Warm up Friday, feb. 22

On my splendid snow day, I did a few things. First of all I started of what was supposed to be a great day, with terrible world history honors work, it was great. Than I got shovel the driveway, which was also amazing. Then the day got a little better, I got to read a 40 page chapter of world history and take notes on it. Enough with the sob story, I finally just quit academics. I played call of duty for 3 hours with Oliver and cooked a toaster pizza and bumped a tribe called quest while playing. It actually turned out ok minus the terrible class work of world history.

Warmup 2/11

Snow falls on he tip of my nose,
A cool sensation greets my body with much needed relief
A snow day maybe , I hope, I wish
Then I wake up to yet another regular snow day
My body aches, my desire is low
Yet district officials waste no time in their decision
I wish it was a snow day
But those are only for normal districts

Warm up February 7th

In class yesterday, I believe there was a few things that could have gone better. First of all, barely anyone talks in our class and its super depressing. Secondly it makes the teacher uncomfortable cause nobody talks and participates so it pretty much sucks. I think if everyone participates and jumps in class will not only fly by, but allow the teacher to let us do fun stuff. It would just be a lot better environment if everyone participates and taken along so class would be better.

Short allegory

There once was young stout horse names jeffery.he loved to eat, but loved being appreciated more. This horse was the king of hay the master of chew. He ate to cover up his scar below his tummy. He wanted to be like all the other horses, and just wanted to be appreciated and accepted. Because the horses ignored him, called him names, and didn't talk to him, he ate more hay until he felt happy. This may be a story about a horse on the literal side,, but obviously it deals with teen obisety within a school and how acceptance is important to a young person

Salman Rushdie allegory Paragraph

In the novel, Haroun and The Sea of Stories, composed by the author Salman Rusdie, is a giant allegory in itself thought the first few chapters. The basic outline is that Rushdie wrote a novel called  The Satanic Verses which disrespected the islamic religion and sent the political leader at the time, Ayatollah Khomeini, into a rage and put a bounty on Rusdies head. So far, the first illusion portrayed in the novel, is Rashid, who in actuality, is Rushdie. Another illusion in the novel is Khatamm- Shud, the evil source of pollution within the sea of stories. When in actuality this character, Ayatollah Khomeini as I said earlier. This all connects because of the fact that Rashid's inability to create stories is a direct cause of the bounty put on Rushdie's head by Iran's political leader. The water genie in the book described his situation perfectly, " However, I regret to report, the gentlemen no longer requires the service; has discontinued narrative activities, thrown in the towel, packed it in. He has cancelled his subscription"(Rusdie pg. 57). His inability to write novels is because of the fear in real life. According to Wikipedia," many Muslims accused Rushdie of blasphemy or unbelief, and in 1989 Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini of Iran ordered a  fatwa ordering Muslims to kill Rushdie"   (Wikipedia pg.1). This is the Khatamm-Shud In the novel polluting the sea of stories and blocking Rashid's overall storytelling ability.

Poem

A chance


Defeat keeps a man content in his accomplishments
No high fives, or celebratory actions,
Only a personal feat he could accomplish.
 he stares at his prize but his self conscious being restricts his action
Her face bewilders him, and take him to a completely different place
Why he can't do anything, he knows not
But as defeat runs through his mind, the little light in her eyes gives him a chance
So at the heights of his perseverance, takes another breath and speaks,
Hi, I'm Nik