“Fish in a Tree” Reflection

I feel really bad for Ally. I feel as though if people could hear her thoughts as we can, they might feel the same way. I think her classmates should be so much nicer than they are. Her classmates haven’t thought about why Ally takes forever to write anything. They never stop and think “maybe school is just really hard for her” or “I wonder why Ally takes so long to write an essay”. I think maybe only Keisha and Albert have thought about helping Ally. I think that’s partly why I think that the 3 of them are good together as friends. I think that it also helps that Mr. Daniels actually tries to find out why Ally cannot read. He looks at Ally at a different angle, and tries to see how Ally is so unique and creative.

I don’t really know if I would believe “Fish in a Tree”, completely at least. I feel as if it feels like a true story in some ways, but it doesn’t in another. I feel that some things are really believable and I can see how that will happen. But sometimes there is a moment when you feel like you know exactly what is going to happen and it seems to stereotypical. When Ally was trying to figure out what was in the box, I could tell that she was going to get it because most books when there is a person who has some sort of incapability they always do something amazing and everyone praises them. I know so many books like that. I don’t really think that is how it works in the world. Everybody is good at something but nobody is going to get a right the first time, with or without incapabilities. I have never gotten anything done the first time and was able to repeatedly have it go right the second time. But that’s what happens in books. I feel that “Fish in a Tree” is a really good book and it doesn’t always have things go right with Ally. I think that Ally really is her own enemy most times.

An Open Letter to Submarine

December 9, 2015

 

Dear Submarine,

 

     Thank you for being there for my dad.

I know 9 years ago I probably would’ve hated you for making my dad go overseas. It was the right thing to do. I missed my dad and I hated that he wasn’t home. When I was turning five I would cry waiting for my dad to ride home on you. I felt like it wasn’t my birthday without him. So, I waited, so I could open my presents with him. I felt like a fish in a desert waiting for it to rain. You were the one who would take him away and bring him safely back. I still have the picture of him sitting on the dock in his gray and green uniform. That was the picture that I had when he was away. He missed so many holidays. But I am at ease knowing that he was having his holidays with you. We have covered the walls with you and my dad together. My dad may have retired but you are still in all of our memories, and you will stay there forever.

 

Lots of love from,

Sydney