Wesley’s English blog

The holidays haven't changed for me that much since I was a little kid. The only big difference is I have a lot more stuff to do at church by way of playing the horn in the Christmas concert and Christmas Eve service. When I was a little kid I didn't have to do that. The rest of Christmas is pretty much the same. We go to Waffle House on Christmas morning, and drive to Arkansas the day after. Today we watched the movie The Color Purple I learned the differences between the book and the movie.

 One time that I was forgiven was when some lady hit my car that was 20 years old that my dad had an emotional connection with but it was totaled by the other driver who turned left on a red light. I both had to forgive that lady and be forgiven by my dad who had nobody to blame but me and the other driver. It was really not fun and I almost died but I made it out and I drive a 25 year old CRV now so its all good. The other car was a 2005 accord.  Today we started our project and finished out the novel. I learned new vocabulary words that I was previously unfamiliar with. 

 One song that brings back a specific memory is Lonesome Kicker by Adam Sandler. I'll paste the lyrics here.       Me, I'm the Lonesome Kicker Extra points, field goals  at your service One might think it comes with glory You might think different after you listen to my story My helmet is equipped with a tiny face mask What it possibly could protect, I do not know The other guys on the team like to make fun of my little shoulder pads And also like to hide the special shoe I need to kick in the snow People think it's so easy to kick a field goal from the 30 yard line They forget to add seven yards for the snap and ten more cause the goal posts are pushed way back In 1974 the uprights were right on the goal line but some of the players were running into them and getting hurt So screw the kicker...who cares about the kicker? [Hook] But I kick that ball and I pray it goes straight If it does the coach says "Good job number eight" He doesn't even know my name is...

 Mr. Rease chose a good prompt. This is the greatest story ever. Last night at church was the white elephant gift exchange. I did not play because I hate white elephant exchange games. I scammed everyone a few years ago by bringing a bar of deoderant as my gift. I walked out with a 12 pack case of Dr. Pepper. However, last year I brought a decent gift and left with a 1000 piece puzzle that depicts the cast of the show Friends. Totally lame. So this year, I decided to retire and just watch. The honorable mention of the greatest gift was a game called "toilet golf" which is exactly what it sounds like.  However an even better gift was the one that someone gave me after the game concluded. My friend (and co-host for the bingo game earlier that evening) did not want the screaming chicken toy that he got, and I immediately jumped at the opportunity. This by far is the greatest gift I have ever received in my entire life. It is quite literally the funniest thing of all time. The ch...

 Dear God, It is absolutely beyond me that Mr.__ had the effrontery to up and hide Netties letters from me. I feel really upset and angry at him. All this time I've been dearly missing Nettie so dad gum much it's killing me to be without her letters. Mr. __ knew this and decided to keep it from her anyways!!! I just cannot believe it. I knew he was bad, but this is worse than I thought. I cannot let this go unpunished. Maybe I try to fake an injury from him, and I'll tell Shug Avery on him. Then he'll be sorry. Shug Avery will beat the red devil out of him if she thinks Mr.__ has been abusing me. This choice of his to hide the letters is my TURNING point. I'm done with his idiocy. I have just about HAD it with him. Sure, I'm glad I have the letters, and I'll make the novel a ton longer and way more convoluted by including her letters in it, but I'm still super mad at Mr. __ and I must exact revenge.  Today in class we did a short quiz on the previous let...

 One relationship that I had that changed over time is my relationship with ghosts and other forms of paranormal activity. When I was younger, I was terrified at the idea that ghosts could be haunting things and roaming around the earth aimlessly with no other goal than to terrify people. That used to scare me and have me under control to where it would influence my choices and cause me to take part in superstition. As I grew older, this relationship changed. I matured and realized that ghosts don't really exist, and if they did exist, they couldn't even hurt you. I also realized that it's pretty dumb for a ghost to be able to move through walls and fly but somehow be invisibly bound to the place that it died. If the ghost of the Andrew and Abby Borden really existed, it wouldn't be bound to their house that is "haunted," maybe you'd expect to see them at the local supermarket, the gas station, the local deli, or something like that. Honestly, if I was mur...

 Something memorable that I experienced over break was  the road rage incident. (Buckle your seatbelt for this one hahaha). On Friday night, I was driving my girlfriend home after she helped us decorate for Christmas. On Briarcliff road, a big ol truck started following me really close behind and was flashing his light and honking his horn at me. It was about 10:30 at night, so we were the only ones on the road. Against my better judgement, I decided to try to make the dude even MORE mad by coasting and slowing the car down MORE because it seemed like a good idea at the time. Unfortunetaly, the dude decided to start following me and he followed for a long time. Rose was scared, but I just knew to drive to the police station. I'm just glad I survived the situation.  Today in class we read letters 46-50 in The Color Purple, and I'm still very thankful Mr. Rease hasn't read any of the book out loud.  I learned to decipher the book's deeper meaning from the comprehension...