Blogging has always been something that I was never really interested in. Giving people I don’t even know a window to my life seemed too personal to me. I like my privacy. However, in Mrs. Dunigan’s 4th period class we were required to blog, so I gave it a shot since I’m trying this whole graduating high school thing. I found that after blogging a few times it could be a great way to get things off your chest and express how you feel in general. I went from being unsure about it to actually liking it. I was excited to come to class on blog days.
Then came the fateful day when Mrs. Dunigan got me out of my second period English class because someone got upset about something on my blog. At first I was infuriated that I had to remove things off of my PERSONAL blog. It’s simple…if you’re offended by things I say then you have the choice whether or not you read them. What happened to freedom of speech? Schools need to quit trying to be dictatorships and have a go with democracy. I mean, if it’s a good enough system to run our COUNTRY with, then I think it can handle high school. As I thought about it more, my mood changed from angry to something else. It’ hard to describe, but I felt a little sad and alone. I no longer had a way to vent, I had to censor everything I wrote, blogging just wasn’t the same.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Beach 3/27/08
Got back from the beach this morning...we had a crazy stay, but somehow we managed to stay out of trouble. Hope everyone's break is going good.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Stick Man(3/19/08)
Stick man one and stick man two were in brutal combat. Fists were flying, bullets were being rapidly fired, swords were being swung! That's right...it was a fist, sword, gun fight. These stick men are hard core.
It all started when stick man one took stick man two's stick girlfriend out to lunch one day. Though it was innocent to stick man one and stick man two's girlfriend, it was not innocent to stick man two. When he passed stick McDonald's and saw them in there chowing down on some huge, grease drenched double stick cheeseburger's, he flipped. He ran in stick McDonald's, completely knocking over the stick man Ronald, and began shouting at stick man one and his stick grilfriend. "What is this?" stick man one angrily screamed, but before she could even get and explanation out, stick man one cut off his stick girlfriend. "No, I don't even want to hear it," he exclaimed. He then turned to stick man one with a look of contempt on his face. "The stick shipyard...be there at 1:00 tomorrow," he said, and without even waiting for an answer, he quickly turned and walked briskly out.
It was 12:58, the sun was high in the sky and beating down on stick man two's stick back. Sweat beaded on his forehead. Adrenaline coursed through his body as he anticipated the arrival of stick man one. He scanned the horizon for any sign of life, squinting his eyes against the harsh sun. He finally saw what he had been waiting for: The slim figure of stick man one slowly approaching. Now stick man two's adrenal gland was really pumping. His palms began to sweat, his legs began to shake, and his vision became blurred. All he could think about was stick man one gleefully sharing stick bugers with his girlfriend.
For no apparrent reason, stick man two suddenly snapped back to reality, as if by some sort of "spidey sense", and it was a good thing, because all at once...
TO BE CONTINUED.
It all started when stick man one took stick man two's stick girlfriend out to lunch one day. Though it was innocent to stick man one and stick man two's girlfriend, it was not innocent to stick man two. When he passed stick McDonald's and saw them in there chowing down on some huge, grease drenched double stick cheeseburger's, he flipped. He ran in stick McDonald's, completely knocking over the stick man Ronald, and began shouting at stick man one and his stick grilfriend. "What is this?" stick man one angrily screamed, but before she could even get and explanation out, stick man one cut off his stick girlfriend. "No, I don't even want to hear it," he exclaimed. He then turned to stick man one with a look of contempt on his face. "The stick shipyard...be there at 1:00 tomorrow," he said, and without even waiting for an answer, he quickly turned and walked briskly out.
It was 12:58, the sun was high in the sky and beating down on stick man two's stick back. Sweat beaded on his forehead. Adrenaline coursed through his body as he anticipated the arrival of stick man one. He scanned the horizon for any sign of life, squinting his eyes against the harsh sun. He finally saw what he had been waiting for: The slim figure of stick man one slowly approaching. Now stick man two's adrenal gland was really pumping. His palms began to sweat, his legs began to shake, and his vision became blurred. All he could think about was stick man one gleefully sharing stick bugers with his girlfriend.
For no apparrent reason, stick man two suddenly snapped back to reality, as if by some sort of "spidey sense", and it was a good thing, because all at once...
TO BE CONTINUED.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Monday, March 3, 2008
Homework 3/3/08
1. Evelyn becomes a "strong" woman, the source of her strength being the character Idgie.
2. The outer story is the story of Evelyn, Ed, their life, and their development as husband and wife. The main characters were Evelyn, Ed, and Ninny.
3. The inner story is the story of Idgie, Ruth, George, and Smokey, their relationship development and their maturation. The main characters were Idgie, Ruth, George, and Smokey.
4. It's ironic because the detective ate the evidence he was looking for.
5. My favorite vignette is where Idgie and the sheriff keep the KKK from killing George, cause I like George. He likes white people.
6. I owe you.
5. My favorite vignette is where Idgie and the sheriff keep the KKK from killing George, cause I like George. He likes white people.
6. I owe you.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Who I am
I want to make people laugh
I want to bring joy to people
Iwant to let loose every weekend
...and sometimes during the week
I want to be successful
I want to marry rich
...if I get married
I want to not get arrested
I want to get even
I want to bring joy to people
Iwant to let loose every weekend
...and sometimes during the week
I want to be successful
I want to marry rich
...if I get married
I want to not get arrested
I want to get even
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