Simile and Metaphor

A simile is when you use like or as in sentence. An example of a simile is in a poem below.
I want to be free

I want to be free
Like a kite, Dancing in the sky.

I want to be free
Like a wind, Blowing over the sky.

I want to be free
Like a balloon, Going up to the sky.

I want to be free
Like a plane, Roaming above the sky.

I want to be free
Like a bird, Flying trough the morning sky.

I want to be free
Like a cloud, Trampling trough the mild sky.
I want to be free
Like a sun, Watching the world from the sky.

I want to be free
Like a moon, Hanging and smile in the dark sky..

I want to be free
Like a rainbow, Darting high to the sky..

I want to be free
Like a child, Dreaming about the endless sky..

To be free; Wondering about the sky. 

A simile is an important part of literature because its describes how the writer sees the object by comparing it to another object while using like or ast. When the reader sees that then they would understand what the writer is trying to describe to them.


Metaphor is a comparison without using like or as. An example of a metaphor is below.

Peace

The wind is now

a roaring, smashing

monster of destruction,

raking all man's work

from the valleys,

from the vales,

and sends them spinning,

broken flying -

but all of that is

not its core,

its center is in truth

eternal stillness

bright blue skies

and all you hear

are gentle whispers

far away

and unimportant.

A metaphor is an important part to literature because its the same as with simile, just that it describes the object or person more simple without using like or as.

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

   Without the voice of Dr.King, people back then and all of us today would be suffering. In the night before Dr.King died he said, "But I want you to know tonight that we as people will get to the promised land." Dr.king hoped and believed that sooner or later things were going to change at least the way he would want it knowing his death was near. If Dr.king came to my classroom tomorrow he would be proud about what he had accomplished and sacrificed for but a bit upset about the errors people are making now.
   What he really wanted was for all people to be equal. No matter what race, color, or religion you are, we were all human beings. Back then people was not treated equally among each other and Dr.King wanted to change that. At the end he had accomplished what he had wanted. For all people to be treated equally. That is something that Dr.King would be proud from his accomplishments  if he had still been alive today.

   People now are making somewhat of errors through out their lives. Something that Dr.King would not like. There are people who do not behave, let their pants sag, graffiti all over the place, more violence. Usually most of the actions people make reflects them selves. People sagging their pants is not really something that someone would consider as "cool". That is just disgusting and pretty sure Dr.King would feel the same. I am sure that if Dr.King would see something that is not right, he would make sure he would stop it just how he was willing to give people equal rights.
   Dr.King played his part and now its time to play ours. In order to make it to the promised land we must try our best to fix the problems that we are currently having now around the world. It is our turn now to make a huge difference just like how Dr.King did. If we do nothing then we will definitely not make it to the promised land and live our life all miserably. If Dr.King came to my classroom he would be proud but a bit upset but I also have a feeling that he would believe that there would be someone to make a difference.
 

Hyperbole in a poem

What is a Hyperbole and why is it an important part of writing?

Hyperbole is when you exaggerate the way you feel about something. Hyperbole is an important part of writing because it expresses how the writer sees or feels about the object or person. Like it would help you imagine more of what the writer is trying to tell you. An example of hyperbole is underlined in a poem below.

Three days into the journey

I lost the Inca Trail

and scrambled around the Andes

in a growing panic

when on a hillside below snowline

I met a farmer who pointed the way--

Machu Picchu allá, he said.

He knew where I wanted to go.

From my pack I pulled out an orange.

It seemed to catch fire

in that high blue Andean sky.

I gave it to him.

He had been digging in a garden,

turning up clumps of earth,

some odd, misshapen nuggets,

some potatoes.

He handed me one,

a potato the size of the orange

looking as if it had been in the ground

a hundred years,

a potato I carried with me

until at last I stood gazing down

on the Urubamba valley,

peaks rising out of the jungle into clouds,

and there among the mists

was the Temple of the Sun

and the Lost City of the Incas.

Looking back now, all these years later,

what I remember most,

what matters to me most,

was that farmer, alone on his hillside,

who gave me a potato,

a potato with its peasant face,

its lumps and lunar craters,

a potato that fit perfectly in my hand,

a potato that consoled me as I walked,

told me not to fear,

held me close to the earth,

the potato I put in a pot that night,

the potato I boiled above Machu Picchu,

the patient, gnarled potato

I ate. 

Baby Turtle Apocalypse =O

It was around 8 pm and I was starting to get tired. Had a rough day at school and had to study for a geometry test tomorrow. I had 2 choices, go to bed or study. I was too tired to want to study for the test, I already had a good grade anyway, so I was like ehh, what the heck. I went straight to my room and the first thing I did was to lay down, all relaxed in my bed. I was laying there for a while now and then all I was seeing is complete darkness. "What could this mean and what is going on ?" I said. After a minute of complete darkness I finally saw a pitch of light. I started walking closer to it and the more i walked the larger the light became. As I finally reached it all I saw was sand and the ocean. As I stood up, I got worried and had no clue on where  I was. I looked around to see if there were any people, but nothing. As I turned to the left all I saw was more sand and turtles. I went towards them and out of nowhere a whole lot of baby turtles came out of the sand and headed towards the ocean. "I wonder where they will head to" I said and as I looked where the turtles were heading I could see a gigantic figure, shaped more of a mountain. "Whoahhh" I yelled and most of the baby turtles were heading to that direction.

After a while of staring at the huge figure, from the tip a pitch of light went bursting to the sky and clouds started to surround it. "Oh my god!" I yelled and a few lighting bolts were shooting from the sky. As soon as one hit the sand a few feet from where I was, I started to run in a meander way, hoping that a lightning bolt would not hit me. Then out of nowhere I hear screaming, "HEY! OVER HERE.". Since I had no idea of what to do, I went towards him and he said, " Don't ask any questions, just follow me!". I followed him and we ended up in a deserted city. "Whoa, what happened here?" I said. The mysterious guy ignored me and we ended up in a bar where there were 2 more people waiting by the door. "What the heck is going on?" I yelled. All they told me was to get inside if i did not want to end up being dead. The bar was completely ruined from the inside, glass every where, and a few red stains which i figured was blood. As I was looking around the place the three people came up to me and said, "Let us introduced ourselves." There was 2 guys and 1 girl. One of the guys were Bryan P. and the other one was Juan Sanchez. The girl was called Julia, and  was very pretty. After I introduced my self as John, I asked them, "What the heck is going on?". As Juan started to tell me everything he knew I was not too persuaded of what was going. "Baby turtles attacking the town? I hardly believe that." Then out of no where we heard banging on the door.

Afraid of what was going on they told me to grab a golf club that was laying on the table and to get ready for anything. The door got slammed opened and about 10 turtles went inside crazy trying to bite out our flesh. "What the heck!!" I screamed as I was trying to run from the turtles who were chasing right after me. Too afraid to fight back I got out of the bar and started to run in circles trying to make sure a turtle would not bite me. After a while of running I was starting to get tired and Bryan, Juan, and Julia came and told me to go back to the beach where I was at first. They told me that they were going to be there in a boat waiting for me. As I listened to what they were telling me I decided to hit the turtles with the golf club. After hitting them for a while they finally ran away. As I was catching my breath I headed towards the beach where they told me to be at and there they were. The boat was not as big as I expected. It was more of a fishing boat but lucky enough there was enough space for the four of us. I asked them what we were going to do and where we were heading. Juan told me, " We are heading to where that huge figure is at. You may not believe me, but there were rumors that that huge thing is the queen turtle or known as the mommy of turtles. The only way to stop the baby turtle Apocalypse was to go to the top of the mommy turtle's shell and we should expect something that will end it.

I just stared at them all confused, but it sounded like they knew what they were doing. As we set sail, I felt like if the mommy turtle was coming closer and closer towards us. It was not too far than what I expected, probably because the mommy turtle is trying to swim to shore. The ocean current was very strong and I felt like if the boat was going to sink. I hoped it did not because I can not swim at all. A few minutes later we finally made it, but suddenly turtles went flying out of nowhere . The turtles tipped the boat over and made us all fall to the water. I started splashing like crazy and Juan managed to swim to the tip of the mommy turtle with his boat. While splashing I saw him go. He tied his boat off and started to climb the cliffs. He knew that no one had lived to tell what was behind the cloud, but still he climbed. As I got tired of splashing, I started to sink. Water was going inside of me. Pain was everywhere. Till I saw I couldn't stand having my eyes open, I was seeing complete darkness. I felt pain and wanted to cry. Slap! "What the heck" I yelled. My sister tried to wake me up but told me that I was acting weird while sleeping and got scared and decided to slap me. As I completely woke up, I was thinking about the dream I just had. I wondered what it meant.It was probably a message telling me that there would be a baby turtle Apocalypse. " I hardly believed that" I laughed. Then My sister came back and she had something in her hand. I asked her what it was and she opened her hands and there it was, a baby turtle. "Oh no" , afraid of what I was seeing I saw another baby turtle on top of her head. I started to get scared and hoped I was still dreaming.

My Dream

A dream that I remember having was when I was with my family in the living room and my guinea pig. All that I mostly remember is that my guinea pig was out of her cage and it was running all over the house. Me and my family was trying to catch it before it would find a small hole making it difficult to catch. I also remember in that dream when both nephews tried catching it in the same time and crashed causing them to bump into each others head. Right when I trapped it in a corner I woke up from the hardest slap my nephew gave me.

When I woke up I was a bit sad because my guinea pig died a few days before I had this dream. I guess my dream represented how much I cared about my guinea pig. I only had it for a year and a half. I wont get another guinea pig because it wouldn't feel the same as the guinea pig I had. My family liked my guinea pig that could probably be why they were in my dream as well. I really loved my guinea pig and that is probably why I dreamed about it.

I did a bit of research on the meaning of what it means to dream about a guinea pig. From my research it said that I need to be more responsible and it suggest to make some experiments and taking risks and by doing that I learn how to not do something. Basically its like saying to learn from your mistakes. There are times that I do believe the meaning of guinea pig because I remember a time I was careless with the food of my guinea pig, but that only happened once. But most of the time I was very responsible with my guinea pig.

A Picture Of 1,000 Words

To tell you the truth I really never thought of this. They say that a picture is worth 1,000 words.  I never thought of thought. I always thought of  a picture as just an image.  From what I see, I believe it is true. There is many things in this picture that can be described in 1,000 words. From what I see, there are soldier risking their lives for the sake of their country. I believe they are in a boat rushing to the front lines. The place there looks open where soldiers can not take cover. In the middle of the picture I think from the shape it is a tank, something that soldiers should worry about. It is very foggy so you can barely see the other side. If I were them I would probably chicken out.

I wonder where the enemy is. I heard that the enemy is on top of the mountains, but we can barely see that. They say that this was a day where a whole lot of lives were lost. I see that the soldiers had to swim to a bit to shore. I would have drowned since I can not swim. The boat looks old, compared to the boats that I see in movies. The boat probably carried an average amount of soldiers. From what I see, what I think is happening is that there is a war from 2 countries. I believe that the soldiers that got out of the boats are the brave ones because they are rushing to the battlefield when you can not see the enemy. I think that soldiers there are afraid but brave enough to fight the enemy.

I believe the ocean is cold, the soldiers would not have liked that. I also think that the ocean's current is somewhat strong from looking at the waves.  I am pretty sure each of those soldiers has a family, a family to protect. That could also be why the soldiers are risking their lives for the sake of the country. I believe they have somewhat of load out on them. They have a backpack with probably a average amount of supplies that could help them in the war. Compared to there, I am pretty sure that it war is harder back then because now I am sure there is a lot of improvement in technology. I am sure that the soldiers had to take this huge radio in order to communicate to base for Intel on the enemy.

          I'm also pretty sure that transportation by that time was horrible. I don't think that soldiers         there had great transportation. I think they have been fighting in war by foot. That would be very tiring, especially since the battleground is huge. Now I think transportation is a whole lot better. Another thing they had to worry about were things attached to the ground such as claymores and bouncing Bettys, that would be a painful way to die. Now I think they have a machine to detect all of that. Technology now is helping a lot out there. The only thing to worry about is the way they use it. What I believe is going to happen is that both country is going to fight and kill each other without mercy. I'm pretty sure that a whole lot of soldiers are going to die. In order for them to earn victory in war they need to kill the enemy or you lose the war. I have heard before that in this picture where the mountains are, are where the enemy is camping at. I have heard that on that day it was the bloodiest day they faced compared to other days. I know that there will always be and try to be a "hero" and rush to the battlefield without thinking and die miserably. The one who were smart enough to plan their tactics would most likely to survive. From the mountains I believe the enemy is going to use that advantage and try to kill everybody in the plain field. Since the soldiers has no way to cover then they didn't have anything else to do about it, but to go and fight. I'm pretty sure that if the soldiers in the picture has the technology that we have now, most of the soldiers that died would have survived. The technology now would protect them from the enemy. Imagine in the future how the technology would be for the soldiers. It would be crazy. In order for the enemy to fight back is to act smarter on the use of technology. To me in war everything is managed through technology. Without technology they would all have been lost.

Since there is also fog, it would be a problem for the soldiers. The enemy would use that advantage and kill the soldiers unexpectedly. Actually I don't think it is fog. I think it is smoke caused from many explosions. I'm pretty sure the enemy had grenades and stuff like that. The guns that the soldiers had were  probably horrible that they could have killed them self. At the end of this war i know there would be a hero. There is always someone that would help the soldiers with their tactics that would lead them to victory and safety. Without having a leader of a squad the soldiers would be lost and die quickly. I believe that the soldiers that got out of the boat has earned their victories because of what they are doing, they are rushing to the field knowing that  there is huge risk of dying.

 

 

 

 

 

Montreal Quebec

It was around 6:34pm when I enter Montreal Quebec to visit my uncle and cousins. I have to say, it is pretty cold over here, it is 34 degrees. Usually in Quebec the language that is mostly spoken is french. So, I had trouble trying to ask for directions. As I stop on a red light I checked on my map where the restaurant is located to meet my uncle and her wife. The name of the restaurant is Da Vinci Ristorante. He told me that it was a magnificent restaurant with excellent service. Only problem is, that it is very dark. Sunset occurs here around 4:16 pm.

As I kept reading the map, cars behind started honking. I wondered why and when I looked ahead I noticed that the light turned green. "Oops!" I yelled and accelerated. As I accelerated, I had no idea where I was going. I kept driving and driving and felt like I was driving in circles for some reason. Then I noticed  the same street light from earlier. "Wow" I told myself. I was lost. As the light turned red, I noticed a young women around her 20s and I decided to ask her for directions. I rolled down the window and yelled, "Bonjour!".(Bonjour was the only word I knew in french). She looked at me with a smile and said "hi, how may I help you." I guess she knew I was not from around here and figured out how horrible my french was. I was surprised she talked to me in English too.

I said, "yes, do u know where Da Vinci Ristorante is?". She replied, " why yes I do. I would give you the directions, but I doubt you will make it. If you would like I will go with you and show you the way." I was happy when I heard that, I thought I was not going to go to the restaurant in time. People in Montreal are very nice. As she entered the car she told me that her name was Myriam. When I greeted her she gave the first direction of to where to go. She told me to make a right and then to make a left. After I have done that she showed me where the restaurant was. I told her, "is this the restaurant? It was this close?" She started laughing and said, "yes it is". In my head I said, " no wonder she came along. It was not far from where I met her." As I thanked her I saw my uncle. He came up to me and said, "what took you so long?". I replied, " you do not want to know".