Tom Sawyer: Tom is a meddling type of kid that is a nuisance to his aunt polly. He is always trying to stir up trouble, but not just for the reason of trouble but he just does not like the whole concept of learning about religious things in church such as bible verses. When he gets into the most trouble is when he is with he miscreant like friend Huckleberry Finn. Although he is a very mischievous kid he is amiable in his own way.
Huckleberry Finn: Huckleberry Finn is sort of a independent kid that does what he wants when he wants to do it. He has no one there to tell him what to do therefore he is quite the rule breaker. Huckleberry sleeps on door steps and steals food to get by. He sometimes comes threw tom's town and goes swimming and fishing with him.
Aunt Polly: Aunt Polly is very religious and just wants the best for tom. But Tom makes it very hard for her to be nice to him and not chastise him, because he never follows the rules. Aunt Polly is a really big push over and always is getting Tom out of trouble because Tom makes her laugh.
Sid: Sid is a type of kid that really likes to get revenge on his older sibling.....Tom. He gets any information he can from Tom or evidence to tell aunt Polly,therefore getting Tom into trouble, which seems like his favorite concept. For example, when Sid saw that the string on tom's shirt was black instead of white and told aunt Polly that he had re-sewn it.
Injun Joe: Injun Joe is a very sly and devious person. He can convince people that he did nothing of a sort. For example when he convinced Muff Potter that he killed the doctor by putting the knife in his hand when he had passed out. He is a coniving type of person even though we havent heard much of him what we have heard is pretty interesting
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Brittani Bible
“ Such as Life”
Chris Redding
Omniscient
Person vs. Nature/person
Prologue
Christopher was a cynical sports fanatic who always thought about his future as far as ‘what comes next’ or ‘when does this happen’; he also cares a lot for his family and likes to get things done, therefore he has spectacular grades, yes Christopher (Chris) is in high school and does very well with it. The only problem is that his stepdad doesn’t think so. These are some things you will have to know about him to get through this story in one piece….
Chris walked into the kitchen with his hair messy and backpack thrown over his shoulder sluggishly he quickly grabbed a piece of toast and raced out the door saying, “see ya”, to his mom on the way out, as his Nikes hit the pavement he ran as fast as he could down the driveway across the street and two blocks over to his bus stop.
As he ran he thought about how his mom was acting this morning. Usually she wants to sit and talk before he runs off to the bus stop but she blankly was looking at a piece of paper, Christopher efficiently pushed the thought out of his head and on to what was out the bus window. His friend Allen was waiting for him on the stairs ready to talk to him about whatever was on his mind the way he usually did on Monday mornings.
“Hey,” Allen said calmly
“What’s up,” said Chris and on and on Allen went about his weekend when he was surfing and saw a colorful fish underneath the water, even though Chris seemed interested he really wasn’t he was more interested in what baseball practice was going to bring. So, The day went on and eventually he came to baseball practice and soon figured out that John decided to mouth off to the coach and would run many laps around the perimeter of the field. He also discovered that the coach had finally decided to move him from field to pitcher. When he got home he saw his mom nervously filling out a piece of paper looking as though she was discreetly trying to hold back tears “hi mom” he said
“Oh hi honey,” she said surprised that he was standing there and not at the basketball court or the batting cages.
“What’s going on?” Chris asked nervously, knowing his mother was most of the time very strong and never cried.
“ I went to the doctor today.” Chris immediately started thinking menopause or more seriously…cancer.
“Well, are you okay?” he fumbled over the words as they rushed out of his mouth in a blur.
“ Yes, I’m fine I just went in because I was having chest pains and they said I might have a heart condition,” she said with a shaky tone. There was a short pause, “but they say that only few have passed from it nothing to worry about”.
“Sure” Chris said still thinking this over as he walked up to his room to do his homework for biochemistry. At about 2:30am Chris’s stepdad rushed out of there room with Maria Chris’s mom in his arms as he bounded down the stairs out the door and put her in the passenger seat. (Chris) I ran out of my room I had been watching threw the window and followed them straight to the car and sat in the backseat and immediately said “what is happening, is she okay?” he responded quickly but at the moment it didn’t seem fast enough,
“She just started throwing up and then collapsed!” As soon as I heard what had happened I suddenly felt my heart and stomach switch places and my mind felt like it was going to fall out my ears. He slammed on the gas and we were soon close to the hospital, but to me it seemed like forever. They got her straight to the ER. “Would you like to come in the room with me and your mom?” he said in a shuttering voice as though holding back tears.
“No I’ll just wait out here for now.” I knew I was not going to be able to bear it in there I was still trying to process the whole situation. I listened to the doctor talking to Ron (stepdad) on the way in.
“Sir did you know about your wife’s condition?” the doctor comforted.
“Yes, her heart condition.” Ron replied
“No, I was talking about her tumor in her brain that has lead to cancer.” He crooned. I had to get some air, this can’t be happening I thought to myself It can’t it just can’t. Chris had never had any problems he had never lost a family member and now the thought of even coming close to that to him….was throat thickening. Let alone the fact that he would be all alone with his stepdad, considering that they didn’t get along very well. (Chris) Ron stepped out of the room with a grief-stricken, dismal, lamentable look on his face. I felt as though a dark cloud was booming over the top of is head full of water ready to burst into tears. I looked up at him weakly, I barely ever say anything to him but at this time I felt I should.
“Will she be okay?” I mourned.
“I’m really not that sure” he agonized. I’m pretty sure he didn’t know that I knew as much as I did. Mom had to stay overnight at the hospital so I went home in Ron’s little blue 1999 Honda with a sticker on the back window that said ‘I’d rather be skiing in whistler’. As I drove home I tried not to think about all the good times my mom and I had together. The next morning Ron called and I had to get in the car to go get him. The ride back was silent but I knew that as soon as I got home he was going to start rambling on about how I should go to school as a financial advisor. “You missed the turn.” That’s just like him to point out my mistakes. I went into the grocery store parking lot and turned around. As soon as we got home I ran right up to my room to stare at the dark brown walls to wallow in my misery.
I decided to do some reading. (Ron) I walked in the living room and plopped down on the couch like a sack of potatoes. I can’t believe she didn’t tell me about this, her reasoning wasn’t very comforting either when I asked her this.
“You were too busy telling Chris what to do with his life.” That got me to thinking what is Chris going to do if she never leaves the hospital until it’s done for her? What will he do with his life? Does he have a plan for college? If Maria wasn’t sick I would’ve gone and talked to him right then. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs at about 8pm… it was Chris
“I’m going out I’ll be back at about 11:00.”I sat and fell asleep there and didn’t see Chris until the next morning when he was dressed, ready, and on his way out the door again.
“Where are you going this time?” I said sarcastically. “To see my mom,” he mumbled, with no even the slightest effort to be discreet. (Chris) I ran down the driveway, into the car, and drove away. Before I saw my mom I insisted to the secretary that I wanted to talk to the doctor for more information on her condition, finally they let me speak to him.
“Your mother… isn’t doing well Chris,” he consoled quietly. “I don’t understand why your asking me questions that you don’t want the answer to.” I could tell by the way he said it that she would be gone soon he said it with my name at the end. “Isn’t there anything you could do for her? More medicine? Anything?” I moaned.
“I’m sorry Chris,” he empathized. I definitely wanted to talk to my mom I went in trying not to cry. “Mom?”
She was white as snow and you could tell she wasn’t eating, her bones were brittle and she could barely move.
“Chris!” she said “Did you and Ron do okay?” That’s my mom always worrying about someone else even on her deathbed. “Mom… you know your not doing well.”
“I know Chris but think of the positive side.” I started to open my mouth but she continued on. “I’m lucky that I’ve lived this long the doctor said that if he would’ve caught this any later I would’ve been gone in two days.” I looked at her crying now. “It just doesn’t seem fare.”
“I know, but it’s going to work out for you and Ron I know it.” She said.
“You act like I’m marrying him and plus I’m seventeen I have 6 months left now.” I said goodbye to my mom and left the room because I couldn’t bare it. Not even two seconds later the machines that were hooked up to her started beeping and I turned around faster than I ever have and nurses and doctors pushed threw the door past me, but I didn’t notice them the only thing that stuck in my head was the image of my mom on that hospital bed, mouth closed, eyelids purple, and hands to her sides did not move… so I walked out the door and felt her with me in the car on the drive home, now the part I was left with to tell Ron that his beloved wife and mother had left us alone today. Because now he would be closer to his stepfather than he ever was…
“ Such as Life”
Chris Redding
Omniscient
Person vs. Nature/person
Prologue
Christopher was a cynical sports fanatic who always thought about his future as far as ‘what comes next’ or ‘when does this happen’; he also cares a lot for his family and likes to get things done, therefore he has spectacular grades, yes Christopher (Chris) is in high school and does very well with it. The only problem is that his stepdad doesn’t think so. These are some things you will have to know about him to get through this story in one piece….
Chris walked into the kitchen with his hair messy and backpack thrown over his shoulder sluggishly he quickly grabbed a piece of toast and raced out the door saying, “see ya”, to his mom on the way out, as his Nikes hit the pavement he ran as fast as he could down the driveway across the street and two blocks over to his bus stop.
As he ran he thought about how his mom was acting this morning. Usually she wants to sit and talk before he runs off to the bus stop but she blankly was looking at a piece of paper, Christopher efficiently pushed the thought out of his head and on to what was out the bus window. His friend Allen was waiting for him on the stairs ready to talk to him about whatever was on his mind the way he usually did on Monday mornings.
“Hey,” Allen said calmly
“What’s up,” said Chris and on and on Allen went about his weekend when he was surfing and saw a colorful fish underneath the water, even though Chris seemed interested he really wasn’t he was more interested in what baseball practice was going to bring. So, The day went on and eventually he came to baseball practice and soon figured out that John decided to mouth off to the coach and would run many laps around the perimeter of the field. He also discovered that the coach had finally decided to move him from field to pitcher. When he got home he saw his mom nervously filling out a piece of paper looking as though she was discreetly trying to hold back tears “hi mom” he said
“Oh hi honey,” she said surprised that he was standing there and not at the basketball court or the batting cages.
“What’s going on?” Chris asked nervously, knowing his mother was most of the time very strong and never cried.
“ I went to the doctor today.” Chris immediately started thinking menopause or more seriously…cancer.
“Well, are you okay?” he fumbled over the words as they rushed out of his mouth in a blur.
“ Yes, I’m fine I just went in because I was having chest pains and they said I might have a heart condition,” she said with a shaky tone. There was a short pause, “but they say that only few have passed from it nothing to worry about”.
“Sure” Chris said still thinking this over as he walked up to his room to do his homework for biochemistry. At about 2:30am Chris’s stepdad rushed out of there room with Maria Chris’s mom in his arms as he bounded down the stairs out the door and put her in the passenger seat. (Chris) I ran out of my room I had been watching threw the window and followed them straight to the car and sat in the backseat and immediately said “what is happening, is she okay?” he responded quickly but at the moment it didn’t seem fast enough,
“She just started throwing up and then collapsed!” As soon as I heard what had happened I suddenly felt my heart and stomach switch places and my mind felt like it was going to fall out my ears. He slammed on the gas and we were soon close to the hospital, but to me it seemed like forever. They got her straight to the ER. “Would you like to come in the room with me and your mom?” he said in a shuttering voice as though holding back tears.
“No I’ll just wait out here for now.” I knew I was not going to be able to bear it in there I was still trying to process the whole situation. I listened to the doctor talking to Ron (stepdad) on the way in.
“Sir did you know about your wife’s condition?” the doctor comforted.
“Yes, her heart condition.” Ron replied
“No, I was talking about her tumor in her brain that has lead to cancer.” He crooned. I had to get some air, this can’t be happening I thought to myself It can’t it just can’t. Chris had never had any problems he had never lost a family member and now the thought of even coming close to that to him….was throat thickening. Let alone the fact that he would be all alone with his stepdad, considering that they didn’t get along very well. (Chris) Ron stepped out of the room with a grief-stricken, dismal, lamentable look on his face. I felt as though a dark cloud was booming over the top of is head full of water ready to burst into tears. I looked up at him weakly, I barely ever say anything to him but at this time I felt I should.
“Will she be okay?” I mourned.
“I’m really not that sure” he agonized. I’m pretty sure he didn’t know that I knew as much as I did. Mom had to stay overnight at the hospital so I went home in Ron’s little blue 1999 Honda with a sticker on the back window that said ‘I’d rather be skiing in whistler’. As I drove home I tried not to think about all the good times my mom and I had together. The next morning Ron called and I had to get in the car to go get him. The ride back was silent but I knew that as soon as I got home he was going to start rambling on about how I should go to school as a financial advisor. “You missed the turn.” That’s just like him to point out my mistakes. I went into the grocery store parking lot and turned around. As soon as we got home I ran right up to my room to stare at the dark brown walls to wallow in my misery.
I decided to do some reading. (Ron) I walked in the living room and plopped down on the couch like a sack of potatoes. I can’t believe she didn’t tell me about this, her reasoning wasn’t very comforting either when I asked her this.
“You were too busy telling Chris what to do with his life.” That got me to thinking what is Chris going to do if she never leaves the hospital until it’s done for her? What will he do with his life? Does he have a plan for college? If Maria wasn’t sick I would’ve gone and talked to him right then. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs at about 8pm… it was Chris
“I’m going out I’ll be back at about 11:00.”I sat and fell asleep there and didn’t see Chris until the next morning when he was dressed, ready, and on his way out the door again.
“Where are you going this time?” I said sarcastically. “To see my mom,” he mumbled, with no even the slightest effort to be discreet. (Chris) I ran down the driveway, into the car, and drove away. Before I saw my mom I insisted to the secretary that I wanted to talk to the doctor for more information on her condition, finally they let me speak to him.
“Your mother… isn’t doing well Chris,” he consoled quietly. “I don’t understand why your asking me questions that you don’t want the answer to.” I could tell by the way he said it that she would be gone soon he said it with my name at the end. “Isn’t there anything you could do for her? More medicine? Anything?” I moaned.
“I’m sorry Chris,” he empathized. I definitely wanted to talk to my mom I went in trying not to cry. “Mom?”
She was white as snow and you could tell she wasn’t eating, her bones were brittle and she could barely move.
“Chris!” she said “Did you and Ron do okay?” That’s my mom always worrying about someone else even on her deathbed. “Mom… you know your not doing well.”
“I know Chris but think of the positive side.” I started to open my mouth but she continued on. “I’m lucky that I’ve lived this long the doctor said that if he would’ve caught this any later I would’ve been gone in two days.” I looked at her crying now. “It just doesn’t seem fare.”
“I know, but it’s going to work out for you and Ron I know it.” She said.
“You act like I’m marrying him and plus I’m seventeen I have 6 months left now.” I said goodbye to my mom and left the room because I couldn’t bare it. Not even two seconds later the machines that were hooked up to her started beeping and I turned around faster than I ever have and nurses and doctors pushed threw the door past me, but I didn’t notice them the only thing that stuck in my head was the image of my mom on that hospital bed, mouth closed, eyelids purple, and hands to her sides did not move… so I walked out the door and felt her with me in the car on the drive home, now the part I was left with to tell Ron that his beloved wife and mother had left us alone today. Because now he would be closer to his stepfather than he ever was…
Friday, January 29, 2010
Tackling The Issue
First of all, i believe that little children should not read about such vulgar
books that focus on profanity, drugs, and obscenities. I would have to agree
with parents that say they would rather pick another book for their child, as
for the rest of the children i would hope that the parents would be smart
enough to request a new book for their child that way they know exactly what
they're reading and when they're reading it.
Second of all, when you think about it, would you rather have your child learn
about these things now or later. In my opinion I would rather have my child learn
about such dishonorable subjects. Because therefore they will be more mature and
they will be able to process such indelicate words, not only that but when the child
asks the teacher or the parent what such indecent concepts are the adult will not know
how and if they should explain.
books that focus on profanity, drugs, and obscenities. I would have to agree
with parents that say they would rather pick another book for their child, as
for the rest of the children i would hope that the parents would be smart
enough to request a new book for their child that way they know exactly what
they're reading and when they're reading it.
Second of all, when you think about it, would you rather have your child learn
about these things now or later. In my opinion I would rather have my child learn
about such dishonorable subjects. Because therefore they will be more mature and
they will be able to process such indelicate words, not only that but when the child
asks the teacher or the parent what such indecent concepts are the adult will not know
how and if they should explain.
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