Tuesday, January 30, 2007

The adventures of Tom Sawer,Mark Twin


"Hello, old chap, you got to work, hey?"
Tom wheeled suddenly and said:
"Why, it's you, Ben! I warn't noticing."
"Say-I'm going in a-swimming, I am. Don't you wish you could? But of course you'd druther WORK--wouldn't you? Course you would!"
Tom contemplated the boy a bit, and said:
"What do you call work?"
"Why, ain't THAT work?"
Tom resumed his whitewashing, and answered carelessly:
"Well, maybe it is, and maybe it ain't. All I know, is, it suits Tom Sawyer."
"Oh come, now, you don't mean to let on that you LIKE it?"
The brush continued to move.
"Like it? Well, I don't see why I oughtn't to like it. Does a boy get a chance to whitewash a fence every day?"
That put the thing in a new light. Ben stopped nibbling his apple. Tom swept his brush daintily back and forth--stepped back to note the effect-added a touch here and there-criticised the effect again—Ben watching every move and getting more and more interested, more and more absorbed. Presently he said:
"Say, Tom, let ME whitewash a little."
Tom considered, was about to consent; but he altered his mind:
"No - no - I reckon it wouldn't hardly do, Ben. You see, Aunt Polly's awful particular about this fence-right here on the street, you know - but if it was the back fence I wouldn't mind and SHE wouldn't. Yes,she's awful particular about this fence; it's got to be done very careful; I reckon there ain't one boy in a thousand, maybe two thousand, that can do it the way it's got to be done."
"No-is that so? Oh come, now-lemme just try. Only just a little--I'd let YOU, if you was me, Tom."
"Ben, I'd like to, honest injun; but Aunt Polly - well, Jim wanted to do it, but she wouldn't let him; Sid wanted to do it, and she wouldn't let Sid. Now don't you see how I'm fixed? If you was to tackle this fence and anything was to happen to it-"
"Oh, shucks, I'll be just as careful. Now lemme try. Say-I'll give you the core of my apple."
"Well, here-No, Ben, now don't. I'm afeard-"
"I'll give you ALL of it!"
Tom gave up the brush with reluctance in his face, but alacrity in his heart. And while the late steamer Big Missouri worked and sweated in the sun, the retired artist sat on a barrel in the shade close by, dangled his legs, munched his apple, and planned the slaughter of more innocents. There was no lack of material; boys happened along every little while; they came to jeer, but remained to whitewash. By the time Ben was fagged out, Tom had traded the next chance to Billy Fisher for a kite, in good repair; and when he played out, Johnny Miller bought in for a dead rat and a string to swing it with-and so on, and so on, hour after hour. And when the middle of the afternoon came, from being a poor poverty-stricken boy in the morning, Tom was literally rolling in wealth. He had besides the things before mentioned, twelve marbles, part of a jews-harp, a piece of blue bottle-glass to look through, a spool cannon, a key that wouldn't unlock anything, a fragment of chalk, a glass stopper of a decanter, a tin soldier, a couple of tadpoles, six fire-crackers, a kitten with only one eye, a brass doorknob, a dog-collar-but no dog-the handle of a knife, four pieces of orange-peel, and a dilapidated old window sash.
He had had a nice, good, idle time all the while-plenty of company-and the fence had three coats of whitewash on it! If he hadn't run out of whitewash he would have bankrupted every boy in the village.
Tom said to himself that it was not such a hollow world, after all. He had discovered a great law of human action, without knowing it- namely, that in order to make a man or a boy covets a thing, it is only necessary to make the thing difficult to attain. If he had been a great and wise philosopher, like the writer of this book, he would now have comprehended that Work consists of whatever a body is OBLIGED to do, and that Play consists of whatever a body is not obliged to do. And this would help him to understand why constructing artificial flowers or performing on a tread-mill is work, while rolling ten-pins or climbing Mont Blanc is only amusement. There are wealthy gentlemen in England who drive four-horse passenger-coaches twenty or thirty miles on a daily line, in the summer, because the privilege costs them considerable money; but if they were offered wages for the service, that would turn it into work and then they would resign.

This part is most remarkable for me I think I know it by hard Tom “confess” that he liked to do same job He lid but that doesn’t matter because he made people do same think he didn’t want to do. I want to proved that same time people when is in front of the audience lied in order to have what they want.

Miss America


"I watched Miss America as a little girl since I was 2 years old, and never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that I would be one of those girls on that stage, and never did I think that I would be Miss America,"

This is another confession which I want to post it. This is every girl dream.

Monday, January 29, 2007

Tom Sawyer From Mark Twain


Tom tried to put his arm about her neck, but she pushed him away and turned her face to the wall, and went on crying. Tom tried again, with soothing words in his mouth, and was repulsed again. Then his pride was up, and he strode away and went outside. He stood about, restless and uneasy, for a while, glancing at the door, every now and then, hoping she would repent and come to find him. But she did not. Then he began to feel badly and fear that he was in the wrong. It was a hard struggle with him to make new advances, now, but he nerved himself to it and entered. She was still standing back there in the corner, sobbing, with her face to the wall. Tom's heart smote him. He went to her and stood a moment, not knowing exactly how to proceed. Then he said hesitatingly:
"Becky, I – I don't care for anybody but you."
No reply-but sobs.
"Becky" - pleadingly. "Becky, won't you say something?"
More sobs.
Tom got out his chiefest jewel, a brass knob from the top of an andiron, and passed it around her so that she could see it, and said:
"Please, Becky, won't you take it?"
She struck it to the floor. Then Tom marched out of the house and over the hills and far away, to return to school no more that day. Presently Becky began to suspect. She ran to the door; he was not in sight; she flew around to the play-yard; he was not there. Then she called:
"Tom! Come back, Tom!"
She listened intently, but there was no answer. She had no companions but silence and loneliness. So she sat down to cry again and upbraid herself; and by this time the scholars began to gather again, and she had to hide her griefs and still her broken heart and take up the cross of a long, dreary, aching afternoon, with none among the strangers about her to exchange sorrows with.
This is short confection from one of my favorite book stories for Tom Sawyer. With this confession he wants to gat the attention from a Becky. He gets it, but he did not notice.
Most of the public confession is to get some body attention.

Thursday, January 25, 2007

The only time…you wasn’t their


I notice on PostSecret a woman swim in pool. I recognize that because of the color of the water. It was blue. My fevered color is blue. Also I love swimming very mach. Perhaps this was the risen to look it. When you swim the only thing you can pay attention is the water around you and you breathing. Everything else is appearing faraway from you. Same times if you don’t want to be alone this could be very scary. Then make me read what I on this postcard. “The The only time…you wasn’t their. That makes me feel sorry for this woman. Possibly her parent wasn’t on her swim competition when she was little. For me this is kind of stupid. I am from Europe and in my country the parents don’t go to on this kind of events. I was in to sports teams and one for drawing. They did not appear even ones. But If I gat some medal or grams my parents take me to same cool pleases to celebrate. I love this and it was OK for me. If I don’t win they say next time and remove the pressure to win every time. This is the reason I start to think - O lot is the big deal? Then I read the rest of the text. And start to think is not exactly for sport event or any of this. This picture is more like expression how lonely the person feels most of the time. Is seemed to me she can’t get out her loneliness and she could not get out of it. The only person who could help didn’t and now is too late. And the only person who can understand the meaning of this postcard is just one. But she didn’t want him to feel guilty about it and she kept this secret for her self.

What is my experience of making your postcard

In the begging of this class I think that I do not have very big secrets. At list same one knows something. Because, I have a lot of friend and I’m open with my parents. If my parents don’t know something my friends know it. However, this assignment makes me think. What I don’t tell any one? When, I found it, a felt scary. It’s that trough? Now I’m happy that I establish that. I start to know my self better. In addition to that I felt happier when I witted it down. However, if some of my friends know or my parents know it. This will be different story. I know they will ask me again and again is that true. And they will give a headache of question. I’m so happy that nobody knows.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

In this class we start to study what is confession, why people confess. I started to wander something else. Why people confess to total strangers and do not confess in front of friends or relatives? I think may be is very difficult to thing that you are different and odd. I love the thought to be different. I was different all my life. However I know and I feel that most people don’t want to be different. In addition to this mister Frank Warrant help I many people with their problems whit his blogger PostSecrets.com in which many people confess their secrets.
Most of them are why people confessed this kind of thing I will never do that. Is strange! Like Jerry Springer strange! But then I start to look it in the pictures whit these confessions. Some of them are not for every one is just for different eyes. Not all the confessional could be help by therapist or priest. This confession could be help by people different and odd like the people who did it this is the risen that web side is used by so many people. I like to look the web to know how many odd people have on this world. People who are different like me.

Inqury into confession


In my first class in English 102 the teacher gives us a postcard with a picture of a woman in confessional booth and asks us to write about it. In the begging I did not know what to write. I felt that I not supoust to looked it. But then I saw that she has an engagement ring. And that what grab me to make me interested in that woman. I start to imagine what could be her confession. She was young and same kind of beautiful. Than I sow what she were. Even I am not catholic I have friends Catholics and they do not dress that way for a church. So may be this is not catholic. My religion is orthodox, and we do not have confessional boots. I could never know what her confession was, but I look her cloths pose. I start to thing- May be the woman is just posing. Face it haw many people you know that go into confessional booth to take a picture of people. None! Not if you are normal.