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Out of my mind- Sam (Idiom: A phrase that has a meaning different from the…
Out of my mind- Sam
Idiom:
A phrase that has a meaning different from the dictionary definition.
pg 5 I absorbed everything
pg 6 Jazz music drives mom crazy.
pg 39 I was about two years old when I first started hanging out at Mrs. v's house.
pg 41 Oh, gag me.
pg 42 Was she nuts?
pg 45 It was driving me crazy.
pg 125 Kids crack up.
pg 72 I must have eaten something funky.
pg 43. Mrs. V cracked up.
pg 41 Melody can be a handful.
pg 114 Mrs. V scoops her up and brings her back in the house.
pg 95 She was trying to catch the music and bring it to her.
pg 138 You crack me up.
pg 115 Whipping out a box of crayons.
pg.101 It would be tight to be able to do that.
Alliteration:
Repeated consonant sounds at the beginning of words.
pg.10 The smell of spilled sour soy milk.
pg 5 Big booming Beethoven symphonies blasted her.
pg 30 Stupid six foot Styrofoam snowman.
pg 157 Biddy-boddy-bowdee
pg 80 Spoon, slurp, swallow
pg 72 Gobbled gigantic green vitamin pills.
pg 104 Budget Bustin'
pg 75 Sorry she was so sad and so scared.
pg 94 She snorted snot.
pg 174 Chocolate covered clothes.
pg 96 Boogie Woogie bugle boy.
pg 103 This child's got some serious smarts.
pg 109 Dimwit dimming
Hyperbole:
An extravagant exaggeration.
pg 4 I've watched those things a million times.
pg 6 Dad's music explodes into the kitchen.
pg 22 Dr. Hugely , even though he had been to college for like a million years,
pg 21 After watching sesame street and Dora the explorer 1 million times,
pg 45 He's probably the smartest man in the world and everybody knows it.
pg 41 Bring her back in twenty years.
pg 40 Must be miles of material in those things.
pg 39 I bet she could put a full sized basketball in each of her palms and still have room left over.
pg 42 But it may as well have been 1 million miles away.
pg 45 I had a million thoughts in my head.
pg 87 He asked me a million times.
pg 67 I was watching something I'd seen 1 million times.
Personification:
Giving human qualities to things and ideas.
pg 5 Lullabies mixed in with the soft smells of bedtime, slept with me.
pg 6 Jazz to me sounds brown and tan, and it smells like wet dirt.
pg 33 Sydney (the snowman) will love my red scarf.
pg 40 Color brings life and hope to these children.
pg 43 You're a smart little cookei.
pg 59 That music was cruel and an unusual punishment.
pg 48 Blue fish will run away.
pg 183 The red stain on my blouse is screaming.
pg 194 I've got a nasty question.
pg 168 But every year the early spring flowers shiver in the last snow of the season.
pg 165 Numbers seem to sink.
pg 165 Words float easily.
Onomatopoeia:
Words whose sound suggests its meaning.
pg 2 My parents have always blanketed me with conversation. They
Chattered
and
Babbled.
pg 5 The
Whump
and
Whoosh
of the furnace coming alive each morning
pg 5 I didn't
splash
or kick.
pg 19 They fell with a wooden
clatter.
pg 42 It
squeaked
when you touched it.
pg 35 Babe Ruth, then a
screech
pg 63 I
screeched
pg 35 He'd
screech
over the right answer before the yelps and bellows took over.
pg 43 I was so proud of myself, I
screeched.
pg 35 Willy
shrieked
and
whistled.
pg 42 I
screeched.
Simile:
A comparison using ''like'' or ''as''.
pg 1 Words have always swirled around me like snowflakes.
pg 2 Maybe just a few months old words were like sweet liquid gifts.
pg 3 My balance is like zip.
pg 19 I slide out of my wheelchair like a piece of wet spaghetti.
pg 44 I was like her secret mission.
pg 84 Huge! Enormous! Like an elephant.
pg 88 My jaws felt like steel bars.
pg 154 But he rallied them like a football coach.
pg 36 Took a deep breath like a swimmer.
pg 39 If Mrs. V is like a tree, then my mom is a twig next to her.
pg 91 Which makes the ride smooth and easy like riding on pillows.
Metaphor:
A figure of speech stating two things that are similar.
pg 1 Deep within me words pile up in huge drifts.
pg 2 Mountains of phrases and sentences and connected ideas.
pg 2 My parents have always blanketed me with conversation.
pg 6 Jazz makes me itch.
pg 62 Music sounding orangy yellowish.
pg 65 A flash of wriggling gold fun.
pg 165 Numbers seem to sink
pg 149 I've got brains of steel.
pg 192 The next two weeks passed in a whirlwind.
pg 90 Comparing my new chair to my old one.