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- I have taught Journalism, Creative Writing and advised Young Reporters throughout the Valley for the past 12 years. I am a freelance writer for the Education, Social and Community Pages with Independent Newspapers. My students write and submit stories to Independent Newspapers' Write to Report Program, Bear Essential News for Kids -Young Reporters Program, EduKid Newspapers and In the Zona. I enjoy teaching, photography and watching writers grow as they master their new found skills... Explore the Power of Personal Expression - visit, Write On! Creative Writing Workshops on Facebook
Grandpa’s Funeral
ReplyDeleteWalking into the cold, dark, gloomy graveyard I could taste the salty tears dripping down my face. These tears seemed like buckets of warm ocean water being thrown at my face. Walking farther into the graveyard and having to see a wooden casket being lowered into what seems to be a dark-hole, a horrid place, and a place of no return. When the casket is lowered, everyone is asked to put putty-colored dirt and a red rose on the coffin below. At that moment, this dirt felt like a million pounds, and had put a giant lump in my throat making it hard for me to breathe. Looking to the right side of where my grandfather is now buried, there is a gray marble slab. The slab reads Lloyd Navratil in big, bold letters; these simple words seem to almost kill me on the inside and out. Feeling devastated and being an emotional wreck, the clear, cloudless, blue sky for a brief moment made me realize something pretty spectacular. The sky holds heaven; the sky holds enlightenment; and more importantly the sky holds happiness. This is where my Grandpa Lloyd has gone.
Hindu Holiday Comparisons
ReplyDeleteBy Chantal N.
remember looking at my Children Just Like Me Celebrations book when I was four years old. I was fascinated by the Holi festival and how much fun it looked, while in a holiday called Diwali I was simply in love with the gorgeous twinkling lights. One thing I found very interesting about Diwali and Holi is that even though they are both celebrated in India and have similar purposes, the holidays are incredibly different. Holi is an annual festival celebrated on the day after the full moon in the Hidu month Phalguna (Early March). Diwali is an amazing festival of lights. Diwali started thousands of years ago, when Lord Rama came home to reclaim his kingdom after fourteen years in exile. Diwali is celebrated in fall a little before the new moon. The two well celebrated Hindu holidays Holi and Diwali have several similarities, as well as many differences.
Diwali and Holi are identical in a numerous amount of reasons. Diwali and Holi are similar because both are dedicated to gods. Diwali is dedicated to Lakshmi the goddess of prosperity and Saraswathi, the goddess of knowledge; same with Holi which is dedicated to the god Krishna, the Hindu God and Vishnu avatar, and his companion Radha, who is the incarnation of the goddess Lakshmi. Another similarity is they light fires or candles for significant purposes. In Holi, they start fires to ward off evil, and in Diwali clay lamps called diye are lit to illustrate Rama and his wife Sita’s return home to India. Finally, Holi and Diwali are similar because they both do actions to ward off evil. The night before Holi, people light fires to scare away evil spirits, while in Diwali they set of fireworks to get rid of evil. These fascinating festivals, Holi and Diwali, are two different holidays, but are quite similar.
Holi and Diwali are very different Hindu holidays. One of the many differences is how long each holiday is celebrated. Holi is celebrated for two days the first night they light fires to scare away evil, and the next morning people cover themselves and others with paint; meanwhile, in Diwali people celebrate for two days and on the second night families get together, dine, pray, and light fireworks to rid evil from their lives. Also, each holiday is dedicated to different gods. Holi is dedicated to the god Krishna and his companion Radha, however in Diwali the festival is dedicated to Lakshmi and Saraswithi. The final difference of Holi and Diwali is the way the two festivals are celebrated. During Holi, they light fires to get rid of evil spirits and celebrate by spraying eachother with paint; yet in Diwali they celebrate by lightning candles to welcome Rama, pray,feast, and light fireworks to scare away evil. Even though, Diwali and Holi are both Hindu festivals and have many similarities, they also have these striking differences.
The two well celebrated Hindu holidays, Holi and Diwali, have several similarities, as well as multiple differences. I’ve always loved celebrating holidays and think participating in the Holi and Diwali celebrations seems gaiety. Spraying each other with paint and scaring away evil seems really enjoyable. In Diwali, I love the fact that families come together to celebrate, light candles, pray, feast, and light fireworks all together. Now I can understand why when I was four years old I was fascinated by these holidays. I loved learning about a different religion other than my own.
Mr. Backward
ReplyDeleteBy Chantal N.
Mr. Backward lives in town,
He never wakes up he always wakes down.
He goes on down the street backwards,
He’s good at sports but he’s a nerd.
He likes to give his cat a bone,
And always likes to cuddle his bear of stone.
He likes to water and sun his weeds,
And always says “Bless you” before the sneeze.
He cooks in the bathroom and eats with his feet,
I hope my mom he never does meet.
He goes to work at 2 am. ,
And for dinner eats eggs and ham.
He wears his pajamas to work,
They must really think he’s a jerk.
Mr. Backward eats first ice cream,
The entrée and salad in-between.
And always for the very last course,
A plate of h’orderves he eats like a horse.
He goes to bed with a mouth full of candy,
Skittles and chocolate he thinks are just dandy.
He goes to sleep beneath his bed,
While wearing slippers on his head.
The Wizard of Oz
ReplyDeleteBy Chantal N.
Dorothy and Toto lived on a farm.
A cyclone hit their home, but did no harm.
Her home was blown up in the sky.
When it fell on a witch no one cried.
Oz was the place where they were blown.
They soon found out they were not alone.
She met Munchkins, who usually fled.
Who were happy now; the witch was dead.
Dorothy received slippers on her feet.
By the Good North Witch who was quite sweet.
Dorothy said she wanted to go home.
In the Land of Oz, she felt alone.
They said, “Follow the road of yellow,
Until you meet the wizard fellow.”
“He will grant your special request,
But please avoid the Witch of the West.”
On her way to Emerald City,
She met a scarecrow not so witty.
This journey he wanted to take part,
So he could have a brain, and be smart.
They saw a woodsman made of tin,
Wanting a heart to love again.
The group went down the yellow brick road,
They met a lion scared of a toad.
He was cowardly; he would shake.
He wanted courage for goodness sake!
They went to the city, made of green.
It was emerald, with a bright sheen.
With the wizard, they made their requests.
The wizard said, “You must pass a test.”
“You must kill the witch; bring her broom back.”
“Be very careful with your attack.”
Dorothy accidently spilled water,
And this is the way she had got her.
The water melted the witch away.
And was how the witch was killed that day.
This witch was usually dread.
Now people had no fears in their head.
Back to the Great Oz the group did run.
To show him the broom they had won.
They found out Oz might be a big fake.
Their journey could have been a mistake.
Oz put extra hay in scarecrow’s head.
Scarecrow now felt he was well- read.
Tin man, he gave a fake heart.
First Name: Chantal
ReplyDeleteI am: myself twenty-four hours a day and no-matter-what
Relative of: the last male survivor of the Titanic
Lover of: dogs, chocolate, and all good-tasting food
I feel: happy
sad
and really, every emotion
I need: chocolate
love
and books
I fear: clowns
failing papers
and boring books
I give: my time when I volunteer for my community service
my clothes to charity if I don't need them anymore
and lots of love to others
I would love to see: a cure for cancer and another dog in my house
Chantal,
ReplyDeleteYou are simply amazing and full of wonder! Keep the love and the writing alive and well.