English 10: Writing Portfolio

   
   
Essay the first: Origins  
Essay the second: Literature  
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   

Prepare yourself for this strange but funny story. Reading this, you will learn a little more about my family and me. This story takes place at my house Thanksgiving Day 2000, around 6:30 p.m. All is well while everybody is getting ready for the feast. There is never a dull moment in this family.

Thanksgiving Day, Everybody is getting something ready for dinner. 30 minutes before the feast, there was a call at my house. It was my sister’s boyfriend and he is coming over for dinner. A problem with dinner was that there was no gravy for the mashed potatoes. Everybody knows you can’t have mash potatoes without gravy, it just isn't the same especially at Thanksgiving dinner. Without gravy at Thanksgiving dinner, my father and I go frantically driving for a supermarket open late on Thanksgiving to buy gravy in the store, if they had any left. We had gone store to store until finally we had found a place open that had gravy. Going to four different stores was annoying but it was well worth the trouble getting it. Getting home I was confused, everybody was laughing. I found out what had happened and here it goes. 10 minutes before my sister’s boyfriend was arriving at the house, the lights had gone out for several blocks. My brother and sister had gone outside to wait for him at the corner of the street. When he was arriving at the street, he saw two shadows sitting at the corner and doesn't recognize who they are. So he goes ahead and then he hears the noise of two sets of feet go sprinting towards him. He then turns around tosses his bag in the air and he lets loose a loud scream as the pass right by him laughing. Arriving at the house with the gravy, I heard the boyfriend’s side of the story. He walked by the two dark shadows and having not recognized them, he thinks they are just two “shady” people from Jamaica Plain. As he heard two sets of feet running towards him, he had tossed his bad in the air and screamed in an attempt to fool the people into thinking he is crazy. Prepared to fight, he was going to take out the smaller person first to have a chance of not being mugged, and then he would attempt to take out the other person that seemed would have given him a good fight. Little did he know the small "shady" character he was going to take out first turned out to be my sister, his girlfriend.

Thinking back on this event I have learned a great quality about my family. It is that there is never a dull moment for us. At times I have thought otherwise, but I realize now that I am wrong. Something is always happening whether it is like this Thanksgiving Day or just something amazing that we saw. There will always be something to be told. We as a family have learned that we like to laugh, make jokes, and scare other people when the time is right. But that’s what makes my family different from the rest and that is what I like about us.

 

 

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Robert Browning,

This letter concerns your request to be put in this year’s Prentice Hall textbook. Our goal, for a great textbook for sophomores in high school, is to have a textbook that is well organized and that has writers that express the same theme in all their work. There have been many requests this year to be put in this year’s edition and we are sorry to notify you that we have not been able to include you in this year’s book for various reasons.

A reason why we have not selected you to be in this year’s textbook is because your work seems to show unexpected points of view in your stories such as in “My Last Duchess”, showing a theme of jealousy. You express jealousy in this story by showing that you don’t like the way your duchess smiles at other men the same way she smiles at you and that she thanked men the same way she thanked you for receiving a thousand year olds name.

The other reason why we have not chosen you is because your books have not sold well which means people don’t really like your style of writing. This means not many people know about you and the work you have done during the time period of other great writers such as Alfred Lord Tennyson.

I have been doing some research on the internet and I have found a critic that has agreed with me in this case. His name is Phillip Drew. I learned that he agrees with me in both in both cases. Phillip is an editor for the famous encyclopedia called the Britannica and he says “Browning often chooses an unexpected theme to write about, especially in his monologue, thus forcing the reader to accept an unfamiliar perspective”. Having to read about unfamiliar perspectives can be tiring for the reader because the can not relate to the story and enjoy context they would understand. Phillip also writes “he never sold as many books as his wife or Tennyson, he thereafter acquired an enthusiastic but small public” We are only putting writers with a large public because their work is more enjoyable to read. We are not looking to jumpstart the career of a writer; we are here so that students can be aware of well-known writers not just saying “these people know and like my work, so I should be put in the Prentice Hall textbook” but a more of a writer that has a vast range of fans.

Therefore I regret to inform you that you will not be included in the new Prentice Hall 2005 literature textbook for students in high school. Good luck with your career and keep writing because we are considering putting you in the next edition.

Sincerely,

Alan J. Torres

Commissioner of Prentice Hall

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A great major work that deals superrstiton such as ghosts, curses and other abnormal things is a playwrite called Macbeth by William Shakespear. This portrays the superstition of seeing ghosts, witches, and spirits. I do not believe in such things but superstitious writers do get me thinking of those things. There is a poem not many people have heard of called The Grave written by a women named Caroline Clive.

On line 14 and 15 of The Grave it says "More and more noises did i make my tred, and yet it's echos chilled my heart with fear". That line got me to start to believe in hearing noises that are unexplainable, even though i have never personally experienced that. Another example of her poem that gets me to believe more in superstition is on line 46 and on line 47 it says " Among the sleeping dead he woke, an bless'd with out strech'd hands the host aound". That line shows the dead coming to life, which i believe nobody today has seen that happening, but people believe that occurs and that just gets me to believe that much more in superstition.

The Grave by Caroline Clive has not really been take seriously yet as a major work because she she hasn't written many books, and poetry, but she does have a mojor work that she is widely recognized for. Her first work and most the one that made her famous is called Paul Ferroll that had been written in 1855. The novel Paul Ferroll is about the hero of the novel detesting his wife because she has prevented him from marrying another. He murders her and, escaping suspicion, is then able to marry his true love. After many years of happy marriage he is faced with the dilemma of whether he should confess in order to save others wrongly accused of the crime.

Some critics like Ernest Baker say "It is not melodrama; thoughts, motives, conversations are retailed in the most natural way, with no straining after effect. It is something new, this un-sensational treatment of a provocative theme; it is good sound realism."

Now having read some of Caroline Clive's work, i am now a bit more superstitious then i was before. Hearing sounds that I cannot explain will always get me thinking about what I have read by Caroline clive

 
   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Language is a process by which people communicate with each other in order to express some one’s happiness, sadness, anger and mediocre feeling. Right now language is generally a good thing since there is not a world war going on. But language does have it’s side effects. It does cause war, it does cause fights, and it does cause people to change their thought of something. No doubt the English language is constantly growing and spreading its reaches to the farthest of nations. The word “sorry” has been used in different languages with different pronunciation but they all have the same meaning. The word “sorry” helps the world out.

Today, the word “sorry” has come to mean “A feeling or expressing sympathy, pity, or regret“(American Heritage dictionary). A more common meaning of the word sorry is “Inspiring sorrow, pity, scorn or ridicule” (Merriam-Webster). In the Funk & Wagnalls dictionary it says sorry means “Grieved or pained, affected from sorrow from any cause”.

The Oxford English Dictionary definition of “Sorry” was “Pained at heart distressed or sad, full of grief or sorrow”. This is the most common use of the word “sorry” today. In the year c.1000 the word sorry had once meant “expressive or suggestive of distress or sorrow”. Now-a-days that form of “sorry” is never really used unless referring to an old English text use of it.

The word sorry is used today in speech usually as “Sorry for hurting your feelings”. This phrase that is commonly used to restore to relationship people have with each other. As you can see that phrase would usually be used after a negative event has occurred. The word sorry can also be used like this “Sorry, I didn’t mean to do it”. So you see the word “sorry” does have a positive effect in language. It not only restores a relationship between people but also shows sorrow and that you truly did not mean to do anything wrong.

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So We’ll Walk No More

So we will walk no more
So weary and so tired
We will go on no more
Stumbling and Fumbling

The night does not end
Until I go home and get in bed
But we can go on no more
Because we are on the floor

Reaching for the breath of life
I must rest For there
is a pain in my chest
And there goes my life