Wow, the week of November 29 already?! Well I have been so pleased with the quality of conversation in the blog. I also think we have just begun to scratch the surface when it comes to quality conversation, deep thoughts, cool applications to real life, and awesome and meaningful epiphanies--that will come to EVERYONE when they learn to read the classics closely.
Write on young philosophers, poets, playwrights and statesmen! Write on!!
Andrew Groft
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ReplyDeleteHah Greenman, I win this week.
ReplyDeleteI finished Les Misérables Thursday night. That tale of Jean Valjean is amazing. He it totally an everyman.
I let you win by the simple courtesy of mercy Hilton. And I am quite disappointed! I spent my whole thanksgiving in Kaysville and never thought to call you so we could get together! Anyway, I hope everyone enjoyed their Thanksgiving!
ReplyDeletemy break was awesome!
ReplyDeleteand now: Ivanhoe!!!!
Hey everyone! Class was awesome today, as usual! You guys are all amazing. :)
ReplyDeleteAnyways, I have an experience to share. Hopefully that's alright. If not, don't read it.
Every Sunday night there is an institute fireside, and the last couple of times I have gone I have walked past a girl sitting on the floor, head bent, eyes closed, looking like she is scared, sad, and lonely. Until yesterday I never had the courage to go up to her. Lately I have been praying to be able to be who God would have me be--strong, caring, courageous,loving, etc., as He would have us all be. Well, yesterday God helped me find the courage to go and sit by that girl, who's name is Abby, and ask her to be my friend. She started crying. At that moment I felt so much love for her, I couldn't help but look up and thank God for helping me find someone I could lift up, and serve. I later learned that she lives in a broken home, that she would sit at the church after firesides because she didn't want to go home, and she had no where else to go. To me that right there is a miracle--the fact that I was granted the courage to talk to her, find out about her, get her phone number, love her, all through God's grace and mercy. As I walked away from her, I had the biggest grin on my face, which is big because I haven't been that happy lately. At that moment, I loved everyone and their dog! I was so grateful, and happy! and I still am! I cannot even put into words my gratitude for God's mercy and long-suffering love. Words wouldn't do it justice.
The Romans would not have fallen if they had any kind of brotherly love in their hearts towards their fellow men. If they would have had that love, they would have served, and because of the services they would perform, they would have loved "everyone and their dog." They would have been happy, merciful, strong, and who God wanted them to be.
Anyways, keep up the good work guys! :)
~Jordang!
nice jordan! that is awsome that you reached out to her like that! everyone needs a friend, and a lot of times, they who need them the most dont have them! thank you for reaching out to a sister in need! give her my love (if that is ok with you).
ReplyDeleteWell, i read lots of things this week, but one of the things i did realise is that i like Ivanhoe when i get into it, so i will have to read it again when i have more liesure time.
Well, novas, i really want to say how thankful i am for so many things! a bed, heat, clothes, food, a house, my family, my friends, my teachers, elevation, god, books, dancing, eyes, hands, ears, a mouth and the ability to speak, my mind, the ability to grow, mistakes and trials, good health, peace, safety, a car that works, my home (NY), the vision i have of the potential inside me that can turn me into something truly amazing, laughter, tears, good talks with people, YOU GUYS!, my granny, yummy food, america, freedom, amazing people to look up to, and the list goes on and on, but i will stop there.
As far as Ivanhoe goes, the story really interests me so far. Why was Ivanhoe banished? (it was his father thinking he was paying too much attention to Rowena, right?) how does Ivanhoe feel about everything that has happened? I would love to get in his head, honestly.
Last thing, i find it interesting that a lot of priestly men are metioned as having terrible morals, and everyone lets it slide! i think that the churches policy of not marrying was pointless, and that marrige is sared and not to be shunned by gods servants.
slightly acclectic and scatterbrained, but i think it will do.
peace out, my novas!
if you haven't read to 1/4 way through the book and don't want to know what happens then don't read this post...
ReplyDeleteI really liked how you weren't 100% sure if the Palmer or the disinherited knight was actually Ivanhoe but you were pretty sure
I have just been really liking it
I am even finding it very easy to read it instead of the Novel I am reading that I didn't finish over the break... with shows that it is GOOD
so... READ READ READ!!!!!
Haha Nathan, I like how you threw up that warning (I read it anyways though because I've read the book in the past and already knew). But anyways, that is so cool Jordan :) that makes me happy.
ReplyDeleteWell here's something I found in my annotations of RAO:
The Golden Rule: “Do unto others as you would have others do unto you.” Jesus taught this and that we can fulfill this rule by loving our neighbor as ourself. Interestingly, Kirk Contrasts his wording of this Golden Rule as being totally revolutionary, in that others had said it in the negative sense (don’t do to others what you would not wish others to do to you) but Jesus’s words had the positive injunction and are compelling, require higher sacrifice and offer far greater reward.
From this I concluded that, It is not for us to Do Not. Rather it is for us to Do. We shouldn't live our lives trying to avoid punishment but should instead be seeking for blessings by doing good.
I am reading a book for social leadership called man's search for meaning. It is awful how bad their lives were. That is the only way to describe the hell they lived through. This is a healing story, mostly because of the way it makes me feel and it makes me want to change things. I really feel like this has something to do with my mission (healing people) and that's why i think books like this hit me so hard.
ReplyDeleteOne of the things that struck me most about the book was the comment he made that they still told jokes, even if they were few and far between. In all their loss of hope and their depression and their hell, they still tried to laugh. What else were they going to do? This is evidance that the human spirit is unconquerable and it will try to find the hope to keep going. He also talked of their hope in a god. He talked about all the little things they were thankful for; they were jealous of convicts, for goodness sakes!
This is a hard book. Read it.
peace out my novas
punky
What is Truth?
ReplyDeleteTruth is what we all want, right? So if everyone in the whole entire world wants to find or obtain truth, why is it that so few people ever find truth? Is it because they don’t look hard enough? Or that they don’t ever look in the right places…Or, is it that when they find it, they are afraid of it and reject it because it shows them their true potential.
In my opinion truth is like a mirror, a mirror that reflects to us our true potential, as sons and daughters of God. What is inside our souls, our fears, our strengths, our inner beliefs, our hearts desires; everything we have ever wanted or needed. So when people find that “mirror”, after they have sought after it in the right places, why do they reject it? After all that they go through to find it, why?
They are afraid. Afraid to embrace their true selves and become who they are supposed to be! Afraid that it is going to be too hard, that they aren’t going to be enough. Afraid to come unto Christ; For He is where all pure truth is found, through Him or through His servants that have gone before us, and have showed us what we can become, through the almost impossible feats they achieved with the Savior by their side, they have shown us what we can become.
So what makes us so afraid of our own potential? The usual things: Our doubts, fears, and insecurities. When we let those doubts pop into our heads, we are letting our fear of failure and our insecurities triumph over the knowledge we have gained by looking through that mirror: the knowledge that, despite what others may think of us, we can! We can accomplish all that we were put here on the earth to fulfill! We can become the person that we saw in the mirror! We can accomplish just as much, or even more then all the great men and women that have made our world what it is today. We can become the person God would have us be.
In this day and age, it is imperative that people seek after truth, for it is what will heal the world and bring all who in sincerity of heart seek after it, closer to the Savior—for He is the source of all truth.
Downward, downward, faster and faster. Suddenly he was aware with certainty and joy that below, ahead, they were waiting for him; and that they were waiting, too, for the baby. For the first time, he heard something he knew to be music. He heard people singing.
ReplyDeleteBehind him, across vast distances of space and time, from the place he had left, he thought he heard music too. But perhaps it was only an echo; an echo of the memories that were fading from his conscious memory. As the cold seeped through the thin blanket that wrapped him and the baby in a feeble attempt to block the icy wind, the sled came to a stop.
Jonas forced his frozen body off the sled, and still holding the whimpering child, shuffled ever forward towards the music and light.
There it is! :)
This comment by Tyler Gwynn:
ReplyDeleteThis is a ending to the book Ethan Frome by Edith Wharton. It made me angry when I read this book.
Chapter IX
Ethan smiled, “I brought the glue Matt” he cried joyously, “ now I can fix that blasted-” His stopped in mid-sentence when he saw Mattie’s face.
“Zeena is back,” she said, “Oh Ethan what are we going to do?”
He tried to brush it off easily, but not too convincingly. “She won’t find the pickle jar for a long while and I could fix it tonight when she is asleep.”
Mattie turned away, “Supper is ready. You probably better go tell Zeena.” was all she said.
A chill went through Ethan’s body. Grudgingly he walked slowly up the stairs and into the bedroom. Zeena was sitting on the rocking chair slowly rocking back and forth, humming a nameless sad tune.
“What did the new doctor say?” Ethan asked.
Zeena silently rocked back and forth for a moment, “I am a lot sicker than we thought I was.” her raspy voice said, “I am going to need a hired girl to help me out. The doctor says I am going to kill myself if I have to work hard anymore.”
Ethan’s thoughts raced, what was he going to do, he couldn’t afford a hired girl he thought, they were all just getting by as it was. Then his thoughts came to an abrupt stop at the next thing Zeena said
“Mattie will need to go home because her mother needs her. She will be leaving on the five o’clock train tomorrow.”
His mouth gaping open, he stood there and stared. Feeling stupid, he finally said, “Suppers ready. You coming?”
“No I won’t,” Zeena droned, “ I am feeling poorly again.”
His whole body drooping, he walked down stairs and sat down at the table. Mattie looked at him with sad eyes.
“She told you?” she asked simply, quietly. He nodded.
The supper was silent and short. Finishing, Ethan stood up and walked out to the closet where he had set the old jar fragments and picked them up. He brought it into his little “hole” and started fixing it.
Zeena was sick, and Mattie is going away for good, probably, he thought. After a while, Mattie came in and watched him silently.
“Ethan?” Mattie’s quiet voice called out.
“What.” he responded, not looking up from his work.
“I am sorry.” Mattie replied, then turned away and silently left the room.
Ethan never went to bed that night, and stayed up and was thinking things through. Morning came and Ethan left to work before anyone got up. He didn’t come home until Mattie had left because he knew that was best.
These next two or three posts done with my account are Tyler Gwynn's Literature class Book Ending:
ReplyDeleteThis is a ending to the book Ethan Frome by Edith Wharton. It made me angry when I read this book.
Chapter IX
Ethan smiled, “I brought the glue Matt” he cried joyously, “ now I can fix that blasted-” His stopped in mid-sentence when he saw Mattie’s face.
“Zeena is back,” she said, “Oh Ethan what are we going to do?”
He tried to brush it off easily, but not too convincingly. “She won’t find the pickle jar for a long while and I could fix it tonight when she is asleep.”
Mattie turned away, “Supper is ready. You probably better go tell Zeena.” was all she said.
A chill went through Ethan’s body. Grudgingly he walked slowly up the stairs and into the bedroom. Zeena was sitting on the rocking chair slowly rocking back and forth, humming a nameless sad tune.
... (to be continued)
(Tyler Gwynn's Ending, continued) :
ReplyDelete“What did the new doctor say?” Ethan asked.
Zeena silently rocked back and forth for a moment, “I am a lot sicker than we thought I was.” her raspy voice said, “I am going to need a hired girl to help me out. The doctor says I am going to kill myself if I have to work hard anymore.”
Ethan’s thoughts raced, what was he going to do, he couldn’t afford a hired girl he thought, they were all just getting by as it was. Then his thoughts came to an abrupt stop at the next thing Zeena said
“Mattie will need to go home because her mother needs her. She will be leaving on the five o’clock train tomorrow.”
His mouth gaping open, he stood there and stared. Feeling stupid, he finally said, “Suppers ready. You coming?”
“No I won’t,” Zeena droned, “ I am feeling poorly again.”
His whole body drooping, he walked down stairs and sat down at the table. Mattie looked at him with sad eyes.
“She told you?” she asked simply, quietly. He nodded.
The supper was silent and short. Finishing, Ethan stood up and walked out to the closet where he had set the old jar fragments and picked them up. He brought it into his little “hole” and started fixing it.
Zeena was sick, and Mattie is going away for good, probably, he thought. After a while, Mattie came in and watched him silently.
“Ethan?” Mattie’s quiet voice called out.
“What.” he responded, not looking up from his work.
“I am sorry.” Mattie replied, then turned away and silently left the room.
Ethan never went to bed that night, and stayed up and was thinking things through. Morning came and Ethan left to work before anyone got up. He didn’t come home until Mattie had left because he knew that was best.
*The End
ReplyDelete(that wasn't in Tyler's ending btw)
Haha
ReplyDeleteWell here's mine. Its my 'finish' to the Picture of Dorian Grey:
Excerpt from last Chapter of the Book:
“He went in quietly, locking the door behind him, as was
his custom, and dragged the purple hanging from the portrait.
A cry of pain and indignation broke from him. He could see
no change, save that in the eyes there was a look of cunning
and in the mouth the curved wrinkle of the hypocrite.
The thing was still loathsome--more loathsome, if possible,
than before.”
After the initial shock despair ensued...time became lost and in the eluding hours that passed, Dorian stood motionless in front of the horror he had created. He could only stare in terrible guilt and suffering while the feigned, sneering back at him, continued to harrow up further torture. Had he really made himself thus? Had the human being he now was once laughed in scoffing triumph as the portrait became decrepit while he was left whole? Yet he, his inner soul, had not been left whole; though his retained youth and undeserving beauty by first appearance proved his innocent goodness, all who associated with him could feel his filthiness, for it emanated, not like an aura around him, but as a black whole within which all goodness perished.
Though hunger and the pains of stiffness increased as he stood there, stalk still, even greater was the remorse that welled up within him. His crimes he reviewed. The faces of those innocent he had marred, even killed, appeared in his minds eye and though he would typically have skipped through such horrific thoughts with a triumphantly evil sort of enjoyment, they now brought tears to his eyes. What had he done...
Finally overcome with grief, he fell back onto the floor....life had not been meant to turn out this way. Oh how destructive the words and influence of Lord Henry had proven. But what was he thinking!? For he knew all too well that to dwell on such thoughts brought only anguish of soul. Where had he let his mind wander too?
Looking up from the floor, his eyes met with the portrait once more, it had changed! Yet to his initial torment it had grown even darker, all the more sinister, filled with hatred and anger. Such a sudden change scared Dorian in his presently tumultuous contemplation. But was it really fear? The only fear he had felt for the past several years had been manifest only in times of physical threat. Yet could it be he was changing? Though the portrait had continually grown marred with every breach of conscience, it now, with no cause morphed revealing all the more corruption, indeed it had become devilish.
However he was no devil, though he often did that which the devil would, inside a light was turning on. He need not be a slave of Satan, for was it not his own choice that had brought him under such condemnation? Of a surety, he had chosen it, and it was he who could chose to repent. But would God accept? Could he be forgiven of Murder and the atrocities he had committed, or would his guilt forever haunt him?
To these questions the portrait answered. With every glance, the Devilish feigned captured within the canvas pronounced hopeless doom upon him. But who was that monster? No longer was it the stained Dorian Grey. It had taken upon itself an utterly more profound, deeper, eternally terrible darkness manifesting unthinkable wickedness. Its very eyes epitomized Rage and Hatred, yet if one were able to gaze closely and for long enough, a background of awful Misery could be discerned.
ReplyDeleteDorian would not be of this dark spirit any longer, its ugly blackness would not consume him.
As if sensing his thoughts the Demon surged in a final forte of fury. The picture began to enlarge, and all else to faded from the present. In horror, Dorian was left helpless, all but himself and the portrait. His breathing grew tight as seeming death began to strangle him. Was he to perish by the crushing power of his long time master? “Lord,” he cried out, “have mercy!”
Light...flooded, pierced and completely overcame the darkness. Such intensity filled every corner of the room and encompassed every fiber of his being. Despair, misery and fear were swept away and for the first time in seeming eternity he felt love, mercy and peace.
Then it all dispelled. From the depths of destruction Dorian left the room with hope, determination and gratitude to God. For he had been redeemed, he was now liberated and he again was placed in command. Striding to the door he opened it and with humility, love and duty, passed over its threshold, on into a new world.
so my story is called how to make a fire and its about a man who is going his cabin by himself and its -75 and his only companion is his dog.
ReplyDeleteAlternate ending for how to build a fire
The man and his dog were running, they just kept running, the warm fire in the warm cabin sitting with the boys, thats what kept them going, the dog was cold but the dog had a natural coat of fur, the man had the proper clothing but he fell into a small hole of water, even though he knew his feet were totally frozen and his hands, nose, and cheeks were all almost to the point of freezing he kept going, he still had hope.
back at the cabin the boys noticed how late it was and how late the man was. it was getting dark and the boys were getting worried. they decided to go out and look for the man. The boys went outside and felt the biting cold hit their face. they went on hoping to find the man safe and warm somewhere next to a fire.
the man and the dog, they were still running, every couple minutes the man would fall and then get back up again, amazed he could even stand on his frozen feet he ran and ran. the next time he fell he could not get back up he just kept trying but he couldnt do it. soon he just gave up, he knew he was going to die, but he still had to try. he had the idea that maybe if he killed his dog and cut it open and use the body heat to warm his body that maybe he would servive until morning. the man called his dog to him and when the dog was close enough he lunged himself at it with all his power, the dog fell, the man tried to hold it tight and then reach for his knife, but his hands were to cold to grab anything, he just couldnt grab his knife. the man was so exausted from running and so was the dog he just fell asleep holding the dog close to him.
after a while of the boys looking for the man and the dog, they were about to give up, but one of the boys heard a dog whining, they saw the dog and then the man holding it. the boys ran over to the man, one of them instantly started making a fire, another one checked to make sure the man was still alive, the other one made sure the dog was still alive the man was alive, but sadly the dog had died. after they got the fire started and the man all thawed out they all went to the warm cabin and the man told his story to the boys.
the real ending is he never makes it to the cabin and he freezes to death. :)
World Literature
ReplyDeleteMy final chapter of The Boy Who Cried Wolf
The sun was blazing. Summer air warmed and cooled his face. Joseph, the shepherd boy, sat on a small hill keeping eye on his her. A smile played on his lips as he remembered the passed two days. Others didn't seem to catch the hilarity of it. He sure did! The look on the towns people's faces was all it took to make him laugh! He had watched mischievously as they frantically came running to the fields to help save his cheep from the supposed wolf. When they cam upon his herd, peaceful as can be, they realized the boy's hoax.
"I can't believe I fooled them...twice!" Joseph thought, almost mockingly, "I am so clever." Then his mind turned to the scoldings he had received from his father. The smile faded and Joseph made it up in his mind to never shout "wolf!" falsely ever again.
As the absentminded shepherd boy was resolving that decision his sharp eye caught sight of something swift and dark. Quickly he stood to gain a better view of the wood which surrounded the field. Squinting his eyes, Joseph saw something made his heart start pounding. The dark grey wolf was stalking, watching,deciding as he came closer and closer from out of the wood. With shaking hands Joseph pressed the horn against his dry mouth and blew with all the strength his lungs could muster. Nobody came. He tried again. Still nothing. Joseph then ran down the hill to try and stop the wolf even though he knew he was no match for the horrific beast. However, when the wolf was about to pounce and when Joseph was out of breath pitchforks, torches and guns carried by a shouting mob of townsfolk came bounding from around the hill! One took aim and fired at the wolf. It lay still, never to disturb the sheep again.
Joseph's father came up from behind and grasped his shoulder with his mighty hand. "Well done, Joseph!" he exclaimed," You saved our sheep!" Shouts of joy and praise came from the small crowd. Joseph's once frightened heart now felt relief "I thought you all weren't going to come. I didn't think you had believed me this time."
The boy's father then explained how at first no one believed. He went on telling of how he'd persuaded them otherwise. "I knew you wouldn't play that hoax again, son." Joseph smiled, ever so grateful for his fathers faith in him.
Seeing the relief in his boy's eyes he gave a hearty laugh," You, Joseph, will be remembered as the boy who cried wolf."
Ok so this is definitely not my best work and I apologize it dose not flow well. But, its turned in.
ReplyDeleteThe Messenger
With every ounce of energy spent, Matty lay almost completely submerged in the oozy mud. He was tired! He was expired. But, he was relaxed! Sacrificing his life for the cause of the Village, Matty felt that this was the end and he was blessed. Blessed with an assurance his Home would return to a state of peace and tranquility. As a 1000-pound weight, the feeble body sank deeper in the green covered mud, which oozed between well-rooted Cyprus trees. With no more struggle left, Matty slowly sank with little to no expression. ‘Its over, complete!’ These final words were mumbled in faithlessness and yet in peace. As thoughts accumulated in his mind, Matty met eyes with Kira. . He thought of his life filled with emotions, he thought of Remembering past experiences, proved beneficial under his circumstances for his mindset changed from death to life. He wanted to live for more experiences more memories and more joy. Slowly a transformation took over as the savior of the Village remembered the past and thought of the future. A fight against peace now immersed him for death would not suffice. ‘No, fight.’ With rising energy the words were uttered. Slowly energy from the resurrected earth began to seep into the frame of young Matty. Strength regained, the captured escaped his capture and rushed to the arms of his awaiting friends and joyous future.
this is a segment from the last chapter of animal farm. if you haven't read the book and want a bit more info then read chapter ten here it is pretty easy read only 5-10 min
ReplyDeletehttp://www.george-orwell.org/Animal_Farm/9.html
anyway here is the segment:
10
One day in early summer Squealer ordered the sheep to follow him, and led them out to a piece of waste ground at the other end of the farm. In the evening he returned to the farmhouse himself, but, as it was warm weather, told the sheep to stay where they were. It ended by their remaining there for a whole week, during which time the other animals saw nothing of them. Squealer was with them for the greater part of every day. He was, he said, teaching them to sing a new song, for which privacy was needed.
It was just after the sheep had returned that the terrified neighing of a horse sounded from the yard. Startled, the animals stopped in their tracks. It was Clover's voice. She neighed again, and all the animals rushed into the yard. Then they saw what Clover had seen.
It was a pig walking on his hind legs.
Yes, it was Squealer. A little awkwardly, but with perfect balance, he was strolling across the yard. And a moment later, out from the door of the farmhouse came a long file of pigs, all walking on their hind legs. Some did it better than others but every one of them made his way right round the yard successfully. And finally there was a tremendous baying of dogs, and out came Napoleon himself, majestically upright, casting haughty glances from side to side.
He carried a whip in his trotter.
There was a deadly silence. Amazed, terrified, huddling together, the animals watched the long line of pigs march slowly round the yard. It was as though the world had turned upside-down. Then there came a moment when the first shock had worn off and when, in spite of everything-in spite of their terror of the dogs, and of the habit, developed through long years, of never complaining, never criticising, no matter what happened-they might have uttered some word of protest. But just at that moment, as though at a signal, all the sheep burst out into a tremendous bleating of-
"Four legs good, two legs better! Four legs good, two legs better! Four legs good, two legs better!"
if you want the REAL ending to this story then go to the link that I posted THEN read MY ending
ReplyDeleteThey were about to repeat it when Clover, old as she was kicked over the closest sheep who fell into the next one thus creating the domino effect. Once the sheep were sufficiently quiet clover charged Squealer. The charge caught him off guard and he went flying across the yard. The angry horse did not stop; she then wheeled about and charged straight for Napoleon. He gave a whistle and his dogs charged straight for the mad animal, Clover trampled over two without breaking her stride. She wouldn’t stop until she had slammed into Napoleon. But within seconds of hitting him he jumped to the side and as clover zoomed past he lashed his whip leaving a big red stripe on Clovers back. She wheeled around and looked towards the animals “come on! Help!” she cried. The animals looked at the dogs charging Clover and their fear stopped them from helping. Clover turned to charge Napoleon again but by then, the dogs were almost upon her. She kicked and swiveled but, the animals could tell that she was hopelessly outnumbered, even when she was young she couldn’t ever have beaten this many dogs. She was not a fighter. But, when the dogs had almost gotten her to the ground something happened. Another horse charged up, not one of the new horses who had came to animal farm, this one was new. He, the horse, charged the dogs and sent four of them flying across the barn yard. He turned and charged the dogs again but there were still too many for only one horse to take care of. Clover had limped back to the group of animals anxiously awaiting the outcome of the fight and Clover said. “if you want freedom, if you want Animal Farm to be as we dreamed then stand and fight for it! If you do not fight for freedom then you don’t deserve it.” With that she walked away to try to help the mysterious stranger who had appeared so suddenly. The Animals thought about the short put powerful words that clover had said. Finally the three new horses, who admired Clover very much, charged the dogs. The dogs couldn’t hope to stand up against five horses. The defeated hounds ran to the farm house but by the time they got there the pigs had shut themselves up in it. The now small pack of dogs ran for their very lives away from Animal Farm, never to return. All of the animals walked up to clover and cheered, the dogs were gone. But then all of the animals, save Clover, the stranger and the sheep, who didn’t work half the time anyway, walked over to the fields and continued working. After groaning at the hopelessness of the other animals, Clover looked over at the wall of commandments, it seemed shorter. She called to Benjamin, who came over she asked, “Benjamin, what does the wall say?” For some reason, Benjamin conceded and read the wall in big red letters it said,
“All animals are equal but some animals are more equal than others.” The old donkey shrugged and walked away. Clover then knew that this had been the plan all along. Clover went back to talk to the Stranger, “who are you?” Clover asked. “I am James, the son of Boxer student of Snowball.” Clover Gasped “you are- who- but-!” James replied “Boxer escaped from the truck, it crashed and he limped away. A kind farmer found him and took him in, the farmer’s wife, Teresa, nursed him back to health and latter he had a son, me. Sadly, he dies about 2 years ago and since then I meet up with a pig named snow ball and he told me about Animal Farm I also talked to Moses the Raven and Boxer about it… Anyways, I am here to help, first thing is first let’s get rid of those pigs.”
By the way the two my ending emidietly folows the segment, no stops
ReplyDeletesory if anyone was confused :)
and I am liking your finishes guys!
though it would help if I knew the plots of the books
my plot is that the pigs became tyrannical and took over
yeah, that is the basic basic basic plot
y'all here is my last chapter redo for world lit. it is from a book called The Buffalo Fighter!
ReplyDeleteSixteen years passed with out any word form Jerry. Pa’s dream had come true. He owned the largest cattle ranch in the Fort Laramie area. The only part of his dream that had not been fulfilled was to have Jerry to be ranching by his side. On the 2nd of July 1876 when a small parity of Indians rode up at a fast gallop and quickly dismounted at the hitch rack, things changed. In the group there was a particularly tall Indian, which had an intelligent, looking face. The Indian approached and started to talk; Pa’s face went from stone cold to fairly glowing and then to my surprise began they both began to cry. It was my long lost brother Jerry! My fathers dream had finally come true! After the hugs he told the story. After the Indians took him he had quickly learned the ways of the Indians, and was soon the chiefs right hand brave. Just before the chief died he wrote a letter to Pa, which Jerry delivered.
Mr. Fitzgerald our son is very special. I am addressing you now on the account that I am on my deathbed. Jerry has been instructed to return home when I am dead. He has given much service to my people and his valor has been well noted. He has always been that way. My thanks for the way your son was raised and now I return him back to you with full sincerity.
Black Cloud
We all rejoiced at my brother’s return. Jerry had a rough time adjusting with civilized life and the concept of working for a living. However he soon married and bought small ranch next to Pa’s and became a prominent man in the Fort Laramie area.
The end!
Cool Zach! I really like it!
ReplyDeletewhat was the real ending?
Hey Jordan, I read your comment (the first one) and I LOVE it, it inspired me to do the same.
ReplyDeleteOk, now here is my profile and my Nicene Creed for the Council of Nicaea Simulation on Friday:
I am Eusbius of Nicomedia. I adhere to the Arian belief that Jesus is only a figurative son of God. I was born and have always lived as an Arian. I baptized Constantine the Great in (A.D.) 337. I loved what he did with the Edict of Milan because it gave my people (Christians) freedom to worship how we please. I teach the royal family the Doctrine; and I use my great political power and position to urge my Arian views of the gospel. I became Bishop of Nicomedia during the reign of Licinius. I was disappointed by the results of our Council in Nicaea:(
This is how I thought the Nicene Creed should go:
'We believe in one God, the Father Almighty, by Whom all things came into being, heaven and earth, man and things, both visible and invisible.
And in one Prophet Jesus Christ, a son of God, created of God the Father, that is of the very same nature of the Father.
God, for us humanity and for our salvation came down from heaven, was incarnate, was made human, was born perfectly of the holy virgin Mary by the Holy Spirit.
By whom He took body, soul, and mind, and everything that is in man, truly and not in semblance.
He suffered, was crucified, was buried, rose again on the third day, ascended into heaven with the same body.
Jesus was a blameless man, a miracle worker, and a prophet for God. And he sat at the right hand of the Father after his end.
The Father is to come with the glory of the Father, to judge the living and the dead; of His kingdom there is no end.
We believe in the Holy Spirit, in the uncreated and the perfect; Who spoke through the Law, prophets, and Gospels; Who came down upon the Jordan, preached through the apostles, and lived in the saints.
We believe also in only One, Universal, Apostolic, and [Holy] Church; in one baptism in repentance, for the remission, and forgiveness of sins; and in the resurrection of the dead, in the everlasting judgement of souls and bodies, and the Kingdom of Heaven and in the everlasting life.'
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ReplyDeleteHey guys, here is my bio for the simulation. I'm excited for it! Let's DO THIS! :)
ReplyDeleteI am Pope Alexander of Alexandria. I am the 19th patriarch of Alexandria and I have been so since 313 (when the edict of Milan was issued). I am very high up in the church rankings and I serve many people. I am in favor of the Council of Nicaea because I know the fabricated lies of certain people must be put down. My main position is against Arius and Arianism. I have been fighting against him and his supporters ever since I have been a patriarch. His views of the Godhead are totally and completely false. The Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost are all of the same substance and they are universal and indefinable. The unity of the Trinity is undeniable. I have written several books on the subject. Arius has gained a strong following of supporters through his false teachings and I beg of you to rally against him. If his preaching of wrong doctrine is allowed to continue, the church will be forever tainted with the slime he has created. The Church as we know it will not go on unless we do something to stop Arius. The Edict of Milan was a great document that Emperor Constantine wrote. It validated our religion and made us unified. That unity, which we have had for so short a time, will be destroyed except we put down Arius’s false teachings. I completely agreed with the how the Nicene Creed was written. Here it is:
“We believe in one God the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth, and of all things visible and invisible.
And in one Lord Jesus Christ, the only-begotten Son of God, begotten of the Father before all worlds, God of God, Light of Light, Very God of Very God, begotten, not made, being of one substance with the Father by whom all things were made; who for us men, and for our salvation, came down from heaven, and was incarnate by the Holy Spirit of the Virgin Mary, and was made man, and was crucified also for us under Pontius Pilate. He suffered and was buried, and the third day he rose again according to the Scriptures, and ascended into heaven, and sitteth on the right hand of the Father. And he shall come again with glory to judge both the quick and the dead, whose kingdom shall have no end.
And we believe in the Holy Spirit, the Lord and Giver of Life, who proceedeth from the Father and the Son, who with the Father and the Son together is worshipped and glorified, who spoke by the prophets. And we believe one holy catholic and apostolic Church. We acknowledge one baptism for the remission of sins. And we look for the resurrection of the dead, and the life of the world to come. Amen.”
guys, here is my bio for the simulation. This simulation is going to ROCK!!!
ReplyDeleteI am Spyridon of Trimythous. I believe that God the Father, Jesus Christ, and the holy Sprit are the same being and that Jesus Christ is equal to God the father. Arius is blasphemous assumptions that Jesus is merely a prophet must be confounded. I was born in the village of Ashia Cyprus in 270 AD. I fully support Constantine the Great the making of the Edict of Milan. I became the Bishop of Trimythous (during the reign of Constantine the Great) and continued in piety for which I was greatly known. I am greatly honored by the name the Wonderworker because of the many wonders and healings I have performed. I have brought rain to the parched soil of a barren land. I’ve talk to my dead daughter to restore another’s property, turned a snake in to gold to fed a hungry man in time of famine, and cast out demons. The following is how I think the Nicene Creed should be written:
We believe that there is one God that he created men out of the dust of the earth, that He has ordered all things, both visible and invisible, by His Word and His Spirit. The Word is the Son of God, Who came down upon the earth on account of our sins. He was born of the Virgin Mary, He lived among men, and suffered and died for our salvation, and then He arose from the dead, and He has resurrected the human race with Him. We believe that He is one in essence (consubstantial) with the Father, and equal to Him in authority and honor. We believe this without any sly rationalizations, for it is impossible to grasp this mystery by human reason.”
My name is Davidicus Wilcoxius and I am a Converted Christian, a Bishop and Roman Citizen. I was born in the year 264 B.C. in our very Capitol and lived a free life of enjoyment, learning and such as most any citizen does. My life was what I thought, full, I was son of a merchant and assisted my father in the work, whereas my elder brothers enlisted in the army against my fathers better inclination. Though my life was joyous by standard of prosperity’s measures, I always carried a premonition that I was meant for greater things and that my life was not complete as it then stood.
ReplyDeleteIt was in my 39th year, upon attending (to my shame) the first Gladiatorial Game of 404 A.D. that my life changed. During the course of the day, after beholding several deaths in the bloody bouts, a Saint Telemachus cast himself into the amphitheater attempting to stop the shedding of blood. It was to my utter amazement that a man would be so bold, and do such a thing, but it was to no avail for the crowd stoned him to death. Then and there it stuck me that those beings fighting on the homemade battle field were actual people, seeing as one had descended from the stands into its stage and been killed, these were not mere pawns of enjoyment, but human beings, and that such a human being would cast himself to his death had a great effect upon me. That changed my life. I began to search out truth and found such in the Bible and from Christians. Upon reflection it is no wonder I found Christianity for the dignity of the Christians upon facing their deaths, when they were intended as a mere spectacle to their degradation and humiliation, inspired my respect for them, and conversion.
For the next years during the terrible Diocletian Persecution of the Church, my faith was strengthened and I lived penitently, wholly wanting to share the truth with others and aspiring to become a Bishop. I attained that aspiration several years after the Edict of Milan was issued, both of which bringing great joy to my soul for now I could teach the truth to my own people freely and have them embrace its goodness and blessings.
Currently however, there has been much dispute caused by Arius and those believing after him that the Son of God was made from nothing by God The Father. No where can I find hint of this in Scripture, and my belief of the God Head is that they are separate beings having common will and purpose, the Holy Ghost in the Son and the Son in the Father as we also should be in the Father, full of love. As to a new Creed, my suggestion for resolution on this matter follows from my experiences, beliefs, revelations and faith undeviating faith.
Thus I propose an edict in which the true and everlasting principles stated in scripture are maintained, and that deviation from such is prohibited. We must repair to the teachings of the Apostles of old, from God The Father and even Christ. I pray and hope that our solution to this conflict may be approved and will be written under the guiding light of Christ and that we here highly resolve other disputes of doctrine concerning baptism, priesthood and other such things, and operate always under the guiding and exemplary life and teachings of Christ, with both an open mind and heart.
Signed Davidicus Wilcoxius
Oh and by the way, I won't be here for the simulation so good luck all ya'lls. :)
I am Achillius, bishop of Larissa. I was born (200-ish) and raised in Cappadocia. My father had me educated in philosophy and I began to pursue the priesthood. When my parents died, I made two pilgrimages: one to Palestine and one to Rome to pray at the tombs of the apostles. These experiences strengthened my faith, and I began to teach in as many places as I could reach. Eventually, I made my way to Larissa, where I became bishop. In Larissa, I founded a hospital and a retirement home for my people. During my time spent as a bishop, I was called to the Council of Nicaea, which was held in the city of Nicaea (modern-day Iznik in Turkey). It was an all-expenses paid trip, which was a relief, as the distance between the two cities is quite far! During the council, I opposed several ideologies, such as the theory put forth by Arius (considered the founder of Arianism) that Christ was the son of god in the same sense as we are all children of god. I believe that Christ was the son of in the literal, physical sense; that he has always existed, and as such, he is not inferior to god, he merely sustains and realizes his Father’s desires.
ReplyDeleteDuring this time, many of my fellow Christians were being persecuted, but Constantine’s edict of Milan gave us safety at last. Although he was not any sort of religious leader (as in a bishop or deacon) he was able to call together the council at Nicaea as a means of creating uniformity in the theology of Christianity. There were 1800 some odd religious bishops, deacons, and other religious leaders invited, but only about 300 or more came. It was during this time that Arius explained his theory on the godhead and was declared a heretic, a sentiment I concurred with whole heartedly, though I did not agree with his exoneration.
I now put forth a summary of our beliefs for your perusal, my dear readers:
We believe that god is the father of all, though only the physical father of one, Jesus Christ, who is our reedemer and the Savior of our souls. We also believe that his gospel teaches us the way to eternal life, and that he is the only means by which grace can be administered to the saving of a mans soul. His sacrifice on Golgotha is the gate by which mankind may enter into god's kingdom.
I feel like I'm starting a new thread now that everyone is starting to post their profiles down, but I felt like sharing my thought about the rewritten stories... So reading those I thought of the original stories like The Little Mermaid, or Sleeping Beauty... All of those had horrible, horrible endings! I hated reading them like that. And then Disney took them and rewrote them into stories people like and enjoy.
ReplyDeleteJust a connection I made from what we were doing.
Good job guys!! :) Liking all the postage going on... I kind of slacked all of last month.
K, here is my ending to the story I chose.. (A little late in posting I know.)
ReplyDeleteLeaping from the window of their high prison, Icarus and Daedalus set out for home. After flying in a straight line for a while, it became dull to Icarus and he forgot his father's instruction. He began swooping and sweeping when after much reprimand from Daedalus, he ascended towards the sky insisting no worry should be put into the wings, he lost all responsibility and climbed even further. By the time he realized his wings truly were melting he lost control and they began falling apart. Icarus plunged toward the surging sea and splashed in the rough waters. His father risked swooping down to fetch his son's unconscious body and flapped as best he could to the closest land. When Icarus was better, they set off for the remaining way to their home and Icarus never disobeyed his father again.
k, here is my story.
ReplyDeletethis is from the dark materials series, which is actually now kind of bent, now that i think about it. sorry.
what is happening is that, basically, satan is the good guy and god is the bad guy, and the hero and heroine are trying to help get rid of god. this is the end in the last book. it isnt word for word, but i basically started with what i remebered and changed how it ended.
enjoy!
Lyra watched as the angels took the body of the old man and prepared to dispose of it. she should have felt triumphant; everything they had worked for, everything they had sacrificed, had led up to this moment; the moment when they would remove the one who had done so much wrong and restore Lucifer to her throne. The chaos around them suddenly became nothing compared to the turmoil inside Lyra. A dark feeling of foreboding came over her, as she watched the angels, who were about to drop the old man. What was wrong with her? She shook her head, and will, sitting next to her, yelled over the noise, “Lyra?!? Are you all right”, she nodded weakly, and then looked straight into his eyes. “We can’t let them do this!” she cried. Will stared at her for a moment, shocked into silence. Had his friend gone crazy? But when Lyra looked into his eyes, he realized that she felt the same sense of foreboding about what was going to happen. As one, they ran out from behind the rock that was their hiding place, and ran into the angels, knocking them over and making them drop the old man.
The children slung one of his arms over each shoulder, and as they did so, they felt an indescribable happiness and peace fill them. Ignoring the sensation for the moment, they ran back behind their rock before the angels could right themselves. Lyra new instinctively that they couldn’t be seen now, that they were hidden from all eyes. Looking at God sitting next to her, she was surprised to see that he was no longer ancient and decrepit; he was young, and bursting with life. He looked back at her, and she realized, in an instant, how wrong their mission had been. Lucifer had been controlling everyone to try and take power from their loving father, who had given this chance to will and Lyra to prove themselves. God smiled at her, and then at will, and she knew that the world would be safe now, because there was no power that could harm her. She had failed the test at first, it was true, but now she was going to get a second chance to prove herself to her father. She had conquered after all.
Hey here is Tyler Gwynn's council of Nicaea profile. I am sorry I was late with it.
ReplyDeleteI am Nicolae Carpathia, bishop of The Dacian people. I know of the heretic Arius and his false doctrine which is tearing this church apart. I believe This Council of Nicaea will help unite all of Christianity under true priciples. I was an orphan who grew up in rome itself. I came to christianity through that blessed priest who took me in when I was a stranger and gave me meat when I was a hungered. I have risen through the ranks through time and experience and the good Grace of God.
I believe the Creed should be as follows.
“We believe in one God the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth, and of all things visible and invisible. And in one Lord Jesus Christ, the only-begotten Son of God, begotten of the Father before all worlds, God of God, Light of Light, Very God of Very God, begotten, not made, being seperate being yet the same mind with the Father by whom all things were made; who for us men, and for our salvation, came down from heaven, and was incarnated by the Holy Spirit of the Virgin Mary, and was made man, and was crucified also for us under Pontius Pilate. He suffered and was buried, and the third day he rose again according to the Scriptures, and ascended into heaven, and sitteth on the right hand of the Father. And he shall come again with glory to judge both the quick and the dead. His whose kingdom has no beginning and has no end. And we believe in the Holy Spirit, who is seperate from the Father and the Son,but also of the same mind, who with the Father and the Son together is worshipped and glorified, who spoke by the prophets. And we believe one holy catholic and apostolic Church. We acknowledge one baptism for the remission of sins. And we look for the resurrection of the dead, and the life of the world to come. Amen.”
Arius and Arianism
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ReplyDeleteWay to go Tyler!
ReplyDeleteHeres my position for todays simulation.
ReplyDeleteI am Hosius of Corduba. Born AD 257 to noble parents in Corduba of Hispania, I was instructed at a tender age concering faith and religion. After a slight escape from mayrtrdom due to hostilities toward vile Maximian. I was in attendence at the Synod of Elvira where decisions conserning displine were addressed for Hispania. These issues spaned areas such as clergical marriage, intercources with non-Christanic secs, treatment christins remaining faithful after prosecutions, etc… In 313 I gained favor with Emperor Constantine and became an eccesiastical adivisor in his court.
Now it feels me with great honor to represent God the Father so as to unite under Christian goals to decide upon Christian principles. With much to be accomplished the clergical members Egypt to Libya will meet wo address. (1) The Arian question conserning relationship between God the Father and Jesus. (2) The date of celebration of the Paschal observation. (3) The Meletian schism. (4) The validity of baptism by heretics. (5) The status of the lapsed in the persecution under Licinius. With these goals I am confindent that this synod will productive and aggressive. I also predict better uniting of this His chirch.
this really works?
ReplyDeleteyippee i am soooo excited now:D
btw thank you andrew blake for your help i really appreciated it