Katey the main character along with her family and Javier are all living in an ordinary world. Even though Katey and her family are new residences of Cuba they still fit it quite nicely. Javier is a waiter at the hotel that Katey is living and this is how they meet. She sees him dancing on the street one day and tried to mimic it on her own time. forming a attachment through dance a call to adventure is a Latin ballroom competition that sends the winner to the united states with their family. Javier refuses to join Katey in the competition but then acting as him mentor and later on he will act as hers they begin to practice their dance. They cross the threshold as their grueling hours of practice begin and continue. Tests approach and enemies are revealed as Katey's younger sister gets Javier fired, and Katey's parent forbid them to dance. As the approach the cave the commence the final hours of their practicing. The big night is upon them and they preform wonderfully and making it into the finals serves as their reward. One the road back they prepare for the final competition but are well prepared already. The night of the final radicalist shoot off firearms and the competition is stooped. Katey and Javier are able to feel satisfied with their work but Katey is being deported and must return home. The Elixir is the emblem of learning to trust not only yourself but yourself with someone you love.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Friday, November 20, 2009
Final Draft Of A Gift I'd Like To Give Essay....
We were once a nation UNDER GOD. UNITED is how we once stood. As the time span from our declaration lengthens the more we forget who we are as a country and what we should be proud of. Patriotism. This is my gift to all those who will listen. Patriotism is anything but flag waving and blind conformity to the government. The words “hero” and “patriot” are often used as synonyms, most often in reference to a soldier performing his or her duty. Some of our nation’s greatest hero’s have also been among the most passionate of patriots. Ladies and gentlemen I give you Dr. Martin Luther King. Known for his nonviolent resistance against the government and the effort to overthrow state oppression qualifies as true patriotism. Now a little over 50 years from the day he made his first public stance against government oppression, we stand; no we sit and watch our own government continue down a path of oppression of its own. Citizens complain about the current recession, and bills that slither their way through the House of Representatives and slid past the evaluating eye of the senate, and only after it’s appointed the title of law does it rear its ugly head, and our freedoms lessen. Yet we the people sit on the sidelines closed lipped. With such things as these going on in our nation what do we have to be proud of? Probably nothing but that is what I am in the business to change. A sense of patriotism is the most important gift I could give you. It motivates change, and as it did when Dr. King harnessed its power it opens the door for improvement. What more could we want?
Patriotism is not solely present in a March on Washington or on a foreign country’s battlefield. It begins here, at home, before it even reaches the mouth of activists. It starts with the most simple and purest forms of patriotism, affection. Affection for your country and for those who reside in it. A sense of patriotism surged through the veins of every American on September 11th. Police officers and firefighters were finally granted the heroic respect they have always deserved. “United we stand” and “God bless America” became the rallying cries of both the Government and the people. It was believed that through this tragic event America would emerge stronger and more united than before. It is the affection that was shown to every hobbling survivor and the grief stricken loved ones left behind that brought us together. According to John 15:13 the ultimate display of love is when a person willingly sacrifices their life for another. Therefore I believe the Bible calls upon us to be patriots. Let us not wait till another September. 11 to renew our patriotism.
We can no longer sit silently by as our nation smothers us with oppression and our values, our rights are being slowly stripped away, and no one is looking close enough to notice. The stakes are high for the survival of our county, we as patriots must now speak up! We must question authority and become the Martin Luther King’s of our day. Now more than ever we need to create our country into a beacon of hope to the rest of the world. Only true patriotism, not blind obedience or half hearted flag waving can make America as strong as it needs to be. Only patriotism can save America from itself. Let us be united under god once more and be the powerful, influential nation we were always meant to be. Patriotism as my plea and the press as my voice I will make a difference in this country. One worth being proud of. My message may not reach many at first, but I won’t stop. My voice will be heard. And then, you’ll raise yours.
Patriotism is not solely present in a March on Washington or on a foreign country’s battlefield. It begins here, at home, before it even reaches the mouth of activists. It starts with the most simple and purest forms of patriotism, affection. Affection for your country and for those who reside in it. A sense of patriotism surged through the veins of every American on September 11th. Police officers and firefighters were finally granted the heroic respect they have always deserved. “United we stand” and “God bless America” became the rallying cries of both the Government and the people. It was believed that through this tragic event America would emerge stronger and more united than before. It is the affection that was shown to every hobbling survivor and the grief stricken loved ones left behind that brought us together. According to John 15:13 the ultimate display of love is when a person willingly sacrifices their life for another. Therefore I believe the Bible calls upon us to be patriots. Let us not wait till another September. 11 to renew our patriotism.
We can no longer sit silently by as our nation smothers us with oppression and our values, our rights are being slowly stripped away, and no one is looking close enough to notice. The stakes are high for the survival of our county, we as patriots must now speak up! We must question authority and become the Martin Luther King’s of our day. Now more than ever we need to create our country into a beacon of hope to the rest of the world. Only true patriotism, not blind obedience or half hearted flag waving can make America as strong as it needs to be. Only patriotism can save America from itself. Let us be united under god once more and be the powerful, influential nation we were always meant to be. Patriotism as my plea and the press as my voice I will make a difference in this country. One worth being proud of. My message may not reach many at first, but I won’t stop. My voice will be heard. And then, you’ll raise yours.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
A Gift i'd like to Give.....rough draft (outlined idea)
Outline: A Gift I’d like to give.
AGD:
I. Intro to gift
A. to what, to whom, how ECT. Definition: “A love and loyal or zealous support of one’s country. “
II. Why I chose to give this gift/ its importance.
a. Why I chose, what it means to me (passion here) why I want everyone else to have it.
b. Its importance, September 11 days and their infrequency, what it has done for us (Martin Luther king)
c. What it can do for us. (Blindly agreeing to Gov. Actions (Complaining about the recession and how the gov. is oppressing us but doing it with a tight closed lip.
d. Speak up! This essay is my gift, the gift of awareness. (Should I say it will continue? “My message may not reach many at first but I won’t stop. My voice will be heard. And then, you’ll raise yours.” `
Optional e. Fix placement, in-between letters, john 15:13 what we once stood as, a nation proud to by governed by god, our money, our schools, our court houses. Patriotism ran strong in our Christian nation. Concession:
Optional f. Fix placement, Misconceptions of patriotism
Conclusion: AGD tie in and finishing hard passionate note. Oratory: laugh cry and motivate to change.
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We were once a nation UNDER GOD. UNITED is how we once stood. As the time span from our declaration lengthens the more we forget who we are as a country, and what we should be proud of (awkward-rewrite) Patriotism. This is my gift to all those who will listen. Patriotism is anything but flag waving and blind conformity to the government. The words “hero” and “patriot” are often used as synonyms, most often in reference to a soldier performing his or her duty. Some of our nation’s greatest hero’s have also been among the most passionate of patriots. Ladies and gentlemen I give you Dr. Martin Luther King. Known for his nonviolent resistance against the government and the effort to overthrow state oppression qualifies as true patriotism. Now a little over 50 years from the day he made his first public stance against government oppression, we stand; no we sit and watch our own government continue down a path of oppression of its own. Citizens complain about the current recession, and bills that slither their way through the House of Representatives and slide past the evaluating eye of the Senate, and only after it’s appointed the title of law does it rear its ugly head. Yet we the people sit on the sidelines closed lipped. (drifting from thesis-refocus.)
AGD:
I. Intro to gift
A. to what, to whom, how ECT. Definition: “A love and loyal or zealous support of one’s country. “
II. Why I chose to give this gift/ its importance.
a. Why I chose, what it means to me (passion here) why I want everyone else to have it.
b. Its importance, September 11 days and their infrequency, what it has done for us (Martin Luther king)
c. What it can do for us. (Blindly agreeing to Gov. Actions (Complaining about the recession and how the gov. is oppressing us but doing it with a tight closed lip.
d. Speak up! This essay is my gift, the gift of awareness. (Should I say it will continue? “My message may not reach many at first but I won’t stop. My voice will be heard. And then, you’ll raise yours.” `
Optional e. Fix placement, in-between letters, john 15:13 what we once stood as, a nation proud to by governed by god, our money, our schools, our court houses. Patriotism ran strong in our Christian nation. Concession:
Optional f. Fix placement, Misconceptions of patriotism
Conclusion: AGD tie in and finishing hard passionate note. Oratory: laugh cry and motivate to change.
PAGE 1-
We were once a nation UNDER GOD. UNITED is how we once stood. As the time span from our declaration lengthens the more we forget who we are as a country, and what we should be proud of (awkward-rewrite) Patriotism. This is my gift to all those who will listen. Patriotism is anything but flag waving and blind conformity to the government. The words “hero” and “patriot” are often used as synonyms, most often in reference to a soldier performing his or her duty. Some of our nation’s greatest hero’s have also been among the most passionate of patriots. Ladies and gentlemen I give you Dr. Martin Luther King. Known for his nonviolent resistance against the government and the effort to overthrow state oppression qualifies as true patriotism. Now a little over 50 years from the day he made his first public stance against government oppression, we stand; no we sit and watch our own government continue down a path of oppression of its own. Citizens complain about the current recession, and bills that slither their way through the House of Representatives and slide past the evaluating eye of the Senate, and only after it’s appointed the title of law does it rear its ugly head. Yet we the people sit on the sidelines closed lipped. (drifting from thesis-refocus.)
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Poem 3: Love poem
To think I thought I knew
A shame that bares its emblem proudly
I was to be different, the one not fooled.
A game I thought I could win, who was I kidding, no one ever has…
I got hurt and my pain paraded around for all too see.
I dwell within the masses now, of all those who lost to loves game,
But what’s worse than joining them, is thinking I would be
A different kind of dame, the one above the shame.
A shame that bares its emblem proudly
I was to be different, the one not fooled.
A game I thought I could win, who was I kidding, no one ever has…
I got hurt and my pain paraded around for all too see.
I dwell within the masses now, of all those who lost to loves game,
But what’s worse than joining them, is thinking I would be
A different kind of dame, the one above the shame.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Poem 2: Run- My life story
RUN.
To escape the world or find it.
RUN.
From failure and to success.
RUN.
From strife and into denial.
RUN.
To inspire and influence.
RUN.
To prove what i am made of.
RUN.
And point back to where i've come from.
RUN.
For no good reason at all.
STOP.
And fall back into all that i've finished half way.
ADMIT.
That my dreams make up what i am.
ACCEPT.
That my words define me and my actions contradict my values.
FAIL.
Yup, just fail, that i can be good at.
Catch up, Start over. In Omnia Paratus.
To escape the world or find it.
RUN.
From failure and to success.
RUN.
From strife and into denial.
RUN.
To inspire and influence.
RUN.
To prove what i am made of.
RUN.
And point back to where i've come from.
RUN.
For no good reason at all.
STOP.
And fall back into all that i've finished half way.
ADMIT.
That my dreams make up what i am.
ACCEPT.
That my words define me and my actions contradict my values.
FAIL.
Yup, just fail, that i can be good at.
Catch up, Start over. In Omnia Paratus.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Poem 1: I Remember....
I Remember Marc Direnzo. I Remember My Katie Doll I Used To Take Everywhere I Went. I Remember Tin Foil Hearts Made Out Of Lunch Sandwiches. I Remember My Talking Tree. I Remember Mud Puddles. I Remember Late Nighters. I Remember My First Training Bra. I Remember Denying I was Christian Because I Didn’t Know What It Meant. I Remember Tree Forts.
I Remember Growing Up.
I Remember My Uncles Tramp, where I learned all that grown-ups knew. I Remember Pain. I Remember Pain From Pressure. I Remember Pain From Pressure To Go The Last 100 M. I Remember Pressure To Fail. I Remember Proving Them All Wrong. I Remember Jesse Wilkinson. I Remember Hurting Him. I Remember Pretending To Be Brave. I Remember My Dreams. I Remember Giving Up. I Remember Picking Myself Back Up. I Remember Deciding To Be Independent.
I’ll Remember What I’d Soon Forget.
I Remember Growing Up.
I Remember My Uncles Tramp, where I learned all that grown-ups knew. I Remember Pain. I Remember Pain From Pressure. I Remember Pain From Pressure To Go The Last 100 M. I Remember Pressure To Fail. I Remember Proving Them All Wrong. I Remember Jesse Wilkinson. I Remember Hurting Him. I Remember Pretending To Be Brave. I Remember My Dreams. I Remember Giving Up. I Remember Picking Myself Back Up. I Remember Deciding To Be Independent.
I’ll Remember What I’d Soon Forget.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Journal entry (Stream of Consciousness) #5
Memories. Please don’t let my mind wander to something embarrassing. Trek. That’s good. Sore. Wet. Cold. Wow why did I think this was good? Hole in my tent. Got a fat lip. Kissing. Ha those shouldn’t be connected. Jumping on new train of thought. Running. Broken toe. Limping, kicking the wall. Richard. Drama. Ex boyfriends. Bad reputation. Must remove self from influence. Losing house. Moving again. 23 or 4th time? Losing count. Strength. Weakness. Give up. Press forward. In Omnia Paratus. Be Tough. Hard working. My Farm. Building a fence. Hot days, swimming. California. Beach. Casey. I date my brother’s best friends. Bad or convenient? Boys ugh distractions. Gotta focus on School. College. Career. Leave impression. Make a difference.
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