1. Who is speaking?
In "Bog Queen" the speaker is a dead bog body.
2. What characterizes the speaker? What is the speaker like?
The most important characteristic is that the speaker is dead. I also think the speaker was royalty because it was wearing a diadem.
3. To whom is he or she speaking?
I think the speaker was talking to its family or just to itself.
4. What is the speaker's emotional state?
The speaker sounds a little traumatized and quite sad.
5. Why is he or she speaking?
The bog body is speaking to relieve it's gloom, or maybe just to end the silence of the bog.
6. What situation is being described?
The situation is that this old bog body was found by a person digging peat.
7. What are the conflicts or tensions in this situation?
One conflict is this person digging her up has cut into her. Another conflict is that the bog body was mistreated before she died.
8. How is the setting--social situation, physical place, and time--important to the speaker?
I think the social setting is important to the story because at the time this woman died, throwing sacrificial victims or criminals into the bog was customary.
9. What ideas does the speaker communicate?
The speaker seems to me not to enjoy being dead. Another idea I got from the story was that this person was so undesirable when they died, a cast off. but when the body was re-dug thousands of years later it was considered special and the utmost care was taken of it.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Anteus
1. Who is speaking?
Death is speaking. Or maybe Antaeus himself, the giant that gained his strength from being in contact with the land.
2. What characterizes the speaker? What is the speaker like?
I think the speaker is evil and dark.
3. To whom is he or she speaking?
I think the speaker is addressing humanity.
4. What is the speaker's emotional state?
I don't think death can have an emotional state, but maybe proud and haughty.
5. Why is he or she speaking?
I think Death is speaking to warn hero's that Death cannot be defeated.
6. What situation is being described?
There isn't really a situation being described. The picture I get is a black clothed god sitting in a cave reflecting to himself.
7. What are the conflicts or tensions in this situation?
One of the major tensions, I think is Death telling all who have tried to escape him that he is inevitable.
8. How is the setting--social situation, physical place, and time--important to the speaker?
I think the speaker is sitting in a deep dark cave, which is important because darkness and dreariness personify death.
9. What ideas does the speaker communicate?
The speaker communicates that death is inevitable, and that try as we puny mortals might, we will never beat it.
Death is speaking. Or maybe Antaeus himself, the giant that gained his strength from being in contact with the land.
2. What characterizes the speaker? What is the speaker like?
I think the speaker is evil and dark.
3. To whom is he or she speaking?
I think the speaker is addressing humanity.
4. What is the speaker's emotional state?
I don't think death can have an emotional state, but maybe proud and haughty.
5. Why is he or she speaking?
I think Death is speaking to warn hero's that Death cannot be defeated.
6. What situation is being described?
There isn't really a situation being described. The picture I get is a black clothed god sitting in a cave reflecting to himself.
7. What are the conflicts or tensions in this situation?
One of the major tensions, I think is Death telling all who have tried to escape him that he is inevitable.
8. How is the setting--social situation, physical place, and time--important to the speaker?
I think the speaker is sitting in a deep dark cave, which is important because darkness and dreariness personify death.
9. What ideas does the speaker communicate?
The speaker communicates that death is inevitable, and that try as we puny mortals might, we will never beat it.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
So Many Colors to Be
So Many Colors to Be
I am red
Bright, vivid, exciting red
I talk and I argue
I laugh and learn
I don’t just exist, I live
Passionate to a fault
I know where I’m going,
But no time for regrets
Like a red robin
I sing the song I was born to sing
Sometimes I am Purple
I open my eyes and see everything
How did the world get like this?
Did I cause it?
Everything is deep and dark
There is no clarity
Only shades of grey
I feel the need to pray
But I don’t give up on Humanity
Tomorrow is a new day
I am red
Bright, vivid, exciting red
I talk and I argue
I laugh and learn
I don’t just exist, I live
Passionate to a fault
I know where I’m going,
But no time for regrets
Like a red robin
I sing the song I was born to sing
Sometimes I am Purple
I open my eyes and see everything
How did the world get like this?
Did I cause it?
Everything is deep and dark
There is no clarity
Only shades of grey
I feel the need to pray
But I don’t give up on Humanity
Tomorrow is a new day
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
The Toliet Dilemma
Riley Pavelich
Essay
Advanced comp
19 November 2007
The Toilet Dilemma
Essay
Advanced comp
19 November 2007
The Toilet Dilemma
Toilet seats were made to stay down. When some inconsiderate male leaves the seat up it requires extra time and effort by the next female that uses the pot to put it down. Plus we have to touch the disgusting, germ-ridden thing.
Some have said that the whole toilet seat situation is no big deal. Why should we care it the seat is up, it doesn’t hurt anyone? Wrong. What happens to the poor, unsuspecting woman who feels nature’s call in the middle of the night? I’ll tell you. It’s dark. She doesn’t turn on the light. She assumes the seat is down. She sits. She falls straight into the bowl. Her husband, incomparable jerk that he is, comes to see what all the noise is about. He finds her horrid predicament hilarious. She divorces the douche bag. Do you see the harm in it now?
Putting the seat down would irradiate this whole nasty business. If all males did this, they would suddenly find their significant others more loving and affectionate. With the current state of affairs it’s almost as if woman’s suffrage never happened. Putting the seat down is demeaning. Every time we do it we risk contracting syphilis, gonorrhea, and pink eye. If you males did this one little thing, it would bring us one step closer to equality.
So the next time one of you chauvinistic pigs leave it up, be reminded of what you do to us. We are exposed to diseases and have to waste our valuable time. I purpose that we round up every scumbag that has ever left the seat up and dip them in a pool of hydrochloric acid. Only then will our gender know true and lasting freedom.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Short Story
Riley Pavelich
Short Story
Advanced Comp.
6 November 2007
The Bathroom Miracle
I woke up with a start from a good dream. The clock on my table read 5:30, so I snuggled back into bed to try to remember. I had been on one of those old school dating game shows, where there are three guys and the girl who gets to choose one of them. I was the girl, and the men from my dream all looked like the offspring of Brad Pitt, were deeply sensitive, and loved to clean. A perfect dream.
At a more reasonable hour I munched on my cornflakes and decided that my dream was an omen. Today was the day I was going to get a boyfriend. I dialed Jill and told her to meet me at the mall in an hour.
After a quick shower and seven different outfits, I was ready to go. My t-shirt covered my pudge but showed off my chest, and my thunder thighs were concealed in my favorite jeans. My face looked like a pepperoni pizza, but that’s something I’ve just learned to live with.
Jill was waiting for me at the entrance. I think she raided her grandma’s closet before she came. Her glasses were about an inch thick, and I kid you not, she had kittens on her sweater. No teenager in her right mind would wear kittens! But she’s such a sweetheart that it doesn’t even matter. We’ve been best friends since we were three.
“That’s a really nice sweater. Does your grandma mind that you’re wearing it?” I asked her.
Jill, ever oblivious, said, “It’s not Nana’s. It’s mine, but thanks.”
With that we walked into that teenage-hormone fest that is the mall. As I explained our mission to Jill, I was already busy scoping out prospects. We searched all afternoon, but it was a complete failure. Every guy we saw either had a girlfriend or was definitely not dating material. Eventually we gave up, but before we left we stopped at the food court to regain our strength.
Jill and I sat with our huge cinnamon rolls at a table near the center so we would have the best view. Two tables away a group of two guys sat down. They were both from my school, but I didn’t know much about them. One was a football jock and really cute; the other one with black hair was a good distance runner, and always got the lead in the school play. I was attempting to use all the tips I had ever gathered from 17 magazines to get John’s, the football jock’s, attention. I flicked my hair, licked my lips, and laughed loudly. He didn’t even notice. Jill of course was completely useless. “Why are you laughing so loud,” she asked me. “It’s really annoying.”
But then, just when I was about to give up, he looked over. He smiled at me and waved. I waved back. He motioned at me to come. I stood up eagerly and started to walk toward him. At that moment the head cheerleader rushed passed me and flew into John’s outstretched arms. They looked at me; I guess they thought it was weird that I was standing two feet away from them when they wanted to make out in peace. I pretended that I was going to get another cup of coffee.
Of course, I couldn’t walk away from the coffee place without anything to drink, but I had already spent my money on the cinnabon. I searched through my purse to try and find some extra change so I could salvage what little dignity I had left. My coffee was two dollars and all I had was thirty cents in pennies. I heard groans in the line behind me as the sales clerk started to count it out. But then, like some sort of knight in khaki pants, Mike, the runner, slapped two bucks on the counter.
I turned to thank him. He had thought I was moving away and had stepped closer to me. I head butted him right in the nose. He laid on the ground, groaning in pain, a pool of crimson blood accumulating on the floor. All sounds in the food court were silenced, even the crying baby in the corner. My cheeks reddened under the stares of the bystanders. I turned and ran.
My eyes were blurry with tears. I fled blindly into the bathroom and locked myself into a stall. The stench of disinfectant and Pinesol added to my misery. Thankfully there were no other women there. I sobbed and sobbed. I would never get a boyfriend. I was a clumsy, ugly ogre, whom everyone hated. After about five minutes of this I heard a tapping on the door. A man’s voice called out,
“Um... Excuse me miss. Can I help you?” Now insult had been added to injury. Not only had someone heard me pouring out my soul, but it was a guy. I tried to compose myself a little and opened the door.
Standing there in a janitor’s uniform and with mop in hand was that boy from my biology class. He looked as embarrassed as I felt. He stammered, “I, uh, was cleaning in here. Didn’t you see the sign on the door?” Of course I hadn’t. I had been a little more concerned about other recent catastrophes at the time. I just shook my head.
“Well, are you okay?” he asked with genuine concern. He was just so nice about it that my whole story came tumbling out. He winced at all the right places, and he told me that he was on the track team with Mike and that Mike’s nose bled all the time. I felt a lot better.
Then he started to blush and haltingly inquired, “Well, this might be the wrong time to ask, but what are you doing Saturday?”
By Riley Pavelich
Short Story
Advanced Comp.
6 November 2007
The Bathroom Miracle
I woke up with a start from a good dream. The clock on my table read 5:30, so I snuggled back into bed to try to remember. I had been on one of those old school dating game shows, where there are three guys and the girl who gets to choose one of them. I was the girl, and the men from my dream all looked like the offspring of Brad Pitt, were deeply sensitive, and loved to clean. A perfect dream.
At a more reasonable hour I munched on my cornflakes and decided that my dream was an omen. Today was the day I was going to get a boyfriend. I dialed Jill and told her to meet me at the mall in an hour.
After a quick shower and seven different outfits, I was ready to go. My t-shirt covered my pudge but showed off my chest, and my thunder thighs were concealed in my favorite jeans. My face looked like a pepperoni pizza, but that’s something I’ve just learned to live with.
Jill was waiting for me at the entrance. I think she raided her grandma’s closet before she came. Her glasses were about an inch thick, and I kid you not, she had kittens on her sweater. No teenager in her right mind would wear kittens! But she’s such a sweetheart that it doesn’t even matter. We’ve been best friends since we were three.
“That’s a really nice sweater. Does your grandma mind that you’re wearing it?” I asked her.
Jill, ever oblivious, said, “It’s not Nana’s. It’s mine, but thanks.”
With that we walked into that teenage-hormone fest that is the mall. As I explained our mission to Jill, I was already busy scoping out prospects. We searched all afternoon, but it was a complete failure. Every guy we saw either had a girlfriend or was definitely not dating material. Eventually we gave up, but before we left we stopped at the food court to regain our strength.
Jill and I sat with our huge cinnamon rolls at a table near the center so we would have the best view. Two tables away a group of two guys sat down. They were both from my school, but I didn’t know much about them. One was a football jock and really cute; the other one with black hair was a good distance runner, and always got the lead in the school play. I was attempting to use all the tips I had ever gathered from 17 magazines to get John’s, the football jock’s, attention. I flicked my hair, licked my lips, and laughed loudly. He didn’t even notice. Jill of course was completely useless. “Why are you laughing so loud,” she asked me. “It’s really annoying.”
But then, just when I was about to give up, he looked over. He smiled at me and waved. I waved back. He motioned at me to come. I stood up eagerly and started to walk toward him. At that moment the head cheerleader rushed passed me and flew into John’s outstretched arms. They looked at me; I guess they thought it was weird that I was standing two feet away from them when they wanted to make out in peace. I pretended that I was going to get another cup of coffee.
Of course, I couldn’t walk away from the coffee place without anything to drink, but I had already spent my money on the cinnabon. I searched through my purse to try and find some extra change so I could salvage what little dignity I had left. My coffee was two dollars and all I had was thirty cents in pennies. I heard groans in the line behind me as the sales clerk started to count it out. But then, like some sort of knight in khaki pants, Mike, the runner, slapped two bucks on the counter.
I turned to thank him. He had thought I was moving away and had stepped closer to me. I head butted him right in the nose. He laid on the ground, groaning in pain, a pool of crimson blood accumulating on the floor. All sounds in the food court were silenced, even the crying baby in the corner. My cheeks reddened under the stares of the bystanders. I turned and ran.
My eyes were blurry with tears. I fled blindly into the bathroom and locked myself into a stall. The stench of disinfectant and Pinesol added to my misery. Thankfully there were no other women there. I sobbed and sobbed. I would never get a boyfriend. I was a clumsy, ugly ogre, whom everyone hated. After about five minutes of this I heard a tapping on the door. A man’s voice called out,
“Um... Excuse me miss. Can I help you?” Now insult had been added to injury. Not only had someone heard me pouring out my soul, but it was a guy. I tried to compose myself a little and opened the door.
Standing there in a janitor’s uniform and with mop in hand was that boy from my biology class. He looked as embarrassed as I felt. He stammered, “I, uh, was cleaning in here. Didn’t you see the sign on the door?” Of course I hadn’t. I had been a little more concerned about other recent catastrophes at the time. I just shook my head.
“Well, are you okay?” he asked with genuine concern. He was just so nice about it that my whole story came tumbling out. He winced at all the right places, and he told me that he was on the track team with Mike and that Mike’s nose bled all the time. I felt a lot better.
Then he started to blush and haltingly inquired, “Well, this might be the wrong time to ask, but what are you doing Saturday?”
By Riley Pavelich
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Baldy Article
Junior High Sports
Both Volleyball and Football are underway for the Junior High kids. There have been some changes in the coaching staff, but it appears to be working out well.
The Volleyball Girls, all eleven of them, are being coached this year by Marley Meredith. She lives and works in Plains. This is her first time coaching, but it looks like she’s doing a great job. The girls, including Rachel Gravely, Shaelle King, Alyssa Foster, Kelsie Rogers, Erin Schmiedbauer, Mackenzie McCoy, Meara and Laurel Schmiedbaur, Alex Green, Amanda Woods, and Rosa Dolson, have a 3-1 record as of yet.
“I’m seeing improvement every day,” say Coach Meredith.
The Footballers are also doing well.
Assistant Coach Clairmont says that “They’re a lot of fun to coach. They’re like sponges, the soak everything up.”
There are 29 kids on the team. Hot Springs is represented by Drew Payne, Matt Holman, Dylan Skellenger, Michael Gray, Elyjah Yagong-Weber, and Wyatt Nagy. They are coached by Thom Chisholm.
Come out and see the kids play! Everyone is having a lot of fun this year!
Both Volleyball and Football are underway for the Junior High kids. There have been some changes in the coaching staff, but it appears to be working out well.
The Volleyball Girls, all eleven of them, are being coached this year by Marley Meredith. She lives and works in Plains. This is her first time coaching, but it looks like she’s doing a great job. The girls, including Rachel Gravely, Shaelle King, Alyssa Foster, Kelsie Rogers, Erin Schmiedbauer, Mackenzie McCoy, Meara and Laurel Schmiedbaur, Alex Green, Amanda Woods, and Rosa Dolson, have a 3-1 record as of yet.
“I’m seeing improvement every day,” say Coach Meredith.
The Footballers are also doing well.
Assistant Coach Clairmont says that “They’re a lot of fun to coach. They’re like sponges, the soak everything up.”
There are 29 kids on the team. Hot Springs is represented by Drew Payne, Matt Holman, Dylan Skellenger, Michael Gray, Elyjah Yagong-Weber, and Wyatt Nagy. They are coached by Thom Chisholm.
Come out and see the kids play! Everyone is having a lot of fun this year!
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