Modes of Literature

Toy Story Three
Authors Note: This is an entry about the movie toy story three, and how it fits in to one of the modes of literature. I made this entry because it was an assignment.

There are four types of modes in the modes of literature. They are Comedy, Tragedy, Irony, and Romance. I believe that Toy Story Three fits in with the category Romance. To romanticize is to think of and imagine the world better than what it really is. Toys don't really talk, and they're not alive, but the movie romanticizes about all of it. Sure, there are minor conflicts but that is part of the mode. There is a small conflict, but always has someone that comes in and fixes it. That person (or toy) is Woody. He is the captain of the toys, and looks out for all of them. He helps the toys and himself get out of sticky situations, like trying to escape a day care. It turns out, the other toys there are really mean, and are using them to get a break from all of the kids. Woody resolves this problem with one of his master plans. After they escape, The world goes back to what it used to be-still romantic. That is why the movie Toy Story Three fits into the category of romance out of the four modes of literature.

Patriotism
Authors Note: This is an essay  I had to write for an assignment. It's about why patriotism matters.
 
When living in America, you need to be a patriot. Patriotism is America. It's what has made our country what it is today. We are a free country. But that doesn't mean we don't have to give it respect. Take time out of your day, and figure out if you are a patriot.

Do any of the following words describe you: helpful, loyal, ambitious, or friendly? If so it appears that you are a patriot. But the real question is “Are you willing to help someone in a time of need, even if you are too?” Why, that to me is a real patriot, one who is willing. One who shows devotion to their country and their people.

The citizens that live in America and don’t respect it are rude. If you don't give our country value because you don't like some of our ways of thinking or doing than you shouldn't live here. America is a wonderful country. It isn't a place you can just call your home without paying your dues.

Although, there are ways you can show your devotion and respect. One way is to serve for our country in war. You can also volunteer, and help people or things less fortunate than you. Or maybe you could help pick up garbage on the side of the road. These aren't the only things you can and should do. But it's a start. If we all work together there will be a great outcome- one marvelous country. A place we can all call home.

As you can see patriotism is very important in order to have a successful place to live. All you have to do is show respect and help out others. It's as easy as that! Wouldn’t you want to make our world a better place?

Authors Note: This started out as a journal entry but i turned it into a short story. I'm not done yet, this is what I have so far. (The word I made up is highlighted)
A clearing in the woods…

What does it lead to? I ask myself. My group and chaperon start to walk farther along the path. They won't notice I'm gone. I tell myself. My muddy sneakers shuffle into the opening. I can feel the sweat dripping down my nose and onto the ground. I start to get nervous. Quickly I turn around like a robot and run back to my group. When I get back everyone stares at me. I'm panting loudly interrupting the speaker who's talking about some species of spider.  "Now, the black striped spider is…" she stops and stares at me. There on my shoulder is a giant black striped spider. "…extremely deadly!" finished the lady in a timid way. "Nobody move, I'll go get a specialist." Everyone moves. I start to hyper  venolate right as a scientist comes walking over.  As if the spider knows what will happen, he jumps off my shoulder and crawls back into the woods. "Go after it! That's a rare species!" I could care less about how rare a stupid spider was. The only thing I was worried about was myself. "Are you crazy?!" I finatically screamed at the 'specialist'. "Aren't you a little concerned about me? It could have given me some sort of poison! What is it called? Anna...anna..."
"Annastesia?"
"...whatever." frustrated, I said something I would eventually regret. "I'm suing you!"
"For what?" said the specialist
"Yeah, for what?" the lady chimed in.
"For...for having an unsafe environment for children."
"What are you talking about? This is an outdoor field trip. There are going to be some dangers!"
"Yeah, it's as dangerous as a classroom. There's scissors, staplers, you could get a paper cut!" commented the now extremely annoying lady.
"Shut up!" I suddenly realized how rude that sounded.
"Excuse me?! Do not tell me to shut up little girl!" she said with emphasis.
A little embarrassed... "...Sorry" I said in a quiet voice.
"And what kind of authority do you think you have to just go...suing people?!" the specialist commented.
"Yeah, you don't even have a lawyer."
"I panicked all right! I'm not going to sue you! But don't you think you should have some safety fences, or something to keep the wildlife out?!"
"But...we do. Except for that one spot.  That clearing in the woods..." it seemed as though a little light bulb lit up over the lady's head.
"...You...you went in there! You were supposed to be with your group and chaperon."
All of the kids brains must have thought the same thought, because all at once, they said
"Ooooo!" in that you just got burned voice.
I stood their, now silent, waiting for my punishment. For a split second I thought I should maybe give a puppy-face look.  Then realized that it wouldn't help at all. Suddenly, my teacher spoke.
"Let's just pretend this hole shibang never happened, okay? We're terribly sorry."
My teacher looked over at me motioning to say the same.
"I'm really sorry." I said in a weak, unconvincing voice.
The lady spoke, "Oh yeah, well..."
My teacher gives her a look that said just keep your mouth shut, you have nothing to say.
"Alright kids, let's get on the bus. We've had enough fun here." giving the lady and the specialist one more look. In a way, I was glad to know that my teacher would stand up for his students like he just did. When I heard that it was time to go on the bus, I was already in the front of the line. I couldn't wait to leave this place and go home.

HA HA!!!

The viscious old man visited the poor girl's blog and continued to write whatever he chose to, imposing his will upon the innocent one's personal writing space!  Was there no end to his evil ways?!!

Uniform
Authors Note: This is a journal entry, that I didn't finish on my one-note. I made it a little longer on my blog.

If our school was private, and we had to wear uniforms I would die. It would be such a shame. Everyone wearing similar clothing. But there are some positives to wearing school uniforms. You don't have to worry about what you're going to wear. That saves you a lot of time in the morning. You also have better clothes for the weekend. Although, if students wear uniforms I think the teachers should too. Especially the principal who thought of this idea! Then he would see how boring it was to wear the same thing every day. Plus, my mom does loads of wash every day. But she switches washing dark and light clothes. Usually, the schools that I see that wear uniforms are either all dark or all light. That means you would mainly have to do loads of that color. But what about the other colored clothes?! It may seem like such a small issue, but after a while it could get annoying. I don't see the need to wear uniforms when they are a problem at home. This is why I think we should be allowed to wear what we want to school.