Turkey Break!

So, I am sitting at home on a Saturday night, and I decided to be productive and go ahead and write my blog. It’s about my Thanksgiving break which, if you asked me, could have been MUCH longer. It started off with us getting beaten by our “hometown rivals”. If you ask me, Person High School isn't much of rival when it comes to anything but sports. Their lack of sportsmanship and class was indescribable. I mean, seriously, who holds up newspapers and “boos” the other team as their coming out of the locker rooms? Oh, that’s right, PERSON DOES. The students who held up the newspapers were just asking to get a beat down. It was derogatory and un-called for. You’re a 4A school so gradually you would beat RCS, a 1A school. Tons of people on Twitter said, “Your school size doesn't matter, 4A is just to describe how many people are in your school.” No, school size doesn't matter, but it sure as crap makes a difference when you’re looking for talent. Another thing, when you’re up by oh I don’t know, let’s say 50 POINTS, there is no need for your team to continue dunking the ball, because it’s demeaning to the other team. RCS boy’s walked out of the Person Gym not being able to talk because they were so mad. I have never hated Person so much. They just suck at life if you ask me. I would just like to personally say, congrats to Person, they successfully murdered the hopes and dreams of other student athletes at RCS. I hope you are all super happy with yourselves, because you’re all on my ex-list now (consider yourselves warned).
After the bitter game between Person and RCS, I spent the rest of the week in the mountains visiting family for Christmas. I learned that my dad’s side of the family never changes. They’re always such boring people. I mean, I love them and everything, but I don’t think I could have dealt with another day of being around them. If it’s any proof of how bored I was, I read a 400 page book while I was at my Aunt Paula’s house.
My break ends with me writing this blog while watching the last ever episode of iCarly on Nickelodeon. I’m officially bawling my eyes out because it’s just so sad. Oh, and good news! I haven’t heard from my “bully” all break! I’m pretty sure she still wants me in a body cast, but hey, at least I don’t have to deal with her anymore. Anyway! I hope your break was fabulous Ms. Wright! I’ll be seeing you at school on Monday (sad face that we have to go back).

Person County Museum (GASP)

When I visited the Person County Museum (who knew we had a museum, right?), each of the journalism students were told to pick a person that they found interesting. For me, Captain Edward Fletcher Satterfield caught my attention. First of all, because I had never heard of him before, and who doesn’t love to learn about someone who you don’t know? It turns out that Captain Satterfield led a pretty boring life until he fought in the civil war.

Captain Edward Fletcher Satterfield was just being his senior year of college at the University of North Carolina when the Civil War began. He was a soldier in the 55^th North Carolina Infantry. Satterfield was commissioned a 2^nd Lieutenant on May 10, 1861. Satterfield died on July 3, 1863, during the battle of Pickett’s Charge at Gettysburg in Pennsylvania. He was shot right as he was approaching the Union line just south of the Bryan Buildings. There is a monument dedicated in his honor, on the court house lawn in Roxboro. Satterfield’s body was never recovered; however he will always be remembered as the man who carried the Confederate Flag furthest during that great battle.

Through my visit to the Person County Museum, I learned about the life and journey of Captain Satterfield. An interesting man, and had I not been to our museum I would have never known of his existence; which I think is pretty sad. He was a cool guy, an important guy. However, no one knows of him or his accomplishment because they don’t venture to the Person County Museum. I think as a Person County citizen, you should at least venture to our museum and see the history of our county. This man carried a flag, who knows what others did? 

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

“Boulevard of Broken Dreams”

First off, the only word that comes to my mind is wow. After listening to this song carefully and analyzing every lyric, all I can think is “Did I pick a depressing song to blog about or what”? Obviously “I walk a lonely road” represents the hollowness and sadness felt in his voice. This song to me, talks about a man who has pushed everyone who has ever cared about him away. He walks alone because there is no one who is willing to stand beside him. “My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating.” His life is the road that he constantly walks; aimlessly trying to find a way back to the person he used to be. It’s as if he is the walking dead because his life doesn't feel real to him, almost resembling some sort of dream, or a parallel universe where he’s the only one living there.  His life has been full of continuous dreams, all broken by his fear of letting anyone ever get close to him.

 Like every other teenager out there, I can relate to this song. You’re walking without knowing a destination, or where you will end up next. He feels lost and incomplete, with only the company of his own self as he walks down a depressing path. I feel that if he had his life to do over again, he wouldn't have pushed so many people away, and then no one would have to find him because he wouldn't be walking alone.

Literary Devices

“Boulevard of Broken Dreams” is a metaphor used to describe someone’s life being damaged for a long time by having his dreams shattered.

“I walk this empty street on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams, where the city sleeps and I’m the only one and I walk alone” this is to represent the mood of the song which is remorseful and gloomy.