Snow White

*This is an Analysis of Snow White and its Literature Mode

The movie Snow White is a very romantic piece.  It starts with a conflict (hint hint) of her stepmother, the Queen, asking her mirror this question:  "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?"  The mirror replies that Snow White is the fairest, instead of her, which causes her to become very jealous.  So a hunter comes to kill her, but cannot do it because she is too beautiful, and sends her into the woods to hide.  There, she immediatly befriends all the woodland animals and the dwarfs that live there, who invite her to stay at her house and keep her safe from her evil stepmother.  The Queen tries to kill her again with a poison apple, and succeeds, but when trying to escape from the vengeful seven dwarfs, a boulder falls on top of her, and she dies. Of course, her true love, who has been looking far and wide for her, comes and saves the day with true loves kiss, (love conquers all evil) and they run off and get married.  (Ends in marriage, birth, ect.)  Some other things that make this movie romantic is that Snow White is a sweet, innocent, young princess who can do no wrong, and the movie is very unrealistic.  Examples of this are when Snow immediatly befriends the animals and lets them snuggle up to her, when in real life, most woodland creatures are fiercely protective of themselves and their young, possibly rabid, and don't smell very pleasant, how the seven dwarfs are singing in the mines, having a great time, when in reality mining is one of the most dangerous and dirty jobs ever, and the Queen preforming  magic spells to turn herself into an old lady and an apple to poison. 

Lightning

{This is a Stream of Conciousness journal entry}

 

The willow tree's long branches thrash around madly, and rain is pelting down from the sky, through the branches, in 40 degree weather.  Lightning strikes, illuminating the sky in a florescent blue-ish white, terrifying me, yet mesmerizing me at the same time.  The thunder crashes loudly, and it rumbles on and on, lasting at least half a minute, although it seems as though it lasted a lifetime.   I smile with the pleasure of the storm, its 45 MPH winds whipping my hair around my face, threatening to blow me away.  I strip off my rain poncho and hoodie, so I'm standing under this weeping willow, in just a T-shirt and jeans.  I feel the cold instantly- the temperature threatens to freeze me, but that's nothing a toasty fire, some blankets, and a hot bowl of chicken noodle soup can't fix.  I step out into the rain, and am immediately drenched and cold as can be.  And I love it.  I love the feel of the ice cold rain, pelting against my skin, soaking me to the bone, and the dangerously strong winds knocking into me.  I love the sensation of purity, like the rain is washing away all my insanity, anger, rage, sorrow, hopelessness.   I close my eyes and spread my arms out, opening myself to the clouds above, urging them to rain harder.  I start to laugh from pleasure as I spin in circles, enveloped in pure joy and peace of mind.  Then, even through my eyelids, I see a blinding flash of white light, and then every single particle of my existence burns.  I feel as though I'm being fried.  The pain is so intense, worse than anything I've felt before.  This lasted but a second, but it seemed to drag on for eternity.  Right then, I learned why it's so dangerous to stand outside when lightning is flashing and thunder is booming.  I collapsed, dead.    

Who's on First?

I don't know if any of you guys have ever seen this short clip, but it's so hilarious!  It's called Who's On First?
http://www.teachertube.com/viewVideo.php?video_id=170045&title=Whos_on_first