Showing posts with label Jason West. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jason West. Show all posts
Sunday, October 25, 2009
No Censors
I can see where people would get mad, its a book on witch craft, and it goes outside the norm of what people want in their everyday life. Yet, you must think, what about the people who like their imagination, why do they have to be quiet. Censorship is illegal, and our constitution says we have the freedom of speech. Harry Potter is a form of speech that should not be interpreted as a mind washing tactic. The article even says it feels HP was written in fun and not for devilish purposes. people just want to find an outlet to blame on why their kids think differently. I would definitely use it in my classroom, sure some parents would be mad, but it explores a new type of writing, it shows a new form of lifestyle that many kids only get to dream about.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Bio Poem
Elijah
Canadian, Inventor, Free, Educated
Son of George McCoy
Lover of Ann Elizabeth Stewart, and Mary Eleanora Delaney
Feeling Dedicated, Efficient, Creative
Finding his happiness in sharing his inventions with children
Yet needing a chance to show his inventions are the real deal
Giving full devotion to his work
Fears that he may never see his inventions work, that his ideas will be stolen, that he wont be a role model to the kids he tells to stay in school
He would like to see all his inventions put to the test of their full potential
Enjoying the hours of creating these designs
Who likes to wear a lab coat when inventing the next great product
Resident of Detroit, Michigan, The same neighborhood as the Mayor
McCoy
Canadian, Inventor, Free, Educated
Son of George McCoy
Lover of Ann Elizabeth Stewart, and Mary Eleanora Delaney
Feeling Dedicated, Efficient, Creative
Finding his happiness in sharing his inventions with children
Yet needing a chance to show his inventions are the real deal
Giving full devotion to his work
Fears that he may never see his inventions work, that his ideas will be stolen, that he wont be a role model to the kids he tells to stay in school
He would like to see all his inventions put to the test of their full potential
Enjoying the hours of creating these designs
Who likes to wear a lab coat when inventing the next great product
Resident of Detroit, Michigan, The same neighborhood as the Mayor
McCoy
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
I...
I still play my guitar….
I once was in their shoes
I was behind the iron all of my days
I sat alone scared and helpless
I ate the nasty food that thy gave me
It was the only way to survive
I still play my guitar….
I thought of escape
I thought I could bail
I thought I could end this life of despair
And be free of the prison
I have the wind in my hair
I thought of this alone in my cell
I still play my guitar….
I play my guitar awaiting my break
I sing words that make your heart break
I play tunes that make your smile full moon
I hope someone will hear
That my song would catch their ear
I want to meet these people
I’m sure we would gater under the same steeple
I still play my guitar….
I think though
I have found my people
I have found those on the outside that
I connect with on the inside
I have people that arent even people
I have a pet store for our steeple
I still play my guitar….
I have found my steeple
I have found my people
I have Friends that sliter, fly, and run
I have friends that just want to have fun
I connect with them
I was there
I give them the night
The night is theirs
I still play my guitar
I hope you listen
I see the sun starting to glisten
I hear them coming back to the sound of my tune
I am back in the cell that afternoon
I am Otis.
I once was in their shoes
I was behind the iron all of my days
I sat alone scared and helpless
I ate the nasty food that thy gave me
It was the only way to survive
I still play my guitar….
I thought of escape
I thought I could bail
I thought I could end this life of despair
And be free of the prison
I have the wind in my hair
I thought of this alone in my cell
I still play my guitar….
I play my guitar awaiting my break
I sing words that make your heart break
I play tunes that make your smile full moon
I hope someone will hear
That my song would catch their ear
I want to meet these people
I’m sure we would gater under the same steeple
I still play my guitar….
I think though
I have found my people
I have found those on the outside that
I connect with on the inside
I have people that arent even people
I have a pet store for our steeple
I still play my guitar….
I have found my steeple
I have found my people
I have Friends that sliter, fly, and run
I have friends that just want to have fun
I connect with them
I was there
I give them the night
The night is theirs
I still play my guitar
I hope you listen
I see the sun starting to glisten
I hear them coming back to the sound of my tune
I am back in the cell that afternoon
I am Otis.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
found poem
We don't belong to her you know.
Do you belong to someone?
I know nothing about that.
Would you like to be my mother?
I hear you don't hit children,
Do you belong to someone?
I know nothing about that.
Would you like to be my mother?
I hear you don't hit children,
And you have lots of money.
You want to end up in the orphanage?
The snow looked strange in the moonlight,
Like icing sugar on a model city.
What do you think of the snow?
But the moon did not answer.
I'll say it again.
Its got nothing to do with the moon!
What an opportunity!
Nobody told us about the merry-go round.
Do you know how to start it?
Definitely not!
Maybe we should put an ad in the paper.
The money is for bad times.
Get your hands off of me!
Who do you think you are?
Once I'm big again!
Grown up?
Your still alone.
You want to end up in the orphanage?
The snow looked strange in the moonlight,
Like icing sugar on a model city.
What do you think of the snow?
But the moon did not answer.
I'll say it again.
Its got nothing to do with the moon!
What an opportunity!
Nobody told us about the merry-go round.
Do you know how to start it?
Definitely not!
Maybe we should put an ad in the paper.
The money is for bad times.
Get your hands off of me!
Who do you think you are?
Once I'm big again!
Grown up?
Your still alone.
Friday, September 11, 2009
thinking back
My earliest memory of reading was when i read the book the three little pigs, and i only remember this because i got a new toy for reading the book the whole way through. Before i could read on my own my mom would read a different Dr. Seuss book to me every weekend, i loved the way Dr. Seuss wrote books and became inspired by his words, though confusing and strange they were full of meaning. In fact I was so into Dr. Seuss that i have read nearly all of his books. My favorite book though is the one my mom gave me when she found out she had cancer, its another Dr. Seuss book, "Did i ever tell you how lucky you are?" this is my favorite because it was the right words at the right time.
Like any kid i would rather have been playing outside or watching tv than reading, yet i was good at reading so often enjoyed a good book. My teachers have always read to my classes from what i remember, my favorite year though was when we had Mrs. Yount, she read us the Goosebumps books.Besides the Dr. Seuss book the only book that has made a difference in my life would be a squires tale, it gave me hope that any one can do anything. sadly now i dont read for pleasure, in fact i cant remember the last book i sat down and just started to read.
Like any kid i would rather have been playing outside or watching tv than reading, yet i was good at reading so often enjoyed a good book. My teachers have always read to my classes from what i remember, my favorite year though was when we had Mrs. Yount, she read us the Goosebumps books.Besides the Dr. Seuss book the only book that has made a difference in my life would be a squires tale, it gave me hope that any one can do anything. sadly now i dont read for pleasure, in fact i cant remember the last book i sat down and just started to read.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
The greatest book ever.
"Sideways stories, from Wayside school" though the title may be a tongue twister, the stories with in it are not, in fact they are just the right level for children and adults alike to enjoy. It doesn't have one overall theme, but is a good overall book because it meets many other qualities. First off it doesn't have complex language, other than a few silly Dr. Susses words it is your basic 3rd to 4th grade reading level. Some could say that this book is good but too humorous for children to get knowledge out of, in fact they would be wrong. This book could help some children see that they arent the only one who are embarrassed in school, by characters such as Red that get toilet paper stuck on their shoe and then called out in front of the whole class by the teacher. In saying this its not overly moralized, its not another boring "Oh yay, you did the right thing." The book may not be telling the truth, but its fiction, and in fact its just emphasizing the everyday American school kid. So maybe the truth isn't too far away after all. The uniqueness of this book is what made it stick out to me. Not many children s books can satisfy both children humor and adult humor, Sachar did this with ease. The book mostly stood out to me because it was an easy read, that caught my attention. Sachar does a great job at writing so that you have a visual of what exactly is going on as if you were there. Aside from the few pictures, it was easy to relate with who each character was. Sideways stories has done its job in fitting the characteristics of a good book, not only has it met the standards of the textbook, but it met mine as well, i became fully intwined in this book and have read it several times. I would reccomend it to anyone in need of a good laugh and easy read, no matter what their age may be.
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