Letter to my roommates...

Hi Seong Eun &Yoon Ha!
 Hey~ I am Eugene!!
I think it was a great month spending with you two.
And I am so glad that none of you were too hard to deal with.
Living one month with you two, I think that it will be impossible to live without
such inspiration in  my room.
Unlike you guys, I do not have siblings and I was the god of playing alone at weekends.
But guess what? If the room is empty when you two left, I feel lonleiness.
If I was alone before I went to camp, I would not feel lonely.
I suppose I would have been fooling around by myself.
I think that I am really lucky to meet you two. You guys know the rumors. There
are many problems between roommates in other rooms.
Sure you guys had little crushes of opinion, now and then.
But look at the bright side. Compare our dorm with others.
I love you guys and thank you for being such good friends to me~
FIGHTING for the Farewell party audition.
Let's practice at lunch time.

                                                                                    2012.1.18(Wed)
                                                                    From your roommate, Eugene

        

   College Weekend- Author; R.L Stine

                                                                                -reviewed by Julia Lee, Class 13

 Basic story line

   Tina, a girl from Shayside High has a boyfriend, and they lost contact after they went to college. But they promised each other to send letters and visit. Tina was dying to see her boyfriend, and an invitation finally arrives. Tina, delighted by the letter, arrives at college. However, there is only Chris to greet her, her boyfriend Josh's roommate. Chris insists that Josh went hiking. However, as time passes, Tina becomes suspicious of Chris. Tina's younger sister is gone. Chris seems to like taking photos of her, and if Josh went hiking, why did he leave his favorite bead that Tina made him? Why is his hiking shoes in the dorm? Later on, Tina realizes that Chris is a little creepy and maybe even obsessed. 

Are the Characters Believable?

 Yes, they are believable. Tina, Josh, and maybe Chris's personality might be believable. Fear Street is mostly about high school kids who go to Shayside High. Tina, like most high school graduate girls, misses her boy friend, and Josh, like any other boys, misses Tina. Those two are obviously normal. However, Chris is a different case. He is half-believable, half-not. Chris, has a girlfriend who died because of a car accident and unfortunately, Tina looks like her. When Josh showed him the picture,  Chris was lost. Trapped. In his own mind. He finally lost his mind and killed Josh. If the impact of his girlfriend's accident was enough to make him go to the mental hospital, it is possible he might have done all those horrible stuff.

My rating

 I think the rating of mine is a 9. The book seems to get the reader absorbed in the book, and its mysterious organization from twisting around the situation is good. It is a very good book. However, I think that the events are a little unrealistic. If you read this book, you might read it from start to end.

Reading the book

I think that the organization is awesome. The thrill when I read the book is unforgettable. I read this once at home, and I think that this is the most unforgettable episode in Fear Street. Also, the authors way of describing Tina's thought is very fluent. First, she suspects one. Now, she suspects Chris...

The story seems like it might never end, but it has a shocking ending. I recommend you to read this book. It will be remembered in your heart for a very, very long time.

Narrative essay

Adults. Are they perfect? No.  Is anyone in this whole entire universe perfect? No. Than why do adults act like they are perfect? I do not know. But all I know is that I experienced something, and it delighted me and gave me a sweet, sweet feeling like if I was floating on a   cloud.

  It was the day that every students dread- the day when the test scores came out. However, it was the most unforgettable day of my school life. Our class slumbered into the classroom and buried their faces in their arms, practically falling on their desks. I guessed it right; nobody slept a good night sleep. We had a test on Friday and the end of the world was Monday. How could we sleep? Obviously.

 Everyone was a zombie when the teacher called their test scores. They stalked up to the teacher, glanced at their paper with no emotion with their eyes, and then stalked up to their desk again. I peeked at my math paper. I could not believe my eyes. I almost heard my heart hitting the solid bottom of my stomach. I got one wrong. 

 Now, let me mention that I am not perfect, but I do not make BASIC mistakes. As basic, I mean not the mistake I made because it was hard, but the mistake I made even though it was easy. Elementary math? It was nothing to me. 

 But I got t Math wrong! I shut my eyes and prayed to God. 'Oh god, please make me survive. I will be eaten fried by my mom' And I opened my eyes. It was still there. I growled in frustration and snatched up my paper because my teacher was giving me the weird eye.

 I was wrong because the teacher said that my my solving process was wrong. I concentrated on the question. I looked around me. As the teacher cited the question, my friends' faces became stern. Even funny face.

 I listened, I got it! My precious dearest teacher's mistake. She thought we could do the division of minority, and we were 5th graders, not 6th graders. As I raised my hand, I saw a sight I will never forget. The 'whoosh'of wind and how everyone's hands went up. Even the Class clown noticed the mistake. 

 I think that the teacher thought that it was ,kind of a practical joke, and she yelled at us; 'You guys do this thing even though you are 6th graders?!' The blow was fatal- fatally funny. Our class was bombed by a laugh terror. The Class clown kept asking, ' Was New years over already? Oh my gosh I became a grandpa.' he teacher's face became red as a tomato. And then, she blamed the class clown for speaking sarcastically.

 I knew, from then, adults can have a mistake. Very serious. And then, that day became a moment to remember.

Ode to homework

Oh, dear, you cannot get out of my head.
You are stuck in my head from the instant I get out of bed.
I know, I know, you are whining for me,
But maybe we are not meant to be
I hate you, you hate me.
Because I am the one who made your face so ugly


At the first look at you, my legs became wobbly/

and I assumed that my were hands were made of jelly

You were so awkward I nearly cried
I thought that the teacher was going to eat me fried

Sorry, honey it is all my fault but tough luck,
Now you look like a masterpiece of a punk.
Once you were so neat, now so dirty,
You turned so much enough to gain pity

To make me cheer up once again,
Please be easier till the end.
Even though you look so bad,
I will go to sleep in my dearest bed.

What do you think about if I say the word 'pet'?
If I thought about the word 'pet' before I had my pet, I could have thought about cute puppies, soft, purring kittens. However, now, I think about my pet: snails.

I can remember the scene clearly: it was summer, Saturday. Sunlight shining on my shoulders, making it warmed up gradually. I lightly jogged to school. I saw my two friends waiting in front of the bench. Also, I saw- 3 pairs of snails.I saw mine. White, with a golden shell. I raised one of them up and plopped it on my hand. It gurgled softly, as it tried to bite me with those tiny teeth.
 I got home, carefully choosing my path to the shadows. My mom was overly exited. We fed them tofu. I examined them as it ate. It's skin was shiny, as if it was covered with wax. The mouth was the cutest part of its features. It had such tiny movements as it chewed. I patted one of them. It turned in my direction and ate the lettuce I was holding. I was delighted.
 Sooner, one of them got pregnant. It laid eggs. It looks so mushy, but its shell is really hard. Like glass. They hatched in about 2 weeks. I saw- baby snails. They were identical to their parents. However, I could not keep all of them. They were about fifty, so I gave them to my friends except for a couple. They are all sleeping now, in case it is winter. Well, they will be up by the time I get there. Snails live for 10 years. I'm going to live with them for about that period.


  ←They're eating tofu. It's not part of their mouth ←They're eating watermelon.