Rangers Apprentice: Ruins of Gorlan
This is the first installment in a series that is becoming widely popular over the whole globe. Written by John Flanagan, Rangers Apprentice starts out with a young orphan boy by the name of Will. Will has no last name since he was orphaned from a young age. He is now old enough to become the apprentice to one of the craft masters of the fief (state) that he lives in. He originally tries to enter Battle school to follow in the steps of his father (or so he thinks) he is widely disappointed when he is denied that “privilege.” His hope returns when the mysterious ranger Halt gives the baron a letter said to hold Will’s future in it. Will takes a huge risk to find out the contents of the letter, but he gets caught. Halt, the ranger wants Will to become his apprentice, and faced with the choice of a life of farm labor or that he goes with the ranger.
Will’s adventures throughout this book continue to grow and make him a better person. Will begins to discover who he is and what it is to be a true friend. Although it starts out a little slow, this book soon ensnares the reader into a web of intrigue and suspense. The end leaves you waiting for the next book, barely satisfied for the time being. So far Will’s adventures have been documented in nine books, but sadly not all of these have yet to be printed in the US... yet.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
First Semester Portfolio- Piece I would like to revise
Just then a very devote servant of Ambrose appeared. He was dressed as richly as any of my cousins (although he was a good deal older), but the way he spoke to Ambrose it was clearly evident that he was a servant.
“M-m-m-aster…” He stuttered, as if he were terrified of the young man that stood in front of him.
“Yes, Helio?” Ambrose asked politely acting as if he were completely oblivious to the servants stutters.
“Y-y-our h-horse i-s-s r-ready s-sir.” He answered.
“Thank you, Helio, you may bring her to me…please” Ambrose asked quite politely.
I watched this whole exchange with a slightly bemused expression. I could tell that the stuttering was all an act. Whether the act was for my benefit or Ambrose’s I couldn’t tell quite yet. Helio gave it away when he winked at me behind Ambrose’s back and that he seemed to stutter almost every word, which was unusual. Still, was the act a attempt of Ambrose’s to impress me or all of Helio’s doing, letting Ambrose go under the illusion that he was in charge and was a overbearing master. Either way those two were going to make this quest, well, interesting.
Helio left us and went to bring Ambrose his horse, jostling everyone in his way while doing so. Ambrose jumped up on the horse in one fluid movement. Even I was impressed by that.
“Are you coming or not?” He asked from his perch… Way up on that horse.
“All the way up these?” I really didn’t have any fond memories of the last time I got on a horse with him.
“How else do you expect us to finish this quest in both our lifetimes without one?” Ambrose asked. He was clearly laughing…at me!
“I don’t know… Walking?”
This piece is a small excerpt of a fiction book that I am writing. It is told through the eyes of a teenage girl back in Ancient Greece who is going on a quest to see if she is really the daughter of a goddess. In this section she is arguing with her new found friend about modes of transportation, and watching an exchange between him and his servant. To be quite honest I don’t know where I got the ideas, they just kind of popped into my head. If I were to revise this piece I would clean up the grammar and us more smiley face tricks/imagery. I want to do this because I am trying to make it the best that I can.
“M-m-m-aster…” He stuttered, as if he were terrified of the young man that stood in front of him.
“Yes, Helio?” Ambrose asked politely acting as if he were completely oblivious to the servants stutters.
“Y-y-our h-horse i-s-s r-ready s-sir.” He answered.
“Thank you, Helio, you may bring her to me…please” Ambrose asked quite politely.
I watched this whole exchange with a slightly bemused expression. I could tell that the stuttering was all an act. Whether the act was for my benefit or Ambrose’s I couldn’t tell quite yet. Helio gave it away when he winked at me behind Ambrose’s back and that he seemed to stutter almost every word, which was unusual. Still, was the act a attempt of Ambrose’s to impress me or all of Helio’s doing, letting Ambrose go under the illusion that he was in charge and was a overbearing master. Either way those two were going to make this quest, well, interesting.
Helio left us and went to bring Ambrose his horse, jostling everyone in his way while doing so. Ambrose jumped up on the horse in one fluid movement. Even I was impressed by that.
“Are you coming or not?” He asked from his perch… Way up on that horse.
“All the way up these?” I really didn’t have any fond memories of the last time I got on a horse with him.
“How else do you expect us to finish this quest in both our lifetimes without one?” Ambrose asked. He was clearly laughing…at me!
“I don’t know… Walking?”
This piece is a small excerpt of a fiction book that I am writing. It is told through the eyes of a teenage girl back in Ancient Greece who is going on a quest to see if she is really the daughter of a goddess. In this section she is arguing with her new found friend about modes of transportation, and watching an exchange between him and his servant. To be quite honest I don’t know where I got the ideas, they just kind of popped into my head. If I were to revise this piece I would clean up the grammar and us more smiley face tricks/imagery. I want to do this because I am trying to make it the best that I can.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
First Semester Portfolio- Favorite Piece
Time
Time is so important
To me, to you, to them.
Without it what would we be?
But beings living a monotonous existence.
It can pass both fast and slow,
And follows rules all of its own.
We try to stop it.
Make us stay young.
But still we have not
Ever played with for fear.
Of screwing it up.
Of making mistakes.
Of changing the past, present, or future.
So we only dream of traveling through it.
And so it passes,
By and by.
Slipping through our fingers.
Always passing on and on.
Following its own rules.
Time and Time.
Again.
This piece is a poem that I wrote. It is obviously poetry, but it follows no specific format. This poem talks about time and its mysteries, and how we have tried to stop it, slow it, and always seem to fail. It is my favorite because it talks about something that no one really understands and so you kind of have free-range with it, as long as you stay somewhat reasonable. I got the idea for it because the school year seemed to be passing both fast and slow all at the same time.
Time is so important
To me, to you, to them.
Without it what would we be?
But beings living a monotonous existence.
It can pass both fast and slow,
And follows rules all of its own.
We try to stop it.
Make us stay young.
But still we have not
Ever played with for fear.
Of screwing it up.
Of making mistakes.
Of changing the past, present, or future.
So we only dream of traveling through it.
And so it passes,
By and by.
Slipping through our fingers.
Always passing on and on.
Following its own rules.
Time and Time.
Again.
This piece is a poem that I wrote. It is obviously poetry, but it follows no specific format. This poem talks about time and its mysteries, and how we have tried to stop it, slow it, and always seem to fail. It is my favorite because it talks about something that no one really understands and so you kind of have free-range with it, as long as you stay somewhat reasonable. I got the idea for it because the school year seemed to be passing both fast and slow all at the same time.
Monday, January 4, 2010
First Semester Reflection
This first semester I have learned so much about writing that sometimes I can’t even comprehend it. One of the biggest things I have learned about is smiley face tricks and how to write so that the reader(s) stay interested and are able I imagine what is going on and how it looks. I have also learned about different kinds of writing and how you use those kinds effectively in any writing that you do. My teacher has a way of putting things that I get it immediately, and it sticks in my head.
Last semester I learned that if I apply myself to grammar I can get it and if I don’t it is seemingly impossible. I must apply myself and work hard to get the neatness and get that great quality that I have come to expect from myself.
This semester I can try to be a better student by reading more, and not slacking off until the last minute like I am prone to do. I can work on making my writing better and not settling for good enough. “You can never achieve greatness if you settle for good enough. You must practice until you don’t get it wrong and you do the best possible.” This semester I will make this my motto and follow it to the best of my ability.
Last semester I learned that if I apply myself to grammar I can get it and if I don’t it is seemingly impossible. I must apply myself and work hard to get the neatness and get that great quality that I have come to expect from myself.
This semester I can try to be a better student by reading more, and not slacking off until the last minute like I am prone to do. I can work on making my writing better and not settling for good enough. “You can never achieve greatness if you settle for good enough. You must practice until you don’t get it wrong and you do the best possible.” This semester I will make this my motto and follow it to the best of my ability.
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