ANSWER TIME!!

Across:

2. Peanuts

9. Two

12. Sue Monk Kidd

13. Whale

14. Mother

16. Journal

17. Peaches

18. Owens

20. Chains

Down:

1. Summer

3. Snout

4. Lawyer

5. Pink

6. South Carolina

7. Rosaleen

8. Madonna

10. Four

11. Civil Rights Act

15. Blue

19. Wailing Wall

CROSSWORD TIME!!

Rosaleen's Secret Diary

(This is an entry from Rosaleen after May committed suicide, from the novel A Secret Life of Bees)

   May passed a week ago, we just finished the vigil and I am certain she has traveled the path to heaven easily.  I have done nothing but cry and cook since her death, she was my only friend in this new covert world Lilly and I have entered.  Everyone is in mourning; June sits in her room day after day and plays her cello and August is constantly at May's wailing wall or down by the river.  Maybe she finds some comfort in reading all of the world's pains which have finally caused May's death.  Lilly occasionally sleeps with for comfort, but I can tell something other then this tragedy is eating away at her; it must be the lies we have spun in order to stay here.  We must come clean or their burden could be the death of us, like the world's pains were to May.

Zach's Summer Diary

(This diary entry comes from Zach's feelings for Lilly and life on the bee farm; from the novel A Secret Life of Bees)

It's July now and I have seen Lilly almost everyday.  On the day we found the purple honey within the far hives, we almost kissed.  That moment continues to take my breath away.  My heart was racing a-mile-a-minute, I am certain she could hear it pounding in my chest.  I gave her a journal to start her writing career off early; on that day I expressed my feelings for her, and I could tell she felt the same deep yearning for me also.  I wish I wasn't black, or she wasn't white.  I hope she stays here indefinitely, times will change and blacks and whites will be able to publicly engage in relationships. We will just have to wait, I know I will wait for her.

People or Food?

The Kiwi:  Covered with a rough skin, hiding it's goodness within, kiwi's may intimidate completely ward off those who do not want to risk the challenge of becoming familiar with it; but then again those who take the chance could discover the sweet, mushy or firm (depending on the conditions) inside, and could experience enjoyable surprises such as a bit of tartness.  They could also catch this fruit on a bad day and receive bitterness.
                                         --My Mother
All Natural Energy Drinks:  This drink, made from nature's goodness, contains an abundance of energy created by ingredients the less educated my not know of.  It is guaranteed to cause a no "crash" boost of energy, although this may be misleading at times and some may experience crashing followed by crabbiness.  This liquid is very joyous and ends boredom nine times out of ten with an overflow of energy, some may be warned not to consume do to dislike others have experienced.
                                           --My Brother
Fruit Salad:  In appearance, a bowl of this goodness mixture is overly appealing, almost too pretty to eat.  It contains nature's healthy snacks to help secure a fit and healthy life, full of energy.  It can be made differently each time it is prepared, containing new and exciting fruits appealing to everyone, and it is always sweet and beautiful.
                                            --My Sister

MOB MENTALITY: BOYS

   If you are a girl and you tend to hang out or talk with the opposite sex often, you have probably noticed a definite change between their way of acting when they are alone versus when they are within a group of testosterone packed teenage boys; this is what some may call "mob mentality."  I have many male friends that I spend time with throughout weekends, school, and sports.  When I am around only one or two of them, they treat me with respect and act compassionately towards me and whatever we may be talking about; in other words I feel like an equal.  On the other hand when I come across the same boys, but they happen to be with four or five of their peers, I am greeted with hostility, sexist remarks, and overly rude or unwelcoming or degrading jokes.  This is just another piece of evidence proving that males do not mature as quickly as females.

Jack: Prio to "savage hunter."

    I have never really fit in with these snooty-rich boys, with their privileged lives full of everything that shines.I come from a family with no mother, and a brother (half of our income) who has recently been killed in the war.  I am the only one to attend a proper school, my father breaks his back to make this happen.  He wants a better future for me, and for that I am pushed and made to strive get the best marks, but I am no where near brilliant.  I got teased a lot for being poor and under privileged, I have become more violent because of this and had to start fighting to withstand everything.  I will not tolerate being walked over and pushed around.  I am power hungry now.  The choir instructor saw this yearning for leadership, need for power, and want for nothing less than being on the top, for once; this is why he placed me in charge of the choir.  After that initial taste of power I have just craved more and more.  I will be at the top of the pyramid anywhere I go, no matter how much it takes, or what I have to do to get there; I will no longer be at the bottom of anything.

What's your "beastie?"

Stress.  My whole life I have been on top of my business, never worried about tests, school; I was always on time, everything seemed to work out, and when it didn't I didn't worry about  it, just let it blow past me.  Lately this has not been the case.  My four "A.P." classes are toppling over me, draining any mental capability I once possessed.  This causes school to slow down to a trickle, days seem like weeks when I'm within this confinement.  Basketball, which has always been my most natural talent and comes easiest to me, is killing my ability to stay physically and mentally strong.  It feels like I'm getting my body beat worse than ever from opponents, it's always been tough being double and triple teamed each game, but now it has intensified, putting more strain on my little ability to keep my head in a game.  There's so much pressure from my coach to succeed and lead the team through thick and thin, it's breaking down my emotional strength, and now I feel weak and feeble.  I cry all the time now; something abnormal for my personality.  It's affecting my relationship with my family, friends, team, coach, and boyfriend.  If it's all in my head, why can't I conquer it?

A Letter to NOWHERE..

Dear........

     We've been here for a while now, can't say how long; the days have begun to scramble together.  Our diet consists of fruit and more fruit, but I'm going to change that.  There are wild pigs on this island, and I'm going to kill one.  Everyday my hunters and I venture into the thick of the woods and stock these creatures.  I've made spears and even wounded a pig with one, but the wood is not enough to fatally wound them.  I need barbs or metal tips to fulfill this killing task.  Ralph seems annoyed with my efforts, but his building attempts haven't amounted to much either.  The little 'uns do nothing but play in the water and search for fruit; at least they're capable of getting their own food, they're not totally helpless.  Piggy is consistent with his know-it-all attitude, he does nothing to contribute to our tribe.  He is lazy and quite worthless to our existence, an existence that is being challenged everyday.  How many more are missing?  Maybe we should kill Piggy, that would supply us with sufficient amount of meat and it could be dried in order to preserve it for later use.  No one would need to know....Cannibalism?  Bloody hell, I am losing it!  I do hate him though.  He is dead weight for us to haul and support.  Why is Ralph in charge?  Is food not more important than shelters?  There are things is this forest, always watching us.  The little 'uns are scared, I'm scared...We must stay strong and keep order.  Humans are on top of the food chain and I'll keep us on top, until we are rescued. We will be rescued, won't we?

Sincerely,

Jack

Lord of the Flies by William Golding: CHAPTER ONE ANALYSIS

   From the first page this author just throws the setting, characters, and some of the plot right in your face.  It's quite overwhelming and causes some confusion.  It's unclear of the events leading up to this island adventure, and why all these young boys were traveling without proper adult supervision.  The characters are boys ranging in age from six to twelve years old; there are fat boys, fair boys, dark boys, and even twin boys.  The plot started off bizarre, then all the boys got naked, making it even stranger. I would be very uneasy in this situation, not because being stranded would scare me, but I couldn't fathom a twelve year old boy trying to lead a group of even younger boys through survival on a deserted island with an background that implies a snooty upbringing at a high priced prep school, with no outdoor experiences what-so-ever. What will happen next?