I made this cover with the photo of Atticus because he is one of the main characters in this novel. He was probably the most respected person in Maycomb. He also had a great personality. I also put Atticus with a gun in his hands because he was a very good shooter when he was young and was known very well for that.

The Maycomb Daily Newspaper

Tom Robinson accused for rape: Tom Robinson, a local black resident from Maycomb has just ended trial with the conclusion that he is guilty for raping Mayella Ewell the year before. Atticus Finch, the lawyer defending Tom Robinson said: “It was useless to fight against the jury, to be honest, a black person will never beat a white person. It unfair but there is nothing else I can do.” The whole town of Maycomb (even blacks) and even people from other states went to see this memorable day. Bob Ewell, the father of Mayella, after the trial said: “If I were the jury, I would just hang Tom Robinson without even thinking it twice. He should be ashamed of raping my innocent daughter.” Now, soon, Tom Robinson has been put into jail until further notice.


Tom Robinson Dies in attempt to escape: “He probably did not have anything to live for, I mean he still was going to die.” One of the guards that witnessed the scene quoted. Tom Robinson’s life ended when he tried to escape prison by climbing up a fence. The guards shot him seventeen times. The witnesses say that he was a tad short from escaping the fence but he didn’t make it because he had only his right hand working because his left hand was useless. Many people are also questioning why would he do such a thing if he knew that it was a suicide mission. “He was obviously just trying to end his life, I guess, he was going to die.” Said another guard that was witness to the scene. This topic has been easily spreading out with many different sides to it.


Editorial: Tom Robinson’s death was not supposed to happen if it wasn’t for the unfair trial that concluded that Tom Robinson was guilty for raping Mayella Ewell.

During the trial, when Mayella was talking, you could clearly see that she was hesitating way too much and changing what she was saying frequently. This showed that she was most certainly lying that Tom tried to rape her.

I think when Tom Robinson was saying his side of the story; he was saying it with honesty because he did not even hesitate a bit and answered everything quickly. He knew what he was saying unlike Mayella.



Mrs. Dubose recently died at her early 60’s. Mrs. Dubose was taking a lot of medications and had become a huge morphine addict. Everybody knew her for her spiteful comments but really, this were because of her attempt to stop her addiction to morphine.







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LOTF book Vs. LOTF movie

There are three main differences between Harry Hook’s 1990 movie Lord of the Flies, and the book written by William Golding. The three main reasons where that the pilot never really dies, the dead parachutist that appeared in the book never showed up in the movie and the unnamed littlelun that died in the book never died in the movie.

In William Golding’s novel, the pilot dies in the process of crashing into the island. In Harry Hook’s movie, the pilot survives the crash, is deeply injured and goes into a cave. This is significant because William Golding did not put the pilot on the island because if there would have been an adult, there would be more order. But what Harry Hook is trying to say is that an adult would make do no difference in the kids saveragy.

In the book, there was a dead parachutist that scared off Sam and Eric thinking it was the beast. This scene gave the beast a greater significance in the story by making the kids really believe in the beast now. In the movie there was no dead parachutist therefore the beast was not that of a big part on the movie.

William Golding wrote that an unnamed littlelun died. In the movie, that littlelun did not die. Golding is trying to show the irresponsibility of the kids. That everyone is running wild doing whatever they want without paying attention in what is happening. But with the movie it was different, Harry Hook wanted to show that the kids are more mature and more civilized.
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WAR

WAR
Selected By Paulo Alfaro

Description
War has no rules. Most of the times it starts thanks to disagreements and end up with massive amounts of death. War is everywhere around the world. It is very hard to control once it has started. Peace is what people are looking for, and war is what people are trying to avoid.

Synopsis
The poems in this notebook will be about War


Memorial Day for the War Dead By Yehuda Amichai

The War Works Hard By Dunya Mikhail

The Fall of Rome By W. H. Auden

Eighth Air Force By Randall Jarell

For the Union Dead By Robert Lowell

A Poison Tree By William Blake

Fugue of Death By Paul Celan

The War After the War By Debora Greger

Snowfall White- Benjamin Moore OC-118

The earth shakes
in Cristmas eve

The Johnsons
ran,
but it was
already
too late

The snow
had arrived
the time
had ran out

The mom
the dad
and the daughted had
died. Exept-

the boy
the young
and innocent
boy
who's family
had died
thanks to the avalanche

Was trapped
in the kitchen
finding him
would be like
finding a
neddle in a
haystack.

confused
and
scared,
the boy could
do nothing

Days past
and the food
was running out

Without precausion,
he kept on
eating
and drinking

Until
finally
the food
ran out

Now,
the
super
scared
small
boy,
was
dead.

Beast From Water (found poem)

Ralph,
unaccountably angry,
could do
nothing

Assembly after assembly
had broken
in laughter

They decide things
but,
they don't get done

Ralph,
unaccountably angry,
could do
nothing

Ralph shouted
and the last laugh
died away,
argument started again

The assembly
had broken

Ralph's anger was
like the deepness
of the ocean

The littleluns
were scared

But Jack
and the hunters
were crazy and fearless

The assembly
had broken

At the end,
three boys
stood in the darkness
powerless.

Where I am From

I am from Panama, from the loud city and the Cinta Costera

I am from the tall buildings of the city

From the high platano tree behind my house, and the beautiful smell of the roses in my kitchen

I am from the family dinners on Saturday with my mom, to week night dinners with my sister and dad, my nanny's arrepas and my dads french toasts

I am from the sports fanatics and the artists

From the "calm down" and the "stop running around"

I am from no religion.

I am from the days my dad broke his arms in a car crash, the day my uncle accidently burned his room, and the first day on my moms new school

I am from those moments all around the world, the good ones and the bad ones.

My life is like a palm tree divided in two
Planted in one seed, but then divided

Catastrophe in Japan

On March 11, 2:46 pm, in a country called Japan, a crucial and devastating earthquake their nation and then was followed by a huge tsunami that destroyed copious amounts of lives and houses. Both of these catastrophes left a pang of sadness around the world and in Japan.

The final magnitude of the earthquake was 8.9 (researched by adept scientists). Hours after the disaster, the government deployed groups of people to help the missing and injured. Not even that helped facilitate the situation. Japan will never be cured from this fitful day. There are copious amounts of damage done and the tsunami never decelerated from destroying everything in its path.

Now the world is fastidiously watching what happens next to this torn up country. Thankfully a lot of countries are sending capacious planes and boats filled with food, water, and supplies over to Japan.

Pray For Japan

Paulo Alfaro
Mrs. Meadows
Period F
March 2, 2011
Lance Armstrong
It’s Not About the Bike





This memoir is all about Lance Armstrong’s life. Lance Armstrong wrote this memoir in a way that shows every detail of his life, the hard time, the sad times, the good times.

This memoir is organized in a way that it starts you off from his early childhood and talking about his relationship with his mom and how strong it was. He goes on explaining about how his career as a cyclist started and all the triathlons he won.
Then tells us about how cancer almost ruined his career. Later on he tells us about how he won the Tour de France. He also talks about how he met his wife.

Lance Armstrong came to know about himself is that not every time things will go his way, that sometime things will try to hold you back, but you will have to keep on fighting.

I thought this memoir was very inspiring and I am sure it has made many teenagers to try sports and give it all they have. I loved how he explained little by little how he went growing up with his bikes and how he ended up being so famous by never quitting and giving it all he had. I also liked that he never stop talking about how grateful he was with what he had.

What Lance realized about himself at the end of this book was that everything he got through out his life, all the hard times of his career, and all good times he had, brought him to where he is now, a champion.

Lines I loved
1.) I made an acronym out of the word: Courage, Attitude, Never give up, Curability, and Remembrance of my fellow patients.
2.) I don’t do anything slow, not even breathe.

What I believe

I believe that everyone has a talent,
and with it comes a great opportunity

I believe in football,
its a real mans sport

I believe that friends bring happiness,
and so does family

I believe that technology is taking over the world,
and nature is being left behind

I believe in junk food,
although I know nutrition comes first

I believe that your past will determine your future,
even if you try to hide it

I believe a sibling can hurt you,
yet you still love her

I believe Yo-Momma jokes are disrespectful,
but funny

I believe in Christmas,
and that everyone deserves a gift

I believe in speed stick,
because, hey, I'm cool!

The Assasination of Micheal Armstrong

After a few years past, the boring man from Los Angeles decided to go back to his home in Chile and assimilate to his Latin people again. Micheal Armstrong new it would be a hard challenge because he had not seen his friends in over 40 years, but he was up for it.

Although his wife made dissension, saying that he should not go, because it would be a waste of time, Micheal didn't care, he missed his people. Once he got to Chile, the people immediately started lionizing him. He was loved by everyone except the President, he said Micheal was taking all the attention.

September 1, 1997, the President made a simple plan: to kill Micheal. The worst part was that he knew the consequences of this act. September 2, 1997, Micheal was assassinated in a bridge near the capital of Chile. No one knew who killed him, so they meticulously searched for every detail in the bridge until they found a fingerprint of the president. The people got so mad that they killed the president.

It had to be Holden!

Paulo Alfaro

December 6, 2010

Mrs. Meadows

Periods C/D

Holden, he is one talkative, annoying kid. I was eating in this fancy restaurant called Sushi Itto, right by Central park. I had ordered tofu, sushi, and a lot more. I was eating by myself, calmly listening to the wind blow throw the tress of the park. It was just great. Suddenly I saw a familiar person throwing rocks at a lagoon full of ducks. He had this red hunting hat if I’m not mistaken. He also had this scary grimace while throwing rocks at the ducks.

Minutes later I got this avid desire that haunted me to see who was this familiar person, so I had no alternative but go and find out. I stood up and started walking towards him. Finally I got to him, and immediately I saw who it was, Holden Caulfield, the kid I met in elementary.

“Holden?” I asked, “Is that you? Caulfield?” He turned around and looked at me with this profound, what seemed like an interminable strange attitude.

“Who the hell are you?” He asked with this irascible voice, as if he was busy with what he was doing.

“Paulo, Paulo Alfaro!”

“Oh, yeah you, want to go for a drink?”

“Ok, I guess.” I walked to Sushi Itto with him. He ordered one drink, then 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and a lot more. I was getting scared. I thought he had changed. I was starting to abhor Holden.

I got tired and told him to stop drinking, but it was a bad idea, because he went on this stupid tirade and rebuked me, on something I didn’t pay attention to. He had rankled me, I had enough. I just stormed out of Sushi Itto, it seemed as if I had embarked on a endless journey; I didn’t turn back.

I hate that bastard. He just ruined my day! I totally regret saying hello to Holden, because it ended up putting me into a lackadaisical mood. Although I acted pretty serene, I wasn’t. In an electrifying moment I felt as if I wanted to extricate his mouth from his face in the brusquest way, so he would stop talking so much garbage. This was one awful night with Holden.

It had to be Holden!

Paulo Alfaro

December 6, 2010

Mrs. Meadows

Periods C/D

Holden, he is one talkative, annoying kid. I was eating in this fancy restaurant called Sushi Itto right by Central park. I had ordered tofu, sushi, and a lot more. I was eating by myself, calmly listening to the wind blow throw the tress of the park. It was just great. Suddenly I saw a familiar person throwing rocks at a lagoon full of ducks. He had this red hunting hat if I’m not mistaking. He also had this scary grimace while throwing rocks at the ducks.

Minutes later I got this avid desire that haunted me to see who was this familiar person, so I had no alternative but go and find out. I stood up and started walking to him. Finally I got to him, and immediately I saw him, Holden Caulfield, the kid I met in elementary.

“Holden?” I asked, “Is that you? Caulfield?” He turned around and looked at me with this profound, interminable face.

“Who the hell are you?” Hr asked with this irascible voice, as if he was busy in what he was doing.

“Paulo, Paulo Alfaro!”

“Oh, yeah you, want to go for a drink?”

“Ok, I guess.” I walked to Sushi Itto with him. He ordered one drink, the 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and a lot more. I was getting scared. I thought he had changed. I was starting to abhor Holden.

I got tired and told him to stop drinking, but it was a bad idea, because he went on this stupid tirade and rebuked me, on something I didn’t pay attention to. He had rankled me, I had enough. So I just embarked out of Sushi Itto and didn’t turn back.

I hate that bastard. That just ruined my day! I totally regret saying hello to Holden, because it ended up putting me into a lackadaisical mood. Although I acted pretty serene, I wasn’t. I wanted to extricate his mouth from his face in a brusque way, so he could stop talking so much crap. This was one electrifying night with Holden

Book Review: Bud, not Buddy

Paulo Alfaro

Bud, not Buddy

By: Christopher Paul Curtis

This book, written in the first person point of view, is very funny and exciting, but at the same time very sad. Bud is a 10-year-old boy living in an orphanage in the 1930’s and he has nowhere to go. He just has one personal belonging: His suitcase his mother gave him full of interesting stuff right after she died, when he was a little boy. Inside the suitcase there are very important things for Bud. Things like his blanket, a photo of his mom, a flyer that he is not sure what it is, a pocket knife, and colorful rocks. Bud does not trust anybody and therefore he doesn’t give the suitcase to anyone. One day he took a look at the flyer in his suitcase and it had a name, and an address. From that day on he goes in search of him, thinking it’s his dad. The place he is looking for: Grand Rapids. (The city next to his town.) It will be a dangerous trip. Being a black kid and walking in the streets alone in the 1930’s isn’t very safe due to racism. He travels at night when no one can see him. He meets this very nice guy who is heading to Grand Rapids and is able to take him. He is taken to the exact same place the flyer says. And then he finally meets the mystery man: Herman E. Calloway. Is he his dad? Or is he a random person? Find out!

As I mention in the beginning, this book is funny. The main reason is because of Bud’s character. He had this very funny book he wrote that is all about lying in order to survive certain situations, and other rules he made up according to some strange beliefs he had. He hates to be called Buddy because he knows his name is Bud and his mom specifically warned him to not let anyone call him Buddy because it is a dog’s name. That’s why the book is called Bud, not Buddy; he succeeds because he will always fight for dignity. But it is also a sad story because he is an orphan, his mother died when he was very young, his dad left him when he was just a baby, he is very poor, he barely eats, and many other reasons.

I liked this book because it never got boring and it remained glued to my hands. Bud, not Buddy is one of those stories where the unexpected happens. When you are extremely sure something is going to occur, another thing happens. The protagonist and narrator, Bud, makes an incredible journey to another city alone and reaches his goal. This showed me that when you are searching for something important, not to let go, and never stop.

The Letter

Paulo A.

lucky 47 lane

September 2, 1947

Dear Pupus,

You are my brother man, and I loved you so much, you were the soul of our family's generation. But not any more you self centered crap bag. You encompassed my heart with fear and hate. I know what you did, we all know what you did (the family). I am going to get you hard. I will extricate this situation and be happy again. Just give me that money and everything will be just fine.

You won't escape this time. An anonymous person will soon come to your house. You will have no chance of escaping, because by the time you get this, you will be in jail.

Sincerely,

Mojo Pojo

I Remember

I remember the day my dad told me that we were moving for a couple of weeks, that he was going to remodel our house so it looked nicer. Yes, that was in the start of 2009. I believed it. Two month past and we were still in the temporary home. Dad told me that something went wrong and that it would take a little longer. But again, two month past and nothing.

I remember dad telling me again that soon the house will be finished. And those where the same thing that he told us until today. August of 2010! 1 and 3/4 years!

I realized that when people say something, it actually doesn't mean it is going to happen.

I See The Shinning Stars

Every Sunday

with my dad.

We go sundays only

at nine.

We sit and talk

laying on the garden

just staring at the

deep blue sky

No comets ever

fly by,

just stars,

glowing and glowing

and glowing

Sometimes we don't talk

we just hear the sound

of the wind blow through our body

It calms me down

when I'm worried

mad or

afraid

it's my mini sanctuary

The police point of veiw

The lights of the police station dim down. Only me and my partner remain there, eager to go. Suddenly somebody knocks brusquely on the door. What could it be? I wondered. I stand up and see this woman clad with some pajamas and a pair of flip flops. She had this gruesome grimace while she kept on knocking the door non-stop. I finally got to the door and let her in.

I surmised something had gone terribly wrong, but after hearing what she said about her neighbor, I knew she was one of those people that hate their neighbors. Or so I thought. She derived some more pieces of electrifying information, and that is when we drove to the suspects house thinking it would be a cursory case to solve.

When we finally got to the suspects house. Me and my partner started knocking loudly to wake up the man in case he was asleep. Which he was not because he attended immediately, as if he was waiting for us. The man simulated his smile and started saying.

"May I help you Officers?"

"Yes, we came to search the house. Someone reported hearing some awkward noises."

"Well that is weird! Come in then. Search all you want!" He slowly stepped aside to let us in. He showed us every room and corner in the house. We gingerly searched but found nothing out of place.

Finally after the search we were about to leave and the man offered us some drinks. We were dehydrated because in the station water wasn't available, so we accepted some glasses of water. As we drank with delight, the man was staring at us. He looked nervous. He looked guilty and started breathing deeply and loudly. And that is when he shouted something unexpected.

He screamed that he was guilty and that he killed the man. We immediately got in our car with him on the back seat and went to prison to lock him up for life. At last he actually collaborated with our job because they promoted us for finding the suspect.

Waking Up

I dream like no other. I just love to sleep and dream. But there is a bad ending to every good story. In this case, waking up. Those same three knock on my door my nanny always makes. I just hate it. I keep the anger to myself.

At first I just ignore it thinking it is a senseless part of my dream, but then those stupid annoying three knock again. Only difference, it is louder. Much louder. That is when I wake up and say:

"I'm up!!" With one eye opened and one eyed closed. That's my wake up routine for every day, well, the majority of them. Sometimes their is the bucket of doom day. It's when I don't wake up and my nanny bring this purple bucket and spills it in my face. And there are the days when she just puts the radio right next to my ear, full volume. Welcome to my wake up life. 

As you can see, I hate waking up. And I will probably will never like waking up. That is just me.

Computer..and the suitcase

 

Last year my English teacher (Mrs. Meadows) always used to tell me the same thing each day: "Paulo, you need a protective cover for that computer. "

I took her advice but forgot immediately. Now guess what?  I  didn't have a protective cover until now,  just after the tragic injury of my computer.  Yes, I was horrified.  And each time I remember about the accident when my computer fell and I had to take it to Mac store and knowing that technicians are still trying to fix it after 2 and a half weeks, I remember Mrs Meadows telling me to buy a protective cover.

I realized that being lazy to get something that is really necessary will take you nowhere. Next time Mrs. Meadows gives me an advice, I will consider it very seriously.