Grandpa Willy

Son you know that picture of your grandpa Willy that you have been looking at a lot? Well I think that you are old enough now to know a little bit about him. I know that growing up without that special person is hard but I think that you should know that he is always going to be there watching over you and being you biggest fan, just like he was mine when I was playing ball. You see Grandpa Willy was a hardworking man but he didn’t really show affection very well. He was more into business more than anything and wanting to be a good provider for me and uncle Happy and Grandma Linda. He do anything he could to make sure that we had a roof over our head and food on the table. Your Grandpa was a proud man and although toward the end he needed more help than he liked to ask for he always really just wanted to show that he would was able to do whatever it took to be successful. Success was a big thing in your grandpa’s eyes he wanted everyone in the business to know that he was a hardworking man. I know sometimes you hear me talk about how mad I was at my father but that was just because his job began to take over his mind and he began to be this man that I did not recognize. You see son I was a mommas boy and I just wanted my dad to know that my mom was the best thing in his life.  And I wanted my dad to be proud of me even though at the time I didn’t do much that he would be proud of  but just know that I will always be proud of you and so will your grandpa!

class review

My favorite poem I would have to say was the red wheelbarrow, why I liked this poem was I loved how just by the word on the page I felt like I was there looking out the window at the red wheel barrow. The words from this poem painted a picture my mind. The poem that I didn’t like very much was my papas waltz, why I think that this poem was my least favorite was because I feel like in this poem it was hard for me not to read too far into things. I like the things in life that are straight forward and clear.

I would have to say that my favorite short story was the happy endings. I love how this short story gave such realistic relationships that really take place in the world today. It was a fun read to me and made me laugh just a little bit. My least favorite story would have to be the lone ranger and tonto fistfight in heaven. For some reason this story was one that I was really not interested in reading. Making it harder for me to connect and continue reading it.

Yes I think that next semester’s students should read a death of a salesman I think toward the end the story got better making me want to see what happened but at first the story was a bit boring. I think that it was an interesting read.

Yes I think that by watching the films to these stories made a lot of things in the story a lot clearer. Especially for Bartleby that was a tough one for me to stay focused on the read.

My favorite in class activity was the test prep matching I think it was a great study tool. I really didn’t have a least favorite one.

I actually liked the structure of the class without small groups I think with the bigger group talks the class is able to get more opinions from classmates.

I think that the blogs were fun way to be creative on assignments. My favorite was the introduction I think that it was cool to get to know my classmates in that way. My least favorite blog post I think was the Billy Collins litany imitation I think that that was the hardest one for me to put together and think about.

Lindas diary

April 25, 1949

Well my dear diary today was just another day at the crazy household. I got breakfast cooking and helping Willy gets ready and off to work. Hopefully this sales trip is successful for him I know how much he wants to be a successful. The boys are here visiting and I just wish that Biff would think about everything that his father has had to go through lately and maybe he would understand Willy just a little bit more. I think about how close Biff used to be with his father and it kills me how much hate Biff has in his heart toward Willy. I know with time things will get better with their relationship, and Biff will see that his father always loves him and only wants what is best for him.

 

April 25, 2013

My dear diary, Willy has been getting worse with seeing his flashbacks I know that he should probably go see a doctor, but Willy is too proud to ever ask for help. It kills me inside how his stress from work has changed his mental mind. I know the willy that I met and fell in love with all those years ago is still there. I just miss him from time to time you know. I miss our conversations that we used to have when all I think we have now is small talk before he has another episode. I just want my loving husband back I would give anything to have my old Willy again.

the lottery

     In "The Lottery," by Shirley Jackson, stoning is the main theme that runs the story.  Throughout this particular story the town’s people see that it is perfectly normal to stone someone, since this is what they have been doing for so long.  The youth of the town pick out all of the stones that are going to throw at that one very “lucky” individual.  During the movie that we watched in class it was strange to see that the young kids were gathering rocks and putting them in their pockets so they would have them to throw at that one person. The theme of stoning is something that we wouldn’t think would be something that would be taking place since this is not really something that we hear about on the daily, but this is something that goes on in other foreign countries. People grow accustomed to tradition and if grew up with this going on in their home town and having it be a small town we can all believe why they didn’t think that anything could be different. The idea of sacrificing someone because of the luck of the draw makes me think of the Hunger Games when they had to have someone from each county go and play the games. Also in harry potter when the goblet of fire and the pot draws one name from each school and only one will win. Because of these two instances this makes me believe that the small town has a sense of superstition and magic in its history.  Maybe what comes with the idea of superstition the people from the small town believe that they will gain something from the sacrifice, like in the recent movie “Red Riding Hood” with Amanda Syfred they sacrificed the towns best pig every full moon so the wolf wouldn’t kill someone.

Louise Mallard

Louise Mallard

*in lifes hardships we can always look for the good in things
*there's nothing better than my roomy arm chair!!!
*looking out all i see are tree tops !!! spring is near
*its good to see that we have blue skies when mine are a little more gray, soon mine will be more blue.
*Free,Free,Free
* i can see beyond this bitter moment
*these next years belong to me completely
*there will be no one that i need to live for now just live for me each day
*Free body, Free soul
*why wont everyone just leave me alone!
*when im good im good but when im bad...



spring is near i can see the tree tops
 

 

Boy

Monday through Friday wakey wakey like eggs and bakey; Saturday and Sunday don’t sleep the days away; never half ass anything, always give your all at everything you do; make sure to always fully barbeque your chicken you don’t want to get salmonella; always respect your elders; and treat others the way you want to be treated; treat girls like a princess and not like a toy you want to play with; don’t work to be that man whore that I know you are trying to be. Keep your friends close and your enemies’ closer; always chew with your mouth closed; you don’t want to look like a slob, I didn’t raise a slob; make sure you don’t hang out with the wrong crowd; always remember you are who you associate with. You’re your clothes clean and do you your laundry regularly, take a shower daily, I don’t want my son to smell like the Tacoma aroma. Be a gentleman and open doors; never belch in public;  always behave and don’t act like the man whores you are trying to be like; pick up your room and do your chores; god didn’t give you hand and feet for nothing. Don’t act like a slob and wipe your mouth when you leave the table; be the best you can and never let people influence your decisions; in the end don’t be the man whore others are telling you to be; be respectful and you will go far.

dialouge

Narrator (Peyton mutual friend):  Hallis and Nolan have been dating for a few months now and things seem to be going great especially due to their specific circumstance. You see Nolan is what we label and player and Hallis is more conservative and she is best friends with Nolan’s half-brother Logan. Nolan and Logan are not very friendly toward each other they are more of what I would label friendenimies and Logan and Hallis are arguing because Hallis just got a tattoo of Nolan’s jersey number symbolizing how she feels for Nolan.

--Hallis bend over to grab her phone that dropped—

Logan: Hallis what’s that?

Hallis: what’s what ?

Logan: that on your back.

Hallis: nothing, nothing is on my back.

Logan: Hallis I saw it. Did you get a tattoo

Hallis: (scared of Logan’s reaction) … maybe

Logan: turn around let me see it.

Hallis: ok, but Logan before you have to promise you won’t be too mad…

Logan: Oh my God Hallis what the hell.

Hallis: Logan don’t.

Logan: don’t what Hals,  I can’t believe he did this to you; it is just like him to get you branded with his jersey number. What a typical Nolan move. Couldn’t wait to rub something else in my face on how he is now moving on my best friend.                          

Hallis: no it’s not even like that Logan, Nolan doesn’t even know.

Logan: Hallis a tattoo, that permanent it’s not something that just rubs off.

Logan: This is the most stupidest thing you have ever done. It is like he is changing you to be one of all the other girls he has dated. Hallis this isn’t you

Hallis: I know but what I am feeling isn’t washable either.

Logan: what are you saying

Hallis: I’m saying that I love him.

Logan: so what if you break up what then

Hallis: then I look at this tattoo and know this is how I want to feel every day forever. I know that 20 years from now I will be able to look at this tattoo and know that this is what love feels like and that’s what matters to me.

Logan: … I just don’t want you to get hurt

Hallis : I know and I thank you but Nolan has changed, he is better and I don’t think he is the mean guy that you think he is  just give him another chance for me please

Logan : (pause)

Hallis: Logan…

Logan: ok but this is the only chance he gets.

test prep #2

onomatopoeia-

question: true or false

an otomatopeia is a word that resembles another word it looks like.

test prep

 

the word that I was focusing on was metonomy this youtube video I found really explains both metonomy and synecdoche. the voice quailty isnt the greates but if you listen closely I found it to be very helpful relating to things in my life today such as music and movies.

 

 

 

true or false when the book uses the example "I knew him in his cradle" this is a metonomy  for saying " Iknew him when he was young."



howl imitation

I saw the best people of my generation living beyond their means

Who drove the brand new cars bought by their parents

I saw the best people of my generation falling into a hole where they are drowning

In the end they earn as much as they could possibly and turn around and spend it foolishly

Driving in the fast lane where they make unnecessary Starbucks stops   

Waiting to drop and hours’ worth of pay on a luxury treat  

Pondering what could be the next major purchase on their triple gold platinum

I saw the best people of my generation conspiring what would be the next move to get ahead

Contemplating weather they can even afford their life style and if how they’re living is worth it

I saw the best people of my generation taking the newest antidepressant

Who research to find what pill can help them become their ideal body

 

Because if a celebrity can endorse the product it is the real deal

I saw the best people of my generation easing their way into their death beads

Who and what are they are trying to impress is beyond ones pondering question.

I saw the best people of my generation killing themselves on puff at a time

Who can play the game and try to double their losses

But in the end all they have left to is to run

Everything they have ever lived for is gone, in the end material was sold back and they were left begging to survive.

I saw the best people living beyond their means, and those people now have nothing to show

The happiest place on earth

Smiles from mouse ear to mouse ear;

 Characters are like longtime friends

sestina

There is nothing better than a team

Working hard at cannon beach

Running up huge mountains

Playing beach and street soccer

Working out on the sandy beach during the nights

Making a life time full of memories

 

I still have some of the best memories

I could not have asked for a better team

The hard days lead to even harder nights

Being on a huge beach

Where we would play twenty four seven soccer

Surrounded by Rock Mountains

 

The biggest challenge was running the mountains

But the mountain runs are my best memories

My coach fueled my love for soccer

Even more because he showed us how to be a team

The water workouts at the beach

Made me wish the day would turn into the nights

 

I loved being able to see all the nights

Surrounded by the most amazing mountains

Camping on the beach

We would tell old memories

Nothing could break us we were a team

Those girls became my family through soccer

 

I would have never thought that I would have to miss soccer

Then there were the nights

Where we practiced with the team

And everything came crashing down like mountains

All of my hard work was now turned into memories

The beach was just the beach

 

Nothing could take away the beach

But torn ligament took away soccer

All I had left were memories

And crying nights

Full of angry mountains

That just missed my team

 

I loved the beach and hated the nights

I would cry for soccer but dread the mountains

Although they were full of memories I climbed them with my team

rain

these drops are big gum drops.

they split and splat

for hours or  just minutes

they can damper a mood

or bring out beauitful colors

they are  free falling.

they dont like to be held back.

these rain drops are essential,

they fall where they were meant to fall

these drops are baby drops

these rain drops are big drops

i have felt the drops on my arms and on my brow

they pitter and patter

they have a purpose

and that purpose is to hydrate

to revive and revamp

rain drops are like a Sunday morning for me

in the fall in western Washington

I look out and I feel comfort

I am not mad at the rain because after rain

Comes a rainbow and a new day.

litney imitation

You are the spoon and the sugar,
the  queen and the  power.
You are the white lab coat on the specialist
and the medicine that heals.
You are the kindness in one’s heart,
and the twinkle in every eye.

However, you are not hammer and the nail,

The rain on a Sunday morning,         
or the frowns on faces.
And you are certainly not a rose with thorns.
There is just no way that you are a rose with thorns.

It is possible that you are horse in the stable,
maybe even the sun breaking through the clouds,
but you are not even close
to being a weed in the beautiful garden.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the dust on the shelf
nor a lost dog in a dark alley.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the wind roaring through the trees.

I also happen to be the stars in the sky,
the waves in the ocean
and the money in your wallet.

I am also the rain on your windshield

and the drip coffee that fills your mug.
But don't worry, I'm not the spoon and the sugar.
You are still the spoon and the sugar.
You will always be the spoon and the sugar,
not to mention the queen and--somehow--the power.

I focused this poem on my mom because she is my inspiration and although we have our ups and downs she is always there for me even if sometimes its by being a stern parent and not a friend.

introduction

sweetpea (back) squirt (front)

my sister tabi (right) and I

2012-2013 golf team

Hi My name is Trista Webb I am 18 and from Tacoma Washington. I graduated from Stadium high school, where I played varsity soccer and golf. Durring my junior and my senior year of high school I was in the running start program at Tacoma Community College. So when I graduated last june I graduated with my AA in applied sciences and my highschool diploma. Currently at LC i am on the Womens golf team and I am working toward entering into the nursing program here at LC. I love to shop, play sports, hang out with friends and family and my two jack russel terriers  sweet pea and Squirt. I also havea sister  Tabi who is 18 months younger than me. We used to be mistaken as twins and it still occassionally happes.  All in all i love to be active and have a good time and that is a little bit about me.