"Modest Proposal" Questions

1. Swift creates the persona of the author as someone who seems to be willing to get rid of everyone if they are becoming a burden to society.

2. The real thesis: "...I have not the least personal interest in endeavoring to promote this necessary work, having no other motive than the publick good of my country, by advancing our trade...".

3. In the last few paragraphs of the essay, there are obvious differences between the proposer and Swift, because Swift states his real proposal.

4. In Swift's essay, he is attacking the people that want to find solutions quickly, no matter how stupid or risky they are. Swift's attitude for the beggars is that he doesn't want the children to burden their parents or the country. In the essay Swift associates himself as wealthy.

5.No, the essay isn't completely a satire. Swift presents a real proposal in the last few paragraphs of the essay.

6. The essay is organized in the problem and solution for babies, and then 1-12 year old children and finally the elderly, maimed or ill.

7. When Swift states his real proposal it strengthens his moment, in my opinion.

8. In some parts of Swift's proposal, he was lighthearted, making it horation, but when he talked about selling babies to eat them as a way to solve the problem of babies in poor families, that idea was juvenalian.

9. The word modest in the title is an understatement because the proposal is the opposite, which also makes it ironic.

10. Hyperbole: Swift claims that selling and eating babies would be the best solution to everything.
Understatement: The title uses the word modest, thought that is the opposite of the actual proposal.

11. People are trying to fix problems with the cheapest and easiest solutions, like Swift's proposal.


Example of Logos:
Example of Pathos

Shrek and Satire

In the clip, instead of Shrek protecting her, Fiona fights while he watches her. In a typical fairytale the man that saves the princess fights for her and protects her because the princess doesn't know how to protect herself.

Exaggeration-
Incongruity- Fiona takes time during the fight to fix her hair.
Reversal- Fiona takes the normal role of "the knight in shining armor"
Parody- In the fight scene, Fiona goes in slo-mo like The Matrix.

Why I want a wife questions

1. Does this essay have an explicitly stated thesis? If so, what is it? If you believe the thesis is implied, paraphrase it in your own words.
Yes, this essay has a thesis. The thesis is in the form of a question; "Why do I want a wife?".

2. Throughout the essay, Brady repeats the words “I want a wife.” What is the effect of this repetition? 
When Brady repeats "I want a wife", she is reminding her readers the purpose of her essay.



3. Brady never uses the personal pronouns he or she to refer to the wife she defines. Why not?
Brady wants her wife to be an ideal wife, a picture in her readers' heads. She also doesn't use he or she because she hasn't given her "wife" a gender, just because it is her "wife" doesn't necessarily  mean that it is a woman or a man.

4. Do you think Brady really wants the kind of wife she describes—does this ideal spouse

actually exist? Explain why you think Brady wrote this essay.

I think that Brady is being sarcastic throughout this essay, I feel that she is describing what society wants men to expect in their wives and she is showing how ridiculous it is to expect characteristics like this in a spouse.

5. How does Brady define what it means to be a “wife”? How does she organize the many services a wife provides her husband and family? What do you think of Brady’s characterization of a wife and her responsibilities? How do you think she wants her readers to respond to this characterization? Why?
Brady defines what it means to be a "wife" as someone who does everything for their spouse in order to make them happy. Her characterization of a wife and her responsibilities are those of the ideal spouse. I feel that Brady wants her readers to realize how ridiculous it sounds because that is the way society portrayed wives then.  

6. Write a letter to Brady responding to “I Want a Wife.” Let her know what you admire or don’t admire about the essay and the extent to which you consider it effective and/or persuasive.
Dear Judy Brady,
I enjoy your essay, "I Want a Wife". In the essay you explain reasons that you want a wife and I admire the sarcasm or satire that you use to describe what you'd want in a wife. Overall, I like the essay and I feel that there isn't really anything negative that i could say about it.
Sincerely, Alexus Dyer

7. Write your own piece entitled “I Want a/an X.” You can use Brady’s essay as a model, and in the process, imitate some of her stylistic techniques. Or, alternatively, write an essay about the role of a “wife” in the early twenty-first century, explaining how a wife’s responsibilities complement and are complemented by those of a spouse.

Why I want a math class.

I want a math class so that when I become an adult and I need to find the sine, cosine or tangent of something, I'll look back and be glad that I took that math class. I want a math class so that when people ask me what class I hate the most, I will happily answer with "Math." I want a math class so that I can get confused and stressed out over problems that are more simple than the teacher lets you know. I want a math class so that I can stay up all night trying to answer one problem on my homework from my math class. I want a math class so that when my child is in high school, I can be useless and not be able to help him/her at all with his/her math homework. I want a math class so that the grade from it can drop my GPA dramatically. I want a math class so that I can sit in my room, on the night before a big math test, trying to figure out a way to study  the material. I want a math class because everything I learn in there will be used in real life, including trigonometry and geometry. I want a math class so that I can sit around confused, and lost. That is why I want a math class.

What's done in the dark comes to light. (lightswitch)

The lightswitch flipped on, causing light to flood the room, exposing a bloody carpet and walls streaked with blood. Blood dripped out of the closet, covered the bed, and splattered the dresser. Though the detective was used to scenes like this, he'd never seen something this extreme, especially in the quiet neighborhood on 56th street. "My God, what happened in here?"
"Neighbors say they heard screamin' and then soon after they called the us, a car sped outta here like a bat outta hell," the short cop answered.
"License plate number?"
"Nah, apparently the screamin' was so terrifying that they all hid after they called us"
"Anything about the family who lived here?"
"Uh, just two adults. They kept to themselves a lot, not a lot of people knew too much about 'em."
"I'll come back with my crew," the detective said, flipping off the lights and closing the door to the small bedroom. As the detective turned away from the door he glanced at the red stain on the officer's hand. Was he imagining it? He cleared his throat to say something when the officer's walky talky interupted; "Hey, Bill there was a murder on 56th street, neighbors just called it in. Are you done with your break? We can go check it out."
The officer glanced at the detective and responded, "Uh, yeah. Actually, I'm just done the street, meet you there in 15 minutes?"
"Yeah, roger that." the staticky backround went silent. All at once everything started to make sense to the detective, everything was exposed, like a lightswitch flipped on in a room.
"How did you know about the murder before anyone reported it?" the detective asked, though he knew the answer.
"Those people were stirrin' up trouble in this town, no one would suspect a cop would try to get rid of him," Bill answered, slowly creeping toward the detective.
"Why did you bring me here?"
"I knew that if you searched the scene well enough you might be able to trace it back to me." The cop had a gun now and was aiming it at the detective. The detective charged at Bill and they fell to the floor as they fought for a handle on the gun. One gunshot sounded in the air. Bill was gone, he stopped the struggle as he ended up like the family of two had in their own bedroom.
"What's done in the dark comes to light, officer," the detective said, walking down the stairs and out of the door.

Scary Story (not finished)

"Okay, mom, I'll be home soon," I assured my mother as she warned me not to drive by the cemetary on my way home . I tossed my phone into the passengers seat and headed toward the cemetary, passing by there meant getting home quicker. As I drove down the slope beside the cemetary, my car shuddered to a stop. "Not again!" I screamed, frustrated with my car. I shoved my car door open and walked to the hood of my car. "Oh, I see what's wro-" I began as rain poured from the sky. Just my luck, I thought, slamming the hood of the car down and jumping into the car. I looked outside of the fogged windows to see a small building in the center of the cemetary, maybe a worker at the cemetary could help me with my car, but I had to make it there in the downpour.
"1,2,3!" I counted, and then I sprang from the car door. I ran to what I could see of the small building in the dark. I slipped and slid among the tombstones in the mud, trying to make it to my destination. I could clearly see the building now, as I reached the building I slipped into a ditch. After I sat up and looked around, I realized that I hadn't slipped into a ditch, but a grave being built.
This can't be happening, I thought as I jumped, trying to look for a way out. "Help!" I yelled, hoping someone would hear me.
After what felt like forever, the light of a flashlight beamed into the deep hole. "Thank you," I said "I slipped in here and I need help." I looked up to see a man with a shovel and a creepy smile.

The lost flip-flop earring

When I was in elementary school, I collected earrings. I had every type of earrings, gingerbread, snowmen, candycane, flowers, hearts, dolphins, and my favorite, purple flip-flop earrings. They dangled and they were light purple flip-flops with a dark purple flower. I wore those earrings every single day. I was known for having the biggest collection of earrings then but almost everyday I'd wear my purple flip-flop earrings.

One afternoon, before leaving my fourth grade class for the day, I realized that I was missing one of my purple flip-flop earrings. I grabbed my ear lobe and tugged, hoping that it would magically reappear. I searched the classroom frantically for the earring that would finish my favorite pair. I know it seems weird to be emotionally attached to an earring but I cried a little when I finally left the classroom. The next morning when I walked into the classroom I saw my purple flip-flop earring sticking out of the rug at the entrance of the classroom. I couldn't believe it; it was still there after the janitor probably cleaned the rug. I was so excited that I'd found it again.

Rock

The rocking chair rocked slowly, creaking on the wooden floor. The old man dressed as Santa Claus smiled and welcomed the kids entering the room with a wave, some frightened, some overjoyed. It was a cold, snowy day in December and my grandma brought my sister and I to my cousin's school, a deaf school, to watch a play that he was in and then to enjoy a "meet and greet" with Santa. Because we were at a deaf school, Santa was of course deaf and so were the majority of the people around us, including my cousin, Elijah, and my grandma.
Santa chuckled loudly as he rocked back in forth in his chair, waving us over with a jolly grin pasted to his face. As a 9 year old, I didn't know much sign language, so my younger cousin, Cordell, who is hearing impaired (he is not completely deaf so he can hear more than deaf people but less than others), had to translate. "Hello, have you been a good little girl?" Santa motioned with complex signs. I nodded, that was one sign I knew well. "That's great! What would you like for Christmas this year?" I answered with the only sign that I knew would be helpful for this occasion, a new book. I know most 9 year olds wouldn't ask Santa for a book but I really wanted a new one and that was one of the few signs that I knew. Santa handed me a candy cane and sent me on my way with a grin and a pat on the back.
Rocking back and forth in his rickety, wooden chair, continuously, Santa met with my cousins and my sister. Afterwards we marched, with our candy canes, downstairs into the lobby and ate donuts and drank steaming hot chocolate. Later, with the memories of Jolly Old Saint Nick in our heads, we left with smiles on our faces and candy canes in our hands.

Fireplace

I sprinted inside after a long day of sledding and snowball fights with friends. My sister and I huddled by the fireplace as our winter coats dripped with melting snow. We grabbed our mugs of hot chocolate as we dropped mini marshmallows in to cloud the top of the steaming liquid. We sat by the fireplace sharing memories of the day and laughing about things like who was hit with a snowball and who slipped on the ice. We talked and talked until the fireplace slowly died as our energy and hot chocolate diminished also. The comfort of the fireplace warmed us as we neared the end of our conversation, whispering until there was nothing left to talk about. We gathered our blankets and fell asleep next to the warm fire.

10 abilities that I possess

Ten abilities that I am confident that I possess are tolerance, determination, the ability to listen to others with an open mind, patience, kindness, hard-working, trustworthy, honesty, open and the ability to help others.
I feel that I am tolerant and open-minded even when I have a bias or certain way of believing things and I listen to what the person has to say despite what I believe. When I am older this will help shape my life by allowing me to accept everyone and everything despite what they think or believe.
I am constantly determined and hard-working with everything I do. Whether I'm on the football field marching, in class working or on the track, I am determined to do my best and nothing less. I also work harder to achieve my goals. Later in my life these abilities will help me reach my goals and go further in my career.
I believe that I am patient with most people whether I want to be or not. This ability will help me later in life when I become an early-childhood teacher and with people I meet everyday.
I also have the ability to be trustworthy, I can be trusted in every situation. Later in life this will allow me to be trusted by people and I'll be known as a good person.
I possess the ability to be honest. By using my honesty later in life I will gain many friends and a lot of trust from everyone.
Though I have already listed my ability to be open-minded, I also have the ability to be open. Not only will I be open-minded to people's ideas and beliefs but open to other things in life. Later in life, being open will help me try new things and meet new people, causing me to be a more explorative person.
Finally, the last ability that I am strongly confident that I possess is the ability to help people. By being able to help people I can help othersbecome th4 best that they can be.

Helen Keller Response

After reading Helen Keller's narrative, my view of her has changed a lot. I never took the time to learn much about her. I know a few people that are deaf and blind also and they have trouble communicating with people so I couldn't imagine them attempting to write a personal narrative. I understand how challenging it must have been for her, learning language at such a late stage in her life, with the limitations that she had. The challenges she overcame make me respect her more and have a new understanding for her life.