Mirror Images: Opposite paragraphs

I'm really irritated when I mess up practicing piano. The slightest mistake will make me awfully frustrated and I'll get really angry. I hate hearing noise other than the piano when I'm practicing. I'm quite sensitive to noise when I'm playing the piano. Sometimes my Dad will whistle or snap his fingers when I'm playing piano and I'll get really mad. Usually, when I'm practicing, the outside noises are pretty quiet, but sometimes a door slams and really surprises me. It's funny when that happens, because all of a sudden there's this humongous noise that shocks my ear-drums. I usually stop playing for a few seconds because I'm so surprised.
When I get frustrated at something, I bang on the keys quite loudly.

Each time I make a mistake playing the piano, I learn something from the mistake I made. Every time I mess up, practicing the piano, I can pinpoint the places I need to learn better. Making mistakes is a learning experience for me. I like hearing loud noises when I'm playing the piano, because it makes me less prone to distraction when I'm playing at a concert or recital. It also builds up my tolerance of loud noises. Every time a door slams, I am less prone to distraction than I was a minute ago. So when I'm playing at recitals and concerts, I can focus on the music instead of the noises from the audience.

Translation

I play the violin and the piano. I've played violin for longer than piano, but just by a year. I hate the question, "what instrument do you like better?" because I have no idea. I like them both the same. Well, sometimes I like the piano more, or I like playing the violin better, if I get annoyed at some of the songs I'm playing. I get frustrated very easily if I make a mistake on the piano or violin. When I play the piano, I usually bang on the keys if I'm frustrated. It's actually quite fun. I LOVE animals. I am a proud vegetarian, and I love cats. Cats are my favourite animal. But I like all types of animals. I really like guinea pigs, and pigs, and rabbits, and dogs....I love every type of animal. I am VERY sad to say that I STILL don't have a pet. I should be getting a guinea pig. Actually, I should have got one in January, but it was postponed for months. I am incredibly miserable about that. I long for a companion animal. I really wish I had a kitten, but a guinea pig will be just as great. I'm still waiting. I like writing poetry. I think I've written about 200 poems so far. I don't like writing rhymes so much, because they always turn out really banal.

I've been playing the piano for six years, and the violin for five years. I love both instruments equally. My work is very important to me and I pay great attention to detail.
I volunteer my time helping animals at various animal shelters. I am a caring vegetarian, and I love all types of animals.
I love doing all types of art...I paint, write poetry, and play music. I have written about 200 poems so far. I am hard-working and amiable.

I made up my own vocab word for class...it originated from the greek god aphrodite

antiaphrodite: Ugliness; hatred.
Comes from "Aphrodite", Goddess of love and beauty. Antiaphrodite is incredible ugliness, and a feeling of searing hatred towards another being. Aphrodite was born as an adult, and had no childhood. She married Hephaestus.

More class stuff...Vocabulary

The feline was ragged and lived in a towering, spacious house. She dined on many different kinds of foods; most of the foods were delightfully sweet or salty. The air was refreshingly cool and blew many breezes. The feline took many later-day walks, after she had eaten her fill. The feline had many miniature people that worked for her. The feline had many glittering, dazzling polished rocks and minerals.

Vocabulary. Introducing....Descant

Descant--An additional melody sung above the principal melody.

Marie and her husband, Charles, had purhased tickets to see their 9-year old son sing in the choir. The children's choir sang a dull tune for quite a long time. The tune kept repeating, over and over, and it got very boring after a few minutes. Marie began to get a headache. It was a good thing she had packed a few aspirin...She had known this would happen. The choir went on and on. In the front of the choir, a woman dressed in a flowing velvet dress began singing beautiful, impossibly high notes. She was singing a different kind of melody...an undescribable melody. The choir was singing very, very low notes...still the same tune. Her voice was thrilling, and cracked through the air like ice. It was a musically complex descant that took everybody's breath away. Marie's headache went right away without the aspirin she had begun to unwrap. Everyone sat still, in awe. The woman singing the descant ended on a long C, and the choir stopped. The audience sat still for a moment, then the silence was broken with thunderous clapping that went on for a long time.

Gwyntopp Bramblenarg is a controlling, aggressive president. He leads troops and armies to their own graves. Gwyntopp Bramblenarg himself hardly fights for his country at all! Many soldiers die during these wars, yet Bramblenarg is still alive.
Bramblenarg is a bony, horrific man--a tyrant. He is a selfish, greedy man that takes everything for himself, and leaves nothing for his country. Gwyntopp Bramblenarg should be impeached.

Connotations

Gwyntopp Bramblenarg is a slender fellow. He was born and raised in Southern Mozna...his parents worked as bean farmers. They had their own bean plantation, and Gwyntopp feasted on many different kinds of beans each day. His family started out very poor, but they grew wealthier and wealthier as they discovered different types of beans. As a child, Gwyntopp was very optimistic and looked forward to each day. As a child, Gwyntopp was very statuesque. Gwyntopp decided to become vegetarian when he was 12 years old. After that, he was very slender, and was no longer teased by his fellow classmates. Currently, Gwyntopp is a very dedicated vegetarian. He leads his armies through wars....they almost always win. Gwyntopp Bramblenarg has been said to be the best president of all time.

Essay

This was an essay I had to write for school today. Surprisingly, (or not, for people who know me), it took quite a long time!

Robinson Jeffers’ poem, Shine, Perishing Republic presents a pessimistic view of America. In the first paragraph of Jeffers’ poem, he says that protest in America lasts only quickly, then fades out altogether, giving way to a fixed way of American living. He also says, in his poem, that corruption has never been compulsory, that one could always escape from corruption and evil.
I think that America has become both better and worse. Jeffers’ view is still true in some ways, but other aspects of his view of America have changed.
America has improved. Human rights have improved, and so has technology. America has improved hospitals and medicines, and America has many more jobs available than in 1925.
America can still be thought of as a hardening, towering empire. America is still separated into owned pieces, like countries and states. People have different religions, and they have many wars and arguments. America isn’t entirely peaceful. Wars and various disagreements bubble up like hot magma, destroying things ahead.
Today’s America has changed to the better, and to the worse. In some ways, it has stayed the same. A lot of Jeffers’ pessimistic poem still qualifies for America, but some things have changed for the better or for the worse.

Deleted part of "About Me".

I'm making my own website. In class, I'm writing the "About Me" part. I wrote all this in class, but my teacher doesn't think I should put this part on the "About Me" part. It's because it's kind of criticizing my Mom, and she might not like that....she wants me to focus mainly on the music part.


I’ve always wanted a pet. My Dad would be fine with a pet, but my Mom isn’t too fond of animals. I don’t know why. Why wouldn’t somebody like animals? I’m clueless. She wouldn’t even have to take care of him/her. I would do all the work, gladly. It wouldn’t even be work for me.
But she’s not really too keen on getting a pet. So I’ve been making deals with her, but she hasn’t really stuck to any of them. First, she wanted me to clean my room every single morning for two weeks, in order to get a pet. And I did....every single morning. That was in December. Since she didn’t stick to that one, I made another deal with her: I’d write 150 poems, in twenty days, so that I could get a pet. I wrote 153 poems, actually. Still no pet. That was in March. I had even increased my piano practice to 2 hours a day! (I used to play just an hour and fifteen minutes of piano, and an hour of violin). And I just made a new deal with my Mom....that I would write another 100 poems. This time I’m going to be smart and write up a contract for her to sign. She is going to have to get me a pet. She promised....about 4 times! I’m still waiting.....And I was supposed to get a pet by Christmas. I love animals. The two things I love most are music and animals.