Tuesday, February 24, 2009
ten thousand dollars
In Raisin in the Sun, i think mama should do a number of things. First off, I think she should go on a trip somewhere like Italy or France for a while and possibly take someone with her because she talked about not going somewhere alone because she would look stupid. Then, she should donate a few thousand of her dollars to Beneatha's college fund because Medical school is very expensive and she wants to be a doctor. Lastly, She could contribute to Walter buying a house because they live in a very poor house and don't have very nice things.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
The Day Was Cold
The Day Was Cold
By: Dante West
I awoke around 5 A.M. when my blaring alarm went off in my ear. I sluggishly got out of my warm fortress of a bed and looked outside. I could hear the light pitter-patter as snowflakes fell on my roof. I could tell it would be a cold day. I hesitantly turned on the shower to wake myself but the hot water felt like blankets and I almost drifted into a slumber. As I walked outside into the mid-morning chill, even my three heavy coats and dark purple scarf couldn’t keep me from shivering. I ran quickly to the car through the crunching snow, sloshing under my feet and turned on the heater, sweet relief. Then I realized I couldn’t drive because the frost had covered the windows and froze like a tiny ice rink on my windshield. Finally once my windows defrosted, I headed out into the vast wasteland of streets, for nobody dared go outside into the frigid environment. I stopped at Starbucks and got a frothy cup of hot chocolate that soothed my mouth with flavors of the cocoa bean. I could almost taste the sweet sensation on cinnamon rolls in my mouth . I decided to stay in the heated shelter of Starbucks till the day was more suitable for my liking. I looked outside and saw that tiny, beautiful snowflakes were slowly starting to fall. Soon, hundreds were glistening in the air, as I made the long trek to work the fresh smell of the new air was enjoyable . Upon arriving, the chilled handle of the brass door to my job as a peanut butter manufacturer, wouldn’t turn. I looked up and saw the metal sign announcing, “No work, snow day”. I then realized I had left the warm comforts of my bed for nothing. Begrudged, I traveled home across the newly fallen powder, making the first tracks of the day. I spotted a young boy who had also been locked out due to a snow day. I offered to give him a lift home but then he expressed his love for the snow so I had let him be. I did give him my hot chocolate though.
By: Dante West
I awoke around 5 A.M. when my blaring alarm went off in my ear. I sluggishly got out of my warm fortress of a bed and looked outside. I could hear the light pitter-patter as snowflakes fell on my roof. I could tell it would be a cold day. I hesitantly turned on the shower to wake myself but the hot water felt like blankets and I almost drifted into a slumber. As I walked outside into the mid-morning chill, even my three heavy coats and dark purple scarf couldn’t keep me from shivering. I ran quickly to the car through the crunching snow, sloshing under my feet and turned on the heater, sweet relief. Then I realized I couldn’t drive because the frost had covered the windows and froze like a tiny ice rink on my windshield. Finally once my windows defrosted, I headed out into the vast wasteland of streets, for nobody dared go outside into the frigid environment. I stopped at Starbucks and got a frothy cup of hot chocolate that soothed my mouth with flavors of the cocoa bean. I could almost taste the sweet sensation on cinnamon rolls in my mouth . I decided to stay in the heated shelter of Starbucks till the day was more suitable for my liking. I looked outside and saw that tiny, beautiful snowflakes were slowly starting to fall. Soon, hundreds were glistening in the air, as I made the long trek to work the fresh smell of the new air was enjoyable . Upon arriving, the chilled handle of the brass door to my job as a peanut butter manufacturer, wouldn’t turn. I looked up and saw the metal sign announcing, “No work, snow day”. I then realized I had left the warm comforts of my bed for nothing. Begrudged, I traveled home across the newly fallen powder, making the first tracks of the day. I spotted a young boy who had also been locked out due to a snow day. I offered to give him a lift home but then he expressed his love for the snow so I had let him be. I did give him my hot chocolate though.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
hello
this is my first blog and my URL is max is fat because its true. this is for mr gibbs lit class which i enjoy because lits not too bad of a class. my interests are guitar and i am an aspiring musician and hope to make something out of that talent
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