A Modern Purposal

1. The author's main thesis is mainly poking fun at imperfections, faults, and wrongs.
2. "having turned my thoughts for many years upon this important subject, and maturely weighed the several schemes of other projectors" "that a young healthy child well nursed is at a year old a most delicious, nourishing, and wholesome food, whether stewed, roasted, baked, or boiled; and I make no doubt that it will equally serve in a fricassee or a ragout. "
3. The reader keys on that this is ironic just a few paragraphs in because its so comical.
4. Everyone is subjected to attack in swifts satire. The Irish are completely Innocent.
5. Swift mostly has the satire as a ironic with very little serious points.
6. The last paragraph is set in a serious tone of voice maybe to show readers that the author isn't insane.
7. In my years i have had one labor job and I completely got along with my boss. He understood that what we were doing was tough physically and cut me some slack.
8.If my job was to process babies i would process them til they were reading for life.

My Narrative

My narrative is ok but it needs more dialog and a bit more organization thorughout the entire piece. Gabe helped work on my grammar and keeping my tenses in the past. What my narrative also needed was to add a couple key points that will keep readers interested in my narrative.

Gabe's Narrative

Gabe had a very good looking narrative. It was well put together and had a couple very interesting point throughout the story. What Gabe needed to work on is to keep his grammar in check while also keeping his tenses the same. Gabe's narrative also had a lot of very good details into what he is feeling, seeing, or hearing while also having great dialog.

Why I want a wife response

1. The thesis of the story is not clear in the story but I believe that it is that we all want a person in our lives that matches up to the things listed in the story but that person doesn't exsist.
2. The author uses repetition to emphisize that the common stereotype of a wife is all the things that is listed.
3.I think Brady does not want the spouse listed in the story because #1 that person deosnt exsist and #2 there would be no emotional relation to the other.
4. What Brady is trying to get through to the reader is that the spouse in the story doesn't exsist and to expect that from either side is a foolish request in itself.
5.
Dear Brady,
I throughly enjoyed your satire of the common sterotype of a wife. The overal impossiblitity of what is asked from a wife is quite evident in your writings. A marriage should not be all about one party of the relationship but have a mutual respect for the wife and husband. Even though everyone knows that one person who is going to take care of every one of your needs is but a fantasy, it is a rather interesting and comical idea to play around with in your head. I really enojyed your satire on everyday life.

-sincerely,
Patrick Tate Greuling

reflection

Patrick Tate Greuling

Period 3

Ms. York

Reflection

What happened in the gym with the convicts and hearing their stories, their struggles with alcohol, drugs, and sex really got to me. To hear how much pain they went through to learn their lesson on how bad drugs can affect their lives was touching. Looking through y high school career I feel proud that I haven’t experimented with drugs. What impacted me the most was the 19 year old. How young and close to my own age is what really impacted me to keep on with my straight arrow life and really believe in what I’m not doing even though other things might be the “cool thing” to do. This is really a lie because most of the people I know don’t do drugs, which is something I am also proud of. I pride myself in surrounding myself with people who believe the same things as I do. It all the moods of that mourning one thing I could have dealt without was the interpretive dance. The dance was a little too not serious in the fact that they had to tell everyone not to laugh for it. I feel as if the we had more time to hear all of the stories from all the convicts would have been more emotional. But listening to how bad jail is with all the violence and the gangs really hit a note with a lot of people.

Satire

Patrick Tate Greuling

Senior Comp

Period 3

Satire

There once lived a young girl, who was known as very scrawny and ugly. She lived with 7 friends who went out and worked all day to support the house and all 8 inhabitants. All day the men would leave for work in the local mine and the girl would stay at home to clean, wash the dishes, and make dinner for the men for when they came home. This arrangement worked for several years, until 2008 and the local mine shut down because of the recession and all the people who lived in the house were forced to go else where for money and to live because the mortgage was too high for a meager part time income. The ugly girl was forced out of the house and had to live with her mean grandmother who tried to kill her with rotten apples. Over the next few years the ugly girl became very beautiful and very smart. She left for college and received a master’s degree political science and macro economy. The now beautiful girl worked as she could up the political system until she won the presidential nomination for the Republicans. Her platform was to lower was to fix the economy, get the U.S.A. out of the recession, count down teen pregnancy and obesity so shows like 16 and pregnant and biggest loser weren’t as prevalent. However to win the Presidential election she would need to beat the big bad wolf who huffed and puffed and blew down all of her debate responses. It was just days away from the final election and the debates were getting larger. At the last debate it was asked “why should you become president?” The beautiful girl explained that she wanted to be president so she could have the power to different solution to the problems that have plagued our lands for years. The entire audience was so taken back by how innocent and real the girls answer was that it was clear she had won this debate which would make election a close one. On the night of the election the votes seemed to go up equally for both sides, it wasn’t until the end in which it was a complete tie. However the number of voters was an odd number therefore this was impossible. Going down the call lists looking for anyone who didn’t come into vote, at the very bottom of the list was one voter that didn’t vote. As he came in to the voting center he was attacked by fairy reporters asking which side he was going to vote for. The man walked into the ballot box and in a matter of seconds his single vote was taken to the stage where both parties standing with Ryan Seacrest. The single piece of paper was handed to Mr. Seacrest, he opens it, studies it for a few seconds and goes to speak into the mic. “Is America ready for the winner of the Presidential and winner of American id……I mean presidency?”. “ the winner is…… ME”. Both parties stunned as the results post on the screen and as a write in Ryan Seacrest won as a write vote. Ryan put into affect policies that made the lands of  Ryanland the perfect Eutopia.

James Thurber Satire

One of the stories i liked the most was The Little Girl and The Wolf. I liked this story because it was a funny spin off of little red riding hood and had a modern twist to the entire story. The other story I liked the most was The Bear. I liked The Bear because it was ironic in the sense that gulooting made him make the same mistakes as being drunk. What Surprised me about all the stories was how modern the stories sounded but still had the elements of a fable. Thurber was making fun of modern day political issues. Like in The Little Girl and The Wolf using a well known story and ending with over use of guns.

Fable Morals

1.The Hart in the Ox Stall 
you cannot out think the masters eye.
2.The Fox Without a Tail 
If someone is overly interested in their advice its because it happened to them.
3.The Four Oxen and the Lion
 united you are strong,divided you fall.
4.The Sick Lion
Only cowards insult the dying.
5.The Fisher 
Beggars cannot be choosers.
6.The Swallow and the Other Birds 
Let bad thoughts consume you and you will do its bidding.
7.The Wind and the Sun
Sometimes being humble proves to be worth it.
8.The Eagle and the Arrow 
sometimes we fuel the weapons that are against us.
9. The Bundle of Sticks 
in unity there is strength
10. The Dog and the Shadow 
Don't get greedy.

I believe

Patrick Tate Greuling

Senior comp

Period 3

I Believe

A few weeks ago my friends and I were at my friend’s house and we were flipping through the channels on the TV until we found the movie Forrest Gump. We watched it for about forty-five minutes until Forrest went to Vietnam. Normally teenagers would have just watched the movie, but not my friends. My friend Jeritt commented on how the Government should have been blamed for getting into the war. I don’t know if it was the way Jeritt said it but it got me and my friend Kevin to start discussing our political beliefs in the matter. At this point we are all out of lazy laying down positions listening to each other in a heated political debate. Thinking back to night it occurred to me why I choose who my friends. I choose my friends not only because they have a sense of humor but also are intellectual and can have intellectual conversations like we did. What’s also good about who I choose to be my friends is I can trust them. Most people I know really double guess that it their own friends are loyal and trustworthy to them. The fact I can trust my friends with anything is a reason I feel we can have debates and arguments like we did about anything. The definition of a friend is a person whom one knows and with whom one has a bond of mutual affection. Looking at my friends I believe that my friends know me and we do have a bond. Without my friends I don’t think I would be the person who I would be today. Because of my friend Ben I started to play volleyball which is my favorite sport. If my friend Kevin didn’t start playing with me I don’t think I would have continued to try and become better, Kevin and I are the best two hitters on the team. If I would have never went to aviation challenge and met friends from all over I would have never enjoyed aviation, aviation will more than likely be a majority of my major in college. These are just a few things in my life that because of my friends’ involvement changed my life and got me to find myself. Next year I will be going to Ohio University for college and going back a week from now I was really scared and nervous that I was going to have to restart finding new friends which seemed like a difficult task. A few days ago my friends decided that they were going to Ohio University. This relieved a huge load of stress for next year and I feel like I’m going to really enjoy college next year. The moral of what I’m writing is that humans may not the meaning of life but to make friends might be up there. I believe that friends are some of the most important and valuable things in ever day life.

Mermaid Poem

a man falls off a boat and left drowned
but in the water he has a friend who is never frowned.
when the man awakes and see his savior is a mermaid
he freaks and says that any man would also be afraid.
the man calls down and looks not yelp
for all the mermaid wants to do is help.
however the problem the mermaid canleave using her tail
but the man can't breather water so he has to use a sail.
in the choas of everything they miss the grace that flew over them, a dove
missing the sign that could be morre to their relationship maybe even love.

fairy tale poem

a tiny mouse strolling from day to day
a huge lion rules all but what can he say.
a beautiful girl sits and pets her animal friend
a friendship that they they will try to mend.
as a friendly mermaid helps a man in a lagoon
she knows that she needs to get him help soon.
 a grass hopper plays all day with his fiddle
all the ants think that to their work he is in the middle.
cinderella is forced to work around the house
getting help all day from her friend the mouse.
little red riding hood makes her way with her basket
hoping the wolf doesnt return her in a casket.
a tiny girl takes on a women who the hearts call queen
she goes on her way looking for someone who isn't mean
a little girl heads to bed in hope that she wont get a good sleep
in hopes that the power she has she can keep.
a beautiful girl that has a complection white as snow
as a witch wants her gone who is evil from he head to her toe.

Sonnet

It is Valentines Day and I forgot.

Think I’ll be in trouble tonight?

Or did I come up with a master plot?

All day I will need to stay out of sight.

I will need to gather a heart box

What will I put in my box that will impress?

Chocolates? Or is that too cliché? Maybe heart socks.

Why does Valentines Day have so much stress?

Just one day in an entire year to show your love.

Some might think that it is impossible.

To show all of my love? That’s unheard of.

No words can show my love for my Rosabell

So when this day comes show how you feel

Remember she’s more to you than just a meal.

I Believe Response

This essay was very powerful. He dealt with a tough subject, death. It's very to talk about death in the military while being patriotic. He obviously had tremendous respect for this young Sergeant along with all he gave. I do believe that American citizens forget that we do have fellow Americans in Afghanistan, Iraq, and Iran battling to keep peace in the U.S.

I believe that the power of mystery drives us in everything we do. It drives artists to mold an ordinary piece of paper or flat surface into expression of color and contrast. It drives astronauts to reach for the stars and defy limitations that were thought to never be broken. It drives an ordinary man with a dream to start his own business. The power of mystery has and always will drive huumans to defy what is set for us and conquer the unknown.

I believe that even close to death, joy can be found. My family has had a few deaths through the years and even though they had accepted death or not it was still tough. One that hit my entire family the hardest was my uncle rob.

Random writing

We had been tethered to home in Italy for several years. We were oppressed by the government and people for not being natural blood Italian. It wasn’t until my girlfriend Monique got pregnant that my parents nagged me to come back to the U.S. We pondered what was being asked by us to completely move to another country. In The end we didn’t want our child to grow up with the complete savagery of the Italian people that we ended up moving pack to America. However since we did not have a lot of money we boarded a boat to make the trip. Before our trip back we packed enough maize to feed the entire boat but we kept most of it for ourselves. Half way on our journey of months that Monique and I realized that the nativity of our baby might be on this boat. Two weeks later Monique birthed a beautiful baby girl. However the boat’s doctor said that there was a peculiar rash on the epidermis of our baby’s skin. Being in our defiant state of mind we dismissed the readings of the doctor. That night we had another succulent meal of maize and passed buoy number 1,009 which meant we were nearing the end of our journey. Boat docked in Miami and we got off and enjoyed the sun and excitement of our new home. The surprising dispersion of the other members on the boat meant that we could say good bye to the people we enjoyed on the journey over.

word writing

The billionaire sped down the street, very ostentatious in his brand new Tesla Roadster. His new toy maneuvered the pavement like a hot knife through butter. The billionaire had his pedal to the metal topping out at a whopping 198 mph. Turning with each raised turn as he attempted to make a new time on the Nürburgring for the new car. The rubber burning on the street made a burnt scented fragrence that was not so splendid. Soon he spun out of control hitting not only the pole of the billboard but, Bill and his board. When everything got quite, the noice of the turn signal was all the could be heard ringing throughout the area.  The constant ticking, like the second hand on a clock rang out, as the minutes passed and no one came to help him.  Days later, driving down the road, I smell something foul, like a fungus growing on a potato and come across the accident.  All I can hear is the constant "Click Click Click" of the turn signal, and I can see is the decomposing are half fallen off in the rearview mirror.  I started to sweat like crazy, soI used the washcloth that I had to wipe my face, but to my disgust there was something moist and sticky already in it.  It was blood, I nearly jumped when I saw what was in the washcloth.  I started to run and then I smelled something really scrumptious.  It seemed to be the quintessence of blueberries!  It was coming from the trunk of the billionare's car.  I opened it up, to be greeted by thousands upon thousands of delicious blueberries.  I looked around to see I anybody was looking.  Then I heaved them all into my car, sped away, and never heard of the billionare again. getting up the next mourning was tough for I was battling with back spasms and it made it difficult to move. I reached over a pushed the button to turn on the tv and saw the billionaire's face on the news and they had a suspect and i thought "fantastic, they caught me

The billionaire sped the down the street, very ostentatious in his brand new Tesla Roadster. His new toy maneuvered the pavement like a hot knife through butter. The billionaire had his pedal to the metal topping out at a whopping 198 mph. Turning with each raised turn as he attempted to make a new time on the Nürburgring for the new car.

Blog survey

Blog Survey

1. I typically do not like English classes because I am not very good at grammar and overall forming the shape of an essay.
2. I prefer to write short Narratives because it shows where I've been in times of my life but also gives me the ability to show my emotion in what's going on around me.
3. I like to read short stories
4. When i have done essays in the past I have really despised those.
5. C
6. I do enjoy classroom discussion because it allows people to express their opinion.
7. mostly silently listen with a little contribution.
8. When I'm not in school I am either hanging out with my friends or playing volleyball.
9. Over the weekend, I stayed at home and played on my computer with my friends talking to them over skype.
10. I have trouble with grammar.

Hellen Keller Narrative

The Story of My Life

Helen Keller

Part I. The Story of My Life

Chapter IV

The most important day I remember in all my life is the one on which my teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, came to me. I am filled with wonder when I consider the immeasurable contrasts between the two lives which it connects. It was the third of March, 1887, three months before I was seven years old.

On the afternoon of that eventful day, I stood on the porch, dumb, expectant. I guessed vaguely from my mother's signs and from the hurrying to and fro in the house that something unusual was about to happen, so I went to the door and waited on the steps. The afternoon sun penetrated the mass of honeysuckle that covered the porch, and fell on my upturned face. My fingers lingered almost unconsciously on the familiar leaves and blossoms which had just come forth to greet the sweet southern spring. I did not know what the future held of marvel or surprise for me. Anger and bitterness had preyed upon me continually for weeks and a deep languor had succeeded this passionate struggle.

Have you ever been at sea in a dense fog, when it seemed as if a tangible white darkness shut you in, and the great ship, tense and anxious, groped her way toward the shore with plummet and sounding-line, and you waited with beating heart for something to happen? I was like that ship before my education began, only I was without compass or sounding-line, and had no way of knowing how near the harbour was. "Light! give me light!" was the wordless cry of my soul, and the light of love shone on me in that very hour.

I felt approaching footsteps. I stretched out my hand as I supposed to my mother. Some one took it, and I was caught up and held close in the arms of her who had come to reveal all things to me, and, more than all things else, to love me.

The morning after my teacher came she led me into her room and gave me a doll. The little blind children at the Perkins Institution had sent it and Laura Bridgman had dressed it; but I did not know this until afterward. When I had played with it a little while, Miss Sullivan slowly spelled into my hand the word "d-o-l-l." I was at once interested in this finger play and tried to imitate it. When I finally succeeded in making the letters correctly I was flushed with childish pleasure and pride. Running downstairs to my mother I held up my hand and made the letters for doll. I did not know that I was spelling a word or even that words existed; I was simply making my fingers go in monkey-like imitation. In the days that followed I learned to spell in this uncomprehending way a great many words, among them pin, hat, cup and a few verbs like sit, stand and walk. But my teacher had been with me several weeks before I understood that everything has a name.

One day, while I was playing with my new doll, Miss Sullivan put my big rag doll into my lap also, spelled "d-o-l-l" and tried to make me understand that "d-o-l-l" applied to both. Earlier in the day we had had a tussle over the words "m-u-g" and "w-a-t-e-r." Miss Sullivan had tried to impress it upon me that "m-u-g" is mug and that "w-a-t-e-r" iswater, but I persisted in confounding the two. In despair she had dropped the subject for the time, only to renew it at the first opportunity. I became impatient at her repeated attempts and, seizing the new doll, I dashed it upon the floor. I was keenly delighted when I felt the fragments of the broken doll at my feet. Neither sorrow nor regret followed my passionate outburst. I had not loved the doll. In the still, dark world in which I lived there was no strong sentiment or tenderness. I felt my teacher sweep the fragments to one side of the hearth, and I had a sense of satisfaction that the cause of my discomfort was removed. She brought me my hat, and I knew I was going out into the warm sunshine. This thought, if a wordless sensation may be called a thought, made me hop and skip with pleasure.

Helen Keller at the age of seven, 1887

We walked down the path to the well-house, attracted by the fragrance of the honeysuckle with which it was covered. Some one was drawing water and my teacher placed my hand under the spout. As the cool stream gushed over one hand she spelled into the other the word water, first slowly, then rapidly. I stood still, my whole attention fixed upon the motions of her fingers. Suddenly I felt a misty consciousness as of something forgotten--a thrill of returning thought; and somehow the mystery of language was revealed to me. I knew then that "w-a-t-e-r" meant the wonderful cool something that was flowing over my hand. That living word awakened my soul, gave it light, hope, joy, set it free! There were barriers still, it is true, but barriers that could in time be swept away.

I left the well-house eager to learn. Everything had a name, and each name gave birth to a new thought. As we returned to the house every object which I touched seemed to quiver with life. That was because I saw everything with the strange, new sight that had come to me. On entering the door I remembered the doll I had broken. I felt my way to the hearth and picked up the pieces. I tried vainly to put them together. Then my eyes filled with tears; for I realized what I had done, and for the first time I felt repentance and sorrow.

I learned a great many new words that day. I do not remember what they all were; but I do know that mother, father, sister, teacher were among them--words that were to make the world blossom for me, "like Aaron's rod, with flowers." It would have been difficult to find a happier child than I was as I lay in my crib at the close of that eventful day and lived over the joys it had brought me, and for the first time longed for a new day to come.
1.I enjoyed this narrative because it shows in insight of a completely different world.

2.What I thought was interesting was how she got into the mindset to learn with such disabilities.

3.The fact that she actually learned to sense the world around her surprised me.

4.This narrative changed my outlook of Hellen Keller by showing me what she was thinking about when she took the journey to try the learn he surroundings without sight or hearing.

5.

 1.The morning after my teacher came she led me into her room and gave me a doll. The little blind children at the Perkins Institution had sent it and Laura Bridgman had dressed it; but I did not know this until afterward. When I had played with it a little while, Miss Sullivan slowly spelled into my hand the word "d-o-l-l." I was at once interested in this finger play and tried to imitate it.

 2.I left the well-house eager to learn. Everything had a name, and each name gave birth to a new thought.

 3.Have you ever been at sea in a dense fog, when it seemed as if a tangible white darkness shut you in, and the great ship, tense and anxious, groped her way toward the shore with plummet and sounding-line, and you waited with beating heart for something to happen?

6.In my opinion a biography is just where the person went, what happened, and what happened next. However, a narrative is a biography but emotion and thought has been added in with the where and when. so more is known about what is happening. You also have a better understanding of what he person is going through.

7.

• When I went to South Africa
• When I got the rank of Eagle scout.
• Going down to Florida with the marching band
• Going to Australia

Where I'm From

I’m from the fresh citrus smell

The strange orange ball the people are proud to harvest

I’m from the ear shot of one of the Buccaneers few wins

To the faltering football town.

I’m from the familiar moving truck

To the promises of new starts

I’m from the last promise to settle down

To the finally staying.

I’m from going up to love the scarlet and gray

Huddling up to my dad as we watch coach Tressel leading us to another win

No matter getting the win or loss to always love my bucks.

I’m from meeting strange people

To loving  them like my brothers

Through thick and then no matter what always having their back.

I’m from first leaving my homeland

Seeing the world for the first time on my own

A place where one man battled the slavery

Without bloodshed.

From being skeptical of where I’m going

To seeing them in their own light.

I’m from growing up too fast

To being saved by my friends.

From going through the motions of life

To actually living it.

I’m from being scared to move on to what’s next

To not going so far.

I’m from annual summer traditions

To having lifetime memories.

Where I’m from isn’t important

What learned from there is.