Graduation Speech Second Draft

Now I don't know about you, but I am a little nervous, yeah, who could be nervous speaking in front of a crowd of people. That is not the only reason I am nervous; I am graduating, moving on with my life, I won't see many of you for a while and that, that makes me a little nervous. Sitting in these seats is very nerve-racking, it seems like yesterday we were all in Mrs. Valerie's class learning: 'when in doubt, right click', or in Mrs. Raker’s class learning about the zombie geese.

As a class, we have been through a lot; teachers have been leaving the school left and right, (I think they might not like us that much) and some of our fellow students that we spent the past years growing up with, have left for other schools. After today we are going to be symbolic adults going into what is called the “real world”. This can be difficult for some students, but if we can become the leaders of our school, I know that we can make it in the “real world” as well. We just need to remember that enough is enough and a pinch can sometimes turn into a jungle, we are not always right, sometimes we are wrong, and we have to know when to admit defeat. We need to look on the bright side, don’t go to the dark side, they lied about having cookies.

 Looking back on the years the only thing many students remember from freshman year is 'when in doubt, right click', but has anyone ever stopped to ask the question: what happens when you 'right click'? On a computer a drop down menu appears with options to choose from , all of these options being useful in some way or another, whether it be to get a picture, or to help you get the page to work properly, but how does one exactly ‘right click’ in a setting other than a technical one? That can be answered by many students here; we have all ‘right clicked’ even though we might not know it. We take pictures, we share events, we try to fix some situations; we have all ‘right clicked’ many times.  Seniors, as a class, we need to know how to right click, to save that moment in our mind, and how to right click to understand what we did wrong. We need to right click, to save that moment with our friends, to help us understand the problems that we are facing, and most importantly to get us to where we need to be.

Theme analysis

“’I'd like you to play a game of Scrabble with me,’ he says.

I hold myself absolutely rigid. I keep my face unmoving. So that's what's in the forbidden room! Scrabble! I want to laugh, shriek with laughter, fall off my chair. This was once the game of old women, old men, in the summers or in retirement villas, to be played when there was nothing good on television. Or of adolescents, once, long long ago. My mother had a set, kept at the back of the hall cupboard, with the Christmas tree decorations in their cardboard boxes. Once she tried to interest me in it, when I was thirteen and miserable and at loose ends.

Now of course it's something different. Now it's forbidden, for us. Now it's dangerous. Now it's indecent. Now it's something he can't do with his Wife. Now it's desirable. Now he's compromised himself. It's as if he's offered me drugs.

‘All right,’ I say, as if indifferent. I can in fact hardly speak.”

 Magaret Atwood uses a modern everyday tool, and makes it extraordinary in chapter 23 of a Handmaid’s tale. She creates a sense of danger in playing a game of “old women, old men, in the summers or in retirement villas.” This makes the reader understand the society that they live in more, as well as help them realize what the society has done to their humanity. It has forced them to play these games in the dark of night, so that no one will know. She uses a simile in comparing scrabble to illegal drugs that help the reader understand the danger associated with the game. Atwood also uses an anecdote of the main character to help the mood soften saying that it was a normal occurrence before this strange, and drastic change.

Well isn't that nice

As I continue reading I did a tone analysis of a passage out of the fifth and sixth parts.

“I pull her to the ground and roll on top of her to cover her, shield her. Quiet, I say again, my face is wet, sweat or tears, I feel calm and floating, as if I'm no longer in my body; close to my eyes there's a leaf, red, turned early, I can see every bright vein. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I ease off, I don't want to smother her, instead I curl myself around her, keeping my hand over her mouth. There's breath and the knocking of my heart, like pounding, at the door of a house at night, where you thought you would be safe. It's all right, I'm here, I say, whisper, Please be quiet, but how can she? She's too young, it's too late, we come apart, my arms are held, and the edges go dark and nothing is left but a little window, a very little window, like the wrong end of a telescope, like the window on a Christmas card, an old one, night and ice outside, and within a candle, a shining tree, a family, I can hear the bells even, sleigh bells, from the radio, old music, but through this window I can see, small but very clear, I can see her, going away from me, through the trees which are already turning, red and yellow, holding out her arms to me, being carried away.”

-          Chapter 13

Atwood’s use of tone in this paragraph makes the reader feel for the characters, as well as start to question this society that the characters are living in. In this passage a feeling of protection and comfort soon change to fear and dislocation. They family is being torn apart, and there is nothing they can do to stop it from happening. This passage is important to the whole of the book because it gives Offred characteristics to show that she is not just there to be there, she was at first forced into this life.

Continuing The Handmaid's Tale

As I continue to read The Handmaid's Tale I have some questions about the third and fourth parts of the book:
1. What is the purpose of the phrase “Under his eye” used in chapter 8 in The Handmaid’s Tale?
“’Under is eye’ she says. ‘Under his eye,’ I reply, and she gives a little nod.
To me the eye is the all knowing big brother, the quintessential being in the characters lives. This being decides the rules, and punishes those who do not obey.
2. How do the flashbacks throughout part four help aid readers in understanding Atwood’s tone?
“One day, when she was eleven months old, just before she began to walk, a woman stole her out of a supermarket cart.”
Atwood uses these flashbacks to show readers just how different then and now are. When talking about running away from the police just trying to become a family. These flashbacks help develop a tone of possession with the possession of people, and the need for possession of novelty or ordinary items.
3. What was the use of Moira in developing theme?
“Moira, sitting on the edge of my bed, legs crossed, ankle on the knee, in her purple overalls, one dangly earing, the gold fingernail she wore to be eccentric…”
Moira is the "bad best friend", she is the one who would get in trouble just to get in trouble, and then get you in trouble as well. She is the fun character. She adds to the theme by showing readers how strict the society really is.

Starting The Handmaid's Tale

Starting out The Handmaid's Tale is interesting, and I have done a character analysis of the first two parts of the book:
In The Handmaid’s Tale Offred is a flat character because she is portrayed as a character that only does what she is told to do. She is a very obedient character that is narrating the story. She can be seen as an flat character when she talks to the Commander’s wife, as well as when her and Ofglen are shopping. Ofglen and Offred are partners, and they do not know much about each other, but they know the routine. The  quotes “I know better than to say yes,” “I walked to the corner and wait. I used to be bad at waiting,” and “Yes, Ma’am,” all show her obedient personality as she progresses through the first parts of the novel. Offred is shown as the protagonist in the story, though she is only seen as a possession to many people in her life. Her name Of-Fred show that they see her this way. This makes her an even more vital character to the story to see how she deals with how she is treated throughout the story. She can be seen as sympathetic when she has flashbacks to a simpler time. These show that she is still human, as well as develop her character even further by revealing facts about her past. She was married to a man named Luke, and the had a child together. This story is very interesting, as I continue reading the book I will try to write more about it on the blog.

My poem

Looking up a poem that represents me is quite difficult, but when you find the right poem, you know. I was looking around my room the other night to see what represents me. I looked for awhile and then decided to start reading, hoping it would get me thinking creatively, so I could find out what represented me. That is when I realized that books, far away places, lost kingdoms, hidden relics, and ancient civilizations represented me. I didn't know hoe to search the web for a poem like that so I searched until I found one. That poem is "and yet the books" by Czesław Miłosz. I first read it and I didn't like it at first, but as I continued to read it I liked it more and more.

And Yet the Books 

And yet the books will be there on the shelves, separate beings,

That appeared once, still wet

As shining chestnuts under a tree in autumn,

And, touched, coddled, began to live

In spite of fires on the horizon, castles blown up,

Tribes on the march, planets in motion.

“We are,” they said, even as their pages

Were being torn out, or a buzzing flame

Licked away their letters. So much more durable

Than we are, whose frail warmth

Cools down with memory, disperses, perishes.

I imagine the earth when I am no more:

Nothing happens, no loss, it's still a strange pageant,

Women's dresses, dewy lilacs, a song in the valley.

Yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born,

Derived from people, but also from radiance, heights.

Czeslaw Milosz 

Graduation Speech

      Hello, now I don't know about you, but I am a little nervous, yeah, who could be nervous speaking in front of a crowd of people. That is not the only reason I am nervous, I am graduating, moving on with my life, I won't see many of my classmates for a while and that, that makes me a little nervous, sitting in these seats is very nerve-racking, it seems like yesterday we were all in Mrs. Valerie's class learning: 'when in doubt right click', or in Mrs. Raker’s class learning about the zombie geese. For many students the one piece of advice they do remember from freshman year is 'when in doubt right click'. What exactly happens when one 'right clicks'? Well a drop down menu appears with options to choose from such as copy, paste, bookmark, back, etc. all of these options are useful in some way, whether it is to get a picture or to help get unstuck. We have been through a lot as a class, teachers have been leaving left and right, (I think they might not like us that much) and some of our fellow students that we spent the years growing up with left for other schools. After today we are going to be symbolic adults going into what is called the “real world”, this can be difficult for some students, but if we can become the leaders of our school I know that we can make it. We just need to remember that enough is enough and a pinch can sometimes turn into a jungle, we are not always right we are wrong, and we have to know when to admit it. We need to look on the bright side, don’t go to the dark side the lied about the cookies. Seniors we need to know how to right click, to save that moment in our mind, and how to right click to understand what we did wrong, we need to right click.

The sloth in Harlem

The poem the sloth I thought was a great poem. I liked its rhyming scheme, and its structure, although I do not understand all of the poems figurative meanings, this poem is an awesome poem. As I read this poem images of sloths in there natural habitat came to mind, and then I thought of the sin sloth. This poem made me think about it. I was stuck rereading and rereading it to try to figure it out. I don't know this poem is one of my favorite poems that we have read this year. Other poems have either confused me or I just wanted them to be over. Although Harlem was a pretty good poem, with an awe inspiring figurative meaning showing what life was like in the early twentieth century when discrimination was still a big deal. These are the two poems that I really like Harlem, and the sloth, they both seem to be something, and everytime you read the poem it has a different mean, which gives each of the poems more power. This year the poems have not been as bad as before, but still the sloth and Harlem are the two poems that I really liked.

New Year Buzz

The new year brings new changes... Now that is one cliche that I hear all of the time. I do not look forward to this new year because it does bring too many new changes. I will be leaving high school soon, then I need a job, college is also coming up, and then there are scholarships. I just hope that this new year also has some changes that do not stress me out. Possibly straight A's or passing some AP exams, yeah that would be nice. Getting a job will not be too bad, but it will consume time that could be spent doing other activities for school, or leisure. College will be fun, I already got accepted so I know where I am going, I just need to fork over the cash. That is what is stressing me out the most though, the cash. I will probably be getting a job in the next quarter, so that will help get me prepared for college. I also hope that some of the scholarships I apply/applied for work out. This semester is going to be insane, but I believe that there is a way to get through it, and that is organization. I usually just want everything done at once with out doing the work, but then I end up feeling guilty and do the assignment anyways. Organization of my time and my school stuff will help me get through this new year, and hopefully onto the next.  I also need to read and write more. Let's just stick with finding a job for right now.

Finals...

Finals are coming up and I am only freaking out about a few of them. As of right now I only have one grade that is not an A that is AP US Government. I reallyike this class because of the rigor involved, and by not getting an A and still learning more than I really ever have in a history class is ok. The only downside right now is that I have a C it is a 79.71, but the good news is that I did some extra credit and I completed a test that I missed. This should boost my grade up. Sometimes I get made at teachers for not putting in my grades, because the. I don't know if I should worry about them or not. Also side note for teachers: if you give an assignment at the beginning of the semester and you still haven't graded it, just grade it already, or better yet give everyone an A for your long term grading. Especially if you have graded everything else except that. Ok now back to the subject of finals. I hate it when you are on the cusp of A-B and you just have to hope you don't get a bad grade on the final. It's those classes that make finals fun... Then you have those classes that you could get a 50% and still have an A, those classes are the best classes. Finals are just a hill of a sorrows that take a while to get over, but once you're over them it is freedom!

The Armory, and a Few Other Messes Part 12

4.    The Armory, and a Few Other Messes

The armory looked just as I had imagined. It was a largish brown building with a hut styled roof. Armor and weaponry were strung across the front of the armory, as well as the inside. As Garnids, Nora, and I walked up towards a building which looked like it was equipped with many weaponry, a strange feeling that told me that we should have left by now. It just felt like the Knotr were just stalling the inevitable. The grass of the Knotrs floating planet was a bluish color. It was strange to see this new type of style, but then I thought to myself “You are in another world, what do you expect?”

While we were walking though, I did notice a peculiar staff that was wrapped with writings that looked like it was from some ancient language. It also had a stone at the top of it. The stone was undistinguishable because of the fact that it was changing colors, from yellow to green, then to blue, red, white, and orange. I walked up to the staff and as I started to pick it up, it flashed into a sword, then a dagger, then a bow, and finally back to the staff.

“Whoa! What is this?” I said.

“Why that is the staff of changing, but we just call it Florence,” Garnids interjected.

“Why is it named Florence?”

 “Because 200 years ago during the last war my ancestors had sacrificed a Knotr named Florence to create a weapon that would help set us free from the Unkind, that weapon is this.”

      Looking at the staff I knew that is was the one for me, it felt right in my hand as if it called to me wanting to aid in my adventure. After staring at the changing weapon I said, “Umm if you don’t mind I think I will just use Florence from now on.”

Garnids looked at me with disbelief and said, “Well that is a very powerful KNOTR weapon and I do not think that you should be using it.”

“I agree with Garnids on this one Jeremy, I just believe that since you only have a little combat experience you should get used to a regular staff first before trying to master great weapons, especially ones that are of great importance to this Knotr tribe.” Nora said.

“Ok I guess you’re right, now where do we get some armor, this is an armory after all isn’t it?” I muttered.

Garnids took Nora and I through the armory and showed us all different types of leather, chainmail, lizardscale, and other bizarre armor types. While we were walking Nora decide to go with wingscale (don’t ask me that is just what they are called) armor. I had decided to mix and match different items, so I ended up with an iron breastplate, lizardscale boots, leather grieves, and a chainmail cap. I looked very outlandish at the least, but I felt comfortable in it. After choosing our armor they decided to go see weapons.

As they discussed what wand like dagger that Nora should use I snuck out and decided to show them that I could use Florence without any training at all. It was going well, I went to the training area right around the corner of the armory. As I stepped into the arena Florence transformed into a sword, it felt balanced and I swung at the training dummy with ease. Then the most peculiar thing happened, the dummy caught fire. It was frightening and amazing. I just wanted to go and find Garnids and tell him my wrongs, but that wasn't what was going to happen, but instead freaking out at the situation I decided to go and find water to put out the flames. This gave me a chance to get it done without anyone else’s knowledge.

Creating the monster... Again

Frankenstein is starting to get interesting, with some deaths in the beginning, and Victor feeling bad about his creation, I did not think that I would like it. When Victor found the monster, now that is when it got interesting. The monster's story was very exciting, and weird. It was very weird that he decided to press up against a hole in the wall, but it is understandable because of his state. After starting to learn the new language the monster became engaged in his "family". This is where it gt exciting. After revealing himself to the family he was forced away by them. Then he ran into the woods, and after some hardships found his way into a part of the forest where he found William Frankenstein. This was another weird part because after learning that William was a Frankenstein he strangled him. This is revealed from the earlier section of the book. This is when the creature then has a proposition to Frankenstein. This proposition is that Frankenstein is to create a wife for the creature. After saying yes to this proposition Frankenstein goes to start the body. He is first accompanied by Clerval to London. They split paths and Victor ends up on a small island where he is creating the monster. He then destroys the new creation when the monster is looking, and then long story short the monster kills Clerval. Mary Shelly has created a piece of literature that has twists around every corner. She uses numerous literary devices to create her themes which the readers then sees as an amazing story. When Victor destroyed the other monster I thought that the creature was going to dismantle him on the spot. Mary Shelly creates a bond with the reader and the creature, which makes the book greater in power.

Creating the monster

Frankenstein is starting to get interesting vein that the monster was just made. What interested me about the monster was that Victor sees him as a beast, but as he first described the monster he said it had white teeth and beautiful hair. Also about the monster it rather confused me when he ran away, but I understand why he did. If some monster was watching over me as I slept I would have ran away as well, and I think I would have paced just like Victor because I would not be going back to sleep after having a traumatic incident. If this had happened to me I probably would have had a heart attack though from sheer terror. Then to find your friend and get a letter from home is just adding to the weirdness. The letter was from Victor's cousin Elizabeth, it described a girl named Justine, and how she got away from her mother an is now living with the Frankenstein's. Then after Clerval showed Victor that letter Victor's father sent another letter telling him about the death of his brother William. This made Victor want to go back home more than he already felt. When he did go home he went to go look at William's body, and when he did he saw his monster and decided it was he who killed him. I ind that unfair to the monster because he did nothing to deserve being accused of the murder. It could have been him though, but just making assumptions is what led to Justine's execution. I feel bad for the monster, but also I feel bad for Victor. The monster was created, and just probably doesn't even know what he is doing, and Victor is just terrified because he has no idea what he has created. Shelly has so far amazed me, I hope she keeps it up.

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     After the feast I went into a little house marked “Jeremy” and found Nora sitting on the bed packing a bag full of clothes that I had never seen before, but I figured the Knotr may have just made some clothes for me. As I entered she noticed me.

    “Hey Jeremy, I was just packing up a few things for when we begin our journey to Fulmar’s lair,” she said to me.

    “Oh, when should we embark?”

    “I was thinking right after Garnids comes back from the feast. He looks up to you as our savior.”

    “I figured that. There was a plate for me marked ‘To our savior Jeremy.’”

    “Yeah, I don’t want us to mess this mission up because I think of him as a brother and do not want to disappoint him.” Nora’s tone suddenly got a lot more serious.

    “I believe that we can do this, I just have one question. There was this guy named Jaramy, and I ate his food because I thought that they just didn’t know how to spell my name. Then he saw me eating his food and exploded. Do you know why that happened?”

    “You are the one with the book aren’t you?”

    The book!

There it was in plain words:

The Knotr are very strange creatures. They are kind of like walking kamikaze’s because whenever they get really emotional they tend to explode, but don’t worry they always form back to their original selves, basically the are just compressed forms of energy. It just takes a while for their energy to find and put all of the pieces back together.

    “Ok that is interesting, it says when they get really emotional they will explode, but don’t worry they will form back eventually.”

    “Yeah Jaramy explodes way more than all of the other Knotrs, sometimes I feel sorry for him; I guess after he forms back together he gets more emotional, and it is a vicious cycle until someone can calm him down.” Nora said.

    As Nora said this Garnids came into the room and just sat down at a table. He was staring at us and I think he was waiting for one of us to speak up and realize that he was there. We both knew he was in the room, and then it got silent. It was one of those silences that you dread; the really awkward ones when you don’t know if you are going to talk first or someone else is, and then when you start to speak another person speaks with you. Which makes it that much more awkward and uncomfortable.

    “Okay, Garnids what is there to report,” I said finally.

    “Ok, we’ve seemed to have located some Unkind scouts wandering around down there on the ground. We have sent out some of our scouts to see what they are equipped with. They seem to have some kind of flaming sword. If your journey is interrupted by these creatures you will need to be properly equipped.” He said.

    “Ok what will you have us bring?” I said.

    “Follow me,” Garnids said.

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       “We are getting to that part, but first you need to know the back story of what you are looking for. It is called the Book of Fulmar. We need it to better understand some things about our world and about the direnight so we can find one to gaze into our shaman’s eyes. With the war going on we need the book so that our shaman is able to release some of her stress on her brain. You see shaman put pressure on their brains because they’re blind. Their brains swell because they need to use their other senses to see so they can use their brain to transmit waves around the room. It is kind of like the echolocation that bats use. Anyways once a year the shaman of every tribe get together and reveal their eyes so that the stress on their brain goes away. With the war on no shaman can make it out here because we are the farthest from any of the other villages.”  Nora said.

      “Okay, so why do you need me?”

      “We need you to get the book and bring it back here, we chose you because only newcomers can enter and exit Fulmars lair, and you are a newcomer here. We will send our guardian with you because the war hasn’t reached us mainly because only other shaman know that we are out here.” Garnids said.

      “Okay, wait your guardian can’t go into the lair with me.”

      “Yes she can because a new comer can be accompanied with two people. It is a stupid rule but Fulmar has guards searching for you and they usually go in groups of three. Besides even if that couldn’t happen his lair is in his kingdom so our guardian can help you to get to the lair and then fend off monsters outside, they just can’t go in the room with you. He has cast spells on it to prevent anyone who has been here more than a year to go in there. He thought it would work because no one really ventures here, but he did not think of you. You need to get to his lair to get the book. His lair is just like a throne room.” Vanessa said in her scraggily voice.

      “Okay I’m starting to get it now,” I said, “what I still do not understand is how the heck I am supposed  to get to Fulmar’s lair when I don’t even know where I am!”

      “It is difficult to explain, but we are on a floating island just above the Gardor River. There is a bridge leading down to the main land, but then you would have to find your own way to the lair because no one knows where it is,” said Garnids.

Wait Fulmar’s lair I remember seeing that somewhere. OH WAIT! It is in the book.

      “I think I might have a way of finding where he is hiding his lair, but if we have to leave soon then lets sleep and eat first because I am HUNGRY!” I said in excitement aloud to everyone in the room.

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      After a while everyone got together and then we had a FEAST, there was food everywhere I looked. I didn’t know what most of the things were, but as I walked down the row of chairs I could make out a pile of cheeseburgers labeled “JARAMY.” I figured they didn’t know how to spell my name and this was for me. Just to be sure I confirmed it with an odd couple sitting next to me that started laughing right after they told me and I quote “Yes that be’ist your food not someone else’s!” I decided I was hungry and I didn’t care if it was mine or not, so I dug in. After I finished about half of them a big Knotr about twice the size of any other Knotr there walked straight up to me with a face of what looked like disgust (it might have been just his normal face though) and let out a deep belch. UGGHH it was horrible just imagine a blender was filled with sardines, bratwurst, and molasses. Plus to top it all of it was very warm afterwards I was thankful I didn’t burn.

      That is when he spoke, “Hey you been eating Jaramy’s food, he only eats these fluffer patties.”

      “Oh sorry I thought it was mine, Jaramy is close to Jeremy you see.” I said.

      Just then the fat Knotr exploded into chunks of Knotr. Even if I didn’t want to throw up before now I wanted to even more. It was the worst thing that I had ever seen. Then I looked to my right and saw a plate of pizza that said: “To our savior Jeremy.” I was overwhelmed with what had just happened that I just kept eating Jaramy’s “fluffer patties.”

      I never want to go through that experience ever again.

How much for a locke?

In English we had to read the rape of the locke. It is basically about a baron who wants to get this girl's hair. There are also these 'syphs' who try and protect the girl from getting her hair cut. Long story short the baron gets a lock of her hair, and she believes that it is rape. In the process the syphs protect her from this, and then one of them is cut in half by the scissors that are used to cut her hair. It is a funny serious type piece. It uses satire a bunch to demonstrate its point to its reader. It is similar in its ways to Jonathon Swift's "A modest proposal', or the baby eating theory as I like to call it. They both play on the satire of humanity to create a funny serious point. Also in this story the girl asks the baron if she could get the hair that he cut off back. As anyone who really wants something would say, he declined this offer and continued on with the lock of hair. She was saddened by this. This is a comical story. Also in class we had to read an excerpt from "Paradise lost" I found this story very interesting. It was religious and it had many parts about it that were very interesting. In some forms of literature you see Beelzebub as Satan, and in this story Beelzebub talked to Satan. I found that interesting, as well as many of the other choices throughout the story, such as Satan being a cherub.

To be or not to be

Hamlet is coming to a close, and soon we are going to start reading Frankenstein which I am very excited for because it is more imaginative with a bigger meaning behind it. I was told by one of my teachers that the original Frankenstein is exactly like Edward scissor hands. This made me think I back to when I had watched that movie. My teacher then continued to say that both were just about people who were misunderstood by everyone, and thought to be a threat to society.  This is interesting to think about because that is no what I was taught that Frankenstein was about. I was always told that an evil scientist created a monster out of many different people to raid villages. Then the monster was killed with fire by an angry mob. I find it interesting that this is not how the original is portrayed. I always seem to find the original pieces of work better because it gives the reader a chance to actually see what the author wanted their work to be portrayed as. I enjoy reading old fairy tales to actually see what they were about, even though some of them are extremely gory. This is hopefully going to be the case with Frankenstein. I am excited to move from something where someone had "to be," onto something where someone was chosen from  "the not to be's."  The transition we are making into reading Frankenstein is also a refresher in my biblical knowledge which is always a joy.

The end, for everyone! (well except Horatio)

      The end of "Hamlet" was different than most Shakespearean plays, and it was interesting. The way that everyone just started dropping like flies was funny. Then at the end I felt bad for Horatio because he was the only one living when Fortinbras came in. That would be the most awkward situation anyone has ever experienced. Everyone was just lying on the floor dead, and then the king of another country just walks in the door after your best friend died, and said to live to tell their story. I would have probably just ran away and decided to never come back. In Act 5 Scene 2 all of the death occurred. You figure out that Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are most likely dead by the hand of paranoid Hamlet, and then begins the duel. I just found the way that Gertrude died to be hilarious because okay lets drink something that your husband tells you not to drink. Where was some common sense as to: "My husband/brother has been trying to kill my son/nephew all year, lets drink something that Claudius is trying to make only Hamlet drink." Yeah she was ignorant. Also Hamlet, we know you hated Claudius, but I don't think that he will be coming back after you stab him. I just felt that force feeding him poison after he was already bleeding to death was a little much. I also don't get how Laertes and Hamlet swords got switched, they were in each of their hands for crying out loud. If I was going to kill someone with a poison dipped sword, I would be extremely careful as to where it is, but hey that is only my opinion.

The Chapter you Want to Read Part 9

3.    The Chapter You Want to Read

     There I was standing with the Knotrs, and standing in front of me was the last person I wanted to see. It was the girl who took everything from me, my friends, family and most importantly my life in the normal world. She had taken me from my home and dragged me down here. Her eyes showed me that it was her.

I spoke at last “What are you doing here!? I thought you were gone. Wait… don’t you work for Fulmar! You’re a she-devil, aren't you? Yes you are I saw you transform! Wait no that was someone that looked like you? Will you explain yourself please?”

      Vanessa spoke first “This is Nora our tribe guardian she heard that you had been drug down here and I sent her off to find you. She tried to infiltrate the she-devils and I guess it didn't work out because she came running out of the house and alerted our guards to try to find you. When you came running out of the house we were relieved but then you fainted. We figured that you knew where you were and would come with us, but instead you fainted.”

      “So Nora is good, then why does she look like a she devil?”

      “I am a shape shifter but my true form is the mortal version of a she-devil. It was the curse put on me when I became a shape shifter.” Nora spoke.

      “Ok then how did you become a…” I tried to speak when I was interrupted by Garnids.

      “That is enough questions for right now. Now let’s go into the next room to discuss why we had brought you down here.”

As we walked into the next room I was blown away by what I saw. There was a big black cauldron in the middle of the room, ingredients filled shelves all around the room, and a big wooden stick was sticking out of the cauldron, probably a stirring stick. Off to the right of the room was a single door with nothing else on the wall and all of the bricks were darker than the rest.

      “Now it is time to tell you why we brought you here Jeremy,” Nora said.

      “Why you brought me here, so you were the one who took my parents and killed them!”

      “No Jeremy, a she-devil brought your parents down here to the outerwide and killed them in front of you that much is true, but then we knew that we had to get you out of there and in our village so that we can start you on your quest just like is says we should in the prophecy.” Garnids spoke that time.

      “So what you’re telling me is that I need to go on a quest?” I asked.

      “Yes, now you are getting it.” Vanessa congratulated.

      “A quest for what?”

Fat trolls part 8

Part 8:

      “Well hello there you must be Jeremy, I’m Vacnushta or in your language Vanessa,” said the old weird, strange voice, then all of a sudden a Knotr appeared, but it didn't look like a regular Knotr, it looked like a dried up little raisin with 50 chins, and no eyes, just two large holes in its head.

      “Why do you not have eyes, and where is the guardian?” I asked.

      “Oh Natalia is in my workshop looking in the fountain. It is said the fountain can be used to see someone’s struggles. You may be wondering why it is that I don’t have eyes, well you see I am the shaman of this tribe and as a duty of being shaman I have to gain the eyes of wisdom which I have, it is just that they are only visible to other shaman,” she said then I think she tried to glare at me.

      “Okay that makes perfect sense.” I said in a sarcastic tone. Then I opened the book to see if she was correct and there it was right in front of me:

 …The Knotr shamans are very unusual creatures because of the fact that you cannot see their eyes, but they do in fact have eyes though unable to see by anyone except other Knotr shaman. If they do ever reveal their eyes to anyone other than shaman or the direnight than that thing will perish instantly and turn into a nut…

      There it was. She really was telling the truth. I do wonder what a direnight is though, as I put the book away the shaman spoke again.

      “You have the book?”

      “This? Umm yeah I do, but what does it matter there was tons of these books just lying around in this old cabin”

      “That is because that cabin was in Fulmars domain. That book has been banned ever since the start of Fulmar’s reign.”

      “Oh that makes sense a she-devil did want this book, and it seemed very important.”

      “You battled a she-devil?” Asked the chief.

      “No I battled a skeleton minion, which I think was controlled by the she-devil, and I barely escaped.”

      “You’re lucky you did escape, she-devils are truly violent.” Said a new voice coming from where Vanessa had just came from.

      I knew that voice, where had I heard it before. I now was going through all of the voices I had ever remembered in my head to see if I could place it. Then out of the shadows came someone I knew, someone I had feared, and someone who I had fled.