The movie Ten things i hate about you captures the essence of the play Taming of the Shrew in many examples. Taming of the shrew is mirrored in a comparisons to the movie. One example would be how Bianca isn't allowed to get married until her older sister Katherine is married. This is mirrored in the movie when Pat agrees to date kat for the money so that joey is able to date her younger sister.

The Green Mile

The Green Mile

"Van Hay rolled on three and The Chief surged forward again,twisting a little from side to side in the grip of the current. When doc listened this time, he nodded. It was over."(pg.44)

At my house out in Kaleden, our family owns a few horses and we have a few boarder horses up in the field. The horses are all kept in by a small wire band that penatrates a small shock through the horses if they touch it. When it was first put up I was about 10 years old and had no clue about what it does. I was walking past it to the bus stop  one day and decided i'd feel it out since I was curious. I grabbed on with one hand and approxemetly 2 seconds later a quick peircing electric shock was fired into my hand and up my arm. That was as far as it got since I let go unable to deal with the pain. For some strange reason, it popped into my head making me curious to how awful it would be to sit in a jail cell for months just waiting to be sent into the room with an electric chair. That would not only shock you, but shock you so fiercly that it kills you. The people having this done to them must feel some sort of pain before being fried to death, and it's just hard to imagine that people actually go through that.

It's an addiction

1. In “Public Display of Disaffection” by Anne Kingston, she talks about why cellphones are either good or bad. There are more bad points then good points in the article.  Three main points are that she talked about how “It’s an addiction, she says, one that puts personal and business relationships, both of which rely on making others feel valued, at risk” making it hard to communicate with friends without being distracted by your phone and making your friends mad at you, or mad that you don’t listen to them and it could make them feel like you don’t care.  Also she says that many people are “narcissistic multi-taskers holding up lineups” which you don’t need if you are in a hurry to buy something and leave and go somewhere else fast, and with “diners instagraming their entrees, dinner companions obsessively checking messages as if waiting to perform an organ transplant” all the time it is not a rule that you have to check your phone every time you get a message, some people could find it rude if you are eating dinner with them and you insist on sending someone a picture of your dinner, or if you are texting your other friends about whatever. You probably aren’t paying attention to who you are out for dinner with.   On a website called Retrevo they took a survey and found out that “10 percent of people under age 25 didn’t see anything wrong with texting during sex” which is kind of weird. I’m sure that the person you are having sex with someone they wouldn’t like you to be texting and not paying attention to them. It would be sort of awkward if someone started texting when they were having sex I think.

2. I agree that texting on your cellphone is addicting. I like to text and I always have my phone with me to text my friends. Sometimes I shouldn’t be on my phone and texting but I do anyway because it is so addicting, just because I feel like I always have to reply to my friends or sometimes my parents will text me and I reply to them. When people hold up lines because they are texting and don’t realize they are holding up people it makes me mad. If you can’t text and walk or pay attention and you are making other people wait you shouldn’t do it because people have things to do in the day. I don’t know if you should text during sex because it could make the other person feel really awkward and it seems sort of rude. If someone would let that I guess it would be okay, but I don’t know who would actually do that.

3.  Acceptable times to be on your phones  are when; you have no more important stuff to do, when no one is talking that you need to pay all your attention to, and when you are at home. Unacceptable times would be when; you are driving, at the movies, or when you are eating. 
I don’t think they should do the cellphone jams because that would suck that you wouldn’t be able to text your friends or family when you wanted to. It would make it a lot harder  to plan stuff like when your parents can’t pick up your siblings and they want you to they wouldn’t be able to ask you. It wouldn’t be cool if they did that because then I wouldn’t get to use my phone a lot and talk to my friends all the time.

    Having the superpower to go back in time comes in handy a lot.

Dead Poets Society

The film "Dead Poets Society" produced by Peter Weir, experiences many themes throughout the film. Conformity, romance, and poetry are just few of the many themes. A few students form a group together against the school rules, Knox, a member of the group, falls in love with Chris, a beautiful girl that attends the high school not far from Welton Academy, and finally, the group that the boys are all in is all about poetry.

     A group of boys attending Welton Academy are accompanied by a new teacher for the year. Mr. Keating, the new teacher had a unique way of teaching the boys. He mainly focused on getting the students to think of things in a different way. The first unit in the book that was yet to be taught, was about poetry, but Keating had a better way of teaching it. By ripping out the pages in the book, the students would now have to think for themselves. The poetry that the students learned helped them break partially away from their parents and were able to make decisions alone. Poetry helped the students focus on what they wanted to do with their lives and not what their parents wanted best for them. 

    There was a group of boys in Mr. Keating`s class that really took an interest in his teaching and the topics in class during the poetry. The boys conformed a poetic group passed down by Mr. Keating. The group allowed the students to express anything they have had locked up and any sort of feeling. The downfall to the new group they have formed, it involved them sneaking out in the mitts of the night while everyone else was passed out. It remained a secret for quit some time, until it all started coming out, and the boys were busted.

    Throughout Peter Weir`s theme filled film, Knox, a member of the group, fell in love with a beautiful girl named Chris. It was tough for Knox to see her all the time due to her attending a regular high school away from Welton and her also having a boyfriend. Knox proved his love to Chris using the poetry he had learned in class from Mr. Keating, and slowly gained her heart as she gained his. Knox had to deal with the other issue of his group and how it was becoming much more then a secret, but he held in and managed to succeed with Chris but ended up failing with his group after one of the members committing suicide due to his parents.

     All in all, the movie explored the lives of teen boys who were fed up with listening to what their parents had for them and what their parents wanted them to do in life. The group they had been in helped the boys discover who they really are. The short lived freedom really left an impact on all the boys lives.
   

Homework Blues

  As I shuffled into the classroom, I knew that Mr. Van Camp would never believe me. I looked at my scuffed shoes and mumbled, " My homework is not done, Sir. I do have a good excuse though."
  Mr. Van Camp scowled as he looked up from the papers he was marking. "This is not the first time your homework has not been completed. Perhaps," he suggested, "it's time to speak with your parents."
     "Please, you have no idea what will happen to me if you phone my home," I moaned.
     "Well, let's hear your excuse. It better be good." I responded in a quiet voice, "Well, Mr. Van Camp, I was sitting at home, about to retrieve my homework out of my backpack to complete it."
     "This sounds like a waste of my time already!"
     "Just wait! It gets worse." I tried to explain, "All of a sudden, I was brutally attacked by a group of short, stocky Mexicans!"
  Mr. Vancamp just laughed. "I do believe that that could be the worst excuse I have ever heard in my life!"
     "But, Mr. Vancamp, you handsome teacher, it is the truth!" I tried my best to get back on his good side.
  He paid no attention to me. I was in a heap of trouble now. He looked down at me with a threatening look on his face and scoffed, "As I said, I will be emailing your parents about this!"
     "No, please! They will be so ashamed of me!" I coughed in a panic.
  He didn't seem to care. He was amused by my sense of terror. "Should have thought of that before then, shouldn't you?" He chuckled under his breathe, and started to walk out of the room. "Good day!"
     "Thanks a lot, Vancamp."

The Big Game

After Mrs. Mitty came out of the drugstore, they climbed into their automobile, Walter fastened his seat belt, turned on the windscreen wipers and carefully pulled away from the curb. As they drove out of Waterbury he noticed a sign as big as house advertising the big hockey game that night. His heart sped up. A few hours later, Walter walked into the arena, looked around, and it was as if time had stopped in its tracks. The game went well. Finally it came to the third period. Crunch time. There he was, Mitty, about to take the face off to start it off. Intensely, sweating like a pig, with the score tied up at 3-3. The puck hit the ice like a fat kid falling off his swing, and the play went on. The crowd was as loud as thunder making the atmosphere intense.  Skating furiously end to end, the ice cracking like wood being snapped under the skate blades. The puck was being tossed around like a baby fighting a tiger, bodies were being thrown to the ice like rocks hitting pavement. The game was as rough as Connors stubble on his face, sticks were being snapped like twigs. The clock timed down as if a bomb were to go off. A few hits, a few penalties, and a few harsh words later, and the game was finally over. Walter Mitty, star of the game, MVP, stood there, grinning from ear to ear. He had won, he was an allstar.