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Preposition poem
__**Sleeping**__ In my life, out of my head, around the corner, inside my bed, through my covers, around again, I sleep till light is in.

In=preposition Out=preposition Around=preposition Inside=preposition Through=preposition Around=preposition I sleep til light is in= IC clause

Pieces of a poem
As light shines, Dreams slip, and Inside my mind I ramble, Am I alive or Am I dead, My being is a shamble. The life I live thinks I’m dead, Then my heart thinks I live, Can both be right? Or is one wrong? I’ll trust my heart for it is strong.
 * __Morning thoughts__**

As=subordinating conj. Dreams slip out, and=coordinating conj. Inside=preposition As light shines=DC clause/adverb clause Dreams slip=DC clause Inside my mind I ramble=IC clause

Hint fiction
A mobster found his horse, in the morning wake, beheaded for his owner's incompetence.

Original post
Tears of a Tiger By Sharon Draper

I chose it because my sister recommended it to me. It was set around the 1990's at a high school called Hazelwood High. The main characters were Andy Jackson, a basketball player, Keisha his girlfriend, hsi friends BJ, Tyrone, and Robbie, and Andy's psychologist.

A cool excerpt would be... "-Hello, may I speak to Keisha, please?

-Keisha, this is Rhonda. Sit down, girl. There's been an accident. Some lady who works at Good Sam with my mother called her a few minutes ago and told her that they had just brought in some kids from Hazelwood-basketball players, she thinks." I chose this because it tells the general topic of the book.

A major theme in the book is depression. throughout the book the main character is depressed.

I would recommend it to anyone.

Revised post
Tears of a Tiger By Sharon Draper

I chose this book because my sister recommended it to me. From what I recall, it was set around the 1990's at a high school called Hazelwood High,and it told the story of Andy Jackson, a basketball player, Keisha his girlfriend, his friends BJ, Tyrone, and Robbie, and Andy's psychologist.

An excerpt I like would be this; "-Hello, may I speak to Keisha, please?

-Keisha, this is Rhonda. Sit down, girl. There's been an accident. Some lady who works at Good Sam with my mother called her a few minutes ago and told her that they had just brought in some kids from Hazelwood-basketball players, she thinks." I chose this because it tells the general topic of the book and reveals how Sharon writes this unique book, which is in straight dialogue.

A major theme in the book is depression. throughout the book the main character is depressed.

I would recommend it to anyone because I thought this book was excellent. Red=added Purple=changed

Tone analysis
[|﻿In budget who's the 'sucker'?] Kristol clearly thinks that democrats are "playing games"with the american people. He uses compound-complex sentences to emphasize the democrats in such things as being serious about the budget, and not only that, but he also uses questions to show how democrats undermine us by emphasizing their own quotes.

Extended metaphor
Life is a game of poker Some get lucky with a flush, Some lose with a poor hand. Some hide an ace up their sleeve, Cheating until they're dead. I trust the cards that I play, They've won for me until today, I will not lose, My life ain't done, In the end I will have won.

Blackout poem
Responsibility

we rarely respond to questions that call out responsibility to yourself

Digital vocab
Lurid;adjective lighted or shining with an unnatural, fiery glow; wildly or garishly red rational: When I thought of the word lurid glaring eyes immediately. After I found that in the context it meant red in color I knew that my interpretation had to be a bunch of red eyes.

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Short story
Psycho We start our story with a man. One tiny ant in a massive realm that we like to call the american lifestyle. He is nothing more than that. This man lives as one of our lifestyles. He is an office man and he is a pattern.

Every day the man woke precisely at 6 A.M. Shortly after waking, he showered and got dressed in an unbelievably perfect fashion. He started by putting on his undershirt, then shirt, pants, jacket, and shoes. If he did it any other way he would fall apart. Coffee and the newspaper made him ready to go through the rest of the day only before the man could leave, he made sure to kiss his wife and daughter goodbye. The only problem the man had today was that his kiss was made in haste. Bothered, but still alright with his mishap, the man went to work.

He worked in a cubical office. All he saw the entire day of work was his paperwork, the classic business calendar, and a stupid cup that said life’s a beach. He heard the same gossip around about personal office ordeals and how much of a jerk the boss was every single day. Not only that, but his office smelled of rotten eggs because the garbage shoot was strategically placed behind him. Life in the office for the man was torture.

Today the man decided he couldn’t take office life anymore. It drove him insane to follow this pattern of life. It must have been his own mistake from the morning that made him explode. Before the work day was even over he stormed out of the building. No one in the building could have guessed what would happen next.

When he left work it was raining and raining hard. Within seconds the man was soaked. If I could describe him as a cracking jar, this would be the point where he broke into a million pieces shredding all things around him with no sense of what damage he made. The man was in a mental state of insanity. No rational thought went through his head. Angry, the man went to the bar.

The man didn’t usually come here unless his wife wanted to celebrate some sort of accomplishment she did. He hated to drink but the complete lack of thought in the man forced him to drink. Before he could even sit down he was ordering tequila that would eventually be the cause for his downfall.

He downed around 15 shots before he finally left. As thoughtless as he was at the time, the man would never drink more than 15 shots in one night. Based on this, the man left to his house drunk and psychotic.

As soon as he entered his house, the man ran downstairs to get his gun. His wife saw him briefly as he raced downstairs. She knew something was wrong from the way he skipped his morning kiss. Upon the man’s return the woman asked what was wrong. All he said was “you're dead” and then there was a boom. The man passed out on the floor. Immediately the man’s wife called the police. Soon the man was transferred to a psych ward where he lives now.

“So that's what happened to you?” “That’s what happened to him.”

“Are you sure it wasn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Alright then. We’re done with you.”

“Frank, what’s up with him?”

“The only problem he has is that he’s telling us his story as if he was in the third person.”

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Well at least we got him to talk. I’m satisfied with the day.”

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Ya, let’s go home.”