Reflection

I really enjoyed this project, as opposed to a essay or a writing assignment, because it got us thinking. Also, it was a lot more interesting than just writing on a word document, because it was a lot more interactive, and it encouraged creatiivity.

Song and Analysis

Colin Hong
4/3/08
Ms. Shigemitsu

Im Okay

I wake up and cry
I look at our bed and I see no one
The fault was all mine
I feel nothing inside, and its over and done
You left at the worst time
Im piecing back together my heart
I cant see why I
Was so blind to your love, and I tore us apart.

Life love everything we know is going to hell, and I don’t care
You me everything that makes us what we are… has just gone down the drain…
I don’t care what you think that ive become.. yea im alright
I cant see what happening to myself, but im okay
Yea im okay
Im okay
Im okay

You look at my eyes
Trying to figure out why I did what I did
I try to feign surprise
I still have no idea how you found what I hid
This is all so wrong
Nothing is turning out like how we planned
You and I belong
I just cant figure it out, and I don’t understand

Life love everything we know is going to hell, and I don’t care
You me everything that makes us what we are… has just gone down the drain…
I don’t care what you think that ive become.. yea im alright
I cant see what happening to myself, but im okay
Im okay
Yea im okay


I walk home alone
I keep on thinking that you’re here with me
Baby just come back home
Everything will be alright, yea then youll see
I made a mistake
And everyday I remember your face
What more then will you take
Oh baby no one can take your place

Life love everything we know is going to hell, and I don’t care
You me everything that makes us what we are… Has just gone down the drain
I don’t care what you think that ive become.. yea im alright
I cant see what happening to myself, but im okay
Life love everything we know is going to hell, and I don’t care
You me everything that makes us what we are… Has just gone down the drain
I don’t care what you think that ive become.. yea im alright
I cant see what happening to myself, but im okay

Yea im okay
Im okay
Im okay
Cause im okay

The Man , The Wife, The Tragedy

Chris enjoyed the flight home from his "business trip". About once a month he took these trips, always to California. His wife, Sarah, didn’t have to know what really went on during these frequent flights. After all, he still loved her, dearly, and if she knew what he was doing, she could never forgive him. No, it was best to keeps these visits secret. For everyone's sake.
Her name was Josephine. She had met Chris during one of his business trips to California. They hit it right off. She knew Chris had a wife, but they were so madly in love, neither cared about the consequences. Soon, Chris couldn’t wait for his all to infrequent business trips to meet with her. He began faking them, more and more frequently. Chris and Josephine enjoyed every minute of their time together, yet, Josephine couldn’t help but feeling Chris longed for his wife at the same time.
Sarah got up from the chair, hearing the phone ring in the dining room. "I got it", she yelled, before realizing that no one else was there. God, she hated these business trips Chris always went on. She picked up the phone, it was Jenny, her best friend. Jenny was currently trying to make it big in Hollywood. She listened speechless and shocked, to what Jenny was describing to her. As Sarah's mouth flew open, so did her hand, and the phone dropped to the floor and smashed in half.
As Chris pulled into the driveway, he knew instinctively that something was wrong. He opened the door. "Jenny?" he yelled. No answer. He tried once more, and only silence greeted him. He made his way into the kitchen, and found something, left for him. It was a note, with the words "I know" written on it. Chris collapsed to the floor, cradling his head in his hands. He had known it would end like this. The next morning, Chris woke up, and forgetting what had happened the day before, went to give Sarah a good morning hug. But his hands were groping at air, there was no one there. The doorbell rang. Chris hurried out of bed, and got dressed. He rushed to the front door, flew it open and… there was no one there. He shook himself, thinking that he must be imagining things, and turned around. There she was. Sarah, the love of his life, standing right before him, like how it had been before all this. She looked at him, hoping against all hopes that he had a reason, a valid justification for his lies. She confronted him, asking him about it. "Why" she asked "Why?!". Chris tried to lie, tried to act like he didn’t know what was going on. "I have no idea what your talking about", he answered. He could see that him lying to her face hurt Sarah almost as much as finding out. Head in hands, she stormed out the open front door. Chris never saw her again.
Five Years Later
Chris staggered home from the bar. Every night, he went there to forget. Once he was completely wasted, there was no pain. He never tried to contact Sarah, he knew it was pointless. And he never answered Josephine's calls either. That would just make him remember. "Why" he yelled to the empty street, "Why?!". There was no answer. But Chris wouldn't admit to himself that he had caused it, or what his life had turned out to be. "Im okay" He yelled once again."Im okay".

Im Okay

I wake up and cry
I look at our bed and I see no one
The fault was all mine
I feel nothing inside, and its over and done
You left at the worst time
Im piecing back together my heart
I cant see why I
Was so blind to your love, and I tore us apart.

Life love everything we know is going to hell, and I don’t care
You me everything that makes us what we are… has just gone down the drain…
I don’t care what you think that ive become.. yea im alright
I cant see what happening to myself, but im okay
Yea im okay
Im okay
Im okay

You look at my eyes
Trying to figure out why I did what I did
I try to feign surprise
I still have no idea how you found what I hid
This is all so wrong
Nothing is turning out like how we planned
You and I belong
I just cant figure it out, and I don’t understand

Life love everything we know is going to hell, and I don’t care
You me everything that makes us what we are… has just gone down the drain…
I don’t care what you think that ive become.. yea im alright
I cant see what happening to myself, but im okay
Im okay
Yea im okay


I walk home alone
I keep on thinking that you’re here with me
Baby just come back home
Everything will be alright, yea then youll see
I made a mistake
And everyday I remember your face
What more then will you take
Oh baby no one can take your place

Life love everything we know is going to hell, and I don’t care
You me everything that makes us what we are… Has just gone down the drain
I don’t care what you think that ive become.. yea im alright
I cant see what happening to myself, but im okay
Life love everything we know is going to hell, and I don’t care
You me everything that makes us what we are… Has just gone down the drain
I don’t care what you think that ive become.. yea im alright
I cant see what happening to myself, but im okay

Yea im okay
Im okay
Im okay
Cause im okay

Superman Movie v2

Movie

Sonnet

Colin Hong
4/15/08
Ms. Shigemitsu
7:30
Superman


Hes jetting to get to the coffee store

Hes flying through the air, hes superman

Saving the world with all the latest lore

Saving the world from villains evil plans

Hes just a mild mannered reporter

Hes super strong, super fast, superman

His slouch makes him appear to be shorter

He solo fought all modern day Iran

He admires lois lane secretly

He saved her from falling from an airplane

Her man in waiting what he wants to be

Up top a tower he kisses Miss lane

Clark Kent is just a normal kind of guy

Hes our superman, flying through the sky




Colin Hong
Ms. Shigemitsu-7:30
4/15/08
Analysis of Superman
When me and my partner started writing this sonnet, we thought, there are so many lovely sounding sonnets out there, and we don’t want to have just another cookie-cutter sonnet. So we decided to try something different.
One thing we did differently was to make a two faced sonnet, one face sharply contrasting with the other. About half the sonnet is talking about Superman, and how amazing he is, and the other half is talking about how boring Clark Kent's life is. And these two halves switch off every line, usually with relating circumstances. For example, "Saving the world with all the latest lore" sharply contrasts with "Saving the world from villains evil plans". One is talking about keeping up to date with the news, and the other is about how superman saves the world. In fact, I believe this is where the sonnet really shines. You see, what we did was we created two distinctly different views of life, however they are linked together by a single, unchangeable fact. The two seemingly opposite people are in fact one and the same. Clark Kent is Superman, and in our sonnet, while one is dealing with daily toils, the other is fighting crime around the world.
Another element we changed was we started the 1&2, 3&4, 5&6 etc lines off with almost the same beginning, even while they had completely different meanings. For example, take the quote I used last time "Saving the world with all the latest lore" and "Saving the world from villains evil plans". Both of these two lines are exactly the same up to syllable five, and therefore this gives the sonnet an interesting, if repetitive rhythm.
While our sonnet is not the most poetic sonnet ever written, or even the deepest, where it really shines is in its ingenuity and its risk-taking. For one, I doubt many people have written a sonnet about superman. But seriously, me and my partner Conner tried many new things, and that is why I are proud to say we wrote Superman.

Superman Sonnet Draft

Colin Hong
4/15/08
Ms. Shigemitsu
7:30
Superman


Hes jetting to get to the coffee store

Hes flying through the air, hes superman

Saving the world with all the latest lore

Saving the world from villains evil plans

Hes just a mild mannered reporter

Hes super strong, super fast, superman

His slouch makes him appear to be shorter

He solo fought all modern day Iran

He admires lois lane secretly

He saved her from falling from an airplane

Her man in waiting what he wants to be

Up top a tower he kisses Miss lane

Clark Kent is just a normal kind of guy

Hes our superman, flying through the sky




Colin Hong
Ms. Shigemitsu-7:30
4/15/08
Analysis of Superman
When me and my partner started writing this sonnet, we thought, there are so many lovely sounding sonnets out there, and we don’t want to have just another cookie-cutter sonnet. So we decided to try something different.
One thing we did differently was to make a two faced sonnet, one face sharply contrasting with the other. About half the sonnet is talking about Superman, and how amazing he is, and the other half is talking about how boring Clark Kent's life is. And these two halves switch off every line, usually with relating circumstances. For example, "Saving the world with all the latest lore" sharply contrasts with "Saving the world from villains evil plans". One is talking about keeping up to date with the news, and the other is about how superman saves the world. In fact, I believe this is where the sonnet really shines. You see, what we did was we created two distinctly different views of life, however they are linked together by a single, unchangeable fact. The two seemingly opposite people are in fact one and the same. Clark Kent is Superman, and in our sonnet, while one is dealing with daily toils, the other is fighting crime around the world.
Another element we changed was we started the 1&2, 3&4, 5&6 etc lines off with almost the same beginning, even while they had completely different meanings. For example, take the quote I used last time "Saving the world with all the latest lore" and "Saving the world from villains evil plans". Both of these two lines are exactly the same up to syllable five, and therefore this gives the sonnet an interesting, if repetitive rhythm.
While our sonnet is not the most poetic sonnet ever written, or even the deepest, where it really shines is in its ingenuity and its risk-taking. For one, I doubt many people have written a sonnet about superman. But seriously, me and my partner Conner tried many new things, and that is why I are proud to say we wrote Superman.

Sonnet

Connor Clinton, Colin Hong
Super Man

Hes jetting to get to the coffee store
Hes flying through the air, hes superman
Saving the world with all the latest lore
Saving the world from villains evil plans
Hes just a mild mannered reporter
Hes super strong, super fast, superman
His slouch makes him appear to be shorter
He solo fought all modern day Iran
He admires lois lane secretly
He saved her from falling from an airplane
Her man in waiting what he wants to be
Up top a tower he kisses Miss lane
Clark Kent is just a normal kind of guy
Hes our superman, flying through the sky

Final Essay

Colin Hong
Ms. Shigemitsu
2/29/2008



The Secret Goldfish

The goldfish was bright, cheerful, active, full of life. It sat out in the display stand of Pets 4 Cheep, in a clear bowl, with colorful rocks and a little sunken ship. And all day long, young children would stop and watch its frolicking antics, hoping, wishing that maybe one day, they would be able to buy it. One of these kids name was Olden. Now Olden was the very worst of them all. Everyday for hours, he would sit outside the store, tenderly watching the fish, which he called Ellie. Eventually, the shopkeeper, a kind old man, would send him on his way, only for Olden to return, several hours later. Olden knew that this goldfish was special. What he didn’t know, was that this goldfish was actually magic. As long as it was loved and cared for, it would live forever. The shopkeeper knew this secret, and watched the kids carefully, looking for which one he thought would be the owner. And to deter unwanted people from buying it in the meantime, he set the fish at an incredibly high price.
As Olden kept coming back, hour after hour, day after day, week after week, the shopkeeper saw that this was the most dedicated kid he had ever seen. And so one night, as Olden sat outside the store, telling Ellie all about the days events, the old man opened the door ever so slightly, and whispered, "Hey, kid. C'mon inside, I got a deal for you." After Olden had come inside, the shopkeeper quietly shut the door, and ushered the kid into a backroom, and left for several minutes. Olden waited patiently, but inside, he was itching to find out what it was the the shopkeeper had in store for him. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the shopkeeper returned, cradling something in his wrinkled hands. It was the Goldfish. The shopkeeper bent over, and told the kid all about the secret of the goldfish. As the kid listened enchanted, the shopkeeper repeated all that he had been told, on that one fateful day.
"It was raining outside. I had just closed shop, and was sweeping up, when I heard a knock on the door. I went over, and opened the door, and yelled, we're closed, out, when I realized that no one was there. However, they had left a bowl and an envelope. Inside the bowl was a fish, the very fish you see before you. And inside the envelope was a letter, explaining that this was a magic goldfish, and would live forever, as long as it was treated well, and loved. That was 50 years ago, and the goldfish has lived longer than any goldfish I've ever seen. If I give you this goldfish, will you love it, and treat it well?"
"Oh yes, oh yes.", Olden replied. And he meant it too. So the shopkeeper gave him the goldfish, and sent him on his way. However, as Olden made his way home, he tripped and fell, and hit his head on the sidewalk. He got up, sore and a little fuzzy, but was able to make his way home, and into bed.
The next day, Olden woke up with a terrible headache, and no memory of what had happened to him the day before. He looked to his side, and saw the Goldfish.
"Oh", he said, "I must have bought that goldfish yesterday". He was so proud that he was the one to buy the fish, or Ellie, that he ran around the neighborhood, announcing it to everyone he met. And everyone wanted to see it. And the goldfish thrived. So many kids flocked his house, to see his goldfish, that he set a rule, one at a time. And the goldfish still thrived. Eventually, he got so jealous that he had been the one to buy it, yet all the kids could still see it, he made it off limits to everyone but his best friends. And the goldfish still thrived. Then, he set the limit at family. And the goldfish started to droop. As he became more and more convinced that he was the one who bought it, and it was his, he moved it to his room, so no one else could see it. And the goldfish drooped further. One of Olden's best friends decided that he wanted to see Ellie, so when Olden wasn’t home, he snuck in and sat on Olden's bed staring at Ellie. Unfortunately, Olden came home, and caught his friend doing this unthinkable act, and decided Ellie wasn’t safe there. So he locked the fishbowl in a box, and put it in the highest shelf in his closet. After he put it up there, he locked the closet.
"There", he said, "Now its finally safe, and it will stay the same forever". And with that, he went downstairs. As Olden was walking down the stairs, he tripped, and fell down, hitting his head on the bottom. Suddenly, Olden could remember everything, down to the word.
"Oh no" he cried, "The fish!" But it was too late. Ellie lay floating on the top of the water, dead from lack of love.
Olden tried to go get a new one, but the shopkeeper wouldn’t sell him anymore. And for as long as he lived, Olden never forgot his secret goldfish.
Reflection
This story correlates to Holden and Catcher in the Rye in many ways. In the book, Holden says DB wrote this story. I think that DB wrote this story using Holden as a guide, or a reference. I believe that my version is correct, due to the fact that Holden says "It killed me", which I find to mean that Holden liked it. And the only thing that Holden likes are thing that are similar to him, or so he thinks. Therefore, this story is similar to Holden, and with it, probably the main character is similar too. Allie is also in this story, shown as Ellie the goldfish. I'm not suggesting that Allie died of neglect, but maybe Holden feels he should have paid more attention to Allie, shown as Olden overly loving to the point of neglecting Ellie.

Draft

The Secret Goldfish

The goldfish was bright, cheerful, active, full of life. It sat out in the display stand of Pets 4 Cheep, in a clear bowl, with colorful rocks and a little sunken ship. And all day long, young children would stop and watch its frolicking antics, hoping, wishing that maybe one day, they would be able to buy it. One of these kids name was Olden. Now Olden was the very worst of them all. Everyday for hours, he would sit outside the store, tenderly watching the fish, which he called Ellie. Eventually, the shopkeeper, a kind old man, would send him on his way, only for Olden to return, several hours later. Olden knew that this goldfish was special. What he didn’t know, was that this goldfish was actually magic. As long as it was loved and cared for, it would live forever. The shopkeeper knew this secret, and watched the kids carefully, looking for which one he thought would be the owner. And to deter unwanted people from buying it in the meantime, he set the fish at an incredibly high price.
As Olden kept coming back, hour after hour, day after day, week after week, the shopkeeper saw that this was the most dedicated kid he had ever seen. And so one night, as Olden sat outside the store, telling Ellie all about the days events, the old man opened the door ever so slightly, and whispered, "Hey, kid. C'mon inside, I got a deal for you." After Olden had come inside, the shopkeeper quietly shut the door, and ushered the kid into a backroom, and left for several minutes. Olden waited patiently, but inside, he was itching to find out what it was the the shopkeeper had in store for him. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the shopkeeper returned, cradling something in his wrinkled hands. It was the Goldfish. The shopkeeper bent over, and told the kid all about the secret of the goldfish. As the kid listened enchanted, the shopkeeper repeated all that he had been told, on that one fateful day.
"It was raining outside. I had just closed shop, and was sweeping up, when I heard a knock on the door. I went over, and opened the door, and yelled, we're closed, out, when I realized that no one was there. However, they had left a bowl and an envelope. Inside the bowl was a fish, the very fish you see before you. And inside the envelope was a letter, explaining that this was a magic goldfish, and would live forever, as long as it was treated well, and loved. That was 50 years ago, and the goldfish has lived longer than any goldfish I've ever seen. If I give you this goldfish, will you love it, and treat it well?"
"Oh yes, oh yes.", Olden replied. And he meant it too. So the shopkeeper gave him the goldfish, and sent him on his way. However, as Olden made his way home, he tripped and fell, and hit his head on the sidewalk. He got up, sore and a little fuzzy, but was able to make his way home, and into bed.
The next day, Olden woke up with a terrible headache, and no memory of what had happened to him the day before. He looked to his side, and saw the Goldfish.
"Oh", he said, "I must have bought that goldfish yesterday". He was so proud that he was the one to buy the fish, or Ellie, that he ran around the neighborhood, announcing it to everyone he met. And everyone wanted to see it. And the goldfish thrived. So many kids flocked his house, to see his goldfish, that he set a rule, one at a time. And the goldfish still thrived. Eventually, he got so jealous that he had been the one to buy it, yet all the kids could still see it, he made it off limits to everyone but his best friends. And the goldfish still thrived. Then, he set the limit at family. And the goldfish started to droop. As he became more and more convinced that he was the one who bought it, and it was his, he moved it to his room, so no one else could see it. And the goldfish drooped further. One of Olden's best friends decided that he wanted to see Ellie, so when Olden wasn’t home, he snuck in and sat on Olden's bed staring at Ellie. Unfortunately, Olden came home, and caught his friend doing this unthinkable act, and decided Ellie wasn’t safe there. So he locked the fishbowl in a box, and put it in the highest shelf in his closet. After he put it up there, he locked the closet.
"There", he said, "Now its finally safe, and it will stay the same forever". And with that, he went downstairs. As Olden was walking down the stairs, he tripped, and fell down, hitting his head on the bottom. Suddenly, Olden could remember everything, down to the word.
"Oh no" he cried, "The fish!" But it was too late. Ellie lay floating on the top of the water, dead from lack of love.
Olden tried to go get a new one, but the shopkeeper wouldn’t sell him anymore. And for as long as he lived, Olden never forgot his secret goldfish.
Reflection
This story correlates to Holden and Catcher in the Rye in many ways. Olden is a metaphor for Holden, because Olden wants his goldfish to stay the same, just like how Holden is obsessed with childhood, and things staying the same. Ellie is a metaphor for Allie, because Olden loved Ellie, like how Holden loved Allie, and never forgot him.

Comic Life

Last Goodbyes: A short story

Last Goodbyes
"Colin, I want you to come home for a second", my mom says through my cell phone, "I want you to say goodbye." Its sort of a tradition of mine. You see, I've lived in 8 houses so far, and as long as I can remember, I've walked through each room, saying goodbye to each in turn.
"I'll be right there, mom", I reply, hanging up the phone. I excuse myself from the room, and head about three houses down to my house. That was the beauty of my neighborhood. There were about four kids my age, all within several houses from me. I have never had that since.
As I walk home, I reflect on how this year has gone. It started out slow, in an apartment building. We moved there in August, right before school had started. My family has lived almost everywhere you can think of. I was born in Connecticut, and then moved to Houston, Texas when I was less than a year old. From there, the next stop was Saint Louis, Missouri, when I was about 10. Then, one year later, we hit Fort Collins, Colorado. A typical conversation goes like this:
"So where you from?", they’ll ask. "I was born in Connecticut, Moved to Texas, then Missouri, then Colorado". "Oh, your dad must be in the military". Actually, my dad is a doctor. He did his training and residency and fellowship and stuff. But don’t ask my dad about it. He's pretty touchy about it. I'm not saying he's mean, or that his strict (actually…), just that he's touchy about certain things. Nearing my house, I remember the good and bad. Snow was definitely a plus, and so was the neighborhood. This winter, I had the biggest goddamn surprise of my life. Started out as a normal phony dinner.
"So, Colin, how was your day?"
"Good"
"Anything special happen"
"Nope"
"If you could live anywhere, where would it be?" My mom asked. Now what could she mean by that?
"Florida maybe. New Jersey. New York. I don’t know"
"How about Hawaii?" That took me by surprise. The next few months went by in a blur-School-Sports-Snow-Spring, all of a sudden, here I am, on my last night in Colorado. Tomorrow we are taking a flight, nonstop Continental to Hawaii.
I open the door to my grand house. 3 floors, 5 bedrooms, 4 bath, 4000 sq feet. By tomorrow I'll be in my 2 bed 1 bath apartment, sharing a bedroom with my little brother. Goodbye, foyer. And I systematically move through each room, saying goodbye. Goodbye Bedroom, Bye bathroom, Bye Study, Bye mom's room. As I finish up, I pause for a moment. This will be the last time that I ever set foot in this house.
"Colin, Mason called, he's wondering whats taking so long." I'm sleeping over at my friends house, Mason. My parents will pick me up in the morning, and then its off to the airport. As I leave the house, I turn one last time.
"Goodbye house"
I like the part about your dad. It was very Holden-like. I give you a 24 out of 25. Some parts didn't flow.

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