faith is an important part of everyones life. Yes, it even affects those people that are too cool to have a religion. I don't know if it is just be, but those people irk me to a great extent. They claim they have no faith but I feel that they are just doing it to try and be cool or different. Quite honestly it usually makes them wierde. I also greatly hate it when peopl over do religion. That is also very obnoxious because they take it all way to far. I personally sit in the middle of extremism and pure lack of faith. i believe in god and pray frequently but i don't feel i need to go around and try and disprove everyone elses faith. On the other hand, I also don't go around trying to convert people to my religion because i feel it is the individual persons choice. I don't like to discuss religion because it is usually boring to talk about and everyone gets angry. Plus I'm only seventeen and don't believe I have it within myself to make such a drastic choice. Well honestly I'm not afraid to be a hero! which changes everything but I'm gonna be honest, I have not been to church in awhile. I have to work all day on sunday so before everyone gets judgmental lets just calm down.
Well, now you know how i feel about religion and faith. don't get me wrong, I am not some egotistical seventeen year man here just ripping on the very fabric of society, im simply witing my blog
religion has an important and good impact on everyone's life but it also has many negative affects. Nobody can seem to agree on which religion is write and wrong so there are constantly wars being started due to religion. These wars have been going on for thousands of years. hundreds of years ago the crusades began between christians and muslims. The christians invaded muslim lands on religious grounds which now just seems blatantly unessacary.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
#49 family
Family... quite a group of people in everyone's life. they are the people who make fun of you at family holidays and make you harbor a cold and cruel hatred towards the rest of the world. Without family you would not be able to hate everyone and everything on planet earth. i know from experience that family is a lie. They say one thing and mean another. Everyone says family is supposed to love you but I have figured it out. Family is supposed to make everything about your life suck. Let's talk about brothers.
Families do many things together including holidays and vacations. they even go to each others baseball games. I know as a fact that everyone wants to go to my games and watch me destroy the opposing team. There has never been a team that can stand up to my amazing skills and walk away alive. When I make contact with the ball it never stops flying. For instance, I hit a ball once, and its still in orbit. Scientists at NASA believe it will continue to orbit the planet for another two thousand years. The MLB has named me the top prospect in the draft when I turn eighteen. I will most likely be drafted first pick and paid a hefty salary in the major leagues.
Dan Reiser, one of the greatest pitchers to ever step up on the mound, got destroyed by me. he had nothing on me. I purposely let him get an 0-2 count on me. Then I knew he would throw a curveball and I hit it so hard that it caught fire as it left our solar system. I then saluted the American flag in center field, entered my '97 malibu, and drove off into the sunset.
Ok I admit, I may have sidestepped the family in this blog and written about baseball instead but baseball is more fun than family, on any given day. I also understand that some of this may sound a bit far fetched but i assure you, it is all true. Just watch ESPN every night and watch my high lights.
Families do many things together including holidays and vacations. they even go to each others baseball games. I know as a fact that everyone wants to go to my games and watch me destroy the opposing team. There has never been a team that can stand up to my amazing skills and walk away alive. When I make contact with the ball it never stops flying. For instance, I hit a ball once, and its still in orbit. Scientists at NASA believe it will continue to orbit the planet for another two thousand years. The MLB has named me the top prospect in the draft when I turn eighteen. I will most likely be drafted first pick and paid a hefty salary in the major leagues.
Dan Reiser, one of the greatest pitchers to ever step up on the mound, got destroyed by me. he had nothing on me. I purposely let him get an 0-2 count on me. Then I knew he would throw a curveball and I hit it so hard that it caught fire as it left our solar system. I then saluted the American flag in center field, entered my '97 malibu, and drove off into the sunset.
Ok I admit, I may have sidestepped the family in this blog and written about baseball instead but baseball is more fun than family, on any given day. I also understand that some of this may sound a bit far fetched but i assure you, it is all true. Just watch ESPN every night and watch my high lights.
Monday, April 12, 2010
# 48 Spring Break
Last week I was on Spring Break. I would have to say it was a very enjoyable Spring Break. I spent most of my time doing baseball stuff even though we kept getting rained out for some reason. It rained a little bit each game day so we kept getting rained out. Needless to say I was not afraid to be a hero and would have played in the rain but was not allowed to.
I started my Break off with a horrible movie... the Last Song. I swear it is god awful so don't ever go see it. Right after school I went to baseball practice and we got out half an hour early so I thought it would be a good night. However, I was horribly mistaken. It was literally one of the worst movies I've ever seen in my life. For once I wish I was afraid to be a hero so that I didn't go. Oh well... It's over now so there is nothing i can do about it.
I had baseball every day over break so it sucked that we kept getting rained out. I wanted to play but we never got too. Out of about seven games we only got to play three of them. We played pretty well but still lost one of the games. ow that I'm back in school I have a game literally every day possible for the next three weeks. It will be interesting.
Over break I was able to sleep in for te first time since Christmas break. I usually get up for school at six thirty every morning. Over break I got up everyday around seven thirty. I know, I know... quite an improvement but its much better than six thirty. It doesn't matter that I actually got less sleep because I stayed out much later than normal.
We also took a baseball trip to Tuscola and stayed the night in a hotel. the three other people in my room were hilarious and we had fun. i spent some time in the hot tub and pool while playing with the coaches three young kids.
I started my Break off with a horrible movie... the Last Song. I swear it is god awful so don't ever go see it. Right after school I went to baseball practice and we got out half an hour early so I thought it would be a good night. However, I was horribly mistaken. It was literally one of the worst movies I've ever seen in my life. For once I wish I was afraid to be a hero so that I didn't go. Oh well... It's over now so there is nothing i can do about it.
I had baseball every day over break so it sucked that we kept getting rained out. I wanted to play but we never got too. Out of about seven games we only got to play three of them. We played pretty well but still lost one of the games. ow that I'm back in school I have a game literally every day possible for the next three weeks. It will be interesting.
Over break I was able to sleep in for te first time since Christmas break. I usually get up for school at six thirty every morning. Over break I got up everyday around seven thirty. I know, I know... quite an improvement but its much better than six thirty. It doesn't matter that I actually got less sleep because I stayed out much later than normal.
We also took a baseball trip to Tuscola and stayed the night in a hotel. the three other people in my room were hilarious and we had fun. i spent some time in the hot tub and pool while playing with the coaches three young kids.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
#49 my job shadowing experience
My job shadowing experience was rather dull and boring. I went to the County Building, the state's attorney's office. I was not able to do many things because the legal system is a complex system that takes time to get things rolling. Mr. milhiser was unable to show us around because his case, the same case that i was supposed to watch, was taking a long time. It was not his fault he was busy, it was necessary for him to sit through the jury selection, which from what I hear is more boring than watching paint dry. So a nice man by the name of Bill Davis sat with me and my group and tried his best to entertain us. he answered questions for about an hour and then took us into a case where a man was on trial for some sort of battery and aggression. He was found not guilty.
Mr. Davis then took us back to the room and answered more questions for another hour. Then he took us on a tour of the building which was interesting. I met a few judges and naturally they loved me. I even met some cool lawyers and everyone answered my questions politely and agreed that I would be the best Supreme Court Chief Justice that America has ever had, and will ever have.
For lunch Mr. Davis (from now on referred to as bill) walked to Jimmy John's with me and Jeremy. I got a delicious sandwhich and a refreshing cherry coke. I also had a PBJ that I had baked myself. We went back to the grand jury conference room and ate lunch with other lawyers. They were all joking around and we met a man named Jeffrey. He told everyone his stories which were absolutely ridiculous. They were about experiences he had when he was in law school and some were from Georgia. Jeffrey was the most interesting part of the day.
I would not be surprised if I spent two thirds of my day in the conference room with Bill. The poor guy did his best but he was thrown a curve ball and did not know what to do. We were supposed to sit in on a child rapist case where a man was being prosecuted for supposedly raping a child. However, the main person in the bulding said we would not be able to sit in on the case even though we were already in there. he sent a rahter nasty lady to take us out of the room. I'll be honest she was not very pleasant and she gave a lot of attitude to Bill.many peropl said we could sit in but since the main guy said no, it terminated that idea.
So, of course i went back into the conference room with Bill and was asked more questions. I finally just left and went home because there was nothing to do and i had a baseball game. it felt good to get out of there and re-enter my life. I went home and then headed out to baseball, but that is beside the point.
Mr. Davis then took us back to the room and answered more questions for another hour. Then he took us on a tour of the building which was interesting. I met a few judges and naturally they loved me. I even met some cool lawyers and everyone answered my questions politely and agreed that I would be the best Supreme Court Chief Justice that America has ever had, and will ever have.
For lunch Mr. Davis (from now on referred to as bill) walked to Jimmy John's with me and Jeremy. I got a delicious sandwhich and a refreshing cherry coke. I also had a PBJ that I had baked myself. We went back to the grand jury conference room and ate lunch with other lawyers. They were all joking around and we met a man named Jeffrey. He told everyone his stories which were absolutely ridiculous. They were about experiences he had when he was in law school and some were from Georgia. Jeffrey was the most interesting part of the day.
I would not be surprised if I spent two thirds of my day in the conference room with Bill. The poor guy did his best but he was thrown a curve ball and did not know what to do. We were supposed to sit in on a child rapist case where a man was being prosecuted for supposedly raping a child. However, the main person in the bulding said we would not be able to sit in on the case even though we were already in there. he sent a rahter nasty lady to take us out of the room. I'll be honest she was not very pleasant and she gave a lot of attitude to Bill.many peropl said we could sit in but since the main guy said no, it terminated that idea.
So, of course i went back into the conference room with Bill and was asked more questions. I finally just left and went home because there was nothing to do and i had a baseball game. it felt good to get out of there and re-enter my life. I went home and then headed out to baseball, but that is beside the point.
Friday, March 19, 2010
#47 Lit project so far
Here is another update for my project. We have been analyzing many poems and trying to write reviews on poems and other literary works. It has been very difficult for us and we are doing are best to finish on time. Both my partners, John and Cori, are doing very well. I have no complaints about them and I think that they are working very hard. The three of us are getting along well and we are all on the same page as far as the project goes. We hope to finish up inn the next few days so that we can be done with it. I won't lie, I don't like this very much because it is challenging, but at the same time i understand that it is a good experience and i will benefit greatly. I am glad that I got these two as partners because we are doing very well together. It is not just one person doing all the work. We are all contributing to the over all success of our group.
Currently, Cori is gone from class so it is just me and John. THat is a bold strategy for cori because she is the one that knows exactly whats going on. John and I are just gonna try and get as much stuff done today as possible. That is the best we can do. We have a little less than an hour so as soon as I finish up this blog we are gonna be ready to rock. I am glad that we are all getting along and doing work. I have heard that some groups are falling behind and we are actually on top of things. If I had to guess I would say we are about halfway done, if not a little more than that. It is nice to know we are moving along at a decent pace. That is all I have for now, keep checking my blog out because you know me, I always have something interesting to say.
Currently, Cori is gone from class so it is just me and John. THat is a bold strategy for cori because she is the one that knows exactly whats going on. John and I are just gonna try and get as much stuff done today as possible. That is the best we can do. We have a little less than an hour so as soon as I finish up this blog we are gonna be ready to rock. I am glad that we are all getting along and doing work. I have heard that some groups are falling behind and we are actually on top of things. If I had to guess I would say we are about halfway done, if not a little more than that. It is nice to know we are moving along at a decent pace. That is all I have for now, keep checking my blog out because you know me, I always have something interesting to say.
Friday, March 12, 2010
#46 my favorite car
My favorte car would have to be my 1997 Chevy Malibu. It is black and I'm pretty sure that the only special features about it are that it has cup holders. Allow me to describe it in more detail.
The parts of my car were built by Hephaestus in the forge of Mount Olympus. Under extreme heat he molded the steel together and formed the outline of my Malibu. Then, it was shipped off to the Cherokee Tribes of north America where they put their magic to use. They even helped paint the outside with their natural paints that never fade. That was nice of them. From their it was sent to car dealership to car dealersip waiting for the right person to by it. unfortunately a woman bought it and did not realize that when a car runs out of oil in the engine you can't drive it. So, my car was horribly destroyed. However, it was placed in the hands of a nice mechanic named Brent. Who helped fix my car. Brent was then contacted by my father, Richard Vaninger II. My father bought this car from Brent at a very nice price. Brent is currently fixing mycar right now because it loves to fall apart.
The important thing here is that I'm not afraid to be a hero. I'll survive without my car a little while longer. My car and i have gone on many adventures together, such as when we flew to the moon and back. There was also the time we raced Speed Racer in his Mach 5 car and won. Speed Racer is not as tough as he looks. When he falls behind he doesn't give up, he is very tenacious but he was no match for me and my Malibu.
After the race we were given the Medal of Honor for our bravery because Speed Racer was mad that he lost so he started a forest fire. My car and I put it out and saved a whole village of Cherokee, Ironically enough it was the same village of Cherokee that helped make my car so we had a large celebration.
The parts of my car were built by Hephaestus in the forge of Mount Olympus. Under extreme heat he molded the steel together and formed the outline of my Malibu. Then, it was shipped off to the Cherokee Tribes of north America where they put their magic to use. They even helped paint the outside with their natural paints that never fade. That was nice of them. From their it was sent to car dealership to car dealersip waiting for the right person to by it. unfortunately a woman bought it and did not realize that when a car runs out of oil in the engine you can't drive it. So, my car was horribly destroyed. However, it was placed in the hands of a nice mechanic named Brent. Who helped fix my car. Brent was then contacted by my father, Richard Vaninger II. My father bought this car from Brent at a very nice price. Brent is currently fixing mycar right now because it loves to fall apart.
The important thing here is that I'm not afraid to be a hero. I'll survive without my car a little while longer. My car and i have gone on many adventures together, such as when we flew to the moon and back. There was also the time we raced Speed Racer in his Mach 5 car and won. Speed Racer is not as tough as he looks. When he falls behind he doesn't give up, he is very tenacious but he was no match for me and my Malibu.
After the race we were given the Medal of Honor for our bravery because Speed Racer was mad that he lost so he started a forest fire. My car and I put it out and saved a whole village of Cherokee, Ironically enough it was the same village of Cherokee that helped make my car so we had a large celebration.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
#45 American Literature SIte
I'm going to be honest, I do not like this project very much. In fact, I think it is stupid because I don't know whats going on. Needless to say i am not afraid to be a hero. Since I don't know what is going on I'm just doing my best to help my group. I am not complaining because I think the basic idea of the project is interesting and much better than typing our poem analysises. It is definately more interesting making a website than any other idea I have for going about this project besides not doing it, which I would love to do. Again, I know its out of character for me, but I am not complaining. I am not afraid to be a hero and i like a challenge.
Mr. Langley seems to enjoy assigning impossibly difficult projects that take a lot of time and effort to complete. These projects are also very compplicated and unecessarily difficult. For instance, let's take a look at my speech project. I have to work with kids from around the world doing research on Gesture Based Computing under the sub category of Innovation. Yes, challenging. Especially because we are all on different time zones. However, this project will be a great life lesson and i take great pride in the fact that I'm in the first group ever to do this at Pleasant plains High School. I'm leading the charge for my high school into the next modern age of interaction and project management. Perhaps I will get a statue erected in my honor, or they will pay me a very large sum of money for being such a legend. Better yet, maybe they will do both. If they do decide to make a statue it should be made of pure diamond, and it should portray me with an american flag charging forward. Its the least that could be done. Unfortunately this won't happen... maybe after I've been dead for awhile. THat seems to Happen alot.
Mr. Langley seems to enjoy assigning impossibly difficult projects that take a lot of time and effort to complete. These projects are also very compplicated and unecessarily difficult. For instance, let's take a look at my speech project. I have to work with kids from around the world doing research on Gesture Based Computing under the sub category of Innovation. Yes, challenging. Especially because we are all on different time zones. However, this project will be a great life lesson and i take great pride in the fact that I'm in the first group ever to do this at Pleasant plains High School. I'm leading the charge for my high school into the next modern age of interaction and project management. Perhaps I will get a statue erected in my honor, or they will pay me a very large sum of money for being such a legend. Better yet, maybe they will do both. If they do decide to make a statue it should be made of pure diamond, and it should portray me with an american flag charging forward. Its the least that could be done. Unfortunately this won't happen... maybe after I've been dead for awhile. THat seems to Happen alot.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
#44 Describe an insect
I sit on my porch, and look out over yonder. my neighbors hair, it keeps getting blonder. I look towards the ground, and watch a hunting hound. I see an insect. allow me to describe it to you using imagery and scenery.
In the morning there was a mist hanging over the land. I was on my porch looking yonder over the landscape when my eyes happened to look upon an insect basking in the sun. There was a glare glinting off of the insects body. i noticed it had a large amount of legs. More legs than I have myself to walk upon. If you didn't ge the hint... I have two legs, therefore it has more than two. I guess that is an obvious comment that people should know because I'm a human so naturally I have two legs. Also, insects usuallu have more than two legs to walk on, but I'm starting to ramble so I'm gonna get back on track.
This insect could do more than just walk as its form of transportation, it could also hop!!! Watching it in its natural habitat was truly a magical experience. I was going to save this until the end as a surprise but i don't want to sound like an idiot (although there is virtually no way for me to do this) but I'm describing a grasshopper. Anyway, it was magical watching it hop around in the dewey grass searching for food and nutrition. I am truly blessed that I was able to witness this remarkable event. I now know how the people felt when they built the Panama Canal, or when Harry Houdini performed his remarkable escape tricks.
My only regret is that i had to witness the next event, which was truly horrible. The happy hopping grasshopper was happily hopping through the dewey grass when all of a sudden, a pidgeon flew down and ate it alive!! oh no!!! I yelled, as i witnessed the equivalent of a murder in the animal kingdom. i was heartbroken and had no idea what to do. Good news, I found a new happy hopping grasshopper.
In the morning there was a mist hanging over the land. I was on my porch looking yonder over the landscape when my eyes happened to look upon an insect basking in the sun. There was a glare glinting off of the insects body. i noticed it had a large amount of legs. More legs than I have myself to walk upon. If you didn't ge the hint... I have two legs, therefore it has more than two. I guess that is an obvious comment that people should know because I'm a human so naturally I have two legs. Also, insects usuallu have more than two legs to walk on, but I'm starting to ramble so I'm gonna get back on track.
This insect could do more than just walk as its form of transportation, it could also hop!!! Watching it in its natural habitat was truly a magical experience. I was going to save this until the end as a surprise but i don't want to sound like an idiot (although there is virtually no way for me to do this) but I'm describing a grasshopper. Anyway, it was magical watching it hop around in the dewey grass searching for food and nutrition. I am truly blessed that I was able to witness this remarkable event. I now know how the people felt when they built the Panama Canal, or when Harry Houdini performed his remarkable escape tricks.
My only regret is that i had to witness the next event, which was truly horrible. The happy hopping grasshopper was happily hopping through the dewey grass when all of a sudden, a pidgeon flew down and ate it alive!! oh no!!! I yelled, as i witnessed the equivalent of a murder in the animal kingdom. i was heartbroken and had no idea what to do. Good news, I found a new happy hopping grasshopper.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
#43 Olympics
Today I am supposed to blog about the Olympic games held in Canada in 2010. I'll be completely and I have not followed it at all. Everyone thinks they are cool because they follow curling but honestly, what's the point? I seriously don't get it... they push a giant block of some kind down an ice patch while men n skates with brooms brush the ice. I don't understand at all. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not playa hatin' on curling. I'm just spittin' hate towards all the people (and you know who you are) who claim to love curling when really who cares? I know the answer, no one cares. Its pointless. Pretty soon we'll be watching Olympic house cleaning if this broom cleaning keeps up. I really hope that doesn't happen because that would be stupid. Plus, it would cause controversy. Women would complain because that is what they do. Somehow since mostly omen would be doing the cleaning (ha ha ha) they would complain that is is stereotypical. Let's be honest again, I don't care. I bet it would happen. Back to the olympics. it is sad that Canada beat us in hockey. I don't care at all about hockey so im not upset at all but i am a firm believer in supporting your country in any global athletic competition. Which is why I am backing up the U.S.A. soccer team in the upcoming FIFA World Cup. I have faith that Landon Donovan is going to take us to the top and dominate everyone. With Tim Howard in goal there is no way America can lose. Those two players are simply too good. They cannot be stopped. Its pretty obvious that I didn't watch the olympics because I had to divert to fake house cleaning sports and he FIFA World cup. The important thing is that I know Amrica is going to win the World Cup. Pretty soon the team will open their eyes and realize that by adding me to their roster as a forward, they will never lose a game as long as I am able to play. The U.S. Olympic basketball team already added me because I can dunk from anywhere, shoot from anywhere, and i have never missed a three point shot in my life.
Monday, March 1, 2010
#42 Narrow Fellow in the Grass
Upon reading the poem A Narrow Fellow in the Grass by Emily Dickinson I must admit that I am not impressed. I did not feel anything special from this poem and frankly, I found it boring and stupid. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not hating on Emily and her work. I'm simply saying that it isn't for me. However, I do feel i was able to analyze it pretty well. Here it goes-
The poem is essentially about a man and grass. I know what your thinking, that any idiot could figure that out. Well, I'm one of the idiots that did. So, take that! let's keep going. Emily DIckinson describes being a child and walking barefoot in the grass in the third stanza. In the second stanza she describes how the grass is parted by objects. This is imagery because she is showing us how the grass can be moved. she quotes that the grass parts- as with a comb-. In the first stanza (I know I'm going backwards but don't worry, I know what I'm doing) she describes how a narrow fellow moves through the grass, parting it.
Moving on, the fourth stanza is a bit difficult for me to explain to you so I'll simply move on and if you really can you can check out some one else's blog. The fifth, and last stanza, describes how the main character of the poem has never met this narrow fellow she describes, who can presumably be nature itself. I know, it lacking a little bit, but I'm not well versed in poetry and I'm doing the best that I can so cut me some slack.
ANother point I would like to make is that the end of the second and fourth sentences rhyme. Also, each stanza has four sentences in it. THis shows that Emily Dickinson knows how to effectively organize a poem into stanzas where convenient pieces rhyme... I'll give her that one... but it still doesn't make this poem any better. Thank you for your time, have a good day.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Journal #41 PPHS in Mythology
Pleasant plains High School is the Mount Olympus of Pleasant Plains Illinois. It is the area of higher education that teaches all of the small village and its suburban neighbors to the west. In charge of running this Olympus is Mr. Ward, the Zeus of our school. He watches the halls and shoots anyone who dares to mis-behave with 200,000,000,000 bolts of electricity in the form of lightning bolts.
Athena, the goddess of knowledge is represented by Mrs. lee. She is head of the science department and in my experiences knows everything there is to know about anything. its actually kind of ridiculous how she always has a smart and logical answer to present to any questions.
Pleasant Plains is a combination of Athens and Sparta. Students who wish to learn and grow mentally are able to select from a wide variety of courses, similar to Athenians. The Spartans among us are trained in the gymnasium and weight room by men such as King Tadla, Admiral Cameron, and General Debar. The young men enrolled in SPartan training are trained in the toughest of conditions and prepared for any combat scenario. King Tadla is merciless in his general P.E. course, where if anyone cannot perform under the intense amount of pressure he presents, he kicks them out and shows no mercy. I am with Admiral Cameron where he has trained me to lift any amount of weight and never give up.
Another thing important in Pleasant Plains, as in any Greek or Roman city, is the prophet. This is Mr. Scropos, whos knowlege of the stars and in all things magical and mystic, is recognized as a wise man. He is in charge of the newspaper, The Pleasant Plains Cardinal, and fills it with truth and magic. he is trully a wise man.
In Athens, Democracy and government were important. This case was the same for the Romans. It is also important to us here at Pleasant Plains. mrs. Crossland enriches us in the way of our government via her civics courses. In here, the students learn how our government functions and what it truly means to be an American.
Every Mythological story must have some form of evil, and Pleasant Plains is no exception... Our mythical beast is fearsome and ruthless. it eats the souls of our young and breaks the dreams of everyone else. In fact, his office smells of dying children and broken dreams. His office is the Hades of our small village, Hell on Earth... if you are unfortunate enough to be called in then you are dealing with a serious problem. This man/creature is Mr. Peterson... i would reference him to the Minotaur.
side note- this comes with the job that mr. peterson has chosen, not my personal feelings. Therefore, any lawsuits that might be filed against me for this blog are now rendered void.
These are some of the examples of PPHS described with ancient Roman and Greek descriptions.
I would like to point out that all descriptions and references were based mostly on occupation within the school, and not on personal opinion. Therefore, mr. peterson, if you read this, I apologize. No harm was intended.
Thank you, have a nice day.
Athena, the goddess of knowledge is represented by Mrs. lee. She is head of the science department and in my experiences knows everything there is to know about anything. its actually kind of ridiculous how she always has a smart and logical answer to present to any questions.
Pleasant Plains is a combination of Athens and Sparta. Students who wish to learn and grow mentally are able to select from a wide variety of courses, similar to Athenians. The Spartans among us are trained in the gymnasium and weight room by men such as King Tadla, Admiral Cameron, and General Debar. The young men enrolled in SPartan training are trained in the toughest of conditions and prepared for any combat scenario. King Tadla is merciless in his general P.E. course, where if anyone cannot perform under the intense amount of pressure he presents, he kicks them out and shows no mercy. I am with Admiral Cameron where he has trained me to lift any amount of weight and never give up.
Another thing important in Pleasant Plains, as in any Greek or Roman city, is the prophet. This is Mr. Scropos, whos knowlege of the stars and in all things magical and mystic, is recognized as a wise man. He is in charge of the newspaper, The Pleasant Plains Cardinal, and fills it with truth and magic. he is trully a wise man.
In Athens, Democracy and government were important. This case was the same for the Romans. It is also important to us here at Pleasant Plains. mrs. Crossland enriches us in the way of our government via her civics courses. In here, the students learn how our government functions and what it truly means to be an American.
Every Mythological story must have some form of evil, and Pleasant Plains is no exception... Our mythical beast is fearsome and ruthless. it eats the souls of our young and breaks the dreams of everyone else. In fact, his office smells of dying children and broken dreams. His office is the Hades of our small village, Hell on Earth... if you are unfortunate enough to be called in then you are dealing with a serious problem. This man/creature is Mr. Peterson... i would reference him to the Minotaur.
side note- this comes with the job that mr. peterson has chosen, not my personal feelings. Therefore, any lawsuits that might be filed against me for this blog are now rendered void.
These are some of the examples of PPHS described with ancient Roman and Greek descriptions.
I would like to point out that all descriptions and references were based mostly on occupation within the school, and not on personal opinion. Therefore, mr. peterson, if you read this, I apologize. No harm was intended.
Thank you, have a nice day.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Journal # 40 Decide process
When I need to make an important decision I have only one process that I know will help me make the most effective decision. This process is used by many famous people including Jesus and bill Gates. It is known as The Decide Process. DECIDE is an acronym. Allow me to explain.
D-Define the problem. This is an important stage because a clear solution cannot be drawn if the problem is not identified. Here is where the problem must be analyzed and it must be known what the problem is.
E- Explore Alternatives. What other solutions are there that can be used? that is why this stage is important, you must find out all possible routes to be taken.
C-Consider the Consequences. You will be accountable for te actions you take so you had better accepot the consequences.
I- This stands for "I forgot the next three letters so see Matthew Tomaw's blog if you want them...
D- im pretty sure this one doesn't mater either...
E-not imprtant.
This glorious process was taught to me by Professor Tadla during my freshmen health class. He taught it with the passion of a thunderstorm and with the dedication of a first chair violinist. He was like a magician touching each and every one of our hearts with a little bit of magic every day.
Here is an example of how effective this process really is.
You open the fridge because you want ice cream. However, you instantly hit a dilemma. there is chocolate and Vanilla... What do you do? most people would panic but i didn't because I'm not afraid to be a hero. I went with a bold strategy and chose vanilla. I came to my conclusion by using the decide process. My problem was that I didn't know which flavor to choose.
D-Define the problem. This is an important stage because a clear solution cannot be drawn if the problem is not identified. Here is where the problem must be analyzed and it must be known what the problem is.
E- Explore Alternatives. What other solutions are there that can be used? that is why this stage is important, you must find out all possible routes to be taken.
C-Consider the Consequences. You will be accountable for te actions you take so you had better accepot the consequences.
I- This stands for "I forgot the next three letters so see Matthew Tomaw's blog if you want them...
D- im pretty sure this one doesn't mater either...
E-not imprtant.
This glorious process was taught to me by Professor Tadla during my freshmen health class. He taught it with the passion of a thunderstorm and with the dedication of a first chair violinist. He was like a magician touching each and every one of our hearts with a little bit of magic every day.
Here is an example of how effective this process really is.
You open the fridge because you want ice cream. However, you instantly hit a dilemma. there is chocolate and Vanilla... What do you do? most people would panic but i didn't because I'm not afraid to be a hero. I went with a bold strategy and chose vanilla. I came to my conclusion by using the decide process. My problem was that I didn't know which flavor to choose.
This is not as much of a life or death situation but it is a simple example to show you how effective this process really is. It is important to analyze the consequences of the decisions you make so that you are prepared for the effects they will have.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Journal #39 Multi tasking
I feel that I am a decent multi-tasker. I would not say that I am a great multi tasker because I am easily distracted. I know that I do my best work when I am focused on one thing at a time and can finish everything faster that way. However, if I were forced to multi task I would not do as bad as alot of other people would. Most of my multitasking ability depends on what I am multi tasking on. If I am watching tv and doing homework than I fail miserably and accomplish very little because tv is much more entertaining. If I am doing math homework while im also doing other homework than I am ok because I am in my working mentality. Still, I don't want to brag and say that I am an exceptional multi tasker because that would be naive of me.
During speech class I often try and finish other homework assignments so that I can have less to do when I get home. However, this does not often work out because I need to be polite and listen while others are giving their presentations. This slows me down because I can only work in between speeches and their is almost no point in that because I am very distracted from my train of thought. It is nearly impossible for me to do any homework because almost all of it takes a great amount of concentration.
There are other times, when I am trying to type my blogs and the women that surround me try and flirt with me, also distract me and make it hard for me to think. I understand that it is not their fault but still, it would be much easier if I could have some time to do my work. If I were asked if I thought that I was a good multi tasker i would say yes, I am decent because I can hold my own when I need to. However, believe it or not, Im actually not an idiot and understand that multi tasking is dumb. My best work is brought out and i am at the peak of my effectivness when i am focusing on one thing at a time.
During speech class I often try and finish other homework assignments so that I can have less to do when I get home. However, this does not often work out because I need to be polite and listen while others are giving their presentations. This slows me down because I can only work in between speeches and their is almost no point in that because I am very distracted from my train of thought. It is nearly impossible for me to do any homework because almost all of it takes a great amount of concentration.
There are other times, when I am trying to type my blogs and the women that surround me try and flirt with me, also distract me and make it hard for me to think. I understand that it is not their fault but still, it would be much easier if I could have some time to do my work. If I were asked if I thought that I was a good multi tasker i would say yes, I am decent because I can hold my own when I need to. However, believe it or not, Im actually not an idiot and understand that multi tasking is dumb. My best work is brought out and i am at the peak of my effectivness when i am focusing on one thing at a time.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Journal #38 Valentines Day
valentines Day is a magical holiday filled with love and togetherness, but its history is a but of a mystery for many people. Most people think Valentines Day was created for love. However, it was not. This is the real story of Valentines Day and its creation.
Once upon a time there was a boy named Jace Vaninger and he was a legend. He was not afraid to be a hero and to him, most things were too easy. He liked a challenge. Anyway, the important thing is that he was a legend and again, he was not afraid to be a hero. Jace had a friend named Matthew tomaw and they were the best of homies. They destroyed everyone on the basketball court and when they entered three on three tournaments they didn't have a third man because they were too good. Jace was especially great and dropping three point shots, which the ladies loved him for. During one tournament, in the first round, Jace shot a half court shot and swished it. The referee blew his whistle and declared the game over, and matthew and also declared us the winners of te tournament.
The two heroes were eating lunch one day, wonderfully prepared by Matthew's mother Joyce Tomaw, who had a knack for creating miracles in the kitchen when Jace had an idea. He was tired of all the women that kept texting him and asking for rides in his '97 Chevy Malibu. I know this sounds crazy but Jace was getting tired of the constant bothering given to him by the women. He decided enough was enough when the lunch ladies got involved too... Back to the point, Jace's idea was that he would go for the girl he like the most and all the others would leave him alone. Simple in concept, yet elaborate in the details. It was a brilliant plan. So Jace walked up to the girl he liked and said, "I could sweet talk you and try and impress you, but why waste the time? we both know how this is going to end." She agreed that that was a great way to save time. I think it was the tuxedo I was wearing that helped win her over. In honor of my accomplishment they named that day, February 14, Jace Vaninger is not afraid to be a hero day. I changed it to Valentines day instead because Im not a braggart and I have enough accomplishments so I don't need a day specifically named after me. The end.
Once upon a time there was a boy named Jace Vaninger and he was a legend. He was not afraid to be a hero and to him, most things were too easy. He liked a challenge. Anyway, the important thing is that he was a legend and again, he was not afraid to be a hero. Jace had a friend named Matthew tomaw and they were the best of homies. They destroyed everyone on the basketball court and when they entered three on three tournaments they didn't have a third man because they were too good. Jace was especially great and dropping three point shots, which the ladies loved him for. During one tournament, in the first round, Jace shot a half court shot and swished it. The referee blew his whistle and declared the game over, and matthew and also declared us the winners of te tournament.
The two heroes were eating lunch one day, wonderfully prepared by Matthew's mother Joyce Tomaw, who had a knack for creating miracles in the kitchen when Jace had an idea. He was tired of all the women that kept texting him and asking for rides in his '97 Chevy Malibu. I know this sounds crazy but Jace was getting tired of the constant bothering given to him by the women. He decided enough was enough when the lunch ladies got involved too... Back to the point, Jace's idea was that he would go for the girl he like the most and all the others would leave him alone. Simple in concept, yet elaborate in the details. It was a brilliant plan. So Jace walked up to the girl he liked and said, "I could sweet talk you and try and impress you, but why waste the time? we both know how this is going to end." She agreed that that was a great way to save time. I think it was the tuxedo I was wearing that helped win her over. In honor of my accomplishment they named that day, February 14, Jace Vaninger is not afraid to be a hero day. I changed it to Valentines day instead because Im not a braggart and I have enough accomplishments so I don't need a day specifically named after me. The end.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Journal #37 My favorite meal
You can be sure that my favorite meal is the most delicious assortment of foods known to man. To start off, I need to have an excellent chef, clad in a white apron with intricate designs to fascinate the eye, to cook me chicken Alfredo with the creamiest of sauces. It has to be cooked to perfection with a touch of magic and a dash of love, no garlic... that's just nasty. However it does need to be topped with a spiraling pattern of Parmesan cheese and crushed red pepper, that's how a real man eats chicken Alfredo. Speaking of the chicken, it is preferable to me if it has been raised for nine years in the wild forests of Europe, and then hunted with a bow my a skilled marksman. If that cannot be arranged I will settle for store bought chicken, I'm easy going.
Next, there needs to be a lavishly decorated side of applesauce with cinnamon and other rich spices that are a delicacy to be indulged upon by mankind. There needs to be loaves upon loaves of magnificent bread. This bread needs to come from dough compiled from the most perfect yeast, coming from the valley of the kings, in Egypt. It cannot be too hot but it cannot be too cold. it must be perfect. No exceptions.
Now, lets get on to the necessities, I absolutely demand some peanut butter jelly sandwiches. The jelly needs to be extracted from the finest of sugars and wild berries, I prefer non-poisonous berries, but poisonous berries build character, and I'm not afraid to be a hero.
The peanut butter must be extracted from the most exquisite of Keebler elves' factories hidden deep within the a red wood Oak tree.
Now, lets get to the desert. I want ice cream. Straight up ice cream.
for a drink I want Dr. Pepper. Endless amounts of Dr. pepper, with a half bannana-half chocolate milk shake.
this is the best meal, if you don't agree, I will fight you.
Next, there needs to be a lavishly decorated side of applesauce with cinnamon and other rich spices that are a delicacy to be indulged upon by mankind. There needs to be loaves upon loaves of magnificent bread. This bread needs to come from dough compiled from the most perfect yeast, coming from the valley of the kings, in Egypt. It cannot be too hot but it cannot be too cold. it must be perfect. No exceptions.
Now, lets get on to the necessities, I absolutely demand some peanut butter jelly sandwiches. The jelly needs to be extracted from the finest of sugars and wild berries, I prefer non-poisonous berries, but poisonous berries build character, and I'm not afraid to be a hero.
The peanut butter must be extracted from the most exquisite of Keebler elves' factories hidden deep within the a red wood Oak tree.
Now, lets get to the desert. I want ice cream. Straight up ice cream.
for a drink I want Dr. Pepper. Endless amounts of Dr. pepper, with a half bannana-half chocolate milk shake.
this is the best meal, if you don't agree, I will fight you.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Journal #36 ACT preparation
The ACT is commonly portrayed as an important test. Don't get me wrong, it is important, but it is nothing to get upset about. This test measures your capabilities and as long as you work hard in school and try your best you will be fine. The score essentially goes away once you get into college and then graduate and start your career. So, in essence, there really is no point in getting worked up about this because doing your best is all you can do.
When I took the ACT back in December I was not afraid to be a hero. I woke up early so that i could shower and eat a hearty breakfast. I double, then triple checked my equipment (calculator, pencils, etc) and got into my car to drive to the designated rendezvous point, Matthew's house. I was nominated to drive us out there because we all decided my 97' Chevy malibu was the best car and would make us look like all-stars.
The test itself was tricky... The math and science ate me alive and im pretty sure its not passable for most people. The reading and English got torn up by me and i did very well on them.
There are many steps you can take to prepare for the ACT, including prep classes. I personally took classes with Jason Franklin. Together the two of us (and everyone else in the room) tackled math and science problems and it gave me the confidence I needed to not panic during the actual test. There are also ACT prep books available for students to use.
The most important thing to remember is to simply not panic. Worst comes to Worst, you can retake the test, so just keep a level head. When people panic they perform worse and don't score as high. If you walk into the testing area with confidence you are one step ahead of most people. When you go to take the test just remember, bring all your necessary pencils, calculators, etc. and just don't worry about it. Worrying about this test simply isn't worth your time.
When I took the ACT back in December I was not afraid to be a hero. I woke up early so that i could shower and eat a hearty breakfast. I double, then triple checked my equipment (calculator, pencils, etc) and got into my car to drive to the designated rendezvous point, Matthew's house. I was nominated to drive us out there because we all decided my 97' Chevy malibu was the best car and would make us look like all-stars.
The test itself was tricky... The math and science ate me alive and im pretty sure its not passable for most people. The reading and English got torn up by me and i did very well on them.
There are many steps you can take to prepare for the ACT, including prep classes. I personally took classes with Jason Franklin. Together the two of us (and everyone else in the room) tackled math and science problems and it gave me the confidence I needed to not panic during the actual test. There are also ACT prep books available for students to use.
The most important thing to remember is to simply not panic. Worst comes to Worst, you can retake the test, so just keep a level head. When people panic they perform worse and don't score as high. If you walk into the testing area with confidence you are one step ahead of most people. When you go to take the test just remember, bring all your necessary pencils, calculators, etc. and just don't worry about it. Worrying about this test simply isn't worth your time.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Journal #35 Square Deity
In this poem Whitman uses many of his common poem writing characteristics. He makes many references to the bible and mythology. He mentions Greek gods such as heroes. THe first verse is being used to reference the old testament God, which is a vengeful God. The second verse references the New Testament God, which is a more forgiving God. This is in order to show that if you believe in the good God, you must also believe in the Devil as well. This shows both sides of the table so to speak, God is good on one side. The devil is evil on the other side. The Devil used to be an angel, but then was banished from Heaven by God for being disobedient. Whitman commonly enjoys messing with his readers and portraying both sides to a conflict or example. For instance, Im almost positive that he wrote this poem for the sole purpose that one day he knew i would have to analyse it... That is a problem for me because poetry is a bit of a weak point on my academic spear, which I use commonly in school, to ward off the foe that is school. Perhaps Whitman enjoys seeing me attempt to come up with something logical after reading his poem. But in all honesty I was able to comprehend the spanish story about the fox that played dead in the chicken coop more than this poem... I didn't even comprehend half of the words in that story either. Excellent... another nice job by me. Anyway, Whitman commonly portrays both sides of the spectrum in his poems. Such as how he described life and death as the planting of crops. Which was the life process, and then the harvesting process as death. In this case Whitman has references to both God and the Devil. Which takes me back to the Fox that played dead. The fox taught us a priceless lifer long lesson, that is, to tolerate that which we can bear, but if something is unbearable, then we need to banish it. WHitman, in essence, shows this same lesson. He could no longer bear having the devil in Heaven, so he banished him forever. A bold strategy if you ask me, because now they are enemies and the prospects for them becoming friends do not look good at all.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Journal #34 Ground Hog's Day
Every year on an early February morning, a groundhog named Nutters pops out from his hole in the ground. If he sees his shadow he becomes scared and crawls back into the comfort of Earth.
Likewise, a young boy by the name of Matthew Tomaw wakes up everyday to run and play outside. This particular Ground Hog's Day had a slight chance of rain so Matthew's mom refused to let him go outside without a scarf, hat, winter coat, sweatshirt, winter glove, snow boots, and wool socks, needless to say, she also made sure that he had his most important item, the water wings. He also had a thermos of warm milk and a metric ton of warm freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.
In case all of his primary safety features failed, he was also equipped with a helmet, knee pads, flashlight, and elbow pads. He also had a flashing safety light for when he walks across the street, he won't get hit by a car. Finally, the next most important item, is the tracking device embedded in is collar so that Joyce (his mother) always knows where he is.
This is where our adventure begins. matthew was finally allowed to go outside after being outfitted with the proper clothes, and when he recied the safety song to hi mother. he decided that he would walk to his best friend Jace's house. When he tried to cross the street unsupervised, he was shocked because he is not allowed to do this. You might think that matthew and i are around five years of age, but the truth of it is that we are seventeen... So I drove over to his house. His dog Lucy was running around the yard when a little ground hog popped his head out and saw his shadow. Lucy ran inside and Joyce saw that the animal had come within fifteen feet of our hous so she made us take a nap. She gave us some warm milk And cookies, but she slipped some anti-groundhog rabie pills into them. THE END
Likewise, a young boy by the name of Matthew Tomaw wakes up everyday to run and play outside. This particular Ground Hog's Day had a slight chance of rain so Matthew's mom refused to let him go outside without a scarf, hat, winter coat, sweatshirt, winter glove, snow boots, and wool socks, needless to say, she also made sure that he had his most important item, the water wings. He also had a thermos of warm milk and a metric ton of warm freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.
In case all of his primary safety features failed, he was also equipped with a helmet, knee pads, flashlight, and elbow pads. He also had a flashing safety light for when he walks across the street, he won't get hit by a car. Finally, the next most important item, is the tracking device embedded in is collar so that Joyce (his mother) always knows where he is.
This is where our adventure begins. matthew was finally allowed to go outside after being outfitted with the proper clothes, and when he recied the safety song to hi mother. he decided that he would walk to his best friend Jace's house. When he tried to cross the street unsupervised, he was shocked because he is not allowed to do this. You might think that matthew and i are around five years of age, but the truth of it is that we are seventeen... So I drove over to his house. His dog Lucy was running around the yard when a little ground hog popped his head out and saw his shadow. Lucy ran inside and Joyce saw that the animal had come within fifteen feet of our hous so she made us take a nap. She gave us some warm milk And cookies, but she slipped some anti-groundhog rabie pills into them. THE END
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Journal #33 reaction to whitman's Self
The author's article mentions how Walt Whitman is oftentimes egotistical in his writings. I can believe this because Whitman seems to make references to himself in many of his poems. The article also discusses how Whitman is inspired by true self, and not the kind of self that is unreliable or fake. True self is self that is the true meaning and character of a human being. Fake self is the kind of self that cannot be true or is not true. The author also describes how Whitman oftentimes has multiple personalities and style when it comes to his writings. He can be very egotistical in one piece of writing, and possibly more humble in the next. In some of his poems he compares life and death from a more death oriented perspective, and then in his next piece of literature, he may focus more on the life aspect. He even uses many religious examples and references from the bible often when he writes poems. I believe personally that religion is very important in defining self because religion helps to define a person's character. Character is very important in self because it is how you act and live. Religion aids in character because it effects how a person acts. Life and death are also very important in his writings. These he describes in many different forms, especially in his leaves of grass poems. In one poem titled, "As I Watch'd the Plowman Ploughing" he describes life and death through the raising and harvesting of crops. The planting of the crops represents the birth and life of a person. The harvesting of the crops represents the death of a person. The plants are ripped out of the ground, just as a persons soul is ripped out of their body when they die. Life and death are important in Self because they tie into religion and being true to your self. Religion factors into the way you live, and sometimes, the way you die and this helps to define a persons true self.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Journal # 32, war reporting
If I was a reporter reporting on a war and was in the trenches on the front lines I would most likely report to the best of my ability. I would be respectable to the troops. It seems like most news reporters never insult the troops directly but will still bash them when they get the chance. They even make it look like our soldiers are evil, and the enemy as good.
I would interview many of the troops to get the general mood of the soldiers. I would even allow them to tell their stories oe why they signed up to join the army. Then, I would follow them into combat and show the true side of the war i was reporting on. Yes, it would be brutal and most likely not appropriate for all audiences. It would show both sides of the war and get down to the very core of why the troops are fighting.
The majority of my filming would rotating between combat and interviewing the troops. Unlike major broadcasting networks such as cnn, I would not bias my information in order to go with popular support. I would make it as realistic as possible.
Being in the trenches would not be an easy thing for me to do because i am in the same danger as the troops. I would have to be as brave as possible, especially if I wanted to accomplish my work.
However, i am not trained for war like the troops would be and I would not be issued a weapon to defend myself with. Carrying around the camera and equipment with my crew would be an extra burden in a high tension zone where combat could begin any moment.
If combat was to begin I would not be able to hide from it. i would need to be brave and keep a cool head. Filming and reporting on the events taking place would be top priority. Hopefully my side would win but if not I would need to be ready for the worst. Showing fear would not be a good thing to do for morale. Without a weapon I would need to keep a level head and do what needs tobe done to accomplish my task and stay alive.
I would interview many of the troops to get the general mood of the soldiers. I would even allow them to tell their stories oe why they signed up to join the army. Then, I would follow them into combat and show the true side of the war i was reporting on. Yes, it would be brutal and most likely not appropriate for all audiences. It would show both sides of the war and get down to the very core of why the troops are fighting.
The majority of my filming would rotating between combat and interviewing the troops. Unlike major broadcasting networks such as cnn, I would not bias my information in order to go with popular support. I would make it as realistic as possible.
Being in the trenches would not be an easy thing for me to do because i am in the same danger as the troops. I would have to be as brave as possible, especially if I wanted to accomplish my work.
However, i am not trained for war like the troops would be and I would not be issued a weapon to defend myself with. Carrying around the camera and equipment with my crew would be an extra burden in a high tension zone where combat could begin any moment.
If combat was to begin I would not be able to hide from it. i would need to be brave and keep a cool head. Filming and reporting on the events taking place would be top priority. Hopefully my side would win but if not I would need to be ready for the worst. Showing fear would not be a good thing to do for morale. Without a weapon I would need to keep a level head and do what needs tobe done to accomplish my task and stay alive.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Journal #31 Persuading someone to do what I want
Whenever I need to have something done, but don't want to do it myself, I just lay on the the Jace Vaninger charm and whatever I need gets accomplished. You know, its really simple to persuade people. I like to lay on the personal, emotional, and logical appeal to my audience. This concept was invented by Aristotle (Maybe it was Socrates???), and then magnificently re-taught to students by Mr. Langley.
One time I was hungry so I yelled for my mom and told her to make me some. She did, and it was tasty. I didn't want to get up because I was watching TV and the sun was shining just right on the couch so I was about to take a nap.
Every week I make my little brother bring the trash cans and recycle bins down. Not to sound lazy but this is simply because i don't want to do it. I have enough responsibility while he has none, so whenever i can i place it on other people.
This event has happened recently to me. It was today, Friday january 15, 2010. I sit by all girls and usually when the estrogen levels get to high I get tired of listening to their strange stories i move over by my friend Matthew. Well, Mr. Langley was not here today and the antagonist of this scary event was naturally taking advantage of the lack of authority present in the room. Bless our sub's heart, she tried her bets, she just wasn't prepared for what was happening.
It was now my time to move away from the rowdy females (mostly buchman). However, Hallie (the antagonist) took this moment to strike. She took the seat next to matthew and cut me off. She then began to violate Matthew with verbal attacks and quizzical glances. I was not about to back down because I had no where else to go, I could not go back, because Buchman was still there, and things were getting out of control. I was especially not going to back down to a woman. I decided to stand my ground, and approached with my skills in talking to a hostile audience. I came in peace and tried to work it out, but she would not have anything to do with being nice.
She hit me several times with sharp weapons that she had concealed in her over sized purse, which was clearly a violation of the purse standard. Fortunately, I am a ninja and was able to fight her off. rendering her attacks useless. When the combat was through, I initiated the three keys to a successful speech. I appealed to her emotions and and what little intelligence she had. This was ineffective so my last resort was the personal appeal, I like to call this, the Jace Vaninger charm. I'm not sure how but this wasn't 100% effective. It was only 99% effective.
I did not give up, I knew what Mr. Langley had taught me, to never back down, to never quit, and to trust in my heart. It worked! She left! But she was pissed off! Ill probably be hearing about this for a long time... not to mention the car ride home... I then took my seat and Matthew and i wrote this blogg side by side, makeing them synonymous with each other.
As I sit here wondering what Hallie will do to get revenge, I cannot but smile at how Mr. Langley will be proud of me for upholding the law in his class. I am sure that he will award with some kind of medal and a promising amount of extra credit. This blog was based on true events, which may have been tweaked a bit...
One time I was hungry so I yelled for my mom and told her to make me some. She did, and it was tasty. I didn't want to get up because I was watching TV and the sun was shining just right on the couch so I was about to take a nap.
Every week I make my little brother bring the trash cans and recycle bins down. Not to sound lazy but this is simply because i don't want to do it. I have enough responsibility while he has none, so whenever i can i place it on other people.
This event has happened recently to me. It was today, Friday january 15, 2010. I sit by all girls and usually when the estrogen levels get to high I get tired of listening to their strange stories i move over by my friend Matthew. Well, Mr. Langley was not here today and the antagonist of this scary event was naturally taking advantage of the lack of authority present in the room. Bless our sub's heart, she tried her bets, she just wasn't prepared for what was happening.
It was now my time to move away from the rowdy females (mostly buchman). However, Hallie (the antagonist) took this moment to strike. She took the seat next to matthew and cut me off. She then began to violate Matthew with verbal attacks and quizzical glances. I was not about to back down because I had no where else to go, I could not go back, because Buchman was still there, and things were getting out of control. I was especially not going to back down to a woman. I decided to stand my ground, and approached with my skills in talking to a hostile audience. I came in peace and tried to work it out, but she would not have anything to do with being nice.
She hit me several times with sharp weapons that she had concealed in her over sized purse, which was clearly a violation of the purse standard. Fortunately, I am a ninja and was able to fight her off. rendering her attacks useless. When the combat was through, I initiated the three keys to a successful speech. I appealed to her emotions and and what little intelligence she had. This was ineffective so my last resort was the personal appeal, I like to call this, the Jace Vaninger charm. I'm not sure how but this wasn't 100% effective. It was only 99% effective.
I did not give up, I knew what Mr. Langley had taught me, to never back down, to never quit, and to trust in my heart. It worked! She left! But she was pissed off! Ill probably be hearing about this for a long time... not to mention the car ride home... I then took my seat and Matthew and i wrote this blogg side by side, makeing them synonymous with each other.
As I sit here wondering what Hallie will do to get revenge, I cannot but smile at how Mr. Langley will be proud of me for upholding the law in his class. I am sure that he will award with some kind of medal and a promising amount of extra credit. This blog was based on true events, which may have been tweaked a bit...
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Journal #30 Finding Myself
Who am I? That is an excellent question. Yet, I have an excellent answer, for every excellent question. I am Jace Vaninger. Yes, that sounds right to me. indeed it does. jace vaninger is who I am. how do I know? Another excellent question... and I will counter with another answer. I know this because thats what it says on my birth certificate, my drivers license, and its what I have been called my entire life. Some people go through life only knowing their names, not who they really are. they put up fake personas and build walls to hide themselves from everyone else. This is because they are scared, or embarrassed to be themselves.
I'm not afraid. Nothing scares me. Here are some fast facts about me.
1. ive been called the Michaelangelo of my generation as an artist, inventor, and scholar.
2. im a perfet gentlemen.
3. I am notorious on Martlin luther king St. for my basketball skills.
These are just a few of the many descriptions of me.
Back to the point, I am Jace vaninger and iam not afraid to be a hero. i have lived a good life up to my seventeen years so far. Learning from my experiences hashelped me to develop into a better man, and im fast on my way to creating my own legend as an American hero. ive experienced many things in my seventeen years that most people will not experience in their whole lives.
I have danced with the wolves under the dark mid-night moon. Hunted fierce tigers and other beasts with the Native American tribesmen. I once sent time educating the youth of America in the ways of the world. Some might call me the best storyteller ever to have tread on earth's wonderful surface, this is proven by my excellent track record in speech class. Such as when I shook audiences with my powerful ghost story and Rattled the foundations of Farmingdale Elementary school with my interpretation of the Shoemaker and the Elves.
I could go on forever with my accomplishments but i have never been one to brag. You will find that I have many sides to me, this is because i am Jace Vaninger. Jace Vaninger will extend his hand in friendship, but if you become hostile, he will strike you down with a bolt of lightening. Always willing to lend a hand in assistance to anyone, unless he is sitting down and feels he is too tired to move.
I'm not afraid. Nothing scares me. Here are some fast facts about me.
1. ive been called the Michaelangelo of my generation as an artist, inventor, and scholar.
2. im a perfet gentlemen.
3. I am notorious on Martlin luther king St. for my basketball skills.
These are just a few of the many descriptions of me.
Back to the point, I am Jace vaninger and iam not afraid to be a hero. i have lived a good life up to my seventeen years so far. Learning from my experiences hashelped me to develop into a better man, and im fast on my way to creating my own legend as an American hero. ive experienced many things in my seventeen years that most people will not experience in their whole lives.
I have danced with the wolves under the dark mid-night moon. Hunted fierce tigers and other beasts with the Native American tribesmen. I once sent time educating the youth of America in the ways of the world. Some might call me the best storyteller ever to have tread on earth's wonderful surface, this is proven by my excellent track record in speech class. Such as when I shook audiences with my powerful ghost story and Rattled the foundations of Farmingdale Elementary school with my interpretation of the Shoemaker and the Elves.
I could go on forever with my accomplishments but i have never been one to brag. You will find that I have many sides to me, this is because i am Jace Vaninger. Jace Vaninger will extend his hand in friendship, but if you become hostile, he will strike you down with a bolt of lightening. Always willing to lend a hand in assistance to anyone, unless he is sitting down and feels he is too tired to move.
So, you asked me who I am. And hopefully I have helped clear that up with you.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Journal #29 tested by nature
nature is seen by many people as harmless and full of beauty. They do not understand that nature can be a powerful force to be reckoned with. It was a few years ago that this event happened, although I was fortunate enough to not have to take part in this. It is a tragic event that has scarred everyone there. We were playing kick the can at the craven's house because they have a large pasture perfect for hiding, and oddly enough, cougar breeding.
The game was kick the can. anyone fortunate enough to live in a neighborhood with plenty of kids their age has probably played this game at one point or another. It is an American classic. In fact, my grandpa told me that he used to play it when he was a kid. Our game was set up at David Craven's house and this seemingly harmless game was about to take an unfortunate twist.
The round had been going on for some time no, I recall that Blake Martin and my little brother were "it" and I had one goal, to hide from them. I was behind the cars, skillfully hidden like a ninja in the shadows. The jail was empty up to this point, Im guessing that because Blake was never very good at being "it," in fact, it was always somewhat of a joke when he was.
Out of nowhere, I heard a loud crash! people began extracting themselves from their hiding spots, I took my time as to not give away my position, caution is always best. We went to the back of the house and saw that the tree house had fallen from the tree. I was standing next to my good friend and colleague Matthew Tomaw. The two of us began to laugh and when everyone else arrived on the scene they too began laughing. Joe Craven, who arrived last, was speechless.
The laughter continued another ten seconds when we were shocked to see Andrew Tomaw crawl out from the wreckage. We were in dis-beliefe... Andrew lifted up another piece of debris and Cale George, another classmate of mine crawled out to safety. Both of them were ok, but as it turned out, it was Blake's fault (of course) the house fell.
Donald Craven, a legend among men, and former NBA superstar, did not notice the wreckage for another two weeks. Somehow, he and mrs craven had not heard the ear splitting crash of the destruction. So, when he noticed it had collapsed, Joe blamed it on one of the storms that had recently passed through the area. They bought it...
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Journal #28 Christmas Break
I enjoyed my Christmas Break more than I thought i would. It was perfect because i did not have much home work to do. mr. Scropos gave us alot of work but since it was only in one class it was ok. I blew it off to the last 3 or 4 days and then decided i should work... i did not finish but thats ok, I'll get to it eventually. The good news is i read "he Jungle' by Upton Sinclair in 4 days. i consider that an accomplishment because it took forever and it was 422 pages of depressing descriptions of a Lithuanian family of immigrants. I now have to type a five to seven page paper on it and the good news is i have over three pages done. I also read all of Chapter fifteen in our history book, which was on the Civil War. I got most of the packet for chapter fifteen done so I'm not too far behind. However, I could have capitalized on my two week break. Oh well.
I slept alot over my Christmas break. it felt wonderful to not have to get up at six thirty in the morning to go to school. Nobody likes to do that... especially not me. So, instead, I went to bed at two every morning and woke up around noon. My car also broke down on me one day while I was driving home. I was just returning from running a few errands and was on the home stretch of my journey. I had just passed the intersection of old bradfordton road and Old jacksonville road traveling down old jack. My steering locked up and since it was snowy and icy I felt for a moment that I was going to die. Well, I almost did die but was able to force the wheel to a hard left. Luckily for me there were no cars in the other lane, but there was a big semi driving behind me probably wondering what I was planning. I didn't have many options so I kinda just forced the wheel straight again and accelerated a tad bit to get me near frey subdivision which acted as my safe haven for the time being. Fortunately for me I am not dead... and now my car is fixed.
I slept alot over my Christmas break. it felt wonderful to not have to get up at six thirty in the morning to go to school. Nobody likes to do that... especially not me. So, instead, I went to bed at two every morning and woke up around noon. My car also broke down on me one day while I was driving home. I was just returning from running a few errands and was on the home stretch of my journey. I had just passed the intersection of old bradfordton road and Old jacksonville road traveling down old jack. My steering locked up and since it was snowy and icy I felt for a moment that I was going to die. Well, I almost did die but was able to force the wheel to a hard left. Luckily for me there were no cars in the other lane, but there was a big semi driving behind me probably wondering what I was planning. I didn't have many options so I kinda just forced the wheel straight again and accelerated a tad bit to get me near frey subdivision which acted as my safe haven for the time being. Fortunately for me I am not dead... and now my car is fixed.
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