tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79131715927558271762024-03-13T13:36:22.675-05:00AdEm' UpAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12399129374864184704noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913171592755827176.post-45454532635589577502013-11-07T20:29:00.001-06:002013-11-07T20:29:39.633-06:00Unfinished Story<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The grizzled old man sat hunched over his ancient computer. He typed in a few characters, stared and the screen, paused, and then finally crackled. "Today is the day Dennis. Today is the day we bring down Jeremiah Rivera, which will commence the rise of D.U.C.K."<br />
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Jeremiah jolted up and shook his head, he must have fallen asleep on the job. He started to go about his desk to gather his bearing as he thought, <i>good thing Mr. Rose didn't. . .</i>, the thought never finished as he turned to see Mr. Rose staring down at him. Jeremiah quickly stood up, as it looked like Mr. Rose was about to address him.<br />
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"Sleeping on the job, Mr. Rivera? I expected more of you, considering that this is the fourth time this week you have been caught off task. I can't believe that I have to do this, but I must agree with the board. You're being laid off," Mr. Rose explained. Jeremiah couldn't believe it, he had been working at the office for eight years, providing help for Mr. Rose. As he walked home dejectedly, Jeremiah noticed a house being renovated. Jeremiah thought he saw his good friend Jim working. As he approached the house, Jim saw him, and walked up to him.<br />
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"Hey Jeremiah, what are you looking so down about? I volunteered to help renovate homes in the area, and this is the first one I got. How come you're out of work so early?"</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12399129374864184704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913171592755827176.post-5983456922605614772013-06-03T14:17:00.002-05:002013-06-03T14:17:08.234-05:00Choose Your Own Adventure Story<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You’ve been saving up for this trip to Florida for what seems like forever, and finally the day has arrived. The Milwaukee winters were fun when you were really little, but now it just will be great to spend Christmas with friends in the sunshine of Miami Beach. With your leather carry on bag slung over your shoulder, and a hot cup of Starbucks in your hand, you head to Gate 13 from where your flight is set to depart. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When you arrive, you find only a few other people seated at the gate already. There are people generally mulling around, trying to kill time, but the area near the door marked with a large “13” is pretty empty. You look for a seat where you can listen to your music alone, and start planning what you will do with your friends in Florida. You sit two chairs away from an older man who wears a somber look on his face. He looks to be about fifty years old, and is fashionably dressed -- obviously one of those people who still dresses up to fly on an airplane. His laptop is propped open and he types away, not noticing anything going on around him. Periodically he stops typing, and lets out an exhaustive sigh. You ignore him, and turn up the volume on your earbuds.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In the next row you notice a tall young man in his late teens. He is dressed in a military uniform, his shoes freshly polished, and his carry on luggage neatly at his side. His posture is alert, and erect as he reads a magazine he just bought at the newsstand. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Two seats over, sits a middle aged woman. Her clothing and mannerisms give off the air of education. She is reading a medical journal, and talking into a handheld device, dictating her notes. Periodically she stops and speaks a command such as, “Send three copies by Tuesday,” which must be meant for her secretary. She seems quite serious, and entirely preoccupied with her work.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The only other person nearby is a lean, strong looking man of indiscriminate age. You can’t clearly tell exactly what he is doing, as he appears to be staring off into the distance, his eyes scanning the horizon across the runway. The entire time you have been seated, his gaze and posture hasn’t moved a bit. You place your own things on the seat next to you, and trying not to stare, continue to watch the interesting man. He rises to his feet, and with the stealth and grace of a panther, he walks slowly to the window, and peers even deeper across the open spaces.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You exhale, remembering that the people around you are simply other passengers; it isn’t like you will have to get along with them, or even talk to them for that matter. After all, this is your vacation, and there is no use in worrying about the others on the plane. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The rest of the airport at General Mitchell Field is buzzing with travelers: young families, elderly folks, and laughing teenagers. The smell of pizza mixed with coffee and cinnamon rolls wafts over from the food court, but you recently ate, and don’t really want to have anything more before the flight. Focusing on your iPhone, you access Facebook to brag about the trip, and maybe even send a picture of yourself waving goodbye to Milwaukee’s winter weather, when your iPhone goes dead. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">That’s weird</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, you think to yourself. Looking up, you notice all the message boards reporting the incoming flights have gone black, as well as all the electric signs and advertisements. The ubiquitous electrical humming stops, as every machine in sight ceases to work. Everyone in the airport has a similar reaction; they all stop in their tracks and look about in wonder, and mild shock. Even the lights in the ceiling have gone dark. The sudden, unnatural silence casts an eerie feeling throughout the airport. One particular mother lets out with a shriek, dropping her soft drink, sending ice and soda all over the floor. At that moment, the crowd takes on a general mood of panic, and starts to scramble towards the door. One man yells at the top of his voice, “It must be terrorists!” and what was a rumble of movement turns into a full blown stampede. Chaos takes over the causeway, as newsstands and food carts are knocked to the ground, sending their contents across the linoleum floor. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The people you only moments ago decided you didn’t need to know, stand along with you and try to assess the situation. Instinctively, you all step towards one another, almost feeling like fate has placed you together for a reason.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Looks like we’re in the soup now!” the grumpy, older gentleman says.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Yes, indeed,” the professional woman replies. “I would add that if we don’t do something fast, it may be worse than soup in a matter of moments.”</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The serviceman interjects, “My training leads me to believe looking for an auxiliary power source is the best option. We should see if we can reconnect with the grid somehow. There must be a main power source nearby.” </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“No way! It’s not my problem if this place goes down. We should get the heck out of here as fast as possible. Before you know it, all the cars, including the rentals, will be gone. We should high-tail it to the parking structure and get as far from here as fast as possible!”</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Very touching. Your concern for others is moving,” the professional lady says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I would say that leaving is a good move, but we should consider an alternate exit so that we don’t get trapped or trampled by the crowd. Perhaps once we get outside we can take better action.”</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Perhaps,” speaks the quiet gentleman, “perhaps we should, as the wisdom of the ages tells us: wait until a clear path reveals itself.”</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Good lord! This guy will get us all killed for sure!” the older man says, his voice growing angrier and angrier.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">So, what is the best course of action?</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">If you decide to search for the power source, click </span><a href="https://docs.google.com/document/d/1_S9X_Xloj_eaogkVdp77TxLECYBYT6TLd8Pojke3e0w/edit" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">here.</span></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">If you would like to head to the garage as fast as possible, click </span><a href="https://docs.google.com/document/d/1nQ7MQKUvYdLMV3jI6YZQdrEZocTazdpMjQeL3YQEkSo/edit" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">here</span></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">If you wish to search for an alternate exit, click </span><a href="https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Ltq5EUBeOOley9q0nRxS284m6SbP4S7nHg0oSDEJteQ/edit" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">here</span></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. </span></div>
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">If you decide to wait for help, click </span><a href="https://docs.google.com/document/d/12sn70bAP8Gs94fvc_afcrkqmDAGXiBT48faYBWEdLdU/view" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">here</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12399129374864184704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913171592755827176.post-2484946382500907552013-05-02T08:08:00.001-05:002013-05-02T08:08:32.978-05:00Gym Essay<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>Author's Note: This is an essay I wrote for gym. I was asked to write about the benefit of physical activity for me outside of gym class.</i></div>
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35.7% percent of Americans adults are obese, as are 17% of
American children, which is a big result of Americans not only eating wrong,
but not getting enough physical activity. Physical is a great way to lose
weight and you can play something you like to do. In addition, you can have fun
while you work hard. It can also help you get more socially interacted; if
that’s something you need to do. Physical activity can provide many good things
that can help you stay healthy.</div>
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For me, physical activity is a great way for me to get off
my bum and move around, while I still have fun. Staying healthy is important
for me, so I try to get physical activity as much as I can. It provides
activity, enjoyment, and social interaction. I sometimes also can be challenged
by physical activity, which makes it less fun, put I still enjoy it.</div>
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Enjoyment in physical activity is key in getting more
activity. You need to like something to be able to do it and do it often. Most
people get lots of physical activity because when they enjoy it, they don’t
notice as much how hard they are working. Another way to work hard without
noticing is to have good competition. You compete hard enough that you don’t
notice it. Physical activity can be done in many different ways, and it can
provide many benefits.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12399129374864184704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913171592755827176.post-51454725650618043232013-03-12T10:37:00.003-05:002013-03-12T10:37:29.499-05:00Band Essay<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">On March 6, 2013, in the
Pewaukee High School Auditorium, the Asa Clark Middle School, 7<sup>th</sup>
and 8<sup>th</sup> grade bands, along with the Jazz Band, performed their
spring concert. The 7<sup>th</sup> and 8<sup>th</sup> grade bands each
performed five pieces, while the Jazz Band performed two. Many varieties of music were played,
including upbeat, up tempo style music, to relaxing, calming music. I think
overall that these bands had a good concert, maybe an eight out of ten.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">The seventh grade band
played well, they had good intonation and pretty good articulation. On some
pieces the dynamics were there, but on a few others, the dynamics were OK at
best. For almost all of the songs, blend
and balance could have been improved. Although, I think that the performers
really engaged the audience and make the concert enjoyable. The highlight of
the performance was probably the piece “Zoom”, as the band displayed great
dynamic range, and the ability to play many different time signatures. The
worst part though, was that the band did not look very professional, especially
the percussion. One guy had a Mohawk and another guy looked like he was wearing
a jumpsuit. Overall the seventh grade band probably deserves and 8.5 out of ten.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">The eighth grade band did
not perform as expected as they lacked in sound quality and articulations. They
did do a good job blending and balancing their sound, as well as doing a pretty
good job with dynamics. The performers engaged the audience very well, almost
in a mesmerizing way. Unlike the seventh grade band though, the eighth grade
band looked very professional. Overall the eighth grade band deserves a 7.5 or
eight out of ten.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">In conclusion, the seventh
grade band did a pretty good job, they could just work on being more
professional and varying dynamics better, along with blend and balance. The
eighth grade band could definitely work on articulations and sound quality.
Overall I think the Asa Clark Middle School Bands did a good job in their concert.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12399129374864184704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913171592755827176.post-3886899069334469232013-01-23T09:37:00.002-06:002013-03-01T12:20:00.371-06:00Space Race Essay<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>Author's Note: I am doing a project on space with two other people, and I researched the Space Race. This is my essay. </i><br />
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<span id="internal-source-marker_0.9053218709304929"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Space Race was a very important time in history.</span></span><br /><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Without the Space Race, we wouldn't have satellites in space orbiting earth and we wouldn't have plans on exploring space further in the future. These things are very important because without satellites we couldn't have cell phone communication, television or radio, which are three main staples in America, which would practically keep us back in the Stone Age of technology.</span></span><br /><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Although, we are still in the Stone Age of space exploration. We've explored our solar system in minimal depth, so that we only know a few things about every part of it. As technology advances further, we could explore our own solar system in much more depth, as long as gaining more information about space outside our own solar system, and even galaxy.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Space is the great unknown, and with the current technology we have, we know more about space than what we've ever known. We've discovered nebulae and new galaxies. We know more about black holes and stars. Space has become less of a mystery to us. The Space Race was the platform for all of this to happen, which is why it is one of the important times in recent history.</span></span></span></span>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12399129374864184704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913171592755827176.post-8889415687525768382013-01-15T09:51:00.000-06:002013-05-24T09:34:30.556-05:00Travel Essay<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-weight: normal; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Author's Note: I wanted to write a persuasive essay, but make it interesting, so I gave myself a $25,000 budget to make the ultimate vacation for two people. I tried to center mine around football, because football is the ultimate American sport. First, you would go to the Texans-Bears game on Sunday night, then to the Steelers-Chiefs game on Monday night, then to the Toledo-Northern Illinois game on Wednesday night, then to the North Carolina-Virginia game on Thursday night, then the Kansas State-Baylor game on Saturday night. Then from there you would drive down to Galveston to go on a seven day cruise with two stops in the Bahamas and one stop in Florida, before returning to Galveston. With the remaining money one person would get a Hall of Fame signed football and the other person would get a Troy Aikman signed football. I would donate the last </span></i></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>$4641 to charity.</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Football. Many Americans would go crazy after just hearing that one word. In fact, most of the world would go crazy, but for a very different reason. For America, football is the rough and tough sport where players crash in a frenzy of padded bodies, trying to move the ball across the field as fast as possible. To the rest of the world, football is the sport where only three people on the field touch the ball with their hands, the two goalkeepers and the referee. Using elusiveness instead of strength to move down the field and into the goal, which is soccer, as opposed to using strength to pound your way to the other end of the field across the goal line, which is football. Going to five games in six days would be any football, the American kind, fans dream come true.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Likewise, going on a seven day cruise would be almost any Americans dream come true. Cruises are where people go to relax and drift out of reality for a few days. Most cruises are family friendly because they offer activities for adults and children so that parents don't have to be dragged down with the stress of being parents. The worst thing about cruises is that they are so expensive, which makes it harder for less fortunate people to go.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Analogous to the fact that less fortunate people can't go on a cruise, with a good chunk of my travel budget, I would help those less fortunate by donating to charity. If you're wondering what charity I would donate it to, I would donate it to whatever charity the travelers choose. Charities can do many things, including helping people who are homeless, live in poverty, or recently lost homes or family members to natural disasters, such as tornadoes, hurricanes and earthquakes.</span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12399129374864184704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913171592755827176.post-83487732411351976332013-01-10T09:38:00.002-06:002013-01-30T10:15:03.260-06:00Ghana Essay<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12399129374864184704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913171592755827176.post-46473567413798540742012-12-18T12:07:00.001-06:002013-01-04T13:02:38.939-06:00Unstoppable<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>Author's Note: This is the third installment of the recent story I have been writing. I am trying to put metaphors in my writing. I am also trying to purposely write the four different sentence types.</i><br />
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Together they <i>were </i>unstoppable, except, they didn't know it yet. Hito had one more discovery to make until they could truly realize this. Hito still needed the help of one person to discover this. This person was somebody he never would've guessed.<br />
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It took mere minutes for Hito and Anita to become friends. They got along like best friends who had known each other for a long time. Anita had to show Hito around the house so he could know where everything was, and so he never got lost. Hito thought that this was the most amazing and magical house he had ever been in. When he got to his room, Hito's mind was blown. The walls were snow white, and they seemed to glow. A king size bed that looked to Hito like it was really fitted for a king sat against the far wall. Against the opposite wall was a gigantic flat screen TV. Hito was surprised that their was such a big TV, he had never seen one before. Underground they were a rarity, because it's hard to get a good signal. The wall facing the door had a ginormous cabinet with a large mirror on the front. After a few minutes of Hito staring amazingly into his room, Anita got worried, and lead him out. When she brought him back downstairs, she went back to the dining room. Shilleve was sitting at the head of the table, sipping a glass of wine.<br />
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"Hito sit down, we have important matters to discuss. Anita, you are dismissed to go to your room and work on your exercises. When you are done, you may do whatever you like, but do not disturb us," Shilleve commanded. Anita hurried out of the room and went up the stairs. After a few seconds Shilleve stood up. "Please sit down. Is there anything you would like to drink?" Shilleve asked. Hito shook his head and quietly sat down. Shilleve got another glass of wine and sat down. "Before I say anything else, I must tell you this, Hito, do not be surprised by what I am about to say. Hito you have a power locked inside of you that no human being on Earth has had before. The Force is inside you, and I will help you unlock it."</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12399129374864184704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913171592755827176.post-26072252234606654082012-12-04T13:27:00.000-06:002013-05-24T09:50:28.539-05:00Controlling the Action<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The saloon grew
quiet as Carl stood away from the brass rail and looked to his left where the
Sheriff was poised, arm extended to draw his colt .45 with the flick of his
wrist. The citizens of Tumbleweed were prepared for violence, they were
constantly living in a state of fear as was most of Arizona in 1885.</div>
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Carl drew a long
puff of his cigarette, and flicked the butt of into the crowd of what was
destined to be witnesses to one more death, one more needless act of violence,
one more scar on the soul of Tumbleweed.<br />
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smoke rose from the shrinking cigarette, Johnny realized that this was not his
world that he should be living in, but it was. He could've had fame and
fortune, if he wouldn't have made that one mistake-- the mistake that changed
his life forever. </span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Johnny
was an up and coming football player at his local university, and in his
freshman year, he had been the star player. He had also come close so to
winning the most prestigious award possible. The night after he came within
reach of it, he had his first drink. The fallout that happened after that was
catastrophic. He became a drunk, and had to go into rehab, his NFL stock fell
from first round pick, and maybe even first overall pick, to "should we
even draft this guy?" When he came out of rehab, America had moved past
Johnny Football, and hooked onto to another young player that had risen to
stardom.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"> Sitting in this old western bar, Johnny
watched the fight with little intent, this is what his life had become, sitting
in a bar with a bunch of drunk cowboys watching them match wits? He was
disappointed in himself. Without turning his attention to the fight, he heard a
loud BANG, and the bar did the best thing it could do. Silence.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12399129374864184704noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913171592755827176.post-1770959376739844692012-11-02T11:53:00.001-05:002012-11-07T13:19:28.564-06:00Anita's Passage<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>Author's Note: This is the second installment after </i>The Discovery<i>. This story actually took place a few weeks before </i>The Discovery<i>. I am working on </i><i style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 18px;">using better word choice and I want to include a better conclusion.</i><br />
<i style="background-color: white;"><br /></i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Anita wished she could live a normal life. If she could start over fresh and clean, and get rid of her</span><i style="line-height: 18px;"> "ability"</i><span style="line-height: 18px;">, or her Passage, as everybody called it, she would jump at the opportunity. She didn't know it, but her opportunity was coming soon.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Anita could read minds. When she did it, it gave her migraines that would last for days. She had to focus on the person she wanted to mind read, and their thoughts came flowing into her mind. She had mistakenly asked somebody about one of their thoughts when she was young, and then everyone said that she had The Passage. Anita never understood what that meant, so she just assumed it meant that she had a talent.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">At school everybody avoided her, not wanting her to listen in to their personal thoughts, even though she would never do that. Even the teachers were scared of Anita. Anita wished that people could understand how much it hurt her to read minds. Everybody thought her radar was always on, when it actually took intense focus to turn on. Anita was shocked when she figured out that her parents were even timid when they were around her. Anita knew her life was heading for the pits.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Anita was waiting at her bus stop, right at the edge of the cul de sac, dreading school, knowing it was going to be another day where nearly nothing happened. Staring at her feet, she heard a vehicle coming. Thinking it was the bus, she looked up, prepared to get on and drag through another day of school. What she saw instead was a clunky old pickup truck. A man stepped out. Thinking he was a kidnapper, Anita started t0 run away.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">"'Wait, Anita. Stop! I just want to talk to you," The man yelled to her. Anita screeched to a halt. She turned around on her heels and slowly approached the man. "My name is Shilleve," the man said, "and I came here to help you start a new life. I am leading a revolution, and you are part of it. You would be second in command, only to the chosen one, who you'll meet later. The best part for you is, nobody will know about you Passage. The choice is yours. What will you choose, your current life, or a life filled with adventure, where you'll be treated normally?" Anita was shocked. How did this man know about her Passage? And how could he make such a preposterous offer? She didn't know what to think, but pretty soon, she had made her decision.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">"I'll join you," Anita replied firmly. Shilleve got in his car, and Anita hopped in behind him. Shilleve started the car and they drove away. Anita noticed that they were headed for the surface, which confused her, because there was almost nothing on the surface that was interesting. They stopped at a small house, and Shilleve got out, without waiting for Anita. Anita quickly got out, and sprinted after Shilleve. She barely made it into the house just as it closed and the lock clicked. In front of her was a magical place. Inside the small house was a mansion.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Over the following weeks, Shilleve showed Anita around the place, showing her rooms that she never would have imagined. He also helped her hone her Passage, giving her exercises, so that after a few weeks, it took less effort for her to read minds, and she didn't get killer headaches, which she still got if she went overboard. One day, she was working in the weapons room, a room filled with a ton of weapons and other things, doing a few of her exercises, when she heard the huge doors that led into the room creak open. She whipped around, sensing someone was with Shilleve. She read his mind and instantly knew he was the Chosen One.</span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12399129374864184704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913171592755827176.post-61401823099411507652012-10-22T14:29:00.001-05:002012-10-23T13:20:12.632-05:00The Discovery<i>Author's Note: This will sum it up. All of my stories have been leading to this one. In this piece I will work on using better word choice, being more descriptive in some of the words that I use. I also want to include a better conclusion.</i><br />
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Hito's world was perfect. Everything, everywhere, was perfect. Humans had found a way to live in harmony with the environment while still being able to use modern technologies. The simple solution was this, almost everybody and everything moved underground. What Hito didn't know was that he came from a great line of heroes. Heroes that nobody knew about.<br />
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One morning, Hito's father approached him and told him that they were going for a walk. Hito got dressed and ready, and met his father at the front door. "Now Hito, no matter what happens today, do you promise you will always remember my favorite saying?" His father asked casually.<br />
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"Yes father. 'When in doubt, turn left'. I don't understand why you say that," Hito responded monotonically. His dad sometimes confused him with weird sayings.<br />
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Hito followed his father out, and his father took him to the surface. As they walked down the clean streets of New Hampshire, Hito marveled at the outside world. Even though he had been here many times, he always was amazed at the way the world looked. When his father stopped, Hito saw that they were outside an old house, one of the few that remained on the surface. His father led him to the door stopped, and gestured for Hito to knock on the door. He did, and someone answered almost immediately.<br />
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"Hello, Hito. We have been waiting for this day for a very long time. I'm Shilleve. Please come in," The man, apparently named Shilleve, at the door said. Hito followed him in, and he was blown away. When you stepped inside, you felt as if you were in a mansion. There were great, ornate chandeliers, and fancy carpets. Shilleve led them to a dining room with a huge table, except it was only set for two on one end of the table. When Hito saw that, he turned around to ask his dad why they were eating alone, and he wasn't there. Hito thought that his dad had come in with him, but apparently he had not. Shilleve motioned for him to sit down at the table, and when he did, food instantly appeared on his plate. Not just any food, the food that Hito had been wishing to eat. A big, juicy hamburger, and a large plate of fries.<br />
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"Good selection, you must be hungry," Shilleve commented when the food appeared. "Now we have more important matters to talk about. You are the chosen one. You are the one to lead us Hito."<br />
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"Now wait a minute. What are you talking about?" Hito responded, confused. He had no clue what Shilleve was talking about.<br />
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"Hito, your destiny is to lead the Rebellion. The fate of everybody, anytime, is in your hands. If you accept,h that is. Hito, you come from a great line of heroes. Your distant grandmother was the first person to make their imagination reality, when she thought of her best friend, Willi. Your great grandfather was the person to win the Quick Games, and start and lead the rebellion that took President Quick out of power. And your father was the person who took out the last line of rogue beasts and mutants left over from the Quick Games, when he found his father at the bottom of The Pit, the place where the people who wanted to kill the mutants met. Now it's your turn." Shilleve said back. This blew Hito out of the water.<br />
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"What do you want me to do?" Asked Hito, dumbfounded, overloaded with thoughts. He had no clue that his family was so remarkable, especially his father. His father seemed like a very normal person to him, yet he had done this spectacular task.<br />
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"You must lead the humans back to the surface. Even though it may seem perfect, it's not the way humans were meant to live," Shilleve replied calmly. "Our plan is to have you, along with a few others, to rise up and defeat the Government. Plan A would be to kidnap or kill the Director."<br />
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The Government was the one government body of the world. It was made up of one person from ever large country or region. The Director was the head of The Government, voted every other year by the members of The Government. For 10 years in a row, Kendrick Paine had been voted Director.<br />
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"Although Director Paine had been nice to the people, spies that we have inside The Government tells us that he plans on getting rid of The Government and becoming the lone ruler of the world. We plan on stopping that and returning Earth to the way it was before humans moved 'downstairs'," Shilleve informed Hito, "And this is how we plan on doing it. Please come with me." Shilleve asked Hito. Hito was tentative to follow Shilleve, but he still did. Shilleve brought him through different corridors and stopped at a huge set of doors chain locked together. Shilleve took out a key, unlocked the doors, and brought Hito into the amazing room.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12399129374864184704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913171592755827176.post-69434939896581853262012-10-05T09:39:00.000-05:002012-10-09T11:04:30.353-05:00The Games<br />
<i>Author's Note: I got my inspiration for this story from several places, including the book that I am reading and a story I read on a friend's blog. I am trying to add some semantic devices, like personification. In this story I bend the rules of grammar a little bit, by starting sentences with conjunctions. Using it gives the right feel to my story.</i><br />
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I need to get out of here. The dark storm clouds are yelling at me, telling me to find shelter. But I know I can't. I don't have time. I keep moving, churning my legs even though I'm not sure how long they will last. Up ahead I see exactly what I didn't want to see. Critters. I take a hard left turn, running for my life, not caring about the building pain in my legs. As I'm running I see the ruins of a burnt building. The Rats probably did that. Seeing that building brings back the memories of the days before I was thrust into this nightmare.<br />
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I lived in a nice suburb in the middle of Idaho. Our family was a well oiled machine. My threes sisters and I went to school during the day, to get our mandatory education. Our mom stayed at home manning the house and keeping it clean in preparation for the disaster that would come when we all came home. My dad worked at an accounting firm and racked in a good sum of money. Don't get me wrong, we weren't rich, but we still had some money.<br />
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And then, when I was only 11 years old, the people of America elected Symeon Quick as their president. This was probably the biggest mistakes Americans made in their history. Quick started out doing things that made him a hero to the American public. He cut taxes and added millions of jobs around the nation. But it was not meant to be. He soon created the worst reality game imagined, although it was wildly popular with those not participating, called the Quick Games. The government walled of and evacuated a state, a different one every time, threw about 50-100 people ages 18-30 in the state, and made them fight to the death. Alliances were quickly made, although the better term would be gangs. The winners became wildly famous, and lived a life of luxury. The losers, of course, died. The one rule that was not constant was the amount of winners. Sometimes five people walked out victorious, sometimes it was only the last man standing. This sick tradition continued, never coming to our state. But then one day, when I was 21 the Committee showed up.<br />
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They said that everybody of the right age in our area were to be tested to see if they were good enough to enter the Games. I would've slacked so I wouldn't make it, but then I would've encountered serious punishments. So I gave it my all hoping that there were too many other people that were better than me so they wouldn't accept me. But they did. I had six months to prepare because there still was a season going on. I worked hard, knowing that since I had already been accepted, I might as well try to win.<br />
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The season started and the state chosen was Louisiana , which was bad because it was rainy season, and some of the cities were below sea level. The biggest, and the meanest, gang called themselves The Rats. Quick had added one more thing into recent Games, to make it a little more interesting, which he called Critters. They were hideous creatures that were part rat, part dog, and part spider. It had the snout of a rat, eight legs, could sniff you out like a dog, and was fast. You did not want to be caught by one of these creatures.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqvjsxZIauSRRNhMCvVGC44CiHnp-Im9FIF6pa6PduGpiYbR2l2GCh0SFq9pXnTK8DaUVGJGz9dSz6If599bQW7zYL-xuG3OWhKaQbzJGJnsAGV-tLrjSTN86cWRi6XA1BJQDMCGTtWwO6/s1600/louisiana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="307" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqvjsxZIauSRRNhMCvVGC44CiHnp-Im9FIF6pa6PduGpiYbR2l2GCh0SFq9pXnTK8DaUVGJGz9dSz6If599bQW7zYL-xuG3OWhKaQbzJGJnsAGV-tLrjSTN86cWRi6XA1BJQDMCGTtWwO6/s400/louisiana.jpg" width="400" /></a>On March 23rd, my late mother's birthday, I was sent to Louisiana. The next day, The Games started. I survived the first few days, staying alone and finding a few packs scattered around the western border. The Game Masters left packs of food, water, and supplies around to help out the contestants, but they were always guarded by a few Critters. That's what had happened leading up to me getting in this wild chase with Critters.<br />
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Up ahead I see the perfect getaway -- a dense forest. I push even harder for it, which I am surprised I can do. Once I break through the tree line I slow up, but only a little. I weave my way through the woods, trying to lose the Critters. I am so focused on where I am running that I nearly smack into it. It's a log cabin. I quickly go in, hoping the wood walls could protect my scent from the Critters. Looking around I see the best thing possible for me right now. Another pack. I had already gotten away with the one that the last pack of Critters were guarding, and now I had this one. Inside was the one item I was hoping for, matches. I collected some wood from the forest and brought them to life with the matches. It made me feel like I was in heaven. But I had to be wary. Critters, or other contestants for that matter, could be lurking around any corner. Unfortunately for me, I drifted off to sleep and woke up to a nightmare.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12399129374864184704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913171592755827176.post-80889333495419661962012-09-25T13:49:00.000-05:002013-01-30T10:22:31.166-06:00The Boy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>Author's Note: As I write this piece, it feels as if I am writing in a similar fashion to that of the book I am reading. In this piece I am trying to work on adding more connections and adding more semantic devices, like similes and metaphors.</i><br />
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I walk through the door and stop. I can sense somebody watching me. I slowly turn left and right searching for the presence that I sensed. The room appears to be empty, but then I catch sight of it. A dark figure huddled in the corner, silent. Slowly I approach it, and when I reach it I see something that I never would have expected. It was him.<br />
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For the next few weeks my life continued normally, school, homework, sports, but then, about ten days after I first saw him, I found him. Actually I think it would be better to say that he found me. I had just woken up and was about to get ready for school when I screamed. He was sitting in the corner of my room, staring at me. A moment later, my mother burst into the room.<br />
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"What's wrong honey?" she asked quickly. She was out of breath, probably from running up the stairs too quickly. I was about to reply to her when I looked into the corner, to see if he was still there. He wasn't.<br />
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I had to find him. This was driving me crazy, chasing him around only to have him disappear right when I wanted to see him the most. I knew that the next time I saw him I was going to get him. But that turned out to be a lot longer than I would have liked.</div>
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Finally, one day, after waiting way too long for this to happen, I saw him. Not only did I see him, I went after him. I was riding my bike to the grocery market to do some errands for my family, and I saw him sitting on the sidewalk. I made a quick decision to stop my bike, hop off, and go after him. I approached him tentatively, and got my first good look at him. He had his hair in a short buzz cut, as if to say he was serious about life, his other features were not very unique, except for the one thing that stood out more than anything else. His eyes were as cold as ice, but he didn't look like the type of person to anger quickly. I don't know what it was about him, but his presence seemed to calm me, almost as if we belonged together. But then I snapped back into reality. I was about to start to grill him for answers, but then something very strange happened. An elderly man exited the store behind him. The boy walked up to him, raised his hand, and disappeared.</div>
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I was scared. I didn't know what was happening. I had thought this boy was just a guy who could get away quickly. But know I didn't know what I was supposed to do now that I had just seen this very strange event. Should I tell my parents, or even the cops? I already knew what I had to do though. I didn't do anything.</div>
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These run-ins with the boy were getting frustrating, so I knew that next time I saw him, I would for sure get the first word in, and get it in fast. I hate to say this, but, I had to wait very long to do this. Much too long in my opinion. I look back and realize that this time away from the boy actually gave me some time to think, get my life back together, and make me more sane. I had practically forgot him, but when I saw him next, it would be an event that I would never forget.</div>
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I was returning from a long, grueling Friday at school, walking in the wastelands between town and my neighborhood. I was passing the landfill, thinking about the awesome weekend ahead of me, when I saw him out of the corner of my eye. He was sitting, leaning against a particularly large pile of garbage. I ran up to him fast, as to make sure that he didn't get away. Right when I reached him I started talking, spitting out the words at him, so he could understand I was angry. "Who are you? Why were you following me? How did you just disappear that one day in town? So, do you have any answers?". And that's when he did something that totally knocked my socks off. I will remember this for as long as I live. The boy talked.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12399129374864184704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913171592755827176.post-70652188976059016292012-09-20T14:07:00.001-05:002012-09-27T13:31:51.539-05:00Pendragon<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE9_dMpog-7UfMnz0SOJRZxpHt26CTbmMvG4dKeqcnu4sqeIlabFFoWKWfJC0HfMAUKn3b4Mk7M8i6B5sf4d8v1CLWHjwRQHq1ALZYwBExVGe-GIQCXfyncxPOcpDF1E52PkpsFRJb5a_G/s1600/pendragon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE9_dMpog-7UfMnz0SOJRZxpHt26CTbmMvG4dKeqcnu4sqeIlabFFoWKWfJC0HfMAUKn3b4Mk7M8i6B5sf4d8v1CLWHjwRQHq1ALZYwBExVGe-GIQCXfyncxPOcpDF1E52PkpsFRJb5a_G/s200/pendragon.jpg" width="132" /></a><br />
Right now I'm reading a series called Pendragon. It's about a boy named Bobby Pendragon who suddenly finds out that he's destined to become Earth's Traveler. Traveler's travel through space and time through flumes to different territories to help when help is needed.<br />
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In the first book Bobby gets thrown into the middle of a civil war that's about to happen between two tribes in the territory Denduron. At first Bobby and his Uncle Press think that they need to help the weak tribe of the Milago rise up and take over the rich tribe of Bedoowan. He learns along the way that an evil Traveler, Saint Dane, is trying to make every territory fall so he can become the ruler of Halla, which is every territory, every person, every living thing, and every time. Bobby also meets Osa and Loor, Travelers from a different territory who have come to help save Denduron. Before the war even starts, Osa dies protecting Bobby and Loor.<br />
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When they first get to Denduron, Uncle Press gets captured by Bedoowan knights. Bobby goes back to Second Earth, which is what they call our Earth in the book, to get supplies to help rescue Uncle Press, even though Press said that you can't bring things unique to one territory to the next. With the stuff he gets from his friends Mark and Courtney, Bobby rescues Uncle Press.<br />
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Then, right before they go into war, Bobby, Press, and Loor figure out that the real enemy is tak, an explosive that's being mined by one of the Milago. The Milago plan to use a battery, from a flashlight that Bobby brought, to make a tak bomb and blow up the Bedoowan. Bobby, Press, and Loor know that the bomb will not only blow up the Bedoowan, it will also blow up the Milago. They rush in and stop the bomb, but Bobby and Loor find out that Saint Dane was really Figgis, the Milago mining the tak. He plans to just wait until more Milago mine the tak so Denduron can go into chaos, but Bobby blows up the mine.<br />
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The book is in the format of journals that Bobby sends back to Mark and Courtney on Second Earth. It switches between Bobby's adventure and Mark and Courtney on Second Earth.<br />
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Right now I'm on the second book, The Lost City of Faar. Bobby is in his second adventure on Cloral, a territory covered completely with water.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12399129374864184704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913171592755827176.post-16393816517095486922012-09-17T13:31:00.001-05:002012-09-27T13:30:06.787-05:00The Unanswered Question<br />
Why? Why is one of the most common questions in the English language. Yet, it is often the most unanswered questions. People often ask "Why?" to religious questions, but never get one set answer or even similar answers. When children ask "Why?" to their parents, they rarely ever get a straight answer.<br />
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Eventually in life you learn that asking "Why?" isn't important so much as "How?".Sometimes you need to be asked "Why?" because then you can get to that next level in the thought process you go through in order to answer the question. That's the reason for Academy 21, getting us to think on that next level, to really dig deep and figure out "Why?".<br />
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I think that no matter what, there really is no right answer to "Why?", which is why it is, and always will be, the unanswered question.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12399129374864184704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913171592755827176.post-13055132979264505902012-09-07T10:01:00.001-05:002012-09-07T11:52:09.489-05:00Picture Day When I look at this Go Cowboys sign, I remember that football season is just starting. Ironically, the Cowboys played the opening game of the season last night, and won. Football is a very popular sport, especially in the United States. Last year 111 million people watched the Super Bowl in the United States alone. Football is a tough sport not many people make it. There are 1,696 players on an NFL roster and only 22 per team start each week and about 30 get good playing time each week. That means that each week only 960 out of 1,696 players play a lot in the NFL each season. With the NFL season starting, that means two things. One, college football is starting which gives you more options to watch games. There is 15 games each weekend in the NFL, but there are about 50 college football games each weekend. Two, Fantasy Football is starting. Fantasy Football is a game in which you draft real players onto your own team. You score depending on how well your players do in real life. For example, if somebody on your team scores a touchdown in real life, you get six points for your fantasy team. Football is back, and I'm glad that this sign reminded me of it.<br />
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This Tampa Bay Rays cowbell reminds me that the MLB season is wrapping up, which means it's almost time for the playoffs. The World Series is very popular. In game seven of it last year, 25 million people tuned in on their TV's to watch it. This year there's a very tight race for the AL wild card spots, with Tampa Bay right in the thick of it. They're one and a half games back from the second wild card spot, currently held by the Orioles. Just because the wild card team usually is the worst, it doesn't mean they'll do the worst. Last year the Cardinals won the wild card on the last day and went on to win the World Series. The MLB season is wrapping up, and can thank this cowbell for reminding me.</div>
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Parrots have been all over history. We always remember them as the sidekick on the pirate's shoulder. But they have been in other places that you might not have guessed. Queen Victoria had one that could sing "God Save the Queen". Andrew Jackson, our seventh president, had a parrot named "Pol" that was taught to curse in both English and Spanish. Martha Washington, wife of our 1st president, George Washington, owned a parrot "Polly" who George supposedly didn't like. It is said that they kept a close eye on each other when they were in the same room. Even as far back as the ancient Egyptians we see parrots. Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics depict what appear to be pet birds. Parrots have appeared all over history, including this one.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12399129374864184704noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913171592755827176.post-54213349059846065922012-09-05T13:16:00.003-05:002012-09-27T13:34:33.137-05:00Fall DWA<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Nice job!? That’s all I get for almost destroying the room and knocking down the building. That was AWESOME!” Tyson said back, as if Ragnar didn’t know how thrilling and awesome that felt.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Since you’ve passed all the tasks I have given you in half the time I thought you would, I challenge you to a duel. Whoever can knock down the opponent first wins, but remember, we’re not trying to kill each other, ” Ragnar said, surprising Tyson. Right away, Tyson used all the spells that Ragnar had taught him, but they had no effect.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Ha ha, I am not really Ragnar, teacher of the new Protectors, but Rashad, the evil wizard. I also gave you the Flashlight, the weakest wand ever created, but somehow you managed to master every spell, you might actually be the Protector, so I should get rid of you. With you out of the way I can take over Wiztopia finally. So let’s continue,” Ragnar, no Rashad said. Then Rashad shot down Tyson and was about to finish him off. Tyson thought of one last spell to use and said it. POOF! Suddenly Tyson was by himself. He had used the spell no one had ever used, or even tried before. The Banishing spell.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After a little bit later, some men approached him wearing robes like Rashad’s, except they were brightly colored.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Thank you Citizen, for getting rid of Rashad. He had been causing a lot of trouble and if you wouldn’t of gotten rid of him, I’m afraid that Wiztopia might have fallen. We, the Council of Wizards, hereby declare you, Citizen Tyson, to be our new Protector. Our old Protector Rashad but he turned corrupt and tried to take over,” The person that looked like their leader said to Tyson. “By the way, how did you get rid of Rashad?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I used the Banishing spell,” Tyson replied to what seemed like a silly question.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You’re going to be one good Protector Citizen, one good Protector.”</span></b>
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