Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Sonnet Analysis
Kainoa Crowell
Victory
As I step on the field preparing for war
I think about the game I am about to play
I think of it as a pleasure, not as a chore
We prepare for these games everyday
I worked hard for this moment, can’t let it go
The whistle blows and the battle is on
Most of the game, the scoring was low
Needed a touchdown soon, we threw it to Sean
He caught the ball and ran it to the end zone
This touchdown would be the winning one
Our team celebrated in a triumphant tone
The bus ride back, we shared jokes and had some fun
The feeling of victory is oh so sweet
The greatest thrill that can never be beat
The only thing that makes up for working out vigorously for 12 months, non-stop is the reward of winning a game. The challenge in every game ever created is to win. Especially in football, victory is so special because you work so hard to prepare for the games and you give it your all during the game. If you lose, you feel like you did all of that labor for nothing, you feel deflated. But if you win, you are ecstatic, you know that all the strenuous work you have done was well worth it. This poem, in particular, is about one of my football games from last years football season. We were playing a tough St. Louis team and the game was exciting to the very end.
My beginning lines of my sonnet talk about how, whenever I step onto the football field, I mentally prepare for a game it like it is a war. I think of my team as my army fighting against the opposition, the army we fight for is the Punahou army. I think to myself what is my assignment and what I need to get done in this game. And like a weathered veteran who has been in many battles before I think of this game, this battle, as a pleasure, not as a job that I was forced to do. Also, like in any army, I worked hard for this battle and this game and I am in it to win. I worked tedious hours every day, training to lead my team to victory, I cannot let all I have learned slip away from me. I need to use those skills and put them to work to win this thing.
The second part of this sonnet talks about the actual game. The defense held the offense to no points for both teams for the duration of the game. By about half time my teammates and I knew this was going to be a tough game. We went out the second half fired up and ready to demolish. However we were shutdown the whole third quarter and the score remained zero to zero. The fourth quarter started slow then about half way through it, the Crusaders kicked a field goal that put them up 3-0. We never lost hope and continued on in our fighting, trying to beat these guys. The final quarter was coming to an end and we need to score or we would lose the game. Our coach decided that we should give the ball to one of our playmakers and star wide receiver Sean McFadden. Sean was famous for his amazing catches that came at clutch situations such as the one at hand. He was getting shutdown all day but he was due for a big catch. We threw the ball up to him near the end zone and he caught it. He ran it to the end zone for the touchdown. The final touchdown of the game that eventually gave us the win. The greatest wins of all are the ones you had to work hard for and this game was very much so one of those games.
The final part of my sonnet talks about the sweet feeling of victory. Winning in any game at any level is always a good feeling. However you cannot just expect to slack off and not practice then expect to win a game. In football my team had to work very hard daily for nearly 5 months. All this work, is helping us to prepare to win. Hard work also contributes to the excellent feeling of victory because you feel like the work you put in really contributed to winning the game and your performance. However a team cannot win only. Good teams learn a lot not from winning lots of games, but actually by losing. By losing, they know what they have done wrong and they can adjust it. So no matter how much losing sucks and how phenomenal winning is, losing a game is so crucial because you can learn from you did wrong and become a better team. Although losing can teach you a lot, the bottom line is you always strive to win and when you capture it, it is the sweetest accomplishment of them all.
Victory
As I step on the field preparing for war
I think about the game I am about to play
I think of it as a pleasure, not as a chore
We prepare for these games everyday
I worked hard for this moment, can’t let it go
The whistle blows and the battle is on
Most of the game, the scoring was low
Needed a touchdown soon, we threw it to Sean
He caught the ball and ran it to the end zone
This touchdown would be the winning one
Our team celebrated in a triumphant tone
The bus ride back, we shared jokes and had some fun
The feeling of victory is oh so sweet
The greatest thrill that can never be beat
The only thing that makes up for working out vigorously for 12 months, non-stop is the reward of winning a game. The challenge in every game ever created is to win. Especially in football, victory is so special because you work so hard to prepare for the games and you give it your all during the game. If you lose, you feel like you did all of that labor for nothing, you feel deflated. But if you win, you are ecstatic, you know that all the strenuous work you have done was well worth it. This poem, in particular, is about one of my football games from last years football season. We were playing a tough St. Louis team and the game was exciting to the very end.
My beginning lines of my sonnet talk about how, whenever I step onto the football field, I mentally prepare for a game it like it is a war. I think of my team as my army fighting against the opposition, the army we fight for is the Punahou army. I think to myself what is my assignment and what I need to get done in this game. And like a weathered veteran who has been in many battles before I think of this game, this battle, as a pleasure, not as a job that I was forced to do. Also, like in any army, I worked hard for this battle and this game and I am in it to win. I worked tedious hours every day, training to lead my team to victory, I cannot let all I have learned slip away from me. I need to use those skills and put them to work to win this thing.
The second part of this sonnet talks about the actual game. The defense held the offense to no points for both teams for the duration of the game. By about half time my teammates and I knew this was going to be a tough game. We went out the second half fired up and ready to demolish. However we were shutdown the whole third quarter and the score remained zero to zero. The fourth quarter started slow then about half way through it, the Crusaders kicked a field goal that put them up 3-0. We never lost hope and continued on in our fighting, trying to beat these guys. The final quarter was coming to an end and we need to score or we would lose the game. Our coach decided that we should give the ball to one of our playmakers and star wide receiver Sean McFadden. Sean was famous for his amazing catches that came at clutch situations such as the one at hand. He was getting shutdown all day but he was due for a big catch. We threw the ball up to him near the end zone and he caught it. He ran it to the end zone for the touchdown. The final touchdown of the game that eventually gave us the win. The greatest wins of all are the ones you had to work hard for and this game was very much so one of those games.
The final part of my sonnet talks about the sweet feeling of victory. Winning in any game at any level is always a good feeling. However you cannot just expect to slack off and not practice then expect to win a game. In football my team had to work very hard daily for nearly 5 months. All this work, is helping us to prepare to win. Hard work also contributes to the excellent feeling of victory because you feel like the work you put in really contributed to winning the game and your performance. However a team cannot win only. Good teams learn a lot not from winning lots of games, but actually by losing. By losing, they know what they have done wrong and they can adjust it. So no matter how much losing sucks and how phenomenal winning is, losing a game is so crucial because you can learn from you did wrong and become a better team. Although losing can teach you a lot, the bottom line is you always strive to win and when you capture it, it is the sweetest accomplishment of them all.
Monday, April 2, 2007
Sonnet
Victory
As I step on the field preparing for war
I think about the game I am about to play
I think of it as a pleasure, not as a chore
We prepare for these games everyday
I worked hard for this moment, can’t let it go
The whistle blows and the battle is on
Most of the game, the scoring was low
Needed a touchdown soon, we threw it to Sean
He caught the ball and ran it to the end zone
This touchdown would be the winning one
Our team celebrated in a triumphant tone
The bus ride back, we shared jokes and had some fun
The feeling of victory is oh so sweet
The greatest thrill that can never be beat
As I step on the field preparing for war
I think about the game I am about to play
I think of it as a pleasure, not as a chore
We prepare for these games everyday
I worked hard for this moment, can’t let it go
The whistle blows and the battle is on
Most of the game, the scoring was low
Needed a touchdown soon, we threw it to Sean
He caught the ball and ran it to the end zone
This touchdown would be the winning one
Our team celebrated in a triumphant tone
The bus ride back, we shared jokes and had some fun
The feeling of victory is oh so sweet
The greatest thrill that can never be beat
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Heritage Paper
Mayflower
It was a stormy September night in England, where 102 passengers and crew sat patiently aboard a ship awaiting departure. The year was 1620, and these people were in search of a new life, a new beginning. The ship they stood on was called the Mayflower. The Mayflower was a large, sturdy boat, but has never been on more of a vigorous voyage than the one which lied ahead of it. She was about to depart across the Atlantic Ocean to the new land, where the eager pilgrims would hopefully start their new lives and make families. A crewmember stepped down where all the passengers were loaded and yelled, “We’re on our way.” With that, the wooden boards rumbled beneath their feet and they were on their way to the promise land.
Among these passengers was a man named Richard Warren. He was a middle-aged merchant from England who was in search of a better life than he had in England. He had 7 children and was married. However, they were to stay at home, in England. As he sat there in the crowded ship he thought about his life in the future and what it was like in the new land. He looked at all the other passengers on the ship and saw hopeful faces. He knew this wasn’t going to be an easy journey but he saw good things in the future and laid back to rest.
The voyage was not a pleasant journey. Many got sicknesses and some eventually died. They had minimal food supplies and no medicine at all. If someone got sick, it was bad, because it would spread throughout the boat and become and epidemic within a small area. At one point when Richard thought he had caught one of the deadly diseases he turned to a fellow shipmate and told him that if he were to die, to tell his family to move to the new land where they would find a better life. His sickness was only minor, though, and he survived. The ship never turned back, they kept going on their journey to their new life where they believed things would be better. Richard resisted the sicknesses and everyday he prayed that the journey was almost over and that his family was still alright. For 66 long days they endured this journey and at last, they reached their destination. Once they saw land Richard was filled with joy and ambition for the life he was to embark on. He turned to young man standing next to him and said, “It’s going to be a long journey starting a new life her in this land.” The man just nodded and stared forward at the empty lands. They landed on Plymouth Rock and settled in Cape Cod.
When they reached the land, they called it New England. Richard was right it was a tough journey once they got there. They got caught in a wicked winter season of 1620 through 1621. It was so wicked that it eventually killed many of the immigrants from the harsh weather or from deadly sicknesses. There were only 45 settlers who celebrated the giant feast with Native Indians the following fall. A feast otherwise known as Thanksgiving. A holiday which Americans celebrate every year. One of these 45 survivors was Richard Warren who had withstood the brutal winter. His family later joined him in America and he and his wife had 2 more children. He died in 1628, 8 years after arriving in this new land. His family stayed in America and kept his legacy alive.
My grandma on my mom’s side is a descendant of Richard Warren and is a member of the Mayflower society. A society of which you have to prove that you are a descendant of someone who journeyed on the Mayflower to be a member. She used to educate children about the journey of the Mayflower and still contributes to the Mayflower society at 85 years old. I, myself, am very thankful that Richard successfully made the journey to America where he established a better place to raise his family.
It was a stormy September night in England, where 102 passengers and crew sat patiently aboard a ship awaiting departure. The year was 1620, and these people were in search of a new life, a new beginning. The ship they stood on was called the Mayflower. The Mayflower was a large, sturdy boat, but has never been on more of a vigorous voyage than the one which lied ahead of it. She was about to depart across the Atlantic Ocean to the new land, where the eager pilgrims would hopefully start their new lives and make families. A crewmember stepped down where all the passengers were loaded and yelled, “We’re on our way.” With that, the wooden boards rumbled beneath their feet and they were on their way to the promise land.
Among these passengers was a man named Richard Warren. He was a middle-aged merchant from England who was in search of a better life than he had in England. He had 7 children and was married. However, they were to stay at home, in England. As he sat there in the crowded ship he thought about his life in the future and what it was like in the new land. He looked at all the other passengers on the ship and saw hopeful faces. He knew this wasn’t going to be an easy journey but he saw good things in the future and laid back to rest.
The voyage was not a pleasant journey. Many got sicknesses and some eventually died. They had minimal food supplies and no medicine at all. If someone got sick, it was bad, because it would spread throughout the boat and become and epidemic within a small area. At one point when Richard thought he had caught one of the deadly diseases he turned to a fellow shipmate and told him that if he were to die, to tell his family to move to the new land where they would find a better life. His sickness was only minor, though, and he survived. The ship never turned back, they kept going on their journey to their new life where they believed things would be better. Richard resisted the sicknesses and everyday he prayed that the journey was almost over and that his family was still alright. For 66 long days they endured this journey and at last, they reached their destination. Once they saw land Richard was filled with joy and ambition for the life he was to embark on. He turned to young man standing next to him and said, “It’s going to be a long journey starting a new life her in this land.” The man just nodded and stared forward at the empty lands. They landed on Plymouth Rock and settled in Cape Cod.
When they reached the land, they called it New England. Richard was right it was a tough journey once they got there. They got caught in a wicked winter season of 1620 through 1621. It was so wicked that it eventually killed many of the immigrants from the harsh weather or from deadly sicknesses. There were only 45 settlers who celebrated the giant feast with Native Indians the following fall. A feast otherwise known as Thanksgiving. A holiday which Americans celebrate every year. One of these 45 survivors was Richard Warren who had withstood the brutal winter. His family later joined him in America and he and his wife had 2 more children. He died in 1628, 8 years after arriving in this new land. His family stayed in America and kept his legacy alive.
My grandma on my mom’s side is a descendant of Richard Warren and is a member of the Mayflower society. A society of which you have to prove that you are a descendant of someone who journeyed on the Mayflower to be a member. She used to educate children about the journey of the Mayflower and still contributes to the Mayflower society at 85 years old. I, myself, am very thankful that Richard successfully made the journey to America where he established a better place to raise his family.
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