It was 6:30 when Rob woke from his deep sleep on the planet of Zephalia. He got up out of bed, stretched, and walked over to his window. It was a bright and sunny day, perfect for being outdoors.
“I am going to go boating today.” he thought to himself. He quickly went over to his calendar that was hung up on the wall to check to see if he had anything else planned for that day. August 15, 2009 was the date, and their was nothing else planned for that day. Rob went outside and walked down to the beach to fetch his skiff. Inside the skiff was a gaff for catching fish, a fishing pole, and some bait. Rob tried to pull the boat into the ocean, but could not move it more than a couple of inches at a time. Rob was a gaunt man, who was very weak, but what he lacked in strength he made up for in kindness.Rob was a poor man, whose whole life relied on catching fish. He often caught much more than he needed. Because he was a very benevolent man, he donated the extra fish that he caught to the poor families of Hawaii.
Eventually Rob got the skiff into the ocean and jumped inside. He floated out getting farther and farther away from the shore. He was out there for a couple of hours when he realized he wasn't going to catch anything. He was about to turn his
skiff around when he saw the water around him turn darker than the rest. Rob started hyperventilating; he didn’t know what was going on. Suddenly an albacore jumped over the side of his boat and back into the water on the other side. Rob dug his paddles into the water hoping for an escape. It was of no use, the paddles were sucked into the water. It was a covey of albacore. They started swimming around him in a circle creating a whirlpool. Rob’s boat started spinning around and around until it was completely submerged by the water. Rob fell unconscious as he saw what he though would be his last sight of the phosphorescence sun.
He woke up a while later. Rob got up and stumbled around for a little while, trying to find out where he was. He was surprised that he was still alive. He then realized that he was in a huge area underwater with a glass covering to keep the water from coming into the building. He was then approached by two albacore. They told him how they thought he was one of the boaters dumping motor oil into the ocean. Rob couldn't believ it. He had heard that there was a secret lair for super intelligent fish, but thought nothing of it. They said they were sorry for their mistake. They then asked Rob to help them annul the boaters that were intoxicating their land.
“Well as long as I am here, I will help the best I can.” Rob groggily stated back. He walked over to his skiff where he picked up his gaff. Rob then realized how weak and tired he was.
“Do you think that I could rest for a little bit before, I am very tired?”
“Yes that would be acceptable.” “Thank you for helping us, you are truly altruistic” The fish men replied. “ We will take you to the spare quarters."
The fish men walked down a narrow hallway with glass windows. Rob looked out of them and noticed all the small hamlets scattered along the sea floor. They kept on walking until they reached a small cast iron door. Rob opened it and inside was an amazing room. There were maritime paintings, rugs, and even his bed was maritime themed. Rob occluded the door and was finally in silence. He tried to go to sleep, but because of everything that had gone on, he was too excited. After finally drifting off to sleep for a couple of minutes, a loud siren went off. The two fish men banged on Rob’s door until he opened it. They told him how the boaters were in their big skiff and they had barrels with them that were filled with oil. Rob got up and headed back to where his skiff and gaff were. He got inside his boat and clutched the gaff in his hand. The fish men pressed a button on the wall and his boat began to levitate toward the ceiling. Before he left they gave him an
anecdote of what to do once Rob confronted the evil boaters.
Once he got to the surface he felt a warm zephyr flow by his face. It was warm out, and there was a thin layer of fog surrounding the air. He tried to look for the boaters, but he couldn’t see anything. He tried to listen to see if he could hear them. He heard the clamor of the two men arguing. One of the sailors was inoculating the other on how to properly use a paddle to row the boat. They kept on fighting paying no attention to where they were going. Rob paddled closer making sure to keep out of the sight of the bickering men. This is where Rob had an idea of his own. He grabbed his gaff and dove into the water. He swam under the water until he was underneath the boaters skiff. As hard as he could he thrust the gaff into the bottom of the skiff. The gaff made a small hole, in the bottom of the boat. The men were so busy fighting that they didn’t notice the water spewing in until there feet were completely underwater. Once they did notice Rob jumped into the boat, to see the barrel the oil was in. The top of the barrel had not been opened yet. Rob grabbed the barrel and threw it to the side, making it fall out of the boat. The men jumped out of the boat also, and started chasing Rob. This is when the ocean around them became darker. The bevy of albacore had come to help Rob get rid of the barrel and the men. They once again circled around the men creating a whirlpool, that sucked everybody down into the fish men headquarters. The men were taken captive by the albacore men and were to be kept in the jail cell underwater for the next five years. Rob was about to finally go home when the albacore men came and bestowed a crown upon Rob.
“ Will you stay and be our king?” they asked
“ I would love to, but I am not a fish and it would not seem right to rule over you all.” Rob courageously said back. The fish men accepted his decision, and then abetted him on his way back home. They latched onto his skiff and swam him into shore. Rob got onto the beach and walked up to his house. Before he went inside he turned around to wave goodbye, but the fish men were already gone.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Second quarter Outside Reading Book Review
Second Quarter Outside Reading Book Review
The Thief Lord, Cornelia Funke, Chicken House Publishing, in German in 2000. Genre: Fiction
The Thief Lord, starts when two boys , Prosper and Bo’s mother dies so they go to live with their aunt ester and uncle Max. They only wanted Bo though so Prosper convinced Bo to run away to Venice with him. They were basically adopted by a group of orphan kids. The kids share many adventures during their times in Venice, trying to get away from a detective trying to bring them back to Ester and Max, and learning more about the thief lord who supplies all the orphans with food and clothes.
Barbarossa: Three hundred for the lot; most of it's rubbish.
Prosper: Eight.
Barbarossa: Four.
Prosper: Seven.
Barbarossa: Four seven-five.
Prosper: Six eight-seven and a half.
This quote shows me that Prosper is very smart and is able to get out of any sticky situation.
This book reminds me of the book Watership Down because prosper and Bo had to go out on their own with their friends, ad that is exactly what the rabbits had to do in Watership down.
In Thief Lord, Cornelia Funke shows how the orphan kids, Prosper, Bo, Hornet, Riccio, and Mosca grow up and change their bad habits throuout the course of the book.
“Do you know what happens here after dark? Things little eyes should never, ever see.” This makes you the reader want to keep reading to find out what they are talking about.
I really liked Cornelia Funke’s book, Thief Lord. I have her next book Inkheart, which I plan on reading. The book has affected me because it kind of made me think how even though people are young they can still do great things. What I didn’t like about the book was how it was so drawn out. I think the book could have ended up to 50 pages earlier.
The Thief Lord, Cornelia Funke, Chicken House Publishing, in German in 2000. Genre: Fiction
The Thief Lord, starts when two boys , Prosper and Bo’s mother dies so they go to live with their aunt ester and uncle Max. They only wanted Bo though so Prosper convinced Bo to run away to Venice with him. They were basically adopted by a group of orphan kids. The kids share many adventures during their times in Venice, trying to get away from a detective trying to bring them back to Ester and Max, and learning more about the thief lord who supplies all the orphans with food and clothes.
Barbarossa: Three hundred for the lot; most of it's rubbish.
Prosper: Eight.
Barbarossa: Four.
Prosper: Seven.
Barbarossa: Four seven-five.
Prosper: Six eight-seven and a half.
This quote shows me that Prosper is very smart and is able to get out of any sticky situation.
This book reminds me of the book Watership Down because prosper and Bo had to go out on their own with their friends, ad that is exactly what the rabbits had to do in Watership down.
In Thief Lord, Cornelia Funke shows how the orphan kids, Prosper, Bo, Hornet, Riccio, and Mosca grow up and change their bad habits throuout the course of the book.
“Do you know what happens here after dark? Things little eyes should never, ever see.” This makes you the reader want to keep reading to find out what they are talking about.
I really liked Cornelia Funke’s book, Thief Lord. I have her next book Inkheart, which I plan on reading. The book has affected me because it kind of made me think how even though people are young they can still do great things. What I didn’t like about the book was how it was so drawn out. I think the book could have ended up to 50 pages earlier.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Outside Reading Book Review
Thomas Spring
Quarter Outside Reading Book Review
The Hobbit by J.R.R Tolkien. Ballantine Publishing Group, 1966 Genre: Fiction
The Hobbit is a thrilling adventurous story, that starts off when a hobbit named Bilbo Baggins is sitting outside his doorstep smoking a pipe. Then a wizard named Gandalf showed up and asked Bilbo if he wanted to go on an adventure. He asked Bilbo because one of his ancestors was a famous conqueror. Bilbo was not anything like his ancestor though, so after he is basically forced into going he wonders if he can rise to the challenge.
“ The enchanting prelude To the Lord of the Rings.” the review reads. This made me want to read the book because I new that the Lord of the Rings was such a good movie that I thought the book must be too.
Tolkien made sure that in the beginning of the book the reader knew that he was a simple hobbit that enjoyed reading a good book by the fire and sipping some tea, but that was before Bilbo set out on the dangerous adventure to try to reclaim the treasure that was taken from Thorin’s grandfather by Smaug the dragon. In the early state of the book Bilbo is very bad at his job the burglar ( which is supposed to be sneaky and steal from others to help his group) and almost gets the group killed. The book the Hobbit remind me of the Eragon, because they are both adventure stories.
"I have chosen Mr. Baggins and that ought to be enough for all of you. If I say he is a Burglar, a Burglar he is, or will be when the time comes. There is a lot more in him than you guess, and a deal more than he has any idea of himself." - Gandalf pg. 19
The story The Hobbit was an extremely good book. I can relate to the book because just like Bilbo I had a particular lifestyle but it got changed and I enjoyed the change. This is the same as Bilbo because he originally started off being the kind of person that would just like to read a book or drink tea, but as the book went on he became more adventurous and heroic and he enjoyed that. Tolkien has affected me because now that I have read this book, I really liked it so I am going to try to read more books by this author. What I liked about this story is that it was very adventurous, and action packed.
Quarter Outside Reading Book Review
The Hobbit by J.R.R Tolkien. Ballantine Publishing Group, 1966 Genre: Fiction
The Hobbit is a thrilling adventurous story, that starts off when a hobbit named Bilbo Baggins is sitting outside his doorstep smoking a pipe. Then a wizard named Gandalf showed up and asked Bilbo if he wanted to go on an adventure. He asked Bilbo because one of his ancestors was a famous conqueror. Bilbo was not anything like his ancestor though, so after he is basically forced into going he wonders if he can rise to the challenge.
“ The enchanting prelude To the Lord of the Rings.” the review reads. This made me want to read the book because I new that the Lord of the Rings was such a good movie that I thought the book must be too.
Tolkien made sure that in the beginning of the book the reader knew that he was a simple hobbit that enjoyed reading a good book by the fire and sipping some tea, but that was before Bilbo set out on the dangerous adventure to try to reclaim the treasure that was taken from Thorin’s grandfather by Smaug the dragon. In the early state of the book Bilbo is very bad at his job the burglar ( which is supposed to be sneaky and steal from others to help his group) and almost gets the group killed. The book the Hobbit remind me of the Eragon, because they are both adventure stories.
"I have chosen Mr. Baggins and that ought to be enough for all of you. If I say he is a Burglar, a Burglar he is, or will be when the time comes. There is a lot more in him than you guess, and a deal more than he has any idea of himself." - Gandalf pg. 19
The story The Hobbit was an extremely good book. I can relate to the book because just like Bilbo I had a particular lifestyle but it got changed and I enjoyed the change. This is the same as Bilbo because he originally started off being the kind of person that would just like to read a book or drink tea, but as the book went on he became more adventurous and heroic and he enjoyed that. Tolkien has affected me because now that I have read this book, I really liked it so I am going to try to read more books by this author. What I liked about this story is that it was very adventurous, and action packed.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
My gocart and baseball.
My Gocart and Baseball
In life there are many things that can be determined as valuable or valueless. Can you understand what the difference is between things that you can put a price on and the things that are just plain priceless.
I walk out onto the freshly mowed grass, and smoothed dirt, and just stare at it. The beautiful infield just waiting to be run on, and get the dirt flung everywhere; the sign of a great game, and the best thing to start off a perfect summer.
I start off by preparing the field for the game. I need to put the bases in, rake the infield and the pitchers mound, and get all the equipment out and neatly set it aside. I position the end of the bat in the chained fence so the hang there. The baseballs are then emptied into a 5 gallon bucket and set next to the dugout. While we wait for the other team to come, we grab are gloves and spread out along the right field sideline and start throwing back and forth.
When the game finally starts I take the field first. Catching grounders and pop flies I am gracefully running and diving all over the right side of the field. Then the hitting comes. Fastballs change-ups, and curveballs quickly dancing around the strike zone. I get a good pitch and swing as hard as I can. I hear the ping of the ball meeting the bat and look up to see where the ball is. I don’t see it in my first glance, so I start my stride. I look down at first base, my place of savior, and see the fielder running toward it. I look up again to see where the ball is and I see it fall just over the shortstop's head. I take a wide turn and take a couple extra steps after I reach the bag toward second base. Once I see the ball thrown back in by the left fielder, I side-step back to first base. This game, this game right here, is about having fun and about the love for the game.
I grab the plastic lever and jerk it back from forward to reverse. I put my foot on the gas and slowly and carefully back out of the garage. I grab the lever again, this time throwing it in the opposite direction, forward. Forward is the direction I am going and hope I will never have to stop.
My go-cart is dark blue, with 2 seats accustomed with seatbelts. There is a role cage in case you accidentally flip or role over on the side of the go-cart , as it has happened in the past. There is a small brake light on the tail end of the machine, and two headlights on the front. It has four 12 inch tires that can turn up to 40 miles per hour. Normally because gas is so expensive you think it would be a problem to be driving all the time, but at 40 miles to the gallon it is also very affordable to ride.
To drive a go-cart you need a lot of land, and that’s exactly what I’ve got. My huge yard opens up into an enormous field that is awesome to drive on and contains a driving range for golfers and its funny to drive on. Sometimes the people aim for you and it's a lot of fun.
I love both my go-cart and baseball for the same and different reasons. The same because they both allow me to have fun. I enjoy them for mainly different reasons though. My go-cart allows me to get away from it all and I can do whatever I want, be free. But playing baseball allows me to spend time with friends, be aggressive and competitive, and learn some new things.My go-cart and playing baseball both allow me to have a good time, baseball more competitively and my go-cart by relaxation.
In life there are many things that can be determined as valuable or valueless. Can you understand what the difference is between things that you can put a price on and the things that are just plain priceless.
I walk out onto the freshly mowed grass, and smoothed dirt, and just stare at it. The beautiful infield just waiting to be run on, and get the dirt flung everywhere; the sign of a great game, and the best thing to start off a perfect summer.
I start off by preparing the field for the game. I need to put the bases in, rake the infield and the pitchers mound, and get all the equipment out and neatly set it aside. I position the end of the bat in the chained fence so the hang there. The baseballs are then emptied into a 5 gallon bucket and set next to the dugout. While we wait for the other team to come, we grab are gloves and spread out along the right field sideline and start throwing back and forth.
When the game finally starts I take the field first. Catching grounders and pop flies I am gracefully running and diving all over the right side of the field. Then the hitting comes. Fastballs change-ups, and curveballs quickly dancing around the strike zone. I get a good pitch and swing as hard as I can. I hear the ping of the ball meeting the bat and look up to see where the ball is. I don’t see it in my first glance, so I start my stride. I look down at first base, my place of savior, and see the fielder running toward it. I look up again to see where the ball is and I see it fall just over the shortstop's head. I take a wide turn and take a couple extra steps after I reach the bag toward second base. Once I see the ball thrown back in by the left fielder, I side-step back to first base. This game, this game right here, is about having fun and about the love for the game.
I grab the plastic lever and jerk it back from forward to reverse. I put my foot on the gas and slowly and carefully back out of the garage. I grab the lever again, this time throwing it in the opposite direction, forward. Forward is the direction I am going and hope I will never have to stop.
My go-cart is dark blue, with 2 seats accustomed with seatbelts. There is a role cage in case you accidentally flip or role over on the side of the go-cart , as it has happened in the past. There is a small brake light on the tail end of the machine, and two headlights on the front. It has four 12 inch tires that can turn up to 40 miles per hour. Normally because gas is so expensive you think it would be a problem to be driving all the time, but at 40 miles to the gallon it is also very affordable to ride.
To drive a go-cart you need a lot of land, and that’s exactly what I’ve got. My huge yard opens up into an enormous field that is awesome to drive on and contains a driving range for golfers and its funny to drive on. Sometimes the people aim for you and it's a lot of fun.
I love both my go-cart and baseball for the same and different reasons. The same because they both allow me to have fun. I enjoy them for mainly different reasons though. My go-cart allows me to get away from it all and I can do whatever I want, be free. But playing baseball allows me to spend time with friends, be aggressive and competitive, and learn some new things.My go-cart and playing baseball both allow me to have a good time, baseball more competitively and my go-cart by relaxation.
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