Oliver- General plot summary and Summary of literary devices
Kailey- Description of the main characters and explanation of the theme
Makenna- Hoe the conflict shapes the story and Expan what the story teaches us about the human experience
Evan- How the setting provides an appropriate backdrop and connection or visualization 

Talk show- involving Dr.Phil

Choice #2 If there were ever to be a zombie apocalypse on this earth, it would take a lot of planning to survive. There are a lot of aspects to think about, and a detailed plan is the best way to be prepared for such an occurrence. My personal plan would be quite elaborate. If the world was invaded by a zombie virus that infected hordes of people, my first step in the plan would be to steal a car (if it is necessary) and drive to the ferry that travels from Northport to my home on Washington Island. Being on a land mass completely surrounded by water would proves to be effective because as far as I know, zombies have been depicted as not being able to swim. Once I have gotten to the island, I would tell everybody about the outbreak if they didn't already know, and that we need to board up and shut down every port or dock that is able to land a boat. If it just so happens that the zombies find a way onto a boat and get onto the heavily barricaded docks, then my plan goes into full effect. I would round up a group of my closest friends, those that I can trust to not get infected, and that I can trust to keep their cool if things do get down and dirty. My father has at least 5 shotguns in his workshop that he has acquired over the years, and he uses them to hunt deer. I would use them to hunt some zombie. My dad is also a carpenter, so his toolbox includes several chainsaws and other sharp instruments that can be used to handle wood. These tools would become my arsenal against the zombie army. In my select group of zombie-killing maniacs, I would make sure each of us had at least one gun, maybe two if they can carry it. One gun to carry and the other on your back just in case. We would each have plenty of ammo strapped to our chests, around our waists, and in sacks on our sides. We would carry thick clothing that would act as armor, and each of us would carry some weapon we could swing around for close combat, a.k.a. a chainsaw, ax, machete, etc. Our band would try our best to protect our families, ourselves, and others on the island from the zombie apocalypse to the best of our ability. If the island got so infected that we were constantly on the run and we were greatly outnumbered, I would direct our team to the grocery store, where we would stock up on food and drink. Then to the hardware store we would go and steal anything that we needed to protect ourselves. Finally, we would take all of our supplies and put them in one of our houses and board up and barricade all of the entrances. There we would stay and fight off the zombies and wait the epidemic out until it ended or all the zombies were gone, which might take a while. I've actually thought about this topic a lot in my own time just for fun, and am convinced that this plan would be successful and evade any kind of zombie apocalypse.

Although I was far too young to remember the actual event of the attack on the Twin Towers on September 11 in detail, I can still recall a feeling of despair in the room I was in at that point. In 2001, I was about 4 and a half years old the exact date of the attack. Most of what I remember from that day was fuzzy, but at the time I was in my preschool classroom. It was like any other day for me, but suddenly the teacher told us to stop whatever we were doing and gather around the TV. The majority of what I remember includes two buildings on the screen. There were two trails of smoke billowing out of each one. The teacher explained to us that this was a very terrible thing that happened, and was was caused by very bad people. Probably many good people were going to be gone. My young mind was too primitive to understand what was happening, but now, I'm able to figure it out and understand.  I personally believe that 9/11 was a very horrendous thing that happened to our country. Why someone would be so twisted that they choose to attack two buildings full of innocent civilians is beyond me. If Osama bin Laden wanted to attack someone, which I wish he wouldn't in the first place, let it be those who are attacking him, not those who have nothing to do with it. I agree with the course of action that was taken by the U.S., maybe not in the exact way we did it, but an intervention was necessary. 9/11 was a tragic event in our nation's history, and that date along with all of those who lost their lives deserve to be remembered for years to come.

Choice #3 Deep in the heart of the Amazon jungle lived an ancient race of native beings called the Nimori tribe. Within the tribe there were a series of various families that lived in their village. There were the Juks, Sumkas, Milaros, Tibagos, Timbets, Shikarchis, Mumbanals, Ragastapins, and about 7 to 8 other families. The tribe had a very old and very wise shaman that provided healing and guidance to the entire village. The sense of community was great among the families, sharing many of their resources with each other, never stealing or disrespecting each other. The entire village, its adults, children, and even animals, which included pigs, dogs, and even rats, acted like one big family. Like any family, there were a set of rules that everyone was expected to follow. Some of the basic rules included not stealing from one another, ask before you borrow, respect one another, the usual rules that families abide by. There was one rule, though, that was rather strange. There was a pond near the village of the Nimori tribe, but this was no ordinary pond. It was spoke of to be an evil pond, one that would transform any good person that fell into it into a beast, a demon with evil power that blinded them to attack anyone near them, no matter who they were. Foreign objects would often float to the surface of this pond, from where nobody knew. The rule stated that no one would hunt, trap, gather, or even travel near this treacherous pond. Each family paid close attention to this rule, and the children were taught to stay away, and most of the time they did so. Except in the case of one Nimori boy by the name of Solan Ragastapin. One fine day in the wilderness, Solan decided to go hunting. He crept up on a jaguar he found, but not being the most skilled hunter because of his age, he startled the animal. The jaguar began chasing him, and before he knew it, Solan was sprinting through the jungle to escape the angered jungle cat. The jungle grew thick for a moment, and Solan couldn't see where he was going. He felt the ground become cool on his feet, and slippery, almost water-like. It was too late before Solan realized it was the pond he was falling into. He sank into its depths quickly, without another word. It was not until the friend he was hunting with, Burak, came around the pond looking for him, calling his name, that Solan emerged, eyes black as the night, full of evil. Solan hands and feet had grown and turned white, his body had grown as well. Shocked, Burak could barely move as Solan continued to get out of the water. Only when Solan began to attack Burak did he know that this was no longer his friend, and he needed to fight his way to safety. The two friends battled each other, Burak for his life, and Solan with blind hate. Most of the fight included Burak running ahead of Solan, and being tripped, having to fight his way up and ahead of Solan until he made it to the village. He was just within the walls of the village when he got tripped up again by Solan and was forced to fight way away, except this time, he had back up. The men of the village had heard Burak screaming for help as he ran for the village, and were ready for Solan. They leapt on him, one man to each limb, and wrangled and pinned him to the ground. It was still hard for four men to do so, the evil within Solan was strong. The shaman of the village climbed upon Solan, performing a ritual he had only had to do once before when something similar had happened. Solan twisted, shook, twitched, tried to get away from his captivity, but he was held good under the strength of the four strongest men in the village. It took several hours of chanting, praying, and herbal remedies before any sign of recovery was show in Solan. From then on he cooperated better, and the villagers could tell the the good in Solan was fighting for freedom from this demon inside him. Another several hours went by, the crowd of villagers patiently waiting, and Solan was himself again. The evil spirit had gone, and he was now at peace. He apologized to Burak for attacking him, and thanked all those who were involved in securing him, especially the shaman. Solan owed his life to him. Solan grew up to be a great hunter, and raised a family of his own. His favorite thing to tell his children from that day forward was to never ever go near the pond. He knew firsthand the terrible consequences of simply not paying attention to his direction in the woods.

Author Bio

Hello blogging world, my name is Oliver, and this is my blog. I was born in Northern Wisconsin around 15 and a half years ago. I grew up in a homely yellow house with my family, which consists of my Mom, Dad, two sisters, and one brother, me being the youngest in my family. I began school in preschool at the age of 4, and have been enrolled in my very small local school ever since. Just this past year, I have moved not far off from my hometown, and have now been enrolled in a larger high school. I look forward to my new experiences that I will have here, including the many opportunities that I am offered that I wasn't at my old one. I enjoy listening to and finding new music, spending time with family and friends, and playing sports, especially basketball. This is it for today, but more posts are to come in the near future. Talk to you soon.