September 15, 2005
Allie's Metaphor Story
Sorry -I remembered to "save" previously, but not "publish". Well, here it is...
It was such an "elephant" "hogwarts" and I felt so "iPod nano". Yet at the same time, I was "sweet-toothed kid in a candy-shop". Everything was so "wrapped in plastic "to me that I felt I didn't know how to "read the first page".
I was "getting an A on a final" to "glasses" that the people there didn't seem to all be "sunless tan". Instead of being "magnets to a fridge" and "homer simpson", they were "Indiana Jones" to go out and try things.
All the teachers were "live technology support" and very "Einstein" in each of their subjects. They welcomed me and were "hot chocolate on a cold day".
Although I was "meeting a ghost" when I thought about it all before hand, the actual experience of it was nothing but "getting a hot fudge sundae".
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September 14, 2005
Meeting my son (he was already 3 years old)
The little prince and the fox.
The orchid thief in the Fakahatchee Swamp.
The little prince and the rose.
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September 13, 2005
Ever-flowing feelings on prom night
A shaken can of soda. Electrons around a nucleus. A fan whirling around. A car not starting. Marines around holidays. Someone calling while on dial-up internet. Waiting at a filled hospital. Guiteau after Garfield won. The finding of Elizabeth Smart. Becoming engaged. Going to a foreign country. A ship lost at sea. The night after running a marathon. A small child at church. Red Sox after '04 world series. Drinking cocoa after playing in the snow.
Jess Yeich
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Shiny new red apple bicycle
Hen and chick we set out. She was being all Geena Davis about Stuart Little. We found our plane on a runway and I was Tobey Maguire on Seabiscuit. The gun went off and we were streaking across a campus in the 70’s. I was Maria on the mountain top in the Sound of Music. Lance Armstrong with his yellow jersey on with the wind Harry Potter after the snitch in my hair. The Titanic had set sail from England. And all of a sudden she was the man in the moon and I was Ron Weasley playing Quidditch. Calvin and Hobbes on a sled. Another one bites the dust and I was Kenny at the end of a South Park episode. But I was also Kenny at the beginning of the next episode. So like Lisa Simpson now. And each time since it’s Simon and Garfunkel in Central Park.
Nanette Savides
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Getting My License
I was Apollo 13 returning to Earth, but my cup was half empty instead of half full. Like Matilda to Miss Trunchbull, I thought I was the "weakest link, goodbye." Bag over my head, I tried not to Niagra Falls infront of Scrooge, but turns out it was on sale! I left Pats at the Superbowl and it's been Brady Bunch ever since.
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Mischievousness
Wile E. Cyote chasing the roadrunner. Flappers in the Jazz age. Cameron Diaz’s smile. The quiet before the storm. Stirring cookie dough vigorously. Waiting for the bread to rise. Writing the Ten Commandments. Folding paper into origami. Throwing rocks at lover’s windows.
Dancing in the rain. Presents opened on Christmas morning. College acceptances in the mail. Michael Jackson’s charges. Lance Armstrong’s ride. Flustering red cheeks in embarrassment. Donald Trump’s you’re fired.
This assignment definitely made me think about the emotions I was feeling (at that particular momenht) and it took me a long time to match emotions with universal references that showed my feelings. This was very difficult for me because I tried so hard to make my metaphors flow well and make some sort of sense.
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18th Birthday
Hobbits going home after various adventures. My birthday was on the next day but Raskolnikov worn out in his apartment. Cut off Captain Nemo on the Nautilus. However, I decided to be one of the Incredibles on my birthday evening. Strangers greeting Gatsby at his party. The plan was Shrek dining with King, Queen and Fiona in the castle. I was Julia Roberts in red dress on the stairs in Casino. Blackout of 2003 in New York. All of a sudden, New Year’s Eve on Times Square!!! Aah, Ocean’s Twelve party after the job was awesome.
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"Stork Stopped By"
The night before my Casey Affleck was born I Rip Van Winkled at my grandmother’s house and awoke Michael Phelps at the Olympics. Then, around 9:00, the phone rang. I Lance Armstronged into the kitchen and Little Peter Cotton Tailed from one foot to the next, silent cell phone ringing slightly. Of course, being the Marcia Brady, I had to American Idol audition and endure my sister’s Red Sox 2004. Finally, I got my turn at the phone and heard my father’s sponge in water voice. “Timothy,” he said, “A boy,”.
Later that morning, I went to a Mad Hatter party for my friend. I was seven years old and I was at an age where I did not want a Britney Spears happening, I just wanted to Goodyear blimp through life. So, I stayed Eeyore, but when the word “baby” came up, I was not reluctant to Jennifer Aniston with Vanity Fair. After that I couldn’t stop talking, Katrina in New Orleans.
I remember Forrest Gumping into the hospital and recognizing the new Simmons Library smell. I waited for college acceptances in Willy Wonka’s masterpiece and Ramirezed around the diamond into my mother’s room, only to see her like a firefighter on September 11th. Minutes later, my father mother ducklinged us back into the hallway to look into a Vatican Square on Pope Benedict’s Inauguration of babies. I immigrants on Ellis Island, but could not see my Drew Lachey. Finally, my Dad pointed him out. Funny, when we returned from Iraq with him he was the ugly duckling with the swans. Thank goodness he did not Peter Pan.
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September 12, 2005
"Riding A Bike, A Needle In A Haystack"
Riding a bike is a needle in a haystack. I thought big bad wolf and the three little pigs. I did not believe the little engine that could. The process was walking through a maze with no end.
My uncle a teacher in a classroom. I used all of my strength Moses crossing the red sea. I tried my best Boxer hit in a boxing ring. My hopes Prince in search of Cinderella. My practice led to Hurricane Katrina.
I got back on the bike survivors of 9/11. My uncle let got of the bike jumping on a trampoline. I didn't stop going fear factor champion.
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