Monday, November 15, 2010

Assignment #16


I awoke to a bird that sings a song, looked around and my vision got clearer and I seen the sun threw the clear, window. I looked at my phone which was on the black pearl counter, and wash my face in the clear white sink, face fresh clean. I turn on the kitchen light on and found my dog, sniffing through the trash can, as usual i pick up the mess. My walls are made of full Pine Wood, you smell the fresh nice smell of pine, which have a Wasps nest right on the other side. The floor is smooth nice black carpet, the fire place is cracking with light, witch warms the room.
When Im done drinking my fresh Orange Juice, and pancakes, I take my Pugs (the dog) out for a walk.  We, well he decides to walk in the Meadow witch has tall green grass, full of bugs and a smell of fresh water as if rain just hit the leafs.We make our way through the meadow and I found my self getting frightened, because I don't know what's up ahead. Pugs just minds his business walking through the grass like as if he knew were he was going. I think it was the time he ran away for more then 4 hours and i cud not find him anywhere, and the next few hours he appeared in the backyard with mud and a horrible smell all over him, i believe he got lost in the meadow.
The meadow was about a mile long, their was no way i would walk through the meadow with out tripping or falling their was weeds on he floor and plants of their own kind, growing wildly around everywhere. We , make our way walking and walking i decide to put some music on my i pod and listen to Pink- Raise your glass, Or Keith Urban, when i started dancing and i found this flower that caught my eye, red with yellow in the middle, at the tips blue appears and go's. I pick it, but the flower had these strange bugs which were green i dropped the flower and walked, i seen a couple of rabbits here and their also snakes but i kept my distance, their was also a other dog that Pugs wanted to run after so bad, but my strength didn't allow it.
 We kept walking i seen birds fly above watching to make sure i don't get any of their surprises.
 When i realized we were coming to a stop i thought it would of been a cliff, of an ending but not it was a wall? I touched  and it was hard and cold, which i looked up and i was at the base of the mountain, so i let Pugs go and i decided to climb up and see what's up their, I make my way up i scraped knee, i see little bugs that are bitting me,which hurts. birds flew by me showing me their feathers,  the clouds appear close.

Assignment #15 HOTD0G

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Friday, November 12, 2010

Assignment #14

Uniforms :/





Okay first of all what confuses me is that, you make a whole system that we should be happy about who we are. But yet you want us to wear uniforms whch dont help us at all express our selves. I understands at time we dissobey what you accept, and I understand but taking away our freedom of being able to dress the way we want to.
School at Atrisco Heritage Academy is taugh but good, but their are already so many rules we have to follow and making so many choices, why would have to worry about watching what we have to wear. School should be set on ideas ,space and imagenation. What we do how we speak how we talk and the way we walk is always a problem , we have to be this way act this way and now you want us to dress the way you want. Wierd how you read that sentence and see its what you want not what we want. I believe that this school has us getting ready for college why would we have to worry aboutour clothes? We have so much to worry about them what we wear, getting in trouble from the school getting suspended for that is taking time away from our school work which sucks!
Well I do understand part of the wanting a dress code yes, others dress not the way their suppose to, like gurls wearing short skirts, shorts, or boys bagging pants, showing underwear. I also understand when others make fun of how others dress , because they don't have enough to get nicer things, and i understand that sometimes it coulod be easier. But to me i'd rather have no uniforms, noone want's to dress alike everyday. Belive me i went through it in middle school. we even had to tuck in our shirts, which ven worse.To me telling us the way we should dress id crazy, it like telling you not to be your self, and I'm sure they don't mean it in that way but i could seem that way. I know you have those years when you had to wear uniforms, and you hated it right?   My opinion is why change something that just going to make a bigger problem, to the school and kids.
Note that children have a mind of not wanting ti follow rules even the simple rule of chewing no gum, im mean yes it makes our school look grosss but you think most kids care? I mean i do i don'e want our school full of black spots on the floor, But kids don't want to change the way they dress it's them it's who they are, and noone is that way just them.To justify you question there should be no uniforms, no no no no. Its fine the way it is, and noone will argue to that.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Assignment #13


Sun goes down, bats fly. Fog appears, Screams of Children. Candy helps the pain.
Flips and turns wake her. Clowns giggle upon a frown. Tonight is a trick.
Life is known to death. Your life is risen by death. The sweets are your treat.



Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Book report

The Freedom Writer Diary Is a book about life , and that life shouldn't be looked by the cover becasue their much more that people don't know about someone. Some people have it very difficult its not everyday that you meet people who have a really great story to tell about their day or even whole life, These kids founnd a home with their teacher Ms. Gruwell she was a first year teachering as an Eglish teacher, she was bright but out of place, anywho she shoould these children that their is a place for teens like them. and that even thought ttheir were others who thought lower then them that it could happen to them to find a better life.But the story isn't even based on that the book explain the diffrent difficulties that these teen have, the pain the stories f rom drive bys every night, also telling that to them family is the gangs that their involved in everyday.
Ms.Gruwell gave them a place to talk about their problems and most t said they have lostt many to were they could say its filled up a grave yard which is sad because life are just like bullets to them, most didn't have a chance a kid explained. To them room 203 was just a place theyy could find care and space. She Found way to feel confortable, like books from Durango street a book about an African American teen named Rufus, and he had just been released from juvinile detention center and lot of people had a relation with this kid, she found ways for them to be intrested in reading and in another way to see that even back then their teens just like you and that they have had it hard. I want others to read this story I believe that it would help other find that theirs help and theirs other people who cared even if they are not form the same click as you or gang.

Breaking Dawn, My book

This book was a book of imagination and suspition, about thinking out side of the box. Trying to explain that you shouldn't always believe what you think is true, that behind every natural face has  wierd explanation. The diffrent thig that attracted me to this book was it has love, sequence and adord relationship. A tale of fiction, truths and mythes. But the book shows excitment, and intertainment. It helps your understand things that aren't so intelligent to you. Make you think that theirs more to what we know, magic is a crazy thing and 
this book shows you what you cant find if you just close your eyes and believe.
Life in this book is lived at the moment not waiting till tomarro to find the diffrent experience you can find, even if its saying hi to that guy in the hall way. Life to me must be expressed in every way even if that just talking more then you usually do. The book might be fiction but hey! your imagination must start somewhere.