H- Heaven on
E- Earth
A- And at the
R- Right
T- Time...it will happen
^I'm not that religious
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Monday, December 19, 2011
Charolette's Web: Question #4
Now in the beginning of the book, Fern saves Wilbur because she feels everyone has a right to live. Personally I wouldn't have saved Wilbur. First of all he was the smallest pig anyway, so that just gives me one more reason to slaughter him. Secondly, I love pork and bacon so I would've let Wilbur live for about a month and then kill him so that I got a bit more meat for my money. As for the second part of the question, I can't really remember a time that I have stood up for someone smaller than myself, but I have before. I never really stood up for myself before because I never have to because everyone has that slight fear of me which I enjoy. That just about wraps it up, anyway I just found this awsome song if you want to check it out. Good bye.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=py7d9brgnmA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=py7d9brgnmA
Monday, November 28, 2011
A Day No Pigs Would Die blog #1
I myself do not own a pet. I have owned pets in the past but they have died long ago. My ideal pet would have to be a dog. Although I am not sure what my favorite breed of dog is. I want my dog to be obedient, obdient enough so that he could walk by my side without a leash. He would get along with me and greet me in the mornings when I wake up. Also, I'm not exactly positive what I would name him. This descirbes my ideal pet that I would like to own.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Tom's Third person point if view
Tom was talking to Leslie one morning in the hallway while being spotted by Sarah. Tom saw Sarah watching and noticed her getting jealous. Noticing that, he continues talking to her. While Tom was continuing the conversation, Sarah was getting angry. Tom likes Leslie, so he asked her to homecoming and she said yes! Sarah found out and was upset.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Halloween Blog
It was Halloween night, and all of the kids were out in their costumes enjoying their night before school the next morning. However, for 21 year old Novak Svensson this night was a nightmare. Novak was doing his part in the community that night by handing out candy to all of the children who rang upon his doorbell. As the clock had just struck 1:00, Novak set aside his cask or sweets and set off for bed. All was going well right up until he heard a noise from his basement. Curious to seek said noise, he traveled sluggishly towards the flight of stairs.
Novak approached the stairs and ever so carefully proceeded to walk down. He saw a young gentlemen creeping about in his basement trying to open up Novak's hidden safe. The young gentlemen had not noticed Novak due to the swiftness of his feet. Novak was shocked yet not frightened. Novak's intruder was distracted by the thick safe, so Novak had time to think about what he could do. He thought to himself two things: one being call 911, two being destroy him. Without a doubt in his wicked mind, Novak chose option number two and then continued to try and find a weapon. Novak was looking for something metal or sharp, basically something that could do the job quickly. Eventually he came across a sharp, rusty machete that he kept from his trip to Costa Rica. Novak quietly came around the corner seeing that the young gentlemen was still working on the safe. Novak then ran towards him, keeping his mouth closed, and swung with both hands at his neck. He was dead, but Novak continued to slice away until he say a blue, transparent cloud forming around the stranger's body. It was a ghost, the man's own ghost had risen from the body. Novak stood there in fear then reacted. Novak swung once at the ghost, with no affect, and then ran out his basement door. He had never been ever so scared in his lifetime.
Novak approached the stairs and ever so carefully proceeded to walk down. He saw a young gentlemen creeping about in his basement trying to open up Novak's hidden safe. The young gentlemen had not noticed Novak due to the swiftness of his feet. Novak was shocked yet not frightened. Novak's intruder was distracted by the thick safe, so Novak had time to think about what he could do. He thought to himself two things: one being call 911, two being destroy him. Without a doubt in his wicked mind, Novak chose option number two and then continued to try and find a weapon. Novak was looking for something metal or sharp, basically something that could do the job quickly. Eventually he came across a sharp, rusty machete that he kept from his trip to Costa Rica. Novak quietly came around the corner seeing that the young gentlemen was still working on the safe. Novak then ran towards him, keeping his mouth closed, and swung with both hands at his neck. He was dead, but Novak continued to slice away until he say a blue, transparent cloud forming around the stranger's body. It was a ghost, the man's own ghost had risen from the body. Novak stood there in fear then reacted. Novak swung once at the ghost, with no affect, and then ran out his basement door. He had never been ever so scared in his lifetime.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Powerless
In the Novel Of Mice and Men, two main characters, Lennie and George go through their lives always chasing their dream of living on a ranch. In the end of the story Lennie and George are set in a ravine, the same ravine in which the story had started. Lennie once again asks George to tell him about the ranch. They both then hear the sound of men coming after them. George then suggests that they go to that ranch right now. George proceeds to raise Carlson's gun to Lennie's head and shoots. Both of the men were powerless and I believe that George had made the right decision. I have felt powerless before, quite a few times in fact.
Just one of the many times i have felt powerless takes place in Virginia. I was at one of Tae-Kwon-Do tournaments at the time. Our classes were divided by belt, age, and weight. I was set into my class and put into a room where I saw all of my opponents. Then I over heard one of the class organizers talking about me to the rest of the organizers. Apparently I was a bit bigger than everyone else in my class, so he moved me up to a way bigger class. I mean bigger as in taller, heavier, and older. To say the least I was scared for my life, for I was just a small lad and these kids were huge. I was reluctant to say anything because I felt that it would be a sign of weakness. So I stayed, and was eventually led out into the arena along with everyone else. There were loads of people watching us enter. I was the first one to enter the arena, and then I saw my opponent. He was huge, at least twice as big as me. The judges didn't even care that it wasn't fair. I was helpless, powerless. I was truly powerless; there was no backing out, just him and you and five minutes of pain. The referee than said "Start". I was terrified and frustrated at the same time. Which didn't help me at all to fight. I was just trying to avoid his kicks as much as I could until he hit me. The pain was dreadful, and I honestly started to cry that it was that bad. I suffered through the five minutes getting kicked so hard. I got yelled at as well in between the rounds. It turned out really bad, but you learn from your mistakes.
Just one of the many times i have felt powerless takes place in Virginia. I was at one of Tae-Kwon-Do tournaments at the time. Our classes were divided by belt, age, and weight. I was set into my class and put into a room where I saw all of my opponents. Then I over heard one of the class organizers talking about me to the rest of the organizers. Apparently I was a bit bigger than everyone else in my class, so he moved me up to a way bigger class. I mean bigger as in taller, heavier, and older. To say the least I was scared for my life, for I was just a small lad and these kids were huge. I was reluctant to say anything because I felt that it would be a sign of weakness. So I stayed, and was eventually led out into the arena along with everyone else. There were loads of people watching us enter. I was the first one to enter the arena, and then I saw my opponent. He was huge, at least twice as big as me. The judges didn't even care that it wasn't fair. I was helpless, powerless. I was truly powerless; there was no backing out, just him and you and five minutes of pain. The referee than said "Start". I was terrified and frustrated at the same time. Which didn't help me at all to fight. I was just trying to avoid his kicks as much as I could until he hit me. The pain was dreadful, and I honestly started to cry that it was that bad. I suffered through the five minutes getting kicked so hard. I got yelled at as well in between the rounds. It turned out really bad, but you learn from your mistakes.
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