"They said, i was lucky. but at that time i felt i had more in common with the dead girl than i did wwith the large, beefy police officers or my stunned freshman year girlfriends."
Lucky, an exhilarating, and grusome novel written by alice sebold, tells the story of herself, a rape victim. alice speaks of how her life dirastically changedafter being brutaly raped and beaten in the park near her colage campus. Sebold expresses as a survivor, "you [either] save yourself, or remain unsaved", meaning only you have the power to heal yourself. The strength Sebold had to display so far through out the novel is the the main theme. The fact that alice is anle to write of her personal life in such detail shows the strength she must have had to overcome her experience. Alice tells in her actions writtenthat she beleives is you truely want to heal you will have the strength to do so. This novel has shown me as a reader that strength is within you, and only you can decide your fate.
Tuesday, 4 June 2013
Friday, 17 May 2013
English 12
Who am I?
            I am organized yet scattered. I am smart though my grades don’t reflect it. I am interesting yet boring. I am all of these things at the same time. It is hard to describe myself as having one personality or trait. I organize my life in a planner but somehow always seem scattered. I leave things to the last minute like your typical teenager. I take on too many things at once and try my best not to fail. I yell at my mother and I come home after curfew. I tell secrets and keep them. I do things my parents wouldn’t be proud of if they knew. I curse at times. I call in sick when really I am hung over. I listen to music my mother may not approve of. My love for my family is endless though at times I say I hate them. My sister is my best friend. I confide in her and she knows all my deepest secrets. My brother is my protector. He will defend me always. My father is my guardian. He watches over me from a far. My mother is my savior and teacher. She holds me when I cry and teaches me right from wrong. I cry into my pillow and I slam my door when I don’t get what I want. I dream of the future and reflect on my past. I make mistakes and learn from them. The most important thing in my life is me.
I am your average American teenager.
Thursday, 2 May 2013
Silent reading book review
The novel “Go ask Alice Alice Alice Alice 
Friday, 15 March 2013
Healing Hands
If it were realistic to obtain any super power I would choose the ability to heal.  I would use this on myself and my friends and family.  I could heal people with cancer and even travel to developing nations to cure people suffering from world hunger.  I would be able to heal suffering animals and make people with disabilities healthy.  Allowing them the chance to live a full and happy healthy life.  I believe everyone deserves a chance in life and if you arent completely healthy you dont have the same oportunity to be you.  I would be a world renound hero and be idolized by all.  I would receive great joy in life having the ability to help others in such a segnificant way.  I could have saved people I love before they passed and get to have that time with them to really express how much I do care without the tragety of them passing.  If I was to have this super power I would use it for all good and make any type of positive impact on this corrupted world I could.
Thursday, 28 February 2013
pinata party
my world is dark inside a pinata. there isnt much excitement in the life of a pinata. i am made and shipped to a store. i sit on the shelf until one day i am bought. i get brought home just to sit in patients for my death to arive. i am then stuffed with all you can imagine. candy, chocolate toys and much much more. once i am filled to the top with sweets i get hung from a tree like a ragdoll to swing. then i hear the counting. swing and a miss. im still in one peice. i get smashed with a bat time after time. each hit damaging my carboard body more and more. until that one last swing that bursts me open and i am left there in peices scatterd on the ground to be faught over. after all my insides have dissappeared off the grass and dirt my remains will be cleaned up. put in a bag and left to be picked up by the large smelly truck. i am dumped off in the landfill to rot. and that is my life in a story.
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