
Friday, February 29, 2008
Thoughts on the Attic and the Light in Princess and The Goblin

Thursday, February 28, 2008
The End of Recess

Tuesday, February 26, 2008
The Berenstain Bears Go To Camp

Outside Reading
"It's vacation time. Hooray! Hooray! Let's spend it outdoors. Let's get away!" Stan and Jan Berenstein, The Berenstain Bears Go To Camp
These Berenstain Bear books were just about my favorite growing up. I don't remember why but I think maybe I liked the idea of reading about tamed bears who acted just like humans. It was unnatural, kind of unique. Whereas we usually read about HUMANS in other children's books we get to read about bears in these books. Best of all, these books do more than entertain. They teach. I guess this one teaches children about cooperation and that they shouldn't take themselves too seriously. Sometimes it's necessary to have fun. Without relaxation one would cease to function effectively. For the Berenstain bears the way to relax is to go to day camp.
At camp, they learn to do arts and crafts, they learn how to do the "dead bears" float and how to canoe. More importantly, they have a chance to socialize with other bears their own age. And at the end of the camp Sister Bear has a chance to overcome one of her fears. In rereading this book I come to several conclusions that I failed to make earlier in life…
- This is a minor realization but I notice that in an illustration that Sister Bear gets a chance to gain revenge on Freddy Bear who hit her on the head earlier second day of camp. Basically I thought that this might teach children to seek revenge when someone does something to them. This isn't good, it doesn't teach children to do the right thing.
- Another thing I now notice is that Brother and Sister Bear have this unusually close relationship. They not only get along but they're friends as well. He's a good brother. But they have to share a room and frankly I think it's kind of unfortunate. Nonetheless, they have this amazing relationship and it's good to see a brother and sister relationship that works.
Monday, February 25, 2008
For Sale

"One sister for sale!
One sister for sale!
One crying and spying young sister for sale!
I'm really not kidding,
So who'll start the bidding?
Do I hear a dollar?
A nickel?
A penny?
Oh, isn't there, isn't there, isn't there any
One kid who will buy this old sister for sale,
This crying and spying young sister for sale?" Shel Silverstein
Alright, so I couldn't resist writing on this poem. I vaguely remember my childhood; it's been a long time. But, one thing that I do remember is that I read and that I was read to… I remember my mom reading this poem to me. She read me lots of poems by Silverstein. He is after all, one of the most popular poets for children. He seems to capture the essence of a child, which for some can be hard. I love to write, and am having fun writing for my advanced prose class this semester. Writing has always been something that I'm good at. But, what I write is not for children. Anyway, I really like this poem. After all, what child doesn't wish that he or she could auction off their sibling??
I'm sure that my brother wanted to at some point. Now that we're older, we get along. But we didn't we were younger. He was mean. The thought of auctioning him off never crossed my mind; he did annoy me, but I kind of learned to live with him. When he left for college I missed him a lot. It's like I was suddenly an only child and the center of attention, which means that you can get into more trouble.
Looking back at the poem, I don't remember what I thought. As with my childhood, it's been a long time. What comes to mind when I reread this poem is another story of one brother who was sold. This story takes place in the Bible. I am definitely thinking of Joseph. But, the story is a lot different. Joseph was actually sold; in this poem the character merely wants to carry through with the act. It doesn't actually happen. I can only imagine what would happen if it had. That would be another story/poem altogether.
In writing, I am also remembering something else. I've touched on this before, and earlier in this post. I think what makes this poem popular among others, is that it is easy for others to relate to. Any poem which is relatable is successful in evoking a particular emotion in its reader. This poem, like others of Silverstein's in relatable. As I would say in ENGL 345 "It just works." In LING 307 I would say that appeals to peoples positive face needs, in making them feel more affiliated. It also, appeals to the need for independence. The brother wants to be independent of the sister. He wants to get rid of her so that he can live worry and hassle free. It sounds good, but in the long run the risks outweigh the benefits.
In the end, this poem by Silverstein "works" because it appeals to others and speaks to them in a variety of ways.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Faith Like A Child...

Alright, so my posts have never been religious in nature, but this post will be, obviously. I sometimes wonder why, my faith does not enter into conversation and am kind of ashamed that it doesn't. I feel like a lot of people go through life, afraid to share the gospel or show that they are Christians. It's like people keep this part of them hidden. In high school there was this kid, who would go up to others and share his faith. Needless to say, people looked at him like he was strange. That's kind of sad... Anyway, I decided that I would share my faith, by simply writing this installment and using a Bible verse as my focus of this entry. I think that William Lloyd Garrison said it best, " I do not wish to think, or speak, or write with moderation. I am in earnest... I will not equivocate... I will not excuse-- I will not retreat a single inch... AND I WILL BE HEARD." Basically, I want others to know about my faith; I'm ashamed that I've ever been embarresed to share or show that I am a Christian...
So, now I'll step off my soapbox and get on with the entry
I've heard this story countless times, as I have grown up with these stories. I remember being angry at the disciples; they didn't want Jesus to associate with the children because they were well... children. They thought that Jesus was too good for them. But, Jesus being who he was made an example of himself and told the disciples to let the children come to him. He wasn't afraid to associate with them. He went on to teach others about their faith by using children as an example. Simply put, a child's faith is simple yet it is profound. Since they are young, they do not question. An adult, isn't as trusting. The more a person grows, the more they question what they learn. They question their faith as well. But, Jesus teaches that we should learn to have faith like a child. We shouldn't have to understand everything about our world, and our faith.
Perhaps, it isn't our place to know all the mysteries of this world. If it was then we would ALL be able to figure out our lives and everything in it. This isn't so. Millions of people are born with illnesses, or disabilities. Others, are merely victims of circumstance. A person loses someone they love, another grows up in an abusive home. How could this possibly make sense, how could a person understand why their world is so messed up. They can't. Instead, a person should just accept the fact that God loves them, and get on with life. This, believing in something, someone better- enables that person to live more happily and freely.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
The Berenstain Bears and Too Much Vacation

Outside Reading
“Can a bear’s vacation with more rain than sun end up being the one that’s most fun?” Stan and Jan Berenstain, The Berenstain Bears and Too Much Vacation
“Togetherness one more time!”… I still remember this guy, from town who would always go around and give these talks. I was too young to remember what he talked about but his little saying was "togetherness one more time." It was supposed to bring people together, to unite them. And here while rereading this book I am reminded of Pancho, that’s the man’s name. He was/ is an amazing man but I don’t remember much else of him, and I don’t know what he’s doing now or if he’s even alive for that matter. But, I really think that in this book the Berenstain Bears are united as a family and we see that it isn’t Sister and Brother Bear who are united but it is the entire family that is really close. As it was with my last installment over the other Berenstain Bears book, it’s kind of refreshing to see this closeness.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Dodgson's Muse

Many know of the story Alice In Wonderland, many more have watched the Disney version of the story. But what many do not know is that Lewis Carroll is a pseudonym for Charles Dodgson and that the character of Alice was created with someone special in mind. That is, Dodgson knew a young girl by the name of Alice Lidell, later to be known as Alice Hargreaves, and it said that she was Dodgson's muse for this story. It is also believed that Dodgson had a relationship with this girl and that it was merely platonic. Others aren't so sure that it was platonic...
I was horrified when I first found that out... I was in my ENGL 481 class a few summers ago. We were doing these reports over biographies of authors and someone had chosen Charles Dodgson/ Lewis Carroll. Needless to say, this definitley changes how I feel about the story and this author. It's not the same story that I remember reading... No, this seems to be a different story- it kind of ruins it for me.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Homework! oh, Homework!

I hate you! You stink!
I wish I could wash you away in the sink,
if only a bomb
would explode you to bits.
Homework! Oh, homework!
You're giving me fits.
I'd rather take baths
with a man-eating shark,
or wrestle a lion
alone in the dark,
eat spinach and liver,
pet ten porcupines,
than tackle the homework,
my teacher assigns.
Homework! Oh, homework!
you're last on my list,
I simply can't see
why you even exist,
If you just disappeared
it would tickle me pink.
Homework! Oh, homework!
I hate you! You stink!" Shel Silverstein/ Jack Prelutsky-??
So, I'm beginning to think that my fifth grade language arts/ history teacher either made us do lots of memorization or that there really is an obvious reason why they call us "Super Seniors." Anyway, I think that I memorized this poem in fifth grade, just like I think that this poem is written by Shel Silverstein. When I looked for it on the Internet I found that it might have been written by someone else. Either way, I still like the poem. I figured that it was fitting that I post on this seeing as how my "week of hell"-tests/midterms are around the corner. Naturally, homework is piling up.
I don't think that I noticed anything different when I read this again. I notice that it's pretty far fetched and goes to the extreme. Perhaps, this is what makes it such a memorable and well loved poem. For example, when I googled the poem, I had no trouble finding the poem. It was a poem that had been used multiple times when people blogged. Furthermore, I believe that it is memorable because people can relate. When people can relate to something or someone their postive face needs (Whoop for being able to apply what I learned in LING 307) are satisfied and they feel as if they are more affiliated with the world in which they live. As those needs are met a person begins to do better and better... For example, I think that all students whether in the first grade or in college can relate to this poem. I don't care what anyone says, at times even the Rory Gilmore's of the world( people who like school and studying) hate their homework.
I think that about wraps it up for now. I'm spent on words and thought. My brain is fried, I need a break. One last thing, I know the cartoon doesn't really fit but it was really funny. It says " No you may not outsource your homework to India"- it was sooooo funny.
Friday, February 15, 2008
D.W. Thinks Big

Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Not Your Grandmother's Cinderella

Monday, February 11, 2008
I Cannot Go To School Today


Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry.
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox.
And there's one more - that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue,It might be the instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke.
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in.
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My toes are cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There's a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is ...
What? What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is .............. Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!" Shel Silverstein, I Cannot Go To School Today
When I was in in fifth grade Mrs. Hatcher, my history/langauge arts teacher made us memorize this poem. I thought it would be appropriate for me to use seeing as how everyone is getting "sick." Then, my second class got cancelled today because our professor was sick. I did everything but check my TAMU email when I was in the Blocker computer lab. I feel kind of stupid. But anyway, without further ado here's the latest "installment."
What I like about this poem and about this author is that it's sort of a classic. Shel Silverstein is among the best known children's author's of all times. Dr. Seuss I would have to say is number one but Silverstein would probably take the silver or bronze if poets got olympic medals. In regards to this poem in particular I like that it, like other poems, is relatable that every child at one point or another has played hooky from school and has attempted to convince his or her parent that he or she is unable to go to school. Little Peggy Ann McKay is no different. She uses every excuse in the book. While it would be impossible that she be so ill, I think that her attempts to feign her caretaker are good and bold. Realistically speaking, she would be dead if she were as ill as she makes herself out to be. But, being that she's a child, she probably doesn't think about this. It is though, as I said a charming poem and something that we can all relate to.
For example, I don't remember how old I was but I remember this one time when I was younger I had stayed home because I was sick and then I wanted to go to Wednesday night church because I felt better but my Mom wouldn't let me. At the time, I was furious but it made sense when I really thought about it. So yeah, I like this poem because we can relate and because it seemed fitting to write on this poem today. Besides that, Silverstein, as I have also said is among the best poets ever...
I think that's it for now. Gotta run.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Amazing Grace

"Grace was a girl who loved stories. She didn't mind if they were read to herr or told to her or made up in her own head. She didn't care if they were in books or movies or out of Nana's long memory. Grace just loved stories." Amazing Grace, Mary Hoffman; Caroline Binch
I vaguely remember reading this story as a child; I couldn't have been more than seven years at the time. But what I do remember is that I liked the book. Once again, I find that I enjoyed the book. It's a unique story and really warms the heart. It has a feel to it, a very special Caribbean feel. However, one thing I do not like is that Grace, who I assume lives in this current era, is told that she cannot play the role of Peter Pan because she is African American.
In this day and age, traces of what use to be are left behind. For the most part, I see that people are more tolerant and accepting of those outside of their race. Today, people of all races, nations and tribes work and live together in a near perfect harmony. I am however, a caucasian female writing this so I guess I kind of have a biased opinion on this matter. I do realize that racism is still alive and well in some people but we Americans do tend to think differently than those that raised us... Another thing that I like about this book is that by the end of the story the conflict has resolved itself. Grace regains her confidence when her Nana takes her to the ballet. Afterwards she regains confidence and lands the role of Peter Pan in her school's production of the play Peter Pan. And I suppose that the author writes this way to teach the readers, both young and new, a lesson. The lesson- is that all children given the right circumstances can do anything if they just set their minds to the task at hand.
Friday, February 8, 2008
The Rushed Childhoods of the 21st Century

Tuesday, February 5, 2008
The Prevalence of Ogres In Children's Literature

Okay, so I got the idea to do this entry quite a while ago... We were discussing the Hansel and Gretel tales, Molly Whuppie to be even more specific. Anyway, I decided to do a post over the prevalence of ogres in childrens literature. When I put it into a search engine I got a lot of hits. I always say that I don't claim to be the most knowledgable source abt. literature or children's literature for that matter. For that reason, I seek to find what others say abt. these ogres and why they've made their way into popular works and movies. But I do want to write on the subject. Basically, I'm just saying that I'm not a scholar on the subject.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Cinderella's Trip to the 21st Century, Pt. 2

Saturday, February 2, 2008
Cinderella's Trip to the 21st Century, Pt. 1

My momma used to tuck me into bed
and she'd read me a story
It always was about a Princess in distress
And how a guy would save her and end up with the glory
I'd lie in bed and think about the person that I want to be
Then one day I realized the fairy tale life wasn't for me
[Chorus]
I don't wanna be like Cinderella
Sittin' in a dark old dusty cellar
Waiting for somebody, to come and set me
free
I don't wanna be like Snow White waiting
For a handsome prince to come and save me
On a horse of white, unless we're riding side
by side
Don't want to depend on no one else
I'd rather rescue myself
Someday I'm gonna find someone who
wants my soul, heart, and mind
Who's not afraid to show that he loves me
Somebody who will understand I'm happy
just the way I am
Don't need nobody taking care of me
I will be there for him just as strong as he will be there for me
When I give myself then it has to got to be, an equal thing
[Chorus]
I can slay, my own dragons
I can dream, my own dreams
My knight in shining armour is me
So I'm gonna set me free." Cinderella, The Cheetah Girls
Alright, so I admit it- I watch the Disney Channel sometimes... I don't really watch that much TV during the semester but when summer or Christmas break roll around I watch a lot of TV and go to lots of movies. We don't have satellite, but we do have basic cable. I still feel like I don't have a lot of options though. The Discovery Health Channel is one of my favorites but it can get a little too graphic for me, I also like MTV, VH1 and the CW... Anyway, I think it was last summer when The Cheetah Girls came out with their second movie. I also admit that I watched it. As I recall there wasn't much else to do or much else on TV.
Now, months later I'm rembering that there was this song about Cinderella and since we've just read Cinderella I thought that I would write on this song, and how this tale is and still remains one of the most popular stories for children. The different versions by many different authors have given a glimpse as to what life was like during the time in which they lived. In a sense, they are time capsules. This version speaks its audience as it shows that girls can be strong, independent and that they can fight their own battles. In the past the Cinderella stories told its audiences that women were weak and that their place was in the home. Being that they were weak they probably could not fight fight their own battles. Today, women have a brighter outlook on life as is reflected in song and literature.