Author's Note: Last night my family and I were watching videos from when we were younger. It was so funny to see what I was like from different eyes. Different parts made me remember the real thing, like some toy that I loved. It was really refreshing, I guess you could say, and this is what I reflected on from it.
Bringing back old times, trying to go there, and remember. Watching yourself on the screen, a person you don’t know anymore. Someone so remarkable. You want to be them again, but all you can do is laugh at how wonderful they were. A faint silhouette is still there, but a different light is now shining. The person on the screen or in the pictures, seems so much better, stronger. They laugh and jump and dance. Running around in circles, till you don’t see them. They fell down from dizziness, the dizziness of the joy of their life. They pop back up, start spinning again, never to stop. Saying the funniest things. Doing the funniest actions.
We decided to take some songs, and make a parody to them, to match the book, Animal Farm. First we wrote the new lyrics, to the songs. The songs we chose were Alejandro, Fresh Prince of Bel Aire, Get Silly, Dont Stop Believing, Nothing On You and Shots. When we were recording we had a lot of fun with it, so it might sound a little bit "different." We used audacity, and recorded each one separately, and then combined them together as a mash-up. Next we recorded the actual music video. We used the flip videos to accomplish this, and then downloaded it to a file. We had some problems with movie maker so we finally figured it out using Motionbox. We were different animals, or farmers throughout. Hope you enjoy!
By: My Group, Katelyn, Allison, Natalie, and ME (Erin)
The Lyrics!
Alejandro
I know that we are dumb
And I know that we are just animals
But I just can’t deal with them anymore,
HUMANS
FRESH PRINCE
Now this is a story all about how,
Animalism got flipped upside down.
And I’d like to take a minute just sit right there,
I’ll tell you how Napoleon made Manor Farm unfair
IN the old Manor Farm born and raised
Working hard for Jones is how they spent there days
Pulling those cart, working all day
Complaing bout Jones’s evil ways
When the fat old pig had an idea
Started talking ‘bout chasing those humans away
He told all the animals, they got happy,
They said lets get rid of these humans and be free to go wacky!
GET SILLY!
Jones didn’t feed ‘em,
Da cows got mad!
They started to attack,
Da other animals joined,
And they kicked them out with their bags!
Da Rebellion! X8
Da pigs took over
They did very well
No one missed Jones
And they all ate well
They worked in da fields
And they worked very hard
But Snowball had an idea
But Napoleon didn’t like
So there was a Brouhaha
And Napoleons dogs attacked
Snowball disappeared
Now everything will be bad!
DON’T STOP BELIEVING
just a small town farm
working hard for all their rights
the pigs ordered them to build
whi-hi-mildddd
they followed all the rules
do what the pigs tell them to do
even if it would
ki-hilllll themmmmm
suspicious changing the rules
but what else can they do
for they are all scared of what might happen in the night
Nothin’ on You
Beautiful pigs
All over the farm
I could be fighting but my life would be taken
But we got nothing on napoleon
Nothing on napoleon
They might say oink
I might say he-haw!
Walk on two legs and I walk on four
Cuz they are better than us
Soooooo much better than us!
Shots
Get worked done!
If u arent hungry cows and horses
Get ready to get fed up!
Lets do it!
Oink oink!
Napolean
Uk it squealer
All of the animals
Moo neigh quack
When I walk in the barn all eyes on me
I make em’ work till they fall
Nothing is free
I make him write
All kinds of rules
Cuz we love to walk
On only to legs
Work x16
ANIMALLLS!
Author's Note: My friend told me to write about eyelashes, and this is what I came up with. It seems to have a lot more feeling and is deeper than I expected, but I hope it gives you somehting to think about.
Black or brown
Framing your eye when,
Looking into the world.
Closing the final space
When looking into yourself.
All together, in a row
Curling around, at the tips
Protecting
Your final barrier between.
Always there
Always seen
But not noticed
Sometimes covered over
To seem bolder, deeper
The fakeness running down your face
To go back, and are left with
The plain beginning you
A lash falls, let’s go, breaks off
Resting on your cheek
Again unnoticed by you
A friend picks it up,
Lets you blow it away
As a wish
Hoping to come true
Author's Note-I started with a way longer journal response, but I shortened it down to this. At the beginning it was more of a list of things that relate to stones. Stones or writing on stones can have a lot of meaning behind it, like that it cant be erased, except for over time, when it is forgotten.
Author's Note:It was a response to The Bean Trees. It wasn't an essay so I thought it deserved to be on the main blog, instead of with the other essay responses. The little girl, Turtle, seemed like such a basic idea, that anyone can relate to. If you look at anything at different ways, you can get a lot of it from it, was one of the main ideas I wanted to say.
My first word was bean,
Maybe to mean
I am a seed,
And I need your help to grow
I need your light, your soil, your warmth.
I am like a shadow in the desert
Nothing to hide me,
Nothing to protect me,
There’s life unfolding all around me
Everything is amber and dry,
Filled with hate
Still the cactuses grow
Covered in thorns
A hint of green,
In the sea of brown
You cant expect something
pretty, to grow here,
From a cracked base like this.
But sometimes
Sometimes…
A flower will find the will
To grow on top of the thorns
To grow on top of the hate
To cover it up
To try to pretend the whole plant is beautiful
Sometimes…
A flower will find the will
To keep living, even though
It only opens just once
To flourish for its moment then
It leaves us again
I realized that I had come to my own terms with the desert, but, my soul was thirsty.
My full name is April Turtle Greer
April to mean
In spring,
In hope,
As a seed, my time to blossom into a tree
Turtle to mean
I am my own animal,
I can hide.
If I go into my shell,
Ill have to come back out eventually
Greer to mean
I am officially someone,
I belong to something,
I finally matter again.
My second word was Humbean
Maybe to mean
I am not yet,
The something I want to be.
I am part hum and part bean, and together it makes me
Maybe everything is more coherent
Maybe I can be more than one thing
Maybe Ma is my new soil, my new light, my new warmth.
