S: By: Linda Morris 10- 3
FC: Life As a Teenager!
1: Welcome To My Scrapbook ! The theme of my scrapbook is "The Life of A Teenager." I choose this theme because I knew that many people could relate to it. I also choose this theme because it talks about the good and bad in a teenage life in 2011. Lastly, it shows the reality of a real teenage life! ENJOY!
2: Ode | A long lyric poem about a serious subject that is written in a dignified style.
3: Ode To Being A Teenager | Ode to being a teenager The start of something new When freedom is finally here High school begins Falling in love, to the never ending drama Finding out who your real friends are and who isn't! Ode to being a teenager When parents never listen And you feel like the world is always against you When peer pressure turns into a major issue Ode to being a teenager When the newest Barbie or Hot Wheel car, No longer matters No one cares who's the line leader Or who has the most prettiest hair balls and barrettes But who has the newest phone or Ipod, The newest sneakers or heels,
4: the color of your lip gloss, The hair style you have And brand of clothing you have on Begins to matter Ode to being a teenager When skinned knees don't hurt as much as a broken heart When it's no longer about who has the coolest cartoon on their bag It's more about whose is more expensive When it seem that you and your parents never agree on anything When pay checks can be spent on anything and you have no worries. Ode to being a teenager One of the best times of your life!
6: Sonnet | A 14 line lyric poem with a rhyme scheme (ababefefcdcdgg). It includes 3 quatrains and 1 couplet.
7: Teenage Love | Fallin' in love s such an easy thing to do. Its like reciting the lyrics of that new song. Every other line we say is, I love you. Everyone said it wouldn't last for long. Our heads were harder than rocks. It took us forever to learn. You said that our hearts were in a forever lock. You always compared our love to that one beautiful fern. Now that's its over, every night is long and dark. You promised you would never do this. You said you would never break my. I burnt that bracelet you brought me to wear upon my wrist. I knew all along that my love for you was blind. But yet, I still allowed it take over my mind.
8: Tanka | A Japanese poetic form with five lines that don't rhyme and has exactly 31 syllables. Lines 1 and 3 have only 5 syllables and lines 2, 4 and 5 have 7 syllables.
9: High School | The sound of the bell Hallways are loud and crowded Notes I have to take Two years down; Two more to go
10: Julius Chingono | Julius Chingono was born on a commercial farm in 1946 and was the son of a farm worker. Chingono spent most of his life working in the mines in Zimbabwe. Later he became a poet and author, even though he only wrote one novel, "Chipo Changu, it was published in 1978 and later was an award-winning play. Chigono style is very different from others. When writing poems, he often uses spaces or line breaks to scatter his sentences, but it always flows and tells a story. When reading one of his poems, its always clear what he wants to say. He also uses a lot of lower case letters and very little punctuations. In many of his poems he only makes the first letter of each stanza capital. Chingono poems are very descriptive and he writes as if he was painting an image.
11: Why I choose him.... | I choose him because I thought that his story was interesting and I wanted to learn more about him. I also choose him because the way he wrote is poems were different from what I was used to.
12: Today I was fortunate to stumble upon a vendor sorting out grapes for sale. He separated the good from the bad on a plastic sheet spread on pavement. He gave me the ones that he thought were foul. I sorted the grapes in my mouth . I spat out those that were bad but my tongue did not find the grapes all that bad. It's just that the broken ones had less juice and the over-ripe had an odur. | Grapes
13: The Park | Just the other day I played in the park. I sat upon one of those little black swings. Under my feet the ground was rubbery and looked as if some one was picking at it. I asked for a push to start myself off. Now I'm pushing back and fourth back and fourth back and fourth. I think I'm a bird flying in the clouds. I feel like I can touch the sky
14: Cites: zimbabwe.poetryinternationalweb.org. Web. "African Books Collective: Julius Chingono." African Books Collective: Welcome. Web. 16 May 2011. "Poet Julius Chingono Dies." Zimbo Jam- Zimbabwe Music, Showbiz, Arts, Lifestyle & Culture Website. Web. 16 May 2011
15: Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment. -Buddha | Created By: Linda Morris May 16, 2011 10-3