Monday, June 6, 2011

Reflection

During the meetings with Mrs. Reagles the hardest thing to turn in to her would probably be the literature analysis. It is difficult to figure out what I am going to say during the the essay and how I would write something that would fit to the book. With creative pieces I just go off of what I think; which makes them easier to think of and write. When I am hungry I always write about something because it will turn out good and that has been proven with my brownies creative piece.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Whatt???????????

On Monday May 23, we had a substitute for Language Arts. Faiyaz, Augie, Dan, and I are deciding what Pokemon we would be. anWe finally decide Faiyaz in a little Jiggalie puff, Augie is Charmdar, Dan is piplup and I am squirtal. Most of the time we talk about ranbom things because Faiyaz is here. Boom a rocket ship comes down and we are dead.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Gretchen

Arriving at new schools is always difficult meeting new people; trying to impress new people. When in a group you learn about other students and most of the time believe everything that your friends would be telling you. I think when Gretchen saw Squeaky she thought that she was a snotty kid, who thinks that she is the best, and makes fun of all the kids around her. As they both saw each Gretchen kept her mouth shut and didn't say anything. Squeaky still made fun of her; whats with that she hasn't even done anything and you still have beef with her. I think that Gretchen thought that she was a mean, know it all, that has to pick on other kids to make herself look cooler than other people. 

Monday, April 4, 2011

MMA

Mixed Marshal Arts is a fighting style that many choose to be a member of. Some are choosers of Ti kuwando and other choose street fighting. If you ever want to become a MMA member watch out for the Ninja.

WATCH VIDEO TO GET WHY I SAID NINJA.
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 http://www.mmafighting.com/tag/anthony+pettis+video/

Friday, March 18, 2011

Brownies

A thick coat of chocolate fudge oozes over a soft square of chocolate dough. It sits there waiting for a lucky person to come over and enjoy this wonderful treat. The smells is like nothing you have ever smelt before and the touch is just as good. You grab the brownie, feeling the fudge start to creep on to your hand. So warm and delightful you take a bite. A chocolate sensation rushes into your mouth filling you hunger up with joy. As you look into the middle of the brownie you notice that there are sweet chocolate chips. "WOW!" is all that pops up into your mind, you reach up and take another bite and another bite, until this is nothing but crumbs and some chocolate fudge on your hand. Quickly you gather up all of the crumbs you can find from this glorious treat and stuff it all in your mouth. Sadly the delicious treat is gone and all you have to remember it by the fudge stain on your hand, and that's all you need.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

2081: Welcome?

The year was 2081. It was a bright summer day all was calm and the sun was starting to rise off the mountains of California. Birds were singing their vocal tune and animals were awaking for their slumber, as Thomas and John glanced around on their way to school they notice something out of ordinary. A red flaming object entered our atmosphere, and hit the earth at an alarming rate of speed that they could feel the vibrations of the impact. John and Thomas thought nothing of the asteroid and thought it was just a big rock. When arriving to school for another gruesome day of learning, grabbing their back pack and getting ready to enter the high school they notice it was a little darker than usual. John suggested students flipped the switch, and they just decided to leave it as that. After a couple of minutes after John had said that, Thomas started thinking about the asteroid, and wondering if it hit on a power line instead of a student flipping the switch.
The first bell rang, signaling everyone go to class, John went to Math, and Thomas went to Math as well. As usual John, the trouble maker never did his homework and just brushed it off every time, but this time was different his teacher Mr.Wrong had enough of his first grade attitude told him to call his parents telling them of what he did, and that he was staying after school to catch up. As John moped over to the phone, picked it up and hovered it over his ear he didn't hear the sound that the phone makes when it was off the hook. John glances over to Mr. Wrong and mumbled to his teacher saying that the phone was broken. His teacher marched over to the phone snatched it from his hand and placed it to his ear. For once John had actually spoke the truth. Mr. Wrong told John to sit down, which happened to be right to the window by Thomas. Thomas laughing at his mistakes as usual smacked him on the head and he stopped instantly. Now John was mad and wanted to just get out of school. He stared out the window day dreaming, he started to feel more vibrations getting louder and stronger with every second that had pasted. A couple of minutes had past and the vibrations were launching his desk off the floor. By now Mr. Wrong had realized it too, and he quickly rushed everyone out of the room and down to the stair case. While Thomas and John were running out of the door they quickly turned to close the door and out of the window they saw a monstrous machine coming toward the school at a slow but alarming rate. Both looked at each other with terror in their eyes, and quickly shut the door and ran down to the stair case.

There at the stair case was half of the school piled up at the in the stair case. There was barley any space between all of the people. It was like almost like have a pool that only holds one hundred people and putting one hundred and twenty people into the pool.
As Thomas and John were in the room with many other hyper ventilating kids they were wondering if they would ever come to home their family, or even worse if their families had already died. Just as both of thing about the worst the vibrations had stopped for a minute or two. They both looked around at their high school class mates to see how they were doing to remember their faces it they had to. Just then they had heard a crush from the top story and then another crush coming straight through the stair case just missing both of them and crushing some of their class mates and splatting blood and other human organs onto the walls and on people. Thomas and John arose slowly, and steady

Monday, February 21, 2011

Hello Mr. Snow

As I sat watching the television in the morning, I noticed something different in the outside world, it was snowing. Even though the snow was coming down softly, and it seemed as though it was going to take an hour for it to come down, I still felt rejoiced in the thought of more snow. For awhile I didn't bother looking outside, because it most of the time it would normally die down and ruin my spirit in more snow. After thinking of this I had been asked to do a chore that is the worst in the house, walking my seven year old Airdale named Marlo. As I put my dogs chain on to go out side along with the very funny boots we put on her, I walked out side noticed something beautiful, snow was coming down hard but at the same time gently, and it was every where. Nothing like the night before when there wasn't even snow it was more of grass. During the walk it was very peace full no one outside nothing to be header besides the foot steps sinking into the snow. This time was peaceful almost it kinda felt like I was touching my inner self, sadly that all ended with a almost like a brick wall to a car. Hail just started to come down hitting me, and Marlo hard and fast. As we were be hit with the ice I started to run home, I was almost laughing because it didn't hurt but my dog was freaking out when it hit the me. Marlo tried to bite it which only made me laugh more, and then finally I arrived home. Taking the chain off of her and throwing her a treat for being good, this was my weekend and nothing else exciting happened.