The fall

 

The colorful leaves gliding through aromatic air

Like papers when the bell rings

Blog #13

Sonnet:

The girl ran as fast as she could

When she competed in the race
But then she slowed and stood
In front of the finish line; she changed her pace

The girl happened to be in first place

But she stopped and held out her hand
Until the others caught up; then stood face to face
The crowd smiled as they found out what was planned

They lined up side to side, held hands, and
At the same time, went through the finish line
The whole crowd thought it was grand
No one took first when they finished align

 This country of ours encourages competition

When really, working together should be our main mission

Blog # 12

How can my Professor be so mean
making me write this when the weather's so fine
it's still not as warm as in may
but I love fall, and I'd rather be outside; maybe go for a run
Shaun take's the lead!!
his competitor takes second!

I thought this blog would only take a second
well not EXACTLY a second, but you know what I mean
this is not where I thought my afternoon would be led
this assignment isn't one of the finest
especially since I'm down with a cold, my nose is runny
hello cold season, goodbye May

I'll be scared about future blogs, for the blogs that may
come next might also be impossible to do in a second
My darn professor, I now know how you run
you live for torturing us, you love to be mean
There should be a law for this, you should pay a fine!
A revolution should be led

this rough draft takes so long that I'm now out of lead
Even though I bought so many pencils in May
all I've got left  are regular pencils, but their point isn't fine
Now I'll have to go to the store a second
time, which makes 2 the average AKA the mean
of how many times to the store I've had to run

geez! How long will this sestina run?
This assignment makes me sleepy, my whole body feels like lead
making me repeat the same words line after line is plain mean
I like fall weather, but now I'm wishing it was may
so break would start; I could get second
wind, and then everything would be fine

ooohh, I guess I need repeat the same word again! fine!
If I had this attitude with my parents, I'd be on the run
'cause in the matter of seconds
they'd hit me with something hard, like lead
ouch! that hurts.. even if it may
correct my behavior, it's still mean

I guess it's all fine now, because this stanza has led
to the end of the sestina, no more tears will run now.. but be that as it may
I hope there isn't a second blog that I dislike because, as I've said many times, It's mean

         Ode to my Bed.

After the grind, day after day
I so desire just to lay
In my bed, with worries at bay
Wanting to sleep the night away

 My Stresses are gone out the door

Then my alarm sounds, the snooze war
starts;. I stuff you in my drawer
For I try to ignore your roar

 Its warmth doesn’t make me eager

To get out of bed, why would I leave? Burrr!
My room feels like a giant freezer
Let me cuddle my golden retriever

Blog # 10

Work Comparison

 

 

       The boss/manager in A&P is different than the boss in Bartleby. The boss in Bartleby seemed to more caring. Even though he fired Bartleby, he gave him extra pay, and also a recommendation. In A&P, The store manager didn't care too much about the girls dressed inappropriately or his worker; however, the manager said "don't do this, your family would be disappointed" or something along those lines. I think this makes you feel sorry for the workers/shoppers.

 

      Both of these stories' workers are unproductive at work. In A&P, he had nothing better to do than watch the girls every single move. In the other story, Bartleby refuses to do most of his job, and although the other workers do their job, they aren't very productive. I feel like this makes the reader want to feel a connection to these workers; we all get bored at work, and wish we didn't have to.

 

      Both Bartleby and the worker in A&P don't care about losing their jobs. in A&P, he was bored, and quit his job over a girl which he didn't even know If she would still be outside. In Bartleby, He just flat out refuses to work. Again, I feel like this makes us symphonize for the workers, and make us feel like we're in a similar situation with our own work.