Thursday, May 30, 2013

To Kill A Mockingbird Essay by Amanda Rivera

Everyone has to make a difficult choice in their lives, and they most likely had to suffer the consequences. In this book, a few characters had to make a quick decision and ended up suffering the consequences.

The character I chose to write about is, Tom Robinson. Tom Robinson is a (black) man who in the book is portrayed as a “rapist” and is constantly being harassed by the townspeople in a racist community. In the beginning of the book Tom is in court for allegedly  “raping” Mayella Ewell. Atticus Finch is his lawyer and is fighting to keep Tom out of jail. Mayella claims that Tom “had beaten and raped her ” and had the bruise on her face as evidence, but when the judge asked to see his arm he said that, “one arm is 12 inches shorter than the other”. That statement right there should of cleared his name but because of him living in a racist community, he still didn't have a chance. In another part of the book, it said in a Newspaper article that “Tom was a dead man the minute Mayella Ewell opened her mouth and screamed.” This quotes proves my point that he didn't have a chance when he was up against a racist jury.

Finally, the lawyer let Tom tell his own story. He claimed that, Mayella asked Tom to come and fix her door and when he came inside to help he discovered that the door wasn't broken and when he turned around to tell her that, she threw herself at him and began hugging him, and when Tom pushed her off, her dad Bob Ewell walked in and Tom ran.

He also said that, he felt bad for Mayella, and the jury wasn't happy with him saying that because, why would a black man feel bad for a white lady, basically saying in any case it should be the other way around. Some speculated that it was Mr. Bob Ewell who beat his daughter and he was furious with that accusation.

By the end of the book, despite all of Atticus`s tryings to help him win the trial, Tom was still found guilty and taken away. And once things were calming down in Maycomb another tragedy hit, Tom Robinson was killed by a gunshot after trying to escape.

The message of this story is, don't judge, and also don`t kill a mockingbird because “Mockingbirds don't do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don`t eat up people's gardens, don't nest in corncribs, they don't do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. Thats why it`s a sin to kill a mockingbird” In this book Tom represents a mockingbird, because he didn't do anything and wasn't going to do anything in the first place. But he was still killed and thats the sin the quote was referring to, killing someone or maybe something (Bird) for no reason.

Tom is a prime example of a person who made a decision and had to live with the consequences, unfortunately for Tom that choice cost him his life. All he did was try and help Mayella and didn't know that it was going to explode into this big thing where he constantly gets called a “rapist” and  is sent to jail where he is killed.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

To Kill A Mockingbird Essay


     
Amanda Rivera
5/22/13
B              
                                          To Kill A Mockingbird Essay
                                          
Everyone has to make a difficult choice in their lives, and they most likely had to suffer the consequences. In this book, a few characters had to make a quick decision and ended up suffering the consequences.


The character I chose to write about is, Tom Robinson. Tom Robinson is a (black) man who in the book is portrayed as a “rapist” and is constantly being harassed by the townspeople in a racist community. In the beginning of the book Tom is in court for allegedly  “raping” Mayella Ewell. Atticus Finch is his lawyer and is fighting to keep Tom out of jail. Mayella claims that Tom “had beaten and raped her ” and had the bruise on her face as evidence, but when the judge asked to see his arm he said that, “one arm is 12 inches shorter than the other”. That statement right there should of cleared his name but because of him living in a racist community, he still didn't have a chance.


Finally, the lawyer let Tom tell his own story. He claimed that, Mayella asked Tom to come and fix her door and when he came inside to help he discovered that the door wasn't broken and when he turned around to tell her that, she threw herself at him and began hugging him, and when Tom pushed her off, her dad Bob Ewell walked in and Tom ran.


He also said that, he felt bad for Mayella, and the jury wasn't happy with him saying that because, why would a black man feel bad for a white lady, basically saying in any case it should be the other way around. Some speculated that it was Mr. Bob Ewell who beat his daughter and he was furious with that accusation.


By the end of the book, despite all of Atticus`s tryings to help him win the trial, Tom was still found guilty and taken away. And once things were calming down in Maycomb another tragedy hit, Tom Robinson was killed by a gunshot after trying to escape.


Tom is a prime example of a person who made a decision and had to live with the consequences, unfortunately for Tom that choice cost him his life. All he did was try and help Mayella and didn't know that it was going to explode into this big thing where he constantly gets called a “rapist” and  is sent to jail for the rest of his life.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

The Old Man and the Sea Book Review

Amanda Rivera
23 April 2013
9B
 
The Old Man And The Sea: A Man Who Had Bad Luck And Overcame It
The Old man and the sea, Ernest Hemingway, Simon & Schuster inc., 1950.
Genre: Fiction

                        

This story is about a fisherman named Santiago. An old man who is considered “Saloa” which is very bad luck. Unlike the other fisherman he has gone 84 days without catching a fish. A boy named Manolin was very close to Santiago and regularly visited his shack.
When Manolin was just a little boy Santiago brought him out to fish, but ever since he got bad luck, the boys parents forbid him to go out to sea with him. He set out alone to see if he can try and break his unlucky streak. He put his bait in the water and hoped a fish will come. By noon a big fish got caught on the bait and he hoped it would be a marlin. On the third day the Marlin came back and even though the old man was still wounded and completely worn out he used all of his strength to stab the marlin and make sure it`s strapped on the side of his boat. Although he feels that his luck is back, its not. During the journey back the blood from the marlin left a trail for the sharks and brought them right to Santiagos boat. He kills the first with his harpoon in total he killed five sharks and the others gave up and left. By the time he arrived on shore, the sharks have already devoured the marlin. Finally making his way back to his shack he slumps on the bed and falls into a deep sleep. The next morning, the fisherman notice the big skeleton still attached to the boat. The boy who was worried about the old man, arrived at his shack with newspapers and coffee when the man awakes he promises they will go fishing again.


Upon looking at some of the reviews of the book I stumbled upon a man named Zack Davisson saying “I never knew a story a little over 120 pages could pack such a punch.” I picked this quote because, I agree with this quote. When you see how many pages are in this book you would never think that there would be so much action packed into it.


The book was packed with similes. On almost every page the author threw in a simile. For example, “But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert (page 10).” This sentence was a little mix of simile with a little bit of imagery. As I'm reading it, I think of a sandy desert but also think of old scars on a mans body. When I saw this quote I knew this would be a good quote to use for an example for simile but also imagery.


I`d like to compare The old man and the sea to the last book I read which was called “Titanic: Young Survivors’. The thing that is similar is, the setting because they each take place on the water and both really have to stay alive. But the differences between them definitely is that on the titanic they were on a cruise ship and their ship was sinking, when in the old man and the sea, Santiago only had a little boat and he was alone. 
 
The quote “A man can be destroyed but not defeated” to me means that though someone may have hurt you, you're not completely done. Though you may be broken and beaten, it does not mean that you can`t get back up and keep going, though you feel defeated, you are not. For an example, I am using 9/11 and the recent Boston bombings. I was watching news coverage on the bombings just the other day and a woman came on and said something that really inspired me. She said, “Even though 9/11 happened, we still have to use planes and even though the bombings happened, we are still going to run marathons” Those weren't the exact words, but it was pretty close. Though people suffered injuries such as, losing limbs, broken backs/legs/arms, I believe that we will get through this all together and on the day it happened we will celebrate the lives we lost but still celebrate that we are still alive to celebrate those lives.


This book showed me, that even though you're having a little bad luck and even though people are trying to bring you down, don't give up. I really enjoyed the description that Ernest Hemingway put into it, some parts were really graphic but other parts were told well.

 

I give The Old Man and the Sea 4 Paws- Pounce on it.

Friday, March 15, 2013

Who Killed My Father


Amanda Rivera
3-14-13 9B



My name is Nancy, I'm 15 years old and I live in a small town name Copperfield.
I have lived in Copperfield my whole life. I live with my mom, dad, and twin brother and sister both age 3. Take one look at me and you`ll think I have the perfect life, a loving mother and father, great friends, but that was taken away from me the day my father was found dead on the sidewalk across from my house. My mother who was once so full of life is now deeply
depressed, and I`m stuck with the task of telling my brother and sister who are too young to understand that dad isn't coming home.

It has been a week since my father was found dead. My mother is still in a deep depression and it`s gotten to the point where she just stays locked up in her room and I have to look after my brother and sister all by myself. It was about 3am when a group of people came bursting into my room and grabbed me, I began kicking and screaming but they didn't lose their grip. when I got downstairs I saw one man with my mother and another with my brother and sister. I started screaming but I soon noticed that my mother didn`t look frightened at all. A man in a black jacket and a black hat started walking towards me, as he got closer I noticed a badge that said “CS” on it. I soon got told that “CS” stood for Copperfield Spies and when I asked why they were here the man replied “Because you're not safe here, we're here to find out who killed your father” I asked how they know my father and the man hesitated to tell me “Nancy..your father was a spy”

I didn't want to believe him but something about him was so convincing.
He took me and my family down to the spy program. He sat me down and told me his name is Jonah and that he and my father went way back. I asked why he never told me and he replied “Because he didn`t want you to be in danger, he resigned from the spy institution when you were born and never looked back until one day he saw something or shall I say ‘Someone’ on the news that frightened him and he decided to come back” I was really intrigued and asked “Who did he see?” “Jesse” “Jesse? who`s Jesse?” “Jesse is an old enemy that your dad fought way before you were born. Jesse works for a different spy institution, but this one doesn't help anyone..these people kill everyone who did them wrong and your father was one of them..he was a target to everyone who worked there just because he put Jesse away. But back in March he saw that Jesse escaped and nobody knows how.” I jumped up and yelled “IT WAS JESSE! Jesse killed my father!” He looked at me and responded “It wasn't Jesse” “It had to be! He had motive, he always hated my father and you said he wanted revenge!” “Nancy, sit down. Jesse died two weeks before your dad, he committed suicide.”
“Then what about the other people who worked with him?” “They're still in jail, they are constantly videotaped and they never got out of that jail cell. But were still investigating how Jesse got out. Nancy I am so sorry, but Jesse didn't do it” I couldn't take it anymore, I got up and screamed “THEN WHO THE HELL DID!” Jonah just sat there and looked at me wide eyed. I couldn't believe I just did that. “I`m sorry” He smiled and replied “It`s okay, I know your going through alot right now, why don't you go get some rest. “Alright, but before I go I have one more question.” “Yes?” “Did my mother know? Like, did she know he was a spy?” He just sat up, smiled and said “ Why don't you find out yourself.”
Jail Bars and Cuffs
When I awoke, I didn't want to open my eyes I just laid there hoping it was a dream and I'd wake up in my soft warm bed, and go downstairs to my loving parents and brother and sister and everything would be back to normal. But it`s not going to happen, my father is dead and my mother is depressed and my brother and sister have no idea what`s going on. I got a tour of the institution and they showed all of us our new bedrooms, since we were going to be there for a long time. The rooms were nice, the beds were very comfortable but nothing compared to being at home. That night as I was lying in bed, a terrible thought came to me. What if they never find my fathers killer? Just then I got an idea, if no one else is going to find my fathers killer, I must take things into my own hands and find it out myself. I got out of bed and started looking for paper to write down my plan.

By the time I finished it was almost 4am and some people were already getting up for work, when someone came to my room to check on me I quickly hid the paper and jumped into bed and ruffled up the blankets to look like I've been sleeping. After that I soon fell asleep and when I woke up I started running down to Jonah`s office (In my pajamas someone had to give to me) to tell him my plan. When I ran into his office, he looked at me from head to toe and remarked “Nice PJ`s” I shot him a look and sat down and told him my plan, he wasn't so sure at first about sending a 15 year old girl out to find her father's killer but seeing that I spent so much time working on this plan he soon agreed. I went to ask for my mother's approval but she was nowhere to be found, I asked the person who was looking over her and she said that she was relaxing and that she didn't want to be bothered.

I went back to my room and put on my clothes that someone had generously gave me since I can't go back to the house for quite awhile. I wrote a quick letter to my mother, packed all the stuff I might need and went back to Jonahs office and put the letter on his desk marked “For Mother, love Nancy” The twins are with the daycare at the institution and I knew they were safe. As I was leaving I stopped, took a deep breath and continued walking out.

I have been walking for at least 2 hours now and those few hours I slept are starting to kick in, I began to think I made a mistake, but it`s too late to go back now. I finally found a bus station and decided that walking wasn't the best choice. Luckily, there was a bus who was stopping just down the street from my house. As I was getting on the bus, I remembered Jonah saying that I should always keep my head down, just so nobody can recognize me. When I got on the bus I sat all the way in the back and kept my head down but when I looked up I noticed a man staring at me, he was wearing an all black overcoat and had creepy green eyes, I quickly put my head down and hoped he would leave, but he never did.

When it got to my stop, I ran off the bus and started walking to my house but then I stopped because it felt like someone was watching me. I got goosebumps and finally had the courage to turn around and no one was behind me, I reassured myself that it was all in my head and began walking. As I got to my house I noticed the door was partly open and walked up stairs to my house. I tiptoed in and then heard a thump come from upstairs, I looked around and saw that everything was a mess, all the tables and couches were flipped over and it looked like someone was looking for something. I thought to myself “I feel like I'm in one of those crime shows” and started walking into the kitchen. Just as I was walking in, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and hid in the pantry. The person came running into the kitchen and I held my breath. He or she was very angry and it was like they were searching for something. All of a sudden, something in my backpack started ringing and it was pretty loud, I saw the person stop in their tracks and look around, I began searching through my backpack and found a cell phone with the name ‘Jonah’ lighten’ up, I pressed cancel and hoped the person didn't hear, I looked through the opening of the door and saw the person shaking their head and walk away.

I waited until the door slammed before I made a run for it, I ran upstairs and went to check on my room, nothing was gone same with my brother and sisters room. I went to check my parents room and saw that only my moms side of the room was messed up. I didn't think anything of it and called Jonah. I told him what happened and he wasn't sure who it could be but just for my safety, he wanted me to come back. I waited at the bus stop and when I got on, the guy was still there. I was getting really worried and just asked ‘Why do you keep staring at me?” He didn't answer. I just turned around and tried to ignore him until he said “Nancy” My eyes widened and I slowly turned around and asked “How do you know my name?” “Never mind that, I know who killed your father” I was so shocked I could barely talk without stuttering “H--how do you know my father?” “I'm your uncle Greg, the last time I saw you was when you were still a toddler, my have you grown” Still shocked I asked “sorry to break up this family reunion but who killed my father?!” “You're not gonna believe me but it`s your mother” My world came crashing down, It all fit, her weird depression, her never talking to us anymore, only her side of the room being messed up. I can't believe it, my mother, my once sweet, fun loving mother is a murderer. “I can't believe It” I said between sobs, “how do you know?” he came over and sat on the seat across from mine, “I always knew something was up with your mom, she tricked everyone with her ‘sweet’ personality including your father, and you. When I heard your father was killed I had the bad feeling that your mother was culprit so I looked into it myself, your father I were in the same spy institution and around the time he quit I quit too. The day he returned he called me and asked me to help, but I reclined and now I regret saying no. I went to the head leader Jonah and told him my suspicions but he didn't believe me, I went to my friend who works the surveillance cameras outside of your house and saw your mother shoot your father and all the evidence I need is on this dvd. He pulled out a small dvd and handed it to me. “Nancy I want you to show this footage to Jonah and quickly.”
I agreed and when the bus stopped near the institution I ran out the door but before I did, I thanked him.
When I got there, I went right up to Jonah and demanded he watch this video, he couldn't believe his eyes. He got up and ran towards her room gesturing for the guards to follow, they moved her caretaker away from the door and walked in, she was nowhere. All there was of her was a note on the desk saying “Come and find me.”







Monday, March 11, 2013

Who killed my father?



AUTHORS NOTES:
1.) I want my reader to be on the edge of their seats reading this story, I want them to feel what my character felt.
2.) I think the descriptions I put in really worked well in the story, and it was very easy to write the dialogues.
3.) Trying to say who the killer was, was challenging for me because it had to be 2,000 or less. The problems I encountered was, trying to tell the story without rambling on. There are no weak areas for me.
4.) Is there too much rambling?



My name is Nancy, I'm 15 years old and I live in a small town name Copperfield.
I have lived in Copperfield my whole life. I live with my mom, dad, and twin brother and sister both age 3. Take one look at me and you`ll think I have the perfect life, a loving mother and father, great friends, but that was taken away from me the day my father was found dead on the sidewalk across from my house. My mother who was once so full of life is now deeply
depressed, and I`m stuck with the task of telling my brother and sister who are too young to understand that dad isn't coming home.

It has been a week since my father was found dead. My mother is still in a deep depression and it`s gotten to the point where she just stays locked up in her room and I have to look after my brother and sister all by myself. It was about 3am when a group of people came bursting into my room and grabbed me, I began kicking and screaming but they didn't lose their grip. when I got downstairs I saw one man with my mother and another with my brother and sister. I started screaming but I soon noticed that my mother didn`t look frightened at all. A man in a black jacket and a black hat started walking towards me, as he got closer I noticed a badge that said “CS” on it. I soon got told that “CS” stood for Copperfield Spies and when I asked why they were here the man replied “Because you're not safe here, we're here to find out who killed your father” I asked how they know my father and the man hesitated to tell me “Nancy..your father was a spy”

I didn't want to believe him but something about him was so convincing.
He took me and my family down to the spy program (Sneakily of course). He sat me down and told me his name is Jonah and that he and my father went way back. I asked why he never told me and he replied “Because he didn`t want you to be in danger, he resigned from the spy institution when you were born and never looked back until one day he saw something or shall I say ‘Someone’ on the news that frightened him and he decided to come back” I was really intrigued and asked “who did he see?” “Jesse” “Jesse? who`s Jesse?” “Jesse is an old enemy that your dad fought way before you were born. Jesse works for a different spy institution, but this one doesn't help anyone..these people kill everyone who did them wrong and your father was one of them..he was a target to everyone who worked there just because he put Jesse away. But back in March he saw that Jesse escaped and nobody knows how.” I jumped up and yelled “IT WAS JESSE! Jesse killed my father!” He looked at me and responded “It wasn't Jesse” “ It had to be! He had motive, he always hated my father and you said he wanted revenge!” “Nancy, sit down. Jesse died two weeks before your dad, he committed suicide.”
“Then what about the other people who worked with him?” “They're still in jail, they are constantly videotaped and they never got out of that jail cell. But were still investigating how Jesse got out. Nancy I am so sorry, but Jesse didn't do it” I couldn't take it anymore, I got up and screamed “THEN WHO THE HELL DID!” Jonah just sat there and looked at me wide eyed. I couldn't believe I just did that. “I`m sorry” He smiled and replied “It`s okay, I know your going through alot right now, why don't you go get some rest. “Alright, but before I go I have one more question.” “Yes?” “Did my mother know? Like, did she know he was a spy?” He just sat up, smiled and said “ Why don't you find out yourself.”
When I awoke, I didn't want to open my eyes I just layed there hoping it was a dream and I'd wake up in my soft warm bed, and go downstairs to my loving parents and brother and sister and everything would be back to normal. But it`s not going to happen, my father is dead and my mother is depressed and my brother and sister have no idea what`s going on. I got a tour of the institution and they showed all of us our new bedrooms, since we were going to be there for a long time. The rooms were nice, the beds were very comfortable but nothing compared to being at home. That night as I was lying in bed, a terrible thought came to me. What if they never find my fathers killer? Just then I got an idea, if no one else is going to find my fathers killer, I must take things into my own hands and find it out myself. I got out of bed and started looking for paper to write down my plan.

By the time I finished it was almost 4am and some people were already getting up for work, when someone came to my room to check on me I quickly hid the paper and jumped into bed and ruffled up the blankets to look like I've been sleeping. After that I soon fell asleep and when I woke up I started running down to Jonah`s office (In my pajamas someone had to give to me) to tell him my plan. When I ran into his office, he looked at me from head to toe and remarked “Nice PJ`s” I shot him a look and sat down and told him my plan, he wasn't so sure at first about sending a 15 year old girl out to find her father's killer but seeing that I spent so much time working on this plan he soon agreed. I went to ask for my mother's approval but she was nowhere to be found, I asked the person who was looking over her and she said that she was relaxing and that she didn't want to be bothered.

I went back to my room and put on my clothes that someone had generously gave me since I can't go back to the house for quite awhile. I wrote a quick letter to my mother, packed all the stuff I might need and went back to Jonahs office and put the letter on his desk marked “For Mother, love Nancy” The twins are with the daycare at the institution and I knew they were safe. As I was leaving I stopped, took a deep breath and continued walking out. I have been walking for at least 2 hours now and those few hours I slept are starting to kick in, I began to think I made a mistake, but it`s too late to go back now. I finally found a bus station and decided that walking wasn't the best choice. Luckily, there was a bus who was stopping just down the street from my house. As I was getting on the bus, I remembered Jonah saying that I should always keep my head down, just so nobody can recognize me. When I got on the bus I sat all the way in the back and kept my head down but when I looked up I noticed a man staring at me, he was wearing an all black overcoat and had creepy green eyes, I quickly put my head down and hoped he would leave, but he never did.
When it got to my stop, I basically ran off the bus and started walking to my house but then I stopped because it felt like someone was watching me. I got goosebumps and finally had the courage to turn around and no one was behind me, I reassured myself that it was all in my head and began walking. As I got to my house I noticed the door was partly open and walked up stairs to my house. I tiptoed in and then heard a thump come from upstairs, I looked around and saw that everything was a mess, all the tables and couches were flipped over and it looked like someone was looking for something. I thought to myself “I feel like I'm in one of those crime shows” and started walking into the kitchen. Just as I was walking in, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and hid in the pantry. The person came running into the kitchen and I held my breath. He or she was very angry and it was like they were searching for something. All of a sudden, something in my backpack started ringing and it was pretty loud, I saw the person stop in their tracks and look around, I began searching through my backpack and found a cell phone with the name ‘Jonah’ lighten’ up, I pressed cancel and hoped the person didn't hear, I looked through the opening of the door and saw the person shaking their head and walk away.

I waited until the door slammed before I made a run for it, I ran upstairs and went to check on my room, nothing was gone same with my brother and sisters room. I went to check my parents room and saw that only my moms side of the room was messed up. I didn't think anything of it and called Jonah. I told him what happened and he wasn't sure who it could be but just for my safety, he wanted me to come back. I waited at the bus stop and when I got on, the guy was still there. I was getting really worried and just asked ‘Why do you keep staring at me?” He didn't answer. I just turned around and tried to ignore him until he said “Nancy” My eyes widened and I slowly turned around and asked “How do you know my name?” “Never mind that, I know who killed your father” I was so shocked I could barely talk without stuttering “H--how do you know my father?” “I'm your uncle Greg, the last time I saw was when you were still a toddler, my have you grown” Still shocked I asked “sorry to break up this family reunion but who killed my father?!” “You're not gonna believe me but it`s your mother” My world came crashing down, It all fit, her weird depression, her never talking to us anymore, only her side of the room being messed up. I can't believe it, my mother, my once sweet fun loving mother is a murderer. “I can't believe It” I said between sobs, “how do you know?” he came over and sat on the seat across from mine, “I always knew something was up with your mom, she tricked everyone with her ‘sweet’ personality including your father, and you. When I heard your father was killed I had the bad feeling that your mother was culprit so I looked into it myself, your father I were in the same spy institution and around the time he quit I quit too. The day he returned he called me and asked me to help, but I reclined and now I regret saying no. I went to the head leader Jonah and told him my suspicions but he didn't believe me, I went to my friend who works the surveillance cameras outside of your house and saw your mother shoot your father and all the evidence I need is on this dvd. He pulled out a small dvd and handed it to me. “Nancy I want you to show this footage to Jonah and quickly.” I agreed and when the bus stopped near the institution I ran out the door but before I did, I thanked him. When I got there, I went right up to Jonah and demanded he watch this video, he couldn't believe his eyes. He got up and ran towards her room gesturing for the guards to follow, they moved her caretaker away from the door and walked in, she was nowhere. All there was of her was a note on the desk saying “Come and find me.”









Friday, January 11, 2013

Value Essay

What`s your definition of value? Mine is something you love and really care about. Do you value your family? Friends? Pets? Maybe you value an electronic of some sort. This essay is about something I value, something priced and something priceless. Do I still have your attention or have you drifted off into space? When I got assigned this project I wasn't that sure about what I valued until I realized that we take a lot for granted like phones,TVs and computers. I value my TV because It teaches me stuff about different countries and different people around the world. Something priceless that I value is laughing, I value laughing because it brings me happiness. We never really take the time to value what we have while we have it. Take some time to appreciate your friends and family while you still have them because one day...they won't be there.


  As I sit in my living room watching the news different stories from around the world come on, stuff about tornados, financial problems and wars. Like reading, TV transports you to different places around the world, It helps you learn about places you've never heard about before and really helps you connect with people around the world. I got my first TV when I was 6, it was christmas and my dad`s side of the family got it for me. I remember it was a Disney TV and it was shaped like Mickey Mouse's head (Embarrassing, I know) I had that TV for 8 years and finally realized I needed a new one and decided to give it to my cousins. I got a new one for my 12th birthday but just two years later it stopped working, so back to the store I go. I realize that I am fortunate to have a TV, because there are people around the world who don't have a TV.



  I don`t just value laughter because it makes me happy, I value laughter because it makes other people happy. I enjoy making people laugh, it comes natural to me. I laugh a lot too and the bad thing is, I have a very loud laugh so loud you can hear me all the way down the hall. I value the memories I share with my friends and family because everytime we're together we spend it laughing.

These two are similar because they both bring entertainment and I always have someone to do it with, also they always make me happy and put me in a relaxing mood, and just like laughter TV can be infectious (Example: telling someone about a show and then they tell someone else) Even though they're similar they're also very different for example, A TV can be touched while laughter can't and just like theres different types of TV, there is also different types of laughter like, nervous, scared and also real out of breath type laughter and with different types of TV theres, dramatic, scary, sad and comedies and also romantic. So remember to take some time out of your day to appreciate one of your family members or friends. Now that you read what I value, what do you value? What's something important in your life? What's your definition of Value?

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Value Essay

What`s your definition of value? Mine is something you love and really care about. Do you value your family? Friends? Pets? Maybe you value an electronic of some sort. This essay is about something I value, something priced and something priceless. Do I still have your attention or have you drifted off into space? When I got assigned this project I wasn't that sure about what I valued until I realized that we take a lot for granted like phones,TVs and computers. I value my TV because It teaches me stuff about different countries and different people around the world. Something priceless that I value is laughing, I value laughing because it brings me happiness. We never really take the time to value what we have while we have it. Take some time to appreciate your friends and family while you still have them because one day...they won't be there. As I sit in my living room watching the news different stories from around the world come on, stuff about tornados, financial problems and wars. Like reading, TV transports you to different places around the world, It helps you learn about places you've never heard about before and really helps you connect with people around the world. I got my first TV when I was 6, it was christmas and my dad`s side of the family got it for me. I remember it was a Disney TV and it was shaped like Mickey Mouse's head (Embarrassing, I know) I had that TV for 8 years and finally realized I needed a new one and decided to give it to my cousins. I got a new one for my 12th birthday but just two years later it stopped working, so back to the store I go. I realize that I am fortunate to have a TV, because there are people around the world who don't have a TV. I don`t just value laughter because it makes me happy, I value laughter because it makes other people happy. I enjoy making people laugh, it comes natural to me. I laugh a lot too and the bad thing is, I have a very loud laugh so loud you can hear me all the way down the hall. I value the memories I share with my friends and family because everytime we're together we spend it laughing. These two are similar because they both bring entertainment and I always have someone to do it with, also they always make me happy and put me in a relaxing mood, and just like laughter TV can be infectious (Example: telling someone about a show and then they tell someone else) Even though they're similar they're also very different for example, A TV can be touched while laughter can't and just like theres different types of TV, there is also different types of laughter like, nervous, scared and also real out of breath type laughter and with different types of TV theres, dramatic, scary, sad and comedies and also romantic. So remember to take some time out of your day to appreciate one of your family members or friends. Now that you read what I value, what do you value? What's something important in your life? What's your definition of Value?