My confession

Dear Joci,

          I have been holding this in for years now and its starting to eat at me. I do not know how to tell you this, but it is dying to be set free from the box inside my mind. It all happened two years ago while we were on our school Washington DC trip. It was rainy and slow morning and I just could not shake my tiredness. You told me I am  not allowed to have any coffee and even took my money. Did I mention how tired I was, my eyes were all droopy and could not focus. Honestly I don't remember promising not to drink any coffee. Plus why would I  do that I'm practical addicted to it. Anyways let's get back on track. We were walking threw some museum and the coffee sent was strong in my nose. It as begging me to drink some, how could I deny it? So when you were not looking I stole my wallet and bought a cup of coffee. Phew, now that you know I feel  much better. I guess I should also admit that it as the nastiest cup of coffee I ever drank. Next time I will try to listen to you and stay coffee free.

Ps: When going to Star Bucks do not order a ice coffee because all they do is pour black coffee over ice, yuck. 

                 Yours truly, Leah

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Rejection interview

Good morning everyone today I am here with Zach. Today we will learn about his fight against constant rejection.
Me: Good morning, how are you doing.
Zach: I'm doing great thanks
Me: Well that's good. Are ready to begin?
Zach: Yes.
Me: Have you ever felt like you were being repeatedly rejected.
Zach: Yes
Me: What were you rejected at?
Zach: Employment.
Me: How did it make you feel?
Zach: Well it makes me feel like a lot of times people judge a book by its cover. Isn't that what an resume is? It's your cover to your book. Some covers look more appealing while others look more bland.
Me: Well that is an interesting way of looking at it. Did you feel as if your resume was bland compared to other?
Zach: No I feel like experience plays a major role.
Me: I agree experience does play a big role. Did you ever have the feeling to just give up?
Zach: Yes, a few times actually. But I knew that would not help me at all so I kept on sending applications and finally it paid off.
Me: Well that is good to hear that after all the rejection you recevied paid off in the end. So what separated you from others, what keep you from giving up?
Zach: I needed money
(The crowed erupts into laughter)
Me: That's quite a reason. Now how long did it take for you to get your job?
 Zach: Four months
Me: That's is a long time. Do you feel like something was holding you back?
Zach: Umm, I feel as if time itself was a major factor because each job application is diffrent. Some may take thirty minutes while other take two hours.
Me: Wow two hours that's along time. How did you manage to over come this?
Zach: By focusing on what I wanted and what I had to do to get there.
Me: Focusing is definitely a key componet. Are you glade you didn't give up?
Zach: Yes it paid off.
Me: If you could go back would you chose to go threw all the rejection again to get where you are now?
Zach: Yes with out a doubt.
Me: Well thank you Zach for your participation in our quest to learn your feeling and experienceing repeated rejection. Any final words or advice for people who may be in you situation?
Zach: Yes, never give up on something you really want.
Me: Well thank you again for joining us. We shall see you again soon, bye everyone.

Frankinstein

I believe supernatural is most effective because it grabs the readers attention. It allows for the reader to get a sense of mystery and power, since supernatural is associated with magic and superheroes. An example from Frankenstein would be when Victor brought the creature to life using electricity. When the creature came to life it was not the normal way of giving birth but threw a supernatural way. It left a mystery for the reader, guessing how the creature will turn out. Since Frankenstein is not a superhero movie but more closer to science fiction the ending was not so easy to guess. Another exsample from Frankenstein would be when he creature speaks to Victor. No one would have guessed he would have such great diction as he does. Just looking at him and or reading about him they would assume he could not speak, but just made groaning sounds. The creature speaking shocked readers and leaving then wonder what else he is capable of. When using supernatural it keeps the readers on there toes and interested in what will happen next that's why I believe it is most effective. 

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Ghost Stories

Mary Shelly's opening to the novel Frankenstein is shown threw four letters, between Robert Walton and his sister Margaret telling of his expedition, to the North Pole, to discover the seat of magnetism. Robert Walton writes to his sister telling her the knowledge he hopes to obtain and his longing to have someone by his side. In one of his letters he tells his sister he has taken a new passenger on his voyage. This stranger is very sick looking as if he has been traveling alone in the cold for days. Robert tells his sister how drawn he is to the stranger how he fascinates him. In the last letter he ends by telling his sister how the stranger he has healed back to life is going to tell him his story. If I had to write a ghost story I would begin it by starting with journal entry's from the past. My story would be about a haunted mansion and a new young family moving in. I would begin my story with the young family's children stumbling upon an old journal that belonged to the daughter of first owners of the mansion. In the journal the children will learn the history of the mansion and all the wrong that has occurred there, also the reason why its haunted. By using a journal in the beginning to start off will foreshadow to events latter on in the story much like Mary Shelly did with her four letters.

Unexpected

I have just finished my first year at my minimum wage job at a local daycare in town. It is time for my evaluation and my boss seems extremely happy. At first my thoughts go negative thinking; she is existed to let me go, but not before telling me how much I have messed up. I fear shes going to tell me the children I watch and adore hate me and the parents have complained and want to see me fired. I take a seat across from her taking deep breaths trying not to cry or panic. It is just a job I keep telling my self hoping it will make it easier when she tells me, "Your fired". Right as she is about to begin the phone rings and I release a breath of air I did not know I was holding on to. The conversation does not last long enough for me to come to terms with the fact that this might be my last day. She flashes me a big creepy smile before laughing like she just heard the most funniest joke ever. I stare at her bewildered waiting for her to calm back down. "Darling" she says but to my ears it just sounds like shes trying to patronize me. I bite my tongue trying to not lash out on her and waiting patiently for her to continue. "Do not look so worried you look as if someone kicked your puppy" she tells me flashing me her business smile. I try to relax but no amount of reassuring words are helping my nerves. She sits back and goes threw some papers on her desk before looking up at me. As I watch her I am mentally asking my self if I really believe she will fire me. When my eyes meet hers I see her nodding her head and I panic again thinking she has read my mind. But what she tells me takes me by surprise. I am so shocked I ask her if she could repeat her self. "You have done an excellent job here, better then I ever thought you would" she repeats as a smile begins to grow upon my face and my worries run away. I thank her repeatedly causing her to laugh again. "Were you worried?" she asks me with an eye brow raised. I nod my head telling her the truth knowing she could read my emotions clear on my face. My boss is the nicest lady you can meet but the fact she held my work future in her hands had me scared. She shook her head at me in disbelief. "You thought I was going to let you go" It was not a question but more of a statement so I remained silent. "The kids love you here I would be a fool to let you go" she tells me while returning to her paper work. In my head I am thanking the world for allowing me to remain at my job I do not think I could have taken it well if she truly did fire me. As I stand up thinking we are done she holds her hand up to halt my motions. "Just wanted to let you know I am moving you to head monitor in the toddlers room do not disappoint me" she says before shooing me away. I walk out of her office with a permanent smile on my face, proud of my self for completing me first year and coming out better then before. I would now be in charge of not just the children but the other monitor that works with me. Looking back now I do not know why I was nerves when really I had nothing to be worried about everything ended well in the end.               

An Ant Hill Out Of A Molehill

A time when I had a responsibility that I did not think I could handle was when I was told to watch my little brother for a hour to an hour and half. We are only three years apart and I was no older then twelve at the time. Which made him nine and no nine year old likes to listen, well at least he did not. Also since I am not to tall and neither is he, but in his mind he is, he believed he should be in charge. What he did not understand is when your put in charge of someone else what they do becomes your fault also. What he really just wanted is to have the ability to tell me what to do. Since he is so rambunctious some times I did not believe I could handle him on my own. But in the end it was not as bad as I first imagined. We got along that day perfectly well and he did every thing I instructed him to do. Which was a success since our parents did not come home to the house burnt down. If I am being honest I would have to say I really enjoyed watching him; we had a lot of fun. I do not regret being giving this responsibility even though at first it seemed like to much.    

Forgot...Wait...No!

I just arrived in New Jersey at my vacation destination when I realize I have forgot something very important. I look into my passenger seat not seeing my Kindle in it and admittedly start to freak out. I search every where in my car coming up empty handed. Even though I am all the way in New Jersey I contemplate whither or not if I was going to turn around and make the eight hour and forty-six minuet drive back home just to get it. I mean my kindle is so worth going five hundred and fifty-one point five miles and spending eighty-four dollars and fifty-seven cents, isn't it? Plus how would I survive a whole week with out it? Yeah I know I would not, I would be enraged with boredom or even suffering from withdrawal. Just thinking about spending this whole week, seven days, one hundred and sixty-eight hours, ten thousand and eighty minuets, six hundred and four thousand and eight hundred seconds, terrified me to death. Unconscionably a million of irrational scenarios swarmed threw my head. Like what if I never get back to Ohio because a tornado wipes it off the map, or what if the world ends, or even what if some one breaks into my house and steals it. During this whole little freak out of mine I did not notice I was angrily hitting my horn disturbing the neighbors. I look threw my windshield seeing the neighbor to the left of my house staring at me like I have lost my mind. I sigh deeply before getting out of my car and waving to the petrified neighbor. She made a funny face and then walked back into her house. I quietly laughed to my self while getting my things and walking to the door. This has to be some bad dream right? I just could not believe I forgot my Kindle, it is like my right hand I take it every where. Walking around my vacation home I promise my self to make it to the library to buy a new book satisfying my displeasure, well at least until I finish the book.