While interpreting this picture, it spoke to me in many different ways. For one, the shadowing explains to me that it is more jolly in the front while it gets more dark or more thugly the further down the street.  The night sky show the ending of one day in this city and the start of a new day coming up the horizon.  I am able to pick this out because the bricks are more lit up closer to me showing the sun coming up.  The people to me show a family dinner about to start and a wonderful night of laughter.  The lights in the stores show them opening up to new customers and a wealthy day ahead.  The way the building designs are shown make me think that this is based around the 1800's.  Also, the water in the street tells me that it rained recently with a stormy night just passing.

The Farewell of Telemachus and Eucharis

          Analyzing the scene before me, I realized the artist's intention of a dimly lit cavern to contrast the various shades of red and blue. Their apparel significantly differs in comparison to their pale skin. While the man's cerulean tunic is slipping away from his build, it's noted he is holding a battle spear, preferably departing for his far more important duties and indicating this moment was ages ago. Eucharis rests her head in reluctant agreement on Telemachus' bare shoulder and wraps her arms around his neck to confirm her goodbye. As he lays his palm on her mid-thigh, signaling the time to leave, his goat is more so willing to go when it is unable to lift it's gaze from anticipation towards the Greek figure before him. The setting could confirm that this location functions as a hideout where the two lovers can say their farewells away from any commotion possibly happening outside.

Artwork.

This unnamed painting is not famous but i think it says a lot. At a quick glance you see a bundle of different colors surrounding the lamp post. You will also notice the setting is at night on an abandoned street. It looks as if earlier it had been raining. To me this painting interprets many different feelings and emotions. It makes you feel happy and lost all at once. Happy, because of all the joyous colors and lights surrounding the street. Yet it also makes you feel lost because this street has absolutely nobody roaming around and no one is there. I believe this artist wanted you to interpret your own feelings toward this painting because  he/she did not try to make a specific point. They painted how they felt and they wanted you to look at this painting and feel what you think this meant. To me it makes me feel independent and it makes me want to smile. This is because it gives you the feeling as if you were lost, but knew where you were going.

A Holiday at Mentone

This piece of artwork named "A Holiday at Mentone" by Charles Conder is a very subtle and calming sight. I was intrigued at how this artist used bright yet soft colors to create an interesting theme that needs close attention to interpret. While quickly scanning this and not paying much care to smaller details, you can easily identify three main things on this image- a woman reading, a man in a white suit strolling, and that the scene is a beach. But when your eyes start to absorb this artwork like a sponge would absorb water, you will notice a man, seemingly dead or unconscious, lying on the pearly white sand. It is only known by the artist what was meant by this, but we as the viewers can attempt to interpret what this symbolizes. To me, I think that the man in the white suit and black top hat had assaulted him over the woman reading. Possibly that woman had attracted both men and there was a quarrel over which man could take her heart. It seems though as if this woman is very oblivious to all that is going around her thought because the umbrella lying a bit into the distance, possibly by a gust of wind, appears to look like her belonging. The book she is reading has most likely taken her from reality and into it's pages. Going back to the two men, if you look closely enough, they are also wearing similar articles of clothing. This may show that they are related in some way or something along those lines. "A Holiday at Mentone" is, to me at least, a very challenging, and beautiful, piece to interpret.

Alexander in Babylon

    This picture's title is Alexander in Babylon . Scrutinizing this painting makes me think about how it represents Alexander's victory because, in the past, he conquered many lands with his elephantine sized army. One sign as to why I think he is celebrating victory is because of how everything in this painting is basking in gold sunlight and how the atmosphere is very joyous and high spirited.  Looking closely at the picture, I also noticed how it seems the women and children are waiting  for him to ride up into the gates of the palace and how the workers are bringing in gold and treasure, spoils I'm guessing from pillaging their opponents lands. I think they could also could be having a festival of sorts, for one of their many deities. Another time while perusing through this picture, my eyes fell on the figure dripping in gold on the chariot, and I thought that this could be the megalomaniac king, Alexander. On the elephant, could be one of his sons or an entertainer, demonstrating another, more compassionate side, of this stereo-typically brutal king . The men on horses around him I imagine would be either from his army promoting their victory or of the enemy, waving the flags of their new leader in victory, signifying the end of the old kings' reign.

"If you are going through hell, keep going" - Winston Churchill.

        This quote means that if your going through something bad, fight through it because you will come out a better person.  You shouldn't dwell in the bad things, instead look ahead to the future which is much brighter.     

You can always get through something if you think you can. If you don't think you can, you will not be able to.  You should always keep going and don't stay on the bad things in life.  It is much easier to stay and not fight your way through something, but in the end it all work out and you should drive through the bad parts.  You must confront your inner attacker to be at peace and get through to the other side.  This can relate to many people's lives.  If you are having a struggle never let it win, keep going and you will be a more successful person when you do. 

Experience

"A person who never made a mistake never tried anything new."

                             -Albert Einstein 

It shows that not one person is perfect and in order to get somewhere in life, you'll have to make mistakes down the road. Until you slip out of your 'personal bubble', you'll miss individual shots in life that you didn't in the least risked, not undergoing. Whether or not they be good or bad choices, it's about taking chances while not expecting anything and just doing it. They always teach a lesson, having you think twice, making you for the better. Confronting doubt is like facing your fear of heights, when you decide to take the leap, the out-come is completely worth it. A person would never know if they could have made the world's greatest discovery known to man kind, because he didn't attempt to. The worst possible feeling is that you had no intention of effort at all.

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"I can't tell you the key to success, but the key to failure is trying to please everyone."

           -Ed Sheeran

When I first read this quote, I instantly knew how this quote can easily relate to my life, as well as everyone else's in the world. It talks about how when trying to make everyone like you, your problems will probably only get worse from that point on. Most likely, not everyone in your life is going to like or be friendly to you. Some people will just not be like you and have the same interests. Even though I know from personal experience how hard it is to go on knowing someone doesn't like you, we all have to learn how to move on from that one person and focus on the people who accept us. Now, Ed Sheeran, if you didn't know, is a British singer. His music is loved by many, but not very enjoyable for others. Ed's career is an example of how this quote can be useful to remember in life. Getting into the music business, Ed knew that he can't please all listeners. Sheeran's music is very soft and gentle, but at the same time very emotional and meaningful. Obviously, people who listen to rock music won't really be playing this music when they are driving to work, getting ready in the morning, or, really, ever. He had to learn with not everyone loving his music and dealing with the haters. Ed embraced himself being different from everyone else and didn't change anything about himself. This is how we all should be-ourselves and only ourselves, no matter what anyone else says. And, as Sheeran says, trying to be someone you are not will most likely lead to failure.

Success

“The only true measure of success is the ratio between what we might have done and what we might have been on the one hand, and the thing we have made and the things we have made of ourselves on the other.”         -HG Wells

I think this quote is about what we do with the resources and materials we have and how the meaning of success is if we went down this other pathway how our lives would be if we chose different. We might contemplate our steps and choices. We may judge them good or bad but, we’re stuck with that choice. We can chose to acquiesce it or you can work your butt off trying to get something better. That is success. I feel this quote could also be about how there is no for sure way that you will ever find out what could have or might have come from the other choice you could have took. This quote could also been about success and how we shouldn't dwindle on the past but look to the present. Another way you could look at this quote is that a measure on success is not how high you climb but how many obstacles it takes to get there. But in order to get to it, you must first get failure. Then get the will, belief, and want to persist it.

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"That's always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone because they are pretty. It's like picking your breakfast cereals based on color instead of taste." -John Green To me this quote means so much, and is really good advice, especially being in middle school. To me this means that you shouldn't pick your friends, or the people who hang out with by the way they look. You should choose them by how they make you feel and if they make you a better person or not. John Green has some really amazing quotes, but this one spoke to me the most. I think this is great advice to everyone for several reasons. Kids now a days do this. Boys want to hang out with girls with the prettiest face, coolest clothes, and etc etc. Same with girls when it comes to boys. I believe people should start looking a little deeper than the surface. A pretty face is nothing without a good heart or personality. In conclusion, I believe people should look at the heart instead of the face or outside features.

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As Long As You Love Me

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Lately, I have been thinking about the tragic disaster known as Hurricane Sandy. Thinking about all the families and friends lost of thousands of people, I started to think about how easily a life can be lost. At any second of the day, anything can happen unexpectedly that can ruin a life or injure someone tremendously. During the unexpected turning point in history, many innocent people lost their lives and many lives on the people they love and will miss. It is very sad to understand that disasters can happen at any moment and can be completely unexpected. I think our community and country should try much harder to work to help the areas in need from previous tragic and tremendous disasters. After hearing about Hurricane Sandy, it made me realize that certain places can use much help from the more fortunate areas in the world when they are in need.

Being a person running for our country.

Over the last month or two all we could talk about is the election on the next President. There have been many debates and many persuasive commercials about who to vote for, for this country. But for me I have been feeling what is it like being a president and what it must feel like during the elections. The people running seem so nice and calm but they are probably crazy and are on a tight schedule. As I see the tv commercials and talk shows I see that they spend tons of money on these commercials. Being a runner for the government is probably a lot of work seeing that you have all these rules like years of age and years of being a citizen and having all that just to be part of our government for a short term. Also these people have a lot of stress on them. From the debates to talk shows they have to always be on there A game because they want the people to trust them and mostly like them. So during the election time they must be really stressed knowing they may or may not achieve the greatness to be part of our falling and needing help of a government. In the future I know I will not be a president or any part of our government because I dont want stress and feeling of some people like me and some people disgrace me. 

My Journey.

I have been abused, locked up, and even dropped too many times. But still I supported him, was a scribe and had even allowed myself to give moral support but that all changed one chilly winter day. That cold winter day is when. I was studying my commander's drawers when I saw billions and billions of broken utensils  They had all withered to an awful annihilation by being ruminated, snapped and even tossed on the ground. Horrified by what I saw, i decided to ditched my owner. I sneaked in a bus which I believed would take me far but instead, it only took me to the train station. I aborted a train which I thought would take me to the city of Chicago, and it did. After some time exploring the abandoned streets, I proved to myself that I prefer to live in a world with abuse than not having a home. Once again I started my journey home when a human took me under his wing. He took me home with him. He didn't abuse of me and kept me happy. I will live till my eraser is no more.  

2012 Presidential Election

My current event is on a major topic in America and especially recently, the 2012 Presidential Election. This event is definitely important because the citizens of the United States should vote for the person that they think will rule the country the right way. I think every citizen should participate in voting for this crucial decision, as long as they reach the age limit to vote. This event is publicized plenty, but I think it should be talked about more. I think that because it is definitely one of the most important decisions a country as a whole can make together. For somebody who does not understand politics and the making of a government, the election can make out as something that is misunderstood. I do not think the article showed any bias at all because the writer explained both sides of the election in detail without giving their own opinion.

http://www.cnbc.com/id/49702881

Hurricane sandy

The article about the current event is on the east coasts worst hurricane, hurricane Sandy. Hurricane Sandy is an important event because it destroyed many homes and lives in east coast. Sandy was an hurricane that hit the east coast and destroyed huge buildings, homes, neighborhoods, and even many lives. This event needs to be publicized because with people knowing what happened to the east, people can help those in need. The red cross is a main way to help those in need. This could be misunderstood by people thinking this hurricane isn't bad and didn't do alot of damage. This hurricane is a huge and one of the worst hurricanes in american history. This article wasn't biased because it had facts and pictures of the hurricane. Also the article is from a huge new station so it shouldn't have anything but the truth for the people who want to see the news.

http://www.cnn.com/2012/11/04/us/sandy-survivors-victims-narrative/index.html?hpt=us_c1

Could a hurricane possibly hit Southern California?

Many questions have been raised due to Hurricane Sandy and the destruction it has abandoned behind. The east coast regularly doesn't quire such a " welcoming" gift, so many people who populate in Southern California have been pondering: Could we potentially come in contact with such a " welcome" gift like Hurricane Sandy? Well, in the year 1997, there was a powerful hurricane name Hurricane Linda, and was located in the eastern Pacific Coast. Hurricane Sandy was forecast to strike Southern California, though it was forecast only briefly. Although if it did hit Southern California, scientists at the California Institute of Technology have figured out that it would only be a category three tropical depression. Many scientists at Cal Tech have said that if in fact Hurricane Sandy was stronger, it could have hammered Southern California., even though it dissipated in the ocean. Still, many scientists have studied that it would be very rare maybe a once in a life time for a hurricane or a tropical depression to hit. So all in all, a hurricane could in fact hit Southern California but it would be very strange for it to happen. I chose this specific subject because if a hurricane does hit, I would some how in some way try to help my mom and dad gather supplies.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hurricane_Linda_(1997)

Fish Cheeks

The minister's family left the house, looking confused and slightly disturbed still from my father's loud burp. I had experienced one of the most embarrassing dinners of my life. Slowly and quietly, I walked upstairs to my room. I laid on my bed for a few minutes until I heard a soft knock on my door. I looked up to see my mother walk in and say, "Well, wasn't that a delicious meal!". After I didn't answer her for about a minute, she started to notice that something was wrong. "Is there something wrong Amy?"

"Mother, why did you cook all those Chinese dishes for dinner tonight when you knew the minister's family was going to accompany us? I was so embarrassed", I answered her.

"What do you mean? I cooked your favorite dish and you barely even touched it", my mother sounded hurt, "Are you embarrassed about our Chinese culture?"

I did not know what to say to her. Obviously I was embarrassed, but hurting her feelings was the last thing I wanted to do to my mother. "Sometimes I just want to be an American girl."

"Amy, I know that but you are Chinese and I want you to be proud of that."

"I am very proud."

"I have something for you," my mother handed me a present behind her back that I didn't even notice she was holding. I opened it and saw a brown miniskirt; I loved it. I gave her a hug and realized that being an American girl sometimes is needed, but realizing how important my Chinese culture is is equally important.

Stop the sun

I had gone through things that you should never had to go through.  But if must know I wont hold it from just promise me one thing.  Never sign up for the army.  So we going through a rice patty when it started.  We had been taken by surprise and many were hit with the bullets of the enemy.  Then they brought in the mortars we finished us off.  But before he could he could continue.  His wife walked and was very angry with her son for askin his father and she had been with her husband for many years and has never told her but he told her son so she had felt betrayed by her husband and left the room.  The father then had become angry with his son and himself that he had been so thought less of how his wife would feel if she had found out.  Now he really did wish he could stop the sun because this would have never happened.

charles

When those words left her mouth of that there was no Charles I seemed so confused to why my own son didn't tell me the truth of his school year and how he felt about it and that he lied about himself.  In my mind I didn’t know why my son would create a fake kid to cover his true self at school.  While my mind is puzzled I reply "Really?"  As the teacher is wondering to why I asked her to why there is Charles when there isn’t I tell her about how my son lied about school and everything to me and my family she looks and me and explains, “ that how kids sometimes will do this to not make his/her own parents disappointed about them.”

            “I wonder why my son would create such a lie to his own mother” I reply

             She explains me to talk to him after the meeting and discuss why he would create a fake kid. While driving home I think about why Laurie would do this. When I pull into the home and walk in still with a shocked face my husband asks me what happens and explain to him about Laurie fake story telling about Charles. As I walk into the bedroom of Laurie I open the door and ask, “ Laurie, can we talk about Charles?”

 Laurie responds with a confused tone of “sure?”

I walk in and sit next to him and start talking. I try to get the truth out of him by various questions but he wont budge. Finally I ask, “Is Charles actually real?”

             He responds with “yes mom he is.”

With the lie still going on and tell him “ his parents never came to the meeting and that the teacher said there has never been a Charles in your grade?”           

            He looks at me and with the I’m in trouble look he spills the truth. He explains he never wanted to know the truth of himself and that he’s “sorry.”

 We talk for a long time and disciplines are intended and he tells me that he will never lie to me. I felt better of my sons and mine relationship and from then one we both would never lie to each other. 

" No, that is impossible,"  I told my son's instructor.
Enraged at how my own son had been so dishonest to me, I disappeared from the school and the teacher. I entered my black automobile and ignited the engine. It took me an eon to relax from the atrocious experience I recently had and later turned on the radio and listened to Beethoven. I didn't escape from the parking lot until an hour later because I pondered of what I was going to advise to Laurie and then I came up with a blueprint on how to sneak the truth out of him, I then began my journey home. I abandoned my black automobile in the repulsive garage I then penetrated through our glass front door.  " Laurie get down here at this moment, we need to talk," I bellowed as I entered my house. He accelerated down the wood stair case and met me in the front door.
" Whats wrong mother," he asked me.
" We need to talk about " Charles's" personality," I informed him. We then parked our bottoms he was across from me at the multi-colored living room, he waited for me to break the intolerable silence.
" Why did you lie to me?" I questioned him after a couple of minutes.
" 'Bout what mother?"
" About " Charles" Laurie. Why did you inform me that a boy named Charles did these horrific activities when you really performed them," I answered him.
" I didn't mislead you..."
" Laurie I verbalized with your teacher and she advised me that there isn't a boy named Charles in your seminar."
" Ohh....."
" You know what, I'm going to have regular communication with your teacher now and we'll collaborate a punishment. Perhaps extra homework."
Ok was all he said, and from then on, he never got into mischievousness, well not that I have any regard to.

This video is a lyric video of the Taylor Swift song called Ronan. I chose this video because it explains her feelings about a three year old child that passed away from cancer. He was loved much by his family and they experienced a large amount of heartbreak when he had died. After watching this video, it made me feel sad to know about a child dying at such a young age. It made me think about the many people in the world who are suffering from cancer or some other kinds of sicknesses, and it encouraged me to be grateful for the great life I have. Knowing that this might be a very emotional song for some people, I assume most viewers would be very sad and some grateful of what they have in life. This video definitely has the potential to go viral because it has a very                                    inspirational message that I'm sure many people would appreciate.

This video makes me feel sorry for the colonies
during this time period.  Its shows me that the colines were very unhappy with England.  It so how bad the colonies were treated and how they were not going to put up with it any more.  It shows people who were the people who lead and declared independence from England.  These people had put them selfs on the line for this act and could have been killed.  They are the people gave birth to the american way.  This so also gets stuck in your head because its so good and yet so true.  This song also shows people that it has great potential to go viral because its really good.  I predict that when people watch this they wont get it at first but they will like the music.  After the song is about a minute in they will really like this song.  At the end people will be laughing a bunch at this video.  So that is the video i saw this my history class at first and its amazing.

I chose this video for my reasons. This song makes me happy and knowing people and things will bring me down but with friends and family and knowing those people I can never be put down. Also that all you need are friends and most important family because without them you feel alone and have no place called home. without a home your life will never be the same. Home is a place where you are you and memories will live there forever. The same goes for a family. With a family you can get advice and learn your mistakes and with you family they will always be there no matter the case. So this song makes me feel lucky to have a family and to live every moment of my life because in life you need those things. To others it will motivate them to always care for there loved ones. I think this video will go viral because the writer one american idol and is a huge artist and the video is already viral as we speak.  After winning the show the author wrote this and it was a huge hit on the charts after being released to the public.

I chose this video for many different reason. One very important reason is that this was the first song I learned on the guitar, even though it wasn't very good. Also, when i heard this song, I couldn't stop listening to it. The reason i couldn't stop listening to it is because to me it just seemed like a good song and also the music was but together. The video makes me think of the old times when there was cowboys due to the area where they are. I believe the video won't go viral because it was made a while ago. Also, I like what it says. Well what it means anyways. I also chose this song because one of my best friend showed it to me. She later moved away and told me to always remember this song no matter what. And so this also brings me back memories and it makes me feel old knowing that I heard this song a long time ago.

My life right now smells of brand new perfume in a girls locker room. My life smells of this because perfume's scent is clean and refreshing. In a girls P.E. locker room, fresh-smelling perfume is constantly being shared with and is sprayed on different people to help them to continue to smell nice for the rest of the day. Perfume reminds me of my life because I am constantly meeting new people and am helping them every day. Also, the perfume does not always stay in the locker room; sometimes it is taken to many different places, just like I am and have many events and adventures in my busy life, as well. Lastly, perfume has a smell that is most commonly referred to as a nice scent, and that relates to my life because my life is great because it is full of meeting new people and helping people everyday.

my life as a scent

If you had to describe my type of smell you would get a smell of stress of a busy life. With the balance of school and dance my life is filled with a scent of stress. The reason for this type of smell is that school and dance overlap. With projects and homework and dance till about 9 everyday doesn't help my relaxation time. If I’m not in class trying to remember 7 dance routines per week I’m trying to finish projects or daily homework and on certain days read. With all this on my plate stress is always on my plate. Later in my life I feel my stress is rising and making my scent probably more noticeable. For some reason though I can actually get my homework and memorize many routines every week. I know my life is filled with stress but I tell work and myself I can finish hard on homework and memorize the weekly memorization of the dance for that week. 

If you where to describe my life right now,  you would say it would be of marathon runner.  The reason is that I have not had a break in life for quite some time now and I am always working hard to achieve my goal.  My goal though is multiple things though so even if I finish one I still have more to go.  Right  now in my life my goals are to pass 8th grade with flying colors and to receive my black belt in taekwondo.  I always set myself to high standerds because my parents have give me the tools.  My parents have supported me the entire way so I have to keep going.  I am not going for second place im going first place because that is were I achieve my goals.  Marathon runners don't get a break in their run and neither do I so I have push my self like nobody else.  This why I have the stench of a marathon runner which to me is a great smell.

If you were to characterize my life right now as a smell it would be described as the odor of a rose. My life, as for the moment,  is described as a flower because it is a fantastic odor. My life isn't fantastic but who's life is. There will always be ups and downs. People who appreciate you and people who would have wished that they have never met you. Though my life has more ups than downs. One would be that the band got accepted into Disneyland without paying due to their Preforming Arts program. Though is a downer that i prefer not to state. But either way because there is more good things that bad things, the good things over rule the bad ones.There is always going to be some stronger bad things that happen than others, same thing with good things. Therefore I consider myself to have the pleasant odor of the perfect rose.

It was christmas a few years ago and I was at my friends house for the day we were having a great time.  After a while of us playing video games we started to get on each others nervers.  My friend started to play a game he got that day but its was a one player video game so he started to ignore me.
This started to really tick me off because I didn't want somebody to put a video game ahead of me.  I told him to stop playing the game and to go back to playing games with me because he would always would have time to play the game but he only had today to spend with me.  After that we had goten in an argument and then we started doing our own things a little bit later.  This did not make my parents happy so we started to talk again and we worked it out by the end of the night.

It was around the holidays where my older brother josh and I were in deep trouble.  We were both excited and ready for Christmas and for the New Year. Though when Christmas comes along josh and I get into trouble by snooping around.  It was the month of December and weeks till we could open our precious gifts. Our parents would buy the items we wanted and would find places to hide the presents from us children. Every year us kids would make a long list and send it to our relatives and friends hoping they would at buy something we wanted off the list. But this year josh and I knew that we probably wouldn’t get the items we wanted because our family had a budget and we probably went over the budget a lot. Most items were not in the budget and were a lot over so we were thinking that we wouldn’t receive the items for that precious day. It was now at least two weeks till when my brother and I were watching  TV and we were talking when josh asked the question soon to get both of us in trouble. He asked me about how we probably weren’t receiving the gifts we wanted so he came up with a way to know. We snooped the whole house and found our gifts. We opened them carefully not knowing about how we were spoiling the whole purpose of a present.  We saw at least four or less presents that were on the list but some that we hated and questioned our parents purpose for it. It was the week of and we even called our relatives and anomalously asking our gifts asking them to splurge and that we were dying to have those things. The day of Christmas josh and I opened the gifts we knew and somehow my mom knew they were already opened seeing the torn tape and wrapper. She noticed how when like somehow knew which ones to open first and which ones to open last. When the relatives came one aunt threw us under the bus and told how we called all of them begging for an item of our choice. My mom was furious and told us that next year we would receive fewer gifts and that we were spoiled because there are kids that get nothing and we had stuff that was expensive and begging for it while those unfortunate kids begged for food. This made josh and me sad to feel that way that we had to apologize in front of everyone and had to promise never to do this again. From now on my brother and I stay away for gifts till it is time to open them because if we get caught my mom says we will have to give our favorite gift to  gift away.

A few months after my brother, Nick, had just turned 16 and after he had earned his license, my parents bought him a new car. Of course, he was ecstatic about it and all he wanted to do during the day was drive it around. However, after school my parents did not want him driving around to random places because that was the time when he should have been doing homework and studying for tests and quizzes. When I walked home from school one day, my brother and I were extremely and abnormally hungry. My mom was going to take a trip to the grocery store that evening, so there was almost no food in the refrigerator and pantry. We knew that my brother was not able to drive to us to a place to eat, because if our parents found out we would suffer the many consequences. However, we were so hungry that anything we looked at almost looked appetizing to eat. My brother and I decided that if we went somewhere to eat, our mom would never find out, because she was already out at a restaurant eating with her friend on her day off from work. Nick drove me to our favorite restaurant. We ordered our dishes and spotted our mom walking into the door. We panicked, but we decided the best thing to do was explain the situation to her. She grounded both of us for a week, but if we wouldn't have been honest with her, we probably would have been punished much worse.

During the days of Christmas, me and my sister were the most excited kids in the world. It had been just 7 days after my birthday and was happy that I was receiving more presents. Of course my sister was also very happy to get presents after 8 months of not receiving any presents. We awoke on night due to a weird noise near a tree. I knew mother was asleep, as well as my dad and my two sisters. So what I did, I turned on the lights in the kitchen. To my surprise, my mother was there putting something down. As I inched forward, I noticed that it was in the shape of a box. She got up and told me to turn off the lights. That day as my mother was at work, my dad was at work and my sister was cooking I told my sister Damaris what I had experienced that night. My sister explained to me that Santa Clause was able to look like someone else. So we decided that that night we would act like we were asleep and catch Santa. I had a big pillow case to catch Santa. So around midnight I heard again the noise and quickly but securely got out of bed Santa.I grabbed my pillow case and caught " Santa" . Then I heard a scream and quickly took of the pillow case from the person and to my surprise, it was my mother. My sister was awake and was laughing her lungs out at what I had done. My mom told us that we would deal with this in the morning. We woke up and talked my mother grounded both of us my sister because she knew I was gullible and grounded me because I knew better than to pay attention to her. Not only that but we didn't get presents that Christmas so me and my sister screamed in our mind as we saw our other 2 sibling unwrapping their presents.  

    

      There once was a purse, black as night, that desired its own individual to care for it.. The purse waited in the stores inventory of its clothing and other purses seeing plentiful of different people just walk passed her and not a glance the purse saw or seeing any interest in her on the others. It dreamed of a day when that astonishing person would come into the magnificent store only looking at her and would instantly purchase her and take her home. And that day came. On a bight and hot day the clerk opened the store and as usual did the normal routine. Cleaning, scrubbing, and anticipating the clerk awaited  customers to come into the store and bargain money for the newest paycheck. On the blazing hot day, there was a young teen looking for places to shop with her birthday money looked into the store and wanted to shop. She glanced over at the shining purse that was in the raze of the sun and became interested in looking at it. The purse knew she was looking at her and to took action and but on a smile and trying to look pretty for the teen. Smiling, and waving, the purse wanted her to purchase her. Sure enough the teen thought about purchasing and finally bought her. The purse was jumping in glee inside knowing that its dream day had come. The teen loved the purse and used it constantly. Receiving commentary on itself almost every day. The purse liked being popular and feeling affluent and admired. Over time of being used and feeling loved the day came of the teen to move on. The purse looked back and saw times of being used and seeing over time you get torn down. The purse was now older than it was when purchased and was noticing rips on her sides and on the straps but, with determination the purse tried to look as new as it used to be but it didn’t work the teen had seen the purse ripping and being torn it knew the purse had done its job. The purse knew it was about the time and saw that she had done her pursuit for the teen. The purse looked back into the past and remembered every single minute almost with the teen. Seeing tons of memorable memories. The purse smiled and laughed and wanted to wave said to herself goodbye. Both the purse and the teen will never forget there  moments together , never. 

The deck of cards was always very happy. People would always come to play with it.  Its favorite game was called mow.  It was so funny seeing everybody getting angry at the dealer because the  dealer cannot tell the rules to the players.  One game the cards did not like was where people had to slap the cards the in order to get more so they could win the game.  Something happened to the cards and the entire world that would change the cards lives forever.  When video games came along the kids who would used to play with cards would play video games.  This broke the cards heart.  They felt abandoned and angry.  Then something happened in the cards favor a group of guys found the cards they started playing with them.  From then on the guys where playing with the cards, they had gotten their friends hooked on the playing.  This made the cards feel happy again.

The pink brand new hairbrush sat on the same shelf in the beauty store for months. It had been hiding in the darkness of the shelf behind the newest and most advanced hairbrushes in the store. The brush had no idea as to what its job was to do; it had never been used by any person before. One day, as a small girl walked past the shelf, with long beautiful black hair, she quickly grabbed the brand new hairbrush. She ran to the cash register to purchase it. Seconds later, she ran to her mother's car and opened the packaged box to grasp this brush. The child ran the brush through her long, silky hair. The brush was in much confusion, but also felt this action was exciting. However, it was very concerned when there were strands of hair remaining in the holes in which the little girl used to brush her hair. When the child and her mother returned home, the small girl placed her precious hairbrush on the clean counter of the hallway bathroom. Every morning, day after day, the same girl used the hair brush to comb out her hair. The hairbrush also heard the many sounds of the hair blow dryer and the shower running every morning. It had gotten used to the same routine every day. However, one day one of the little girl's friends decided to use the brush to comb out her hair. The brush was not used to this, for this "new girl" had hair that was very short and had locks of curls. Soon later, the brush realized it was not the same girl as who had been using this brush for months now; it understood and carried on until the same small girl with long, silky hair returned and combed out her own hair. Throughout the next few months, the hairbrush had become very torn up, and the soft shades of paint had rubbed off from being in use everyday for almost a year. There were scratches on the back of the brush from sometimes being tossed onto the counter roughly. However, the same small, little girl with the silky black long hair continued to use this hairbrush for many years.

The little brown teddy bear awaits the arrival of his knew owner. Many children had gone over to him and buy him but their mother always said, " but son you have to many toys already why don't you play with one of those," and so they would always leave him. That was until a little girl who had never had a teddy bear looked right at his glassy black eyes and hugged him. She slowly let go and let her mother see it. Though he didn't understand anything because they spoke a different language from him. What he could understand was that he was getting a new home because the little girls face shone brighter than the light of the Sun. After paying for him, he was put in the backseat of a new Mercedes Benz with the little girl in the car seat next to him. The girl then pulled him out of the bag and talked to him though he didn't understand anything. After many weeks, the bear was able to understand this "new" language. He new when the girl needed a friend because she would brake open the door and start to weep. He then would climb down from where he was and consult the little girl. The next day was the first day of preschool, the little girl who had grown a couple of inches but was still very small. But when they stepped through those sliding doors, he saw a variety of kids, different color of the skin and eyes, different heights, and of course some slimmer than others. That night he was forgotten at the preschool and had not slept comfortably because he wasn't next to his owner but lying on the table which was also the cleaner one. The next day the little girl hadn't shown up and so the teachers put him in the lost and found. After not being claimed for months they finally shipped him to a child in Africa who never had a toy. To this day that teddy bear has been passed from generation to generation and is still happily living.

Its a hot day as you enter. Your feet feel the sand in between your toes. as you lay upon it you feel the hot raze upon you. now you feel warmth and happiness. In the distance you hear the waves. you now come near it and walk in it. You notice now your feet are more wet and the sand is damp. You reach the the water and smell the breeaze of the water. You see many other people joining you. You start to enjoy the waves giving you a rush and jolting you back and forth. After a bit you lay down on the sand. You notice that your feet feel werid and now are more sandy beacuse of the water. as thwe day goes On you dont stoip having fun. you play in the water and the sand. You never lose that happy smile. Finally before you leave you see the beutiful sunset. When you leave you will never forget this place again and probably come back very soon.

Standing in front of the Eiffel Tower made me feel like the smallest person on the planet. All around me there were hundreds of people standing in awe of this famous piece of architecture. I looked around and saw many camera flashes because everyone wanted to capture this moment. I could hear the loud screams of children running around and screaming. I could also hear the faraway voices of merchants selling small toy replicas of this building. I went inside and took the elevator to the top. When I got there, it seemed as if I was standing in the clouds. I could see the the entire city from that spot. Just standing near The Eiffel Tower was a dream come true.

The resort was elegant that it seemed to be like a mirage in the desert.  It seemed so unreal like a dream that you did not want to wake up from it.  It seemed so tall as if you where ant compared to it.  The structure made you feel worthless in size.  It was guarded by an army of palm trees that also made feel tiny in size.  Inside the resort was like a palace fit the highest of royalty.  The workers seemed as if they where your own personal helper that would cater to you to your every desire.  The pools where as blue and clear as the sky and the grass green soft as if you where in meadow.  The rooms where as if an artist had put them together.  The towels where as soft as a baby skin.  It was heaven on earth.

I watch the leaves being moved on the trees as the cool ocean breeze at my cousin's ranch kicks in. I also see him in the distance using his atv, and then on top of a big hill I see a mountain lion but turns its back on us and walks away. Further into the ranch you can see the huge trees of plums, apples, and pears. If you keep going you find corn stalks to many to count and not far there lies a group of avocado trees. The avocados ready to be picked by the workers.These fruits are water through a little irrigation system witch draws its water from a close river. Across from the ranch there is a beach. A beach so clean that you can see right through it. The ocean is so full of life. It has many sand crabs. On the horizon you see the fishing boats with men on them to catch today's catch.

Blog Journal 2

Honors 1^st Quarter Blog Journal

Writing Type: Narrative

Theme: People, Places, and Experiences

The blog journal will record your experiences, thoughts, responses, and written expressions of creativity. All entries must be a minimum of 150 words, creative, organized, thoughtful, complete, and inspired. Formal English writing is expected (i.e. no abbreviations, slang, etc.). You will be graded on participation, organization, completeness, creativity, and quality.

RULES

1. All Blog writing must be appropriate

Ø      Misuse of the Blog will result in administrative referral

Ø      Report any abuse to Mr. Young immediately

2. To be considered “on time” posts must be submitted by midnight Sunday each week.
3. You will only be able to “see” the posts of people within your group.
4. Plagiarism will NOT be tolerated.