For the blog of who's side we would choose, Poe or Irving, I think I would have to go with Poe. This may be because I know more about Poe than Irving, but I think it has more to do with how I like their stories. I really enjoyed reading the Pit and the Pendulum, I like the storyline of the Raven, and a few other poems, or short stories by Poe. Irving, to be honest, really didnt have any poems or stories that stuck out to me, or stuck with me for that matter. I find Poe more interesting, maybe because he was on the verge of insane.

       As the hot walls were pushing me in i heard some pebbles that i had kicked in the pit fall to my dreary new home. It took them a lot longer than i had hoped for them to reach the bottom, i had no chance of surviving this. I frantically searched for other ideas. I went back to the walls to see if there was an opening in them, nope, and even if there were, the walls were too hot to go near. The walls were pushing, pushing in, nearer and nearer they drew. My life was slowly ticking nearer to the end, the ticks were few and far between. My time was coming to a close. I found myself unwillingly walking closer to the edge of the pit. I had to, it was death by fire or death by falling. I would take the quicker and less painful of the two. Who knows, maybe ill die of fear or shock before either happens. My foot was maybe a foot and a half from the edge, the walls were moving at about ten inches per minute. Death was close. My train of thought had run dry of new ideas for escaping. I said my goodbyes, through prayer of course, all i was thinking about was the people watching and laughing now. I fell.
       The falling was peaceful, but my mind was working at 1000 miles a minute. I took out an oblong stone that i had found on the cave of the den before i had fallen. Holding it in both hands i struck the side of the dirt pit with all my might. The stone sunk into the dirt, which then made it close to impossible for me to hold onto, yet somehow, i did. This brought me to a halt i figured three fourths the way down the pit. I was not excited that i had done that, for the sole purpose of the thought that i will now starve to death instead of dying instantly. Kicking my feet, i was trying to find a foothold, my feet weren't touching the walls, yet my knees were. There must have been an indent in the wall there. I figured i could survive the fall from here, so i dropped. I landed within the next few feet. Was this the bottom? In the dark i felt around crawling on my knees. No, there was another ledge! I felt something that i'm guessing was a ladder leading down to the bottom of the pit. I wasn't at the bottom! The builders must have made a tunnel to get to the pit to remove the rotting carcasses. I found an escape route! Still not completely sure of my findings i walked cautiously down the tunnel to eventually find a wooden door that was not locked. They must have never suspected anyone would survive the fall. I opened the door to find dirt staircase, leading up to the field that the beside the building i must have been in. I was free.

The poem we read on the life on a farm in December was interesting because it was a little hard to follow for me. Maybe I just didnt take the time on it but i couldnt really fill out that worksheet we had to do. It was a well written poem though. The metaphors and similes in the poem were interesting, like the throat of the chimney chuckled. You can tell its a romantic poem by the nature theme.
 

Arthur Miller was an American playwright that did most of his work after World War II. He was very successful in his work and had some of his plays turned into movies. He was married to Marilyn Monroe for a time which helped him gain recognition. Which he really didn't need because he was already famous by that point. Most of his stories kind of gave an idea to what his personal weaknesses were. It is surprising that Arthur Miller got into writing because his dad was illiterate. It's just an odd combination. Arthur was born and raised in Harlem, New York City. He wasn't, or at least didn't seem smart as a child. He was more into sports at the time. Arthur , after graduating high school, went into the auto parts industry, and sold auto parts to save money to go to college. When he went to college he decided that he would go into the field of literature, more specifically, writing plays.

As i look up into the sky I see the glorious stars that have been shining for millions or years. Bright they shine to this day. The wonders of God will never cease to amaze those who proceed to exist in this small wondrous world.

    William Bradford came over to America on the Mayflower because of his separatist beliefs. He was the Governor of Plymouth for many years. He was part of the exploration parties once the Mayflower had landed. His wife died shortly before they got to Plymouth. William wrote Of Plymouth Plantation, which was a journal of what he encountered during the trip. William Bradford ended up being governor 30 times throughout his life.

This post is about option C. of number one, hardships. It seems like the earlier settlers here were having a hard time coping with the land and the indians at first. They were getting too much salt from the water, which acutally made them drink more salt. This little obstacle alone took out more than half of the first settlers. The Native Americans also were not on their side, they saw foreign people and did not take a liking to it. Also, some of the people in the village were spies, and the known fact that there were spies made the people more suspicious. Having a village on there toes is tough enough, but since the few that remained needed each other to stay alive it was tough to cope with others, being suspicious of them.

So I guess I'm a little behind on the bloggs, and I really don't know what I'm doing, but I'll give it a shot.

 We are starting off the year in English by talking about Native American culture and History. "The World on the Turtles Back" was about what was good in the world and what was bad. It talked about how there was a man who either pushed his pregnant wife, or watched her fall into a hole and he didn't really do anything about it. That woman gave birth to a daughter. Between the two of them and some of their animal buddies, they created the world we live in now. The daughter also became pregnant and had twins, a left twin and a right twin. The right twin was good, and was born normally. However, the left twin was a hell raiser, and was born through the armpit, of course. The left twin represented all the evil and bad things in the world and the right twin represented all the good things in the world. The right one ended up killing the left and now the left twin is the ruler of the under world. He also killed his grandmother, who is now the moon.

magical mage

I am magical.           by, Mr. Chunky