4th and Inches
Savage or Civilized:

I believe the human race is more “savage” than civilized because if you look at the way we have become a civil society is through the killing of animals and of course other people. But it wasn’t just a normal fight for dominance, we tortured people, enslaved them, murdered them. If there were no leaders and law enforcement it would be people living in tress just killing each other for no apparent reason. Humans have helped the world in a way, but have done more harm than good. Look at global warming our machines are slowly killing the place where we live. People say that killing pigs and cows is cruel yet they eat a cheese burger for dinner the same day. Some people believe ruining other people’s lives so theirs can be better is okay. Scientist predict the earth will live for another 2 billion years. If you think about it that is if humans were not in existence, with people the earth has a couple million. In Lord of the Flies Jack started torturing the other kids and killing them, not because he is a savage, because he is a psychopath. If the timing is right people turn into monsters. The boys should have all worked together and they had the chance to but they didn’t.  Ralph should have worked with jack, he should have let jack have control so the war at the end would not happen.

What Golding wanted you to know:

Goldberg wanted me to take the fact that teamwork always works. If jack would have shut up and complied with Ralph the kids could have gotten off the island with no casualties. Instead Jack decided to split and pretty much start a war. He wanted me to relate this story to something else like I have job and my coworker is a jerk, is really annoying and I absolutely hate him. If I want to make money I have to deal with it and do my job so I can achieve my goal. Golding wanted us to the story and relate it to real life. The book makes me look at making decisions in a whole new way, instead of just doing them He wanted me to think what I do before I do. I think this book is supposed to be like a life tutor, in the form of a story. Because almost everything that happened in the book can be related to real life decisions like getting a job and dealing with a bully at school.  He is trying to teach kids about doing the right thing using an entertaining story.

Welcome to my English Class page. In English class we did some pretty fun projects like we read Lord of the Flies, which was very entertaining.  My favorite assignment was The In-Came assignment: the in-came assignment is we took a paragraph from Charles dickens A Christmas Carol and had to alter it to our own liking. Then we had to right a short story using the same skeleton as a Christmas carol. My story is about a blood thirsty mobster who has to change his ways. My story is not posted yet due to technical difficulties so it will be up later. I thought writing this story was pretty fun too. In the beginning of the year we did a series of poems we had to write, and I  put my two favorite "Ode to the Football Helmet" and "The Sickness." I have also posted my class goals and my 8th grade metaphor  so feel free to comment or view any of my pages.

Eight grade is a can of spray paint because it is filled with bright colors that are compressed into a small can. That small can holds them in an almost perfect environment where everyone is the same, like school. Until the colors on top start changing and separating from each other, just waiting to be let out of their perfect little world. The nozzle is the only way out, but they cannot leave on their own; they must be freed by the users, teachers and parents. When they are released a storm of bright colors are let out into the world of high school.

1. To get all of my homework turned in

2. To recheck directions

3.Have an organized binder

I was inspired to write this poem because I was listening to the song "Down with the Sickness" by the Disturbed.

The sickness

Has had its first infection

The sickness

He was quarantined for inspection

But it was too late

The Sickness

Has already made its escape

The sickness

Locating the people

The sickness

Hunting the people

The sickness

Is all over the news

The sickness

Feared by most

But not by you

The sickness

Over powers your mother

The sickness

Spreading from one

To another

The sickness

Shuts down all entities

The sickness

Has no enemies

The sickness

Marshall’s law is declared

The sickness

The hazmat must be prepared

The sickness

Makes the survivors grovel to god

The sickness

But surviving this apocalypse is very odd

The sickness

The only thing CDC couldn’t handle

The sickness

Has burned out the civil candle

The sickness

Is the majority

The sickness

Takes control

Of all authority

The sickness

Has won the war

Because people are now no more…








I was inspired to write this because I love football.

Lying in its bed

Known as the football bag,

The helmet awakens

To the blistering sun’s waves,

It is made up of slashes

Of white, green, yellow and black,

Underneath lies its face

Made of slick metal bars

Some dented,

These are the wounds

Suffered during

The harsh conditions

On the front line

(of scrimmage)

The helmet’s face

Is perfectly designed

And prepared

To defend the man behind it

The chin strap serves as an anchor,

Holding the helmet in place,

Making sure everything

Is in check

Like a flight crew,

When the helmet is securely fastened,

It shows absolutely no fear

And no emotion,

Because it has no brain

Deep behind it’s plastic skull

Is a soft air filled cushion

Stained yellow

From the sweat of the

Player who dwells inside.

The helmet gladly protects

It is a volunteer soldier

Just like its allies

The shoulder pad, the hip pad,

Thigh pad and the knee pad,

They will protect their leader…

The player

But the helmet is different,

Because a player

Can live without an arm, or a leg

But he needs a head to survive

Now the helmet may rest until

Next Sunday it must go to war again…

In came the janitor with a mop. And approached the grotesque spill, and made a mess out of it, and it sounded like a waves splashing. In came the CEO, with a horrid grin on his face. In came the three Big shots, spending and wealthy. In came the six interns who cannot get promoted. In came everyone who worked in the office. In came the secretary with her father, the corporate manager. In came the marketing specialist, with his sister’s husband, the financial advisor. In came Linda, who was seen not refilling the coffee machine, trying to camouflage herself behind Phil, who was proved to have been fired that morning. In they all came one after another, some happily, some tragically, some stubbornly, some discretely, some rushing, some walking; in they all came, anyhow and every how. 

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    January 2011



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