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The sun had finally set, leaving behind a round and glowing white sphere hanging in the sky, and people started to arrive out of all directions, not minding the soft sprinkle of rain one bit. The downtown lights were on and ready to guide the townsfolk to their destination, the Rodgers Theater. There was other buildings distributed throughout the street, including a large two story building for a music store. The doors were black and large with an old record disc hanging above it that twinkled with the red "Open" Sign. Driving by, the cars passed by slowly to admire the beauty of their local theater. Like always, it was bright and alive, excited to invite the people inside to a great night of entertainment. Laughter exploded from the crowd crossing the street, whispers came from the group hanging out in the parking lot. There was conversations coming from all around the block and men escorting their dates to the entrance of the theater. Growing anxious to go into the theater, people waited in line, hopping from one foot to the other, ready to taste the popcorn and refreshing soda while they watch their long awaited movie. As soon as the movie began, outside was quiet except for the occasional car driving by and the soft hum from the movie, pouring out from inside. The rain had stopped, a warm breeze taking over to spread the smell of fresh popped popcorn and wet gravel. Applause erupted from the audience as the final words, "The End" crossed the screen. It was Friday night in the small town of Poplar Bluff, Missouri, 1949.

It was now 2011, and the Rodgers Theater still stood. The glorious paint that was once was had now faded to a sullen red, blue, yellow, and green. The movie posters that hung along the outside walls were several years old and the lights no longer brightened the night with the glowing letters spelling out "Rodgers" descending down. There wasn't anyone to sell tickets anymore, the ticket room sat empty, day after day. At night, the street was lonely, hoping for any type of livelihood. This time around, the loneliness wasn't due to fact that everyone was inside watching their movie, but because of the new movie theater across town. No high heels clicked on the sidewalk, no whispers about predictions of the movie. The music store still had customers, the pet store across the block held cuddly creatures for people to own and care for, but the buildings didn't have the life they once had. They were dull and boring brick buildings, with visible attempts of restoration that ultimately failed. The once sparking with life theater had turned to a nostalgic scene.

The sun had finally set, leaving behind a round and glowing white sphere hanging in the sky, and people started to arrive out of all directions, not minding the soft sprinkle of rain one bit. The downtown lights were on and ready to guide the townsfolk to their destination, the Rodgers Theater. There was other buildings distributed throughout the street, including a large two story building for a music store. The doors were black and large with an old record disc hanging above it that twinkled with the red "Open" Sign. Driving by, the cars passed by slowly to admire the beauty of their local theater. Like always, it was bright and alive, excited to invite the people inside to a great night of entertainment. Laughter exploded from the crowd crossing the street, whispers came from the group hanging out in the parking lot. There was conversations coming from all around the block and men escorting their dates to the entrance of the theater. Growing anxious to go into the theater, people waited in line, hopping from one foot to the other, ready to taste the popcorn and refreshing soda while they watch their long awaited movie. As soon as the movie began, outside was quiet except for the occasional car driving by and the soft hum from the movie, pouring out from inside. The rain had stopped, a warm breeze taking over to spread the smell of fresh popped popcorn and wet gravel. Applause erupted from the audience as the final words, "The End" crossed the screen. It was Friday night in the small town of Poplar Bluff, Missouri, 1949.

It was now 2011, and the Rodgers Theater still stood. The glorious paint that was once was had now faded to a sullen red, blue, yellow, and green. The movie posters that hung along the outside walls were several years old and the lights no longer brightened the night with the glowing letters spelling out "Rodgers" descending down. There wasn't anyone to sell tickets anymore, the ticket room sat empty, day after day. At night, the street was lonely, hoping for any type of livelihood. This time around, the loneliness wasn't due to fact that everyone was inside watching their movie, but because of the new movie theater across town. No high heels clicked on the sidewalk, no whispers about predictions of the movie. The music store still had customers, the pet store across the block held cuddly creatures for people to own and care for, but the buildings didn't have the life they once had. They were dull and boring brick buildings, with visible attempts of restoration that ultimately failed. The once sparking with life theater had turned to a nostalgic scene.

I love fashion and makeup.
I like to ride bikes, play tennis, and sketch.
I am an avid reader.
I can speak fluent Spanish and work as a translator.
I like a variety of music and love watching movies.
I wish I could dance.
And sing well.
I am a Potterhead.
I think, I may possibly spend too much time on the computer.
I'm kind of weird.
I love food.
I would like to become a psychologist.
I'd like to learn Italian, then French.
I'm nervous about the future.
On that note, I worry too much.
My birthday is May 15th.
I have traveled half way across the world to Europe and I want to go back.

Blog for English 11 - Mrs. Gillmore.

"English grammar is so complex and confusing for the one very simple reason that its rules and terminology are based on Latin, a language with which it has precious little in common." -Bill Bryson.