"The Last Post" ps. I played that piece at the Remembrance Day Assembly, if you remember!!!

Hello,

I would just like to say that overall the course was very manageable. Take it from a guy that had two classes during the Writer's Craft period. Anyone that says that the course had too much work or whatever just has really bad time management skills. I also liked how you told us when everything would be due on the first day of class (or one of the first days... I forget). It allowed me to figure out when I would be busy or when I could expect a lot of work. I don't know if I could use the word "fun" (as you do) to describe this course, but it wasn't a bad course!

I am very confused about the "last blog entry" thing, though. When you said "blog entry" I thought you meant to post something on our blogs. However, all of my classmates have posted theirs on here and so I guess I should do the same. Here goes nothing...

Dear Ms. Hyde,

Hello. How are you? I hope you are doing well. It is never a fun thing to hear about someone that is not doing well! How am I, you ask? Well, I am fine thank you. I am actually supposed to be studying for Geography right now. However, I just remembered that I had to do this last blog. It wouldn't make a lot of sense to not do this blog since I managed to do every other blog! You managed to do every other blog, you ask? Why, yes I have! Not only did I have two courses to balance during the Writer's Craft period, but I managed to do so quite well, writing most of my blogs the day they were assigned and eons before some of my classmates wrote theirs (I hope this is not a run-on sentence, a problem I learned to correct from your wonderful and appreciated guidance). Hey, did you hear about the Tiger that was supposed to be in downtown Hamilton! It turned out that it was just a big advertisement scheme. If we compare this scheme to other schemes, we would find that this scheme was indeed the most "schemey". I am so glad that you taught me how to do compare/contrast essays or else I wouldn't know how to compare schemes! Wow, look at all the neat-o skills I learned from Writer's Craft! It is as if I took all of the lessons I learned to heart and managed to turn them into meaningful skills! What a great guy I am! I think that I deserve a great prize for my efforts! Perhaps the highest mark imaginable would be an appropriate reward? If you don't agree, I could write a persuasive essay to prove my case. After all, I did learn how to master the art of the persuasive essay in your class!

Hope you consider,

-Dylan

(ps. Have a good summer!)

A Sunrise Through Dark Eyes

(I am assuming that all people referred to as "blind" in this blog were born "blind")

Seeing (pardon the pun) that blind people have never had the chance to gaze upon anything and have no real concept of what objects look like, I understand that references to colours and images will not be effective. More unique explanatory techniques will be required.

"The first step in understanding what a sunrise looks like, is to imagine a ball. Although you have never seen a ball, you have felt its shape before in your hands. It is very round. Imagine that ball in the middle of a blank canvas"

"Now you must imagine the colour of that ball. I know that you have never seen colours, however, all colours have emotional connections to them. Thus, I want you to imagine that that ball in the sky is the same colour as you feel when you are being cowardly or afraid. Imagine that the ball is yellow"

"The next step is to imagine that yellow ball surrounded by a plethora of colours. To understand the array of colours, imagine yourself when you are experiencing mixed-emotions. There is red for angriness, blue for sadness, yellow for cowardliness, green for sickness. Think about all of those emotions mixed together into a beautiful mess."

"Finally, now imagine all of this coming after a great length of blackness. Think about what you can only observe on a daily basis, and then imagine yourself suddenly being able to open your eyes to what has just been described to you. This occurrence is what it is like to view a sunrise after a dark, black night"

Going to a Play

Being an experienced "playgoer", I have been able to observe many different styles and types of plays. Therefore, I have been able to discover first hand what it is that I expect and like in a dramatic performance.

For what I expect, I expect a play that will not have any "errors". When I say "errors" I mean that people should not be forgetting their lines, dance routines should be well choreographed and delivered, music should be played perfectly, and the audience should show respect for the performance. Nothing is more embarrassing than seeing a "professional" bobble around attempting to remember what it is that they were supposed to say. Nothing is more boring than seeing a dance routine that you could have put together and performed better yourself. Nothing is more saddening than hearing music that has been played carelessly. Nothing is more irritating than having the person sitting beside you talk throughout and undermine a great performance. One might even suggest that I expect perfection when attending a dramatic performance.

For what I like in a dramatic performance, I am somewhat specific. I do not like to find myself guessing correctly the sequence of events in a play. What is the fun in watching a production that is doing everything that I expect it to do? I might as well have stayed home and watched a handful of other plays exactly like it on youtube or television. I also like plays that contain some humorous bits. I love a good tragic tale, however, a good mood-lightener is always refreshing. Whether it be expert placing of a witty or quirky character, or an actual performance of the comedy genre, it does not matter! I just want to laugh and enjoy myself once in a while, and doesn't everyone? Finally, I like plays that try to make me think of something "bigger" than the play itself. A good story is one thing, but a great message is something much more. There is nothing more exciting than discovering new parts about yourself while deciphering a message delivered just for you.

If a play has all of these components, it is quite a rewarding experience to attend. However, if a play fails to deliver some or most of these vital parts, it is nothing more than "just another play".

A Peak into the Future

If given the choice of changing something in the past or having the chance to gaze into the future, I would chose the latter. What has happened has happened and I have learned to deal with everything. People that thrive on the past are pathetic, because there are plenty of ways to deal or correct their situation. They are just too caught up with their petty problems to see this!

Anyways, I think that looking into the future would be a lot more beneficial, as it will show me what I have to accomplish to get to where I want to be in the future. My path will be set out for me, making my life a lot easier. I won't make a wrong turn, or make a poor decision. I would know what has to be accomplished.

I can also see what I have to look forward to. Knowing myself, I will probably not be in a sad situation, as I am far too intelligent to let myself get caught in something like that. Thus, I do not have to worry about possibly seeing something in the future that will upset me. Instead, I will see all of the things that I have to look forward to. Adventures, challenges, relaxing, you name it! I will see it all and I will become eager and excited to be at that point one day.

As I have previously stated, this event would be a blessing. Why not see what is to come? Besides, if you see something you don't like, you can begin to change yourself so that the future will be different. It's undoubtedly positive, and an opportunity I would take full advantage of!

Dylan the Old Geezer

I wake up and my arthritis in my hands is immediately painful. I am an 85 year old man, and I feel that I have lead a fulfilling life. Since I feel that I have served a meaningful purpose on the earth, I do not feel guilty to take a few steps back and resort to some more "savage" behaviour. Now, when I say "savage", I do not mean anything like burning down buildings, or pillaging vilages. I mean activities that seem barbaric for the elderly.

A first activity I like to participate in as soon as I wake up is taking off my clothes and dancing around. I need to take off my clothes anyways to get ready for my bubble bath, and so I might as well do somethign worthwhile. Besides, I am proud that my body has held up so well over 85 years, and I think I deserve the chance to showcase its beauty.

Secondly, after my dance party, I take my bubble bath. However, this is not an oridinary bubble bath. Instead of filling the tub with the usual "Johnson and Johnson" product, I use a more enjoyable product. I prefer to fill my tub with "Pop Rocks", as I find the sound very comforting in my old age, as it reminds me as to how lucky I am to still have my hearing intact. I guess that it is not actually a bubble bath though.

After my bath, I spend hours sitting on my porch making fun of the people that I see. I enjoyed this activity when I was a young whipper-snapper, howevever this cynical hobby would often offend people and get me into a lot of trouble. However, now that I am elderly, no one takes offense to my comments as they view me as a "cute" old man. What used to get me comments such as "What a jerk!", now give me comments like "Aww, isn't he cute?", just awesome.

My final daily activity involves my meal preparation, or lack there of. Being that I am 85, I do not have much concern over my health. It is not like I can really extend my life any longer, and so I might as well enjoy any food I wish. Thus, my dinner usually involves a call to the pizza or chinese guy, followed by a delivery of a personalized cake straight from the bakery! Don't I know how to "woop" it up in my golden years?

85 and living the dream! What else could I possibly want or need?

A Poem that I Found

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Oh shoes on my feet,

Oh, shoes on my feet, Oh shoes on my feet
You keep my feet safe when I cross the street
You help me to kick, you help me to run
You help me spend Summer, right out in the sun

You come'n many sizes, you come'n many shapes
You come with your own certain style and traits
You come in fierce reds, you come in cool blues
With so many options, it's so hard to choose!

But enough of the colours, enough of the traits,
'Cause shoes have a more functional place
They allow you to dance, or climb a big hill
They even help find, those who have killed

Oh shoes on my feet, Oh shoes on my feet
Thank you, Oh thank you, for being so sweet
From desirable traits, to your practical use
Thank you, oh thank you, my wonderful shoes!

Poem of Dylan

Dylan
Intelligent, humourous, observant, and interesting
Sibling of Patrick
Lover of music, Samantha, comedy, and trucks
Who fears enclosed spaces
Who needs television
Who gives humour
Who would like to see the World
Resident of Stoney Creek
Godfrey

Cause-And-Effect Dylan Style

10. University Music student
9. Performed well at University audition
8. Practised for months to learn my audition material
7. Recognized a possible future in Music
6. Heavily involved in all aspects of the Music department
5. Continued Music during high school
4. Joined my first band
3. Took up the bass guitar because everyone else played guitar
2. Went to elementary school
1. I was born

The Most Amazing Tea Party

Although I am not particularly fond of Tea, I think that it would be a lot of fun to put together my very own Tea party. Tea Parties are constantly referred to throughout literature and the arts, and so I would like to experience, first hand, what all the fuss and hype is about. In order to orchestrate the perfect party, as guests, I would invite...

1) Dr. Dre - I am told that the key to any party (tea or not), is to have "bumpin' beats". Although I am not exactly sure what "bumpin' beats" are, I am sure that Dr. Dre is the right man to supply them.

2) Jerry Seinfeld - A good party has a hilarious MC that can break the awkward atmosphere sometimes common at the beginning of a party. With Jerry Seinfeld's prolific comedy career, I do not see how anyone could be more qualified than him.

3) Thomas Lipton - In order to have a successful tea party, someone will have to supply the tea. Who better than the guy who started up one of the best known tea brands?

4) Mr. Belvedere- We will need someone to serve people their tea and crumpets won't we?

5) Boston Colonists - This is actually a "who I wouldn't invite". These guys ruined a large sum of perfectly good tea in the past, and I will not have them ruining my party!

I guess that I will need guests as well...

6) Miley Cyrus - She knows how to promote a good party. Hopefully, if mine goes well, I'll get a song written after my party too, and then more people will want to come to the next.

7) MC Hammer- I know that "Hammer" will be able to get everyone out of their seats and get the party started. He'll be able to help those that are shy dancers with his already established hit dance moves.

8) Tom Hanks - This guy has done everything. He'll be able to entertain everyone with his stories about his career, life, and adventures. If the party begins to get dull, we'll all turn to Tom for another story.

9) Morgan Freeman - Imagine having the guy with the most recognizable voice (other than perhaps James Earl Jones) lead a prayer before the meal at the party? I don't usually pray or do anything religious, but I would if it meant I would get the chance to hear Morgan Freeman speak!

10) Dave Matthews - Dave is known for his "carpe diem" approach to life, and so hopefully he will be able to inspire the other guests to "seize" the party, and make the very best of it.

Levels of Literature

For my blog on the "five levels of reading", I have chosen to use J.D. Salinger's Catcher in the Rye. Since the novel contains literal, emotional, moral, symbolic, and hyperbolic meanings, it seems like the appropriate choice for this assignment. Also, it's an amazing novel.

The first meaning of the novel, the literal meaning, is that it centres around a young man named Holden Caulfield, and his frequent struggles and problems with society. Throughout the novel, the reader witnesses a disheveled Holden, who leaves his prestigious school to live in New York City. After troublesome experiences and one unsavory encounter after another, Holden realizes what it is that he is actually looking for in his life. Therefore, the literal meaning of Catcher in the Rye is that it is a novel about Holden Caulfield and his soul-searching adventures in New York City.

The emotional level stems from the reader having to choose sides in the novel. The person either becomes emotionally drawn to the character of Holden, as they are able to understand or relate to the problems that he describes, or they see Holden as an extremely pessimistic specimen, and they will be utterly annoyed by his lectures on the human race. As people will either become emotionally attached to the character of Holden, or they will be emotionally disturbed by him, this can be seen as the emotional level of Catcher in the Rye.

A moral level of Catcher in the Rye can be taken from the ending of the novel. After going through all of his experiences, Holden Caulfield warns the reader at the end of the novel that "Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.". By Holden stating a direct lesson and supporting it with his personal account, Holden enforces a moral that he wishes his readers to learn.

A symbolic level that can be extrapalated from Catcher in the Rye is Holden Caulfield. Many well-known critics, authors and casual readers have symbolized Holden as a figure of teenage angst. His actions and thoughts reflect typical teenage views and their feelings of "not belonging" in the world. Many teenagers think in a similar fashion (although maybe not as extreme) while growing up, as the pressures of the adult reality finally start to hit them, and thus, Holden can be seen as a reflection of the teenage generations and a symbolic representation of them.

A hyperbolic level that could be extracted out of Catcher in the Rye are the people that Holden encounters during his time in New York City. All of the people he encounters are described to be displaying common themes that occur in every day society. From the girls at the bar's extreme fascination with the "rich and famous" (star-gazing, celebrity gossip, celebrity worship), to the way that characters act at the bar in New York, all of these portrayals are satire of the way that the majority of the human race acts in those situations. Thus, a hyperbolic level can be gained by examining the actions and manners of the people that Holden encounters.

Life in the Hood

My life is one filled with miserable experiences and uncomfortable circumstances. I don't know what it is, but the majority of people that I run into judge me without ever getting to know me. I mean well, and I just wish that people would take the chance to get to know me. They wouldn't judge a book by their cover, so why am I judged in a similar fashion? Perhaps, it's some of the people with whom I associate? Maybe that is my downfall.

An ordinary day in my life starts with getting picked up off the floor where I had been unceremoniously thrown the night before. I guess this treatment reflects the majority of my associate's lack of respect for normal customs. I then make my way down the stairs towards the breakfast table, getting a piggy back ride along the way. I tend to hang off my associates. I hope that this doesn't bother them. Breakfast usually consists of my associates eating a bowl of cereal and some sugary juice. If I'm lucky, I might get a splash of milk to consume from when my associates neglected to be careful while pouring it into their cereal.

Following breakfast, my associates and I begin to make our way towards his school. It is at this point that I begin to see the whole world in a better view. It is as if I had been upside down all morning, and had finally been flipped up to see the world in a clearer perspective. Along our way, my associates run into some of their companions, who are also accompanied by members of my species. We come in all sorts of colours and types. Some are red. Some are blue. Some are white. Some are black. Some have a big hole in their stomach. Some have stitches up their middle. Despite our differences, I think that we all share a common feeling of neglect and unfair judgement against us.

I then spend most of my time in hiding, along with my associates. They tend to not spend much time actually at school and spend most of their time huddled out in the cold at the back of the school. It's alright, though. They say some interesting things. However, I do wish that they would stop lighting that stinky plant on fire beneath the brim of my nose and stop pulling on me while they wrestle and fight.

At home, after a day at school, my associates and I have a nice hearty meal. My meal usually consists of fallen noodles, splashes of tomato sauce and drips of soft drink. Yum! Following dinner, I usually have to take a bath, as I reek of that stinky plant and my associates decide it is a good idea to wipe their food covered hands all over me following their meal. Oh well, after my bath I can curl up on a cozy, warm couch with my associates. It's a nice time to relax before I am neglectfully thrust upon the floor once again.

The Encounter

My name is Dylan Godfrey and I am in grade 12 at Orchard Park Secondary School. I can probably be described as an average person. I enjoy not having homework, relaxing and complaining about my dull and boring life at school. I live in an average house, with an average family, with an average life. Nothing out of the ordinary really happens to me, except for the occasional dentist visit or family vacation. With all of this "averageness" surrounding me, you would never guess what happened to me the other day.

You see, I was minding my own business, returning from a trip to the grocery. I had set out early that morning to retrieve some artichokes for my Grand-mama, and I was eager to return from my voyage and see the look on her face when she gazed at the marvelous artichokes I had discovered. "These are the most wonderful artichokes!", I imagined her saying, and indeed they were the most extravagent artichokes I ever stumbled upon.

I rounded the corner of my street. I was in the straight away, the home stretch! I could see my Grand-mama's white, shrunken cottage in my sight. However, in an instant I found myself on the seat of my pants, covered in mud, the artichokes in a puddle of filthy brown water a few meters away. "They're ruined! The most perfect artichokes to ever exist!". I was in total shock, what had run into me with such force to knock me flat on my behind? With such strength to make the artichokes fly into space! I gazed at my new enemy, and to my surprise I was watching a giant cat pick himself up off of the ground after the horrific accident.

"Waho! Thorry about that!" my giant feline foe stated. He seemed to speak in some sort of catty dialect, and so I had to translate some of the words he said. 'Thorry' means 'Sorry' in cat, and I will make sure I properly clarify the translation of some of the harder words that exist in the language.

"You ruined my artichokes! They were perfect! Grand-mama was going to be so happy!" I yelled at him. My anger was starting to increase. "This damn cat bastard," I thought to myself.

"What can I do to thelp you meowout?" he asked. Perhaps he had some good intentions.

"Well, you could start by getting me some new artichokes you giant oaf!"

"I'd love to thelp you meowout friend, however, I am a cat! I cannot go into a grocery store!" Indeed, that was a problem.

"Well, perhaps you could give me some money, so that I can get some new artichokes for my Grand-mama!" I suggested. I thought that was a good solution.

"Hehehe, well you see, buddy, I am a cat, I do not have any money!" he said with a grin. Indeed, again, that was also a problem. "Is there thome other way that I could thelp you meowout?"

"Well I don't know! In all honestly, Mr. Cat..."

"Please pal, my name is Frederick!..."

"In all honestly, Frederick, I just wish that you had never run into me! I have so many things to do these days and you running into me is just a giant pain in my butt!" I was so upset, angry, frustrated, all of those words that describe a negative mood. The stupid cat was being no help at all. Yes, I realize he was a cat, and life is a lot more difficult for a cat. I couldn't imagine how difficult it must be to not be able to go grocery shopping and have no money! However, he still should have watched where he was going. Don't cats have amazing eyesight? Shouldn't he have been paying attention?

"Well fella', as much as I feel bad for you, I thtill think that you thould have been watching where you were going!" he remarked. That did it, that cat pushed me over the edge. The frustration of my lost artichokes, my busy and stressful life and my unusual circumstance had all accumulated to the point of explosion. The cat was in for it!

I ran towards a small field, conveniently located right beside my place of encounter with the giant cat, and began searching. I knew what I needed to get rid of my stress. The cat needed to suffer. I needed something and that something was catnip, and I was going to find it.

"What tha doin guy?" the cat inquired. I didn't respond.

I kept searching, pulling up roots, rummaging through bushes and picking through shrubs to locate the magical plant. After a few minutes of scavenging, I located my target, a magnificent stock of leafy greenness known as catnip. I grabbed it, brought it back to the scene of the crime and threw it right in front of the cat!

"Where'd you find that, chum? Why don't you pick it up, before..." he stopped talking. He knew I had exposed his cat weakness. Although cats appear to be cool, calm and collected, their major weakness is catnip. It has the ability to drive a cat to the point of insanity, an hallucinogenic state that they have almost no control over!

"I've had it with you, cat! You've pulled my last straw, tranced all over my last nerve and pushed my buttons for the last time," I informed him. All I had to do was stand and wait. A cat can't resist their most desired treat. He was doomed.

After a minute or so of our stand off, he began to become curious and fascinated with the catnip. He began by eyeballing in a manner that an obese child eyeballs double fudge chocolate ice cream, followed by slight pokes, increasing in frequency and tempo as the amount increased. I had him. I had tricked the cat.

He began prancing around like a lunatic! Jumping, bouncing, hopping and bounding all across the street! The catnip had worked and it was time for phase two of my plan. I ran over to the catnip I had picked and ran over to the fence that was located right beside us. I had heard the family of the house outside during my confrontation with the cat and because of this, I had the perfect solution to dispose of my feline woes. With my mightiest of strength, I hurled the bushel of catnip over the fence and it landed with a hearty 'thud'. The cat looked at me, I looked back. He looked at me again, I kept looking back. Eventually, his cravings overcame his sense of judgement, and with one giant leap, the cat hurdled the fence and was in the neighbour's yard. At that moment I knew that my plan had worked, as shrieks of fear rose above the fence. I knew that in a matter of minutes, they would be calling the SPCA to remove the giant euphoric cat from their yard.

I wandered back to my Grand-mama's house to tell her the tale of my trip to the grocery store and my encounter with the giant cat. I hoped that she wouldn't be mad that I no longer had any artichokes for her. After I had told her my tale, she was not upset with me in the least and she gave me a crisp five dollar bill to go and buy some new artichokes. You're probably saying to yourself, "Shouldn't you have been worried to go back to the grocery store? You do remember what happened last time, right?". However, after an experience like that, I now know that I can live my life without worry or fear, because if you know how to deal with a giant cat, you know how to deal with any problem life throws at you!

The Velociraptor at Night

You would never have guessed what happen with my friend David. The other day he wrote something really nice on my homework. However, I was not in the mood to write something nice back to David, and so I yelled, "David! I am so upset with you!", to which David responded, "Have you heard about the story of the Velociraptor at Night?". I was very intrigued to learn more about this Velociraptor at Night and the possibilities of his adventures were ringing in my head.


David started telling me that the Velociraptor at Night was from the Czech Republic and immigrated to the United States after seeing a photograph of John Travolta. He wanted to become John Travolta's best friend and so he took up a job working in a photography lab. Unfortunately, the Velociraptor at night is not very smart and did not realize the giant flaw in his plan. Thus, the Velociraptor at Night spent 47 years working behind the scenes of the photography lab developing pictures. One day, to his great excitement, the Velociraptor at Night discovered a picture of John Travolta and his family that he had been developing. So, the Velociraptor at Night grabbed his iPod and went to the location that John Travolta and his family were pictured at: A and W's.

The Velociraptor at Night spent 28 years sitting and waiting at the A and W's for John Travolta until he noticed a new sign at the A and W's. The sign said that "Velociraptors at Night are no longer permitted to sit and wait at A and W's for John Travolta", and so, the Velociraptor at Night had to wait outside, hopefully being able to catch John Travolta before he went inside the A and W's. Unexpectedly, the Velociraptor at Night became aggressive with a cleaning boy when the boy said that the Velociraptor at Night could not even wait outside the A and W's and it decided to take action against the A and W's.

He brought his story to Molly Ringwald and she and the Velociraptor at Night began protesting against the A and W's. They wore blue t-shirts because they determined that that was the best way to protest A and W's. Eventually, the Manager of the A and W's told the Velociraptor at Night and Molly Ringwald to stop wearing blue shirts because it was offensive to his heritage.

Following the Manager's announcement, Molly Ringwald and the Velociraptor at Night left the A and W's and began to plan a new course of action. They decided to play Scrabble for 5 days straight to gain inspiration. However, due to the Velociraptor at Night's inability to pick up Scrabble pieces, the plan failed. Following the Scrabble, Molly Ringwald and the Velociraptor went and bought some new spiffy shoes to at least look respectful while they protested, despite their lack of plan. Suddenly, a representative of McDonald's recognized the Velociraptor at Night and Molly Ringwald from their earlier protests and helped them destroy the A and W's reputation by claiming that A and W's was the reason for spontaneous combustion.

Following the story, David said to me "... and I swear to you, that is exactly how it all went down."

Digesting Literature

Eating books? I don't recall a time that I've ever contemplated consuming a book, nor do I think that I would be capable of accomplishing such a feat. However, since my present circumstances are allowing me to explore the possibilities of a book digesting scenario, I might as well go and adventure. This task could become rather interesting since I would much rather indulge myself with a steak dinner or with some chicken wings. Personally, I find the nutritional value of books to be questionable at best.

1) To start off my book consuming experience, I will start with an appetizer. This appetizer will come in the form of Art in Miniature by Margaret Hicks. Appetizers are not necessarily meant to fill you up, but are meant to get you excited about eating your meal. Since Art in Miniature is intended to be published in "miniature book" form, it serves as the perfect appetizer specimen. Additionally, my interest in Art will draw me even deeper into the book, making me even more excited to begin my digestive adventure.

2) Being an avid eater, I will undoubtably want more appetizers. I will follow up my first appetizer with a novel called Life of Pi by Yann Martel. This novel is a tale of a boy that is lost at sea, facing surreal everyday events and challenges that he must overcome in order to survive. Personally, I wouldn't be able to last as long as Pi on a lifeboat. While his survival instincts and innovations are beyond compare, my skills are primitive and limited as I would most likely curl up into a ball and hope for rescue instead. Thus, I would hope to obtain his life preserving skills by ingesting this novel, making it the healthiest thing I would ever eat.

3) My main course would consist of consuming an edition of Encyclopædia Britannica Eleventh Edition. After consuming such a vast quantity of knowledge and information, not only would I be rather full, but I would undoubtably be the most informative person on the planet. There wouldn't be any possible way to deny my intellectual status. I just swallowed a 29 volume collection of knowledge, written by some of the greatest minds that have ever inhabited the earth.

4) It seems that after a meal, most people tend to have a Coffee in order to add a more awake, hyper, dare I say "crazy", element. In order to obtain my "crazy", I will sip some One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey. This novel tells the tale of the patients and events that unfold in a psychiatric hospital. After consuming the novel, I am certain that I would be diagnosed with Pica, a disorder whose sufferers consume random objects such as watches, spoons, and batteries. I would fit in well with the other patients, and thus I would look at this situation as an opportunity to make new friends. Yes, they may be certifiably "insane", but hey, who said being popular is easy? I guess Coffee truly is a social beverage!

5) After dinner, I would finish off my eating experience with a handful of Arthur's Halloween by Marc Brown. It's short and sweet and just what you need after consuming a substantial meal as I had just done. Dessert is meant to round out the eating process, and I believe that Arthur's Halloween is not only a fulfilling short story, but can also satisfy your sweet-tooth's cravings as well!

I never thought I'd live to see the day that I would think about eating a book. I guess stranger things have happened before! *bing* Dinner's done! I have to go eat now! What's on the menu? Tonight I am having a healthy serving of Harry Potter along with a stir fry of Catcher in the Rye, The Great Gatsby, and to Kill a Mockingbird. Oh no, what's happening to me!

My Writing Preferences

I Enjoy Writing...

1) Scripts
2) Songs
3) Notes For Myself
4) Good Ideas For Things
5) Story Ideas
6) On Facebook
7) To Guitar Companies
8) To Satisfy My Creative Side/Needs
9) Lists
10) On Birthday Cards
11) Letters From Camp
12) Whatever Comes Into My Mind

I Enjoy Writing About...

13) Music
14) The Toronto Maple Leafs
15) The Toronto Blue Jays
16) The New York Yankees
17) Life
18) Movies I've Watched
19) Funny Television Shows
20) The Antics of Others
21) The Oddities of Everyday Life
22) What I Would Like to Accomplish
23) Camp Kitchikewana
24) Working at Wild Water Works
25) Whatever Comes Up

Back on Blogger... Who Would Have Thought?

A hardy "hello" to the world of Blogger! I never thought that I'd see the day that I would have to come back to this site, and I don't know if I am happy or sad about my situation.

My name is Dylan and I am a grade 12 student. I am currently interested in going into the Music and English streams following my academic career. I feel that my creative mind will serve me well in both fields, and hopefully I will find some success. I enjoy playing music. My instruments include, Bass and Guitar, Trumpet, and some drums and keyboards. I also enjoy watching comedy programs on television. However, sometimes this proves annoying as I end up analyzing the shows as I watch them. Oh well, I guess it's not the worst habit to have.

Since this is a course focused on Writing, I deem it appropriate to discuss my Writing interests. I enjoy writing scripts for videos (ones that end up on Youtube), songs, and I don't mind writing down my ideas for stories and novels. Although I am too busy these days to take my ideas more seriously, I hope that I can write literature and music more often in the future, perhaps making a career out of my art.