TONE- After Baseball Bologna

The game had just finished, we won by a lot! Absolutely killed them! The nest games were for the state play offs. As the team walked over to the Left Field Lounge, a common hang out spot for the students, we all started clapping for the MV baseball players. My friends and I ate our grilled hot dogs and waited to congratulate our classmates, friends, and all stars. I was talking to the catcher, telling him what a great game he had. joking around with him about his plans after the game. It was a big win, we couldn't stop smiling. "Hey Erin!" I heard the pitcher call,"Why don't you take your friends and get the hell out of here. No one wants you here!"
He was panting with unnecessary rage. His bulldog face was red with uncalled for meanness. It was dead silent. He turned to his teammates. They liked us. We were all friends. The pitcher was on his own island of hate. "Chill man," the left fieldman said. the pitcher's face went from furry to embarrassment. everyone knew why he was upset. My best friend didn't want to date him. Plain and simple. I did not deserve that. The pitcher left, and my friends and I sat there with jaws wide oopen as his teammates laughed at him.

Curiosity- Poetry Response 14

Alastair Reid is known for constantly comparing and contrasting 2 groups of people, ideas, or things. In his poem, Curiosity, the theme he captures is exploited quite obviously. The poem is not very "deep" so to speak, but it is very interesting. It leaves the reader with something to debate. In summary, the poem talks about how curiosity supposedly killed the cat. Then Reid goes on to explain that the only way for the cat to truly live is for him to be curious and take risks. "Nevertheless, to be curious is dangerous enough." If the opening line of the second stanza. If kind of opens the whole poem up. Then concludes with "... dying is what, to live, each has to do."

This whole idea captured me. I loved it. I have 2 cats, so I suppose there are 18 lives that Boone and Merlin can churn through. Like the time Boone climbed the Christmas tree, but fell out from the top, because she is a little on the overweight side. That's one life gone. I guess it is comparable to, I don't know, the time when I didn't make my free throws in overtime and we lost to a team that was ranked 4th. (I think it's pretty awesome that the only time I "died" that I can think of is taking a loss. I have a good life!) Once I get older, I think this poem will become even more meaningful. Just to be able to have the attitude that even if something really terrible happens, I have lives to give, because I was curious. Then I'll know if I'm really living. I'm curious to know what school will be like in Washington, which is why I am going there!!! Curiosity allows us to live. Man... cats really have this living thing figured out!