"Smile" By Uncle Cracker

Smile by Uncle Cracker

You´re better then the best
I´m lucky just to linger in your light
Cooler then the flip side of my pillow that´s right
Completely unaware
Nothing can compare to where you send me
Lets me know that it´s ok
Yeah it´s ok
And the moments when my good times start to fade
You make me smile like the sun
Fall outta bed
Sing like a bird
Dizzy in my head
Spin like a record
Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold
Buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Oh, you make me smile
Even when you´re gone
Somehow you come along
Just like a flower poking through the sidewalk crack and just like that
You steal away the rain and just like that
You make me smile like the sun
Fall outta bed
Sing like a bird
Dizzy in my head
Spin like a record
Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold
buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Oh, you make me smile
Don´t know how I lived without you
'Cuz every time that I get around you
I see the best of me inside your eyes
You make me smile
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold
Buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
You make me smile like the sun
Fall outta bed
Sing like bird
Dizzy in my head
Spin like a record
Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold
Buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Oh, you make me smile
Oh, you make me smile
Oh, you make me smile

“Smile,” by Uncle Cracker is a perfect example of a song which depicts certain poetic devices. Uncle Cracker, composes at flawless effort in creating a beautiful ballad. At first listen, you notice Mr. Cracker’s easiness agility to illustrate the intoxicating emotions of falling in love. This pleasing song endeavors constant similes. “You make me dance like a fool,” “Shine like gold,” “Buzz like a bee,” the list goes on. These similes are simple but like all popular songs, these similes are catchy.  Another device used through out this song is personification. Uncle Cracker, projects his compassion towards this women as a “drive” to make him crazy. “You steal away the rain,” is a metaphor used in this song to exemplify this women’s power to take away the bad. This line also represents symbolism where the rain is symbolic to the bad in the world. “I’m lucky to just linger in your light,” is also symbolic in which light represents the good. This also expresses the way Mr. Cracker feels around this women. Uncle Cracker, does a unbelievably satisfying job to stimulate the idea of falling in love by using hyperboles. It’s not possible to feel like the sun, shine like gold, sing like a bird, or forget how to breathe. However, being in love can help one imagine what these objects may feel like. This song is influential and innovating masterpiece!

Concerned Parent

3189 Skaha Lake Road,
Penticton, British Columbia,
V2A 7C3

May 25, 2011

Mr. Kleats
Head Hockey Coach
123 Main Street
Sportstown, British Columbia,V2A 1W3


Dear Mr. Kleats,

My name is Gage Buchanan. I am the father of Rupert Buchanan, a present hockey player of your team. This is my son's first year of hockey and I couldn't be more happier. He loves this sport! 


Mr. Kleats, as a coach you are highly admired by all. As a volunteer coach, we appreciate your time you spend, the relationships you build, and the want to grow as a team, with everyone of our children. There has never been a worry in my mind, that my child was on the wrong team with the wrong coach. Your tactics have exceeded not only my child's expectations but the publics. Taken on this job is a huge commitment and your willingly personality only comforts us. However, I am writting to you today to express my concern for not only myself but many other parents as well. Mr. Kleats, my concern to you is in regards of the change in your coaching dynamics.

Please understand I show deep appreciation for taking your own time out of your own life to show my child the sport of hockey. However, I have recently noticed the regular Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday practices have been cancelled and new short notice practices have been incorperated. Unfortunately, my son hasn't been able to come to many of these new practices as he has other commitments through out his week. I am well aware of many other players on your team who like my son are in the same boat. As a father, I too have my own weekly schedule, and as much as I love my son playing hockey, it is difficult. It would be extremely beneficial for not only myself and my son but the rest of the hockey team to have practices back on a schedule.

With these last minute practices being held, things have been a bit unorganized. I have noticed you too, seem unorganized. Now, please know I am not here to judge, and have no right too. I have no idea whats going on in your life but find it hard to watch my son fool around in practice, while you are making personal phone calls. I am paying for my sons uniform, tournaments, rink time, and gear. I am not paying my son to play around. I wish to see my son get the coach who I have seen once before. The coach who comes prepared to practices, cares about each child, and has a huge heart for the game itself.

This leads me to my main concern as a parent. Mr. Kleats, your goal as a coach has shifted in my eyes. The want for each child to get out there and understand the game, has been dictated by the want to win. It is nice knowing my son played on the team who won the city cup, but on the other hand knowing he only got to play 5 minutes a game, is a worry some. Rupert, has become afraid to play as he doesn't want to dissapoint you. Hockey, has become a form of punishment.The calmness and patience you once shared with all of us has been lost. My sons want to play hockey is now soon to be lost.

I appreciate your time in reading this. If you have any questions or concerns you may reach me at 1-(250)488-7564. I would love to hear from you.

Thank you!


Sincerely,

(signature)

Gage Buchanan

Late

Thank you for being late!

In the dictionary, late is described as occurring, coming, or being after the usual or proper time. I say, late is described as having more time and being more dependant. Doing things on our own time are shaping our world. Its not like Thomas Edison, the guy who created the light bulb decided he'd figure it out on a Wednesday. Being late is shaping the average student into everything they should be. Handing in assingments late and being late for class is encouraging the student mind to gain full control of their educational learning. Studies have shown that every late a student has, boosts their capacitation to absorb more and more knowledge. Students now have the privilege to do things when they want as well as learn the responsibility they have to get things finished. 

When a student hands in an assignment late, it is not that the student has not accomplished the assignment, he or she has just not put the idea on paper. How has this been handled in the past? Teachers everywhere are coming up with more and more forms of punishment to get students to hand in an assignment when "THEY" want. Well thats just selfish. Handing in an assignment late gives students the oppurtunity to stay up later and watch educational shows like "The Bacholorette,""Family Guy,""Survivor," or even "Glee." These shows stimulate the mind and offer life skills. Heck, they should call it homework! Students may already have a job and not have time to work on an assignment, but if they already have a job their already half way there to learning what the real world is really like. So what's the point of even doing the assignment? Another reason for being late could just be as simple as the students projecting their right or free will. This should be taken positively as through out each student life there will be multiple situations where they will have to make a decision. Doing a assignment or not should be a choice. 


Showing up late to class doesn't mean you can label the student as a bad kid. Being late to class simply means a student needed more time to boost their want to absorb more knowledge. A 12 minute break can't do that. Teachers should encourage their students to show up whenever they want as this promotes a want to learn. Students will come to class when they are ready and have a want to go.

Late, is concidered all wrong as a society. Late, is beneficial. Late, is successful. They say this generation is what is going to shape our world. Well, once we consider this concept, what they say will be correct. Being late is shaping our students into everything they should be. Which is infact, the best. 

Is Your Child Safe?

     "Everyone around here keeps a pretty tight-lip." -Anonymous

     Latest in the news this week, we follow a story focused on a small high school in Penticton, British Columbia. Princess Margaret Secondary School, one out of the 2 high schools in this town populating just over 700 students. Astonishing enough, this school continues to regulate some of the highest academic achieved students over the past 10 years throughout the country! However, this is not why they are making the news today. Recently, Princess Margaret has faced substantial amounts of threatening charges pursued by parents, students, school advisory, as well as the government.

     "Our children our suffering! Now it's your turn!" A parent quoted during the last court session.
What is all this nonsense about you may ask? Emily Washington a grade 9 student, burned with a cigarette butt by a group of grade 10 boys based on the fact she dressed "weird." Consequences?
What consequences? Apparently since the incident was not contained nor witnessed by any other staff or student, the principle sends us this response,
     "If no one comes forth as a witness, what right do I have to punish such innocent kids?"
Which was then presented in a local news article in The Western. The story happened fast when
multiple children began confessing their story to us. It was as if the students at Princess
Margaret needed someone to go first in order for each story to be heard.
Previous to Emily's treacherous occurrence, we interviewed a grade 12 student by the name of
James Widdy.
     "I didn't understand getting good grades would have consequences." he disclosed.
During the month of January, James Widdy asked his calculus teacher if he could rewrite his test
as every test stood re-testable. However, today was a different story. The Calculus teacher who goes
unnamed was infuriated with James' request and grabbed his test with momentous force, ripping it
to shreds in the process. James with a 99.73% average was instructed to "dumb down," in the class
as he was "showing off." To think what the school system is coming to if a child is punished
for pursuing outstanding, remarkable grades in all areas of his school career. Something is wrong here.
We later issued a story which shocked us all. Molly Taylor, a grade 11 girl on the schools
senior volleyball team encouraged to take steroid injection by her coach to increase their rankings
in Provincials. Apparently, Princess Margaret's team of 18 wasn't enough for this coach! As the less advanced players sat as "bench warmers," during the season it was reassured by Molly's coach for her to
get all the energy she can get to win it for her team. The pressure!

     T.V, newspapers, blogs, protests, the works face this news story today! Hey, who can blame them?
If a principle disregards bullying and looks the other way, how safe could this school be?
The power is in all of us. Our children deserve respect from all their peers. Luckily, Penticton took this
role on and "Spoke up!"Viewers I pass this message on to you, "What are we not seeing?" March 21, 2011 Princess Margaret's principle will go to court and it will be decided if this school is in need of shutting down. Even though one may believe this school was anti-bullying, think again. The truth comes out when one chooses to speak. Bullying a complicated reality.

Dialogue of a J-Shore Situation

     "What did you think you were doing!" exclaimed Snooki. "You can't bring home random girls!"    
     "Listen." replied Vinny in a confident kind of way, "I'm doin' me!"
     Snooki got angry. "What the hell does that even mean!"
     Vinny started to chuckle a little. "I'm gonna do my thing, you go do your thing, we'll leave each other alone."
     "Vinny you're being stupid!"conveyed Snooki, who for quite some time now had attempted to win over Vinny's heart.
     "Well you brought that guy home two nights ago? What was his name Johnny?"
     "That doesn't even matter," remarked Snooki, "It meant nothing."
     Vinny was now puzzled by the fact that Snooki thought there was no apparent difference between the two situations.
     "I really feel like I could settle down you Vinny, you're the kind of a guy I want to settle down with." Snooki repeated over and over in her head. She tried for the next couple days to attain Vinny, but there was just no love between the two. The next night Vinny brought home a gorgeous petite latino girl from the club. This ferociously sparked Snooki's anger, so she bolted into the room almost knocking the door off the hinges.
     "Vinny, really? Another girl?" weeped Snooki.
     "Snooki just leave me alone already! Go find another guy to settle down with."
The next night Snooki went to a club and drank a few too many cocktails. This resulted in her bringing home a guy who she met when leaving the club. The next morning she awoke and darted into Vinny's room. He was reading a newspaper and she laid down next to him in hope of a cuddle. Vinny, acknowledged however, "You already brought a guy home? That was quick." Snooki just laid beside him, crossed her arms and had a look of hatred painted across her face.

No Ordinary Man

For the record, I am surprised myself I even have to fill out this application. I mean,
everyone knows who I am. I am Gage Buchanan, equvialent to the most prodgious, ingenious,
vivacious human ever known to man. I am the man! I am like a god walking amongst mere
mortals. My voice could make a wolverine purr. Most women would rate me a 11/10 but
that's just most women. I was drafted into the NHL by the age of 6, averaging about 8
points every game. Understanding it isn't the ideal career choice I have retired. I
finished 1st in Iron Man, Won a Juno, and recieved a Nobel Peace Prize. Donald Trump
idolizes me.

I am a superhuman.

I dont believe in walking, as I have people to do that for me. I own a palace on a island
named after me. My dog has his own bedroom. I sky dive without the parachute, I snorkel
without the goggles, I dance without the music. I throw down the best parties! I gave
J.K Rowling the story of Harry Potter. I can speak 6 different languages, not including
English.

I am my own role model.

School was never on my list of things to do. However, I am ready for a change in my life.
After all, finding a cure to cancer, discovering a new species in Madagascar, and creating
my very own sushi roll, can all be very tiring.

You're welcome for me taking the time out of my bustling lifestyle to fill out
this silly application. We both can agree your school is nothing without me.
When you accept me, call my agent.

Will you survive?

         Cocaine, heroine, ecstasy, and acid are all drugs that can kill you. Does grade 12? I began to walk the halls with extreme precaution awaiting the surprise attack of a hazard. Upon approaching the stairs, I suddenly realize my shoe is untied. Before I could reach down and fix it, a grade 9 comes bursting out in front of me launching my grade 12 body down the stairwell. Luckily, my hand grasps the cold beige metal bar. I reached my destination, Chemistry. Mrs. Niedballa had us doing a lab today with poisonous chemicals. Although, I was aware of all the dangers and safeties of the class, my fellow classmates were obviously not. My eyes scattered around the room looking for any loose articles of clothing, goggles, coats, or any left out food. 
     "Hey, I dare you to drink this!" one of the students yelled. 
     "NO!" I belted, but it was too late! I reached for my phone to call 911. The boy who swallowed the chemical substance was past out on the ground. 
     "He will be ok," one of the ambulance attendance recited. It was only 10:00am and already a life was put in grave danger. I needed a snack, to the cafeteria I thought. I decided on an egger, since they normally cure my hunger. However, something just wasn't right today. My stomach felt like it was bubbling and gurgling. My throat felt swollen and itchy. What was going on? I reached into my pocket where my Tums were. Hopefully, that would get me through P.E. Dodgeball! Are you kidding me! Maybe I will just have to fake sick? How many hours left? Highschool is a dangerous place and it's a miracle how we survive everyday because everyday we go to school, we face a 1000 ways to die!