Week 3: Hard Candy

So Mr. Briggs didn't give us something to write about this week. So I guess I'll talk about this recent movie I watched. The movie was called Hard Candy. It was about this guy who meets young girls online, and then actually meets them in person. He met this one girl who was fourteen, and she wanted to meet him in person. Well they ended up going to his house, and keep in mind, I think this man's 37, and he's a photographer also, and she ended up drugging him, then he passed out, and she tied him to a chair. She searched through his whole house, looking for something that would prove he's a pedofile. Throughout the whole entire movie he's tied up, and she searches the house, finds a safe, and opens it up. Sure enough, she finds the evidence she needs that proves he's a pedofile. He ends up getting out of the chair, chasing after her, he gets knocked out, and then when he wakes up again, he's tied to a table. Weird right? Since she now knows he's a pedofile, which she should of known from the start of talking to him on the internet right? She decides to take something of his that's very precious to him. Which if you want to know, you'd have to watch the movie. I'm attempting to keep this school appropriate. Well after that a few more things happen, yadda yadda, and the ending...I cannot say.

Week 2: Crypt and People Watching.

Did you ever lay in bed at night thinking about how you can't see what's going on around you? How there might just be someone by the side of your bed hovering over you watching you sleep? I can say that was one of my fears as a little kid. I hated the dark, it was my worse enemy growing up. I'd be in bed, have the light on, be almost asleep, and someone would walk by and turn the light off. But the switch is all the way on the other side of the room, would I dare to get up and turn it on again? I'd sit up in the bed looking around listening to my own self breathing. Thinking about in the pitch black of the room, someone was in there watching me. Then finally when I couldn't take it anymore, I'd lean to the edge of my bed, look at the glowing part of the lightswitch, and make a run for it. Running through my room, I finally get to the switch. I'm safe. I look around the room to make sure there's no one around. No one to watch me sleep. As I had a fear of people watching me while I sleep, I also had a fear of people being in the closet watching me. Crazy huh? My closet wasn't quite big. But it was big enough for a person to be in there. You know how when you're scared you make sure that you can't see what you'd be afraid of? Like keeping the closet door shut so you wouldn't ever see the person watching you. I was a rebel, closet door wide open, and I watched it as I drifted to sleep. Ever watched Tales of the Crypt? The skeleton man that tells you the stories in the beginning. Ever felt like he was following you around everywhere you went? I did. In our house we have a long hallway upstairs. My room was right by my parents room, and my sister's and brothers room were all the way on the other side. Our stairs were in the middle of the hallway, maybe a bit closer to my room. I'd want to go down to my sisters room, and as I walked, I felt he was behind me. Always. He was always behind me. Creeping closer, I'd walk faster. But as a little kid you use your imagination right? Well how did I keep the Crypt guy from coming to get me? I'd use my superpower! I always thought when I was younger that if I would sing, they would go away. Maybe my parents thought I was just musical, but little did they know I'd sing to keep creepy Crypt guys and people watching me away. I'd run down the hallways singing just so I could get to my room safely. Since I had a problem with thinking all these people were coming to get me, do you think I slept in my own bed ALONE? Sure, I'd start off in my bed, but once I knew my sister was asleep, she'd be waking up to me in the morning. For years I thought this, back then it was scary to me, but now...it seem a bit funny.

Week 1: Definition of Poem

My definition of poetry really kind of varies. I think poetry is another way of expressing your feelings that you have towards things, and people. It’s a good way to show your emotions, in a mysterious kind of way. Poetry never really gives you everything like a story does, it just kind of drops you in the setting, and you have to make up what you think happened before, or after. It’s a good way to let things out and show how you really feel, and you don’t have to give a whole entire story as to why. You tell how you feel, and that’s it. You can tell your emotion in a poem, and you don’t even need a reason as to why you’re feeling it. In poems you can show how you feel towards a person, thing, or even just how you're feeling in general. It doesn't even have to be something you feel. It could be something you see that someone else feels. Poetry is a way for the person who's reading it to feel exactly how you feel. You see in the eyes of another person when you read poems. Poems are something that can start out as just a few lines jolted out, and end up becoming a big masterpiece that everyone recites. It just all really depends on what person you're asking what a poem means to. But that is what I get out of it.