Nursurey Rhyme Story

Jack Be Nimble

            He slowly moved his head around the corner, he thought he heard some breathing, but it was too late. The thing was right in his face! He turned and ran towards the window. He closed his eyes and braced for impact. The next thing he heard was a crash at the same time he felt his body slam against something that gave way. He fell in a shower of glass shards.

            Wait, wait. Let me tell you how this all started. Jack was walking home, minding his own business. Out of nowhere some guy jumped out and attacked Jack. Luckily he knew karate and fought him off. The only evidence of the attack was a cut on his arm and a black eye.

            When he got home his mom saw his injuries and inquired him about it. Jack told his mom about the guy and how he fought him off. His mom told him that she was going to ask him to go to the store to get some milk, but that she would ask his brother instead. He told her that it was fine, and that he’d go get it anyway.

            On his way to the store he passed by a house, not just any house mind you. It was The House of Old Man McLough. He remembered some kids talking about it at school and the strange creature that lived inside. His curiosity got the best of him, and he went in.

            He was exploring the old house when he saw a candle. There was no significance about the candle except that it was lit, recently too. The wax hadn’t even started to melt yet. The reason this was so surprising is because the house had been abandoned for several years. He turned and started jogging towards the door to leave, but when he got there the doors were locked…

            He turned around only to be looking straight in the eyes of the creature, or at least that’s what he assumed. The creature had these big eyes that seemed to be looking straight into your very being. Its face was distorted and scarred. Its teeth were sharp and pointy as a razor. It had ears somewhat like an elf’s. Jack jumped at the sound of its voice, it was horrible and reminded him of fingernails on a chalkboard. It said, “You’d best run away!” Jack started running back in the direction of the candle stick, while the creature was just standing there cackling.

            As Jack was getting closer to the candle stick he heard the creature’s voice, it sounded like it was coming from everywhere. “Jack, be nimble! Jack, be quick! Jack, jump over the candlestick!” Jack did a practice jump to make sure he’d be able to do it, but when he landed he tripped. He got back up and started to run towards the candlestick. He jumped, and he burned his toe. At the same time he realized, a little too late, that there was a wall on the other side.

            He crashed through the wall and thudded on the ground. He groaned as he got up. His mind flashed back to the creature, he looked back at the hole. Sure enough, there was the creature with a horrible scowl on its face. “Jack, jumped high! Jack jumped low! Jack burned his toe! Jack broke my wall! Jack is trapped! Jack will get ripped!” Jack really didn’t want to know what the creature meant by “ripped” so he ran towards the door in the room.

            He was back in the main room where the door was. He looked around and saw some stairs, he ran up them and put his back against the wall to catch his breath.

            He peaked his head around the corner only to look into the horrible twisted face of the creature, who was smiling at Jack. He jumped back and hit the wall, which he then used as leverage to push himself off to a running start towards the window. He squeezed his eyes tight as he dived towards it, bracing for impact. He felt a slight amount of resistance as he hit the window, and fell through in a rain glass shards.

            His body was found in a pile of broken glass and blood the next morning.

Review of Journal Article #5

Name : Jason Scherwinski

Title of article : Ghost City Symbolizes Cost of Nuclear Disaster

Author and brief background : Richard Ingharn

Journal title and volume number : no idea

Date of sumbmission : Wednesday April 6, 1:54 am ET

                Basically, this article is using a city in Russia, Pripyat, as an example for what would happen if the nuclear reactors in Japan go kaboom. At the beginning it was talking about the stuff in a kindergarten, and how it was all covered in a white dust, and the Geiger counter was really loud. It also talks about how the amount of money it cost to take care of the nuclear accident in Russia cost was really high, and when you add the damage from the earthquake and tsunami, it’s going to be extremely high, and will take years to take care of.

                Again, the key points are above.

                I find it interesting how much it could cost if the nuclear reactors go off.

                I don’t have to deal with countries financial problems, so I don’t think this will help at all.

                I’m pretty sure there’s nothing to agree or disagree with.

                This article, again, has not influence the way I think deeply about my values, beliefs and assumptions. 212 words! Yay!

                I could look it up on Google to figure out more about it.

Review of Journal Article #4

Name : Jason Scherwinski

Title of article : Doubts Raised on Book’s Tale of Atom Bomb

Author and brief background : William J. Broad

Journal Title and volume number : Doesn’t say, I think

Date of submission : February 20, 2010

                So, there’s this guy, Charles Pellegrino, who wrote a book about the atomic destruction of Hiroshima. One of the guys he interviewed, Joseph Fuoco, supposedly was a last-minute substitute on one of the planes that escorted the Enola Gay, the plane that dropped the bomb. He was a substitute to a James R. Corliss, or so Pellegrino thought. It turns out that Corliss never was sick, he was on the plane. Corliss’s family has evidence such as a photograph of him receiving a medal for his role in the bombing, some hand written notes on what the explosion was like, records of him being there, etc. The hand written notes said “When the bomb went off it was so bright that I had to squint,” wrote about how the plane continued to circle the cloud. “All the time it was churning all around, sometimes inside out, with red, yellow, purple and brown colors.” Whereas, Mr. Fuoco’s widow, Claire, had no evidence of him being on the flight at all.

                Main points are above.

                I found it interesting that the guy would lie about something like that.

                I don’t think this could possible happen to me, unless I get my hands on a time machine.

                I disagree with Mr. Fuocco’s decision on lying about something like this.

                This article has, yet again, not affected how I think deeply about my values, beliefs, and assumptions.

                If I wanted to know more about this I could just read the book.

Review of Journal Article #3

Name : Jason Scherwinski

Title of article : God Said Multiply, and Did She Ever

Author and brief background : Joseph Berger

Journal title and volume number : I don’t think it has one

Date of submission : February 19, 2010

                Ok, so this girl who had 18 kids, but 2 died in the Holocaust and another in a summer camp accident, died a month before the article was published. Her name was Yitta, she was 93 years old. When she died she left behind 15 children, and greater than 200 grandchildren, and so many great and great great grandchildren that, there may be 2,000 living. The reason she had so many children was because of her religion, or at least that’s what I got from the article. Her husband died 34 years before the article was published, and her family said that they never once felt she was a widow. She used to say, “ When there are so many problems in life, I should put myself on the scale?”

                Again, the key points are above.

                I found the entire article to be striking and interesting, so I’m not going to re-type the entire article because I’m lazy, and that’s illegal.

                This will not happen to me, way too many kids.

                Well, I completely respect her opinion and choice in having that many kids, but I don’t agree with it.

                This article has not influenced the way I think deeply about my values, beliefs and assumptions… What is up with that question anyway?

                I think I know enough already.

 

Review of Journal Article #2

Name : Jason Scherwinski

Title of article : Doesn’t say

Author and brief background : Doesn’t say

Journal title and volume number : Doesn’t day

Date of submission: Doesn’t say

                So, there’s this girl who’s a photographer for a news type thing, at least that’s what I think. She takes a picture of a kid sitting in an unfinished house who’s just exploring out of curiosity, and she gets in huge trouble for it. She almost ends of in jail for three years because of this. It said something about how “the images of the human face seem sad and anxious , they are portrayed against an excessively pathetic background,” also, “ This vision excludes the beautiful landscape of our homeland, the remarkable spaces of our cities.”

                The key points are above, I think.

                What did if find striking or interesting? Nothing really.

                How relevant would this be if this happened to me? I don’t like taking pictures.

                What do I agree with or disagree with? Well, I agree that you could tell the house was being remodeled, but I kind of agree that if you don’t look close enough, it could be taken the wrong way.

                This article hasn’t influenced me in thinking deeply about my values, beliefs or assumptions.

                I don’t really want to know more because it’s boring.

Review of Journal Aticle #1

Name : Jason Scherwinski

Title of article : Doesn’t say

Author and Brief background : Doesn’t say

Journal Title and Volume Number : Doesn’t say

Date of submission : Doesn’t say

                This article is about this girl, Alex Loo, from Canada who is a snowboarder that is competing in the parallel giant slalom at Cypress Mountain. She has all these problems going on that are preventing her from continuing in her progress to this point. She does some things and all these people, including Kin Wah Leung and Kin Hun Leung, start helping her.

                Some key points to this article are when she tears a ligament in her knee, and when the Kin brothers started selling reusable grocery bags that had a picture of Loo on them.

                What I found interesting is that two random guys that had gone through a lot to get where they were would just start helping this girl for no reason.

                If this were to happen to me, I don’t snowboard so it wouldn’t, I might try the same things that she did.

I would say what I agree/disagree with, but there’s nothing to agree/disagree with.

                This article has not affected how I think deeply about my values, beliefs and assumptions.

                To further my knowledge on this subject I could Google it, or look it up somewhere else.

News Story Thingamagig

http://www.ksl.com/index.php?nid=148&sid=14759925
This story is... just look at it and you'll see how stupid people are.

Photojournalism

     I used my iPhone to take these two pictures on the laser lights app. I had sticky fingers on, and, if I remember right, I had visual mode 2 on one of them and visual mode 4 on the other. I used the 4 finger touch on one of them and 3 fingers on the other. I use the second one as my backround for no particular reason. I think I wrote enough stuff on these two so I'm done.

     I took this picture on SpawnGlow. I honestly cannot remember how I did it, I took it when the iPhone 4 came out. If I remember right, though, I made the light length all the way up and the speed all the way down, then I touched the screen in the very middle, it took a few tries. There are a few more options on the app that I can't remember. Sorry that this wasn't done on time Mr. Church.

Biography...

     This a biography about some french guy named Auguste Renoir. He was born Febuary 25, 1841 in Limoges, France to a poor talyor, who had five sons.
     He and his family moved to paris when he was four years old. At the age of thirteen he was sent to work as an apprentice to work at a porcelain factory. His job was while he was there was to decorate china. It was then that his life's path was clear, he wanted to become a full-fledged artist.
     Eventually, he was able to join Ecole des Beaux, school of art.
     He became a famous painter, printmaker, and sculptor. He was one of the people who stated Impressionism. His paintings of women and landscapes were characterized by his use of vibrant colors.
     In 1903 he developed a crippling arthritis. As his arthritis became worse, he began to tie his paintbrush to his hand so that he could still paint.
     His family made Renoir happy. His wife, who was younger than him, bore him three children. She was a dressmaker, and would pose to help him with his paintings. His son, Jean, became a famous film maker.
     In 1919 he caught pneumonia, which caused him to have a heart attack and killed him on December 3, 1919. People remember him as "The Happy Painter."

STORY TIME!!!

     Once upon a time, a little ball rolled down a hill. It was around the size of an acorn, and a dark purple color. The ball got stuck on a stick, that refused to move. The ball politely asked the stick to move... When the stick didn't move, the ball asked again.
     After a few more tries the ball started to get angry. The stick just sat there ignoring the ball.
     The ball was tired of the stick, so he pulled out a gun and shot it several times. The stick was gone and there was just sawdust.
     The ball continued rolling down the hill, whistling Marry Had a Little Lamb. After a moment or two of rolling down the hill, he felt a sharp pain in the back in his head, and everything went black.
     When he woke up he looked around the room and finally realized that it was pitch black, but then he realized that he was wearing a blindfold. Somebody yanked it off, and the ball found himself looking at a duck with a cigarette sticking out of his mouth.
     The duck smacked him, and walked away to grab a bat. The ball saw that and looked down at the ropes holding him, glanced at the open window, and had already formulated a plan.
     The ball slipped out of the ropes, thinking about how stupid they were for holding him in ropes, he was a ball after all. Then he rolled off the chair and bounced out the window, good that he was a bouncy ball.
     He heard the duck's angry quacks behind him growing quieter and quieter. The ball looked back, and that was his one mistake. He fell into a fire and died.

THE END

Re: Is Blogging Journalism?

     I agree with the article. It makes some really good points like using the quote by Charles Darwin's quote "It is no the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is the most adaptable to change."
     Another good point was saying that blogging isn't journalism, but it affects the way that it's done.

First Blog?

     This is for school, I need three paragraphs. This first paragraph is about needing tree paragraphs. Sarcasm for the win! =)
     Ummm.... I finnished a book series that I've been reading for awhile. The Chronicles of Vladimir Todd I started reading them earlier this year, and wasn't able to read the last one for a few months. It was  AMAZING....
     This is my third paragraph. It is about my third paragraph. It is short. It is simple. BYE!