We made an exhibit of the connecting theme we found in our books which was “Life sucks”. We made 10 objects. A Gun, an ‘x’, a money sign, a teardrop, a road, police badge, key, and the two word “life sucks”.
It’s about 8 PM, Friday the 23rd of October. I can’t post immediately when I’m finished because I don’t have connection to do so.
But, I had a great week. I’m laying in bed pretty tired, but I’m very relaxed. I’ve had a pretty exhausting week. Laying in bed is something I am cherishing at the moment.
Speaking of cherishing, I have a longhorns folder. I’m crazy about the Texas Longhorns. This is by far one of my most valueable possessions. I open it and reveal what it contains often to bring back good, familiar, and remarkable feelings.
My Longhorns folder holds my notes from a past loved one. These specific notes have the power to make me smile, blush, and even cry. There is so much meaning in them.
I just finished reading them now and I wanted to record my feelings, you could say.
I have three major emotions as of right now and here they are:
I feel happy.
I’m happy that I had the oppurtunity to experience. I’m happy someone actually once loved me.
I feel amazed.
I’m amazed that anyone could write such deep and wonderful things about me. I always think of me as just me, but to have someone say so many loving things about me leaves me astonished.
I feel lucky.
I’m lucky to have experienced the things written in these notes. I’m lucky to have had someone that expressed their feelings for me, so deeply and detailed. Someone that really saw me as precious to them, and close to their heart. Someone that truly loved me. I feel as if only few people find this in the world.
I’m lucky to have had them.
MY BOOK IS SO GREAT.
HAVE YOU EVER JUST WANTED TO READ FASTER TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT I FEEL LIKE IT’S LIKE I SPEND 4 HOURS AFTER SCHOOL NON-STOP READING AND SOME PEOPLE MAY THINK THAT I’VE COMPLETELY LOST IT EXCEPT I HAVEN’T BECAUSE IT’S ONE OF THOSE BOOKS THAT YOU CANT PUT IT DOWN AND TIME FLIES WHEN YOU’RE FEEDING YOUR BRAIN AND REWARDING IT WITH SUCH GOOD TEXT.
Now that I’ve set the ‘tone’ for my little blog post here, I shall now continue writing to you in a more relaxed way. I feel very strongly about The Pact by Jodi Picoult and I figured that i could only express that through a strong voice.
My novel is so intriguing to me, it tells about the present situation, current circumstances. “Now”. Then in the next chapter, flies back to a memory of the past. “Then”. It’s so different then what I have ever read.
I will admit that at first I had some troubles realizing the format and overall strategy being used, making me reread paragraphs a second and sometimes even a third time. But as I got used to this concept I was quickly hooked. Questions of what happens next burns as the transition from Now to Then is occurring. This being the reason I wish i could read faster so I can get to the next chapter that continues where the Author left off her last thoughts.
I sometimes freak myself out. I think of really weird questions. Not creepy weird, just such deep thinking about things that most people wouldn’t even notice. I think it’s pretty cool but sometimes my burning questions just linger in my head for what seems like forever.
On my free time I research and look up what people might think are the silliest things. But honestly, I just wonder things.
I wonder about the stars, the clouds, the water, the ground, the computer I’m typing on. My mind is blow by all of the things that are so complex to be yet so real.
I love learning, and I love to know how things work. My two favorite subjects are science and math but I am IN LOVE with science.
My dreams are to have a microscope and telescope of my own. I want to be able to see something so small in specific detail. I desire to reach my sight to something so far, so distant.
I believe the possible things to see, feel, touch, hear, smell, and learn are endless through science and this excites me to an extraordinary extent.
I was tired of having my feelings bottled up inside, my thoughts about things. So here they kinda are.
I don’t really get me. I know who I am, all of that mumbo-jumbo. But sometimes I feel my mind belongs to someone else.
But I love it.
The first six weeks of school we were assigned a writing assignment. We were required to a op-ed on a topic we cared about. An op-ed is “denoting or printed on the page opposite the editorial page in a newspaper, devoted to commentary, feature articles, etc.” First we researched on possible resources we could use and site in a summary we wrote either, against, in agreement, or with a neutral opinion to our argument and/or topic. We analyzed how the sources wrote and used rhetorical strategies to persuade the audience. We then wove these strategies into our own op-ed.
I chose to write about teenagers taking their parents for granted and that you should not. You only get the opportunity to have one mother and father, I feel that they should always feel appreciated because they brought you into this world. I have felt how it feels to not have my parents and I wouldn’t want anyone to feel that way, and have regrets. It was interesting to me how many young adults accidentally treat their parents unfairly. Choosing this topic was fairly easy being it’s something I truly care about, but it was difficult to write for me.
I shared the link to my blog and to my op-ed to my mom. (Which she greatly appreciated and praised me for.) A couple of classmates took time out of their day to read my op-ed and one commented! I also tweeted about it! It didn’t help too much but I’m sure SOMEONE saw.
I would definitely manage my time better next time, and focus more on the summaries to help me actually write my op-ed. I felt a little rushed towards the end, but I was being irresponsible and I take full credit for that.
I learned that Im not as bad as a writer as I think I am, for one. Secondlly, I should work on planning more because it helps a ton. Lastly, I learned that not all writing we have to do has to be boring. Since I actually cared about the topic i enjoyed writing about it and sharing my opinion.
Lori Badami is a woman who lost her mother who was shot by her step father. She writes about not taking your parents for granted, that agrees with my argument and op-ed. She uses three very effecient and strong stradegy’s in her letter/article.
First, she starts her introduction with a story and/or personal experience. The story is about the tragedy of her mothers murder and is written to draw your attention and be moving. This is a good hook, and is using pathos because it effects the readers/audiences emotions. This is an effecient rhetorical stradegy because it leaves the reader eager to continue.
Next, Lori connects the story with her topic and claim. To not take your parents for granted or anyone you love. She uses pathos throughout her entire article to get her point across and be persuasive.
Lastly, towards the end of her article she uses suggestions of ways to achieve what shes asking for, so the reader realizes that her asking is not an impossible task. This may finalize the readers action on whether they go through with what the author is asking or confirms their decision to agree with her.
Badami, Lori. “Don’t Take Your Parents for Granted.” Chicago Tribune. N.p., 7 May 2005. Web.