Authors Note: This is a comparative essay between two characters, One from the Hunger Games series and one from the book The Fighting Ground.
If the government was doing something you disagree with would you just go with the flow or would you try to make a difference and rebel against government? Both characters Katniss from the Hunger Games series and Jonathon from the book The Fighting Ground would rebel against what the government said. That is one of the many similarities they share.
One Thing that’s similar is they both share in common is they both go out to find themselves outnumbered by enemies, for Jonathon when he is hiding from the Hessians and Katniss in the first book when she is surrounded by Peeta and the other stronger people in the hunger games.
Also they both tend to not do what there told. For example In the beginning of the book Jonathon disobeys his parents when they tell him not to fight in the battle he goes out and fights anyways, Katniss when she’s in district thirteen she never followed her schedule that was put on her arm every day.
One big difference is why they are fighting. Jonathon is fighting just because he wants to know what it’s like to fight in a battle. Katniss is fighting in the hunger games because she is protecting her sister. The second time is because she is forced to. When she’s fighting in the rebellion she is fighting for revenge. Another small difference is there weapon of choice. Jonathon’s is a musket and Katniss’s is a bow and arrow.
One more difference that doesn’t make that big of a difference is that The Fighting Ground took place in the past and the Hunger Games series takes place in the future. Overall they are very similar but have one major reason, and that is what’s driving them to keep going in there fights.
SO over all they are about the same. If you watched the way they acted you might even think that they are brother and sister.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
The Almost Perfect Year
The Almost Perfect Year
Chapter1
Authors Note: This is my short story for language arts there are three chapters
It was the second last day of school and Alex couldn’t believe it. He had had a great year of school. He had been named the captain of both the basketball and baseball team. Additionally he was also the only freshman to make the soccer team and start as well. Also to his surprise he has gotten through the year so far scot-free in the classrooms and had a good chance of it finishing the year that way and quite possibly on the honor roll. Or so he thought.
With a few minutes left in his last class Ms. Watson -- the much hated language arts teacher -- gave the class a twelve page persuasive essay on why striped sweaters are better than plaid sweaters. Instantly the class groaned.
“Do you want it to be fifteen pages?” Ms. Watson asked the class quickly silenced themselves. “That’s better,” Ms. Watson said, “Oh and it’s all due tomorrow unless you want to see me in summer school.”
“Can we state why plaid shirts are better than striped sweaters?” Alex’s classmate asked.
“No!” Ms. Watson yelled as if annoyed by the question
On the bus ride home Alex and Tom his best friend talked about how they hated Ms. Watson.
“This time she went too far,” Tom stated. “Is she insane? How are we supposed to finish a twelve page essay on sweaters?”
“I don't know,” I said, “do you think she’s actually trying to make us better writers or torture us until were insane just like her?”
“Well I'm not going to do it because there’s no way I can finish this,” Tom said.
“Me either so what do you want to do when we get home??”
“Well I would like to shoot some hoops with you, but I can’t. I have to go out to dinner with my grandparents.”
“Ok your loss,” Alex said. “Well it’s my stop I’ll see you tomorrow. “
“Bye,” Tom said.
When Alex got off the bus he didn’t even try to start the essay, Instead he changed into his athletic shorts and shirt and shot a hundred free throws. After this he practiced driving to the hoop and some pull up jumpers. Next he hit a bucket of balls and then threw the bucket of balls from a farther distance away to substitute long toss with a partner to improve arm strength. After this he ran two miles then followed this by practicing his dribbling for both soccer and basketball. After that he finally finished his workout by doing sprints.
After his workout he went inside and watched some TV while is mom made dinner. During dinner he told his mom that the horrid Ms. Watson had given the class a twelve page persuasive essay on why striped sweaters are better than plaid sweaters and how he wasn’t planning on even attempting on it. The first thing his mom said was, “That’s absurd. Plaid sweaters are definitely better than striped ones. Second of all, you are going to attempt it. You will not sleep until it is perfected to my approval.”
All in a Nights Hard Work
Chapter 2
While Alex was pushing his peas around his plate, he started to plan out how he was going to take down this monster of an assignment. He was thinking about trying to ask his siblings for which type of sweater they preferred and to make a big graph or something to take up space on page six and a couple pictures of plaid and striped sweaters for page one and three, but he knew in order to find enough words to write about sweaters he would need to do some research.
“May I be excused? I have to write my essay,” Alex said.
“Yes. Remember to put your dishes in the dishwasher,” said his mom.
“I will,” Alex said.
So Alex walked to the dishwasher and put his dishes in. Next he walked upstairs to the computer. He started by looking up striped sweaters at sweaters.com. He found out that striped sweaters are more comfortable because the color design is less complex therefore there is less dye color switch rubbing. Also he found out that people who wear plaid sweaters get more rashes.
Next he looked up plaid sweaters at ipsa.com (ipsa stands for international plaid sweaters association). He found out that more celebrities wore plaid sweaters. Also more plaid sweaters were bought last year than striped sweaters.
And then there was a knock at the door.
His mom then asked, “How’s it going?”
“Ok I guess,” he responded back.
His mom then asked, “Are you almost done?”
“Not even close. I haven’t started actually writing it.”
“You better hurry up,” she then responded back.
“I will, I will,” he said
After that he started to type and type for eleven and a half hours straight and when he stopped he couldn’t believe he did it but he did. He finished the horrid twelve page essay on sweaters. He quickly stapled it together and jumped in bed.
The Turn in
Chapter 3
Beep beep beep!!! Beep beep beep!!! Beep beep beep!!!
“Time For school,” His mom hollered from down the hall.
“But I just went to bed!” Said Alex
With his complaint Alex got out of bed. Took off his sleep wear and put on a plaid shirt, as if to mock Ms. Watson’s hate for them.
Right as he got his pants on his mom called up from the kitchen,” Breakfasts ready”
Ah the one thing he could look forward to, breakfast. As he walked down the stairs he could smell the bacon and the chocolate in the chocolate chip pancakes. Right when he reached the table he grabbed a piece of bacon and two pancakes and shoved them in a plastic bag to eat on the bus.
“Did you finish your report?” His mom asked
“Ya, I did”, He replied
“Make sure it’s in your backpack so you don't forget it.”, his mom said
“I will”, he said.
“Good, now hurry up. You’re going to be late” His mom said
“I will I will” he said
With that he was out the door. After he exited his house he walked out of his garage and then down the sidewalk to the bus stop. To his surprise Tom wasn’t there. Since Tom wasn’t there he had on one to talk to. Because he had no one to talk to he waited for the bus by himself .and then got on and sat down by himself. Then he ate his pancakes and bacon. When he finished his food he looked out the window till the bus arrived at school. When he got there all of his classes went well, doing your average last day of school stuff. After lunch he wondered how many people would have to go to summer school. Probably everyone but him he thought.
When he finally got to language arts Ms Watson was already making a list of people that were going to be in summer school with her. When Alex grabbed his report and started to walk her way to turn it in.
Right before he got to her she stopped him and asked, “What that is in your hands?”
“My report” he said
“Are you dumb or stupid? If you checked my language arts website like you are supposed to every day you would have noticed that you need to turn this in in a three ring binder, not stapled together all sloppily”
“Come on Ms. Watson” Alex complained.
“There’s not much I can do for you here Alex. Looks like I’ll see you in summer school Alex.” Ms Watson said
The End
Chapter1
Authors Note: This is my short story for language arts there are three chapters
It was the second last day of school and Alex couldn’t believe it. He had had a great year of school. He had been named the captain of both the basketball and baseball team. Additionally he was also the only freshman to make the soccer team and start as well. Also to his surprise he has gotten through the year so far scot-free in the classrooms and had a good chance of it finishing the year that way and quite possibly on the honor roll. Or so he thought.
With a few minutes left in his last class Ms. Watson -- the much hated language arts teacher -- gave the class a twelve page persuasive essay on why striped sweaters are better than plaid sweaters. Instantly the class groaned.
“Do you want it to be fifteen pages?” Ms. Watson asked the class quickly silenced themselves. “That’s better,” Ms. Watson said, “Oh and it’s all due tomorrow unless you want to see me in summer school.”
“Can we state why plaid shirts are better than striped sweaters?” Alex’s classmate asked.
“No!” Ms. Watson yelled as if annoyed by the question
On the bus ride home Alex and Tom his best friend talked about how they hated Ms. Watson.
“This time she went too far,” Tom stated. “Is she insane? How are we supposed to finish a twelve page essay on sweaters?”
“I don't know,” I said, “do you think she’s actually trying to make us better writers or torture us until were insane just like her?”
“Well I'm not going to do it because there’s no way I can finish this,” Tom said.
“Me either so what do you want to do when we get home??”
“Well I would like to shoot some hoops with you, but I can’t. I have to go out to dinner with my grandparents.”
“Ok your loss,” Alex said. “Well it’s my stop I’ll see you tomorrow. “
“Bye,” Tom said.
When Alex got off the bus he didn’t even try to start the essay, Instead he changed into his athletic shorts and shirt and shot a hundred free throws. After this he practiced driving to the hoop and some pull up jumpers. Next he hit a bucket of balls and then threw the bucket of balls from a farther distance away to substitute long toss with a partner to improve arm strength. After this he ran two miles then followed this by practicing his dribbling for both soccer and basketball. After that he finally finished his workout by doing sprints.
After his workout he went inside and watched some TV while is mom made dinner. During dinner he told his mom that the horrid Ms. Watson had given the class a twelve page persuasive essay on why striped sweaters are better than plaid sweaters and how he wasn’t planning on even attempting on it. The first thing his mom said was, “That’s absurd. Plaid sweaters are definitely better than striped ones. Second of all, you are going to attempt it. You will not sleep until it is perfected to my approval.”
All in a Nights Hard Work
Chapter 2
While Alex was pushing his peas around his plate, he started to plan out how he was going to take down this monster of an assignment. He was thinking about trying to ask his siblings for which type of sweater they preferred and to make a big graph or something to take up space on page six and a couple pictures of plaid and striped sweaters for page one and three, but he knew in order to find enough words to write about sweaters he would need to do some research.
“May I be excused? I have to write my essay,” Alex said.
“Yes. Remember to put your dishes in the dishwasher,” said his mom.
“I will,” Alex said.
So Alex walked to the dishwasher and put his dishes in. Next he walked upstairs to the computer. He started by looking up striped sweaters at sweaters.com. He found out that striped sweaters are more comfortable because the color design is less complex therefore there is less dye color switch rubbing. Also he found out that people who wear plaid sweaters get more rashes.
Next he looked up plaid sweaters at ipsa.com (ipsa stands for international plaid sweaters association). He found out that more celebrities wore plaid sweaters. Also more plaid sweaters were bought last year than striped sweaters.
And then there was a knock at the door.
His mom then asked, “How’s it going?”
“Ok I guess,” he responded back.
His mom then asked, “Are you almost done?”
“Not even close. I haven’t started actually writing it.”
“You better hurry up,” she then responded back.
“I will, I will,” he said
After that he started to type and type for eleven and a half hours straight and when he stopped he couldn’t believe he did it but he did. He finished the horrid twelve page essay on sweaters. He quickly stapled it together and jumped in bed.
The Turn in
Chapter 3
Beep beep beep!!! Beep beep beep!!! Beep beep beep!!!
“Time For school,” His mom hollered from down the hall.
“But I just went to bed!” Said Alex
With his complaint Alex got out of bed. Took off his sleep wear and put on a plaid shirt, as if to mock Ms. Watson’s hate for them.
Right as he got his pants on his mom called up from the kitchen,” Breakfasts ready”
Ah the one thing he could look forward to, breakfast. As he walked down the stairs he could smell the bacon and the chocolate in the chocolate chip pancakes. Right when he reached the table he grabbed a piece of bacon and two pancakes and shoved them in a plastic bag to eat on the bus.
“Did you finish your report?” His mom asked
“Ya, I did”, He replied
“Make sure it’s in your backpack so you don't forget it.”, his mom said
“I will”, he said.
“Good, now hurry up. You’re going to be late” His mom said
“I will I will” he said
With that he was out the door. After he exited his house he walked out of his garage and then down the sidewalk to the bus stop. To his surprise Tom wasn’t there. Since Tom wasn’t there he had on one to talk to. Because he had no one to talk to he waited for the bus by himself .and then got on and sat down by himself. Then he ate his pancakes and bacon. When he finished his food he looked out the window till the bus arrived at school. When he got there all of his classes went well, doing your average last day of school stuff. After lunch he wondered how many people would have to go to summer school. Probably everyone but him he thought.
When he finally got to language arts Ms Watson was already making a list of people that were going to be in summer school with her. When Alex grabbed his report and started to walk her way to turn it in.
Right before he got to her she stopped him and asked, “What that is in your hands?”
“My report” he said
“Are you dumb or stupid? If you checked my language arts website like you are supposed to every day you would have noticed that you need to turn this in in a three ring binder, not stapled together all sloppily”
“Come on Ms. Watson” Alex complained.
“There’s not much I can do for you here Alex. Looks like I’ll see you in summer school Alex.” Ms Watson said
The End
Monday, December 12, 2011
The fighting Ground Conflict response.
Authors Note: This is a response to a conflict in the beginning of a book called"The Fighting Ground"
One Conflict in my book that I am describing is whether or not Jonathon is going to go fight in the war. His dad doesn’t approve of him going to war which only drives Jonathon more. Since his father doesn’t want him to he asks his mom if he can go in to town to see if there is any new news about the British troops. She reluctantly lets him go, but makes him promise to come back after he hears the news. Jonathon goes into town seeing it as a way to get into the war. So when he gets down into town the new news is that there are redcoats coming this way and they need everyone they can get to help fend them off. Hearing this Jonathon volunteers and goes off into battle without his parents knowing.
I do not think doing this is a smart idea because Jonathon doesn’t know what war is really like and is going to get hurt. Jonathon has good intentions because all he really wants to do is please his dad when really all he needs to do to please his dad is help out around the house. Over all this conflict did not get resolved because Jonathon neither pleased nor helped the situation at home.
One Conflict in my book that I am describing is whether or not Jonathon is going to go fight in the war. His dad doesn’t approve of him going to war which only drives Jonathon more. Since his father doesn’t want him to he asks his mom if he can go in to town to see if there is any new news about the British troops. She reluctantly lets him go, but makes him promise to come back after he hears the news. Jonathon goes into town seeing it as a way to get into the war. So when he gets down into town the new news is that there are redcoats coming this way and they need everyone they can get to help fend them off. Hearing this Jonathon volunteers and goes off into battle without his parents knowing.
I do not think doing this is a smart idea because Jonathon doesn’t know what war is really like and is going to get hurt. Jonathon has good intentions because all he really wants to do is please his dad when really all he needs to do to please his dad is help out around the house. Over all this conflict did not get resolved because Jonathon neither pleased nor helped the situation at home.
Friday, December 9, 2011
The Forgotten Child
Authors Note: This is a short story din the point of view of a scared little kid that's all on his own
It was a dark night right around midnight in the middle of January and Kevin was all by himself in a dark ally. He was all huddled up right next to the dumpster, teeth chattering. Every once in a while he would see a homeless guy dig through one of the many trash cans. One of the homeless guys offered him a half eaten apple, but he politely declined as if he were still at the fancy restaurant with his parents before they got into a fight and forgot him. He got scared so he said he had to go to the bathroom and when he got back they were gone. He waited for what felt like hours and then finally just got up and left. Then he wandered around the city for hours more looking for his parents and then finally collapsed giving up hope right where he is now.
It was a dark night right around midnight in the middle of January and Kevin was all by himself in a dark ally. He was all huddled up right next to the dumpster, teeth chattering. Every once in a while he would see a homeless guy dig through one of the many trash cans. One of the homeless guys offered him a half eaten apple, but he politely declined as if he were still at the fancy restaurant with his parents before they got into a fight and forgot him. He got scared so he said he had to go to the bathroom and when he got back they were gone. He waited for what felt like hours and then finally just got up and left. Then he wandered around the city for hours more looking for his parents and then finally collapsed giving up hope right where he is now.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
The Routine
Authors Note: This short story is based off the first sentence that my Language Arts teacher gave the class to make a short story from.
“Are you crazy? Its four o’clock in the morning!” said Bill
“no its actually five o’clock in the morning. You forgot to change your
clocks for daylight savings time” said Tom.
After hearing that Bill got up out of bed and got dressed for his morning chores on the farm. Before starting them he and Tom went downstairs and ate some scrambled eggs that their mom had just made from their own chickens eggs. With the eggs they had a cup of milk and a couple strips of bacon.
After they ate they put their dishes in the sink and walked outside.
Their routines each started in chicken coop collecting the eggs and feeding the chickens next they fed the sheep, then the pigs. After that they went to the stables and fed the horses that each year competed in competition at the state fair. They ended their daily routine by milking the cows which was both Bill and Tom’s favorite job. It was their favorite because they turned it into a competition to see who could get the most milk. Today Tom was victorious.
Now that they were done with their daily chores they washed up and got on the bus for school.
“Are you crazy? Its four o’clock in the morning!” said Bill
“no its actually five o’clock in the morning. You forgot to change your
clocks for daylight savings time” said Tom.
After hearing that Bill got up out of bed and got dressed for his morning chores on the farm. Before starting them he and Tom went downstairs and ate some scrambled eggs that their mom had just made from their own chickens eggs. With the eggs they had a cup of milk and a couple strips of bacon.
After they ate they put their dishes in the sink and walked outside.
Their routines each started in chicken coop collecting the eggs and feeding the chickens next they fed the sheep, then the pigs. After that they went to the stables and fed the horses that each year competed in competition at the state fair. They ended their daily routine by milking the cows which was both Bill and Tom’s favorite job. It was their favorite because they turned it into a competition to see who could get the most milk. Today Tom was victorious.
Now that they were done with their daily chores they washed up and got on the bus for school.
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