When I was 12 years old, I was scared of depths. I'm still afraid of that. When I was 10 years old or so, I was swimming in the middle of the lake that my family and I travel to in the summer. I was thrown from a tube I was riding, and I looked down under the surface and I couldn't see anything except the refracting light of the sun. Since I can't see anything, I'm afraid of something grabbing me and pulling me into the emptiness where I can't breathe. I'm not afraid of heights like my father. Heights aren't that scary, it's just the fall and the sudden stop at the end that is scary. Unlike depths, I can think and see clearly with heights.
What similar with the fear of depths and the island is that their both unknown to people. And that scares the poop out of people.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
We used many good internet resources in the English 11 class and it was beneficial to my writing skills. My personal favorite was when we created the group wiki pages, which were fun. There was something that I didn’t like through. I am afraid of viruses and spy ware getting on my computer at home, so I feel uncomfortable when I work at home. Other than that, it helped improve my writing skills. That must be true because I got a C last year in English, and this first semester I got a B. Maybe less internet work so we don’t have to do it at home.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Macbeth says, “There are daggers in men’s smiles.” It confuses me to what this means. It could mean that when someone is happy, or when they “smile,” it could make someone else angry or sad. The only time that this has happened to me is when me and my friends are playing star wars battlefront 2 for Xbox, they’ll pick on me when I can’t shoot many enemies. They like to pick on me a lot for not being very good at many games. They will even try to switch teams so that they are against me and they kill me right as I reappear. Also, they joke about me when we’ve played other games like the video game Halo and the board game Risk. Most of the time, my friends joke about me anywhere, that includes: one of our houses, school, etc. One time, my friend’s brother thought he would be funnier than his brother and kick me. I couldn’t stand that, so I yelled at him, and his brother and my other friends sided with me and also got mad at him. Even though they pick on me, a lot, they don’t mean any harm by it, I also pick them too, so it evens out.