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Evernote helped me with notes in class. This is so because I could record my teacher while he was speaking in order to go on line and recap what he said. It also helps because you can go on the ipad your phone or computer to view the notes you took that day. This is helpful because if someone doest own an ipad then this means they can see the notes they took on their computer. This is only more access that makes a person learning experience much. This will also allow students to learn no just at school but at home to prepare for their The problem with Evernote on the ipad is that you need Internet. This is an issue because the ipad makes it if you don’t have wifi then you can even view your notes. This is a problem because some students may have valuable info and can reach it because of a “technicality”. Witch is very frustrating because this makes Evernote harder to use not easier. Making people not want to go to it or Evernote helped me with notes in class. This is so because I could record my teacher while he was speaking in order to go on line and recap what he said. It also helps because you can go on the ipad your phone or computer to view the notes you took that day. This is helpful because if someone doest own an ipad then this means they can see the notes they took on their computer. This is only more access that makes a person learning experience much. This will also allow students to learn no just at school but at home to prepare for their

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The benefit of having an ipad in class makes the learning experience easier. This is true because if someone in the class doesn’t have the answers then they can surf on the web. This stops the awkward silence in class and allows people to raise their hands. This also helps the teacher in teaching a dead class on things that they don’t know, or understand. The ipads also aids the teacher in teaching because their class is searching and understanding the information on their own. Meaning they understand the information on their own terms, and read at websites that help them the best. Allowing the teacher to have a full class discussion with a class that gets, knows, and understands the material that is being taught at hand.             The limitations on the ipads are the school intervening in the technology. This is so because the school blocks certain websites that can help. Also certain functions on the ipad cant be obtained because everyone must share an ipad. Not helping a student because certain websites might help but they are blocked. Doesn’t help making a students work much harder and not even worthwhile because of extra work. The ipads were given as something that is supposed to help but it’s not helping. This is so because it only makes things more complicated. The ipad is technology that is limited but shows no bounds of ignorance. The people who prevent the learning from happening are what make the limits unbearable.             The ipads should only be for high school students. This is so because if high school students can barely no break their own things. What will a middle school or a grade school student do with a priceless “toy”? In are present times we see kids with touch screen phone and iPods with unlimited music in its software. Than again if you look closer the things they carry are damaged or broken to no being able to use. If the school places an ipad into their hands they may break it or steal the ipad in a way. Students need to learn how to care for their things before they touch a shared device.

Alexander

Shelton

Under The Chandelier

 
      A kid whose street name was Alchemist lived in New York, New York in 1996. His given name was Lawrence Shelton. He was an African American male who lived in a one-parent household. His home was the Avenue his only parent that guided him wrong was his glock. He went to her anytime he needed advice. All he needed to do was pull the trigger and she would speak. Her words traveling through the bodies of his oppositions as an x-ray does to view your bones. A pea sized cardiologists that knew one hole through the heart so her son would live to another day. The avenue was a place he gave high fives just so he could get by. He was loaded with dope, which turned to coke, sooner transforming into yay. His mind effectuated with theories, he wrapped his mind around books of scholars. He spoke in metaphors, acted in verbs, and his logic put Einstein’s own thoughts against himself. A skinny eighteen year old that was an angel at heart but his knowledge to advanced for his own good.
     On a Friday afternoon Lawrence was enjoying a book at a local library before he went to dealing narcotics to strung out customers. He got up to leave when he saw three men at least six feet tall dressed in all black. He went to turn around but stopped to see three more men in black behind him. They’re all above his height. Over him as if they were the twin towers. He was an ant wishing he were their size just so he could see the world from their point of view. Each one coming close to seeing the curvature of the earth wrap around the world as a snake coils its self in defense. The men closed in on him as if they were wolves preparing to kill its prey. Alchemist stood tall in his life-threatening situation. He reached for his mother so she could give his aggressors a conversation they'll never forget. Until he noticed a reflection through a window of a 9mm pointed to the back of his head. Ready to place him in his grave, and be a forever slave to death. So he placed his hands in the air as if he was praising God to give him another chance at life. Until he saw a black bag come over his head. Then he felt a sharp pain on his neck then everything grew silent and dark. As if it was night and he was in the middle of the pitch-black darkness. One of the men took the handle of their gun and hit him in the back of his neck. He awoke not being able to see a thing because the bag was still placed over his head. He heard men talking he heard one of them say " Yo man I told you don't hurt the kid we need him to be able to do as he's told". Alchemist couldn't move he was hand cuffed to a chair as if he was a criminal in a police station.
       He struggled to get loose. Before he could the blinding bag come from over his head, and he looked up with his hazel eyes. Ready to see who summoned him to this place of wonders. He took a glance around to only see he was in a run down building. He assumed it had to be burned by the wood coming of the walls and the doors missing from the hinges. Then he looked up to see a short man standing before him at the most 5 foot 3. He was wearing Levis with a plain white T-shirt with white gym shoes covering over his black Hanes that he wore on his feet. His face looked as young as Shelton's did but his hair braded down to his shoulders. His eyes rich as honey but his intentions far from sweet. Alchemist knew who he was he understood why he was there. He was in the presences of Low. An underground leader of a now progressing gang a syndicate in the works. So he spoke and says "What do you want my life or my service" Low laughed hysterically followed by the words "What do you think I am a customer looking to get cheap dime bags when I can just get some from my very own pocket? Look kid I have a deal you might like for two maybe three reasons. I want you to come work for me rapping in a contest known as Under the Chandelier held every ten years. Jumping to the case if you say yes and become apart of the Troublesome 96' you have your life cash and even women. If you say no then I'll have to take your life and you will be more pointless then you were before. So what will it be"? While Shelton looked through the gapping hole through the ceiling Low reached over his desk to pull out a Sawn Off shot gun. It was already loaded as if Low didn’t trust anyone but his bullets because they bring back results not excuses. He pointed the gun to Shelton's head and says with a smile on his face "Well what will it be heaven here with me or hell we're you will fail to bring up bail"? Shelton looked down then looked up to say "Yea". Low put the gun on his shoulders and said "Alrite boy you need a street name because your government can't be passed around like a girl who opens her legs for the whole click. I'll even be polite and let you. Choose it yourself." Shelton smiled and said "Alchemist"

             Alchemist was dropped of at a building that was only half a whole. He saw lights Coming from the side of the building that had noting there. He heard yelling and rapping. He heard the echo of the beats the booing and the crowd loving every second of the hate infused with the love they give the perfumers. He stepped toward his fate and accepted it with as if his life depended on it. He walked into this place of wonders and saw a pure gold ceiling with pictures of angels. That was hand drawn by an artist who found it to be worthy of his abilities and be printed with his mark for all this worlds’ life. Then he saw a chandelier hanging witch was suppose to be the half way point of the too parts of one building making a whole. The chandelier hung as if god himself in heaven crafted it.  On the other hand it was posed by greed and angry because of the words that the people below it speak. The chandelier was made of ivory pure elephant tusks. The ends of it spiraled up ward while the chain holding it in the air were diamonds each one black to show very small diversity in the room and how no other minority would survive in a place blinded by smoke and heart filled hate. The light at the bottom of the chandelier was forever lit as long as the light hit the reflection bouncing off over eleven million seventy-eight carrot diamonds.  The speakers that amplified the voices were gently places through out the building so all you heard was the instrumentals and the voice putting its bass to shame. Alchemist walked in the room and felt someone tap him on his shoulder he looked over it and saw a man. Who was as mysterious as his intentions. Alchemist followed him through a crowd of people not knowing where he was being taken. Until he got to the bottom of the stage and saw that he was suppose to stand on it.

            The man let him get on first the he grabbed the mic to say “Yo Yo Yo people how you feeling today”. The crowd roared as a lion ready to hunt its prey at the rising of the sun. Then he smiled and said “ Alrite Alrite I hear you I get the message. Well I got a special treat for you today this young kid behind me is called Alchemist. He is meant to serve as your entertainment to night. But before he can perform on his own and truly be a true member of the Troublesome 96; He must first go up against the leading champion of rap battling Dictionary”. Dictionary was a man in his mid twenties and ready to rumble he hated the world and his lyrics showed no mercy to the people they were pointed towards. He flirted with death and has had relations with the demons of hell more then the world has lived to see. He got his name by the many different names of people he crushed. Then the announcer looked to the far left of the building and said “ And to make sure this match is fair.” Then two read beams come from the corner and landed on Alchemists forehead and one on Dictionary’s heart. Then Dictionary licked his lips as a sensation of lust for Alchemists blood. Alchemist looked at his forehead to only realize that this was a match to the death and that Low saw no point in having to people in his crew that were both good at one thing witch was hip hop and free styling. Alchemist could see the demon lurking in Dictionary’s eyes he saw how the carnage and the beginning of his cabob would be if he lost. He could see his eyes change from colors showing him how he would rather kill himself then loose his life to a under study. Dictionary snatched the mic from the announcer and smiled then said, “ Lets end the beginning and never renew.” Then he closed his eyes and started rapping He said, “

Master of 96/ I own this age/ But when I turn the page/ I see niggas change to be uncaged/ I’m the real thing leaving you beige/ You say you transport monster merchandise/ I looked you up and down twice/ To see how many keys you carry/ I don’t see any/ You catch me with more then twenty/ Fuck twenty-five years/ If I flee I get the heat on me/ That’s flat out life/ So I keep my berretta close and tight/ To show five O/ When I blast they ass they fall like 304’s/ The lives I take are about three or four”.

The crowd goes crazy they yell as if they are Romans in the coliseum. Waiting for the next gladiator to be devoured by a deadly beast. Then he raised his head to say “ Now watch me to go in on y’all lets see if you can exchange dough in this game or if you get burned by hell’s gate flames”. Before he could finish his sentence Alchemist took the mic out of his hands and said, “I think its time I showed y’all what real hip hop music is”. Alchemist took in a deep breath as if it was his last then said,

“ Cant stay plain/ Cuz my sane/ Will be in vain/ And I hear that’s how you speak my name/ So I gotta drop bombs like who dome who sane/ You claim/ Yo aim/ is swift like bullets/ So I plead you to pull it/ Cuz when I squeeze mine/ I wont give it time to start coolin/ Red hot barrel/ Wit lead flying at you like sparrows/ The Egyptian pharaoh/ King Tut so my lethal promises aren’t fronts/ Cuz every hollow tip is blunt/ I leave yo body hydraulic/ To much information/ So log off of phonics/ You popin glocks/ My tech is beyond it/ My trigger finger is bionic”.

You hear the crowd go crazy they sounded as if they were a pack of lions roaring all at the same time to show they ran the jungle, and that Alchemist was their king. Then in an instant he saw a dark shadow come over his shoulder to see his opposition starting at him in his eyes showing that he wish he could drag his soul with him to hell. Then you saw a bullet go through Dictionarys chest.

You could see the life fade from his eyes. You could see the pupils in his eyes fade into darkness and his soul sucked through his skin to begin where it was born hell.  Then his body hit the ground limp with death and cold from regret. Alchemist saw a silver bullet pass through his flesh like a knife trough butter. He grabbed himself were he was shot to collect his thoughts to look over and realize that he was tricked by the same man who he made his deadly deal with. He was on his knees head held low to look up to see Low standing by his gang of over thirty hundred thousand men. All ready for war with the people on the inside. All ready to take a life and grant them to either heaven or hell witch ever fate decides. Low travels to the stage to speak with Alchemist. Who then pulls out his desert eagle to shoot at Low. Then a red beam went to his hand that was holding his weapon and the person holding the gun shot his hand clean off. At the same time he pulled the trigger and shot a man in-between his eyes and eyebrows. His brains leaking from the front of his head. The random mans blood crimson red the kid only the demons fiend for to drink and only purify the darkness in them. Low looked over then said to Alchemist “ Eww man that’s disgusting you know that right? Well it doesn’t matter because I’m here for this building I’m taking it apart because im going to be rich just of the door knobs of this place and if it wasn’t for you distracting everyone I wouldn’t be able to do so. You see I lied I’m not the gang leader of Troublesome 96’ I really run their number one enemy Underground. O’ and the ma laying on the ground drowning in his own blood is really the leader and you saved me a lot of trouble killing him myself. I would shake your hand but you seem short a right hand”. Alchemist stood up then felt his body gives way when low shot him in his ankle. Then he looked up into the barrel of Lows gun to say “You lied to me you said you wanted me and wanted to use me. Before I die tells me why you lied why you couldn’t have you just asked”? Low bent down to say “ Well I feel like im here to cause genocide and havoc not teach rejoice and happiness. I believe myself to be the “Ghost Rider”. You know the Marvel comic? Anyway instead of me bringing Satan’s demons back to hell that belongs there I send who ever I please. And on the other hand ha-ha witch you are short of, it would’ve have been fun as this”. Low pulls the trigger to end Alchemists life and send him to a place of internal sleep, which, he may never wake again.

Poe

Alexander Shelton

3-17-2012

Poe

Edger Poe is a man whose min is twisted and goes beyond the limits of science fiction. His twisted mind and character is obsessed with death.

            Edger Poe was a man whose mind couldn’t wrap around the concept of death. People can infer this by his many stories on death. Also by the way he describes peoples deaths in very vivid detail, it’s as if he can’t understand death. So he writes about it countless and numerous times just to fathom the understanding. The three main stories he shows his twisted antics in are The Tell-Tale Heart, The Masque of the Red Death, and The fall of the House of Usher. These are the main stories that he shows his most penmen ship on.

            The Tell-Tale Heart a short story was about a man who was upset with a elderly gentlemen all because of his eyes. In the short story he expressed his feelings on the mans eyes like they were burning a hole through his body. In the story he said he posses an “Evil eye” (The tell-Tale Heart, Poe). So he eagerly planned a night where he would murder the elder man because his “Vulture eye made me feel pale and made my blood run” (The tell-Tale Heart, Poe). The twisted part about the story is that he made sure to murder the old man when he was sleep. The younger man was so obsessed with is death he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He couldn’t stomach killing the elderly man because when he murdered him he kept thinking about how he did it. Also by him hearing a strange ring inside of his head (The tell-Tale Heart, Poe).

            The Masque of the Red Death is another story where he lets the people outside of his mind know the true meaning of sick twisted mind. He showed this by creating a character called Black Death. In this particular story this character had died and every other person in the room had fell and died as well (The Masque of the Red Death, Poe). After this mysteriously everyone in the town had came down with a pelage and everyone was dying non-stop. To escalade the problem their prince was only with healthy people and thought they should’ve lived and the poor die to the disease like they are rats (The Masque of the Red Death, Poe). Poe didn’t allow the wicked to live; He feels like even if the weak die off he believes the evil or wicked must not see the daylight because of their ways. The prince and his friends were exuded by the pelage in the home witch they all lived him. They were picked off one by one like flies attached to their 3 days of life. The prince failed to see that he let a holder of death enter his home without knowing.

             

             The fall of the House of Usher is a story created and understood by only the strange and wicked minded? This story touched base with an ill man named Roderick. Who reached out to his dear friend for help. His friend come to the home and notices the house and how it is gloomy as if it aluminates sandiness from is foundation. He walks in to see his friend sick unhealthy (The fall of the House of Usher, Poe). His friend noticed that his features where different he also saw that he was physically unwell. Roderick had a sister to who was sick as well. Him and his friend the narrator had buried her alive with out knowing this. They found out by the narrator reading a book and hearing strange noises witch followed the description of the book (The fall of the House of Usher, Poe). They went towards the basement to dig her up but they where to late to see that she was covered in her own blood to escape. The Roderick dies out of fear. The narrator rushes out of the house to realize that it fell in like its own foundation was the cause of its own destruction. 

Alexander Shelton

3/2/2012

                              Life Through Thoughts

           

            Low was a kid who lived in New York, New York. He was raised as an African American male in an unhealthy life style. His Mother was the block and his father was the streets. They birthed a malicious tyrant who had eye’s has an angel. On the other hand his intentions came from a different angle.  On the inside his heart and internal organs were a gift by hell. His smile trusting but his words worth noting. He saw the world as Hitler to his Germany, and the people only birthed for his genocide. Low only had enemies; no one trusted him because of his infamous reputation. He would steal from family, saw the world only for riches, and killed any man for less then their life was worth. His mind filled with envy, heart pure of greed.

            One day Low was enjoying his favorite hobby, which was attending a local dogfight. When he received a phone call from his girlfriend Stephanie. She felt as if Low was an angel sent by God to guide her to paradise. So she looked pasted his twisted mind set and saw him as a gift wrapped in a curse. Low answered the phone with haste “What’s up girl I haven’t heard from you all day how you feel.” Low saw his girlfriend as a symbol for sex and noting more. When she called he always knew that heaven was on its way. On this phone call he wasn’t going to be so lucky he would only be disgusted by the words she utters. Stephanie shaking on the other end of the phone shakes with fear as if she had seconds to live. Tears cascading down her face, her hand clutching her breast as if her heart would leap from her chest. Her clothes lay stretched and torn on her bedspread. Low is upset his eyebrows touching his brown eyes a vain appears in the corner of his head. Showing how flustered he is and he hissed at her just because she was too frantic. So he replies “Woman if you don’t speak I will place my “Old Man” against your temple and pull slow.  His slang and the thought of the last sound she hears being a bang has her shout “Your going to be a father!” Low’s eyes opens wider then a newborn child being brought into the world. He snaps at Stephanie “What are you talking about that thing ain’t mine get rid of it”. She’s shocked torn apart her emotions and feelings going wild. A mother having to choose between her unborn child and a wicked man she loves. For once she gets a glimpse at the man in the mirror and doesn’t bite her tongue when she speaks. She says angrily “ Are you God? Did you give mankind life? Did you shape the mountains, and fill the sea with clear blue water for life to thrive? Did you breathe life into the embryo growing in my stomach? If you answered no to all of these things. You can bend over backwards in the mirror, and see what that makes you.” Low upset, lost for words and feels demoralized. He feels as if the woman who loved him has castrated him, he has no way out. So he hangs up the phone.

            He flees the scene of the animal’s physical wounding each other to escape into darkness. To where he wants him. Low reaches in-between his pants and under wear to pull out a 45 Sheppard. Thoughts racing, heart pacing, his finger itching to end two lives tonight. Then he realized he couldn’t take her life how could he when he was a sloppy shot. Also when he was on his third strike barley even eighteen. He couldn’t back out he had to redeem his pride bring honor back to his self-wealth. Broken between jail and embarrassment he hears “Andrew Carter are you in need of my help?” Low wipes the sweat from his face and cocks back his weapon. Click clack, then Low shouts “ YO! I don’t care who you think you ‘be’ calling me by my government! But you wont live to say that name to anyone else!” BANG BANG BANG! Low unloads a whole clip into the shadows not knowing if he missed or killed his so thought aggressor. The barrel of the gun emotes smoke as a cigar when it’s lit to be smoked. Shells lay on the ground as if they died all used and purpose fulfilled. Then he sees all fifteen of his bullets roll back to him. He looks up not freighted but curious. Then he sees a bright read foot and black pants tight to the mysterious man body. He then notices a torso that is red as flames and muscles bigger then any mans that he has ever seen. Then he sees the head long black hair ears as long as elves. His bottom row of teeth comes out of his mouth going upward. His skin just as red as his chest. Horns that come from his forehead traveling up and in-between the horns burns souls dark red. His eyes purple to draw a mindless fool towards him to make a deal to die for. This mysterious man has one unworldlier feature a tail long enough to wrap around the world at least three times. Wings as long as the twin towers pillars towering over the world its self. The man walks towards Low and bows to say “My name is Lucifer. You may call me the ruler of the under world, the king of death the dissolver of flesh. The one who brings my demons from my hell and place them into random men’s semen. Such as you so the world can see it’s near future. I am Satan or the devil”. He rises with a grin and says, “I notice you have a problem at hand and I can help you”. Low was happy heart rises with joy ready to give anything to make his issues go away. So Low replies “What is that Demon.”  Lucifer says with a grin from cheek to cheek “ Give me your soul and you will have the power to turn the world inside out.” Low is ready to give up his very being for power and wealth “ I want it give it to me show me how to me. I need this man. I must turn that witch and her child into ashes that only god can only recognize”. The devil looking up ironically shaking his head. Grants Low his Power just with a snap of his finger.

            Low emerges from his new transformation new, more powerful. He has the speed faster then a cheetah the might of over hundred men. The devil points up the street and says, “ GO! To your destiny so I may retrieve mine boy. Low ran to his soon to be dead girl friends house and puts his hand up. Then makes a fist, he rips apart the front part of her home into noting but sawdust. She falls to the floor in amazement at the father of her child. His skin pale his hair to his shoulders, his eyes rips your soul from its seams only just from a glance. She new it was him because of his grin and the thirst in his eyes for her blood. He grabs her throat an picks her up with his finger. He touches her belly only to burn the life she holds to death. Low smiles and says “ I burn our child to life I only want to make it hot so it can come out quicker. I only want to see its face before I turn you both into ash.” He throws her into what’s left of the couch and snaps his fingers. She felt as if flames traveled from her toes down to the depths of her soul. Then Low drops her and runs to take her life and his unborn child. She pleads franticly “ Low no don’t do this I’m sorry I love you. I wont speak up to you again. Then he says very uncompassionate “ Hell knows no bounds of mercy.” The he comes a quarter of an inch to his belly he can taste her death between his teeth then time freezes and so does Low.  The devil appears behind Stephanie and says, “Times up I want my soul”. Low unable to speak but on the inside feels cheated betrayed and broken. Lucifer comes to his ear to whisper, “ What would’ve been smarter was to leave her and her child all alone and you would have your soul. It’s funny how you humans live for the moment and not for the future. And id careless about telling you in advance because I wouldn’t have this.” He pulls his soul from his chest. Then his Lows body turns to ash and the devil puts Lows soul with the rest in the dark red fire that burns with the corrupted undead believers.

           

Huck Fin post

The thought of Huck saying he will risk his life to save a African American is very ironic. This is so because white society tells Huck they are beneath them and, because Huck doesn't understand morals.

White society shows and tells Huck he is above African Americans. So for Huck to say he will go to hell and save him is out of character. In the book Huck has shown some traits of racism without knowing. In one of the chapters Huck see's and understands Jim's pain about his family. He thinks to himself I didn't know an average black male had emotions. It was implanted into his brain that his level exceeded other colors. Even though some of these untrue statements are being faded from his mind. Huck at times shows his nose to Jim, unknowingly.

Hucks lack of morality to understand himself. Makes him saving Jim very ironic. A person who doesn't understand themselves aren't able to help others. In one of the chapters Huck was going to do the "right thing". By turning Jim over to the law. If it wasn't for Jim showing Huck undying friendship. Huck would've done the "wrong thing" by himself. At times Huck needs guides to help live his life at times.

Is huck a raist

Huck isnt a racist for plenty of reasons. first because he understands Jim's pain and also sees African americans equal as the white man.                                                                                                       Huck understands jims pain in many ways. He understands because he felt bad that jims daughter has scarlet fever. He felt like jim had feelings just as he did and he understood his pain. Jim also made Huck see that blacks are just as human as whites. In one of the chapters Huck says that he realized that Jim isnt a animail who only lives to work. He also say that at times he must take his own life in his hands. Jim has showed Huck many life lessons in the book and only a non racist would keep these lesson. Also &uck is proud to reprsent jim.              Huck sees african americans as equal to him. He sees this by beeining around jim for the whole book. Jims gives off emotions, such as fear, happiness and also most important friendship. Jim showed fear by showing passion and love for his family. Jim shows happiness by letting huck know hes happy to be around him. In one of the chapters when huck was going to turn Jim in. Jim told him that he was happy that there were best friends. It made huck think maybe we are equal in ways even the white man missed