Lessons Learned

When i had my permit everyone always told me if i was going to be driving that i had to follow the rules because if i got pulled over once they'd be watching me all the time. Well me being me i listened for a little while but after a while i got pretty comfortable and started speeding a lot. I was on my way into town one day going 78 in a 70 and got pulled over, I didn't have a license so of course i was in some serious trouble. I got that ticket three weeks before i was supposed to get my license, so i figured i wasn't going to be able to get it. I went to the judge like two weeks later and she lowered my fine for me and then told me not to be driving for the next week till i got my license. I got my truck taken away because my parents didn't want me to be driving and get caught again. So i was with some friends and they couldn't drive because of some reasons so i did, and got pulled over 4 days after i went to the judge for the first ticket. I was scared to death after that I went and got my license the Wednesday after that and then went to the judge. She put me on probation for 6 months and told me, " Candice you better stay out of trouble girl it looks like they have you tracked down." After that whole incident i learned that it's just best to follow the rules and do as your supposed to because if you don't wait you could ruin it for a while. So i have stayed out of trouble since then because i follow the rules now.

Comma What?

My father had left our house, in the midst of a fight between Lindsey and my mother. My mother was trying to get Lindsey to go with her to the Y to

swim, without thinking Lindsey had blared "I'd rather die!" at the top of her lungs. My father watched as my mother froze, then burst fleeing to their bedroom to wail behind the door. He quietly tucked his notebook in his jacket pocket, took the car keys off the hook by the back door, and snuck out.

Gossip

Triple filtering my conversations would probably change them a lot, and make them more accurate. If i was to think before i said half the things i say i wouldn't be in near as much trouble as i usually am. I think triple filtering would help my conversations out a lot. I think people still gossip about other people because it makes them feel good to say bad things about someone else. It makes people feel like they are better then that person they are talking about. Cutting people down makes a lot of people feel good about themselves. It's not a good thing to do, or a good way to look at things but it's usually the way people go about things.

Literary Elements: TAKS PT 3

Satire- trenchant with, irony, or sarcasm used to expose and discredit vice or folly

Irony- the use of words to express something other than and esp. the opposite of the literal meaning

Analogy- inference that if two or more things agree with one another in some respects they will probably agree in others

Foreshadowing- to represent, indicate,or typify beforehand

Figurative Language

Figurative- departing from a literal use of words; metaphorical

Figure of speech- a written word or phrase used in a non literal sense to add rhetorical force to a spoken or written passage

Imagery- visually descriptive or figurative language especially in a literary work

Trope- a figurative or metaphorical use of a word or expression

They all make the writing sound better, and they also bring it to life in some ways. They are all away of using words.

Story Spinners: Option 1

As the old man approached my friends and me we realized he might have needed our help. I dropped my bicycle to go over and see what was going on. My friend Catie beat me to him and she asked him what was going on or what the deal was. In a gibberish manner he answered "I think someone broke into my house and took all my things." All of us just look at him for a second trying to make out exactly what he had said. After several minutes of uncomfortable silence we told we were sorry and we'd try to help find who did it.

The old man asked us to come over to his house and check out how much had been taken from him, so we agreed and took off on our bicycles to meet him there. Now i had always known this neighborhood to have no problems; everyone was real honest and friendly around here and most people watched out for me. When we got in the house and it didn't look like much of anything was gone i started to question the man and his honesty. I asked him exactly what was missing and he slammed the door behind him; I was right this guy was lying to us just to get us in his dirty mangy old house. I told him my mom would want us all home soon and to please let me leave now, but he told us no we had to stay till he was done with us.

I went to the restroom and just happened to find a flashlight because it was dark outside by now and i figured we'd more then likely need it if we ever got to leave. I went and told my friends what i had found and we tried to make up a plan on how to get out of there. Cassie suggested we drug him then sneak out the back door, and you know that girls a blonde but that did sound like a pretty good idea to me. So we were ready to try it we told him we wanted to make him some yummy tea so we could all sit and drink it. He allowed us to so Catie and Cassie snuck to the back to find some pills; they took so really strong pills of his. Catie put 6 of them in his drink and stirred it up till it was completely dissolved. We all sat down to drink our tea and we told him we really wanted to go home but he told us no he had plans for us and we weren't going home.

The old man fell into a deep sleep after drinking our concoction we gave him. We made our way to the backdoor and slowly snuck out of there. All three of us were barefooted but were ran like the wind down that ally. Catie dropped the flashlight and kinda slowed down for a minute but we jut left it because we were to scared to stop. When we got home we told my mom about it, and she called the cops and he was arrested for kidnapping us! We didn't know exactly what that man had planned for us, but i'm pretty sure we're glad we didn't. We out smarted that old fool and got away we probably even saved our lives that night!

My Heaven

When i think about heaven and what it would be like i think about sitting by Jesus and watching my family on Earth. I want my heaven to have all my family that has passed away so i can meet the ones i didn't know and reunite with the ones i did know. I can imagine my heaven being perfect and i don't think you'd really need stores and things like that because I think once you die you're not gonna need material goods! Heaven is perfect and none of those things matter once you make it there. I believe once I got there i wouldn't have anymore temptations except to try to come back down to Earth and help my family that needed help.