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**Chat June 4, 2009 Clara: what were your feelings? Sarah: I FELT Eunice: I think this book was really interesting Sarah: yup Clara: because? Sarah: it was good Clara: i thought it was good for young ppl Sarah:the characters were interesting Clara: cause like Eunice: because it made me think about how dancers were and how dreams did come true for Parvati Clara: she had to make Clara: decisions Sarah: yup Sarah: so Sarah: yup Eunice: and she had to keep trying Sarah: yup Sarah: and her dream like Sarah: at the end Sarah: came true Sarah: and stuff Sarah: and she got to talk to Shiva or something Eunice: yup Sarah: yup Sarah:shes IMPORTANT Sarah: or something Eunice: kay **

 Q/A About Shiva's Fire June 4, 2009  **a. What are three things that you liked about the character in your novel. Be specific by giving examples.**
 * Three things I liked about the character Parvati in my novel was that she was true (she didn't lie or hide anything), she was truly devoted to her dancing, and that she was like a real person. Even though she could do so many strange things, she was a real character to me, and captured my attention. **


 * b. What were the three most important events?**
 * The most important event in the novel were the birth of Parvati (and Rama), which included her father's death and the Raja's birthday. Another important event was the Guru coming to tell Parvati and her family that Parvati was welcomed into the school. The last important event to me was on the last page of the book-when Shiva told Parvati that dance **was her destiny.

I am different from the main character because 1) my aunt doesn't hate me, 2) I was not born on an unlucky day, and 3) I don't think I would have devoted my entire life to dance. I would like to do other things as well.
 * c. In what ways are you different from the main character? Be specific.**

In the story, Parvati and her family live in a village. When the village floods due to the heavy rain when Parvati is born, the Raja sets up tents/camps for the villagers. In the school for dance that Parvati goes to, the girls do not like her. The main thing in this story's setting is that the weather is pretty much always hot and damp.
 * d. List five things about the setting of the story.**

I think the three major themes of the story are that there is always hope, to keep on trying, and that dreams do come true. This is because Parvati was born on an unlucky day, but she has been given a good life. Also, because she kept on trying to dance well and never gave up, she was better at dancing than the others, and her dream to keep on dancing came true in the end.
 * e. What do you think are three major themes (messages that the author is trying to get across) in the story? Why?**

I think the book is really interesting because it made me really think about how other people in different places live. Also, the book is fun, and it captured my attention so I just had to read it!
 * f. What are three good things you could say about this book?**

The Ode Less Travelled Quiz May 28, 2009 

 Poetry Term Quiz May 28, 2009  ^ It's not working ㅠ_ㅠ I got 7/10 though! ><<<

Poem Presentation Notes May 28, 2009 Quatrain (Sarah&Brian)- A quatrain is a type of poem which has four lines and rhymes (the first two lines and the last two lines) Abecearian (Kiwon&Tina)- A form of an acrostic poem in which the initial letters of the lines make up the alphabet in order (A,B,C) Ballad (Eunice&Steven)- ME! :D A ballad is like a song's lyrics that tells about an event that occured, using quatrains or stanzas. The Bop (Jamie&Christine JY)- Usually three stanzas, or four; Ode (Zoey&Jaemin)- A lyric poem, Tercet (Clara&Theo)- Composed of 3 lines, (haiku), All lines rhyme? Sonnet (Jessica&Sabin)- A poem with fourteen lines using any of formal rhyme schemes, in English typically having ten syllables per line. Couplet(Andrew)- Two lines of poetry that pair together to form a stronger meaning when read.

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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; display: block;">**<span style="display: block; font-size: 130%; text-align: center; color: rgb(144, 173, 153);">Word Confusion Score May 21,2009 <span style="display: block; font-size: 130%; text-align: center; color: rgb(127, 109, 182);"> **

<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 17px; line-height: 25px; text-align: center; display: block; color: rgb(194, 194, 76);">**Shiva's Fire May 21,2009** __Chapter One__ Meenakshi is pregnant and she is getting ready for the baby to be born. She knows that the baby is a girl, and unlike her other pregnancies with her sons, she feels light and happy and everything tastes delicious to her. On this day, she thinks that the baby will be born, though it is Maharaja Narasimha Deva, the Raja's, birthday, and there is a feast for him. On this day, the Raja gives gold to charities and the poor, and to schools and temples,and the first clap of thunder each year marked that the gold had been fairly distributed and that the gods were pleased. Sundar, the father, takes care of the elephants of the Raja and also carves, which is his true talent, and is also well known for them, especially his statues of Nataraja, the dancing Shiva. Sundar takes the sons to their uncle, saying that Priya, the midwife, would help if there was any need, and Meenakshi watches him go. She walks in the searing heat and sings as she does, but the baby does not arrive, and so Meenakshi cries. At about morning, a crow asks the woman for a seed, and at that moment, Meenakshi feels a pang signaling her daughter coming. The crow keeps on begging for food, and as Meenakshi says no, the crow starts to peck her. Meenakshi feels that her sons' births had not been like this, not as intense. Then, there is a clap of thunder, and the baby is born. Meenakshi told this story to her daughter, Parvati, many times as she was growing up. She told her daughter that it was the crows fault, but Parvati always wonders whether it might have been her fault as well. **__Chapter Two__** Meenakshi just gave birth, and she has rested and recovered. She comes home and Priya, the old ayah, says that something is wrong, for the sky is a different, strange green color. Priya says that the child will experience a life either extraordinary or terrible. Meenakshi's sons run out as Priya leaves, and they show amazement at the new addition to their family. Her sons tell her how wonderful the feast was, but how it suddenly rained and so they had to leave. Meenakshi is crying, though she does not know why. Meanwhile, Sundar is troubled by the green sky, and the elephants trumpet in fear as the wind wails and makes trees fall. The elephants trample Sundar and the others collect what is left and carry the remains to his brother's house. Meenakshi lays with Parvati, and Sathya, her husband's brother, is here, with bad news that her husband is dead. Meenakshi knows that her husband will never get to hold Parvati in her hands, and that her children would grow without a father. Meenakshi misses her husband. Sathya tells Meenakshi to hurry, and that they must run for their lives with impatience, but Meenakshi moved slowly as she used her late husband's dhoti to wrap around Parvati and bound her around herchest. Then she gather half a sack of rice and half a sack of lentils slowly and deliberately. She lashed the sacks to the buffalo, and Sathya helped. Then, Sathya unfurled two umbrellas and handed it to the others when Meenakshi refused, ran back into the house, and got the Shiva statue that Sundar had carved and put it in the bundle in which Parvati was in. They went toward Sathya's house, and there were other people running for their life as well. Sathya's wife, Auntie, greeted them at the door, and her own daughter, Chitra, who was sickly. Auntie was shocked by Parvati's intense gaze. She knew that this girl was not just some ordinary infant. Auntie presented the remains of Sundar. Sathya was telling Auntie of the damage he had seen when the cyclone fully struck. They all felt they were dying, but in time, the wind stopped. The children cried as the adults tried to hush them, and miraculously, the remains of Sundar and the buffalo were at peace, undisturbed by the cyclone. The reain steadied and Sathyu told the family that the rain had slowed down, and the the village was gone, though there were some survivors on the hillside near the palace. So they made the trip to the hillside slowly, and after Meenakshi grieved for her husband, she busied herself with gathering food, and cooking pots after pots of rice. Sundar's body was cremated and thrown into the water. When Meenakshi stopped crying, the rain stopped for a while. The next day, Meenakshi smiled at her daughter, and her child's gaze was so intent that Meenakshi laughed, and Parvati smiled back at her. **__**Chapter Four**__ There was a rumor throughout the camp that the Raja's child was sickly and unlikely to live. The Maharaja had only daughters, and so the birth of a son would mean that there was an heir, but if he was sickly, this would be terrible news. And so the people could not bear this thought. The Raja ordered food and other necessities for the refugees as they were all that were left of his people. Chitra grew weaker and weaker, though Parvati was strong. Auntie would not let Meenakshi feed Chitra. Meenakshi sang for Parvati, who had become accustomed to the camp. Auntie decided that a new widow should not be so happy, and thought that Meenakshi did not show more respect for her late husband. Auntie started to feel some dislike towards Meenakshi and her daughter. Her son fell sick and one night he disappeared. Then Chitra died, whereas Meenakshi's family remained strong and healthy. Then the two families decided to go back to the village to see what had happened. Bit by bit the village was rebuilt. Meenakshi and Parvati often heard Auntie complaining to Sathya that their children were getting weaker as Meenakshi's were getting stronger. Meenakshi carved a niche and in it she put the statue of Shiva. Parvati saw it and focused on it. Weeks later, one of the children from the village was taken by a tiger. Then, another was as well. The tigers were coming closer, and Meenakshi was afraid to sleep. A tigress was waiting for a villager to come out, but as none did, she grew frustrated. All the villagers were so scared, and so Maharaja Narasimha Deva went to the district collector and asked for permission to hunt the tigers. The collector asked the Raja to invite a few other people to help hunt the tigers. The visitors came, some on automobiles, others on elephants. The visitors set out and killed one tiger, which attracted flies. Soon enough, the hunt was called back off.<span style="color: rgb(127, 109, 182); font-size: 17px; line-height: 25px;"> Meenakshi worked as she supervised Parvati. One day, somebody threw dried mud at Meenakshi and called her witch. Also, another women told Meenakshi that it was all because of her that this destruction had happened. Then Sathya's family took a turn for the better. The villagers harvested land and seeds supplied by the Raja, and in the first year, they had two good crops, enough for all. **__**Chapter Six**__ Parvati was in excellent health, and her mother loved her. However, other children were not allowed to play with her, and her cousins wouldn't either. Parvati hung around with her brothers. Parvati was content with entertaining herself by playing at dancing. Her mother was the only one who comforted her, but she was working most of the day, and so Parvati spent her time practicing dancing. The other village boys teased her, and her cousins teased her along with them, and so one evening, Parvati's brother told Mohan, their cousin that he should be defending Parvati, not teasing her like all the others. From then on, their cousins did not tease Parvati, but nor did they defend her. One day, Parvati and her family were at the Dussehra festival, and there was music and a dancer, who caught Parvati's gaze. Parvati went to look at them close up, and Meenakshi was in panic trying to find her. One day, Parvati leapt into the fire when no one was looking and heard a music and started to dance to it. Her mother saw and pulled Parvati out of the fire and was shocked when she saw that Parvati's body was not burnt. __**Chapter Seven**__ The news of Parvati dancing in the fire became well known, and people stared at Parvati for months. Eventually, life returned to "normal". Parvati longed for the Shiva statue and often had daydreams about dancing until her mother caught her. One day, Meenakshi asked her children for some wood for fuel. Parvati found a woodpile in which other village boys were playing cricket near. They told her not to go near, as there was a cobra that demanded the life of a child before she let the village have wood again. However, Parvati was set on the wood, and so she took a piece of wood from the pile, and the boys all yelled at her to stop. Then, the largest snake she had ever seen slid up and looked at Parvati straight in the eyes. Her brothers told her to get away, but they were too frightened to do anything. All the others, but her brothers and Mohan, ran away, but Parvati started to dance, and the cobra swayed with her. The boys were transfixed on her, and when the dancing stopped, the cobra glided down, and they took wood. One day, a famous master (Guru Pazhayanur Muthu Kumara Pillai) came to see Parvati. He tells her and her family that if Parvati came to the gurukulam in Madras, she would be taught many things, and that her family would be paid. Parvati is not sure so far on what to do. __**Chapter Nine**__ Meenakshi and Parvati were welcomed by a woman called Indira at the door, and the woman introduced four girls: Kamala, Rukmani, Nalini, and Uma. Then Rukmani and Kamala were to take her to her room. Rukmani appraised Parvati without smiling. Parvati followed the two girls and when they got to a room, Rukmani lay Parvati's belongings on the cot and told her that she was from Bangalore, and that Kamala was from Hyderabad. Parvati opened the bundle her mother had packed for her, and picked up the Shiva Nataraja statue. She put it on the table and found her mother facing Indira, listening to the older woman talk. Indira told Parvati and her mother of the schedule and gave Parvati a sari to wear. Then the time came for Parvati to say goodbye to her mother, and so she did. When it was time for a meal, Parvati got to the bungalow, where the other girls had gathered. No one spoke. When they finished their food, the girls carried their plates and cups to the kitchen and washed them. As they were finishing up, there was a bell, and Parvati poked her head out the window to see what was happening. Indira said that no matter what they were doing, they must drop everything when they heard the bell. Classes began. Days passed and Parvati began to be used to her new life. __**Chapter Ten**__ Parvati could now speak Tamil fluently, and she grew accustomed to the new ways of the gurukulam. However, she dropped dishes and pans when she tried to remember her family, and got in trouble with Indira. One night, Parvati came into her room, only to find that Kamala was there, on the account that she couldn't sleep. Parvati told her that she did not sleep very well either, even as a child. Parvati also told Kamala that she could remember everything that happened to her as a child. Kamala told her that was not possible, and Parvati felt a bit angry at her. The next day, Rukmani and Kamala were talking, whispering and laughing, and Kamala said that an infant who remembers was possessed by spirits so that Parvati could hear it. Parvati and Nalini became friends. The Guru singled out Parvati for being especially good at poses, which the other girls (excluding Nalini) despised. Rukmani and Kamala stopped talking to her, and eventually, so did Uma. As time passed, however, the Guru stopped singling out Parvati. After six months, there was a letter from her family that assured her that all was well, and that the money that they got thanks to Parvati really helped. Parvati wrote to them once a week. __**Chapter Eleven**__ Nalini and Parvati were very good friends, and often met at night to talk about each other. Nalini loved hearing about Parvati's family and stories of her dancing. Nalini told Parvati how she wished she would meet a handsome stranger who would carry her off. Parvati confessed to Nalini how the village people thought it was her fault that the village had bad luck, which Nalini said was ridiculous. Parvati also told her friend of the statue her father had carved which danced, concluding that she had known how to dance before she could walk. Nalini listened, and believed. One Saturday, Nalini told Parvati that she had met him-the mysterious, handsome stranger, and that he would take her away so that she wouldn't have to live in the city again. She told her friend how he thought he was beautiful. The next Saturday, the students were at their weekly chores, when there was gunfire. Indira and the others were there, except from Nalini, who had gone to the market as her chore. However, they rushed out and found Nalini. However, when Nalini was told about the gunfire, she looked as if she would cry and said the name 'Mayappan'. They all asked her who Mayappan was, and Nalini reluctantly told them as they put away the things Nalini had brought from the marketplace. Mayappan was supposedly a leader of a band of dacoits, and that he and his men stole from the rich as gave it to the poor. The rich called him a murdering thief, though no one had been injured or killed. A reporter came, and they told him of Mayappan. After some time, there was a poster, saying that there would be a reward for those who caught Mayappan. That night, Nalini's eye's were swollen, and she told Parvati that her handsome stranger did not come to meet her today, and that he was Mayappan. __**Chapter Twelve**__ It was decided that it was too dangerous for Nalini to go alone to the bazaar, so she or Kalpana went with them. Nalini's heart was broken, and Parvati hoped it would soon mend. After time, the bandit attacks started to subside, and Indira let them go to the bird sanctuary for a change. It was a Sunday. They were having a good time when suddenly they was the sound of weapons being fired. Dacoits came in, and Indira whispered at them to keep their heads down. Nalini's eyes were wide open, when a bandit appeared and told them he wouldn't hurt them as he took Nalini's wrist and pulling her to her feet. Nalini didn't resist, and Mayappan hoisted Nalini over his shoulder, and takes her away. A search was assembled, but Mayappan and his men, along with Nalini, had already disappeared. People asked Parvati about Nalini's disappearance, and how Nalini had been related to Mayappan. __**Chapter Thirteen**__ Without Nalini, Parvati spent her time studying and dancing. The others called her names, such as Monkey Queen and Bird Girl. When it became time for the students' annual performance review, and on the day of her performance, the Guru told her that he was pleased with her progress, and that she had a gift. He told her that she would be a master. A letter came from her family, telling Parvati that Venkat would marry, and that all was going well. The Guru taught her many things, and Parvati was no longer bothered by the others not talking to her. One day, the Guru told her than in another three months, she would be a true devadasi. Kalpana and Parvati went to the bazaar one day and they bought a sari. Then, the evening of the arangetram, people came from all over the land to see Parvati dance. Kalpana told her that the Maharaja of Nandipuram had asked for her to perform on the Raja's birthday. __**Chapter Fourteen**__ Parvati comfortably settled into the train to Nandipuram. She also got to see her family for a week. She hugged them and they got to her mother's house. Parvati became friends with Sumitra, Venkat's wife. Parvati grew accustomed to the ways of her family. It was as if she had never gone away. Parvati and Sumitra did the laundry and they were very close. __**Chapter Fifteen**__ Parvati and Sumitra went to the bazaar everyday to sell her mother's vegetables to the grocer and using it to buy necessities. One day, Sumitra felt dizzy and ill. She asked Parvati to get her pineapples. Parvati said okay, and she went to the marketplace to get it. She looked around at the shoppers and saw someone who reminded her of Nalini, but with harder eyes. Parvati got the pineapple to Sumitra, and in just a few hours, she was all better. Sumitra made them go to do the laundry, and Parvati noticed the Yuvaraja (the Raja's son) dressed up as a fisherman. Two days later, Sumitra was sick again, so Parvati went alone to do the laundry. The Yuvaraja tried to talk to her, but she went away. He followed her and said that it was urgent. He asked her if anyone knew that he was dressed up as the fisherman, as he was not allowed to get out of the palace, for he had been sickly as a child. When it was time for her to leave, Parvati was sad, for she would miss her family. __**Chapter Sixteen**__ Kalpana and Parvati got to the palace, and when she was meditating, the Yuvaraja came in and told her about how Parvati's father had saved his father. Parvati thanked him for the story. Kalpana came in, and the Yuvaraja hid. Kalpana showed Parvati the clothing that the Maharani gave to Parvati. When she looked back, the Yuvaraja was gone. Kalpana and Parvati practiced together. Parvati decided that she could not let Rama in again because in two days, she would be performing in front of many people. __**Chapter Seventeen**__ One evening, Kalpana, the Guru, and Parvati sat together in Kalpana's room, and the Guru told stories. Parvati told Kalpana that she missed her family. The Rama came in, and told her that he was the cause of her father's death. She told Parvati that he caused the storm, and Parvati told him that she was also born on the same day, and that she remembered everything that had happened. They both laughed at the fact that they both thought it was their faults. They agree to be friends and Rama agreed to come back the next day. __**Chapter Eighteen**__ In this chapter, Parvati prepares for her performance. Rama comes into her room and tells her that they will have a tour of the palace. Rama tells Parvati that his gift is that people do not notice him. Parvati tries on her costume for the performance, and though she is at a feast, her mind is on Rama. __**Chapter Nineteen**__ After the meal was over, Kalpana and Parvati walked back along to where their rooms were. Rama comes to Parvati's room, and he makes Parvati unnoticeable too. Rama shows her many rooms, and asks her to come with him to America. That was because he wished to go to America to study medicine, and says that Parvati could teach children to dance. __**Chapter Twenty**__ Rama and Parvati were in the same room when someone knocked on the door. Rama left, and Kalpana came in. The next day, the Guru's jewelry was gone from where she had left it last night. Parvati had her suspicions on Mayakkan. She remembered the girl who looked like Nalini, and thought of how Mayakkan stole things from the rich. She also had trouble thinking of whether or not to go with Rama. However, she knew that she had risked everything to dance. __**Chapter Twenty-One**__ She let the Guru and Kalpana know after a while, and they had a search. Rama looked as well, and after a while, it was found. It turned out that monkeys had hid it. Also, Parvati saw, in what she somehow thought was a dream, Rama telling her that her destiny was dance. When it was time for the performance, she felt as if her feet did not belong to her. She heard a voice-the voice of Shiva telling her that she was the magic of possibilities.
 * __Chapter Three__
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 * When uncle Sathya returned, they told him of the news, and Parvati decided to go, and so she, along with her mother, packed her belongings and got ready to go. Meenakshi and Parvati were left off at a train station by Sathya so that Parvati could go and learn many things. The two of them waited for the train and saw all the wonders of the marketplace. Parvati saw two friends, and felt a longing for one as well. She told her mother that she would be a great dancer-the best of the world. Meenakshi told Parvati that they would no longer be a family. T_T Then, the train came, and Parvati sat on her mothers lap and when the train arrived at a city, the train slowed down, and you could see all the different kinds of people and environment. Parvati slept most of the ride, and when they got off the train, they spread a shawl and slept. The next day, they got to the gurukulam. **

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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; display: block; font-size: 110%;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; display: block;">**<span style="display: block; font-size: 130%; text-align: center; color: rgb(162, 234, 97);">I Don't Understand... May 14, 2009 ** I don't understand why the sky is blue why a pencil is a pencil why the sun sets

But most of all why there is life whether the chicken came first, or the egg why we were meant to be

What I understand most is why x is the independent variable why viruses are not considered living why I wrote this poem.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(115, 115, 242); text-align: left; display: block;">** If Emotion Were A... May 14, 2009 ** If hate was a color,It would be a flat black As dark as a black hole. If hate was a taste It would be just like a bitter, unsweetened chocolate, masked by the shape and color. If hate was a feeling It would be as wild as a forest fire out of hand. If hate was a smell It would be stinky as a whiff of rotten food with a pinch of anger. If hate was a sound, It would be as piercing as a glass shattering into a thousand pieces.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(192, 57, 135); text-align: left; display: block;">** Here Comes the Seasons May 14, 2009 ** Here comes fall, Here comes fall, Falling leaves,weather cooling Here comes fall, Here comes fall , Warmer clothes,thicker jackets Here comes fall, Here comes fall- Colder, colder, there it goes.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 138, 61); text-align: left; display: block;">** Month/Season Poem May 12, 2009 ** //Theme: October//

October plods along Near the end of the year As the weather cools down And the trees change their colors. Dancing and prancing Beside the leaves, October bounces onward. And in 31 days, October wanders out once more, waiting 12 more months to come back again.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(205, 86, 86); text-align: left; display: block;">** Haiku May 8, 2009 ** //Theme: Nature//

The way of nature, Wonders we did not create Make the world shine and glow.

<span style="display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(110, 53, 110); text-align: left;">** Evaluation Someone Else's Poem May 8, 2009 ** __Andrew's Haiku__ Blooming in the breeze, Exploring, playing,blowing, Flowing through, slowly.

Growing in silence, Expanding with the windfall, Red and pink surrounds. My Evaluation: 5- Striking words and phrases often catch the reader's eye and linger in the reader's mind.

__Jaemin's Haiku__ Dark and dusky sky No one wonders when to shine Earth needs our hands

The ice becomes water The water would sink us down We need to cease heat My Evaluation: Choices in language enhance the meaning and clarify understanding, but some syllables are off by one or two.

<span style="display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(224, 77, 155);">** Haiku ><* May 5, 2009 ** // Theme: Springtime in Korea // Haiku ###1 The wind blows softly As petals fall to the floor, Swirling all around.

Haiku ###2 Smell the fresh blossoms See the colorful flowers Hear the sound of spring.

<span style="text-align: left; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">** <span style="color: rgb(221, 111, 34);">Pages 723-730 Critical Thinking May 5, 2009 1) I think Ellen went with Lochinvar even though she had agreed to marry another person because she decided she liked Lochinvar better, and he was gallant and daring, so all in all, she probably loved Lochinvar. 2) Most female characters are thinking that Lochinvar would be better with the bride Ellen, even though Ellen's mother worried. The majority of the male characters questioned Lochinvar's appearance at the Netherby hall. 3) Lochinvar's behavior at the wedding reveals that he is confident and daring, and that he is not afraid to do anything. 4) I think Lochinvar's actions were not really justified because Ellen was already married to someone else, and I feel sorry for that person. ><* 5) This poem illustrates those characteristics because the knight, Lord Lochinvar, is brave and gallant and willing to do anything, whereas Ellen, the woman, blushes and sighs as she sees Lochinvar. **

** <span style="display: block; text-align: center; color: rgb(48, 171, 171);">Critical Thinking Questions ** <span style="display: block; font-size: 120%; text-align: center; color: rgb(48, 171, 171);">**April 28, 2009** -I would describe the mood of "Seal" as bouncy, playful, and fun. -Images that contribute to the feeling are how the person in the poem describes what they will do, and that creates a certain image in your mind, along with how the person says that the readers should come too. This creates a inviting, open mood and feeling to the poem. -The "you" in "The Pasture" that the speaker is addressing might be the people reading the poem, the readers. For "Seal", I think of a person who feeds seals and knows them very well telling random people in a zoo how seals are, and I also think that the poem is information to know about seals, but made fun. -If "Seal" became "Shark", the author would have to change the "Past String Ray and Shark" to some other animal, and change the like "A whoop, a bark" since sharks don't bark. You might also want to change the last line about the seal plopping at your side with a mouthful of fish. :-) -The speakers in both poems are lively and speak in a fun, inviting tone, and rhyme. For example, "Seal" rhymes, which helps the poem flow well, and "The Pasture"'s speaker rhymes as well, but in a different pattern. In the "Seal", a good example of a lively voice would be "Words like 'Dill pickle' or 'Apple butter'". The words pop out and are fun to think about. In "The Pasture", a line that stood out for me was "I shan't be gone long.-You come too."

<span style="display: block; font-size: 130%; text-align: center; color: rgb(128, 128, 0);">**Langston Hughes April 24, 2009** -Langston Hughes was born in Joplin, Missouri. -His parents were bookkeepers. -He began to write poems in high school.

"Dreams" Message: Never give up on your dreams and keep holding them. Favorite Line: 'Hold fast to dreams, For when dreams go, Life is a barren field, Frozen with snow.' I think this line shows that when dreams leave us, or rather, when we leave our dreams, our lives are empty

"The Weary Blues" Message: I think the message of this poem is about rivers, and how there was something or someone who saw the rivers from the beginning, and how their soul is deep like the rivers. Favorite Line: 'My soul has grown deep like the rivers.' I think this is just a way of saying that the someone who has been watching the rivers has learned and grown thanks to it.

"A Dream Deferred" Message: I think that the message of this poem is about what happened to dreams when they are abandoned and left alone. Favorite Line: 'Or does it explode?' This line shows that the person whom the story is about is wondering with all their might what really happens to those dreams.

"I Too" Message: I think that the message of this poem is that no one can tell anybody what they can or cannot do. Everyone is equal! x) Favorite Line: 'I, too, am America." I think<span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); white-space: normal;"> that this line from the poems shows that the person in the poem is saying that from now on, no one can tell them what to do, and that like America is the land of the free, the person will be free. O_o#

<span style="color: rgb(39, 206, 39);">**Synonym Poem ♥_♥ April 23,2009** Detest, loathe, abominate My heart fills with intense hate.

<span style="color: rgb(100, 105, 201);">**Earth Day Poem April 22,2009** __Earth Day__ ♥_♥ The Earth was here since long ago, From the world's beginning. The Earth was here since long ago, And it still stands here today. But day to day From year to year, The question is How much longer... How much longer The Earth will stay. And right now, We have a chance. Our only chance, Our last chance... To save our planet. So save it, Since every little thing counts. ♥_♥  media type="file" key="Earth Day Poem Podcast.m4a"

April 21, 2009 ** Imagine... Imagine a place Where school was unknown And every day was spent Exploring new things. Imagine a world Where there is no war. Where there are no conflicts Where there is only peace. Imagine a city With no pollution, No overcrowding. Imagine... The perfect utopia...
 * <span style="font-size: 130%; text-align: center; display: block; color: rgb(215, 147, 213);">List Poem

<span style="color: rgb(171, 109, 208);">** Riddle Poem April 21, 2009 ** I am the path to relaxation, and the street to cozyness. I am like a hiding place for you to take refuge. But I am also a place you might run away from, And a place where you can go and be yourself. And forget all that happened.

A safe shelter, A secure place to be. The sanctuary in which You can just relax. The place you are no longer Bound by the rules. And can just be you...

The abode of all abodes... What am I?`


 * [|**Short Story Assignment**] April 21, 2009 **

<span style="color: rgb(78, 166, 91);"> **Poems** ** April 17,2009 ** <span style="display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;">

<span style="color: rgb(162, 234, 97);">** Figurative Language April 15, 2009 ** Alliteration: repeated consonant sounds; She sells sea shells by the sea shore. Assonance: repeated vowel sounds; The cat in the hat swung the bat. Onomatopoeia: words that sound like what they are; The lightning boomed. Imagery: creating pictures for the senses; The wind swept things around and you could hear the cries of people, trying to save their belonging, and holding on to each other, each hoping for their own lives to be spared. Metaphor: various kinds of comparison; The night is a blanket that spreads around everybody when it is time for all to cease and calm down. Simile: a comparison using “like” or “as”; Her eyes were as big as moons when she found out the truth. Hyperbole: an exaggeration; My friend is the nicest person in the entire world. Personification: making an inanimate object act like a person or animal; The wind howled and the grass bowed down to it, bending and swaying with each moment. Allusion: a cross reference to another work of art; I think that it would be better to die in the place of one you love, like Bella thinks in the book Twilight. Synecdoche: using part of an object to stand for the whole thing; For this project, you only need your brain. Conceit: an extended metaphor that doesn’t make sense at first; Paradox: something that at first seems to contradict itself; Little reading is harmful to your English grade. x) Symbolism: something represents a completely different thing or idea; I was standing at the crossroads, thinking of which road to take. <span style="display: block; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'STHeiti Light'; text-align: left;">Antithesis: saying the opposite of what you really mean, for effect; That was amazing.... : )

April 15, 2009 by Eunice Ghil : )
 * Formula Poem

Sometimes I wonder how this came to be The way of nature And the essence of life.

And usually I try to figure things out Without much success But I keep trying

And often I find out the answer After lots of imagining.

But sometimes I wish I hadn't **

April 13, 2009** <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Find your feelings. Express yourself in a line. You don’t NEED to be grammatically correct. Repeat that line. Make the song rhyme. After repeating the first line, add a third that rhymes. Name your song with an interesting title that will capture the reader’s attention. Keep the beat. Blues usually use basic 12 bar musical format, and I, IV, and V for the key chords.
 * How to Write a Blues Song Notes (:

** Eunice's Self Portrait April 10, 2009 ** My smile is like a catching disease. My poems are like myself. My thoughts are stacks of randomness. My mind is somewhere else. My heart holds joy that is as warm as a sunny day I live in my own world. lalala (:

-Clara★: very cute!! -Sarah- i like the sentence My thoughts are stacks of randomness (: -Kiwon: I like her way of saying, " My smile is like a catching disease.

**Warmup April 10, 2009** Sarah had a happy puppy Its hair was brown as pencil. And everywhere that Sarah went The puppy was sure to go.
 * Sarah had a happy puppy **

It followed her to school one day Which was against the rules. It made the children cry and scream To see a puppy at school.

Warm-up Poetry April 8, 2009 The picture that was thrown away Left alone with no regret. The piece of paper on the floor Flying flying flying. Under peoples' feet On roads, pavements, streets, Not glanced at for even a second. Yet if you actually took the time To look the painting over, You could see the brushstrokes Of a child's tiny hand. Wobbly, trying to keep in place As she pressed down and imagined the sea. You can see the beauty And hear the music And picture the essence of the sea. The magic of the picture lies still, Captivating anybody who takes their time to see it. Yet the painting will go on, Hiding, scurrying, rushing, Under peoples' feet Until one stops and takes their time To look at it, And realizes the eternity of the sea Captured in the painting Drawn by a child.
 * Words:** still, beauty, music, picture, magic,
 * The Magic of the Painting**

Sarah(: I think it means that even though nobody will look at the picture if you take the time to look at the painting you can find magic in it (:

<span style="display: block; font-size: 150%; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: left;">**<span style="display: block; font-size: 97.5%; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Homework- Defining Terms April 7, 2009 <span style="display: block; font-size: 64%; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: left;">1st person point of view- writing from the "I" point of view, 3rd person point of view- writing about others using words like "he", "she", and "they" alliteration- when the same letter or sound is used at the beginning of many close words allusion- mentioning something very subtly without being straightforward biography- an account written of someone's life by somebody other than the person the account is about. character trait- traits or characteristics one might have in a movie or story. (: climax of a novel- the point of the novel/story when the plot is at its highest, and the most intense, exciting part fable- a short story usually conveying a moral or message fiction- stories and novels with imaginary events and people flashback- a scene in a movie, novel, etc when that part is set earlier than the actual story, a memory foreshadowing- hinting that something is about to happen subtly free-verse- a style of writing poems with little boundary or rule x) **

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">** Evaluation Word Choice and Voice April 2, 2009 **Jaemin's Writing Gym Word Choice 4) Words are adequate and correct in a general sense, and they support the meaning by not getting in the way. Voice 3) The writing attempts to connect with the audience in an earnest, pleasing, but impersonal manner.

<span style="display: block; font-size: 65%; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: left;"> <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">** Mundane/Striking Words March 30, 2009 ** <span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">Many: A countless amount of Strange: Peculiar, unexpected Big: Enormous, elephantine A lot: A great deal of Get: Received See:Get a glimpse of Bad: Miserable, appalling Run: Scurry Shiny: Gleaming Large: Ginormous

**<span style="display: block; font-size: 150%; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Writing Gym ** **<span style="display: block; font-size: 150%; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">March 30, 2009 **<span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: left;">//10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2...1...'//Ah,'thought Kayla. 'It's my birthday now. I'm officially thirteen years old.' Kayla had been staying up all night, thinking of the days to come, and what it would be like when she was now thirteen. She relived all her great memories of being twelve, and anticipated thirteen to be so much better. With a sigh of delight, she closed her eyelids and settled in for a wonderful dream...

//It was her birthday. She was smiling, surrounded by laughter and fun. All her friends were there, and they all handed her enormous presents. Kayla was in a good mood. This was one of the best parts of a birthday. Presents. After impatiently reading the cards, she ripped open the presents and gasped with surprise and pleasure at each one. There were more people coming in now. A countless number of people she knew from school crowded into her house and joined the party. When the party was almost over, and the cake was eaten and ice cream dripped on the floor, Kayla could hear, from her room, a faint 'Ding dong!'. The doorbell. Kayla's mother called her down for an unexpected guest. As Kayla went downstairs, beaming from the excitement she had had, she wondered who it was that came at this time. When she walked in such a light manner it was almost like skipping, she pranced over to her parents... and breathed hard. In front of her was a poor woman, her clothes torn away to rags, her hair missing in patches, her teeth black and uneven, and her fingernails loooooong. The woman inspected Kayla for a moment and beckoned her closer. "I've got a present for you," the woman whispered in a raspy voice. "Let me give it to you..." Kayla was a bit disturbed by the voice and appearance of the woman, but took one step closer... and another... and another, until she was just about face-to-face with the woman. The woman smiled a devilish grin and handed her a beautifully wrapped gift, with the bow tied in alluring knot. "Happy birthday," the woman rasped, and left as quickly as she had come, not leaving a trace other than the gift. Kayla waited so that everyone could see her open the present. She undid the bow and put it aside, to save it. She ripped the wrapping paper away and lifted the lid of the box. She peered in. She SCREAMED. In the artistic, decorative box were worms and a card. "Happy birthday..." it read, in a handwriting so sinister and dark. Kayla screamed. 'Oh no, oh no, oh no!' She thought. And she screamed once again. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"//

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">"Kayla! Wake up! Get ready for your party!" Kayla's mother was shouting up the stairs, hoping to stir Kayla in her sleep. Kayla woke up. 'It was all a dream?' thought Kayla. She sighed with relief and yawned. In fifteen minutes, she was up and ready for her birthday party. Her guests started to arrive. Everything was going so well, and in no time at all, Kayla forgot her dream. Suddenly there was a shout for Kayla, so Kayla went downstairs and saw her mother with another woman. It was strange, but somehow, the woman looked quite familiar. The woman turned around, and now Kayla could see her dark wicked teeth and her matted hair and her evil grin. "Hello Kayla," the woman said. "Remember me?"

**<span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">Juan de Parejia- Historical Newspaper March 30, 2009 ** <span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">Here it is: heehee! (:

<span style="display: block; font-size: 150%; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">**6 Traits of Writing Voice** March 19, 2009 Chocolate: You should get us some chocolate, too. But don't get the dark kind. That's too bitter and, well, dark! I don't think anyone would want the white kind, either. Too sweet and light. So just get the milky regular chocolate, since it's just right! Its creamy and milky and just, well, chocolate-y!

Eggs: I think we might need some eggs as well. Mother always liked them. Get the ones with a dozen and the hard carton so we can be sure that the eggs don't break while you're coming here. Try to remember to get the brownish ones. I hear those chickens are treated better. Happy chickens, that's a nice thought. So we're getting (so far) chocolate and happy eggs.

Milk or juice: You should get some milk or juice for the kids that are going to come, too. They're probably going to be famished by the time they get here, and we don't have any other drinks in this house. Plus, they can't drink coffee, so this would be a good idea. So there are one, two, three kids, and you know what? Get another for me. I think I'll just have some juice instead of coffee too.


 * <span style="display: block; font-size: 150%; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">[|I, Juan de Parejia Questions] **

<span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: left;">What could a jumpy teacher do in a grocery store? She looked around. No one was there. At least, no one she knew, which was good. She took a deep breath, and another, and another, each after the other. She was getting calmer and was thinking. 'What was I so worried about?' Then she felt a hand on her shoulder. A light tap. Who was it? A mother looking for some vegetables? A mean insolent (heehee! vocabulary word!) businessman looking for some water? One of her... students? She took a deep breath and turned around. There was the manager of the grocery store, staring back at her sternly.
 * <span style="display: block; font-size: 150%; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Writing Gym- Word Choice **<span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center; font-size: 150%;">March 16, 2009

"Mrs. Brile, what ARE you doing?" Mrs. Brile looked up at the tall, serious man and sighed.

"I'm sorry. I guess I was just being jumpy again." After the manager of the store told her to get back to work, Mrs. Brile walked back over to the cashier counter and made a quick "whew!". So it hadn't been one of her students. That was a relief.

Mrs. Brile had started working for the grocery store since Tuesday. It was now Friday, so she had been working for a total amount of... Four days? Three? She sighed. She remembered her mother telling her that whatever happened, math wasn't for her. Well, Mrs. Brile was a history teacher, anyways. 'I don't need math for History', Mrs. Brile had thought. That day was the day that Mrs. Brile had gotten the job at the middle school nearest to her home. It had seemed perfect at first, except for... the dates. Occasionally, in her classes, there were times when they needed to know how long a civilization lasted. 'At least I could always just make the students figure it out.' It was just right for her, and she was happy for a total of...Two? Three? Two and a half? Well, anyways, for a few weeks. But now she needed more money for the rent she needed to pay off, which was why she was now working in a grocery store. On Monday, she had seen the "Help Wanted" sign on the store's window, and had agreed to work for four hours (strictly starting AFTER the school ended).

Mrs. Brile was forever afraid of her students finding out she was working in a grocery store. What kind of gossip would that make?! Oh, she could just imagine it. "You know the teacher, the History one, well, I saw her working in a GROCERY STORE!" "You know, I was at some random store and I saw Mrs. Brile!"

Mrs. Brile grimaced, and was thinking of the HORROR, when she heard a 'ding!' and jumped. 'What was that? A burglar, ringing the bell on the door while coming in? Glass breaking? One of my... students?' Mrs. Brile was busy telling herself to take three deep breaths when the manager came in.

"Your hours for today are done, Mrs. Brile. You can go now." Mrs. Brile opened her eyes. So it was the clock, marking the end of her working time at the grocery store? 'Oh...,' thought Mrs. Brile.

Mrs. Brile sneaked a look out the window of the store and packed he back. She held her breath and crept out the door. She ran quietly until she reached the part of the street in which there was the parking lot and, in one breath, got in and buckled up. She got home safely.

The next day, as she woke up, she remembered that she had no school today. 'Another day of work,' she thought, and got ready to go for another day of "adventures".

ex: "I think that the impossible might happen", "Half a century ago, no one would have guessed that sooner or later, the world would come to an end because of the problems that surrounded it." 5. SENTENCE FLUENCY: 4- Purposeful and varied sentence beginnings add variety (and energy). ex: "Half a century ago, no one would have guessed that sooner or later, the world would come to an end because of the problems that surrounded it.", "We all know that this world will change."
 * <span style="display: block; font-size: 150%; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Classwork-My Five Paragraph Essay **<span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: left;"> March 12, 2009 4. WORD CHOICE: 4- Choices in language chance the meaning and clarify understanding.

2. I would want people to be more respectful to others because sometimes I see others just speaking in a mean/bad tone to others, and they intimidate the other person. 3. I would want study sessions because I think at least 30 minutes is enough for study hall for us because we coud have time to just relax from all of the hours of school and get some homework done, too. 4. I think that another rule I would make would be that students would not be allowed to do their homework in class while learning is in process. 5. My last rule would be that school should be a fun, relaxed, yet educational place that students come to to enjoy. (: <span style="display: block; font-size: 150%; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">
 * <span style="display: block; font-size: 150%; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Five Rules **<span style="display: block; font-size: 170%; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">March 11, 2009<span style="display: block; font-size: 55%; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: left;">1. One rule I would make is that no one could exclude others because everyone has times when they feel alone and sad, so I would like to prevent that from happening.

<span style="display: block; font-size: 150%; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: left;">**<span style="display: block; font-size: 150%; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Five Paragraph Essay (: **<span style="display: block; font-size: 150%; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">March 9, 2009 Half a century ago, no one would have guessed that sooner or later, the world would come to an end because of the problems that surrounded it. Of course, then, there weren’t any problems, or rather, there weren’t as many as we face now. We can all conclude that the world will change, for better or worse. I think that the world will change in technology, which includes cars. I also think that technology will improve enough so that there will be flying vehicles, and I think the world will be more eco-friendly.

First of all, cars will change in the short century from now into the future. When I picture the future, my mind wanders over to the kind of cars everyone expects there to be in one hundred year:environment friendly cars. I know that they do not run on gas as many cars still do right now, and that they are better for the environment, thus the term eco-friendly (heehee [: ) However, even though the number of people getting eco-friendly cars are increasing, the majority of the types of cars bought are the cars that use gas. However, we can hope for the best because the number of people buying cars that run on electricity are increasing and I think that someday, hopefully by one hundred years from now, more people will have cars running on electricity, to save gas and fossil fuels, and more importantly, this world. This whole talk about cars takes me to my next thought.

Next, I think that the impossible might happen. In books and movies portraying the future, there are always many new types of technology, and in most of them, there is something about... flying cars. When I just imagine this thought, I smile at the thought, but I know that it CAN happen, and maybe will. I truly believe that in one hundred years, people will have put together enough brainpower to be able the make a flying vehicle that anyone can ride (not an airplane or helicopter [: ) like one rides a bike or drives a car. Maybe this will happen, or maybe it won’t, and the world will just turn around and fail. That follows my next train of thought. (:

We all know that this world will change. Maybe it will become deserted, like it is it the movie Wall-E, or we will have all these new kinds of gears and technology. It could all go either way: for the better, or... for the worse. However, to prevent that from happening, we can do the things we are trying to improve right now: recycling, trying not to use plastic bottles and bags, saving paper, etc. And I think that the world in a century will be even more aware of all of this than we are right now. Then, anything can fall in just minutes if we make a simple mistake in recycling or such, and so I think that people in the future will be more environment friendly than we are right now. Right now, I’d say we are trying to protect the world for the years and decades that are yet to come. However, the people of the future will be trying to protect the world as of that minute that they live in. For those minutes in which they breathe in, they will be fighting the real battle. We need to remember that the world will not always go the way we want it to go, but we can shape it a bit towards that direction by being eco-friendly.

Problems build up in the earth, but so does the technology and more environment-friendly vehicles. We can help the world survive, and we can be more eco-friendly. I think that in one hundred years, for better or for worse, our skills and levels in technology will improve to create flying cars or motorcycles, and that people will become more eco-friendly and use cars that do not run on gas. All in all, my message is that we can try our best to help the earth survive. After all, who knows what will REALLY happen? Though we have many problems now, and though there will be many problems in the future, we can still hope that we can triumph throughout the battle for the earth, and we will do our best to win, for the future, and for us. The End (: (FINALLY! xD) <span style="display: block; font-size: 150%; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">


 * <span style="display: block; font-size: 150%; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">8 Techniques of Introductory Sentences **<span style="display: block; font-size: 150%; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">March 6, 2009 <span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">"There are many problems right now in the world, and no doubt there will be many more problems in the future."

1.Problems cause other problems.

2.Problems are like dominoes; they spread, from one city, to a country, to a continent, until they spread around the whole world, and they all fall together, at the same time.

3.The world knows what will happen, but all we can do is wonder: What will happen to this world in a hundred years, and will the problems win the earth after all?

4.Though we have many problems now, and though there will be many problems in the future, we can still hope that we can win throughout the battle for the earth.

5.What will happen when the earth dies out, when all is lost? How can we prevent it from happening, how can we stop all the problems?

6.The world was the kind of place that we all thought would never die out, would always stay, would always survive, though all the problems thrown at it. But we were wrong.

7.Half a century ago, no one would have guessed that sooner or later, the world would come to an end because of the problems that surrounded it.

8.Dark, dusty, quiet, and long- lost for over a hundred years, the world echoes with all the problems it had faced.

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">Dear Mother, So much has happened since my last letter to you. There is a new apprentice, Bartolome Esteban Murillo, who paints of saints and angels. He is a bright light, and jokes and sings, which brings my Mistress much joy. Sooner or later, he had the right to stand next to Master and paint alongside him. As of now, I am painting my own paintings. I used the bag of ducats the King gave me for saving his dog by buying canvases and brushes, and I needed to steal the colors. However, I feel that I am improving my art. I am now friends with Murillo, and I had told him about my painting in secret. He has advised me not to tell Master about my works of art yet, and that advice I shall follow. I miss you! Love, Your son, Juan de Parejia
 * <span style="display: block; font-size: 150%; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">I, Juan de Parejia: Chapter 10 **<span style="display: block; font-size: 150%; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">March 4, 2009 **<span style="display: block; font-size: 150%; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Letter to Juan's Mother <span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> **

temperament- n. a person's or animal's nature: His temperament was good, and he never ceased to help others. exalt- v. hold (something pr someone) in a very high regard; think or speak of very highly: They exalted him as the hero of the long-fought battle, and gave him a medal of honor. jovial- adj. cheerful and friendly: The jovial girl seemed as if she couldn't be upset even if she tried, as she was always smiling and laughing. 1) What was Juan saving his women's trinkets he had purchased for? 2) What did His Majesty give Juan as a reward when he cured the King's dog? 3) What did Juan say to Nino de Vallecas about why they were born the way they were? One year after Paquita's wedding, Juan and his Master went on a trip to the north of Spain, and Juan was distraught because he didn't have a place to put his secretly-drawn paintings, but his Master brought in a carpenter, who made him a box with a lock, in which Juan placed all his treasures. Juan disliked the whole journey because it was a hunting trip, as the King was very fond of hunting. Juan hated the death of animals and the cruel way his Master painted every deformity of the misshaped. Juan figured out what was wrong with the King's dog, and cured him, for which he received a bag of ducats.
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<span style="display: block; font-size: 150%; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">February 27, 2009 <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: left;">1)What did Juan think that the King paid more attention to (than him)? his dog (: 2)What did Juan feel about the the way that the dog felt towards the King? that the King had never been treated with as much as devotion as the dog did 3)What did Master say to the King that his canvases were? his conversations 4)What was the current Mooshi? a striped tiger with an orane nose 5)What did Master say when he read the letter in Juan's hand? That Paquita had spelled the word chapel wrong.
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<span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center; font-size: 150%;">**__I, Juan de Parejia__: Chapter 7 Five Questions** February 26, 2009 1)Because the little daughters of Juan's master were now lively and amusing, what was Juan's job? to keep them out of the studio 2)What did Dona Trini think Juan wanted at first? money 3)What does Dona Trini think Juan is? good luck 4)Why didn't anyone buy the kitten Juan asked for? he had one green eye and one blue 5)What was the little white kitten named? Mooshi 6)Why was Juan surprised when he heard the two little daughters telling him not to go? no one had ever wept to see him go before

<span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: left;"> <span style="display: block; font-size: 150%; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">**__I, Juan de Parejia__: Vocabulary Preview** February 26, 2009 <span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> Page 12 adverse- adj. unfavorable; harmful The crows had a adverse effect on the crops. capricious- adj. changeable; fanciful She had a capricious attitude-some days she was happy and light, and on others, she was dark and moody. composition- n. elements or pattern of images and light in a work of art The composition had a pattern of light and warm colors, and reflected the sun perfectly. constrict- v. to shrink; to squeeze The person constricted all the juice out of the orange and drank the freshly squeezed orange juice. cryptic- adj. obscure; secretive The cryptic girl never talked to others and kept her business to herself. derelict- n. poor person; forsaken one I felt pity for the derelict person who had fallen down and helped them get up. fatalism- n. acceptance of what seems bound to happen At the fatalism of the person, she sighed, wishing that she could change that person's future. lithe- adj. flexible In order to do gymnastics, you must be flexible. prophetic- adj. foretelling; predictive The prophetic person predicted my future, but things didn't go the way she told me they would. taciturn- adj. quiet; reserved Everyone was surprised when the taciturn person suddenly started to yell and shout out loud. Page 16 apprehension- n. anxiety; fear I was full of apprehension as I got on the roller coaster. conscientiously- adv. honorably; carefully I conscientiously placed the flower onto the grave. T^TT exquisite- adj. beautiful; of highest quality The exquisite vase had a beautiful design, with cranes and flowers making up the handle. haughty- adj. arrogant; proud The haughty girl was so proud that she would never say sorry, even when it was her fault. intermittent- adj. periodic; on and off The light was intermittent, and kept flickering on and off. intrigue- n. secret plot The intrigue was figured out by everyone and our plan was blown. meticulous- adj. detail-oriented; precise Everything was a mess, so unlike the was I had left it the day before; in place and meticulous, and always in place. tremulous- adj. quivering; trembling I could see that her hands were tremulous as she climbed onto the boat, for she had 'waterphobia'. hehehe(: trepidation- adj. nervousness; uncertainty He was full of trepidation, as he didn't know whether or not he could remember his speech.

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