Sonnet 43 Lit12

Everyone is doing it!

My name is Chey Gannon. Of course you probably already knew that. You have probably seen me a thousand times pass you by in the hallway. I am also going to assume you know who I stand for. I am the definition of the highschool teenage girl. I like to shop, and have a few brand name clothing, but only to fit in. My grades are good, but never good enough. I have no 99.7% average but it's not cool to brag about marks anyway. Some people dislike me, and I really wish they didn't. I have a lot of friends however, and I love them all very much. A daily goal is to stay out of drama...but how much can one really avoid? I dont get involved during classroom discussion because I dont want to look like I actually enjoy the class. Helping out with school events? Out of the question! I don't want to look like a prep. At lunch I hang out in the common area, at the table considered "cool." We talk about who hooked up with who at the last party, who showed up high to class, and who plans to get drunk this coming weekend. I will not date a guy who is considered ugly by the "popular" girls, but the star of the basketball team wont date me. It's fine though, maybe I will become the captain of the volleyball team or the hostest of the best party, than everyone will like me! I am what you call mediocre. My parents are divorced although that doesn't stop the fighting between them and me. They will never understand the concept of "I need the new IPhone!" and the simple response back, "You really don't, you already have a cellphone." Or my favorite one, "Everyone is going mom," and not me! What is there to look forward to? I MEAN MISSING OUT ON ONE PARTY IN MY GRAD YEAR!!!!! Yeah right! My family, well I don't like to talk about them that much. Especially be out with them in public! The are beyond embarrassing!!! What if we bumped into someone I knew!? Where would my reputation stand?

Oh right it's only high school!

Imaginary?

It began to rain. Everyone in town retreated to their homes. I sat in a old coffee house drinking a cup of hot cocoa. The town was lifeless. I gazed out the window. There was an old man who sat hunched underneath the overhang of the town's pub across the street from me. He carried softly in his creased hand a cigarette. His eyes exposed a shade of yellow stain like a dandelion would after being rubbed on your hand. The stiff white mustache that hung just below the man's nose, stood like an old brittle broom. A dull green hat draped over the man's head. His wrinkles portrayed the look of a new born pug. The scruff that clung to his chin are prickles of a cactus flower. The gazed look he carried seemed mysterious. His eyes seemed glazed, as if he wasn't there at all. His cheeks plumped outwards like the shape of a pear. The crease below the man's lower lip was a defined black ink line. He hunched over in the shape of a "C," he looked cold.

"Can I get you anything else?" The waitress asked.

I turned my head to look at her, "No thank you, it was delicious." When i brought my eyes back to the man, he was gone.

University of ________________

Why should we choose you?
Provide a well thought out essay given in the space below.


Dear whomever this may concern,

I am ingenius, effecacious, and vigorus. I have single handedly taken the time out of my assiduous life to bring forward to you today, this application. The question isn't why do I wish to attend this excellent university you offer but, what can I do to create your university the best any university has ever seen. My answer, easy.

I have seen every James Bond movie ever made. I have taken part in the largest twister game ever played. I have surfed and snowboarded in the same day. At the age of 3 I was able to make my own Kraft Dinner. Not only that, but I created the term, "That's what she said." I watch T.V in 3D. I am the founder of facebook. Emeniem is my best friend.

I am Chey Gannon.

I have no daily routines. Genius book of world records presented me a award for the largest tiramisu ever made. My goldfish is 47.7 cm long, my hair was in a Head and Shoulders commercial, my bank savings have transcended Canada Trust Bank. I have purchased Staples Business Depots around the globe. My persuading personality only contributed to the Queen of England to willingly allow Winnipeggers to be welcomed into there homes, naked and with the blinds up. I have bathed in India during the winter. I have publicly announced, "Oh boy!" in Georgia. I have drank with a fish in Oklahoma. I have plowed cotton fields with an elephant. I hate shepherds pie. I once found five dollars.

I am Chey Gannon.

I am driven, dominant, and convivial. To answer the question posted above, the answer has never been easier.

Your university needs me.


Sincerely,
Chey Gannon

YOU DONT WANT TO HEAR THIS ANYWHERE ELSE!

Terrific entertainment! Gary Sinise did a fantastic job recreating the American classical novel "Of Mice and Men," written by John Steinbeck. George and Lennie, two travelling companions, travelling the country side in search of work during the Great Depression. Never in my life have I seen such close comparison between a novel and a movie. I was especially pleased to see how closely Sinise related himself as an actor to the character George Milton. A small man, easily tempered, but carries with him a good heart. Sinise does a absolute outstanding job portraying his protective personality towards his relationship with Lennie Small. Another exceedingly well example of Sinise efforts is shown during Lennie's death. Although this scene wasn't exactly like the novel I believe, Lennie's death was handled with great maturely. A simple well thought out understanding of what one must do in the face of reality. A friendship that can forever be remembered. Sinise welcomed this film whole heartedly and pleased my expectations! This film can be enjoyed by all. This film is a must see!

Written by: Chey

" Your completely oblivious!"

"Weather is supposed to get better by Saturday, perfect for the wedding," recited Gord.

"Hello, are you even listening to me?" huffed Sara, "sometimes I have absolutely no idea what goes through that head of yours!"

"Hmmm?"


Sara fixed the wrinkles in her dress and began to adjust her seat. Maintaining a bland expression on her face, Sara spoke, "Gord, we have been sitting on this train for three hours now, and we haven't even said 5 words to each other."

"I just have nothing to say."

"Nothing to say!" anger grew inside Sara with each reply her husband gave her. She took a long breath in a presented a question she would of hoped she would never have to ask, "What's wrong with us Gord?"

Gord put down the morning paper and faced Sara. The patch of skin under his eyes had begun to sink in over the last few months, and he had become very tiredly looking. Gord slowly took off his glasses. "There's someone else."

Sara was no where near ready for such a reply. Her eyes teared up, and for the first time in her life she had nothing to say.

"Her name is Julie," George spoke without warning.

With in that moment Sara got up from her seat and spoke the last 4 words she would ever say to her husband, " I want a divorce."

HOLD YOUR HORSES, GEORGE!!!

"Well, whatta looker, you's some hott tamale." George murmured Curley's wifes way. George was on chore duty, putting all the horses back into the barn. Within one look of Curley's wife, George played out his night and began to presume what it could entail. Curley's wife began to speak, but quickly George cut her off, "you's lookin' as delicate as a flower, miss."

Curley's wife spoke with a grin on her face, "imma just a babe in the woods, George."

"A babe id put all my eggs in one basket for," George spoke with confidence. "I tell ya, if looks could kill."

Curley's wife made her way towards George as if everything was coming up roses. Her arms swayed at her side like she was as free as a bird. "This is one ol' funny farm, hiring someone from seventh heaven."

"Girl, im as handy as a pocket on a shirt." His hands reached for hers, "Were in deep water here, but my love for you is like a fat kid loves chocolate."

"You're making me as nervous as a cat on a tin roof!!"


"Baby, baby, baby dont jump to conclusions on me now."

"I guess your right if you cant beat em', join em'."