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Family LossFamily loss:
remembering a loved on
By: Brittany Tennant
On Thurs. Mar. 25, 2010 my grandmother, Nora Rose Tennant, died at age 81. I knew that she was going to die for a few days before it happened, and throughout the time she told my dad to remind me and my brother of how much she loved us both. But it was still heart breaking to hear that I would never see her again.
The only funeral I have attended up to this point in my life was seven years ago when my grandpa, Charles Tennant, died of a heart attack. I remember sitting in the back row of the funeral home ripping tissue paper into miniscule pieces. I was refusing to cry. I was very close to my grandpa, my brother was always close the grandma.
I missed my grandma's funeral because I was in Florida enjoying Disney World with the Ike Band. The day of the funeral sucked for me. I lost my wallet that day and cried about that, but I cried even wors
"Clash of the Titans" reviewClash of the Titans
By Brittany Tennant
"Clash of the Titans" is a remake of the 1981 film by the same name. This remake begins with a beautiful narration of how Zeus (Liam Neeson), Hades (Ralph Fiennes), and Poseidon (Danny Huston) overthrew their father. Zeus, so as to defeat their father Cronos and the other titans, convinced Hades to create a creature that would defeat their enemies, the Kraken. Once the titans are defeated Zeus becomes the god of the heavens and Mount Olympus, Poseidon gets to control the oceans, and being tricked by Zeus, Hades is stuck with the underworld. The narration tells of how Zeus creates humans so that their prayers can fuel the gods immortality and how the humans were beginning to rebel against the gods.
After the narration you are shown a fisherman on his boat, he pulls up an elaborate coffin from the ocean. Opening the gorgeous tomb he reveals a beautiful woman, dead, and a small baby crying.
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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