Hey guys!
I will be in and out of the classroom today working on the photography for our Postsecret Project, so I wanted to give you guys something to work on that would be creative, fun, and linked to the unit we are working on.
Personal narratives need to be very descriptive - the places, the people, the events, and the feelings involved all have to be explained with great accuracy and using beautiful language. For this exercise, I want you to work on your descriptiveness - the ability to delineate the characteristics of something, good and bad, and explain it to the world.
Please complete the following activity. It will be due on Monday, posted or handwritten.
Your task is to describe your hands in as much detail as possible. A page would be considered an appropriate length for this activity.
You may answer the following questions, or find other creative ways to express your descriptiveness.
1. Do you have any white spots on your nails? Which ones?
2. If your hands were flat in front of you, would the tip of your thumb reach the second knuckle on your index finger?
3. Are your fingers hairy, or devoid of hair?
4. Do your fingers have any scars or marks? How did you get them?
5. Which is longer, your index finger or your ring finger?
6. Do you have freckles or moles on your hands?
7. Are your fingers or hands callused? Why?
8. Do you bite your fingernails? Paint them? Are they dirty?
9. When your index finger is stretched out, how many wrinkles do you have in your middle knuckle?
10. Are the lines on the inside of the hand prominent?
11. Are your hands big or small?
DO NOT SIMPLY ANSWER THE QUESTIONS - THIS ASSIGNMENT IS TO BE WRITTEN IN THE FORM OF A NARRATIVE, WITH A BEGINNING, MIDDLE, AND CONCLUSION.
Good luck on this activity...hope you find your descriptive abilities quite handy (Pun intended...groans optional).
29 comments:
Kristyn Bell
Honors English 2
Period 2
October 17, 2007
Everyone in the world has different hands. Some have calluses as some have spots. They all each have different fingerprints per person and we each use them for a different reason. Like some does major surgery as others plays instruments with our hands. Our hands are all unique in their special way and are apart of us as a person. For no one in the world have the same hands. Including my own hands.
My hands are different as well. My hands are noticeably smaller then others, they are short and stubble just like my dads. In this case I don’t like my hands because it is harder to play instruments, such as piano, with short fingers. The tip of my thumb cannot even reach the second knuckle on my index finger. That is how short they are. However it does not call attention to people. Also my index finger is smaller than my ring finger by about half an inch.
I also wear four rings on my hands. One on my left ring finger in which is my middle school class ring. A second on my middle left finger in which is white gold with three small diamonds. Then on my middle right I have a gold ring with a heart shaped midnight sapphire. Last I have a sterling silver ring on my right ring finger with a simulated turquoise.
My hands also got a little hair below the knuckle because my hair is so dark it is seeable. I don’t have any scars or marks on my hands, except I got one freckle below my knuckle of my left index finger. On the tips of my left hand fingers I got calluses where I play the guitar.
Occasionally I do bite my fingernails, but I try to stop that to let them grow out. Also sometimes I paint my fingernails with fingernail polish when I have time. Right know though they are dirty due to I just got out of art class and got paint all over them. They are very dry most of the time, too. Also a few of the lines on the inside of my hand are prominent, but most cannot be seen.
These are the way my hands are different from the worlds. Why each person is different by their hands they have. In which can do incredible things and we could be lost without our hands working for us. Our hands is very important and should be thought highly of.
Allison Rowe
October 17, 2008
Mr. Parsons
Advanced English II
Allison’s Amazing Hands
Almost every person living on Earth today was blessed with two hands. Most may have these, but hardly anyone ever goes into detail about how descriptive each hand is. If you were to compare your hands with those of your neighbors, you would find almost every part of each is different from the other.
My hands are amazing and perfect for myself! I have very small fingers upon my hands, but they are also fat fingers. My knuckles are large because I crack and pop them unmercifully, but my fingers are very short. You could say I have pretty funky jacked up hands.
The palms of my hands are first and foremost rough. I am much into athletics and lifting things with my hands, so I have a few calluses. There are also many lines and wrinkles upon my hand that I find strange because people I compare to, have much less. These lines on my palms are a coral pink color and they stand out greatly when contrasted to the rest of my palm. The skin tone of my palms is actually the exact same color as the top of my hand.
The tops of my hands contain small blonde hairs and many scars. By looking at my hand anyone can tell that I have been a very active child in the past. Several scars and cuts cover my knuckles, fingers, and palms. Some scars are straight thin lines, some are like little dots, and others are simple curved lines. My hands also have few freckles arranged in various patterns.
Upon the fingers of my hands are fingernails. Stubby and short, but I have fingernails, nonetheless. I am a very nervous person and I worry a lot. When I do so, I chew on my fingernails. They do not go past the end of my fingers and the whites at the end are barely there. Also visible, is where the skin around my fingernails has been chewed down to the very core. Skin sticks up and in some places there is blood from no skin at all.
With hands I can do much. I use my hands to write, color, and draw. I use them to cheerlead, perform gymnastics, and for dance. I use my hands for running relays, playing softball, volleyball, and football. I use them to cook, clean, get dressed, and perfect myself. The point is I use my hands for everything and without them; I probably wouldn’t be typing this paper. Hands are amazing and mine are perfect the way that they are.
So, yeah, as most people do I have a hand. Not only is my hand completely normal but also it’s too normal and everyone makes fun of it. They say “Hey look that’s that kid with the hand. Hey why don’t you go twiddle your opposable thumbs because you have that ability much like the rest of us. Haha see you later Trash Can the Hand Man.” Granted they’re not the brightest people in the world but they bring up a good point. I mean you take a look at my hand and tell me it’s not freakishly normal.
First off I have four fingers and a thumb. Ranked from shortest to tallest they go: middle, ring, index, pinkie, and thumb. I’ve heard that feminine hands have the ring finger as the longer one of the five. My pinkie is only a teeny bit bigger but than my thumb but my thumb is much wider.
My nails contrast nicely against my naturally tanned skin. I have three little white dots on my right ring finger that look morphed together. Momma always said that those white dots represent lies I’ve told in the past.
I have a freckle/mole on my left hand right beside my index knuckle going towards my thumb. It looks like an eye when place my thumb under my index finger and move it up and down, using it as a mouth. People always tell me that I have the softest hands ever. That’s like the only two differences between my hands and other people’s: that and well maybe the fact that I always have something written on them. I always have little reminders on my hands in Sharpie ink, highlighter or pen.
Come to think my hands are a lot different than the rest of the worlds. Next time one of those bullies starts picking on me I’ll get right up in his and say: “Do your hands have little reminders on them? Do your nails have little white lie dots? Do you have a freckle/mole? No you don’t. So shut up and go cry about it normal hand freak child boy!”
Bradley Fyffe
10/17/08
2nd Period
Mr. Parsons
Hands of an Angel
Hands are the most essential part of the human body. Hands are a feature that can tell a lot about the person that you are. Some people find hands an attractive part of the body. I’m a person that thinks that hands are the most appealing part of the body. One pair of hands is more attractive than all. Those are the hands of Brad Fyffe.
As I was aimlessly shopping for a new pet, in Petland of course, one of the workers asked me if I needed assistance. I said that I could use some. He introduced himself as Brad, and when he shook my hand, I felt hands of magic. While his gentle touch embraced my hand, I noticed that the three lines on each of his knuckles were perfectly spaced apart. The calluses on the insides of his palm indicated that he probably plays baseball, since they were lined in the bottom row of knuckles where the bat is commonly held. Also the calluses on the ends of his fingers, indicating a guitar player, made me wonder if that since his hands are beautiful, if the music he plays with them is beautiful as well.
“Excuse me, are you ready to start shopping?” Brad asked, interrupting my blank stare at his magnificent hands.
“Sorry sir, but yes. I’m looking for a pet that is playful, loving, and easy to take care of.” I replied.
“Well I own a Golden Retriever that has endless locks of flowing gold fur like this one.” Brad suggested as he stroked a nearby dog.
As I reached down the pet the dog, Brad grabbed it by the collar and led it my way. As his right palm faced upwards, due to holding the collar, I saw a freckle in the middle of his palm. I petted the dog and quickly made my decision to buy it. Mesmerized by his big beautiful hands, I didn’t think about the decision that I had made.
I followed Brad to the cash register while he checked me out. He told me my total and reached for my money. I noticed how his hands were perfectly proportioned; his thumb did not reach the second knuckle on his index finger. As he curled his hand into a fist with my bill in it, I became aware of the fact that I would not want to take a punch from that manly fist, due to its largeness and moderate hairiness.
When he laid the change in my hand, I inquired about the tiny scar on the top of his left hand.
“How did you get that scar?” I shyly inquired,
“Lets just say, never take the sissy test, you always lose.” Brad said with a slight chuckle. “Have a nice day.”
I made my way to the door with my new acquaintance. I thought about the person, and his hands, that I had just met. I realized that everyone is different and unique, from personality, looks, and all the way down to hands. Hands also allow great people to do great things in this world.
By meeting Brad, I discovered that we do not need to not take hands for granted. Hands make everyone unique and let them accomplish big things in our world.
Sara Hardin
Honors English II
Mr. Parsons
10-17-08
My Hands
Everyone discovers, pretty early in life, that we all have a set of hands. We have a right hand, and a left one. Each persons hands are different from the next.
My hands are pretty normal. I have normal nails, normal fingers, and normal knuckles. My hands are pretty small, thought, but if they were any bigger they probably would not go well with the rest of my body.
I tend to bite my nails when I get nervous. This keeps my nails rather short, all the time. Some people have weird square shaped nails, but mine are rounded and not to bad looking. My cuticles need to be cut right now, but lately I haven’t had much time to do that. Usually my nails are painted a pretty pink color but right now they are just plain.
I have been told many different theories on how you get those strange little white marks on the surface of your nail. Some people say that every time you lie you end up with a white mark on your nail. Well, I can assure you, I have not lied enough to have nineteen little white marks on my nails. So, I try to convince myself that it is because of something like calcium deposits.
My knuckles are pretty normal, as well. When my hand is lying flat, there is about three or four wrinkles that appear on them. When I bend my hand into a fist, those wrinkles turn red. I can actually do something really cool with my knuckles. I strangely discovered that if I clench my hand into a fist, I can somehow move my knuckles back and forth. It is pretty neat.
The palms of my hands are slightly pinkish colored. You can see the lines that criss-cross all over them. There is a scratch on the top of my hand right now, and it looks kind of ugly. There is also a random freckle on my left hand, closer to my wrist.
My hands are as normal as it gets. I will probably be painting them pink later, and make them more pretty than they are right now. I use my hands for a lot of different things. So, my hands come in handy quite often.
Mark Austin
10/18/08
Honors English II
Mr. Parsons
3rd Period
Like many other students tired, bored and over all fed-up with the monotony of the average school day, I too turn to the outside world to fill the emptiness which is my inner mind. Looking for any small thing that just might be new in this world of mindless repetition, we resort to getting lost in the grooves of a pencil, day dreaming about the girl across the hall, even having an escapade with the design on the weird kid's shirt, only to be abruptly brought back to the cruel and pitiless classroom with the rap of a ruler across ones knuckle. Unfortunately, these sorry distractions are typically insufficient for such a terrible and pathetic existence. Luckily I have one thing that can never be lost or stolen, prohibited or packed away, my hands.
My hands are skilled in the art of amusement. Whether contorted into the shapes of animals and people, drumming out the beat to the song of the week on my desk or making mocking gestures behind the professors' back, they are always there to keep myself and my fellow classmates entertained. They sketch out offensive doodles of my superiors and peers. They provide emphasis when speaking, and transmit makeshift sign language in times of silence. They fret the strings of a guitar, and when desperate enough drum out a beat on a snare. They can craft out a paper football in minutes, push it down field for a touchdown, and then go for the extra point. My hands can help a plumber rescues a princess without ever getting up. They can fold a homework assignment into an airplane and transport a message swiftly. My hands can tell stories and bring back memories. They display the calluses of music and the scars from accidents. Their' nails are chewed down in times of stress. They shake the hand of someone new and pound knuckles with some of my closest. I can stare at their' patterns and watch the joints twist and turn. There's always something for me to look at and think about, a new freckle, a bruise, a scrape or a mark. My hands are the most used and usually the most abused thing I own. They're the first to touch the ground when I fall. They freeze when it's cold and burn when I accidentally grab something hot. They help me climb into my house when I'm locked out, and help me catch myself when I almost fall through the window. But, through it all my hands have never failed me, and I am thankful for that. I hope I never have to try to make it through a day without them because if I did, I think I may not make it.
Chelsey Hayes
October 17, 2008
Parsons
Advanced English II
Well most people have two hands. My hands are kind of small compared to some people’s hands. I have white spots on all my nails except my pinky on my right hand. My thumb is few centimeters short from reaching my second knuckle on my index finger. My ring finger is a bit longer than my index finger by about 3 centimeters or so. I don’t have any freckles or moles on my hands, but I do have a scar on my right hand, from where I was washing my grandmothers walls and I scraped it a crossed a nail and cut it, also have a piece of lead in my right hand as well. It’s been there since kindergarten. I was taking a pencil and I was running it on the edge of our kitchen table and it slipped off the edge of the table and it went through my hand. I have three wrinkles on my index finger when it’s completely stretch out. I don’t really bite my nails unless I’m extremely nervous about something. I paint my nails occasionally when I actually feel like it but other than that I rarely paint my nails. Hands are very important in every day life.
Ashley Barlow
3rd period
Mr. Parsons
My Hands
My hands are very unique in their own way. I have long and skinny fingers. They come in handy when I play basketball. Something unique about my hands is that I have a scar on every finger. I can’t begin to tell you how I got them all. My hands aren’t hairy and if they were then I would shave them.
I can’t tell if I have white spots on my nails because I currently have pink nail polish on. I keep my nails pretty short most of the time because its hard to play guitar with long nails. The only time I have long nails is when I’m wearing fake nails for a dance or something very special. Most of the time I don’t have nail polish on but on a rare occasion I do paint them hot pink. A pet peeve of mine is dirty fingernails, that is so gross!
There are three horizontal wrinkles on the insides of my hands that are very prominent. Also, I have four horizontal wrinkles on my index knuckle that are also very prominent. To be exact, I have fifty-five noticeable wrinkles on each hand. Each finger has at least nine wrinkles that are prominent.
On the backs of my hands are large veins. I have a freckle on my left middle finger, on the first knuckle. I have this on cool scar on my right, pinky finger from punching my brother in the face when he had braces. I have calluses on the tip every finger on my left hand from playing the guitar.
My thumb only comes to about the top of my first knuckle of my index finger. My middle finger is the longest finger I have. My ring finger is just a little bit longer than my index finger but for the most part my hands are pretty in portion. My hands are unique, given to me to slap my boyfriend around and rub my dad’s neck when it hurts. I could not enjoy life near as much without them.
A Boy and His Hand
Once, many years ago, there lived a little hand upon an infant’s arm. For many years it was the tool that kept this small child alive, the instrument that allowed him to move, eat, and touch. However, the end of this small child’s life is coming to a close, and he is finally beginning his young adulthood. Every aspect of his physical body is quickly changing, adapting to help him in his new, larger world. His legs have grown longer, his feet larger, and his hand, the tool that he used to survive as an infant, is quickly catching up to adult size. Even now, after growing so much taller, and gaining the ability to walk, his hand is still his most valued tool, allowing him to do things no other device could ever dream of. Through his many conquests, this aspiring young man has become more reliant than ever upon his hand, and after many years of use, it has finally started to show some of it’s wear.
When first looking upon this boy’s right hand, your eyes will most likely be deceived. With a quick glance, it will appear, like many hands, unremarkable. After a closer inspection, however, you will finally see the proof of battles. Once of these is a small, x-shaped scar on the back of the hand, proving that you should not climb trees with only your legs. Another three lie within the second knuckle of its middle finger, marking the boy’s first bicycle accident. Yet another scar lies in the same location, but instead rests upon the pinky finger, a testimony to the boy strumming his guitar.
After flipping this hand, however, you will notice even more. The first things you will notice are the very prominent lines that run throughout the palm, quickly racing to intersect at the point under the index finger. Then your eyes will be drawn to the wicker style lines that make up the creases in all the fingers. However, you will stop when you spot a cut of unknown origin, and notice how it looms ominously just above the second crease of the middle finger.
Yes, it is true that this hand has been through a lot, and faced many foes. However, fear not for it, with its pinky scar, wicker creases, and unknown cuts, for this hand has many adventures ahead, and even though it will try to be safe, it will earn many more features and scars. One day the hand may have changed so much that it will hardly be recognizable, but you will still remember the features spoken of here, and you will smile as you recall the tale of the hand that started so many years ago on the end of small infant’s arm.
Chelsea Hale
Honors English II
Period 3
October 19, 2008
In the world, there are many people that try to be like others so they will fit in. They copy their friends' wardrobes, their hair, or maybe the way they act. But one thing someone could not copy is your hands. Every body's hands are different, and as I look down at my own, I feel proud because I know that they are like no one else's.
The patches of pink and blue stand out against my pale skin. The left side of my right hand is decorated with a line of silver thanks to my drawings earlier today. I have seven freckles sprinkled randomly over the backs of my hands, with new one appearing from time to time. My nails are cut short and recently painted a bright, bold red. The nail polish is smudged and contains little dented lines. I am too impatient to sit still long enough for them to dry before I complete anymore tasks. My middle finger on my right hand has a little dent on the left side of it, just big enough for my pencil to fit perfectly.
I turn my hands over and examine my palms. I have three little red dots: one under my right index finger, one about two-thirds op my right ring finger, and a new one near the bottom of my left index finger. I couldn't tell you what these dots are, but I like them because they make my hands more unique. My eyes move up my fingers, until they are looking at the very tips. I notice that the tips on my right hand are more rounded than the tips of my left hand. This is a result of my attempts at playing the guitar.
Countless people pay no attention to their hands. They don't realize how important and unique each set of hands truly is. I am so thankful for my hands and how they help me each day, and set me apart from every other person in the world. My hands make me who I am.
Jessica Reynolds
Honors English 2
3rd Period
10/19/08
From the moment each of us are born, we use our hands. Babies are always picking their noses, spreading the ever so delectable mushed peas across their faces, clapping their hands in excitement, and the adorable sucking of their thumbs.
As we get older, our hands and our uses for them, change. We no longer use them to hold on to our mother's shirt as we nap, or wipe paint on the kitchen wall. We start using them to do things that we enjoy; such as drawing a picture, or writing a poem, or holding hands with person you like. I remember the first time I held hands with someone. I was quite embarrased, for the simple fact that I hated the way my hands looked, and still do today. They are the strangest looking hands. They are quite small around the tips, but then get bigger towards the kuckle, and then small again. They honestly resemble little miniature bowling pins. My mother had told me once, that if you paint your nails a vibrant color, when people looked at your hands, they would only notice the color of your nails, and not the way your hands looked. Im not sure if she was totally correct in that statement, but ever since then I have kept my nails painted. They have been painted in every color under the sun, but as for now I like to keep it a bit mixed up, so one set of my nails is painted pink, and the other is green.
My fingers are also very long. Unlike some of my short fingered friends, I am able to do what I call the "finger wiggle" with great speed. The "finger wiggle" is something that I do when I am overly happy or excited. To do the "finger wiggle", you have to deeply inhale, bring your hands together so that each set of fingers is touching, and then move them (or wiggle) as fast as you can. There was one period in my life when I was unable to do the finger wiggle for a few weeks. This was due to the fact that I slammed my hand in a car door, which resulted into a deep cut on my ring finger, that later turned into a scar.
Whether you are a baby and use your hands for picking your nose, or you are an adolescent peeling multi-colored band-aids off of your scabed knuckles, or you are just a teenage girl painting your nails, your hands are an essential part of who you are. Countless memories have been made with my hands, and I would not give those up for the world.
Aaron Hieneman
Honors English II
Period 2
October 19, 2008
In the world there are many different types of hands. No bodies hands are the same some are large and some are small, some have blisters, calluses while other are soft and smooth. My hands have been through a lot many tiring summers of baseball, many holes of golf and even long nights playing guitar.
My hands are quite large in size but very sensitive, my thumb does not reach my second knuckle on my index finger. My hands are a little bit hairy like my dads but nothing to weird you out about. i have a scar on my right index finger which came from an accident in which i had when i was little at one my dads friends houses. I was attempting to chop wood for a fire in which we made and while I chopping wood the hatchet I was using bounced of the wood and hitting my finger causing the greatest pain I had ever felt and I have a scar to prove the pain that i had.
My fingers are quiet long my index finger is shorter than my ring finger, yet I have no freckles on my fingers i do have wrinkles which are pretty easy to spot out. I don't chew on my finger like some people because it makes you look like your nervous most of the time my finger nails are a little long because I let them grow out all the time. Also my fingernails can get dirty time to time from art class to getting down and dirty outside. There are a few wrinkles that are shown on my middle fingers I am not for sure how many because I never take the time to look. On the insides of my hands there are many of lines that are prominent and they are large because my hands also very large.
These are my hands and yes they are very different than most peoples in the world. Without my hands I would not be able to do anything and I think everyone else in the world feels the same. Without our hands we would not be able to make it through the day, our hands are very important and we all should treat them with respect.
When you shake someone's hand you can feel the texture and the size. Is that person's hand big, or small? Is it rough or smooth? A person's hand can tell you even what kind of job they have, or how much they write. Everyone in the world has different hands. Do you know what yours are like?
My hands are small, but most girls hands are. My left hand seems just a little bit bigger then my right and my third finger is the longest. I bite my fingernails almost everyday so they are very short. I usually do it when I get nervous.
My palms are really soft. I have hardly any hair on any part, and what I do have is blonde. I at least have four horizontal lines on every knuckle on my fingers. When I move my hands the ligiments move all around and it looks weird. I can pop them too.
Right under my nails there are also another three horizontal lines. On my right hand I have a caluse on my ring finger from writting. It hurts when I write alot in school. I love to paint my finger nails. They almost always are pink, but I try to match the color with my outfit.
No one can live without their hands. They are made just to fit you. You use them for the simpliest things such as picking up a object. I never realized how important hands really are.
Tyler Hurst
Period #2
I was pumped for the weekend, considering that it was Friday. I had just left first period and proceeded to walk to English class. I thought there would not have been any assignments that day because we had been previously working on a project. I was wrong however; we did have an assignment, to write about our hands! I proceeded to write the following description about my hands:
My fingernails glisten in the sun as the beams of light descend upon the occasional white spots on my fingernails. If my hands were flat in front of me, the tip of my thumb would not reach my index finger’s knuckle. Some may frown upon my short thumb, but my hands are not monsters. I am no man of age, but I am not void of hair. I have no desire to be a Geico caveman, so there are not massive amounts of hair settling on my fingers. There are trace amounts of hair, but again I desire to not be a caveman.
My hands are beautiful (I cannot emphasize that enough). There are no scars on my hand. There are many humans abroad that marvel at my stud-like extremities. Even conceited carnivorous cannibals drool at the image of my non-callused hands. Many of the ladies shriek at the sight of such marvelous extremities and with my touch shriek of their softness!
My ring finger is longer than my index finger, but my middle finger outdoes them all! As I ponder about the majesty of my hands, I can’t help but notice a couple of hidden freckles upon them. Freckles seldom appear but only enhance the greatness of my hands.
I do not have calluses on my hands, even though I have done some hard work in my time. I take pride in not having callused hands, but I will lose that pride when I become either a farmer or a person who plays a guitar without a pick.
I do bite my fingernails, as I cannot stand clippers. My fingers are mavericks, so I use a combination of clippers and my own teeth. Below my fingernail, on my middle finger, I have five consecutive wrinkles.
The lines on my hands are very prominent, indeed. I leave massive fingerprints and handprints everywhere I go. I cannot commit crimes because of the prominence of the lines on my hands and fingers.
Alex Lanning
Honors English 2
%th Period
October 19, 2008
10 fingers, 10 nails, 18 joints, 8 knuckles and an infinite amount of individuality: these are my hands. I have never recognized their significance in my life, or the amount of activities I could not be involved in without them. They give me opportunities that people without the fortune of hands are not exposed to. These wonders that are attached to my wrists allow me to be me.
The palms are overloaded with lines and wrinkles. Some are very faint and others are utterly defined. They look rough to the eye, but when touched are amazingly smooth. The occasional callus occurs from holding my tennis racket or writing too much, but that flaw does not happen often. I have a small mole on the lower part of my right palm. It is the only spot on that whole hand and I like to think it gives me character.
My fingers are average size, though I tend to cautiously believe they are bigger than most girls’ are. The ring finger on my left hand shows off a very awkwardly shaped mole. It is located on the inner part of the finger, right before connecting to the hand and linking to the middle finger. I first noticed the mole in kindergarten and my mom mistook it as spaghetti sauce. She tried to wash it off, but that obviously was not an rational way to remove it. On the inner part of my right index finger, there is a callus that never goes away. I have gotten used to it but it hurts when I write. My father has a callus in the exact same spot.
I bite my nails when I am nervous or bored. Lately I have been letting them grown out and I often get complimented on them. They are hard to keep clean though, and my cuticle always grows too long. Both of my thumbs have huge calcium spots on them and that interests me.
My hands are often very dry and the skin around my nails always peels. I think it makes me look dirty, but there’s not much I can do about it. On my left hand, there are random, small freckles allover it. I don’t have freckles anywhere else on my body, which is weird. My ring fingers are much longer than my index fingers and my left one is the biggest. Both of the nails on my pinky fingers have very tiny white spots on them; they are the only ones like that.
Personally, I think the joints in my hands are ugly and unattractive, but I’m sure they look the same as everyone else’s. I almost always have something written on my hands to help me remember things. As of today they say, “Tooth picks”. I need them for science class, but of course I neglected to buy them.
My hands are the most used body part I have. Touch, probably the most essential of the five senses, is expressed through hands. When something looks soft, rough, squishy, flat, etc., my hands allow me to experience that feeling. Without them, I would not be able to function normally or be able to feel all things in life that are breath-takingly soft. Thank you god for these hands.
Honors English II
Mr. Parsons
Kati Howard
My whole life they’ve been by my side, they have grown as I’ve grown, and aged just the same as I: my hands. Not only do our hands give us something that everyone longs after, individuality, they complete straining jobs on a daily basis.
As the years carry on so does my hands. Throughout these years I and my hands have tried our luck at many obstacles. Piano being one of my favorite, I enjoyed the praise complements coming from my instructor on how well I rounded my hands, which made playing quite an ease. For me, this came as complete and utter shock, I always imagined great piano players to have small dainty hands, and trust me mine are far from that. To be quite blunt my hands are the manliest girl hands you will ever lay eyes on. When compared with other girls my age, my fingertips overlap theirs a freakishly amount. Not only are my hands great in length, but I can spread my finger out and outlandish width. Now don’t get me wrong even though they are manly, they are free from hair and extremely soft; my dear friend Megan even enjoys rubbing their soft tops each day in Mr. Sutton’s class. My fingernails always look very painful because I keep them trimmed down to the quick, which surprisingly doesn’t hurt. My fingernails lay scared with many white spots, unsure of their origin. On the palm of my left hand there is a very prominent freckle, visible at a glance. This freckle is my Assurant that the hand I’m looking at is in fact my left hand. The end of my thumbs lay flatter than the rest of my fingertips, thanks to my obsession with texting.
Without these two hands, many of my fondest memories would be no more. Even though everyone has a pair, they set us apart in so many different ways. Have you took a closer look at your hands lately?
Gifts From God
There are always two things in life I can count on, literally count on. There will always be two things that I can trust to catch me if I fall, given the circumstances of the fall of course. Until the day I die, I can rest assured that there will be at least two things by my side, actually by my side, and these are my wonderful hands.
These wonderful creations of life, though greatly overlooked, are great gifts blessed upon me by God himself. While holding them up in front of my face and observing them with loving eyes of compassion, I notice much detail that I never take the time to see in my day-to-day life. My hands display so much about who I am as a person it’s almost unfathomable. They display many scars and bruises from countless heated battles with walls and such in times of frantic rage. Calluses from years of creating phenomenal music and large blisters from my recent endeavor into the world of slap bass cover these treasured warriors of life. My fingernails have been chewed, bitten, ripped and torn throughout their lifetimes, and they are littered with white spots and striations. Turning them over, you can see deep creases running and crossing in every possible direction and angle. These patterns have changed and morphed and developed as the years passed and I slowly grew into the person I am today.
My hands are also used for much more than just releasing fury and creating wonderful music, they are also used to entertain me on a daily basis and convey nearly all of the emotions I exhibit as a human being. I can use them for making humanly connections to those around me, a friendly shake or squeeze will allow me to show honor, happiness or affection. I hold pencils in them and use them as makeshift drumsicks while sitting dumbfounded in class once my head gets sore from pounding it upon the desk. I can write a note and toss it across the room, or use them to make out a message or tap to the beat of a song on the radio.
These hands have countless uses, creating music and communicating with others are just a few of them. These hands have and always will be there for me and I believe their touch will in some way, change the world. These hands will their mark.
- Steven Hulett
Before this assignment I don’t think I have ever really looked at my hands. They’ve just always been there so I never really thought, “Hey, I better get a good look before they leave.” But now that I think of it, my two hands are unique and I should probably appreciate them a little bit more.
I don’t think I have any white spots on my fingernails. I’m wearing lime green and electric blue nail-polish right now so I can’t really check, but if I had to guess I would say that I didn’t. My hands are average sized; my fingers are VERY stumpy though. It’s like I have toes on my hands, gross yes, but very true. My thumb can’t reach the second knuckle of my first finger, it’s not even close, so I guess you could call it the pinkie toe of thumbs. My middle finger is longer than my ring finger, but not by much. My middle fingers have a ton of little wrinkles on them but my left hand knuckle has six deeper lines and the right has five.
My hands have no crazy markings or unusual feature to set them apart. They are just plain, ordinary hands, like a blank canvas. My hands have hair on them, but I would probably call it invisible hair because you can’t see it unless you stare at them for a long, long time. Personally I think that dirty fingernails are disgusting! We are not cavemen; we have soap, so there is no excuse what-so-ever for that nastiness. I don’t bite my fingernails either, because that’s pretty gross, too. But I do keep them short because I always find new and exciting ways to break them when they are long. My hands are dry, but I can fix that with my ever growing addiction to Bath & Body Works. Currently I have so much Winter Candy Apple lotion on that typing this is very difficult. My hands rarely have calluses. When they do its usually when I decide to make another feeble attempt at playing my guitar, but that usually ends with me deciding to spare my family and go back to being musically challenged.
I know my hands will never leave my side, so I never really took the time to pay attention to the aspects that make them all mine. Now that I have I realize that they are special, whether it is their stumpy fingers or their freakish invisible hair, they will always be there and I will just have to accept their weirdness and treat them with a little respect now and again.
Emily Adkins
Honors English 2
Mr. Parsons
10-20-08
Like the Back of My Hand
Everyone knows the saying, “I know it like the back of my hand,” but no one really ever says what the back of their hand looks like. Everyone’s hand must be different, I’m sure, but we never hear about it. When I examined the back of my hand, I noticed things that I had never noticed before.
My hands are slender and tanned from working outside and playing my flute with the marching band. The bones and knuckles on the back of my hands are very prominent, as well as the veins. The veins are bluish-turquoise, and form long, raised lines as they wrap over my hands, and then up my arms. This is hereditary, as most of the women in my family have bony, veiny, hands.
The backs of my hands are also very freckled. There are twenty-six freckles on my right wrist and twenty-four on my left wrist. There are five freckles on the back of my left hand, but none on my right. There are also two on my left middle finger, and one on my right pinkie.
My fingers are long and tapered on the ends. My pinkies are the same length as my thumbs, while my index finger and ring finger are also the same size. I have five little wrinkles on each of my knuckles on every finger of both hands, except for my thumbs which have four. I have a two inch long scar on my right middle finger where I cut myself with a knife while fixing dinner. It needed stitches, but I didn’t get them, so it scarred.
My fingernails are long, because I kicked biting them three years ago. Around the cuticles, the nails are pale lavender, and then fade to pink, then white. I try to keep them as clean as possible, and I don’t paint them, because I think that painting them makes my nails look like I smashed them in a door or something.
I have quite a few calluses. My left middle finger is disfigured, because of a callus and bone curvature I have from writing and drawing. I also have a callus from writing between my index finger and thumb, and one on the side of my pinkie, from being left-handed and dragging my hand across the paper while I write. I also have them on the palm of my hand under each finger from working of my family’s farm. I work really hard to keep away the calluses. I use a ton of lotion, and sleep with Vaseline on my hands, but I still get calluses.
I don’t think that I could ever fully describe everything about my hands in detail. I would have to sit and stare at hands for hours to completely gather everything about them. To describe something in detail means to describe everything about it, and though I have seen many things about my hands that I had never noticed, I doubt that I saw everything.
Haylee VanHoose
2nd Period
10/17/08
The HOOSE Hands
My hands are very unique in different ways, and no one has hands like this babies! My hands and me have been around the world together, they are like my best friends. My awesome fingernails are painted a pretty red right now, with big chunks missing, so I can’t see any white spots. I think I need to actually re-paint them because they look like crap.
I have medium sized hands and attached to them are short, kind of stubby, fingers. They are so cute! They have some freckles on them, just 5 on the left hand and 2 on my right. My fingernails are cut short to the core. I do NOT bite my nails, my mom told me it was bad to bite your nails, so I just cut them with the greatest invention EVER; fingernail clippers! I always have clean, soft hands because they’re always washed and moisturized with a nice smelly good lotion.
My thumbs are the shortest and fattest of them all! They do not reach the second knuckle on the pointer finger they barely reach the first one. They are not as hairy as you think they would be. The only way you can see the hair on them is if you turn them to the side, then you see blonde hair everywhere, now my hands on the contrar are EXTREMELY hairy, especially my left hand. I broke it last year and had to wear a cast for 3 months. I’m surprised I have no scars on my hands; I’m always getting into something with them.
With many crinkles in my hand, I have found out by looking closely, that everyone related to me, have the same lines and crinkles in their hands! Which I find very nifty. But these are the amazing HOOSE hands.
My Hands
My hands look average except for a few things, and I guess it’s these few things that make them unique. One thing is on my right hand on my middle finger I currently have a cut from one of the strings on my guitar when it snapped. I was tuning it up from a really low tuning and it snapped and flew back.
Also on the same had on my index finger I have a scab from where a stray dog bit me, the sad part the scab is under my nail and I can’t get it so it is stuck there. There also was one on my thumb from the same dog but it came out. Also further up on my index finger there is a red spot all of this from the same dog.
I have two scars far down near my wrist on my right hand I got at carter caves; I had climbed up this old log to get to this cave and the log snapped. I grabbed for the ledge the log was on and I caught it but scraped my arm off the wall on the way down. My arm was bleeding pretty badly before I wrapped it.
On my left hand in my palm I have a scar that I got from being stupid outside; I was playing spotlight and I ran to my porch. I tripped over my cat on the way to the porch and I fell I slammed my hand on to a broken nail on the porch, needless to say I screamed like a little girl. My hand began to bleed profusely and I had to wrap it to get it to stop bleeding.
So that’s about all that makes my hands special.
Amanda Harris
10/17/08
2nd period
Mr. Parsons
Unique Hands
The human body is made up of many different parts from the cells that make up your body, to the bones that hold you up. There is not one person in the world that is exactly the same. Everyone has unique features that make their selves different from anyone else. For example, your hands, there is not one person on this planet that has the exact same hands as you.
Looking at my hands and fingers I see that I have some white spots on them. But, only three, truly I have no idea why or how I got them. I also would like to know what the purpose is for them, but I don’t know if anyone knows that answer to that.
My hands are truly small they are like baby hands. My fingers are really tiny and short. So, whenever I lay them down in front of me my thumb does not reach any knuckle on my index finger. It is that short. Most people have long fingers that do touch their knuckles. But, not me, I guess that I am just that special.
As I look at my hands I also notice that I do have hair on my hands. Although it is hard to see because it curls down and is also blonde it is still there. That is also another thing I do not understand, what is the purpose for having hair on your hands? Maybe it is so that your fingers don’t get so cold, kind of like the purpose for the hair on your head.
My hand and I have been through a lot, so therefore they get scratched and cut a lot. So I have a couple scars on them. I have one on my middle finger on the right hand. I got it when I was washing dishes and I reached my hand into the soapy water and swiped my finger across the sharp end of a steak knife. It hurt badly, and I thought that I was going to bleed to death. But, luckily I didn’t and it was only a small cut anyway, even though it left a small scar. I also have another scar on the top on my left hand. I was straightening my hair and my mother came into the bathroom, startling me. As a reaction I turned my head and the iron sat on my hand for a couple seconds, just long enough to burn and create a scab. It was nasty for a long time, and then the scab came off. Over the past couple of years the scar has faded slightly, so it’s hard to see now. But, I know that it is still there.
My fingers are really close to being the same height. But of the two, my index finger and my ring finger, the index finger beats the ring by just a tad bit. Although it is not much tall, it still is. Truly all of my fingers are small, but that just comes with having small hands.
As I look at my hands again, I realize that I have a few freckles on them. I have none on my left hand. But I have three on my right hand and one on my middle finger on the right hand. That one is really tiny though.
I have a really bad habit of biting my finger nails, I didn’t do it for awhile but then I started again. I guess I do it a lot when I get nervous. And here lately I have been for some reason. I don’t usually paint my nails because they are so small and I think it ends up looking weird because they are so small. Also another reason that I don’t paint my nails is because I like bright colors, and where my skin is very white it looks really strange. So, I just don’t do it. I try to keep my fingernails as clean as possible. Whenever I straighten my finger out I have five wrinkles on my middle knuckle. You know how everyone has lines on their hands? Well, on mine you can see them all. It is like they are engraved so deep in my hand that you can see through them. It’s kind of strange.
See I am sure that your hands are not the same as mine. Many people have bigger hands than me, but I have yet to find people with smaller ones. But, they could be out there. To me, your hands define who you are, and what you do. So keep them clean, and appreciate your differences, and be unique.
Hillary Johnson
Honors English ll
Mr. Parsons
10/18/08
My Engagement Ring Fingers
Since I was a little girl, I have always been told that I have the perfect fingers for an engagement ring. My fingers are very small, to where you can see the bones through my skin. I believe that this is why people tell me that I have the perfect fingers for an engagement ring. Also, my fingers are always manicured. Every two weeks, I get my nails manicured, and I get fake tips put on them, most of the time white. I do not bite my fingernails, because that causes warts. I used to have a total of 14 warts on my hands, but I got them all removed. I have three scars on my fingers from getting my warts removed.
My fingers are very flexible. On my right hand, every single on of my fingers bend backwards, all the way to my wrist. On my left hand, only my thumb and my index finger bend backwards. In second grade, my friend and I got curious with what our fingers could do. So we started bending our fingers backwards, which came to the conclusion that we could both bend our thumbs back to our wrist. We were both very amazed.
My fingers are very long. My ring finger, is almost as long as my middle finger, but my ring finger is longer that my index finger. I do have hair on my fingers, but it is very long, and very blonde, so it is barely visible. I have one freckle on my left hand, and five freckles on my right hand.
When my fingers are stretched out, I have an average of six wrinkles on my fingers. On my middle knuckle, I have a total of seven wrinkles on it, when it is stretched out.
All in all, my fingers are very small, long, and skinny. They go along with the tiny hands that I have. I do not, but everybody says that I have the perfect fingers for an engagement ring, but I will not have to worry about that for a while.
Melissa Jackson
5th Period
10-17-08
My hands are small, but that doesn’t really matter much because my left hand is smaller than my right. I had surgery when I was a baby that prevented my hand from growing normal. Which is mainly the reason for my always wearing a jacket so I can hide it better.
I can not exactly move all the joints and bones in my left hand, which makes things harder for me to do. On my right hand my index and ring finger are the same size, but on my left my ring finger is longer than my index.
I don’t exactly paint my fingernails much, but I do on rare occasions. I do bite them though, but only when I am nervous. On my right hand there are three wrinkle marks on my index finger when it is straighten out but on my left there are none because I cannot move the joints.
My hands are not callused. I do have many scars on my left hand from the surgery. I mainly use my right hand to type or to do anything for that matter because it is hard to do much with my left. I have no strength in my left hand but I do in my right.
On my right hand ring finger there is a tiny white mark on the nail. I got that from ripping an acrylic nail off. There is no hair on my hands. There are one or two freckles on my hands.
My right hand looks normal but my left does not. On my right hand my fingers are long. On my left my fingers are short, and barley move. I have all my joints in my right hand, but I do not have all my joints in my left.
I use my right hand for everything pretty much. I use it to write, draw, color, cook, ect. My hands are kind of a natural beige color. They are kind of rough but then again kind of smooth, due to the lack of lotion I use and the changing weather. My hands are always freezing, like ice cubes.
My Hands
My hands are not very different from anyone else’s. I have five fingers and they have five fingers, I have a palm they have a palm, basically the same. Other than the littlest details, such as the imperfections of wrinkles, cuts, scars, calluses, and markings. All in which have there, own stories.
My hands have wrinkles from lots of activities, them being drawing, sports, working, maybe even eating. They say that the wrinkles in your hands can tell your fortune, by the length of you wrinkles is how long you’ll live, how wealthy you will be, and how happy you will be with your life. Apparently I will be wealthy and live very long and be moderately happy with life.
I have some but not so many cuts on my fingers and or hands. Most of these I get from baseball, but others I do not remember how I had gotten them. However all in which give you, your own identity, it shows your individuality. My cuts usually happen when I am sliding into a base on the rough dirt and it splitting open my hands.
The callused parts of my hands are not all that tough but they are still callused. My hands are soft for the most part, I used to work outside a lot and that is how I had gotten them, that and baseball again. Every time I would swing a bat it would make my hands stronger, and tougher. I also have scars on my hands I’m not quite sure how I got them but they are there.
I tend to write on my hand a lot, mostly because I forget to look at a piece of paper or my planner so I just use my hands. Right now actually they say “Flat toothpicks”(because I need to bring them in to my biology class.) Then It says “Daft punk”(for a friend had told me to look them up online.) They are all just reminders for me so I will not forget to do anything because they are always with me.
To me, hands are quite amazing they can show where you have been and what you have done. They can show if you are a hard working person or just a lazy person. They are a great definition or your character as a person.
Brittany Underwood
Honors English II
Mr. Parsons
October 17, 2008
one in No the world is exactly the same, just like no one in the world has exactly the same hands. Some people use their hands to create crafts, works of art, or to write what ever they desire. They have different appearances, some being large while others are rather small, some are scarred and others soft and smooth, and some have prominent lines on their palms.
My hands for instance, have long, pale, fingers, with painted black fingernails. I tend to wear a silver band with diamonds in the shape of a curved H on my right ring finger. I have several scars scattered on my thumbs and index fingers from vigorous, and sometimes painful hair straightening, along with a callus on my thumb from the same activity.
If I were to lay out my hands flat in front of me then two small freckles would be noticeable. They are located on my right hand, close to my wrist, on the left. People say I have my dad’s hands, which I don’t find as a compliment or an insult, just that I have my dad’s hands. I sometimes tend to bite my fingernails, which has basically killed my nail beds. So I now keep my fingernails cut short.
People also have different sized fingers. My fingers are longer than most peoples, my two middle fingers being the longest. Followed by my index, ring, pinky, and thumbs. The lines on my palms are very prominent, even the smallest and thinnest line is noticeable.
Without our hands we wouldn’t be able to function as we do.
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