Coming of Age – “Stand By Me”
Coming of age is one of the main themes in the film “Stand By Me” directed by Rob Riener in 1986, based on the novel “The Body” written by Stephen King. “Stand By Me” is the story of four twelve year olds living in a small town in America, Castle Rock 1959 whose lives were changed by a journey taken at the end of a normal summer to find a boys dead body who is around their age. The four boys Gordie Lachance, Chris Chambers, Teddy Duchamp and Vern Tessio seem to be like brothers towards each other, the mask each of the boys show to the world shows they are fearless, young and naïve, underneath that mask each of the boys have problems at home to deal with.
Gordie is one of the main characters who I think came of age the most out of the four boys. Gordie’s older brother Denny was recently killed in a car accident and his parents haven’t handled it very well. Gordie was the black sheep of the family, not getting much attention because it was all about Denny the popular athlete in town whereas Gordie wasn’t very sporty and loved to write. Denny believed in Gordie and tried to engage him in family discussions. Gordie came of age when he found the body of Ray Brower, he finally could let go of the pain of Denny’s death. Gordie also stood up to Ace and Eyeball who used to pick on him; he showed courage, bravery and determination.
Gordie’s best friend, Chris, who is the natural leader of the group. Chris comes from a bad family which is stereotyped by the time; he has an alcoholic father who beats him, and an older brother who is a delinquent. Everyone in town thinks Chris is the same as his father and brother where he is the total opposite he is intelligent and brave. Chris and Gordie are the brightest of the four boys. Chris acts like a father figure to Gordie being supportive and telling him to follow his dreams to become a writer, in the scene when the boys are walking on the train tracks Gordie and Chris are having a mature conversation about futures whereas Teddy and Vern are speaking about their favourite cartoon characters.
Teddy is quite peculiar, the son of an emotionally disturbed man who has abused him throughout his life. Teddy finds it hard to admit to this situation so he pretends his father is different and it doesn’t affect him. Teddy thrives on adrenaline rushes and gets worked up easily like in the junk yard when Teddy and the old man have a fight and Teddy ends up getting very offended and realises reality – how his father isn’t perfect and isn’t mentally stable, he then apologises to the boys for ruining their adventure and then came of age maturing by thinking not all about himself.
Vern is young, immature and a little bit ditzy usually on the end of most of the jokes. Vern’s older brother often irritates and creates conflict between them both when he is there, so Vern spends quite an amount of time hiding out. Vern found out about Ray Brower over hearing his older brother discuss about the place the dead body of a missing boy, straight away Vern shares this information with the other boys.
This summer holiday adventure had a dramatic effect on all of the boys the significant discoveries they shared, changed their lives forever. They learned so much more about themselves and their families than they ever realised. Not all families are perfect and have some flaws but it doesn’t impact who or what you are going to achieve in life. These boys discovered just how tough life can be much younger then some but this didn’t effect how they turned out, in fact it may have helped them.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Verse Novel
My Name
My name is Keeley,
Not Kelly,
Not Keeley blue,
Nor Keeley purple, pink, white or black,
Keeley Green is my name
So don’t play that colour game.
My family
There’s my dad,
Outside washing his beloved red jaguar,
Because there’s no water restrictions he cleans it every day.
My mum,
Getting her hair and nails done...
By her personal stylist.
Sarah is my older sister; she’s been out all day at a photo shoot and will be home soon.
And me,
I’m getting out the new clothes I’ve recently brought from Forever New my favourite clothing shop.
Our family is pretty happy just us four.
Just joking, my family
Dads just walked in the door,
He’s just arrived home from a tough day at work (so he is not in the mood) and on the phone to a client.
Mum has just finished pulling the washing in she’s not happy because it’s started raining and the washings wet,
She’s about to start cooking an early dinner because I have work.
And she is fossicking over the two Thai exchange students who are incredibly frustrating to have in our house!!
Sarah is in her bedroom,
Studying hard for a sac later on this week,
I never talk to her much these days.
And I’m getting ready for work...
I hate work!
Got you again my family (the real truth)
It’s a quarter past six,
Dad has just arrived home; he’s tired but happy to be home and see the family.
Mum has just finished cooking dinner,
In time for when dad walks in the door.
Sarah is at work.
The Thai students are trying to explain about their days,
Which is hard to understand because they can’t speak fluent English, but still very entertaining.
I’m on the computer chatting to friends and mums nagging me to set the table.
Thinking I wouldn’t change this for a thing,
Mooloolaba
I love Mooloolaba,
I love the feeling of sand between my toes,
I love the feel of crashing waves, over my head,
I love the feeling of the hot sun drying me off after a swim in the ocean,
I love the feeling of dry sand sticking to wet legs.
I love falling asleep to the salty breeze coming off the sea,
Waking up to the soothing coolness of the fan,
The day repeats its self,
I love relaxing with my family.
Until our last day,
When we say our final goodbyes for the year,
Only to return a year later,
To my favourite place.
I remember
I remember the road to poppy’s,
Those big green leafed trees,
I remember my poppy,
I remember his house,
The scent,
The green carpet,
The old television he had in his lounge room,
Where I used to snuggle up to him,
The chest of drawers that was massive,
Where he kept his sweets.
The cracked driveway,
Where I learnt to ride my bike,
I remember these memories,
That will never be lost.
The past
Sometimes I wonder about the past,
What would I change,
Kindergarden and Preschool,
Having not a care in the world.
Being to young to understand.
Getting amused by the littlest things.
When falling over was the only thing that hurt,
When protection was wearing a helmet,
I wish I could go back for a day or too.
And realise I wouldn’t need to change a thing.
Fish
I have a fighting fish,
Boris, is purple, blue and with a tinge of pink.
Boris is so calm and relaxed,
Swimming aimlessly around his small circle tank.
I have always wondered what I would like if I was a fish,
Long? Short? Fat? Pink? Bulgy eyed?
The future
What will happen tomorrow?
What will I be doing this time next year?
What car will I drive?
Will I get married and have a family of my own?
Will I live forever?
Will I travel the world?
Will I still be living at home in twenty years?
What will the future bring me?
Netball
Netball is my sport,
I started playing netball when I was ten years old,
I play it up to four times a week.
For two different clubs
Waverly City and St. Pats
I wear a bodysuit for each,
Ones black, yellow and green the others blue grey and white.
Live it, Love it, Play it, according to my ski drink bottle.
My iPod
My iPod is my favourite thing,
We go everywhere together,
He even knows what the weathers going to be,
He helps me catch my bus,
He helps me stay in touch with friends,
He knows my favourite music,
We play lots of games together,
He is the first thing I see in the morning,
And the last thing I see at night.
Homework
Homework oh homework,
How I hate you,
You never seem to go away,
I would if I were you,
Homework homework how you weigh,
Our school bags down.
You will never be number one on my list
If you leave you’ll never be missed!
School Days
So it’s Monday morning,
I’m still in bed, regretting staying up so late last night.
Thinking about the day ahead, whether it is going to be a good day, or bad.
Suffering from Mondayitis.
But remembering I get so see my friends.
Somehow I drag myself out of bed and start the school week.
Tuesdays and Wednesday are draining,
Having jewellery, my least favourite prac.
Art…that’s another story, I have no artistic skill whatsoever.
Thursdays the tiredness is catching up,
Getting over waking up early,
And getting worse at it.
Fridays, what relief
Fridays are good because the teachers need the weekend,
As well as us
And my weekend starts over.
Chocolate
When I take a bite,
I taste your simple delight.
Chocolate Chocolate,
Cadbury,
Cherry ripe,
Oh the hype,
I get from eating chocolate.
Chocolate Chocolate,
The more I eat, the more I want,
Chocolate is my favourite.
Chocolate Chip Cookies
Warm, Hot and Chewy,
Nom nom nom in my tummy,
Rich, yummy and comforting,
Nom nom nom in my tummy,
Sweet and addictive,
Nom nom nom in my tummy.
Chores
A few of favourite past times,
Emptying the dishwasher,
Cleaning the bedroom,
Setting the table,
Sweeping the floor,
Vacuuming the carpet
Washing the car,
Washing the floor...
.....................
NOT!! I hate doing my chores!
Photos
Photos bring back happy times
Memories
Loved ones
And the past
The innocent
And bring back many Laughs.
Rhyming
I dislike rhyming,
I don’t have a rhyming bone in my body,
It takes way too long,
For me to think of a rhyme,
And a story to write about,
And trying to drag it on my making it longer,
Rhyming isn’t my cup of tea,
Either is a bee,
But you see,
The rhymes I do don’t make sense,
Or mean anything.
Music
The music I listen to reflects my moods,
To calm me,
Relax, Pump or to put me in a good mood.
Without music I don’t know what I would do,
I would be lost,
I even listen to it when I wait for bread to defrost,
I sometimes I listen to it with my dear friend Robert Frost,
Taken off limewire it is not a cost.
My oldest friend
He’s my oldest friend,
He’s been there ever since I remember
The most comforting thing,
His silk scarf between my fingers,
His cute face,
Where I can never make out where his nose went,
He’s always there for a cuddle,
He’s the one who I go to first,
If I’m happy, angry or need comfort.
Always reliable,
But you’ll never know him the way I do.
Night
In the night
I sometimes feel a bite
It starts with a buzz
Then a bite
Then a bump
Then an itch
I scratch and scratch
But it doesn’t help
I hate mosquito bites
My bed
I snuggle in the covers,
Warm as toast,
I hear the rain outside
The wind in the trees,
The thunder crashes
And the lightning flashes.
Ill snuggle under my covers,
Warm as toast.
Odd socks
Where do they go?
Is there a magic spot? Where they all gather
Or dose the washing machine gobble them up?
I only ever lose my favourites,
Or should I say one of my favourites
And it’s always when I’m in a hurry.
They just disappear
Never to be seen again,
Maybe retailers should sell three socks instead of two,
Then when I lose one,
I will still have two.
The Grill
Burgers, souvlakis, steak sandwiches and fish
They are all on the grill
Each one has its spot,
Some with the lot,
Some just plain
Time to stack them up
Wrap them up
So the clients can eat them up.
Hayfever
Hayfever is the worst,
When it comes to it I swear I’m cursed.
The start of November,
The start of spring is the worst,
Blooming flowers,
Freshly mowed grass equals:
Runny noses,
Blocked noses,
Uncontrollable sneezing,
Watery eyes,
And a dry itchy throat.
My first house
I owned my first house at three years of age,
It had a huge balcony,
Two big windows,
And a big, big front door,
It had an emergency exit,
I had to climb a ladder to enter,
Behind my house there was a tyre swing
And lots of grass all around.
Then I got too big for my house
So I moved out
And occasionally went back for tea parties,
I miss my cubby house.
Umpires
Netball, football, cricket,
Soccer, rugby, and tennis
All need umpires
The crowds love to hate them
They get screamed at,
Called names
It is always there fault
The spectators, the players
They all get angry and blame the umpires
Usually in white,
So clean, so pure
and yet so often so very, very wrong.
Nail polish
My nail polish reflects my moods
When I’m
Feeling happy so I choose pink,
Feeling angry so I chose red,
Feeling rebellious so I choose black,
Feeling stylish so I decide a French manicure,
Feeling neutral so I choose blue,
Today I’m feeling tired so I choose pale pink.
When I’m at school, school chooses,
When I’m at work, Georgia chooses none.
Winter
Winter is falling asleep warm with your electric blanket,
Listening to the cold winter storms,
Waking up to the fogged windows,
And the crunch of frost taking your first steps outside for the day.
Winters freezing lunchtimes at school,
Watching the teachers snug and warm in their staff room,
Whilst we sit outside shivering.
I often wonder how they would feel if they were out here,
And we were in there.
Poems
Number one is easy
Number five not so bad
Number 10’s a struggle
Number 23 is just plain hard
Number 30 still seems so far away.
My name is Keeley,
Not Kelly,
Not Keeley blue,
Nor Keeley purple, pink, white or black,
Keeley Green is my name
So don’t play that colour game.
My family
There’s my dad,
Outside washing his beloved red jaguar,
Because there’s no water restrictions he cleans it every day.
My mum,
Getting her hair and nails done...
By her personal stylist.
Sarah is my older sister; she’s been out all day at a photo shoot and will be home soon.
And me,
I’m getting out the new clothes I’ve recently brought from Forever New my favourite clothing shop.
Our family is pretty happy just us four.
Just joking, my family
Dads just walked in the door,
He’s just arrived home from a tough day at work (so he is not in the mood) and on the phone to a client.
Mum has just finished pulling the washing in she’s not happy because it’s started raining and the washings wet,
She’s about to start cooking an early dinner because I have work.
And she is fossicking over the two Thai exchange students who are incredibly frustrating to have in our house!!
Sarah is in her bedroom,
Studying hard for a sac later on this week,
I never talk to her much these days.
And I’m getting ready for work...
I hate work!
Got you again my family (the real truth)
It’s a quarter past six,
Dad has just arrived home; he’s tired but happy to be home and see the family.
Mum has just finished cooking dinner,
In time for when dad walks in the door.
Sarah is at work.
The Thai students are trying to explain about their days,
Which is hard to understand because they can’t speak fluent English, but still very entertaining.
I’m on the computer chatting to friends and mums nagging me to set the table.
Thinking I wouldn’t change this for a thing,
Mooloolaba
I love Mooloolaba,
I love the feeling of sand between my toes,
I love the feel of crashing waves, over my head,
I love the feeling of the hot sun drying me off after a swim in the ocean,
I love the feeling of dry sand sticking to wet legs.
I love falling asleep to the salty breeze coming off the sea,
Waking up to the soothing coolness of the fan,
The day repeats its self,
I love relaxing with my family.
Until our last day,
When we say our final goodbyes for the year,
Only to return a year later,
To my favourite place.
I remember
I remember the road to poppy’s,
Those big green leafed trees,
I remember my poppy,
I remember his house,
The scent,
The green carpet,
The old television he had in his lounge room,
Where I used to snuggle up to him,
The chest of drawers that was massive,
Where he kept his sweets.
The cracked driveway,
Where I learnt to ride my bike,
I remember these memories,
That will never be lost.
The past
Sometimes I wonder about the past,
What would I change,
Kindergarden and Preschool,
Having not a care in the world.
Being to young to understand.
Getting amused by the littlest things.
When falling over was the only thing that hurt,
When protection was wearing a helmet,
I wish I could go back for a day or too.
And realise I wouldn’t need to change a thing.
Fish
I have a fighting fish,
Boris, is purple, blue and with a tinge of pink.
Boris is so calm and relaxed,
Swimming aimlessly around his small circle tank.
I have always wondered what I would like if I was a fish,
Long? Short? Fat? Pink? Bulgy eyed?
The future
What will happen tomorrow?
What will I be doing this time next year?
What car will I drive?
Will I get married and have a family of my own?
Will I live forever?
Will I travel the world?
Will I still be living at home in twenty years?
What will the future bring me?
Netball
Netball is my sport,
I started playing netball when I was ten years old,
I play it up to four times a week.
For two different clubs
Waverly City and St. Pats
I wear a bodysuit for each,
Ones black, yellow and green the others blue grey and white.
Live it, Love it, Play it, according to my ski drink bottle.
My iPod
My iPod is my favourite thing,
We go everywhere together,
He even knows what the weathers going to be,
He helps me catch my bus,
He helps me stay in touch with friends,
He knows my favourite music,
We play lots of games together,
He is the first thing I see in the morning,
And the last thing I see at night.
Homework
Homework oh homework,
How I hate you,
You never seem to go away,
I would if I were you,
Homework homework how you weigh,
Our school bags down.
You will never be number one on my list
If you leave you’ll never be missed!
School Days
So it’s Monday morning,
I’m still in bed, regretting staying up so late last night.
Thinking about the day ahead, whether it is going to be a good day, or bad.
Suffering from Mondayitis.
But remembering I get so see my friends.
Somehow I drag myself out of bed and start the school week.
Tuesdays and Wednesday are draining,
Having jewellery, my least favourite prac.
Art…that’s another story, I have no artistic skill whatsoever.
Thursdays the tiredness is catching up,
Getting over waking up early,
And getting worse at it.
Fridays, what relief
Fridays are good because the teachers need the weekend,
As well as us
And my weekend starts over.
Chocolate
When I take a bite,
I taste your simple delight.
Chocolate Chocolate,
Cadbury,
Cherry ripe,
Oh the hype,
I get from eating chocolate.
Chocolate Chocolate,
The more I eat, the more I want,
Chocolate is my favourite.
Chocolate Chip Cookies
Warm, Hot and Chewy,
Nom nom nom in my tummy,
Rich, yummy and comforting,
Nom nom nom in my tummy,
Sweet and addictive,
Nom nom nom in my tummy.
Chores
A few of favourite past times,
Emptying the dishwasher,
Cleaning the bedroom,
Setting the table,
Sweeping the floor,
Vacuuming the carpet
Washing the car,
Washing the floor...
.....................
NOT!! I hate doing my chores!
Photos
Photos bring back happy times
Memories
Loved ones
And the past
The innocent
And bring back many Laughs.
Rhyming
I dislike rhyming,
I don’t have a rhyming bone in my body,
It takes way too long,
For me to think of a rhyme,
And a story to write about,
And trying to drag it on my making it longer,
Rhyming isn’t my cup of tea,
Either is a bee,
But you see,
The rhymes I do don’t make sense,
Or mean anything.
Music
The music I listen to reflects my moods,
To calm me,
Relax, Pump or to put me in a good mood.
Without music I don’t know what I would do,
I would be lost,
I even listen to it when I wait for bread to defrost,
I sometimes I listen to it with my dear friend Robert Frost,
Taken off limewire it is not a cost.
My oldest friend
He’s my oldest friend,
He’s been there ever since I remember
The most comforting thing,
His silk scarf between my fingers,
His cute face,
Where I can never make out where his nose went,
He’s always there for a cuddle,
He’s the one who I go to first,
If I’m happy, angry or need comfort.
Always reliable,
But you’ll never know him the way I do.
Night
In the night
I sometimes feel a bite
It starts with a buzz
Then a bite
Then a bump
Then an itch
I scratch and scratch
But it doesn’t help
I hate mosquito bites
My bed
I snuggle in the covers,
Warm as toast,
I hear the rain outside
The wind in the trees,
The thunder crashes
And the lightning flashes.
Ill snuggle under my covers,
Warm as toast.
Odd socks
Where do they go?
Is there a magic spot? Where they all gather
Or dose the washing machine gobble them up?
I only ever lose my favourites,
Or should I say one of my favourites
And it’s always when I’m in a hurry.
They just disappear
Never to be seen again,
Maybe retailers should sell three socks instead of two,
Then when I lose one,
I will still have two.
The Grill
Burgers, souvlakis, steak sandwiches and fish
They are all on the grill
Each one has its spot,
Some with the lot,
Some just plain
Time to stack them up
Wrap them up
So the clients can eat them up.
Hayfever
Hayfever is the worst,
When it comes to it I swear I’m cursed.
The start of November,
The start of spring is the worst,
Blooming flowers,
Freshly mowed grass equals:
Runny noses,
Blocked noses,
Uncontrollable sneezing,
Watery eyes,
And a dry itchy throat.
My first house
I owned my first house at three years of age,
It had a huge balcony,
Two big windows,
And a big, big front door,
It had an emergency exit,
I had to climb a ladder to enter,
Behind my house there was a tyre swing
And lots of grass all around.
Then I got too big for my house
So I moved out
And occasionally went back for tea parties,
I miss my cubby house.
Umpires
Netball, football, cricket,
Soccer, rugby, and tennis
All need umpires
The crowds love to hate them
They get screamed at,
Called names
It is always there fault
The spectators, the players
They all get angry and blame the umpires
Usually in white,
So clean, so pure
and yet so often so very, very wrong.
Nail polish
My nail polish reflects my moods
When I’m
Feeling happy so I choose pink,
Feeling angry so I chose red,
Feeling rebellious so I choose black,
Feeling stylish so I decide a French manicure,
Feeling neutral so I choose blue,
Today I’m feeling tired so I choose pale pink.
When I’m at school, school chooses,
When I’m at work, Georgia chooses none.
Winter
Winter is falling asleep warm with your electric blanket,
Listening to the cold winter storms,
Waking up to the fogged windows,
And the crunch of frost taking your first steps outside for the day.
Winters freezing lunchtimes at school,
Watching the teachers snug and warm in their staff room,
Whilst we sit outside shivering.
I often wonder how they would feel if they were out here,
And we were in there.
Poems
Number one is easy
Number five not so bad
Number 10’s a struggle
Number 23 is just plain hard
Number 30 still seems so far away.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
23rd of August
On the weekend I went shopping with my older sister Sarah and my Mum, we went to shoppingtown. I brought a pair of jeans from Bardot, nothing else sadly. On Saturday and Sunday I worked from 5:30pm to 9pm it wasnt too busy on Saturday night, but Sunday it was very busy!
On Sunday day Laura came over, we chilled and watched some movies. One of the movies we watched was called Julie and Julia, it wasnt the best movie.
Today is actually a nice day considering how bad the weather has been lately, the suns out and its warm!! Blue skies, its the start of Spring. I like Spring because its my birthday in this season!
These blogs are still to confusing for me! So half the time when we are on them I have no clue what im doing!!
On Sunday day Laura came over, we chilled and watched some movies. One of the movies we watched was called Julie and Julia, it wasnt the best movie.
Today is actually a nice day considering how bad the weather has been lately, the suns out and its warm!! Blue skies, its the start of Spring. I like Spring because its my birthday in this season!
These blogs are still to confusing for me! So half the time when we are on them I have no clue what im doing!!
Monday, August 9, 2010
Journal 10/8
It's Tuesday, a very cold, wet and miserable Tuesday! Also my sisters birthday, so we are going out to a resturant Montezuma's its in Richmond, my favourite resturant! Last weekend was great, it was a long weekend. On Saturday I stayed home during the day and worked from 5:30pm to 9pm it was a good night. Sunday morning I had m y last netball tournament for the year, we lost in the semi's but we were proud we made it that far. Sunday night I was exhausted so I just chilled on the couch. Monday morning I went into the city with mum to see a specialist and the nwe went to shoppingtown to buy last minute presents for Sarah.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
My weekend was good, I didnt get up to much but what I did was nice. I went on a bike ride with my Dad, it was a nice faher/daughter bonding sesh :) It was 20km, we were pretty proud of our achievement. That night (Saturday) I had work from 5:30 to 9:00, it wasn't to busy so it was nice. That night we got free scallop potato which was yum.
Sunday I woke up and my dad invited me to see Western Buldogs verses North Melbourne in coorperate seating, the seats were so good but it was a pitty that the either of the teams paying were mine! Western Buldugs ended up winning bye alot. That night I relaxed at home :)
Sarah's birthday is coming up so I need to brainstorm ideas for presents. So on Tuesday night after school Laura and I are going to shoppingtown to buy her presents!
Sunday I woke up and my dad invited me to see Western Buldogs verses North Melbourne in coorperate seating, the seats were so good but it was a pitty that the either of the teams paying were mine! Western Buldugs ended up winning bye alot. That night I relaxed at home :)
Sarah's birthday is coming up so I need to brainstorm ideas for presents. So on Tuesday night after school Laura and I are going to shoppingtown to buy her presents!
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