Waking Up in an ER

Beep, beep, beep I woke up to the sounds of one of those weird heart things they have in hospitals. But why was I in the hospital. I had a throbbing head ace. There were cards all around my bed. In the crowd of cards there was a football. I took off the IV connected to my arm and grabbed the football. The feel of the football felt so good, but a little foreign. Ever sense I’ve been born I haven’t gone a week without the touch of a football. So when it didn’t feel right I knew something was up. The football said, “Great Game wake up soon” in my coach’s handwriting. What happened to me and how did I end up hear. Then I took a better look at the football and underneath my coaches handwriting in gold print it read “Illinois State Champions Game” Then it all hit me. It was the fourth quarter; we were down by three with seconds left. All we needed was a field goal to tie it up and go into overtime, but our team wasn’t going to settle for that. We wanted the win and we wanted right then and there. We went with a Hail Mary Pass to the end zone. As I walked up to the line I already knew the ball was going to me. The center spiraled the ball back to the quarterback and I took off like California Chrome. I was nearing goal line, so I knew he had to be throwing the ball soon. Just as I predicted the ball was launched in the air. The ball made it just short of the goal line. I put both my hands on it. But my job wasn’t done yet I had to take another step to cross the line. I lowered my shoulder and took the step we needed to win. Then BOOM! I was blind sided by the defense. There was a white flash, and then everything went black. But who won? Did I score? As a looked down at my finger in my hospital bed there was a gold championship ring that I’ve never seen before.

Bus Stop Outside An Open Window

After a long day of work I walked up four flights of stairs and finally reached my door. I was so tired I could barley put the key in the lock. When the door opened I dropped my bags and went straight to my room to lie down. It was completely silent and just as my eyes closed to fall asleep, a loud bus pulled up right in front of my house. I woke up to check out the bus and people watch. I looked out the window; I could hear the young teens talk about their plans for their Friday night that consisted of drinking and partying. Out of the group of teens I saw a wallet fall out of someone’s pocket and hit the ground. No kid was sober enough to even realize fell out. When the kid went to pay for the bus the driver wouldn’t let him on. I knew I had to do something about it, but I was so tired from work. I let out a sigh and I quickly made up the courage to run down the four flights of stairs. I squeezed through the doors just as they were closing and handed the young man his wallet. I skipped the drunken thank you and just walked out of the bus. But when the bus rolled by my jaw dropped, and looked in the far back window and I saw the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She gave me one of those looks where it looked like she was looking at me, but you couldn’t really tell. She had to have been looking at me. I had to see her again, but how could I? I tried chasing the bus down, but it was already too far ahead. Even if I did catch it what would I say? I slowly walked up my stairs and schemed about how I could see her again. I lay on my bed and thought about it some more. Then it hit me. Every Friday I would ride the bus at that exact time in hopes that she rides it around the same time as that night. Friday after Friday I rode the bus, but never saw her. It got to the point that I forgot what I was even riding the bus for. I would picture her face, and tell myself I would ride the bus just one more time. The dream started to fade; the odds of me ever seeing her again were very slim. I started driving again. On my way home from work on a Friday my car broke down. I was able to push the car into parking lot and let it stay over night. I hopped on the bus to get home and there was one open seat in the back next to the beautiful girl.

Thankful for a Classmate

   One person that I am thankful for in the class is Cali Leeds. It's funny looking back freshman year because Cali and I never got along. We didn't really know eachother very well, which is probably why we didnt lik eeachother. When we would walk by eachother in the hallways we wouldnt wave or even make eye contact. This all started to change at the beginning of my sophmore year. We had two classes together; World Studies and American Literature. And on top of that we had many of the same classes just different periods. As the year went on Cali and I became better friends. She is one of those students that you can talk to anytime anywhere if you have questions about an assignment. Shes a very hard worker and a cofidence booster. When ever we are about to take a test she assures we that Im going to do well, and that feels great. I am very fortunate to have two classes with her this year.
   I cant just leave Thee Aidan Lawson out of the picture though. He is one of those kids that everyone wants in their class. He puts a smile on everyones face. When he isnt int the classroom it is noticable. This makes we laugh everyday, and Im thankful for having a class with him.

Then he is dead

As we all now know, Macbeth finally got what what was coming to him. The "invisible" man who couldn't be killed by a man born of a women was killed by Macduff. After all that he has been through, he doesnt even get to enjoy what he work so hard for. But if anything him dying was doing him a favor. If he continued to live he would have no friends to share his power with. All his acts did was create enemies and eliminate friends. So if someone asked me if it is worth it to do a Macbeth like act, the answer is no. Under any circumstaces it is never worth it to do a Macbeth like act. He betrayed his friends and in the end could even live with himself. To me nothing in the world is worth being hated by my friends and myself.

From the Crown to the Toe, Top Full of Direct Cruelty

Without relating the quote to Macbeth, it its already obvious that it is talking about a king or queen beacause it mentions a crown. This quote focuses on the darker meaning of the position of a king. To be a king you can't be some pushover that listens to the people, you have to play unfair. You have to go against the people, be cruel.
According to Lady Macbeth the postition of a King isnt for a baby. It must be taken.
At this point in the story the three witches each call Macbeth by a different name. One calls him the Thane of Cawdor, another calls him Thane of Glamis, and the last one calls him a king. Macbeth knew of his currerent position as a thane, but he did not know that he was going to be promoted to king. Macbeth is excited with the news, but Lady Macbeth thinks that he isn't a good fit for king. Lady Macbeth is willing to do almost anything to make Macbeth king, even kill. However, he doesnt share the same cruel drive that she has. But her persistance gets in his head. After much conversation Lady Macbeth has Macbeth willing to do anything to be king, even if that means not playing by the rules.

No New Tale to Tell

   The story of The Pardoners Tell is nothing new. Chaucer isn't telling a story of murder and wealth. He is telling a story of greed, the conncetion between murder and wealth. The three men that were friends, were so hypnotized by wealth and its power that it drove them to kill each other. They became greedy. All of them were so blinded with greed they forgot about eachother and there original goal of defeating Death. In the end however, Death still won because greed killed them all.

   Killing for greed is nothing new. Expecially in a place like Chicago, the murder capital of America. Although in this day and age people may not conveniently find gold underneath a tree, it doesn't mean greed doesn't exsist. Greed takes place in a more indirect way, but the results are just as deadly. If you think about it, almost any kind of murder derives from greed. People have a constant to desire for more then what they already have. Those who take more than what they need are greedy. 

"Truth"

Up until this class I thought that truth was one sided. However, through quotes and readings I have learned the meaning of truth depends on the peoples view. As Blaire Pascal says, "There are truths on this side of the purenees, which are falsehoods on the other." Truths are all about point of view. What one may think is a true, can be thought of as false somewhere else.

   In the short story of Beowulf, Grendel is discribed as a ruthless monster that kills with no purpose. Accusing the humans of being the monsters seemed unheard of. But, after reading the book Grendel told by Grendel himself, the truth of the humans began to unfold. The humans acted like animals. They would drink and kill with no purpose. The fighting and murdering never stopped. With Hrothgar expansion of his kingdom a blind Sharper arises and sings of the Kings Halls greatness. The humans believe what the Shaper says is true. However, Grendel has seen the way humans act and knows their greatness isnt true.
   I think that the reason the book made the Sharper blind was because he cant see what is actually goin on and is blinded by the truth.