Thursday, October 16, 2008

1st Quarter Reading Book Review

The Preachers Daughter by Beverly Lewis. Bethany House Publishers, 2005.
In the book the preachers daughter, the protagonist is named Annie Zook who grew up and currently lives in Paradise, Pennsylvania on an amish farm. In the story, Annie's pasion is art. She loves to paint, but her amish preacher doesn't allow artistic expression, so she has to keep her pasion a secret.
"Lewis addresses young Annie Zook's inner conflict between the strong bonds of her family and faith and the allurement of her talent" The book review says.
The book was so much more then a conflict. It was also a story of romance, abuse, and misunderstood young women. This book reminded me of a book i had read when i was younger called "Elle" which was about a girls' life living in a strict amish family, and the troubles she had with this. She had a best friend who wasn't amish because she had to go to school in a different community. It reminded me of the relationship between Lousia and Annie, becuase Lousia is her modern pen-pal. Her writing style was very simpole but some words i didn'y understand popped up now and then,but once i looked them up, i fully understood what the Beverly Lewis was trying to say.
"Climbing back up the hay bales, Annie reached out for the long rope. She swung across the expanse of the loft, her legs tight against the rope so that her dress would not billo out." (87).
I ended up not liking this book at all. I thought it was easy to understand, but to me it was flat out boring. Even though it had so mush different things going on, it wasn't written in a very modern fashion. I guess i'd rather read a book thats target is teen girls.

Monday, October 6, 2008

Nicole's Hot essay that gets to the Point.

Everybody loves their mp3 players, cars, computers, and those jeans you saved up way to much money for. What people don't realize is that those aren't the only things of value. Sure, you can always have your things of financial value, but never forget the importance of those "priceless" moments.

Its late at night and my bones feel weak, my body needs sleep. The cold hits my body and shocks it, as I wait to hop in. The bubbles roar and the water turns bright blue. My foot slowly glides in and is instantly relieved. The water is almost too hot, but its not. My body slips in to a deep relaxation. I let out a sigh and indulge in the hot tub's massaging water.

Every night I can, I go in my neighbors hot tub. Its pretty rare but since she lives right behind me, i try to make it happen. Teddy Bear's Pool & Spa, is my favorite company in the world. I would give anything at night to hit the water. Because there too expensive and I have a pool, my parents won't buy one. I've been in that hot tub so many times, i know the best seat, how everything works, which days they clean it, and were the hot spot is. I can feel the ridges, and adjust the jets. Its like its my own. In fact, every time I use it, i have to wipe it down, even though its not mine, and I use it with my neighbor.

While I'm waiting to get in the hot tub, my body is wrapped in a bathrobe. I'm normally trying to refrain from stepping on snow, (I use it most in the winter), or not slipping on the ice. Normally we have some sort of hot hot drink like hot chocolate or Chi, even though it doest really warm us up.Now that we step into the hot tub, its hard to go in fast. The water is so hot that you have to be careful about how long you stay in or you have to take breaks. When its winter, we like to play dare, mostly when we were younger but we would have to roll in snow or run around the house covered in snow...something along those lines.

My heart is racing. My hands clutch to the wooden bar. I look in the mirror; my body is poised and rounded. I lift up on my toes in my point shoes. My teacher tells me to let go, and do a Shena turn. I sweat and shyly refuse. she takes my hand and gently pulls it away. I'm balancing on my toes, and it hurts. I love that feeling though. My arms are in first, and I choose my spot. I nod my head and try not to shake. My body spins and i finally did it.

For a few weeks I've been taking point lessons. I bought new shoes that have a wooden box, that's were my toes go. After putting on my toe spacers, toe pads, tights, and lambs wool, I'm ready to in my 5Th lesson. Now I have to warm up on the bar and slide into my splits. My feet are ready and its time for the exercises. The funny music plays and i laugh with the other girls. We pretend were real ballet dancers on Broadway. I just started taking these lessons this year and i already have blisters and funny looking feet. I takes so much poise, flexibility, and hard work and practice.....but i love it. With out a doubt, its my favorite part of the week. Even though it runs till ten o' clock on a Monday night, and I'm hungry, exhausted, and thirsty. Without this activity, i wouldn't own those cool shoes and i wouldn't be able to do the splits witch is something that I am proud of.

The feeling of hot tubes kind of reminds me of going up on point. With hot tubs, its so hot it kind of hurts but its a good kind of pain. That's just like point, where when you go up and off the bar, especially for the first time, it hurts with a burning pain but it feels good. That really made me think of the two as similar. Also, the longer your in a hot tub, the more weightless and numb you feel. It's the same with point. Your toes and feet start to feel numb the longer you do it and when you get better, you feel more weightless.
I love both of these items with different values, point with the feeling, and the hot tub, a costly value. I treat both with respect because even though one is worth money and the other isn't, i still wouldn't want either of these things to go away or break. When it's cold out, i would prefer the hot tub, but when I'm full of energy i would rather be getting it out with stretches and delicate footwork. If I'm in a bad or good mood, either of these things would make me very happy or happier then before.