The one character that I read about that I could connect to is the main character of Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, Oskar. I did not like the whole book, but in the story a boy who is very lonely and depressed about his dad dying in the 911 terrorist attack, does crazy ridiculous things, like finding the owner of a random key lock.
My dad did not die and I am not depressed, but I guess I could say at dorm and at school I am not that active, and pretty reclusive and it's getting boring, but the one thing I really strive to do is run for cross-country practice after school.
Similarly in this book Oskar does not like school and does not have any friends, but when school ends he sets out immediantly to find the owner of the missing key lock.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Clue
CLIMax
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CLUE
In the beginning was the Word. This Word was with God. This Word was and is God. This Word was in the beginning with God. This Word is Jesus.
Jesus contains life. This life is a light to man. Man looks for a light shining in the darkness. Man looks for Jesus shining in the darkness. The darkness cannot overcome the light.
The Word who created the world, the Light which enlightens all men, was coming into the world. He came to his wandering own, whom he created, whom he loved, and whom were lost. Many even rejected their creator and light. But even still, some received the light and became children of God, and became "little lights".
The word that Moses gave to God's chosen people was from God. But the Word that came down from heaven was God,and the Word wanted to proclaim what was written about himself. Moses brought the laws, but through Jesus Christ, grace and truth overflowed to the people like a fountain of life. And God proclaimed to us and made himself known,through the Word.
Jesus contains life. This life is a light to man. Man looks for a light shining in the darkness. Man looks for Jesus shining in the darkness. The darkness cannot overcome the light.
The Word who created the world, the Light which enlightens all men, was coming into the world. He came to his wandering own, whom he created, whom he loved, and whom were lost. Many even rejected their creator and light. But even still, some received the light and became children of God, and became "little lights".
The word that Moses gave to God's chosen people was from God. But the Word that came down from heaven was God,and the Word wanted to proclaim what was written about himself. Moses brought the laws, but through Jesus Christ, grace and truth overflowed to the people like a fountain of life. And God proclaimed to us and made himself known,through the Word.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
My Short Story
My Short Story
This week our school closed down due to a few students and teachers getting the contagious swine flu. Just two days ago my sister and I arrived to our school on a boring two hour bus ride, and the thought of going back was frustrating. So after our two hour bus ride, we took a twenty minute subway, got on a taxi, and finally arrived at a place we would call home for another week or so.
Our original plan was to go to one of our aunt’s home, but we were told not to by both our mom and our aunt, because we might contaminate our cousins with the flu. It was the same reason with my dad’s side grandparents. My mom’s side grandparents didn’t even have room for the two of us, and plus, they were moving. Who did we have left? My great-grandmother. For some funny reason my aunt and my mom did not consider that she might get the flu from us too. There are some benefits and negatives about living with her. Not only is our great-grandma great, but she’s also partially deaf.
When we arrived “home” at about 11 o’clock, we were shocked to see our grandma come out of her room to greet us. She reminded me of a turtle. Her skin was wrinkly like a turtle, she had about no teeth, almost like a turtle, and her back was a bit arched, making her a bit shorter than my sister, Young, which also looked like a turtle. She remembered our names and greeted us with a warm smile. We bowed and smiled and spoke as loud as we could with the little energy we had left in us. Our great-grandmother told us to go in and sleep, and so we picked the biggest room that reeked of some unknown stench, briefly unpacked and slept the best sleep we had in weeks. We knew that our everyday schedules would contain lots of free time with great-grandma, and at least I was thinking:”Oh great…”
More interesting facts about my great-grandmother are that she had a rich husband who obviously, passed away earlier than her. During the Japanese occupation my great-grandmother was a young lady, and she survived the oppressed times with the tiny morsels she could find. Not all the food she took in were clean, and that not only probably gave her a tummy-ache, but also a beaten up, strong, and tough digestive system. That means she could even eat rotten food if she wanted to. I guess her perspective of food being very precious still remains with her till now, because right now in the refrigerator there is a half-eaten egg, a peach with a bite in it, some very dry kimchi, some of the ttang-soo-yook (fried pork in sweet sauce) from yesterday, and I’m speculating that that red stuff is parasite infested fish eggs. Not only does she have a food collection, but she also has a toilet paper collection, gum collection, and I heard that in her room, which I don’t ever dare go in, there is a whole newspaper collection over her bed. There was a 70 years gap in the 6 meter distance between our two rooms. Living here will be hard.
Young and I woke up at around 10 am the next morning and started our day with an amazing view of the Han River, and then we saw our great-grandmother peaking into our room asking us to come for breakfast. We immediately replied “No!” with a smile and loudly. After we each took a shower, Young and I took off, and spent our day with Young’s friend. It was fun, but not great.
Our great-grandma is also tri-lingual. She speaks Korean, Japanese, and a great bit of English, for her age. She was a teacher at one of Seoul’s top elementary schools as she put it. Young and I could tell that she loved being a teacher. Ironically we, my sister, great-grandma, and I, got to sit together on the couch. And my great-grandma began.
“SO WHAT SCHOOL ARE YOU GOING TOO!”
“TAEJEON INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL YOH*! (if speaking with elders you must add yoh)”
“AH… WHAT DO YOU MAJOR IN!”
“WE ARE IN HIGH-SCHOOL. HIGH-SCHOOLERS DON’T MAJOR YET YOH!”
“HEY YOUNG-JAE… YOU SHOULD MAJOR IN TEACHING. ALL GIRLS SHOULD TEACH. YOU SEE I WAS ONCE A TEACHER! AND UH.. I TAUGHT AT…..”
Like this, we heard our great-grandma’s life story, and I enjoyed it a lot, except Young didn’t because she had already had this conversation before, and she disliked how great-grandma told her all girls should major in teaching. After the interesting story Young left, but I stayed.
“HEY… LOOK AT ME. (and in English) NOSE, MOUTH, HEAD, HAIR, EYE, EAR, NOSE, HEAD.”
“WOW GRANDMA! YOU’RE SO GOOD AT ENGLISH YOH!”
“I WAS A TEACHER AT ONE OF THE BEST ELEMENTARY SCHOOLS HERE. YOUR GREAT GRANDFATHER HAD A JOB AND SO WE NEEDED TO MOVE SO I WENT TO THE LIBRARY AND STUDIED HARD TO BECOME A TEACHER AND…”
She told me another interesting story about her life, although some of it was repetitive.
“ (in English )NOSE, EAR, MOUTH, HAIR, HEAD, EYES… (Korean) WHAT’S ARM IN ENGLISH AGAIN?”
“ (in English) ARM!”
“WOW! YOUR ENGLISH IS PRETTY GOOD TOO!!!”
“hehehe..”
That was finally enough for me, so I got up and walked back into my room, where my sister was. She asked me what great-grandma and I were talking about so I replied casually: “WE TALKED ABOUT…” and then I realized I was speaking ridiculously loudly. My great-grandma is funny.
This week our school closed down due to a few students and teachers getting the contagious swine flu. Just two days ago my sister and I arrived to our school on a boring two hour bus ride, and the thought of going back was frustrating. So after our two hour bus ride, we took a twenty minute subway, got on a taxi, and finally arrived at a place we would call home for another week or so.
Our original plan was to go to one of our aunt’s home, but we were told not to by both our mom and our aunt, because we might contaminate our cousins with the flu. It was the same reason with my dad’s side grandparents. My mom’s side grandparents didn’t even have room for the two of us, and plus, they were moving. Who did we have left? My great-grandmother. For some funny reason my aunt and my mom did not consider that she might get the flu from us too. There are some benefits and negatives about living with her. Not only is our great-grandma great, but she’s also partially deaf.
When we arrived “home” at about 11 o’clock, we were shocked to see our grandma come out of her room to greet us. She reminded me of a turtle. Her skin was wrinkly like a turtle, she had about no teeth, almost like a turtle, and her back was a bit arched, making her a bit shorter than my sister, Young, which also looked like a turtle. She remembered our names and greeted us with a warm smile. We bowed and smiled and spoke as loud as we could with the little energy we had left in us. Our great-grandmother told us to go in and sleep, and so we picked the biggest room that reeked of some unknown stench, briefly unpacked and slept the best sleep we had in weeks. We knew that our everyday schedules would contain lots of free time with great-grandma, and at least I was thinking:”Oh great…”
More interesting facts about my great-grandmother are that she had a rich husband who obviously, passed away earlier than her. During the Japanese occupation my great-grandmother was a young lady, and she survived the oppressed times with the tiny morsels she could find. Not all the food she took in were clean, and that not only probably gave her a tummy-ache, but also a beaten up, strong, and tough digestive system. That means she could even eat rotten food if she wanted to. I guess her perspective of food being very precious still remains with her till now, because right now in the refrigerator there is a half-eaten egg, a peach with a bite in it, some very dry kimchi, some of the ttang-soo-yook (fried pork in sweet sauce) from yesterday, and I’m speculating that that red stuff is parasite infested fish eggs. Not only does she have a food collection, but she also has a toilet paper collection, gum collection, and I heard that in her room, which I don’t ever dare go in, there is a whole newspaper collection over her bed. There was a 70 years gap in the 6 meter distance between our two rooms. Living here will be hard.
Young and I woke up at around 10 am the next morning and started our day with an amazing view of the Han River, and then we saw our great-grandmother peaking into our room asking us to come for breakfast. We immediately replied “No!” with a smile and loudly. After we each took a shower, Young and I took off, and spent our day with Young’s friend. It was fun, but not great.
Our great-grandma is also tri-lingual. She speaks Korean, Japanese, and a great bit of English, for her age. She was a teacher at one of Seoul’s top elementary schools as she put it. Young and I could tell that she loved being a teacher. Ironically we, my sister, great-grandma, and I, got to sit together on the couch. And my great-grandma began.
“SO WHAT SCHOOL ARE YOU GOING TOO!”
“TAEJEON INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL YOH*! (if speaking with elders you must add yoh)”
“AH… WHAT DO YOU MAJOR IN!”
“WE ARE IN HIGH-SCHOOL. HIGH-SCHOOLERS DON’T MAJOR YET YOH!”
“HEY YOUNG-JAE… YOU SHOULD MAJOR IN TEACHING. ALL GIRLS SHOULD TEACH. YOU SEE I WAS ONCE A TEACHER! AND UH.. I TAUGHT AT…..”
Like this, we heard our great-grandma’s life story, and I enjoyed it a lot, except Young didn’t because she had already had this conversation before, and she disliked how great-grandma told her all girls should major in teaching. After the interesting story Young left, but I stayed.
“HEY… LOOK AT ME. (and in English) NOSE, MOUTH, HEAD, HAIR, EYE, EAR, NOSE, HEAD.”
“WOW GRANDMA! YOU’RE SO GOOD AT ENGLISH YOH!”
“I WAS A TEACHER AT ONE OF THE BEST ELEMENTARY SCHOOLS HERE. YOUR GREAT GRANDFATHER HAD A JOB AND SO WE NEEDED TO MOVE SO I WENT TO THE LIBRARY AND STUDIED HARD TO BECOME A TEACHER AND…”
She told me another interesting story about her life, although some of it was repetitive.
“ (in English )NOSE, EAR, MOUTH, HAIR, HEAD, EYES… (Korean) WHAT’S ARM IN ENGLISH AGAIN?”
“ (in English) ARM!”
“WOW! YOUR ENGLISH IS PRETTY GOOD TOO!!!”
“hehehe..”
That was finally enough for me, so I got up and walked back into my room, where my sister was. She asked me what great-grandma and I were talking about so I replied casually: “WE TALKED ABOUT…” and then I realized I was speaking ridiculously loudly. My great-grandma is funny.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
classwork
I do not have a direct opinion to whether books should or should not be made into movies, because it depends. Stories are sometimes more interesting and exciting when watched on screen. However if all stories were to be shortened to two hours instead of five or six (depending on how long it takes to read a book). The rush can skip a lot of details and vocabulary.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Reading
I Feel Like this about Reading. 
..Last Five Things that I've read.
..Last Five Things that I've read.Bible
Times Magazine
Autobiography of a North Korean refugee
Times MagazineAutobiography of a North Korean refugee
a book written by...
TCIS handbook
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
First Stab at Essential Questions
1. What are my current reading skills.
I read really slowly and don't read much. But when there is a book I really enjoy I can finish in two or three days. I guess the one reason i don't read is because I read too slowly and my attention flies away to something else.
2. How can I improve and grow as a reader?
I can improve and grow as a reader, if I can find books i really enjoy, or if I'm forced by the teacher. One thing I would like to improve as a reader would be to not only read more often but to read quicker.
3. What purpose can literature serve in my life?
Literature can expand your way of communication, by providing you with fancy words to say, and say them in the right way, they could also introduce you to ideas that could change the way you live.
4. What resources can i find in the library that will help me in this course and other courses?
The library can provide a quiet and peaceful atmosphere to read in, and some interesting books for each subject.
I read really slowly and don't read much. But when there is a book I really enjoy I can finish in two or three days. I guess the one reason i don't read is because I read too slowly and my attention flies away to something else.
2. How can I improve and grow as a reader?
I can improve and grow as a reader, if I can find books i really enjoy, or if I'm forced by the teacher. One thing I would like to improve as a reader would be to not only read more often but to read quicker.
3. What purpose can literature serve in my life?
Literature can expand your way of communication, by providing you with fancy words to say, and say them in the right way, they could also introduce you to ideas that could change the way you live.
4. What resources can i find in the library that will help me in this course and other courses?
The library can provide a quiet and peaceful atmosphere to read in, and some interesting books for each subject.
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