Into Into Thin Air by Jon Krakauer Week 2

Jon Krakauer dreamed of climbing Everest as a child. This book is a non- fiction personal account of the Mount Everest disaster. The Mount Everest disaster happened on May 10, 1996. Four different expeditions were trying to reach the top, when a powerful storm came up suddenly All the climbers were trapped in a precarious position. Even strong and experienced climbers such as the guides Hall and Fischer could only struggle short distances down the peak. 

Though this is a nonfiction book it is written like a fiction adventure book. It is really interesting, but at the end kind of sad. I highly recommend it. There is lots of cursing in this book and some descriptions that are gory, but I think anyone in our class can read it and should. 

Happy Last Book Blog Everyone!!!!!!!

SOL From Spring Trip To Hawaii.

I am so tired and I wonder why do we have to roll our stupid suit cases over this grass? My head hurts, I'm tiered. Then, a chain of reactions happened.
First, the cement. I could roll my suitcase perfectly!
Second, I trained my eyes on to a picnic table where we were putting our stuff.
Last, I looked up and saw the ocean. A mere few yards away. I started running,
and running
         my suitcase tumbling
   behind
             me.
Upon arriving I -              - my suitcase and snapped a photo. Then I
                            dropped                                                                    ===ran straight onto the 

WAVES

                                                                                                                

Hyperbole and a Half By Allie Brosh

This a collection of true stories that all happened to the author, Allie Brosh. She talks a little bit about her depression and how she felt (or didn't). She also tells stories like the time a goose came into her house, or the time her mom got lost in the woods with Allie and her sister. I loved this book, I had wanted to read it for a while. When my mom finally handed it to me, I read it in a day! There are pictures in this book, but I don't think they have the majority of the book. There are a lot of curse words, but I think everyone in our class would like this book. These are some examples of the cartoons in the book:

And, of course: the cover:

Into Thin Air by Jon Krakauer

Into Thin Air is a personal account of the Mt. Everest disaster in 1996*. Jon Krakauer dreamed of climbing Everest as a child. Climbing was his life but he decided to quite when he got married. When he got an offer at his job to write an article about climbing Everest as a first person guide, he immediately excepted. Joining an commercial expedition with Rob HallFaced with the challenge of the Everest disaster.


Though this is a nonfiction book it is written like a fiction adventure book. I highly recommend it. There is lots of cursing in this book, but I think anyone in our class can read it and should.

*Disaster struck on May 10, 1996 as four different expeditions all attempted to reach the summit. Guide Anatoli Boukreev took his team to the top early in the day, with Rob Hall and Scott Fischer’s teamclose behind. When a powerful storm came up suddenly, the climbers were trapped in a precarious position. Even strong and experienced climbers such as Hall and Fischer, both Everest veterans, could only struggle short distances down the peak. Boukreev descended to the nearest camp without his clients, ostensibly to be in a better position to rescue them. (In his book, Krakauer was highly critical of this move. Boukreev countered Krakauer’s version of the story with his own in The Climb, published in 1997.)


Hall and Fischer stayed with their clients but the continuing storm made everyone vulnerable to death as oxygen supplies ran out. Although technology allowed Rob Hall to talk to his wife in New Zealand by satellite phone, there was nothing that could be done to save eight of the climbers, including both Hall and Fischer, who could not make it back to camp. - http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/death-on-mount-everest

Poetry On Thursday

Poem one:

Coming in,

Breathing out,

Wondering. 

Darkness floods

through 

and around every 

corner.

Along

with the dark,

haziness, comes 

a memory.

Or two, 

a few.

Glimpses of

my past.

Staring out 

a window,

I am wondering.

As I walk away,

my memories go,

wandering,

 drifting,

then they

just slip

out 

the window.

Poem two:

A strip of purple.

Titled: The Logan School 

On top of windows,

Above doors.

In front of the 

building 

that is

forever 

etched

in

memory.

A tree,

splintering 

up, against

the 

hard,

grey 

sky.

Sounds Scary,

It is.

It is scary 

because

I have spent 

my whole life

with this

building.

And yet,

some hallways are

unfamiliar.

Only because

it has been 

years

since I walked through 

them.

Sitting on the grass,

looking back.

To that one

single

strip of 

purple.

Purple the color of

one single drop 

of grape.

How can 

a strip

of purple

know me?

How has it been 

able

to see me

grow?

From the first day,

until...

now, here

sitting,

looking back

to a strip of 

purple metal.

My Limericks:

1: written in the Lobby

There once was a girl from far away

but she had plans to stay.

But she saw her friend from long ago,

and leaping into their arms caused quite the show.

Now she went with her friend to explore the place she was to stay.

2: written in the C220 UFA:

There once was a girl from far away

The tiles in a hall were her family.

She recognized each one,

and had lots of fun.

But now she is grown up and she has left that hallway.

3: written in the UFA next to Tari's class:

There was once a girl next to a clock ticking,

behind her, the sun shining.

AT a table so familiar,

that she left behind her

as her legs grew longer and her life started running. 

Free Verse Poem

Poem 1: Max and Kam's class

I can hear people learning

I can hear collaborative 

voices

talking with each other.

Wondering

Answering 

Questioning

I can hear people learning,

pencils scratching

feet stomping

heads wondering.

I can hear people learning.

Poem 2: The Lobby

I keep drifting off

flashing back.

Back to me,

a four year old.

Hand in hand 

with my parents.

Walking in,

looking.

Seeing stairs leading

up to the unknown.

Seeing two hallways. 

Seeing the art room

I desperately wanted 

to explore.

Being lead 

down

the blue hallway 

to one of the 

best days of my life.

Back to me,

six years old.

Walking in with my parents

To a new hallway

that was hidden 

behind the stairs.

Back to the day

that I was terrified. 

Going upstairs for the

very

first

time.

I looked down the hallways,

to the front desk 

for a helpful smile

that I then received.

I embarked up the stairs,

no longer going back.

I am going forward. 

Poem 3: Library

I feel a piece of hard wood

right below my shoulder blades

directly on my spine.

My feet and head lean 

against a rainbow 

of book spines.

I sit on rough carpet 

the color people call grape.

I don't know why.

No grapes are the color

grape.

Above me,  the ceiling.

A house to

two lights.

I hid here. 

When I was small,

I liked the way the 

books made me feel.

They made me feel calm, safe.

I hid from all my worries.

I hid from the stress and newness

of the upstairs.

I was hidden between the

book shelves.

Maybe I just wanted to be read.