Blog #4

The Bee

Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry

Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.

His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.

His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!

This poem is personifying a bee.  Emily Dickinson makes it seem like the bee is a person.  The insects do so much work throughout their lives and we do not really realize it.  They are constantly working and amking new things that we use in our lives but may not consider where it came from. I think she is trying to convey what work the small animals do.  It makes us realize that there is life other than ours.  Also a message she may be trying to get accross is that life goes on seperate from ours.  The bee goes about its daily work as we go through ours.  As seen in other poems, when we die, nature goes on.

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Blog #3

Today was not a very swell day.  A lot of things that I relly didn't want to happen definitely did.   But for lunch I had a delicious cupcake.  Also, today was the egg drop in physics.  I was luckily chosen to be my group's egg dropper.  It was very nerve racking after seeing other classmates eggs hit the ground and shatter.  Luckily though I dropped our egg and it hit exactly where it needed to. Tomorrow we will be attempting our 4th drop from a height of almost 2 meters.  I hope we beat the previous record.  

Blog #2

In fact, I have felt a connection to nature.  Two years ago, my family and I went on a trip to Colorado.  It was a really cool experience.  The main point that I connected to nature was while I was biking down Pike's Peak.  We saw a brochure to be able to actually bike down Pike's Peak.  My family and I enjoy the outdoors and were definitely up for a fun trip to go on.  I decided not to go whitewater rafting since I hate water.  We drove up to the top of the mountain and unloaded all of the bikes. We then proceeded to start biking down it.  There were so many parts of it where you could just fall off and die.  That is why I felt my connection.  I was so high up, and in a really cool environment, that I didn't really care.  I felt like it didn't matter, and that I was actually connected to nature.     

Blog #1 of 2nd Semester

Both of these authors are very good and I enjoy reading their stories.  However, I think I like Edgar Allen Poe better, because he uses less description.  Sometimes, description just gets too overwhelming.  I found myself skipping pages just to get to the moral of the story.  I really did not care about the depth that Hawthorne went into.  I would've rather had him get straight to the point.  Edgar Allen Poe's stories are also more interesting.  They are a lot more suspenseful, and even scarier.  In my opinion, Poe is a much better author.   

Blog #10

I learned a lot in my research paper.  It was a topic that not many people do or think of, and some may even think it is ridiculous.  My topic was the causes of 9/11.  At first I thought this would be easy, but then i learned it would not be easy at all.  I learned that no one really knows the definite cause of 9/11.  Through my research I saw many different theories.  Even ones saying that it was the United States own doing.  I thought this was crazy, but after more research, it really could have been possible, and the facts led to that almost as much as they led to a different thing.  So during my research paper I learned a lot, and the two main things were about the causes of 9/11, and also about different theories of what caused it.   

Blog #9

The past two weeks we have been reading romantic poetry.  One of the poems that I enjoyed and found interesting was The Psalm of Life.  I have always liked the the metaphor of the footprints in the sand, and it reminded me of the story in the Bible.  Even though I usually seem happy, sometimes I need someone to carry me through something.  However, the poem was more of the footprints that we leave on the earth when we die.  Physically, we are gone, but our spirit and impact is still there.

Blog #8

The leaves are all falling around me, soon there will be none left.  Just as the days left of school are ticking by one at a time.  The leaves of school are falling quickly and before we know it snow will be on the ground, and we will be on Christmas break.  The birds are singing their final songs before they hunker down for the cold, and the squirrels are gathering food to hibernate.  While the animals gather final supplies, we are turning in our final assignments, and it is now time to celebrate Christmas.