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.
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Monday, December 8, 2014
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.
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.
Thursday, December 4, 2014
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.
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