to which you consider it effective and/or persuasive.

Dear Brady,

         i admire all the things you wrote about that a women should posses to make a husband happy. to be honest most man would probably like a wife with many of these charcteristics. but this is a very large list and overwhelming. i think this is a very high standard for wives. i do think that women should have some of these skills and take on some of these responsiblities but i also believe the husband can help cook or clean or help with the children.

7. Write your own piece entitled “I Want a/an X.” You can use Brady’s essay as a model, and in the process, imitate some of her stylistic techniques. Or, alternatively, write an essay about the role of a “wife” in the early twenty-first century, explaining how a wife’s responsibilities complement and are complemented by those of a spouse.
i want a little brother.
  i want a little brother so he can wake me up through out the night. one that will force me most times to get out of bed and help him. i want a little brother so i can help change all his dirty diapers or be the one that he throughs up on.  i want him to cry in my arms as i try to rock him to sleep.
  i want a little brother so i can play with him non stop during the day and be tackled to the floor. i want a little brother that screams and shouts.  i want a little brother that has a temper tantrum so he kicks and hits. i want a little brother so that he can grab all my things and break them.

lightswitch

once upon a time there was a magic lightswitch.  the magic lightswitch was guarded by the most deadliest warriors. if turned on it would give the person access to the most terrifying weapons and the ability to control night and day.  this could give an evil leader all the power he needs and potentially take over the entire world.  although this lightswitch has not been touched for centuries and centuries; theyre have been many brave souls to try and combat the deadly warriors and failed every time.  until one man, Ren MacCormack. . . dun dun dunnn