Best of/worst of......

My favorite poem was “My papa’s waltz” because It kind hit home a little bit. I really connected to it. My least favorite poem was “ The Red Wheelbarrow” because I just couldn’t get into such a small poem.

My favorite short story was “ The lottery” because it really caught my attention and I really got into the story. My least favorite short story was “Girl” because I just couldn’t get into it. It’s kind of a weird story to me.

I totally believe that next semesters English 150 class should read Death of a Salesman. It’s a great play/film. It helped a lot to see the film while we were reading the play. It gets you excited to see the film after you completed the act.

I like the group work in class and didn’t really like analyzing poems. I’m not a big fan of poetry.

I had giving presentations so I’m glad we didn’t have to do any of those. So I didn’t miss it at all.

I loved writing the blogs and my favorite one was the blog when we wrote a post like the short story “Girl”.  I would say my least favorite blog would be one of the poems we had to write.  Poetry isn’t my thing.  

Biff talking about Willy

Listen here son, your grandfather Willy was a great father and would have been a great grandfather too. He was a really amazing man and salesman. Everyone liked him and I never heard one person ever talk bad about him. He had some big dreams uncle happy and me to be just like him. Believe me when I was little like you I wanted to be just like grandpa Willy. He always had a dream that he would start a business and uncle happy and me would take it over. He just wanted his kids to be successful and have a good life. I think if he were still alive he would be proud of my family and life. I always wanted to be around the house more and help out but I went to college and grandpa was always on the road. He would drive and drive everywhere. Maybe around a couple thousand miles were put on the old Chevy. Boy I loved that old car and would help him clean it every chance I got. Sometimes grandpa was mean but everyone gets a little meaner when they get old. If grandpa were still alive he would tell you about great uncle ben. Your grandma always got on me because he felt I didn’t appreciate grandpa but that was totally untrue. I may not have showed my love for him but deep down I loved and cared so much for him. I wanted to be just like him. You better remember grandpa for he will come right out of that grave and tell you what’s up. I just wish he could have met you guys. He would have loved you like he loved me.