Wife Swap

After watching the Wife Swap video I saw, and heard, many ideas on what people thought was considered "right" or "okay" within a family. Well, firstly I think that families should spend time together. That's a given. Whether it be dinner or playing games bonding is very important. Secondly, I feel like kids should have an equal balance between work and play. Kids shouldn't have to spend five days at school followed by a bunch of extra work with no days off. However, kids shouldn't just be able to run around wild. That wouldn't lead to anything good. 

Next, this was probably the biggest problem people would have had with that all, is respect. I think that everyone in the house should respect each other. Wife, husband, child, anyone. They should all respect each other. I also believe that work around the house should be spread around the family equally. Though most people would find it stereotypical that a mans place is working to provide for the family and a womens place would be in the kitchen, at home, cooking, cleaning, and taking care of kids. I think that the family should split those duties equally. I really don't think we should have labels or stereotypes for what a persons roll is in the family.

Favorite Literature

   “And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

    And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,

    And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

            Shall be lifted—nevermore!”

 This last stanza from Edgar Allan Poe’s The Raven is one of my favorite pieces of literature. I really like it because it shows that no matter what the narrator tries the raven will not go away. I also like the way it uses figurative language and the repetition of “Nevermore”.  My seventh grade English class at Cherokee had to read this piece. I don’t just like this piece though, I like Edgar Alan Poe’s work in general. I think that the way he uses figurative language to paint a picture into the readers head is incredible but I also absolutely like the overall theme of his work. I like how dark and eerie his poetry is.  The reason that this piece has stuck into my head over all this time is because my class had to memorize the first and last stanza of this piece and repeat it back to my teacher. The overall theme of this piece alone though has made it stick into my head. I like how the author puts so much emotion into his work and you can feel the dread and emptiness the narrator has. 

Significant Objects

I have plenty of objects that hold a lot of value to me, but none rank higher on my list than all of my guitars. I have currently got four guitars, but if I had never given any up I would have seven. I have been playing guitar for about seven years. My very first guitar I got for my birthday. It was a cheap $40.00 First Act acoustic from Walmart. With that guitar I started trying to learn as much as possible. The first riff I had learned was from a family friend, he taught me Bulls on Parade by Rage Against the Machine. After many months of playing and begging my parents, they had decided to get me an electric. It was yet again another cheap first act, this time from Toys R Us. The guitar came with a strap, extra strings, an amp, and an input jack. When I took the guitar out we realized it had a problem. The guitar input had went into the body. I had to wait for my dad to get home before we could fix it. It was worth the wait.

After a few weeks on my electric my dad’s friend gave me a digital effect petal. It made a much better sound than just the amp. Around this time I had started trying to learn more complicated music. I remember thinking I was incredible when I learned the main riff to Battery by Metallica. After a few more months of playing my electric my dad surprised me with the best gift I had received. It was a $250.00 acoustic Greg Bennett custom guitar. This was my last guitar for quite a while. Since this guitar came from my dad, it is the one I care most about and is by far my favorite. After a couple years my siblings and I were moved to my grandparents. I had lost my first acoustic and first electric in the move. After begging for two years they finally got me a new electric for Christmas. It was yet again a cheap guitar, but it was a Fender Starcaster. A knock off of a Stratocaster.

During the summer I was friends with a girl who had a Michael Kelly Patriot Decree guitar that she didn’t use. She asked her dad and he had allowed her to give it to me. Around this time I had a new amp so it was a much better sound than my Starcaster. I decided to give my Starcaster to my cousin. They were eager to learn. I played around a bunch on my Patriot for about a year until I had saved enough money to buy a new guitar. This one was a $300.00 Jackson Dinky guitar with a Floyd Rose. This guitar was ideal for the music I was into at the time (Metallica, Avenged Sevenfold, Slipknot ect.). After all these guitars and all the years of playing I have still never had an acoustic electric. So last December for Christmas I had asked for a used Ibanez acoustic electric guitar. My grandparents got it for me. The four guitars I have left include: The Greg Bennett acoustic my dad got me, my Patriot that had came from a friend, my Jackson, and my Ibanez acoustic electric. I These objects are significant to me because music is what has always helped me through hard times, so I love having the ability to be able to produce music myself. 

Winter

In a town as dull and boring as a smoky grey sky,

Overhead, the charcoal black birds fly

Taking the life of the once pine green forest

Leaving them auburn, with no remorse

Soon to cover them with the cotton white snow

We sit wondering where did the sky blue weather go?

Now in the dull colorless winter

Wishing things weren’t so bitter

Grey

Grey

His life had turned to smoke

His rainbow was now a cannonball streak through the sky

His once warm blanket was now elephant skin

His once colorful rug was now a slab of cloudy concrete

He tries to speak, but there’s nothing he can say

He begins to choke

His acid tears fall as he begins to cry

He did not wish to be this, drowning in sin

His life, now as colorless as an old abandoned street

Acrostic

Everything is completely

Blacked

Out

Nothing

You can see

Haikus

Blue Violet

Blue as an ocean

Blue-er than my current mood

Blue is my color

Blueberry Buckled

Blueberry Buckle

As blue as a jar of tears

I am so depressed

Aphrodite

Color of the wise

The smartest of the smart

I am a smart guy