Reading Response on The Out Siders

The book that im reading is called the outsiders, its about a teenage boy named ponyboy and his gang. he goy beat up many times for his brothers. ponyboy parents both died so he is very furmily with death.though he is part of a gang he doesnt really like to fight. he is like a lil kid he loves to watch movies and do other childish things. ponyboy is differnt from others because he likes to do things on his own he doesnt like to work with others. ponyboy gang which is called greasers has beef with the socs . greasers is a poor gang while socs are rich people they dont like each other for that fact they are differnt so they beat each other up everytime they seeeach other.

#14

#14 what are some some questions and concerns you  have about growing up?
1-how long am i going to live for
2-am i going to be successful
3-would my goals change
4- would i be forgotten
5- would i be lost in the world of defeat
6-will i be challenged with problems
7-would i have say

#3

#3 Who was I? Who am I? Who do I want to be?

In the past i stood a young narrow minded child, a child that only believed what was preached under his house hold. I was a child that cared more about forgiveness then forgotten. While my peers went trick or treating i would lay in the house and listen to my farther talk about how hollowen was for the devil. I was a child that was hidden from the world. i deared not to challenge my parents and there rules because i was scaryed of dissapointment. I saw the world within my parents eyes, i was a young black kid that was scaryed of experience.
I am a opened minded teenager, that sometimes rebel away from what was preached in my house hold. i am a child that cares less about someones thoughts of my actions or my presents. i am a child that looks at life from different point of view and trys hard not to judge anorther. i am a person who doesnt hold nothing back and lives life through my own pair of eyes. i am a child that craves success but doent hate defeat. I am now a black teenager who aims for the future.
i want to be a man that feeds the hungry, i want to be a mna that live life with joy and meets more then corners. i want to  be a man that is not a mentor but a teacher. i dont want someone to fair meh i want people to respect me. i want to be a man that dies not having any regrets or second thoughts. i want to be a man that was created by my past.

In M.O.B there are there best friends, one is named Travis and the other two are named Jackie and Rodney. All three of these people have been denied to society. They all where book smart, but once the recession started they were left like others, jobless. These three people figured if they had to survive in this world, then they would have to live by some rules. The first rule was to simply live by M.O.B. The second rule was to keep your eyes on the prize. The last rule was to never trust anyone.  With these set of rules and the craving for money they created a master mind robbing crew. Like they say when life gives you lemons make lemonade.

  Your probably wondering what is M.O.B; well M.O.B means money over bitchies (no offence) these was their first rule because they didn’t want anything or anyone to come in-between there money. Travis the master mind behind the robbing fell in love with some girl. For his actions his good thinking dulled, which meant robberies didn’t go as smooth as he planned. Also for the single fact that Travis was so called in love he started to have a feeling of quitting. Travis was just fighting with himself thinking if it was time to through in the towel or just take until there lay nothing left.

The second rule was, don’t take your eye off the prize. They created this rule because they grew up watching people losing sight of their dreams, and living life with empty promises. They refused to be like the others that’s surrounded them. Jackie almost got distracted because she loved to gamble, she would waste hundreds of dollars betting. This blinded her because her goal was once she reached two hundred thousand dollars she would quit stealing, butt since she kept on gambling she had to keep stealing so she could make more money.

The last rule was to never trust anyone. They choose this rule because when it comes to the money there is no such thing as best friend. Rodney got arrested many times for crimes he never did, he always got set up. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know the person, his own friends lie among his name. Rodney had to learn the hard way. Throughout the book when love ones where killed, it was by their own friends and family. They did this because of greed and jealousy.

Well as you can see what the rules are and what they stand for. These rules are just life’s guide lines, if you want to make it anywhere, you can’t lose sight of what you want. Also M.O.B says trust no one when it comes to the money, because when you start making some then they start loving. M.O.B is not a book but a lesson, sometimes life eats your goods then spits you out when he’s done. Sometimes love is never felt, sometimes your money stops your breathing like

readinq response

                   The book that im reading right now is called exit here. it is a 443 page book, these is by far the most i every amtemped to read. i starting reading these book because of oliva every day she will start laughing and telling me to read so funny part or some nasty part. So she stort of gave me a push to read it. i now im not really a fan f reading because i feel there is no point of reading books if there movies. but once i started exit my feeling about books changed.
                   Exit here is a bout some kid named travis, he is the averge white teen ( no afence) he loves rock take drugs and has a pation for jerking off(no homo) and having sex. travis just got kicked out of these college. for a known reason that he is scaryed to talk about. travis farthere owns one half of the city they live in. sinence they have money the farthere knows abunch of people that can pull some strings meaning bend some rules around his son. hes farther wants him to go to usc but travis thiks othere wise. travis spends hes  day smoking weed , taking crack, getting tibsey. and hes in love with is ex lauren so shes the one that he has sex with like 5 times a day( little kids dream). through out the book all the problems relate back so what had happen when he got kicked out the college. its about travis big seceret that he trys so hard to hold from everyone.
               reading these book my thoughts changed. books are movies that play in your head, the only thing about these book  is your imagition can differ from anorther person. the reason of books is to feel what the character feels here what the words speak, and last  face the problems that are set infront of you. if theres no problems nor anything you could relate to then in my mind its not a book. books are what makes movies. behinde a  good movie there lay a  grouping of words. and those grouping of words are simple called a book

   response

   I like chocalate book. despit the fact tht i love chocalate i like the rhyming in the poems. when it rhyms it makes it catchy; when thing are catchy they seem to be more kif friendly. Though the word sound good the author makes sure every thing there was on purpose and they did a good job of not losing the meaning. The author kept to the plot, which made the poems  easyer to see the true meaning.


I also liked a million and one. I liked it for the same reason as the first but this blog sort of made a connection the the veiwers.  and it also sort of said some times not having a idea what to write leads you to a idea. what i mean of this is tht when yu dont know what to write your not narrow minded to any topic. i also like the set up of the page, it was blue and whit likethe sky.



I liked sams blog because im a fan of rap and sams poems could have been translated to a song. i also like how his poems where made in paragraphs which was cool. Sams ideas where rare bout important  , like crime school things of that nature. also sams blog gave me some idea of what else i shuld write about so yea.

i walk alone
without someone to call my own
i walk towards the town
knowing that im a loser
but i dont frown
i was a clown to think that the past
would never come back and bite my ass
now my heart is empty
while my mind stands deadly
i dont have no one to blame
but i who wanted to change
but i was a lame
to think you could change your life over the night
they where right
i might as well quit when no one was  in sight

he is amazing
some say he belongs to saten
hes  lost in the darkness
so whose going to save him

he hides within the beats
you hear him when you sleep

he watchies your every move
theres no hinding from these dude

no matta whats your location
if he wants you his
then you are taken

blue clouds
the moons out
runs away with the wind
to the south
but i chase it like a theif
all the way to the end



i tel it 2 b silent
cuz the clouds might find it
so i hide it  inside so the sky cant bite it
i turn off the lights
then i face the night

i took  the moon so  i cud the see stars gloom
i wait an wait 4 the brightness  to run across my face

so i could wish apon a moving star
wish for a loving heart
even though im a part
i think about my start
cuz i rather die a lover
then a forgotten fucker

im loyal to the ball
butt num to the fall
i put my eggs in one basket
hope i dont lose it all

i live to die
i smile to cry

i hide in side
so the darness dont take me alive
i close my eyes
an try to sigh

i sleep on life
cuz my nightmares neva go bright'

so i dont believe in light
cuz theres no love in nights
theres noblind in sight
an no smiles in fights

polo baby
rugby save me
fresh kicks on deck
like new done nails im blessed
never been stressed
cause if i want it i get it
unlike the rest
ill put a bullet in a head
just to get me some bread
then walk it off like i lost it all
forgetting the cause
i worship the dollar more then i worship the lord
 so i take whats mine
not scaryed of the fine
cause i stay on the run
like to fat kids that stay on the bun
label me a theif
say karma is on its way for me
an ill see whats its insorted for me
i dont believe in light
cause the darness never go bright
so i take a bite
of the bitter place they call life
then i rest within the sheets
knowing that ill die a beast
so ill take every thing left
so i could be fly when im decease




poem by saikou s bah

poem

red the rich color of sorrow
black the bitter ecko
of
tommorow

the scream

Scream
with fear.
Look into the eyes of the figure.
Dark eyes.
Frightened eyes.
Look.
Deeper,
look at the background.
What do you see?
Bright orange,
dark ground.
Why is it screaming?
Do you see it?
fear, insanity.
Look into these eyes,
these eyes

.Look deeper.
Deeper.
See the past. See what the figure sees.
Dark eyes.
Frightened eyes


response:
the scream is not a person nor place not a picture nor object the scream is a feelings a feeling that can be compaed to fear a place where you may dread or a place where you may hate ,the scream is an emotion which others may feel.i think the author is trying to express his feeling and emotions that  he may feel about fear. he comparing it to a human or an animal. i thiks he fears his past because it says see the past see what the figure sees.

Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee,
I saw a baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.

Now I was eight and very small,
and he was no whit bigger,
and so I smiled, but he poked out
his tongue and called me, "nigger."

I saw the whole of Baltimore
From May until December,
of all the things that happened there
thats all i could remember



response: the words are very catchy so yall think its a  nursery ryhme. even though the things that where said in this poem was hurt full it sort of balanced things out because the writer didnt really show emotion they just told a story. i think the main reason for these beacuse in this poem the child is 8 years old and when your 8 you dont really know much about hate full people. these poem teachies the kid and important that not every one in this world  is nice there killers, liers, and most importantly haters

poem

Response to "Incident"

Incident, by Countee Cullen