Blog 4

Evil Roommate

            It was a sunny day at The Ohio State University. My parent’s van comes to a stop when we arrive at the glistening Lane Avenue Hall. The dirty lobby of an old Holiday Inn™. The musty smell of thousands of visitors that have been there before me pierced my nostrils and lingered in the air. The RA staff eagerly awaited all who came in during moving day, so much so that it was creepy to say the least. They were like lions waiting to pounce on their prey.

“Hi! I’m Jen!” one blurted out to me, the line seemed very rehearsed and she was putting on a false amount of excitement.

 I signed in at the front desk and found I was on the 5^th floor. I looked around for my room # and found it posted right next to the elevator. It probably won’t be that bad, I bet they at least insulated the walls a little bit. I walked into the room and I heard a low buzzing, HMMMMMMMMMMMM the elevator was going down. Ok, so maybe they didn’t insulate it at all.

 “Hey Friend” I heard shouted from the doorway.

I went to go investigate to find a pale kid, about 5’6”. He had a polite smile, but didn’t seem to be as excited to meet me as he had sounded from the room.

“So guess we will be living together for the next year.” He said, not even asking my name, almost as if the arrangement would be temporary.

“My name is Miles, what is yours?” I asked him as friendly as possible at the moment.

I was tired because of the lack of sleep I had gotten the night before. I had stayed awake from the excitement of the whole new chapter of my life opening.

“Austin, Austin Ortiz” He stated

“MY dad donated this very dormitory.” There was a pompous feel to his presence.

 Like you almost heard his belittling thoughts about you. He reminded me of father.

            Fast forward one half of the semester. Everything was going smooth, I had all B’s, I had a group of friends, and basically I was set.  The room was completely different from when I moved in. Austin had pinned up pictures of Black Sabbath and Kate Upton. So these were just about the last things you want anyone to see in your room. He didn't even like them; he just put them up to make people visiting feel uncomfortable. Whenever he would have a visitor he would greet them after removing the posters beforehand and greet them to the previous grotesque looking side of his room. Also the one time I told him to make sure the room was spotless he purposely messed things up. I was going to bring back my 1 month girlfriend to hang out; it was the first time we ever went to my place. The floor was covered wall to wall with filth. Pizza boxes were strewn with bottles of various liquors scattered here and there. Needless to say I never took her there again. All of these actions were torture to my college career. But it was all worth it when he finally got caught.

            It was senior year, last semester. 

I think i did a good job with imagery. I also did a good job on characterization of the roommate. I slowed down and did a good job of focusing on a scene and describing it. It really helped with fully picturing the scene and giving it to the reader. I think this is by far my best writing.

Blog #3

 

Harry Potter is a wizard that has lived through the death curse, which nobody ever has before. This has made him a celebrity of the wizard world. He has been entered in the Tri-Wizard Cup, But he didnt enter himself and foul play is at hand. The first task; get the egg from the dragon.

 

This portrays Harry perfectly in two conflicts. The first is that he is fighting a dragon, which would lead to the conflict being physical. The battle and flying is all part of that. But also there was the conflict of fear before Harry fought the dragon also. He overcame the overwhelming fear of fighting such a beast. This was shown through Harry's contemplation in the tent before the fight.

Specificity

Here is the background, The Wolf is an owner of an investment firm. The man on the subway was the agent that took him down. He was offered a life of riches and turned it down, this is him regretting it. Also, when Jordan Belfort (Wolf)  was finding guys to sell stocks with him, he asked for them to sell him a pen, one of them did it perfectly. This symbolizes him starting all over again.

 I love the ending. Not because of he got what was coming, but because of the drawing from previous parts of the story. It made the conversations matter. You realize that they weren't just talking, it affected their lives as well. Also the characters in this film are very real. Not only does the agent think about what if, you also see a small amount of regret in his eyes that he did just leave Jordan alone and get in on the money.
WARNING:MATURE CONTENT

Ill Advised Moment

Pain of a Pane

            It was a peaceful spring day. I had just gotten on break, the family was home, and all was fine. I went outside to enjoy the wonderful spring day. The breeze was fluttering and bringing the sweet smells of the east. I had a bounce back; a contraption designed to pass against. I was far too lazy to remove this from the wall of the house right under the windowsill. So I proceeded to pass. I went for a while, without any error or mishaps. The dogs were frolicking with me in the backyard, the two trees we had planted flowing with the wind. The air smelled of sweet spring air. The day was fantastic.

           

            Suddenly, the notion that I should just take one shot passed through my head. “You need the practice; after all you do have a lacrosse game coming up.” I thought to myself. I had toyed with the notion for about half an hour. I finally decided to go for the shot, after all what’s the worst that could happen?  I set my feet, lined up my shot and ripped the twine as hard as I was able. The ball traveling at high velocity, I could see in slow motions. I saw the spin forwards, every rotation nearing closer to the net of the bounce back. But wait, something had gone wrong. The smile on my face quickly turned to a frown; the ball clipped the top of the net slipping through the hole in between the net and the crossbar. Approaching the seamless wall of glass. Shattering the barrier with no effort, and denting the secondary pane. The glass making the sound of a thousand chimes at once.

             My father, surprised, came outside to access the situation. His anger surpassed the point of description. His anger was at the point of he was unable to speak. “ADAM!” I scurried inside with my tail in between my legs as to not allot more anger to myself. All I could think about is why, why had I not thought before I acted? I mean actually thought, not just think should or shouldn't like outweigh facts.

“This is going to take at least a week to repair,” my Father said. Slowly descending from ultimate anger to the realm of reasoning. He still looked like he wanted to smack me, but not as bad as before. He then moved his gaze from me to the window, and then back to me, “…So how do you suppose we pay for this? Maybe your pocket is what it should come out of, not mine.” He stated in a clear calculated voice. This was it, every kid’s nightmare. You have to give up all of your money for games and snacks. Not only that but I had to give him 2 birthdays in advance of money. I didn't get allowance so there was really no other way.

            Moral of the story: think before you act. Especially if you’re around windows. Or as stupid as me. Definitely if you’re as stupid as me.

I think i did a good job on describing the action itself. I really took time and slowed it down to revolve around the moment.Also i think portrayed my dad's mood pretty well. He was beyond mad.