Low Diction-Emery Miller

So I'ma gonna write 'bout a story where me and my pals were being a couple of dadgum bunch of fools, shootin' eachother with them airsoftin' guns I got. So one of these here days, out in my good ol' backyard, me and my friends were shootin' my airsoft guns. We had a heckuva time poppin' off rounds at some bullseyes we put up. Then I got this here idea, where instead of shootin' at paper, we shot eachother. So, we got some camoflauge and crap to keep ourselves from gettin' all hurt and crap. So me and my friend set up a couple of pieces-o-cover so we could hide and stuff. I didn't want the mutt to get hit, so I shooed him and told him to go on 'n git in the garage. Then, we started up the good times, hur hur I reckon we did!
      So I started out hidin' behind my garage. I was too scared to come out and shoot at the durn feller, so I waited while I heard him reloadin'. I pulled out to shoot at him, but he was trickin' me! He still had some ammo so he tried in a couple shots at me, lucky me all them shots missed. I wasn't doin' too good, so I came up with a plan. I'd a throw a rock 'n distract him, and when he was all confused, I'd give 'im one heckuva shootin'! So I picked up the purdiest stone I could find, and chucked it at the fool. While he watched it fly through the air, I shot at him! I didn't hit him, but it pushed him back. All of a sudden, he came behind the garage and had his weapon pointin' at me. I didn't want to get me all shot up at point blank, so I begged him not to shoot me and I surrendered. He bragged 'bout it to my brother, but while they was talkin' I pulled a dadgum dirty move. I shot him, right at his leg and all none more than five feet away. That didn't make 'im happy. He got so mad, he shot me point blank at m---anyways, it hurt so bad I fell in pain. We then began shootin' eachother point blank, and by the time we was done, we had welts the size of fat grapes. We was hurtin' for a long time.
      And that's that kind of stuff me and my buddies do. And ain't it the life!

Extra Credit Blog-Emery Miller

The most fun piece of writing I can recall doing was a piece I called Paintball Preposition. In seventh grade, we had to write a poem using prepositions(not really a poem, just sentences lined on top of eachother that each started out with a preposition). It was fun to do because I had a great time remembering my first time playing paintball ever. The way it worked was this. I got a piece of poster paper, and I drew a scene I remembered from playing paintball with a bunch of other people. I enjoyed drawing it, because I like making art and it was fun drawing paintballs flying everywhere and people getting sprayed or splattered with green paint. Anyways, we got this piece of poster paper, drew a scene of what we were writing about, then typed a "prepositonal poem." Every sentence started with a prepositional phrase and then was seperated by a comma. So one line went "Through the woods, we crept." The "through the woods" part being the prepositional phrase and the "we crept" being the action after it. It confused me a lot writing good phrases because I had ideas in my head I could have used but I could have only expressed them in free writing. But it all turned out good, I had a great time making and an even better time when I found out I got an A+ on it for my artwork and going over the minimum of 15 phrases (or stanzas). I can say that this poem was my most favorite piece of writing I've done in my English career.

Outside Reading-Emery Miller

The book I'm reading is Catcher in the Rye. I like this book a lot but I haven't seen a lot parts of speech or English things like irony or metaphors in it so far. The book doesn't really have many big words and has alot of swearing in it, so I can really understand the book well. I really like the main character, Holden Caulfield. I can't say I can relate to him very well but he seems appealing in some ways. He goes and visits his teacher at his home which you wouldn't expect a normal sixteen-year-old to do. He also talks about everything he hates and all of his pet peeves. He is a very different main character. I like the setting of the book too, taking place in the 40's and at a boarding school and all. It also is a wintery chilly setting early in the book, which puts me in a certain mood that I like. It makes me want to get a hot mug of apple cider or hot chocolate and snuggle up in a blanket and read the book. The book is pretty funny too, I like Holden's sense of humor which is usually making fun of people he doesn't like or flaws about others, but there are some parts I find tedious. Holden says quite frequently after a sentence, "It really was," "I really am," and stuff like that. I don't know what is going on in it, if its just something the author likes to do or what but it seems strange to me. There are other repetitve parts of the book I can't name off the top of my head, but they are there and it makes it seem like the book isn't headed anywhere. All together, I really like the book and look forward to seeing what happens in it everytime I pick it up.

Extending the theme-Emery Miller

To Kill a Mockingbird gave me a new perspective of what reading is all about. To me, I think there are two kinds of readers: There are the kind who read just because they have to and don't really enjoy or go deep within the book and the readers who do enjoy reading from a small liking, or, to a passionate level and who either read the book just for a "mind movie" or who really go within the confines in the book and try to piece together all the metaphors, morals and subtle life lessons inside the book. Then of course there are teachers who read the books, either like them or not, then have to take apart all the literary devices and piece together everything previously stated.
Sometimes when I think about this novel, I think about a tedious school assignment. But other times, I recall the times I spent reading it by the pool in the bright sunlight drinking a tall glass of juice with my dog laying down at my side. I remember my friend coming over and us reading the book together and then discussing what we read while having a good time. I remember falling asleep with this book on warm summer nights, waking up, and starting where I left off. There are many good memories this book had which I never would have experienced if I never chose this class. The childhood memories the author shared from Scout's perspective were some what similar to my own, with memories of school and neighborhood mischeif. This book now a memory I will recall when I am old and feeble, remembering my youth, my free spirt, and what a devillish looking hunk I was. If I had to use one word to describe this book, it would be memories. Nothing but sweet, sweet memories.