Group Essay

Mariah and Deisha,
My topic was the different levels of dishonesty in the play The Importance of Being Earnest. My part was on the lie about how the baby was lied about. My first quote was from Lady Bracnel asking Mrs. Prism where the baby was. I talked about how Mrs. Prism had not come forward about the true placement of the child. My next concrete detail was from Jack questioning Mrs. Prism about the bag he was in as a baby. I went on to say how the bag was where the lie had started and that the person who had taken it didn't know about the lie. (i am not sure if this is a good connection. tell me if you have a better idea for it) My last quote was Jack asking Lady Bracnel about his real name. I talked about how he found out that he was not lying at all. I thought this would tie into Mariahs topic better and make it flow better.

I'm not quite sure how i should write my topic sentence until i see both of your blogs.

The Importance of Being Ernest/Victorian Research

Researching the Victorian era improved my understanding of "The Importance of Being Ernest". I found out the roles of men and women were largely different. When the men were expected to work and provide for their families the women had to stay home and raise the children so that they can marry into a higher social class. Jack (Ernest) and his ward Cecily are a good example of this. Jack goes to the city and Cecily had to stay in the country and learn things like German.

A second connection between the book and the Victorian are was the difference in social classes. This is shown in the book at how Algernon treats his man servant. He has him bring everything to him and take luggage aground. Lane also takes the blame for not having cucumber sandwiches when Algernon ate all of them. He is a lower class then Algernon and when they talk about marriage Lane's life story was pushed aside and deemed as too boring for Algernon to listen too.

Life Lessons

When i was in elementary school my sister and i were having problems with one girl who lived in our neighborhood. We didn't get along well and she would say things that would bug us. when we told one of my friends parents about that days confrontation with her she gave me some great advise. She said "Don't let it get to you. Be like a duck and let it roll off your back like water." at first i didn't understand but as i thought about it more it made sense. if i didn't let her words hurt me i would be a lot better off. I would never come home again mad because of the things that girl said to me.

That small bit of advise taught me for the future to take the high road. If its with my sister or a neighbor i can let the hurtful things people say go. I don't have to hold onto them and because of my friends mom, Leah, i have taken the advise with me. Through two elementary school, two middle schools and now a high school i can always look back on that slightly odd advise to be like a duck and put it into effect.

My Best Friend

My best friend has an ever changing appearance. When i first met her, she had long, dark brown hair, that contrasted with her pale white skin and went past her shoulders but is now short and slowly going closer and closer to blond. She used to always have some sort of black on, from her jacket to the rings on her fingers, something would be black, but just like the hair, the color choices get lighter and lighter. When you see her come into a room you immediately notice her wonderful smile that brightens up your day. She will break out in song and dance with no warning what so ever but it is a welcome event in my daily life. Even though she is shorter then some other people but you hardly notice when you start to talk to her.

She doesn't just go with what everyone else says. When something needs change she is one of the first people to do something about it. No matter what happens she is out to do the right thing and stands by her beliefs. She constantly brings change, new views, and adventure into my life. She can pick me up no matter what when I'm feeling down and i know i will never have to face a difficult experience alone and i always have someone i can go to no matter what time of day or night. The best word that would describe her would be extrovert because she loves being with people.

Early Memorys

After moving, having a birthday, and getting new school supplies for the upcoming days of Kindergarten, it was time for me to make friends in my new neighbourhood in Vancouver. I was sitting on the couch watching some afternoon cartoons when my mother comes back in from the balcony and informs me of a nice young boy riding his bike outside around the park. I would not let this chance to make friends and ride my new bike go to waste. I quickly ran down stairs, into the garage and strapped on my helmet. I sped out past the cars parked in my driveway and down the street to meet a new friend. It was not long before I caught up to him and introduced myself. When I heard his name the first thing that popped into my head was, 'Its Stuart Little!', as a young six-year-old that was immediately announced. I was then corrected by him that, no in fact, it is NOT Stuart Little, just Stuart. Stuart Jackson if you wanted to know his last name. I noted this and replied telling him that my last name was Burley and i had my birthday not too long ago making me six and no longer five. (I could tell he was amazing with how old i was.)

For the next few days before the wonders of school began we rode our bikes around the park and played on the playground that happen to be in front of his house too. The day that school started i walked to the bus stop with my mother and was astonished to see non other then my new friend Stuart standing and waiting for the bus with HIS mother. My day just got better then i had thought possible. that is until i found out we were in the exact same kindergarten class and got to play all day together with the blocks, paints, and crayons at school. Now i would like to thank my mother for interrupting me in the middle of afternoon cartoons to tell me about the mystery bike rider.

A Farewell To Arms: imagery

The author used imagery so heavily in the book to show what was going on when the characters point of view was slightly detached from the things going on around him. He was alone a lot of the time and everything was in Frederico's point of view so the added imagery compensated for the lack of action. It gave more detail and focus when the narrator wasn't the most elaborate about his feelings towards what was going on in the war.
Also the war is very graphic and needs more imagery then most other genres to show the great depth of each and every important event going on. From the very beginning the scenery and people around Frederico had imagery and description packed into every paragraph and sentence making it impossible not to think of it as the main literary element.