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. 

13 Reasons Why

Hannah Baker is dead. Not on accident, because she killed herself. In her wake, she left audio tapes to be mailed around the thirteen people whose fault it was that she was dead. Clay Jenson wants nothing to do with the tapes, but finds himself on them.

I liked this book, but I didn't get sad, and I was expecting more emotion in the book. I did't attach to
Clay, so I couldn't feel his pain. I wish I could have gotten more into the book because it is pretty well written. Warnings: Most (if not all) of the people in our class can read this book, but it does have some advanced (per-say) topics.

:)

Occasional Poem

I feel my feet lift

And bound, 

There is no

Gravity.

What a great feeling 

To see the 

Earth and the

Stars as a whole.

To see the 

Whole world 

While putting

A flag 

In the grey

Dust.

What a great feeling

To be able to just

Lift your feet

And jump.

It feels like you are flying.

What a great feeling to

Put a flag

In the ground,

But this ground is

Untouched.

There is no wind.

Our footprints will be 

There,

Sitting there

Forever.

What a great feeling,

 but yet so scary to see 

your planet so, so far away.

I wonder...

Will I make it home?

There is worries,

But I feel alive.

Ode To Coco (My Dog)

Fluffy in the winter

Soft in the summer

Fast, running, jumping

A faint blur of black and white

Zipping By

Can you see her?

Going by so fast 

So determined to catch 

Catch just one

Squirrel or maybe a bird

Jingling with the tags in her collar

Pulling hard on the leash

She wants to run

and run and run

But I won't let her 

Won't let my little furr-ball run away

Zipping by on the fly

But then getting so sleepy

Lying in a itty-bitty ball

By the fireplace

She is all mine

My little puppy 

Haikus

The caterpillar

Climbed up the rather small branches

Getting ready to fly

The butterfly climbs

Up the branches ready to fly

Up and up and up

Bright vibrant colors shine

On the wings of this creature

Who flies with a smile

Unremembered by Jessica Brody

Freedom Airlines flight 121 went down into the pacific and all the passengers died. All but Violet, a teen who is perfect and has violet eyes. She was unharmed, but lands in the hospital with no memory at all. Then she sees this boy, Zen. He knows who she is - and says she has a different name and had anything but a normal past - but can Violet trust him? The only thing she truly knows is hers is a locket that reads: S+Z=1609.

I really liked this book. It has a slow start, and when the plot really started, I realized I was halfway through the book. It ends in a cliffhanger that I won't spoil, but I thought it was a great ending. My favorite character is Violet because I like how she tells the story. Jessica Brody wrote it so you were just as confused as Violet, but in a good way.

SOL April 8

A poem about yesterday:

Yesterday was yesterday

it is behind me.

The wind was flying through my hair

yesterday was yesterday.

I did throw a disk, 

I did some math,

I went to matrix,

and

I hoped it wouldn't rain.

Yesterday was yesterday.

A poem about today:

Today is now

I am going through it.

My hair is not flying,

I did not throw a disk.

Today is now.

I have sat at my desk,

gone to the library.

I have researched 

I have written.

Today is now.

A poem about tomorrow:

Tomorrow is the unknown.

I don't know what i'll do. 

Maybe some work,

maybe a trip to the library or two.

Tomorrow is the unknown.

I don't know what i'll do.

But I know I will explore.

Four By Veronica Roth

This is a prequel to the Divergent series. It is about Four, and his life as an initiate up to a few weeks after he meets Tris. It shows his opinions about his Dad, Dauntless, and Tris. He ended up knowing about a lot that he did not revel in the other books. I like the way his character was even more defined, it made you think back on the series and have different opinions about Four. It was a great ending to the series. Veronica Roth is a great author and I cannot wait to read more of her books.

TBR:

13 Reasons Why

5th Wave

Recommendations?

LAST SOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's my last SOL so it better be good. 

It's my last SOL and I think it should.

So far I have come with these slices of life.

Oh, what a wild life.

but here I go:

Who would want to watch over me? Angels? I don't believe in angels. So much wouldn't have happened to me if there were angels. 

The big blue creature reaches for me, takes me deeper, ever so deeper into my mess.

Then a train arrives full of possibility. It also arrives with an interesting girl named Cat. 

My eggs have not been fried, they have been fired. Hot fiery eggs.

Ice cream, so much ice cream. In bed for so, so long. It felt like the best day of my life when I could go outside.

I had another friend. She was scared of them.

So pink, I feel like I am twisting a ball of brain. Each little stand is a thought. I wonder what it is thinking. 

I fly high through the air soaring, but suddenly hit the ceiling.

So many swirling thoughts tumbling around in a big jumble.

This train carries hope.

Dinosaurs hatched from eggs. Birds evolved from dinosaurs. Chicken are birds. Meaning... the egg came first!

That small thought, that notice that something, anything, will go wrong.

There was once a flying pig.

Today (3. 14 15) at 9:26 and 53 seconds make a wish (for 3.141592653)

That I was so tired but now i'm desired by my parents, to get up.

I run, sprinting because we only have fifteen seconds left. 14, 13

I loved you from the beginning,

but of course I was one of the last to read it.

*Grace walks in* "There seems to be a lot of grace missing lately..." "Like hail merry." "Do you get it?" "No."

A tiny little snip from a pair of scissors that marked no turning back. No turning back from a change, a big change. 

You don't CARE if the movie lasted forever if they went word for word. You WANT it to last forever.

I count the decades: 0.00246412 I count the centuries: 0.000246412

The best, greatest, way to use a brand of plastic concave disk in order for players seek to score points by passing a frisbee to a teammate over the opposing teams goal line. There are many variations of this sport.

I will have to say all the best, you were my bird's nest. I will have to say take care and I swear:

You will not be forgotten.

BEST BOOK EVER! The characters were really well developed and this book is very well written. The story gets better and better, especially at the end of allegiant, but I won't spoil that.

The snow outside is pouring, it is like we are in a snow globe. Someone is shaking this globe over and over, even though I just want them to stop. 

"Oh, so everything I say has to go in your slice?" "Yup..." "Blah blah blah, blah blah blah, blah blah blah." "No!" "Do you know how to draw bubble letters?" "No! Grace!" "Just be quite until I finish." "Ok."

"Does this look good?" "Grace!" "Sorry..."

Cause the players gonna play, play, play. And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate. Baby I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake. Shake it off!

An abstract, A wonder, An awe, A marvel, A chance, An amazement, A hassle, A confusion, A lifetime, A SOL, A Slice Of Life.

It wants to go into shops, it is pushing open doors. It wants to sit on a bench and watch the waves tickle the shore. There are sharp blasts pulling around a certain bench. 

I heard the door close behind her and the little click that meant she locked the door. Then I heard the car drive away. She was gone.

That was 30 days of my life.

HAPPY SLICING!

And, thank you Linda for the idea of what to write my slice about.

SOL March 30

My Day:


4:30 AM:


"Sof, I'm leaving now" My mom told me. She had just woken me up to tell me she was leaving to go on a work trip. "I love you, bye" I said groggily as she gave me a hug. "Bye, sweetie." She said as she walked away. I heard the door close behind her and the little click that meant she locked the door. Then I heard the car drive away. She was gone.


Morning:


I wake up to a buzzing, thinking, Oh it Monday, I better get ready for school. Then I open my eyes remember its spring break and I am in CA with my grandparents. I turn over, still hearing buzzing and pick up my phone. It's my Mom.


MOM: good morning! I'm about to board my plane.


ME: yay! I hope you have good flight. Luv u.


MOM: I gtg. Text you when I can.


ME: Ok, bye.


MOM: Bye


"good morning sweetie," my grandpa says. He came to check on me once he was up. He leaves. "Hello, do you want some breakfast?" My Grandma asks when she comes in. "Ok," I say.


Breakfast:


Toast with cream cheese, fruit and a drink.


Ingredients:


Toast, of any kind
Cream cheese
Fruit (preferably watermelon and raspberries)
Drink (any kind)


Instructions:


Put your bread in toaster to make toast


Put toast on plate


Spread with cream cheese


Add cut up fruit on side


Pour drink in glass


Enjoy!


 A Walk:


Down the hill we go, down, and down until the sea breeze hits us. Our feet smack on pavement. Click slap click slap. Our feet crunch on gravel as we sit down on a bench. Up the hill we go, up and up until we are back. Our tired feet drag along the pavement as we hope for shade. The air conditioning hits us with a blast when we step inside the house.


Lunch:


Going out to meet some relatives, that I have apparently met before. PF Chang's great food, I have Veggie LoMein. Going out for gelato, I have cookies and cream. We facetime my Mom.
"Hi!" We all say. "Hi everyone. I just wanted to see you before I went into meeting." She says. "I've gotta run, I'll text you, Sof." "Ok, bye!" I reply.


Shopping:


Trying on clothes. Coming out. Getting a new size. Trying on more clothes. Fun, but tiring.
Now finding a new suitcase. This one, is perfect. It is a carry-on and metallic teal. We buy it, then head back to the house.


Writing:


Now I'm on the computer, writing my SOL. It's been a long day, and it isn't over yet!

SOL March 29

The wind pulls my hair this way and that. The bay's breeze tickles me, wants me. There is moisture in the air. And the breeze
                                      is
                                          alive.
It wants to go into shops, it is pushing open doors. It wants to sit on a bench and watch the waves tickle the shore. There are sharp blasts pulling around a certain bench. It wants to eat sushi, and is pushing open the restaurant door. It wants to go into an antique shop, pulling the door open with a gust. It has decided to follow me around ticking my hair and making me go crazy. But then again, nothing that
                    is
                       alive
is perfect. The wind has pushed a baby bird out if it's nest. I see the newborn, no feathers on it's skin lying on the ground. It's guts are lying next to it in a pool of blood. I scream and run and put my face in my mom's arm. The wind
                                              is
                                                 alive.
It is taunting
screeching
crying
running
playing
laughing
straying
distracting
attacking
acknowledging

The wind, like any other

Is alive

SOL March 28

A dedication

A challenge

A bite

A curiosity

A sliver

A month 

A credibility 

A love

A soul

A dare

A surprise 

A portion 

A heart

A wedge

A being

An energy

An enthusiasm 

An essence 

A fascination

An impulse

A sparkle

An abstract

A wonder

An awe 

A marvel

A chance

An amazement

A hassle

A confusion

A lifetime

A SOL

A Slice Of Life.

SOL 27

Most depressing song lyrics EVER:

If I Die Young:

If I die young, bury me in satin

Lay me down on a bed of roses

Sink me in a river at dawn

Send me away with the words of a love song

Uh oh, uh oh

Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother

She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh,

And life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no

Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby

The sharp knife of a short life, oh well

I've had just enough time

Pompeii:

I was left to my own devices

Many days fell away with nothing to show.

And the walls kept tumbling down

In the city that we love

Great clouds roll over the hills

Bringing darkness from above

But if you close your eyes

Does it almost feel like

Nothing changed at all?

And if you close your eyes

Does it almost feel like

You've been here before?

Firework:

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag

Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?

Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin

Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?

Do you ever feel already buried deep six feet under?

Screams but no one seems to hear a thing

Do you know that there's still a chance for you

'Cause there's a spark in you?

But why... do people always write about the sad things and not the happy ones?

I guess there are some songs that are happy...

Shake It Off:

Can't stop, won't stop moving

It's like I got this music

In my mind, saying it's gonna be alright

Cause the players gonna play, play, play

And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate

Baby I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake

Shake it off

Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break

And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake

Baby I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake

Shake it off, Shake it off

Happy:

Here come bad news talking this and that, yeah,

Well, give me all you got, and don't hold it back, yeah,

Well, I should probably warn you I'll be just fine, yeah,

No offense to you, don't waste your time

Here's why

Because I'm happy

Shut Up and Dance:

She took my arm,

I don't know how it happened.

We took the floor and she said,

"Oh, don't you dare look back

Just keep your eyes on me."

I said, "You're holding back,"

She said, "Shut up and dance with me!"

This woman is my destiny

She said, "Oh, oh, oh,

Shut up and dance with me."

(that last one was for Kam :D)

SOL March 26

This is literally a slice of my life. It is a conversation between Grace and I.

"I don't know what to write my slice about."

"Just write blah blah blah, blah blah blah, blah blah blah."

"I'm just going to do another slice of my life."
"Blah blah blah, blah blah blah, blah blah blah."

"Wow, grace."

"I think I just heard Blu blu blah blu blah blu blah."

"No, I just said blah a bunch of times."

"How many times did you say that Grace"

*laugh*

"I don't know, like ten."

"Ok..."

"No, more like nine."

"How do you draw a small frisbee, disk like thing?"

"Oh, are you doing the disk challenge."

"Ya."

"I would do it like this"

*I draw a disk*

"Actually, that sucked, do like a line with a circle with like more circles... you know?"

"Ok,"

"Arg!"

"What?"

"Now I have to write all that in my slice."

"Oh, so everything I say has to go in your slice?"

"Yup..."

"Blah blah blah, blah blah blah, blah blah blah."

"No!"

"Do you know how to draw bubble letters?"

"No! Grace!"

"Just be quite until I finish."

"Ok."

"Does this look good?"

"Grace!"

"Sorry..."

"Do you mind if I use your name?"

"I don't care."

"'Cause like, I just put it in..."

"I don't mind."

"I'm going to color this in now."

"You know you can only use two colors, right?"

"Ya, I'm only using two."

"Oh, good, this is gold..."

"And this is purple..."

"Are you done with your Ultimate thing?"

"Grace..."

"Are you seriously still writing that?"

"Ya, look."

"Wow, I have to read that thing."

"Oh, pretty gold..."

"GRACE!"

"I don't like my lightning blots...."

"Grace!"

"Ops..."

SOL March 25

The sleet is souring down and
                                                I
                                                  am
                                                       in
                                                          a
                                                             skirt.

Most day I choose not to wear skirts, they are not my go to, per-say. But today...
                                                                                                                              I
                                                                                                                               am
                                                                                                                                    in
                                                                                                                                        a
                                                                                                                                          skirt.

My poor, bare legs wonder how long they will last until death.
I wonder how long I will last.

The snow outside is pouring, it is like we are in a snow globe. Someone is shaking this globe over and over, even though I just want them to stop. To put an end to all of this. To make the globe so knees can see another day.

This snow globe is not stopping. I must stay inside. Please be indoor recess. But wait. Why am I wishing for something we all hate? Oh I must be dining of cold already. The snow will keep falling and I will keep wishing that I was smart.

SOL March 24- Divergent

Beatrice Prior lives in a city with factions, that means that there are five different classifications for people. The first is Abnegation, who are the selfless. The second is Dauntless, the brave. The third is Amity who believe in peace. The fourth is Erudite who care about knowledge. The fifth is Candor who are always honest. Beatrice is Abnegation, but at the choosing ceremony, she chooses Dauntless, after learning she is Divergent. She found that out from the aptitude test,where her results were inconclusive, meaning she fit under Dauntless, Abnegation, and Erudite. After joining dauntless she realizes what grave danger awaits her, as a divergent.

BEST BOOK EVER! The characters were really well developed and this book is very well written. The story gets better and better, especially at the end of allegiant, but I won't spoil that. You should read these  books! 

Bye, bye!

SOL March 23

An Ode to Kam:

I will have to say goodbye.

Do you remember the time we learned to tie a tie? 

I will have to say see you,

Though we have so much more to do.

I will have to say adieu,

Feeling very blue

I will have to say until then

I know I will hear from you again.

I will have to say ciao

When you take your final bow.

I will have to say so long,

But I know that is where you do belong.

I will have to say adios,

Even though we were really close.

I will have to say au revoir

As you wave from your car.

I will have to say cheerio

And say goodbye to a hero.

I will have to say aloha,

but maybe we can meet in Doha.

I will have to say farewell

And know our time was very swell.

I will have to say later

To a great creator.

I will have to say have a good one

Knowing that we had some fun.

I will have to say all the best

You were my bird's nest.

I will have to say take care

And I swear:

You will not be forgotten.

Bye bye! 

SOL March 22

Definition of Ultimate Frisbee in English:

Noun

A team sport in which players seek to score points by passing a frisbee to a teammate over the opposing teams goal line:

accurate throwing is hugely important in Ultimate Frisbee

That was from oxforddictionaries.com

I don't think that definition is very accurate. 

You need to consider it's name: Ultimate Frisbee

First find ultimate's definition (I found this in dictionary.refrence.com and shortened it):

Adjective

1.
last; furthest or farthest; ending a process or series:
the ultimate point in a journey; the ultimate style in hats.
3.
highest; not subsidiary:
ultimate goal in life.

Noun

5.
the final point; final result.
6.
a fundamental fact or principle.
7.
the best, greatest, or most extreme of its kind.

Look at number 7. I like that on best. Now we look at frisbee (dictionary.refrence.com):

Trademark.

1.
a brand of plastic concave disk, used for various catching games bysailing it between two or more players and thrown by making it spinas it is released with a flick of the wrist.

Now, we can take those three definitions (ultimate frisbee, ultimate, and frisbee) to make one:

Ultimate Frisbee:

Noun

1.

The best, greatest, way to use a brand of plastic concave disk in order for players seek to score points by passing a frisbee to a teammate over the opposing teams goal line. There are many variations of this sport.

2.

The most extreme way to use a plastic disk by throwing to other teammates over the opting team's goal line in order to get points. 

And that is what ultimate frisbee is, though definitions cannot really define things at their core. 

:)

SOL March 21

I count the seconds:
777,600
I count the minutes:
12,960
I count the hours:
216
I count the days:
9
I count the weeks:
1.28571
I count the months:
0.295694
I count the years:
0.0246412
I count the decades:
0.00246412
I count the centuries:
0.000246412

I count how much longer the SOL Challenge will last.

I count the seconds:
1.814e+6
I count the minutes:
30,240
I count the hours:
504
I count the days:
21
I count the weeks:
3
I count the months:
0.689953
I count the years:
0.0574961
I count the decades:
0.00574961
I count the centuries:
0.000574961

I count how far we have come.

SOL March 20

Have you

ever

felt that

feeling

where your

head hurts 

with frustration.

When you watch a 

movie

based on the 

BEST

book ever in the

history of

ever,

and then they 

leave out 

so much.

That feeling 

when you 

know 

what happens next,

you can't wait,

you shake with anticipation,

but then,

it doesn't happen.

You scream:

"WHAT?"

they left that out?

Why would they do that to you?

You don't 

CARE 

if the movie lasted

forever if they went 

word 

for

word.

You 

WANT

it to last forever.

But then,

you finish the movie

and realize:

that was really good...

but..

what about that one

part, where a character

leaves,

and then that one 

character is a 

BIG 

part in the next book.

And then you wonder:

what will they do?

They didn't even make that 

ONE

character a

character.

You didn't even know he 

even

EXISTED

in the movie.

Humph.

What a disappointment.

But then you think:

Hey,

that was

really,

truly,

honestly,

GREAT.

:)

SOL March 19

Almost four hours ago, there was a snip. A tiny little snip from a pair of scissors that marked no turning back. No turning back from a change, a big change. This change would take more than a few moths to grow back. Almost three hours and forty-five minutes ago there was another snip. That snip marked being halfway done. Then, almost three hours and fifteen minutes, you could hear a snip. A snip that marked the end. It marked the end of cutting off almost six inches from my hair.

SOL March 18

This is literally a slice of my life:

*Grace walks in*

"There seems to be a lot of grace missing lately..."

"Like hail merry."

"Do you get it?"

"No."

"It's like... you know grace... like... inside of you..."

"Oh! Now I get it."

"Doctor, is my husband going to live? He is if you... I can't read the rest of this one."

"Hey, let me read the rest."

"Here."

"Sof, come here." 

*Talia walks in* 

"I can just stay here."

"Oh yeah!"

"Oh, is that a twirler?"

"No, it's a red vine you were wrong."

"Is it one of Eric's stale ones?"

"No, he got new ones."

"Oh!"

"Alright guys, come meet for 90 seconds."

 

SOL March 17

An Ode To Divergent:

I loved you from the beginning

But of course I was one of the last to read it.

So I had to feel

The pain and sorrow of someone spoiling your book.

especially you, a book I 

truly love

so dearly

but then

bam!

I know your ending

but I am only to the middle.

I know who the characters really are.

I know.

But I don't want to, I want to finish you myself.

*sigh*

Why do people spoil

the things

I love?

Oh Divergent why do I love you so?

SOL March 16

I run, sprinting because we only have fifteen seconds left. 

14

13

12

11

10

9

8

7

6

5

4

3

2

I jump, diving behind a shrubby tree at the last second. Looking up from my hiding place, I notice I cut myself on my arm, my wrist, and my finger. I wince with the pain. Suddenly, I realize I have to see the number. What is it? I see it just before Elizabeth's hand goes down. It is a two. The time starts ticking, this time we only have ten seconds:

9

8

7

where should I go?

6

5

4

look! another shrubby tree!

3

2

I dive behind this one, keeping my head down. I feel a pain in my left arm. Ouch! I have two more small grass cuts on my arm. I hear Elizabeth calling out the people she sees. "Who is that?" She says "Oh, Sofie, I see you!" I come out from my shrub, leaving my friend behind. I hope she isn't caught. Darn. I keep watching the game, sad that I didn't win. 

SOL March 15

Doing nothing feels so good

I think my mom understood

That I was so tired 

But now i'm desired

By my parents, to get up.

But lying here is so nice

Maybe I'll have some rice

I am a little antsy

Feeling a little fancy

My pillow here next to me

I will plea

To keep on laying

So I will keep on saying:

Doing nothing feels so good

SOL March 14

Today is Pi(e) day. By the way: This is some of Pi: 3.141592653589793238462643832795....

1.  Today (3. 14 15) at 9:26 and 53 seconds make a wish (for 3.141592653) 
2.  Today 3. 14 at 1:59 and 26 seconds make a wish (for 3.1415926)
3.  Eat a piece of pie.
4.  Now!
5.  Count the letters in each word: May I have a large container of coffee?  (they equal pi (3.1415926))
6. Pi is thought to have been used to make ancient Egyptian pyramids 
7. Have a good day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
8. Cool video:

Photo and Video Credit: "Pi Day Isn't Just Magical, It's Mathematics. And There's Pie!" NPR. NPR, n.d. Web. 14 Mar. 2015.

SOL March 13

The Miracle Of The Flying Pig

There was once a flying pig. His name was Fredrick. He used to not have wings.Then, one day he wandered over to the woods on a day just like today. Friday the 13th. But today was a lucky day for this pig. Anyway, he wandered over into the woods and saw another pig. He had wings, unlike Fredrick. This pig's name was Finley. Fredrick wandered over to Finley and asked where got his wings. Finley directed Fredrick to a birds nest a few trees down. Fredrick saw that the nest was full of wings. Oh my! he squealed with delight.Then they flew away. 

The end 

SOL March 12

That little tickle in the 

back

of your mind

That little prick in the

back

of your mind

That small thought, 

that notice that

something,

anything,

will so wrong.

That anxiety

That Stress

That little tiny thought

that is trying

oh

so

hard

to come to the front 

of your

mind.

To be a 

big

deal.

That thought 

that even though

you are doing 

your best,

That thought

that it's not

nearly

enough.

But then 

when it is

over, it

can go

two ways

You do well

Or you fail.

Either way

it will be over.

and you will not be 

Stressed

SOL March 11

Who came first? 

The Chicken:

Or The Egg:

Hmmm....

Everyone has pondered this question some point in their life. Who came first? I thought the chicken. But really. How could it be the chicken. Even though they are fluffy and cute, they had to hatch from an egg. Dinosaurs hatched from eggs. The question is: who came first: the chicken or the egg? The question isn't: who came first: the chicken or the chicken egg? If that second one were the question, then, sure, it would be the chicken... but dinosaurs people!! Dinosaurs hatched from eggs. Birds evolved from dinosaurs. Chicken are birds. Meaning...

 the egg came first!

Egg and Spoon-Gregory Maguire SOL march 10

This book is about two girls named Cat and Elena. There lives cross when a train pulls up into Elena's starving town. This train carries hope. They get separated from their lives and go on amazing adventures. I don't recommend this book because it was really boring for the first 250 pages. Then it got interesting. Though this book was well written, it had very, very little plot and I did not enjoy it. My favorite character was Baba Yaga, the Russian witch. She was written to be really funny, and she has a temper.

TBR:

Divergent

Insurgent

Recommendations?

SOL MARCH 9

So many

Swirling Thoughts

Tumbling Around

In a Big

Jumble

So many

Ideas

Memories

But...

Nothing.

What should I write?

OH!

Wait!

I just wrote something.

SOL March 8

I fly high through the air soaring, but suddenly hit the ceiling. Ouch, ouch, oh! I bump along through the rafters. I come flying down, dropping faster and faster. I hit the cement ground with a soft ping and bounce back up. But not as high because a huge hand comes swooping out of the air on to me. Suddenly I am thrown up and hit with a wooden paddle. I land on the table with another ping, leaping up to greet the other paddle. It hits me with another ping, and I go across the table over and over again. Then, suddenly, I come crashing down on cement and roll into the dust. I am grabbed by the big hand and, once again,  hit by the paddle into the rafters. Bang, bang, oh, ouch! I land, trapped between the ceiling, laying on top of the open garage door. Then, I begin rolling and rolling and fall, landing in the big hand to once again be hit by the paddle. I am a ping-pong ball.