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SO this is Stephsicle guest blogging on Hillyboo’s blog.
This is becoming a regular feature. By regular, I mean once in an odd while and almost never. So, irregular.
Anyhow. So I really like homemade muffins. They are a symbol of love in baked-good form. People put chocolate chips in muffins but not muffins in chocolate chips. Has anyone ever tried to bake a muffin into a chocolate casing? Well basically you’d bake the muffin and then let it cool and dip it in chocolate. Then, you’d have muffin within chocolate. Or you could poke a small hole in the chocolate shell, shake the muffin around a bit so that it breaks apart and falls out through the hole, and then you’d have a chocolate shaped like a muffin. It would be hollow, so it would be misleading. Although it wouldn’t really be a muffin to begin with, just chocolate, so that would also be misleading. If it were to lead you, it would lead you incorrectly. I would not follow it. Incidentally, I would eat the muffin bits. OR you could just coat muffin bits in chocolate. Then you’d have bite-sized chocolatey muffiny goodness. Sort of like those Dibs things, but with muffin instead of ice cream. Incidentally, if you removed the ice cream from Dibs, you’d have hollow chocolate nibblies and that would be equally misleading. You’d say, “Oh look! Chocolate with ice ream inside!” And you’d eat one and find that you had been misled.
On another note, Canada now has three medals in the Olympics. I like how it’s a big deal that we don’t have enough. Everyone’s complaining that we should have more. Look on the bright side: we have one of each colour. You can mix and match them with your outfit for some serious bling. Go Team Canada! The whole concept of serious bling is a little weird so I’m just going to move on.
Kudos to anyone still reading this blog.
Apparently if you stick a random celebrity name among the words in articles, it will catch people’s attention and more people will read them. So I will try this in the passages to come. Then I’ll chortle to myself.
So this is going to be an epic blog. I plan on making it even more epic by announcing that Hilary is an amazing person.
Hilary is an amazing person.
I hope you’ve just witness the epic status of this post Johnny Depp increase by tenfold. It has just occured to me that I am tired. It is midnight, and that is approaching sleepytime. I like sleepytime.
So I really enjoy the fact that Hilary writes poems for me. I like poems. Poetry is like words. But written. And poetic.
I hope that clears some things up for you if you were confused. I will write a poem now.
hilary,
while in a tree,
you are really
spectacularly
magnificently
not quite a bee
older than three,
but honestly
a duck.
a) How does the author create the dramatic ending to this poem using literary technique?
b) What political significance does the duck hold over the bee in the author’s mind? What might they represent?
c) Comment on the formatting of the poem. Does the lowercase on “hilary” foreshadow the theme of the poem?
d) Name the literary work that is alluded to in this poem. How does it create cohesion in the work?
It’s out of 20 marks, five per question. You get a bonus mark if you can name the author of the poem.
On a serious note, I’m really going to miss HC next year, and everypeoples who I usually see every day. The whole concept of going away really frightens me… I’ve been here for six years, and although at times I hated it more than anything and although I was so ready to leave by graduation, leaving the school that day and realizing that was the last time I’d ever see my 120 classmates all in the same place makes me sad. Plus, all of you who were my spare buddies just made everything more bearable and fun. Wikipedia games, chemistry in the quad, and TTC buddies… I miss you all already. I’m coming back to visit, though.
I’ll bring muffins.
