Promiscous Girls

     The girls at Princess Margaret set a perfect example of how girls should act. While walking through the halls hearing all the girls talking about how drunk they got on the weekend and their "accidents" with certain people is so excellent to hear. It's so nice to know that the girls in our school set a wonderful reputation for our school, being known as trashy party girls. I hope all the girls in every school are like the ones here! Being easy is always the best way to get boyfriends, by the end of the school year, most girls can go through about 20 boyfriends, even though most don't last more then a week. The girls here enjoy stealing items from stores such as Walmart and Dollar Giant in their free time. I commemorate them for getting what they want by being sneaky, it's clearly the best thing to do. All in all, the girls at Maggie, have a wonderful reputation, that all girls should want to live up to.

I turned around looking at a man in disgust. There is nothing in this world that bugs me as much as people trying to look like a cowboy, when they really have no reason too! A real cowboys face looks like hard worked leather, but he had the skin of a baby. He carried around a gun to try to prove himself. This man had no idea what he was doing. I thought to myself, "Why do people even bother showing there faces at a rodeo, if they're are just going to stand there like a poser?" His fake unshaped cowboy hat, and tacky western shirt, which really didn't look like a western shirt, finished off his entire terrible look. I was highly disappointed to see someone like him. But at the same time he looked like a miserable man, with the look of a pitbull on his face, so from that I decided not to waste another moment of my life looking at this man.

Song Analysis

Plowin' these fields in the hot summer sun
Over by the gate lordy here she comes
With a basket full of chicken and a big cold jug of sweet tea
I make a little room and she climbs on up
Open up the throttle and stir a little dust
Just look at her face she ain't a foolin' me

She thinks my tractor's sexy
It really turns her on
She's always starin' at me
While I'm chuggin' along
She likes the way it's pullin' while we're tillin' up the land
She's even kind of crazy 'bout my farmer's tan
She's the only one who really understands what gets me
She thinks my tractor's sexy

We ride back and forth 'til we run out of light
Take it to the barn put it up for the night

Climb up in the loft sit and talk with the radio on
She said she's got a dream and I asked what it is
She wants a little farm and a yard full of kids
And one more teeny weeny ride before I take her home

She thinks my tractor's sexy
It really turns her on
She's always starin' at me
While I'm chuggin' along
She likes the way it's pullin' while we're tillin' up the land
She's even kind of crazy 'bout my farmer's tan
She's the only one who really understands what gets me
She thinks my tractor's sexy

Well she ain't into cars or pickup trucks
But if it runs like a Deere man her eyes light up

She thinks my tractor's
She thinks my tractor's sexy
It really turns her on
She's always starin' at me
While I'm chuggin' along
She likes the way it's pullin' while we're tillin' up the land
She's even kind of crazy 'bout my farmer's tan
She's the only one who really understands what gets me

She thinks my tractor's sexy
She thinks my tractor's sexy
She thinks my tractor's sexy



Beyond the ridiculous title "She Thinks my Tractor's Sexy" by Kenny Chesney, the song is bursting with poetic devices. Parallel Structure is throughout the entire song repeating the lines "She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy." Considering the song is sung from the mouth of a redneck, talking "bout' [his] farmers tan" the whole song is written with informal language. "It really turns her on, she's always starin' at me, while i'm chuggin' along," sets the mood as very light and humorous. The third stanza in the song has meter, the lines alternate by having 10 syllables and 11 syllables. The phrase "teeny weeny" is an example of internal rhyme through one line. The chorus of the song is free verse, there is no rhyme or meter within it.

I. AM. MYSTICAL.

Dear person who reads the college applications,

I am a mystical being, often found riding unicorns with Harry Potter, while fighting Lord Voldemort. In one day I have wooed thousands or woman with my sexy tractor. In one week I have taught a llama to play the banjo. In one month I have sent over 5000 text messages.

Occasionally I defeat large troops of dementors, using only a toothpick, on my lunch hour. On Mondays I do pilates with my cat. On Wednesdays I help the poor and unfortunate. On Thursdays I go cow-tipping with Megan Fox. On Saturdays I run to Australia and back just to stay in shape.

Twitter is not necessary in my life, because I am already following you. The face in Facebook is my face.

On my Journey to Germany, I froliced through a forest, I ate Schnitzel, and I found Hitler. On my way back to Canada from Germany I found platform 9 and 3/4, I didn't go through the wall to get to the train, the wall went around me.

My intelligence sparkles more then Edward Cullen's skin, my confidence shines more then the bald head of Mr. VanCamp and my punctuality glistens stronger then a rooster in the morning.

If this application doesn't woo you people, i'm sure my tractor will.

Punctuation Situation

     "IT'S 4 IN THE MORNING!" screamed Hermione, "WHERE WERE YOU ALL NIGHT?"
     "I was lingering around the bar, what does it even matter to you?" exclaimed Ronald in a miserable voice.
     Hermione gave him the most evil glare as she hissed at him, "Well considering I am your wife, do you not think I should know where you are at 4am!"
     "You have absolutely no say on where I am or what i'm doing" muttered Ronald, "it's my bloody life!"
     "If you would just communicate with me there wouldn't be as many issues, but if you continue on just coming home at whatever time your little heart desires, with out telling me, this marriage will be over."
     "So if that's how it's going to be we might as well end it right now!" growled Ronald under his breath.
     Hermione stared at him and noted "It wouldn't even as been so bad if you didn't get home and read your damn newspaper, and wake me up with the light!"
     "Oh well, it's just your sleep that's getting affected, it doesnt really matter to me."
     That's it! screeched Hermione furiously, "I've had enough of you! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
Ronald just looked at Hermione gave her the most disgusted look and stomped out of her house.

    

I Want to be a Kitty!

Out of all the superpowers someone could have, the superpower I would want is Animal Mimicry. Being able to take on the abilities of any animal known to man kind would be spectacular. Imagine being able to soar over a huge ocean like a Giant Eagle, and then suddenly be able to dive into the water and swim around like Great White Shark attacking everything that gets in your way! Or if you are needing to get somewhere as fast as possible you take the abilities of a Cheetah so you can run at super speed. Also if someone is in danger you could get the abilities of a grizzly bear and be able to be vicious and strong to defend the poor person in danger. Defective work would also be easy! You could get the brain and sneekiness or a fox and be able to discover what you are looking for! Being able to take the abilities of any animal would be a huge help to man kind as well as being extremely fun!