English
In this quarter we read a novel 'Animal Farm' this book is about the Russian Revolution based on animal's perspective. After reading the book our task is to create an creative essay based from one of the character from the book. My essay is based on the animal's first point of view so in the essay I pretended to be the character from the book. I can't show the score sheet which is given by the teacher because he need to keep it. But then the teacher show the score to us, the score I got for this task was excellent which is 8/8. There is also one test from this quarter which I got 26/40, it was pretty good
Creative Essay:
Jakobus Geral Pantouw
Animal Farm Essay
5/30/2013
Our farm, Animal Farm, is unlike any other farm. We are free from the human dictators. We drove our former owner, Mr. Jones, away through a rebellion that was triggered by Old Major’s speech who was, unfortunately, no longer alive. In his speech, he taught us many things including a song called Beasts of England. After the rebellion, the lives of the animals in the farm, including myself, was better than ever. We worked for ourselves, and everyone was equal. Life was starting to look like the song Beasts of England. All we have to do was obey the seven commandments that we all agreed upon, and was written by Snowball on the end of the barn; but most of us animals couldn’t read very well and couldn’t memorize them. The pigs decided to sum it all into one sentence: four legs good, two legs bad. Although life felt great for us on Animal Farm, somehow, after a long time, things were starting to get odd.
The pigs were moving into the farm house, where evil Mr. Jones used to live. I hated that farm house. It was where the humans were supposed to live. The farmhouse was just like the ribbons Mollie liked to wear. “Ribbons,” Snowball said, “should be considered as clothes, which are the mark of a human being.” (pg. 40) A house was the mark of a human being. Of course Snowball was expelled. Maybe it was alright after all to be clothed in or live in what humans have made. What was even odder was, they are now sleeping on beds. Didn’t the fourth commandment say something about not allowing animals on beds? I better read the fourth commandment then. I was able to read individual letters but making them into words was a tough one. Maybe Muriel could help. “It says, “No animal shall sleep in a bed with sheets,” (pg. 79) she announced. I couldn’t remember the commandment saying anything about sheets. My memory was really short and I didn’t know how to get an animal to prove to me that this commandment had been revised. Snowball was the one who wrote the commandment. Snowball was no longer here. Maybe if they changed the commandment recently, Squealer or Napoleon would be the one writing the adjustments. Maybe if I look again, I would be able to notice the differences in handwriting, but it was too late now. Squealer was already talking and I had no idea why, but everything he said seemed so smart and correct. I might not be like Boxer who thinks Napoleon is always right, but there was something in Squealer that made me stop questioning the commandment.
After my questions about the fourth commandment were cleared up, the most terrible things happened. The windmill that we all had worked hard for was now in ruins, all thanks to Snowball. He not only destroyed the Windmill but he stole corn, he upset the milk-pails and many other things. The worst part was that Snowball had been in touch with some of the animals, making them disobey Napoleon or do things they were not supposed to do. In a meeting Napoleon called, those animals were slaughtered by the dogs, right in front of our faces. I was terrified. I was thankful now that Snowball had not chosen me to do the bad things those animals did. I was also wondering why Napoleon decided that it was okay to slaughter animals like himself. Now I often feel like Napoleon’s actions are not right. The dogs murdering our comrades were not right. Why did they do this? Four legs good, two legs bad. We were all good, nobody should be slaughtered.
The shock was still in me when the slaughter stopped and the meeting was over. The rest of the animals and I walked slowly to the ruined Windmill and we sat beside it. I would have loved to stand up in that meeting and cried and say what I need to say, but they will think I am in league with evil Snowball. This was not how things are supposed to be for us free animals. We are free from the dictatorship of humans, but now our own kind was slaughtering each other. “Cows and horses, geese and turkeys, All must toil for freedom’s sake,” (pg. 33) was what the song Beasts of England says. Slaughter was not what we toiled for. I remember what Old Major said to me. “And you, Clover, where are those four foals you bore, who should have been the support and pleasure of your old age?” (pg. 29). What he said at that time, made me long for the Golden Future Times the song Beasts of England talked about. We were supposed to be in that “golden times” already. Why did I not feel right about the conditions in the farm? Why were these horrible things happening? I couldn’t speak my mind so I started to sing Beasts of England and others started to join. But after singing for the third time, Squealer came and announced that Beasts of England is now forbidden. “In Beasts of England we expressed our longing for a better society in days to come. But that society has now been established. Clearly this song has no longer any purpose,” (pg. 96) Squealer said. Minimus composed a new song for us to sing, but I couldn’t express my thoughts with that song.
After that event, many things happened. The pigs started drinking but the rules said it was alright. Boxer died. We thought he was sent to the knackers but thankfully, the hospital forgot to change the label of the truck. Muriel, Bluebell and Jessie died too. Even Jones died. There were many newcomers and newborn. I am now old and supposed to be retired, but no one ever spoke of the year of the pension anymore. Just a little while ago, the pigs started walking on their hind legs. It was quite a sight but they were starting to look like humans. Napoleon even carried a whip in his trotter. I pulled Benjamin to the wall of commandments. My rheumy eyes said the wall looks very different so I asked Benjamin to read the commandments for me. “All animals are equal but some animals are more equal than others,” (pg 133) Benjamin said.
I don’t get this rule at all. I start to picture a horse being more of a horse than the other horses. It doesn’t make sense at all. Does this commandment allow pigs to act like humans? Walking on their hind legs and carrying a whip in their trotter? Ordering us around like we belong to them? I should’ve gathered my courage and talked straight to Napoleon because all animals are supposed to be equal and it is alright to want to speak our mind. Just because the dogs are guarding them, just because they had the sheep cover for them, it doesn’t mean we should keep our thoughts to ourselves and still respect them. It is because of the things they did to their comrades that they stopped earning our respect.
Creative Essay:
Jakobus Geral Pantouw
Animal Farm Essay
5/30/2013
Our farm, Animal Farm, is unlike any other farm. We are free from the human dictators. We drove our former owner, Mr. Jones, away through a rebellion that was triggered by Old Major’s speech who was, unfortunately, no longer alive. In his speech, he taught us many things including a song called Beasts of England. After the rebellion, the lives of the animals in the farm, including myself, was better than ever. We worked for ourselves, and everyone was equal. Life was starting to look like the song Beasts of England. All we have to do was obey the seven commandments that we all agreed upon, and was written by Snowball on the end of the barn; but most of us animals couldn’t read very well and couldn’t memorize them. The pigs decided to sum it all into one sentence: four legs good, two legs bad. Although life felt great for us on Animal Farm, somehow, after a long time, things were starting to get odd.
The pigs were moving into the farm house, where evil Mr. Jones used to live. I hated that farm house. It was where the humans were supposed to live. The farmhouse was just like the ribbons Mollie liked to wear. “Ribbons,” Snowball said, “should be considered as clothes, which are the mark of a human being.” (pg. 40) A house was the mark of a human being. Of course Snowball was expelled. Maybe it was alright after all to be clothed in or live in what humans have made. What was even odder was, they are now sleeping on beds. Didn’t the fourth commandment say something about not allowing animals on beds? I better read the fourth commandment then. I was able to read individual letters but making them into words was a tough one. Maybe Muriel could help. “It says, “No animal shall sleep in a bed with sheets,” (pg. 79) she announced. I couldn’t remember the commandment saying anything about sheets. My memory was really short and I didn’t know how to get an animal to prove to me that this commandment had been revised. Snowball was the one who wrote the commandment. Snowball was no longer here. Maybe if they changed the commandment recently, Squealer or Napoleon would be the one writing the adjustments. Maybe if I look again, I would be able to notice the differences in handwriting, but it was too late now. Squealer was already talking and I had no idea why, but everything he said seemed so smart and correct. I might not be like Boxer who thinks Napoleon is always right, but there was something in Squealer that made me stop questioning the commandment.
After my questions about the fourth commandment were cleared up, the most terrible things happened. The windmill that we all had worked hard for was now in ruins, all thanks to Snowball. He not only destroyed the Windmill but he stole corn, he upset the milk-pails and many other things. The worst part was that Snowball had been in touch with some of the animals, making them disobey Napoleon or do things they were not supposed to do. In a meeting Napoleon called, those animals were slaughtered by the dogs, right in front of our faces. I was terrified. I was thankful now that Snowball had not chosen me to do the bad things those animals did. I was also wondering why Napoleon decided that it was okay to slaughter animals like himself. Now I often feel like Napoleon’s actions are not right. The dogs murdering our comrades were not right. Why did they do this? Four legs good, two legs bad. We were all good, nobody should be slaughtered.
The shock was still in me when the slaughter stopped and the meeting was over. The rest of the animals and I walked slowly to the ruined Windmill and we sat beside it. I would have loved to stand up in that meeting and cried and say what I need to say, but they will think I am in league with evil Snowball. This was not how things are supposed to be for us free animals. We are free from the dictatorship of humans, but now our own kind was slaughtering each other. “Cows and horses, geese and turkeys, All must toil for freedom’s sake,” (pg. 33) was what the song Beasts of England says. Slaughter was not what we toiled for. I remember what Old Major said to me. “And you, Clover, where are those four foals you bore, who should have been the support and pleasure of your old age?” (pg. 29). What he said at that time, made me long for the Golden Future Times the song Beasts of England talked about. We were supposed to be in that “golden times” already. Why did I not feel right about the conditions in the farm? Why were these horrible things happening? I couldn’t speak my mind so I started to sing Beasts of England and others started to join. But after singing for the third time, Squealer came and announced that Beasts of England is now forbidden. “In Beasts of England we expressed our longing for a better society in days to come. But that society has now been established. Clearly this song has no longer any purpose,” (pg. 96) Squealer said. Minimus composed a new song for us to sing, but I couldn’t express my thoughts with that song.
After that event, many things happened. The pigs started drinking but the rules said it was alright. Boxer died. We thought he was sent to the knackers but thankfully, the hospital forgot to change the label of the truck. Muriel, Bluebell and Jessie died too. Even Jones died. There were many newcomers and newborn. I am now old and supposed to be retired, but no one ever spoke of the year of the pension anymore. Just a little while ago, the pigs started walking on their hind legs. It was quite a sight but they were starting to look like humans. Napoleon even carried a whip in his trotter. I pulled Benjamin to the wall of commandments. My rheumy eyes said the wall looks very different so I asked Benjamin to read the commandments for me. “All animals are equal but some animals are more equal than others,” (pg 133) Benjamin said.
I don’t get this rule at all. I start to picture a horse being more of a horse than the other horses. It doesn’t make sense at all. Does this commandment allow pigs to act like humans? Walking on their hind legs and carrying a whip in their trotter? Ordering us around like we belong to them? I should’ve gathered my courage and talked straight to Napoleon because all animals are supposed to be equal and it is alright to want to speak our mind. Just because the dogs are guarding them, just because they had the sheep cover for them, it doesn’t mean we should keep our thoughts to ourselves and still respect them. It is because of the things they did to their comrades that they stopped earning our respect.
Reflection
I think I did well in this quarter because I put all my effort especially in creating the essay, I also use my time wisely, because the teacher gave us a lot of time for this task. So I use the advantage of it and the result was also good. I stayed focus in doing this task and reading the novel, finally I could get a good score from it. I reflected back from quarter 3 which I wasn't focus enough reading the book 'White Fang' maybe because it wasn't an interesting book to me. But I enjoy reading 'Animal Farm'.
This relates to Human and Social Education because were being social especially in some parts we read chapters together as a class. In this way we can be more social to each of our friends and teacher so we can understand vocabularies and plot of the book easier by socializing. So basically we communicate as a class to help each other towards the book we're reading.
This relates to Human and Social Education because were being social especially in some parts we read chapters together as a class. In this way we can be more social to each of our friends and teacher so we can understand vocabularies and plot of the book easier by socializing. So basically we communicate as a class to help each other towards the book we're reading.