Film Analysis

Harry Potter 1

Ordinary World: Harry is living with his aunt, uncle, and cousin. He isn't liked much by the family so he ends up doing everything for them and being more like a slave to them.

Call to Adventure: When Harry gets the letters telling him about Hogwarts.

Refusal of the Call: He doesn't know what he is getting himself into. Worried what it will be like.

Meeting with the Mentor: One of Harrys mentors is Hagrid he helps him get ready for school and is always helping Harry with his different problems he faces. Also another Mentor could be Dumbledore.

Crossing the Threshold: When he arrives to Hogwarts and when he has to go and get the sorceres stone

Tests, Allies, Enemies: The different stages set up so that no one can get the stone

Approach: When both Hermione and Ron both get stuck at different parts and Harry has to go on without them.

Reward: Finally getting the sorcers stone

Resurrection: When Harry meets with You Know Who

A gift I'd like to give

When Madyson was seven years old she was diagnosed with Juvenile Diabetes. That was eight years ago and she still is fighting this disease everyday of her life since. If there was any kind of gift that I would give someone it would be to give Madyson the gift of better health so that she didn’t have to deal with this anymore. Madyson is my sister and I have seen personally how hard it has been for her to have to experience this disease in her life.

Madyson came home after a regular check up at the doctor’s office to tell us that she would have to be spending a few days at Primary Children’s Hospital to learn how to take care of her new diagnosed disease. She was very nervous and so was the rest of our family. How would this change affect our family?

She stayed at the hospital and me and my other siblings stayed at my grandmas not knowing what was going on and really not knowing much about what diabetes was and how my sister would have to deal with it. While she was at the hospital she learned how to prick her finger and test her blood sugar levels, she learned how to give and receive a shot, and she learned how to eat so that she could control her body more.

In the eight years that my sister has gone through this we have learned a lot about diabetes and we have learned a lot about the effects it has on people and how many people have this common disease. My family has been affected a lot also but I think that it has been for better. Ever since my sister was diagnosed my family has done all that we can do to volunteer and to help out the American Diabetes Association as much as we can.

We helped at a clubhouse that happens every year for children who have just been diagnosed from ages 3-9 and it gives them a chance to come and meet other kids who share the same unique thing and it also teaches them how to take care of their body. We also help at a diabetes run which is a fundraiser to earn money to give to researchers to help find a cure.

I think that Mady would be very deserving of this gift and I hope that one day there will be a way for her to get rid of what she has to do every day of her life. It is something that she and many others would deserve.

Life Story

Once in Utah, always in Utah
Played Softball
Took dance classes
Always cruising around on my Minnie Mouse bike
Loved to sing and would perform for the neighbors
Elementary school was my favorite
Then to Jr. High, lost a lot of friends
Went to High School with new friends, better friends
Life is just starting
My adventures are about to begin

I Remember

I remember when I cracked my head open. How my parents had to leave their party to take me to the hospital. They had to hold me down on the table while the doctor put three stitches in.

I remember when my grandpa was sick. When we visited him and the last things that he said to me. The day that he died and not knowing if I would ever see him again.

I remember my sister getting diagnosed with diabetes. She was so scared and we didn't understand what was going to happen or how it would change our family.

I remember my first day of High School and how nervous I was.

I remember the first time I drove a car. I remember my first wreak running over a cinder block and getting stuck.

I remember how my best friend moved half way across the world. How sad I was that I wouldn't be able to see her or talk to her for a year or two.

Journal Entry Four Fire Alarm (Prompt #15)

A famous Art Museum where hunderd of pictures hang, all painted by different people and all are different ideas. A painting haninging in the corner that not very many people seem to notice or just gance and walk by, but caught the eye of a guy that walked by. He realized that this was a painting that was done from an event that really happened just a few months prior. This was a painting that had resembled what had happened the night that is best friend died.

It was a slow night at the fire department and they boys were just hanging around playing cards when they got the call that there was a fire. They rushed to put on there fire gear and jumped in the truck to rush to the scene. When they had gotten there they realized that the fire had already been burning for a while and they needed to hurry and get it out before it spread more. The fire soon started to spread to the next house. The house next door and the kids were being watched by a babysitter while the parents were out of town and the babysitter thought while the kids were sleeping she could sneak away for a minute. They fire soon caught on to the next house when the babysitter pulled up yelling that there were kids in the house.

The fire was spreading fast so the best friend hurried into the house to get the kids to a safe place. He was able to save the kids but as he ran back inside to make sure everyone was out a beam fell and trapped him in. This story brought back a lot of memorizes to the man at the museum and he then understood just how brave his friend really was.

Impulse 2

1: There are so many choices I don't know what to chose.

2: Can you just pick something already I'm hungry and your taking forever.

1: I'm trying to hurry but it is so hard to pick everything sounds good! What are you getting?

2: Why does it matter what I'm getting just pick something off the menu that you want.

1: You know that I'm not very good at making decisions when there are so many things to pick from.

2: I know it drives me crazy. You know what you like so just pick something.

1: Well, maybe if I'm bothering you so much i should just leave so you can eat by yourself, is that
what you want?

2: No, it's freezing outside and a long walk home. And you didn't bring a jacket, what about I jut order for you?

1: That would be great, thank you.
(waiter comes)

2: I would like a steak and for my wife she will have a hamburger.

1: Jon you know that I don't like hamburgers why would you order that for me?

2: Well that is was you get when you cant order for yourself.

Sketch

The intense peddles, the bike, burning rubber as it cruises around the town. As fast as lightning and as smooth as butter it soars to its destination. The wind blowing in your hair with sparks flying behind you! Riding it is like jumping on a new mountain bike. Its blue wicker basket helping you carry things that can't be held, and the horn on the handle bar chiming loudly. The tires spinning along the pavement and the breeze and fresh air rushing towards your face.

Dialoge

Passenger: "Crazy night!"

Driver: "What's the suppose to mean?"

Passenger: "You have to admit, It really didn't go as well as we had planned."

Driver: "Well how was I suppose to know it would turn into a steady downpour, when I checked, the forecast said mid 70's and clear skies."

Passenger: "Well I didn't even want to come in the first place, you know camping is not my thing! I hate it, ever since the moose incident, I promised myself never again and look what happened. No tent, The food went bad, I'm covered in bumps, and I'm soaking wet!"

Driver: "I'm sorry I lost the instructions for the tent, who would have thought the ice would melt so fast and ruin all the food, and I could have sworn I packed the bug spray."

Passenger: "I know, I know I guess you did try. Well know we have a good story to tell the kids."

Driver: "That's the girl I know, always looking on the bright side!"

Passenger: "Next time were staying at a hotel!"

Driver: "We'll see."

Dreary Night in March

It was a cold, rainy March day. John and Cathy Johnson were packing their things and getting ready for a weekend away from the kids. Oldest sister Ali was in charge for the night. This was not the parents first time away, she was a seasoned babysitter! The children were looking forward to a night without the parents. They had a lot of fun plans in store. Little did they now what was to come!

After their nights adventures, they ventured home to call it an evening. After carefully checking every window and door in the house, and I mean every single window and door they turned on the security system and settled in. Sound asleep, exhausted Ali was suddenly awoken by the telephone ringing. She jumped out of bed and answered the call to hear her mom on the other line in a panic!

"Whats going on, where are the kids?"

Intro

When I was younger I used to love to write. I would write story after story about different things that had happened to me or just about dreams that I had. But now I would say that reading is more for me. I love to read and can get lost in books for hours. I find it interesting to read what other people have written. A writer to me is someone who is good at putting their creativity to something that will interest people and make them want to read what they have to say. A writer has to be creative and have ideas that are worth sharing.

My experience as a writer isn't much. Like I said earlier I used to write short stories when I was little but since then all I have written would be school papers and essays. I have tried starting a journal many times but that usually fades out within the first couple weeks. I like to write becuase I am able to express things that are on my mind and am able to get thoughts written down on paper.

I don't think I know what my favorite type of writing is but I love to read things that keep me interested and things that are full of excitement and adventure. I would want to be a writer. Maybe not a writer that writes books and publishes them but I would love to be able to write what I'm thinking and be able to be better at putting my thoughts on to paper and let people know what I am feeling through my writing.