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Leaving

School is coming to a close,
Excitement is looming the air,
About the oncoming summer adventures,
But sad about leaving our lives,
As middle school students behind,
And what we have grown close to.

The comfort in the similarities,
The same halls,
The same classes,
The same teachers,
Things won't be the same,
We will be high school students.

Everything will be different
Different halls,
Different classes,
Different teachers.
The question of the unknown,
Bring nervousness to our faces.

Yet nervous, we are all excited,
About the new things,
We as high students,
Will be privileged to experience.
Dances,
New friends,
New looks,
New relationships,
All new, yet thrilling.

The last day of middle school,
Sure to be an emotional one.
Tears rolling down our faces,
Reality has hit us.
We are leaving the things we love,
Behind to face a new journey.

Best Friend

Author's Note: This is a poetic response to the novel, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime. While overcoming the idea of living with his father--who has lied to him throughout his lifetime--Christopher receives a puppy, man's best friend, from his father as a bribe.

Best friend,
Someone so close,
Someone you tell everything,
Someone who will help you
Over obstacles.

Best friend,
The one you know,
Will always be there
Through whatever.

Best friend,
Always happy,
Always supportive,
Always excited,
For what you encounter,
Over your years of friendship.

Best friend,
Whether human,
Or a new dog,
Can fulfill the same,
Valuable role in your life.

Best friend,
Will always know that,
You will be there,
Through your incredible journey,
As best friends.

Unspoken Words

Author's Note: This is a poetic response to The Curious Incident of the Dog at Nighttime. To a young autistic boy, lying is something he isn't used to. He likes the truth, and expects it from everyone. Yet did he know that his own father would lie to him about his mother being dead.

Saying, expecting,
Nothing but the truth.
The normal routine
For a special boy,
Living in a world,
Of unspoken words,
And lies.

His own father,
Someone he believes,
Lied to him,
About something so dear,
His mother.

All his life,
A young boy grew up,
Thinking his mother had passed.
His father,
Someone he can trust,
Had lied to him,
"Your mother is dead."

Grown up as a teenager,
This young,
Special boy,
Discovers the truth,
The unspoken words,
His mother is alive.

The Same yet Different

Here is the link to my essay response to The Power and the Glory

Jack the Dripper

Author's Note: For my art class, we were required to do an artist research project on an artist of our choice. Mrs. Carrol also encouraged us to make it different, and be useful for two classes. She gave us the idea of our language arts blog, so I decided to post my research on my blog.

Paul Jackson Pollock
Allie Hohmann 2B

Jackson Pollock was born Paul Jackson Pollock into a working class family with five sons in Cody, Wyoming on January 28, 1912. Unfortunately, Jackson's life ended short when he was 44 years old, on August 11, 1956 due to an alcohol related single car crash. Pollock was named, "Jack the Dripper," because of his new and creative art pieces. His unique way of painting is better known as splatter painting--dipping your paint in the paint can and dripping or splattering it all onto the canvas by flicking your wrist. Pollock was well known for the dimension to his art work made by the multiple layers of paint on top of each other. To make his different paintings, Jackson simply used paint brushes or sticks, paint, and large canvases that were laid on the floor of his barn.


Jackson Pollock was just one of the many artists involved in the Abstract Impressionism movement. This movement was spontaneous and defined as taking what you feel on the inside, your emotions, and putting them down on the paper in an unrecognizable fashion. Personally, I love Jackson Pollock's art because I love the concept of abstract, the spatter paint style, and the idea of putting your emotions on the paper. Although I love his concept, I would use brighter and happier colors to express myself. When Jackson Pollock was a child, his parents died within a year of each other, and Jackson was soon adopted by his neighbors. As a high school student, Jackson was expelled, and later enrolled into Manual Arts School, which, he also got expelled from. On August 8, 1949 a four page spread in Life Magazine asked, "Is he the greatest living painter in the United States?" After he became famous from his drip style, Pollock abruptly abandoned his style. After viewers were searching for representational elements in his work, Pollock decided to number his paintings instead of naming them.

Favorite Quote: "It doesn't matter how the paint is put on, as long as something is said."

Hidden Religion

Authors Note - This is a response to the novel Power and the Glory and how people, even priests, hide their religious beliefs just to stay safe.

During this section in the novel Power and the Glory the main character, who turns out to be a whiskey priest, along with many other characters, display the fact that taboos exist, and that religion is something to hide. In our world today, we take religion as something to be proud of, something to follow, and something to show your passion through. On contrast, the world in this novel, claims to have no religion, and says that there is no God, or nothing like that to believe in.

When the whiskey priest meets a variety of civilians along his journey of escapism, they all seem to have a little bit of Christianity in them, they are just not willing to expose their religious beliefs. Professing your faith is a crime in Mexico, and is something to hide. The whiskey priest is on the run from officers, and seems as if he is doubting his convictions--something he should follow with passion. With every person he meets, he keeps telling the city people that he isn't worthy of hiding, and even though he gives advice, he denies his authority. "But I am a bad priest, you see." (p.130)

Today, hiding your faith is something that strikes our population as strange, and takes some people by surprise; religion is something to express yourself and your beliefs through. If not religion, they at least follow their convictions, to show that they have a meaningful life, and are living for the present. The whiskey priest, along with other citizens, have convictions, just decide not to pursue them--an act that is unknown in our lives today.