Lucy's AP Blog

Today we discussed the very many themes within the book “The Color Purple”. One of the themes was “Sacrifice” and with that we talked about Cellie giving herself up to protect Nettie from any physical harm. We determined that not all sacrifices aren’t good, and that although Cellie was being forced to do everything that she encountered, she made sure to protect the ones she loves.

My weekend was very eventful. Friday night I had my senior night for basketball and we won our game. Then early saturday morning at 12:45AM I left to go to Montgomery for a recruitment visit to Huntingdon College. I met the players and the coaching staff and even got invited to watch them play. Afterwards I went to Birmingham to stay with my Mom until it was time for me to come back. I also ended up getting my learners permit and reopened my debit card. Overall my weekend was very fun and I made alot of memories.

Short Story         It was a normal day at Galliard elementary school except for in Mr. Rease's pre-k class. it all started when Antonio and Lucy made a play dough monster. all of the other kids thought it looked disgusting due to its different sized eyes, unfamiliar head shape, and its gloomy formed teeth. even though the monster they created seemed weird, the kids decided to give it a name: Edwardo. however, Jonathan put the icing on the cake by adding a special booger making the toy play dough monster, Edwardo, come to life. once recess was over, the kids came back inside not expecting the monster to be there. the kids shouted with fear and tried to run out but the door, all of a saddened becomes jammed leaving them stuck inside with the horrible monster. with a look of suspense, Mr. Rease returned to the room to see all of his students gone with Antonio's glasses still on the floor. Edwardo ate the children leaving Mr. Rease with calling for help to locking up the hi

Why am I here?       Why am I here? Is it a choice of neglect? Why are the kids instilled with fear? Is it because of human regret?   Since then of my creation.  I did not understand my purpose. Which then triggered my frustration. Which led the children into being nervous.   With my hideous looks and furious hunger.  My sense of starvation began to rise. I snuck into their classroom eating and killing the younger. Leading me to shock when everyone dies.   I don't know how to feel  I don't know why I am here which causes me to kill ending my life yet severe.   

Edwardo the Monster all kids play with play dough,  but on a particular day they created a monster named, Edwardo. he had a small right eye, but a huge left eye, which made one think, did my kids give the monster a stye. He had scars and hideous teeth,  coming from the kids kicking him around the tree, in that moment I seen fire in his eyes, Which I felt that I may have to tell my kids goodbye. He always gave me a weird vibe, which explained his anger inside, later on in the darkness of my home, maybe I could've been tripping, until I heard covers ripping, The kids did a loud scream, which made my ears ring, I had no idea that my life would take this path,  all I seen in the closet were my kids scraps.

 My reflection of doing this project is something self learned. I felt as if I was able to express my thoughts and feelings through this particular project. However, I was able to work in a group of multi-talented people who seemed to love their position of this project. as we came up with ideas, we were able to compose all of them together creating something one could say: different.