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Recently, a life was taken from the city that I live in.

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*Cue the yodeling*

So this week during class we’ve started to watch Raising Arizona, which is one of my teacher’s favorite movies, and I can see why.

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I’m usually not a Nicholas Cage fan besides a few of his movies, and before class, I had never heard of Raising Arizona, so I really was not expecting much, but man I was wrong to think that. I genuinely really like it! I don’t know, something about the story line captivated me. Either that or the fact that the babies in this movie were ADORABLE.

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If you guys recognize the blog post title, then I like you. If you recognize the blog post title specifically from Guitar Hero III, then I like you x2.

So as we’ve gotten deeper and deeper into All Quiet in the Western Front in my class, one of the things that has stood out to me is how Paul, the main character feels about his and his comrades age and maturity level. Though they’re still young, their mind’s age is so old because of all they’ve been through. What should have been their last years of youth were spent in the war, which forced them to become men.

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So in English class, we’ve been reading All Quiet in the Western Front. And the protagonist is this guy named Paul. And he’s lonely.

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So in class this week, my teacher showed us this video:

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blogA Work of Artifice

The bonsai tree
in the attractive pot
could have grown eighty feet tall
on the side of a mountain
till split by lightning.
But a gardener
carefully pruned it.
It is nine inches high.
Every day as he
whittles back the branches
the gardener croons,
It is your nature
to be small and cozy,
domestic and weak;
how lucky, little tree,
to have a pot to grow in.
With living creatures
one must begin very early
to dwarf their growth:
the bound feet,
the crippled brain,
the hair in curlers,
the hands you
love to touch.

Marge Piercy

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blogDo YOUR best

So finals week is upon us here at my school and in my English teacher decided not to give us a final (THANK YOU MR.T). Instead, he decided to have everyone share and talk about both their innovations projects and blogs. While people went up to present their blogs (we did blogs first then projects), I  couldn’t help but get a little jealous over how successful some of the blogs were. And of course I understand that, it’s normal to get a little jealous, but then I started to compare my own blog to theirs, which is where I stopped myself; Why should I compare the success of two completely different people? The only thing that did for me was make me a little bummed out.

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“Kid, you’ll move mountains”

So today in English class, we talked about what we did over break, we were asked to write about it. And so I did. And I realized, wow, I really didn’t do much but “recover” from school. As I was writing about it, I was thinking of all the days that I’ve ever spent inside the house, on my computer or whatever else. There’s been so many days that I’ve wasted, just laying around being lazy when I could’ve done something.

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image“God bless you for your sweet compassion!”

If you guys remember from a few posts ago, I talked about how we are currently reading A Tale of Two Cities in my english class. Well let me be honest, before reading chapter 13 of Book the Second, I really did not enjoy what I was reading. However, Chapter 13 brought me to tears. That explains the splotches of water on the last paragraph. There has only been a few books that have given me tears in my eyes and those books I was completely in love with the story line. I had no connection with A Tale of Two Cities but man, The Fellow of No Delicacy got to me.

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(If you know where the title is from, I like you)

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Kanye’s ego is about as big as the Sun

“Who do you think you is,” was what I first thought when Stryver publicly announced his intent to marry Lucie in the Tale Of Two Cities. Without asking anyone, not even her father. Excuse my thuggery, but that man has an ego so large it would rival Kanye “Yeezus” West’s. The fact that Stryver already knew that Lucie would say yes, the fact that he already knew that he had a chance angers me. The nerve of the guy, I can honestly compare him to Kanye (except I actually like Kanye). Stryver’s arrogance blinds him from seeing that hey, maybe, Lucie might not say yes. I wish I could inject some modesty into him.

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