Tegucigalpa

Tegucigalpa

Small as an ant,

Blood on the ground,

Kids on the streets,

Beggars on the side walks,

Stealers, Killers and Kidnappers out of jail,

City full of fright

They tell me you are brutal, and I believe them

For which I have seen people covered in blood dead on the streets

I have seen the children with no future which they are begging on the streets.

They tell me you are a crook and I reply, yes for as I have read more people die every day. For as I have seen people kill and kill and they are free.

They tell me you are wicked and I say yes because I have seen families torn apart for the lack of food.

And I answer so I turn once more to those who sneer at my city and I give them back the sneer and say:

I am proud of the city I live in. I am proud of the city in which I was born. I am proud of the city that gives me my education and my food.

Come tell me another city that the people are so proud to call themselves CATRACHOS.

Come and show me another city that unites every time the seleccion goes out and play.

We are small and we do not appear in most maps but we are proud and we stand for our city any time

Slothful as ever, Never cared for no one and walking every morning to work scared for those who do wrong.

Killing

Stealing

Kidnapping

Assaulting

Rebellion

Crying, desperation, and wanting more

Under the rain and mud laughing for which a rainbow comes

Under the smoke of factories and pollution we laugh as the little boys and girls do

Laughing as an ignorant man who has never gone to school

Laughing and showing off that white shirt that says peace

Laughing!

Laughing the sweaty, smelly, lazy old man who has worked for hours proud to be a CATRACHO

Small as an ant,

Blood on the ground,

Kids on the streets,

Beggars on the side walks.

Claire hesitated down the crowded hallway on this first day of school. She gazed to her left, and then to her right. Then, she hurried out and joined the throng of students. Was anyone watching her? Although she craved to glimpse around, she kept staring straight ahead. However, it seemed that none of her classmates observe her as they rushed quickly to their classes.

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Just Because Poem

Just because my parents are divorced...

Doesn't mean I love one more than the other

Doesn't mean they don't get along

Doesn't mean they don't love me because they do and I love them as well.

Just because I am an only child...

Doesn't mean I am spoiled

Doesn't mean I don't have people who love me

Doesn't mean I am alone

I have amazing friends abd family!

Doesn't mean I don't get punished
Doesn't mean I am perfect!

I love the way my life is and I would not change it for the world! I love my parents and family and friends!

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Perfect Leader, Profect Society

Once Upon a Time there was a far away land called Dragonflies Ville. Dragonflies Ville was a place in which magical dragons would live. There were all sorts of dragons big, short, red, blue etc. Dragonflies Ville cared for all. The unique part of this place was that everything was upside down. Hello meant goodbye and goodbye meant hello. Also these Dragons were good they were not like fairy tails say. Usually Dragons are mean and ugly but these Dragons were the opposite. Not only was it a unique place it was also a place in which everyone was welcome. Every Dragon had a particular job. There were warriors; there were also protectors and doctors. Warriors were the ones the looked out for the safety in Dragonflies Ville. The protectors were the ones that protected the princesses from harm and the doctors took care of all the injured Dragons. Everyone had an indicated job so the Ville would be a pleasant place to live in. The job was chosen by a magic mirror. When a dragon was born the baby dragon was shown the mirror and the mirror based on the child personality chose a job that suited them. This Ville did not have a leader because no one was appropriate for the job until Milo came. When Milo was born the mirror said that he would become the leader of this Ville. Dragons were shocked. They believed the mirror was wrong. It was 50 years since this Ville had a leader. No one told Milo and everyone forgot that he was chosen to be a leader. 20 years later Milo was all grown up. Milo was a red and intelligent Dragon. He was also crazy. Milo was not accepted at any job because he was not good at anything. Other Dragons would laugh at him and said he was a loser. He was not strong enough to be a warrior. He was not fast enough to be a protector and he was grossed out by blood so he could not be a doctor either. What he was good at was helping others and leading. He was brilliant.

One day magical trolls invaded Dragonflies Ville. No one knew what to do. The trolls were controlling everything and they were destroying Dragonflies Ville. Warriors and protectors did not know how to destroy them. Milo stood up and confronted the trolls. He leaded the warriors and they all worked together and defended the trolls. They won the battle and the trolls left Dragonflies Ville. The other dragons were amazed in how Milo was leading. It was true then. The mirror was not lying. Milo was a true leader. Milo was named the leader of Dragonflies Ville. He leaded his Ville into a good place. No one wanted to invade again because they were scared of Milo. He had a great army. There was no better leader than Milo. The mirror never named a leader because no one was as good as he was. Dragonflies Ville was a great society thanks to its great leader.

THE END

Work Cited:

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The Strange Traveler



Jean Valjean                                PIERRE

It was our 50^th wedding anniversary. My wife and I had closed the Inn to have a romantic and wonderful dinner. Our Inn is called Le Maison which means the house in English. Well we were enjoying our lovely evening when we heard the door knock. “BAM, BAM” Who might it be? I thought. I opened the door and saw a mysterious man standing at our door step. He looked disheveled and smelled nasty. As I opened the door, he yelled: “Sir, Sir, please help me, I need a place to stay! I can pay, I am not asking for charity but no one in D… would let me in”. Before I had a chance to make up an excuse not to let him in, my wife called out: “of course, please come in; there is plenty of food and a spare room”. Immediately, negative thoughts raced through my head. I even thought my wife had gone completely mad, allowing a complete stranger to share our food and our home.  I walked towards her and whispered: “are you insane?” My wife was the noblest of all people. She trusted people blindly. She answered: “My dear, he is a poor soul wandering the streets; God led him to us and it’s our duty to help him. God will reward us somehow, someday”. She moved me aside and greeted the stranger as if she knew him. The strange man had a broken leg, so I helped him in and sat him on the sofa. With hardly any strength left he whispered: “I will pay you; I have francs…” “Do not worry about it just now, you are hurt and I bet you are hungry as well”, said my wife. I served him some soup and asked my wife to accompany me to the kitchen. Once out of the stranger’s sight, I said: “My dear Amelia, I know you are a charitable woman, and I love you for it. After he finishes supper, he has to leave. There is something about this man that has me puzzled”. She responded calmly: “Pierre God protects those who help others, don’t be scared; let’s help him; which is the Christian thing to do”. 

 

“Please eat all you want, we have plenty more” she said. I could not help but to stare at him with my dark black eyes. I wanted him to look into my eyes, but he would not look back. After a brief moment of silence, I asked: “So… who are you?” Amelia instructed me to turn down the bed in room #336. Since I love my wife and her heart of gold, I decided to do what she had asked. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my heart and sat on the bed. I was not having a heart attack, I remembered: “I know this man, I have seen him before. Oh My God, the stranger is Jean Valjean. I ran to the kitchen and yelled “Amelia gets away from that man, he is John Valjean! Get out now I yelled to the man. You are a thief and I do not want you in my house!” “Sir, I understand your reaction, but please allow me to explain… the man began to cough up blood and began to tremble uncontrollably. Amelia and I took him to room 336.  What were we supposed to do? We are hiding a criminal!

 

I tried to explain to Amelia that this man had committed a crime for which he had gone to jail. “We do not know if he is dangerous, if he has escaped prison, and worst of all, he is hurt. What will people think if they find out”, I asked in a harsh and loud voice. “I don’t care who he is, or what he has done. We have got to help, Responded Amelia. She continued saying: “Pierre, we have been together for 50 years and I have always known you to be a wonderful and unselfish man.  Let’s go to sleep and hope tomorrow will be a better day”. I could not sleep thinking there was a criminal sleeping next door to me. I was petrified I felt chills running down my spin. At some point, I must have dozed of because I do not remember anything until next morning.

WORK CITED:

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Do my friends think I have forgotten my wife and children?

John Adams to Abigail Adams

Do my friends think I have forgotten my wife and children?

July 20, 1776

This letter is about John telling his wife Abigail that his friends believe he has forgotten about his wife and children, which is not true. He asks all sorts of questions to see whether it is true. He is so far away from his family that he misses them a lot and they miss him as well. He needs them to help him and to be with him. The loss of Canada has happened which is that most of the lands in the United States are now Canada.

John just found out that his wife is ill and that his kids have small pox. He says that it was a “kind intention” (Adams 688) to keep it a secret but the secret has been revealed and he knows. He asks her to please let him know when she is ok.

Rhetorical Devises:

1. “Do my Friends think that I have been a politician so long to have lost all feeling? Do they suppose I have forgotten my Wife and Children? Or are they so panic struck with the loss of Canada, as so to be afraid to correspond with me? Or have they forgotten that you have a husband and your children a father?” (Adams 688)

This quote is an example of a rhetorical question. John Adams asks Abigail this questions he has in his mind.  Rhetorical questions are important in documents because the speaker asks questions he does not expect the reader to respond and orally. Also the speaker can make the reader understand what the he is going through. The speaker puts the reader in their shoes.

2. “What have I done, or omitted to do, that I should be thus forgotten and neglected in the most tender and affection scaene of my Life!” (Adams 688)

This quote is a representation of appeal to pathos or pity. John Adams is feeling sorry for what he is going through. People believe he has forgotten his family which is not true. He needs his family for support. Appeal to pathos or pity is important because it makes the reader feel sorry for the speaker. It makes the reader have the same emotions as the speaker does. The reader can process these questions in a way that they can not have a answer.

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Work Cited:

Letters of John and Abigail Adams packet

Blog #4 Refuting Patrick Henry

Mr. President, fellow citizens of the 13 colonies and fellow citizens of Virginia. I stand here today to speak the truth and to persuade you to find a better way to achieve freedom from British rule. We are all intelligent and rational people. How can we not find a better way than with blood shed? Indeed we must fight, but not in battle. Are we willing to sacrifice our own citizen’s lives? Are we ready to fight a great army and live with the consequences of a loss? Every citizen has entrusted their future to us and are we willing to risk it for our own failures? With all do respect sir, my predecessor; Patrick Henry is a man of great skill with words. His words appeal to our emotions instead of our rationale. He calls himself a patriot but he calls for death in the name of freedom: “Give me freedom or give me death” (Henry 2). If we are not granted freedom, is every man in this room prepared to die? There just has to be a better way! Are we ready to give up what we came to this land for? Great things require patience and suffering, and I think freedom is no exception.

Mr. President, Mr. Henry explicitly states that God will “rise up friends to fight battles for us”. I believe it’s wrong to invoke God so that others can do those things that we have to do for ourselves. He also states that “a just God presides over the destinies of Nations”. If this were true, a just God would have abolished slavery and would have guaranteed each citizen its freedom. It is the people and not God who control the destiny of their own nation. Mr. Henry is also implying that it is god’s will for us to fight when in fact a just God is a God of peace and mercy. Through out history, too many people have died and killed in the name of God. Are we ready to take our own destiny in our hands?
Finally sir is it really true that there is no longer any room for “peace and reconciliation”. Have we really exhausted every form of negotiation with the British Empire? Mr. Henry is accusing the British of the exact same thing he wants us to do; to use force to do the job instead of reconciliation. No wonder he has no more hope! No sirs! I have hope because hope is what keeps us alive.


Fellow patriots, I encourage all to unite. Let’s put our minds together and do the job the good citizens of our colonies have entrusted us to do. War is not the answer, peace is.

Picture:
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Speech in the Virginia Convention by: Patrick Henry (Article)