Ten Copies

 If I had ten copies of myself for a day I would have them do many things. First, I would have about five of my clones (copies) study for my finals and each clone would have a different subject. That would include reading all the chapters we learned in each subject over again, making flash cards, and going over old tests to review the right answers. Next, I would have a clone go sky diving. I would rather my clone go sky diving because I would be too scared to actually do it and at the end of the day all of their memories would become mine. I would be able to remember sky diving without having to risk doing it. Then, I would have one of my clones attend school for me and do my homework so I could sleep in and not worry about doing work all day. Another one of my clones would do all my chores or favors my mom asked me to do around the house. Finally, the last two clones would pamper me all day. They would give me manicure, pedicures, facials, and cook for me when I get hungry. Having ten clones for a day would be overall good for me.

Extra Credit: A Stupid Text

I didn't mean to do it.
It was just a stupid text.
There weren't many cars
on the road.
It came out of nowhere.
How was I,
How could I,
I didn't know there was,
a little boy,
eight years old,
name was Thomas.
I'm sorry.
It was just a stupid text.
It read "lol".
That "lol" cost his life.
It cost his mothers' life.
It cost my sanity.
How can I live with,
I can't live with the guilt.
All of this over,
a stupid text.
I heard that the husband
goes to counseling now.
I broke a family.
That kid,that mother
didn't anything to,
deserve that.
All because of a stupid text.
All because I didn't think.
All because I am a killer.
All because I was selfish,
I am a killer now.

Journal #17

 High school can be considered the best of times, but the worst of times. High School can be considered the best of times because it's a time where you do not have responsibilities, a time when you are young, and you can be free to have fun with no worries. Also, it is a time where you learn about yourself and about things like who your real friends are.Some reasons why high school can be the worst times is the stress that can come from the exams and school work in high school. Plus, there is a lot of drama that happens during your high school years. Finally, it can be an uphill battle trying to get good grades so that you can get in a good college. There are many bad and good things in high school.

Journal 13

If I could have a personal assistant for a week I would choose William Shakespeare. I choose him because he is good at writing and English is my lowest grade at school. As an assistant I would want Shakespeare to do all of my English school work because we are learning different poems this quarter and that is what he is good at. Also, I would want him to do any of my English projects that I have been assigned. I feel that as him being a talented writer of poems that he would be a good at reading and inrepreting poems so, he could help me if I had any assignments assigned to me in that class. Plus, I would want to ask him questions about his work and reasons why he wrote certain things. I feel as if this would be a good opportunity to understand more about him and his work. Finally, I would want him to help me understand other poems that I have read and the meaning behind some of them. That's why William Shakespeare would be the person I would choose to be my personal assistant for the week.

Journal #9

 Some apps I think that should come standard on a magical smart phone is a cooking app, a homework app,a money giver app, and a transporter app. On my phone I will have an app that will magically cook me food of my choice when I need it. This will help me when I don't like my lunch food or when my mother doesn't cook for me. Also,I what I want to have on my magical smart phone is a homework helping app. Sometimes I get really frustrated and upset when I am trying to do my homework and I need someone there who can help with do my work so, I think this app would be really beneficial to me.Plus, it could help me when I am tight on time and need to get help with my homework fast. Next, I would have an app that can give me money whenever I need it. This would be really great for me when I need new items like clothes or want something to eat while I am out and don't have any money on me.Finally,there would be an app when I need a ride I just go on my app and click a button and magically a ride will appear at the place I am located at and take me home.Those apps would be on my magical smart phone if one existed.

Journal #4

 Some things that are comfortable or comforting to me are my bedroom, my family, my friends, and music. My bedroom is comfortable to me because it is a place that I can escape to in my house to chill, to get away from everyone else, and relax on a long day. My friends are my rock and I am comfortable around them because when life gets hard they're always there to listen and comfort me. My family are the people that I am most  comfortable around because they support me with whatever I do and love me unconditionally. Whenever I need something I know my family is going to try to help me get whatever I need. Music is another thing that is comfortable to me because when I am stressed it relaxes me or when I am sad it can make me happy. There are several things that are either comfortable or comforting to me.

I Am From

I Am From

I am from a place where streets are loud and busy.

A place where every thing is quite query.

A place that is rarely ever silent.

A place where there is sometimes lots of violence.

A place where people fight day by day on the streets.

A place where some have no home and nothing to eat.

Where I am from we hear the sound bang, bang

from the guns of gangs. 

Out on these streets sometimes you will hear the sound of fear. 

You can see children walking around

crying in tears.

Oh how I wish I was from a place of silence where nobody lived in fear. 

Where teens weren't dying of drug overdose

year after year. 

A place where everyone gets along 

and the sounds of sirens are not like songs. 

A place where everyone has a home and food to eat.

A place where people don't have to think that their home is the street.

I am from a place that I wish could be tame. But for now everything will just have to remain the same.

   It all started one day at the decoration store where I lived ever since I could remember. I has hanging on the wall next to my new friends Zeke and Paula. They were telling me about how cool the place looked and how they liked seeing all the different people that came in everyday. I was zoning out on the conversation because I was quite tired hearing what they were saying. I was a pinata and I wasn't quite sure what would happen when I was finally picked. No one knew for sure what would happen, but I knew it was something bad because no one who had left the store ever came back. I was sad and lately I was very temperamental and my new friends began to notice. I knew in my heart that pretty soon my time would come and I would have to face the inevitable. On that sunny day a little girl with brown pig tails came up to me and pointed. She was with her mother and the girl was all excited. She was yelling that I was the one and that I was perfect. I knew from then on that it was my time. Several days later I was strung up in the back yard and there were several children around. It looked as if a celebration was going on. I was hot and the sun was beating down on me. I couldn't have felt anymore miserable for I didn't know what was to become of me. That's when I noticed a group of children that began to walk by me looking at me with excitement. The little girl from the store was blind folded and had a bat placed in her hands. Oh no! I knew what was going to happen to me and I didn't know what to do because I was trapped. I began to be lowered and I felt like crying as the girl prepared to swing the bat at me. The little girl swung the bat. Whack! I felt a sharp pain and everything became dark. THE END

Journal #13

If I had to choose to spend the rest of my life as any type of ancient warriors I would choose to be a Spartan. I think I would want to be a Spartan because Spartans are the toughest of the tough. Ever since I watched the movie 300 I admire the skills they have and the their brutality. I find them to be very strong people and I would want to be just as strong as them. I think my everyday life as a Spartan would consist of training to be better physically fit and stronger than everyone else around me. I think everyone would try to prove that they are the better skilled warrior, so life would involve constant fighting. At first I believe that I would enjoy this lifestyle, but soon tire of the constant fighting. Even so I believe I would still choose to be a Spartan over all the other warriors.

: She was sure this is where she had left him"

Susan began her day like any other day school, basketball, and home. Little did Susan know this would not be an ordinary day? When Susan came home from basketball she took a shower and went to the kitchen to find her some food for diner. Her mother was working a late shift at the hospital and wouldn't be home until she was sleeping. While Susan warmed up her food she heard a noise outside her door that sounded like metal being rubbed against another piece of metal. What was that noise? Susan thought. Curious Susan decided to go outside and look to see if anything was there. Susan stepped outside and found nothing. Hmm that’s odd Susan thought. That's when she heard the microwave going off inside and was reminded that her food was ready.

Opening the door Susan went to go inwhen out of nowhere she was grabbed from behind. The person had grabbed her arms tightly and wouldn't let go Struggling with her attacker was useless for whoever grabbed her was strong, but she couldn't give up for she feared her life was in danger. Susan kicked, shoved, and swung at the air. Her attacker had managed to get Susan's arms behind her back and tied. Susan knew it wouldn't be long until the attacker had completely subdued her. Putting all her might she had managed to kick her attacker in the stomach right where she was aiming for. She thought she could buy enough time to run and try to get away from them and to safety. The attacker crumbled to the floor crying out in pain. Susan took that moment to sprint into the house and managed to close and lock the door with her hands tied behind her back. She grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter and cut the rope off her hands freeing them. Scared Susan went to go to the phone was when she noticed someone coming through the back door. In her moments of terror she realized she forgot to lock the back door.  

Susan ran outside and went straight to the woods that surrounded her house knowing she had no neighbors and the only place around for miles was nothing but woods. Susan ran faster than she ever thought possible crying and wheezing along the way. After running for quite some time she realized her attacker wasn't pursuing her. She stopped running and felt an eerie calm settle over the woods. That was when a male went shooting out of the bushes lunging toward her and in his hand he carried a knife. She knew that if she wanted to survive that she would have to kill him and resolve came upon her. Her and her attacker began wrestling and she managed to pry the knife away from him. Using all the force she could muster she took the knife and plunged it into his heart. He dropped to the forest ground and soon he was dead. Susan was scared and didn't know what to do so, she dug for an hour and put the man’s body in the ground and covered him up with dirt.

          Several days had paced since the incident and Susan had told no one. She barely had gotten any sleep for she feared her attacker would come back to life and come for her. One dreadful night as she lay in her bed trying to sleep she stood up having enough. She would have to see where she buried the attacker’s body for closure. She grabbed a flashlight and put on her sandals and headed into the forest in the dead of night. Susan came across the place she had buried the attacker and she seen that there was an empty hole. She was sure this is where she had left him. Frightened she looked around adrenaline racing through her veins. She heard an eerie sound that sounded like metal being rubbed against metal.

The End

Journal # 7: 3 things on my bucket list

 

The 3 things I want to do before I die are to travel out of the country, go on a reality show, and go to a Chris Brown concert. I want to go out of the country because I want to see the how other people live in different part in the world. Also, it would be very interesting to me and it would be something to do that is out of my comfort zone. The likeliness of me visiting a place out of the country is high because for a graduation present my aunt is going to take me out of the country. Next, I want to go on the show called Love and Hip Hop: Atlanta. I want to go on this show because I want meet all the celebrities on the show and to have a life changing experience. The possibility of me going on the show is very slim because they don't tend to let fans on the show and I am not famous enough to be on the show on my own. Lastly, I want to go to a Chris Brown concert because I love his music and I really want to see him perform live and in person. There is a pretty good possibility that I will see him in concert because I am saving up my money to see him and I plan on going to the nearest concert to see him.

 

My Number 1 Rule

 The number one rule I think everyone should follow no matter what is having good hygiene. Taking good care of your hygiene is important for many reasons. First, when you have good hygiene your being courteous of others because showering, brushing your teeth, etc allows you to smell pleasant, and the people around you don't have to smell unpleasant body odor. Also, when you have good hygiene you tend to look more presentable. This will create a better look for yourself overall. Some possible consequences of you not keeping up on your hygiene is people talking about you, others might not want to be around you because people might think you're dirty, and etc. Even if you're someone who has great equanimity  and can deal with people talking about you should always have good hygiene.An example, of you not having good hygiene is not brushing teeth. As a result, you can develop health problems in the long run like gingivitis. Gingivitis can cause cavities,swollen gums, discolored teeth, bone loss, and bad breath. Finally, being clean can make you feel more confident and happier in situations. As you can see, having good hygiene is important  for many reasons.