Dear Dad,

             There’s not a day where I don’t think of you. The memories are being nurtured and kept in my heart. It’s difficult without you here. I listen to Mom and help her out alot. Sometimes Sam and Maddy do also but they are really distracting, along with the Kiefer, and Karl. Having four siblings in the same house is crazy (Thanks Dad). Since you left, it's changed, but in a way where everybody is more sensitive. You're not missing anything that you didn't witness. Just really silent and quiet. Without you there’s no laughter, the house is silent, haunted with past memories, and cherished deep in our hearts. I miss you a lot, more than anything. I’m not the only one who misses you but everyone in the family misses you. I’ll try my very best to make you proud. I’ll try my best to help with Mom (who is struggling a lot). I’ll try my best to be the one who take the intuitive. I’ll always be thinking of you and hoping and praying you will arrive home safe and sound. I love you and miss you lots. 

                                                                         Love, Ryan (Isabel & Tutchonee)

"After Twenty Years"

Great, fantastic, suspenseful, mysterious. Only a few words to describe the short story. It was a really good written story. I followed through to it, absoutley attached. The story was very mind-boggleing. I was trying to figure out who "The man with the scar was". The end of the story put all the puzzle pieces together. I can say this story was the second best out of the short stories, other than "Thank you m'am".

Dealing with... Me? (Students) (not for school)

I'm a loud, crazy,rumour-spreading lunatic. This is me, this is who i am... I'm just me?
People think it's all about fitting in or being accepted.  Truth is, this is as real as i get. I don't care for fitting in or acceptence.I can't change,believe me, i've tried. I had times where i sit in my room staring into my own eyes through a mirrior,wondering what i can change (physically and mentally). If i need to drop my pounds or maybe take off the glasses and pop my eyes with my new eyeshadow. I just stand there, silent, anxious, absurd. Looking for an answer. The next day i'll show up at school with my hair down, earring and some pink lip gloss. I would act girly and funky. Then the next day i'll wear red lipstick with messy hair and some
'rocker' neckalaces and bracelets. I would always change. But it's all about finding who you are in highschool. Appearence or not, you need to find you really are inside, what you like, what your personality like. Match your personality with your appearence. I'm bubbley,loud,crazy...:Eyeliner,hair up, studs. Easy as that.
I'm me, i'll always be me, nothings going to change. There will be improvements and thats it. 
Dealing with myself was somthing i've struggled with for a long time. Dealing with how i look, comparing myself to that model in the magazine. Now i understand appearence  isn't everything. And if it's anyone i will act or look like... It'll be me:)

Conflicts in "Thank You M'am"

Tutchonee Musick
Ms. Rzazewski-Rodney
ENG 1P1
Thursday, February 17, 2012

Conflicts in "Thank You M’am"

      In the short story "Thank you M’am" there are many types of conflict. To start of, Roger has a conflict with himself. Roger makes a decision to not steal for the second time. "The boy took care to sit…away from the purse" (Hughes 150). Also, Roger has a dilemma with Mrs. Jones. When Roger attempts to steal Mrs. Jones’ purse she "kicked him in his blue-jean sitter" (Hughes 146). In addition, he has an encounter with society. Roger has nobody to teach him right from wrong, or to not steal. When Mrs. Jones says "Aint you got nobody home?" he says "No’m" (Hughes 147). In conclusion there are three different types of conflicts in the short story" Thank you M’am".

This picture consists of words that describe me... What i like, What i listen to,My appearence,The food i enjoy.

This is officially Life As Tutchonee, I couldn't add anymore because i'd be over explaing myself.

Thanks to family and love, i found who i am.

These words are words that describe how i run my train.

I wouldn't fool you and just make this up.

This is me, these are my words, this is my life. Read carefully, read with passion. 

 Hope you enjoy!

:)

Animal Rights... Stop animal cruelty!

Ever think of giving animal rights a second thought? Maybe it's not advertised enough, or not talked about much around your environment. I can tell you one thing. Avoiding the subject is not always the best solution. I know people know about it but they "THINK" they're to "busy" to even pay close attention to our animal resource. I understand why people don't support animal resource as much as we should. I used to be blind to the fact of animal cruelty. I didn't care about what happend outside of Ontario. I just cared about myself,my family and most of all my group of friends. It never occured to me that  i could help out and be a supporter for campaigns of animal rights. Now i am aware of whats happening outside of my bubble. I'll make sure i'll support. :) And hopefully you'll open your eyes and realize it too.

After reading "The Dark Ones" I felt sad and sorry for everyone of those seals who were killed. It made me really think about what people actually do to animals for women and men. They kill seals for their skin or blubber to make cosmetics out of it. I started to think more and more. I thank the author for making the story tell it's story by a seal explaing the pain and hurt. Thanks to the author and book, for making me more aware and to support Animal Rights.

It's a grade nine tale

How fantastic was my first grade nine semester? It was beyond 'fantastic', it was above all my expectations and led out to be a great first semester. I'm not going to lie, at first I was terrified and worried about what teachers and students might think of my crazy, bubbly personality but most of all I was TERRIFIED of the exams ahead. From all the horror stories of how students tell their tale of the "THE exam" I wasn't too thrilled with the fact of being next in line along with many others to write an exam in four months. It was all to much for me, I was bitting my nails nervously in every class trying to focus on the work given. It was not what I wanted to do for the first week of grade nine. I thought to myself every morning through night, "Am I going to get through this year?" There were questions I needed answers to, but I knew I was the one to answer the questions, I already knew I am not the student who gets 80's or 90's in applied math or English, but I can work really hard and it will surely pay off in the end. Right then and there my mind was set on a goal for each period I had. I was for certain I was successfully motivated with goals in mind and possible colleges I might attend in four years from now.
It felt like everyday was getting better, meeting new people, working hard, getting along with my peers and most of all loving life and school. It wasn't later on until I witnessed all of my confidence and hard working slip away under the surface, I was mortified and embarrassed. I couldn't believe I thought I was doing so well and (BAM) I was doing absolutely horrible. Was I paying any attention to my classes? Were my marks dropping rapidly because of my blabber mouth and social life? YES, that was it, I was caught up in the "OMG, Josh said what?" instead of "Ms. Hanta I need help in algebra" Instead of focussing on how to plot y-intercepts, I thought I was doing great but I let friends and 'social-hangouts at lunch get in the way of school, and that should never happen. I had a cocky attitude with my classes I was attending. I became oblivious to the face I might be failing math. Like any other person (or not) I had to work my butt of for the one month I had to work hard and make an improvement. It payed off, but do I tell you, NEVER leave school after "social-life" it just doesn’t work that way. It sucked a lot, I have no time on weekends and no time after school to sit and watch televison. But I made it through.
The reason I enjoyed my first semester so much was because of my mistakes, they were obvious mistakes that didn't need to be made, I knew the consequences, but I choose to ignore them completely and be involved with friends instead of homework and study club. I am now fully aware of the time spent with friends and on school. On to my second semester I taught myself to be neat and organized to feel confident in every class. I now realize how to control my time and my social-life,to not get distracted anymore. Education is far more important then partying or going out late on weekdays, it's great to have some time for yourself but you also need to be strong willed and peer into your future and focus on making a decent life style That life style is being made in highschool. The first semester was great, I couldn't ask for a better semester. I learned and fought my way through but made it through. This is a tale that is to be shared. To inspire kids out there to work hard in school. Just because all of your friends go out everyday of the week and weekends, doesn’t mean you have to. Chances are they’re failing and not caring about education, and perchance you are doing well... Keep it that way!