Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Reading Response
The book that i was previously reading was called, Access Denied. This book was about a girl named Erin Swift and how she's in the seventh grade and is a normal teenage girl. She goes to middle school and has an overprotective mother. Her mother checks up on everything, if Erin would want to go to the movies her mother would go online and check if its G or PG or PG-13 or R. She would only allow her daughter to see G and PG. Erin also has her first boyfriend. Her mom isn't to thrilled about it but Erin doesn't really care. But at the same time dating her boyfriend, Erin has a crush on a boy named Mark. Eventually, at the end Erin had quit the seventh grade year.
Response to My Papa'sWaltz
My Papa's Waltz
The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.
We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother's countenance
Could not unfrown itself.
The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.
You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.
When i read this poem i thought that this poem was about a father abusing his son. When we talked about this poem in class a one or two kids thought that this poem was about a father and son playing around. But i don't believe that. I think that this poem is about abuse. For example, when the poet says The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; i think that means that the father was beating his son on the hand. which means that his father was abusing him.
The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.
We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother's countenance
Could not unfrown itself.
The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.
You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.
When i read this poem i thought that this poem was about a father abusing his son. When we talked about this poem in class a one or two kids thought that this poem was about a father and son playing around. But i don't believe that. I think that this poem is about abuse. For example, when the poet says The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; i think that means that the father was beating his son on the hand. which means that his father was abusing him.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
3 other blog response
Amani: I love how Amani goes into great description. Every single post she writes, I can tell she really puts a lot of time and effort into it.
Emma: I like how emma has great ideas and comes up with things out of the ordinary. I liker her creativity and the way she puts things together.
Isabella: I like how she gives what she truly feels in her blogposts. I can tell she deeply thinks about what shes typing.
Emma: I like how emma has great ideas and comes up with things out of the ordinary. I liker her creativity and the way she puts things together.
Isabella: I like how she gives what she truly feels in her blogposts. I can tell she deeply thinks about what shes typing.
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