#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.

#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.

#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.

#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.

#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.

#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.

#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.