Flying Whoosh, whoosh goes the wind as it rushes in my ears. I can feel nothing but the cold air all around my body. It almost feels as if I am flying but, no it is just me racing to school on my bike trying not to be late. A thought popped up in my mind, it was the same thought that I often had when I was rushing to school, it would be so much easier if I could fly, then I would never have to rush to school. I have always wanted to fly, not in an airplane, but me actually flying all by myself. I always watch those movies where the little girl wants to fly, and then she accidently falls off a roof and right before she hits the ground she starts to fly. I know that not all people have the ability to fly, and if I am one of those people I will die if I fall off a roof. As I run this thought in my head over and over, I hear a horrendous sound, the bell. As I rush in the building I do not stop to put my bike away I just throw it to the ground. As I enter the class the teacher, Mrs. Bob, points a long, scaly, pointy finger at me and says the worst words that I will ever hear, “ This is your last tardy you will stay after school and clean the roof for detention.” Now for most normal detentions all you do is work on schoolwork but, for Mrs. Bob she made you clean the three story high roof. You had to hope you did not fall because there is nothing …show more content…
I was stunned and wondered if this was a magical roof. We flew around the school a few times and Mrs. Bob told me about the wonders of flying. Sadly, I could not tell anyone, it was to be a secret. The bell rang a few minutes later and that meant I was out of detention. I told Mrs. Bob good-bye and left. Instead of going straight home I went to the bike rack, I thought it would be suspicious if I left it here. As I sat on my bike I thought of how tiring it would be to ride home, so I sat on my bike, leaned forward,and flew. Since flying is now a dream come true, I am living the
I walked in and my stomach made a flip-flop like riding “The Scream” at Six Flags. Everyone was staring at me! With their curios eyes and anxious to know who I was. I froze like ice and felt the heat rise through my face. My parents talked to my teacher, Ms.Piansky. Then my mom whispered “It’s ti...
Jamee’s teacher is gonna help out Jamee with her test so she can retake it.Jamee is gonna retake the test on Thursday her teacher talked about it to Jamee.Mrs.Gussner kept Jamee in the classroom so she can talk to her about retaking the test so she won’t have a F in her classroom.Jamee told her teacher that she has gym and she has to go on the other side of the building to get dressed but Mrs.Gussner told her that she will give a hall pass so she won’t have to worry about her getting late to her class.Mrs.Gussner told Jamee that she can come in the class room in the afternoon.Jamee says that she can’t make it because cheerleading tryouts were today in the afternoon and her teacher said that she won’t be able to do cheerleading because of her
When using satire your argument becomes witty and entertaining. By adding in sarcasm, irony, and other things using this element of writing can drive home the point you are trying to make or it may completely fly over the heads of your audience. Satire paints a picture of your argument rather than just stating facts; it allows your audience, to feel more connected to your side of the argument.
...ally miss anything? Then I had to come to my real senses. I was looking up to the sky searching for ideas, right then and there I remember what Danny said about “you can do anything in this world as long as you believe” as I was looking up I saw this pigeon standing on an electricity wire, then started to wonder if I was a pigeon I don’t think I would have a ride problem. Then I stood up pretend as if I was a pigeon started to jump I noticed the more I believe I can fly the higher I’m getting. So I stop shockingly, I said out loud, I can fly, at this point I had no doubt whatsoever. I quickly walk away from where the pigeon was sitting on the wire; I jumped one last time, next thing I know I was flying my way to school. I had no wings, no cape, nothing weird. Although having these things folks would have found it cool and intrigue but I find even cooler without them.
A warm, dry wind swept across the terrace where Adelmar stood, gazing out across the city of Bahnir. The quiet, spring night was lazily beginning to bloom. Torches and fire-lit lamps were blazing to life among the buildings below, and along the distant wall of the city's perimeter. The farmland beyond was sinking silently into darkness. Bahnir was built in the shadow of a large bluff, which was the lone peak in an otherwise unblemished landscape. When the first exiles had woken in this land they had taken shelter in the caverns of the mountainside and simply never left. Over time, Bahnir had grown in stilted, lurid bursts, until it became the sprawling collection of humanity that Adelmar was presently overlooking. He often found standing
One rainy day, my Spanish teacher decided to keep my class 20 minutes after the school day had ended. The whole class was being punished with detention because a few kids did not complete their personal narratives four-paragraph essays for Spanish class. School ends at 2:20 PM, it was already 2:50 PM when I arrived at the bus stop for the bus that usually takes me home. I was aware that the next bus would be at 3:30, and that was too much time to wait. I could be home in fifteen minutes if I walked home. Though it would be tiresome walk after a long day of school, I decided to walk. Before that, I went over to
With my wings outstrectched i let the breathe of mother earth take me in her grasp as i soar across the land. Down below me i see people smiling and laughing, sitting and crying, and those who just dont know how to quite feel. If only they could see the view from here. If only they could understand the feeling of not having your feet on the ground and letting yourself glide wherever the wind takes you. I have seen night and day, weeks go past and i still find myself soaring along this big blue earth wondering why these poor humans cant fly. They create big airplanes to give them a sesne of what im feeling but its all fake and non realistic. I wish they could soar like me.
The reason that Carnivalesque is so popular is that it is so against the grain of the perceived and unspoken social rules. Bakhtin's theory relates a satirical structure to the events of the carnival. The carnival was a time of creative liberty intertwined with the dropping of all social constructs. The carnivalesque parody and comedy also sets a stage for a deep (inherently negative) look within oneself, culture or beliefs. “Uncle Sam” satirizes, with varying degrees of carnivalesque, American Culture and politics. While the satire does utilize some aspects of carnivalesque, it lacks to fully embrace the full culture of Carnivalesque.
When I got to the classroom Haydin was just finishing lunch fixing to lay down and take a nap. I asked her to pick out a book that she would like to read. She said here, but I do not know the words can someone read it. She picked “David goes to school”. Her mom was in the room volunteering, so she was the one that read to her. As her mom read each page Haydin would make comments. On one of the pages David was yelling in the halls Haydin said “I don’t do that”. On another page David had gum. Haydin said “No Gum at school. The next page there was a little girl and a little boy sitting at a desk and Haydin said “That’s a girl and that’s a boy we have a boy named Colten in our classroom”. “He should not do that they are trying to study”. One of the last pages David was drawing on the desk and Haydin said “oh that’s not good he wrote on the
“OhmygodwhatifsomethinghappenswhataboutmythingsIwantMommy-” I blabbered until Shania Bognot slapped her free hand over my mouth before I could burst out into a mental breakdown, furrowing her eyebrows at me. “Shut your mouth,” she said, slightly glaring at me as I smiled sheepishly from behind her hand. We boarded the bus and sat down, me with the window seat as we put down our bags. “BYE MOM!” I said, waving to her through the window of the bus. “BYE HONEY!” She replied , smiling at me. The bus slowly started to move towards the entrance of the school, ready to depart to the location. I looked to Shania, who was staring out the window over my shoulder, sending a small wave to her mom.
I looked down at my family, who looked extremely small, and they were taking pictures and waving. The wind blowing in my face, made me feel free. I didn’t even feel scared anymore. I went down the line and had a lot of fun. When I finally hit the pad, my family was there waiting for me. My mother gave me a hug and was happy for me. We walked down the other tower to place where we could watch the video. I had a helmet camera on, so we could see everything I experienced in first person. Watching the video is a lot easier than actually walking up that tower. When we watched me fly off the tower, I was shocked. I couldn’t believe I actually went zip lining. I felt
Satire is something of an outcast in the world of literature and art. Usually, humor is not taken as a serious form of communication. However, satire is highly respected, commonly studied, and long-lasting. What sets it apart from your everyday comic stip, sitcom or comedic novel is its driven purpose of bringing about change. It is designed to use the human art of humor to sway the minds of the people and make a tangible difference. From its distinguished scholarly attention to its appearance in the news and high TV ratings, good satire is not without good results; it continually affects our behavior and views and has throughout history.
I'm in Mr.Fiedler's room watching the latest news, two more minutes until it's time for my first class of the day. I tremble as I watch the clock tick away. Tick, tock, tick, tock... 8:45, I got 3 minutes to get to Mrs.Bernston's room, but off course her room is the only room on the other side of the school. I don't blame the other teachers, I wouldn't want to be by her room either. I quickly walk to Mrs.Berntson’s room as my heart pounds 1000 beats per minute. I slowly walk into her dark room, wondering why no one is here, and expecting some sort of trap. I take a couple steps inside then all of a sudden WHOOSH, next thing I know i’m hanging on the ceiling by me feet with a thick rope tied around my ankles. The nefarious lady comes out of the dark corner yelling, “I told you we’re gonna be in the computer lab typing our Meanwhile essays, didn’t you pay attention to anything i said yesterday!?”
When I turned the balance in my wings shifted and I began to fall. I work to quickly right myself and adjust the setting on my harness. I straighten my wings just as I reach the top of a buildi...
My brown curls whipped at my face as the wind swirled around me. Clouds moved with me as I twisted and turned around in the air. My screams of joy were drowned out by the loud rotating propeller. Trees and house the sizes of ants passed below me as a bright blue sky stood in front of me. Nothing made me happier than flying.