Thursday, February 25, 2010
Meta Graph
As I was sitting at the hancock Emcc branch in ellsworth on the computer staring at the numerous pictures on the walls, that I assumed students at the school had taken, I wondered where I should start with my homework. And I also was thinking about how annoying my sister was and our latest fued we were in. Then I thought of the perfect essay to write for my online english class. I could write about a bad memory of my sister from my childhood and make her look terrible like the person she is!
Essay 1
I remember sitting down on that triangular seat of my new two wheel, no training wheels, bicycle, I had just gotten it for christmas. I was completely scared to death and held onto the the handle bars for dear life. My sister holding the bike steady, promised me that she would not let go at all. Well as we propelled forward slowly down the road she let go, and then I was on the ground before I could even protest to her.
When I first had gotten this bike I had so wanted badly for months I could not have been happier. My sister even seemed happy for me even thought she usually would be jealous of such a thing. Which in the beginning I didn't think to much of. Though I should have known it was something the was gonna benefit her in a way and not me. My sister was a very mean sister and was always picking on me and trying to get me in trouble when I was a kid.
Now when I got to show off my brand new bike to all my friends they were all so jealous! I felt like the coolest kid out of all of my friends. This also made me wonder why my sister was not jealous when all of my friends were. It simply did not add up. But still I did not let it get to me even though I wished she was jealous because everyone else seemed to be.
Now prior to this experience of me laying on the ground, knees and hands all skinned up from falling, my sister as I said, had promised not to let go. I wondered as I was laying there why I had trusted my sister on this matter. She had always been a tattle tail on me never wanted to help me or play with me. Why did I listen to her on this why? I should have know that my sister was eager to "help" me with my bike because she knew she would get to watch me fall to the ground.
As I got up and looked at her I saw the smile I recognized so much on my sister. This was the smile she got when I was in trouble or in pain due to something she had done to me. And then it all hit me why she hadn't been jealous when all of my friends had been why she had seemed happy for me to get the new bike. She was benefiting from it in her own way. That way being she was going to get to help me fall from my new beloved bike. What an evil sister I have. Though now that I know her intentions with me and my bike, I no longer let her be the teacher and I have gone to teaching myself how to ride this amazing bike.
When I first had gotten this bike I had so wanted badly for months I could not have been happier. My sister even seemed happy for me even thought she usually would be jealous of such a thing. Which in the beginning I didn't think to much of. Though I should have known it was something the was gonna benefit her in a way and not me. My sister was a very mean sister and was always picking on me and trying to get me in trouble when I was a kid.
Now when I got to show off my brand new bike to all my friends they were all so jealous! I felt like the coolest kid out of all of my friends. This also made me wonder why my sister was not jealous when all of my friends were. It simply did not add up. But still I did not let it get to me even though I wished she was jealous because everyone else seemed to be.
Now prior to this experience of me laying on the ground, knees and hands all skinned up from falling, my sister as I said, had promised not to let go. I wondered as I was laying there why I had trusted my sister on this matter. She had always been a tattle tail on me never wanted to help me or play with me. Why did I listen to her on this why? I should have know that my sister was eager to "help" me with my bike because she knew she would get to watch me fall to the ground.
As I got up and looked at her I saw the smile I recognized so much on my sister. This was the smile she got when I was in trouble or in pain due to something she had done to me. And then it all hit me why she hadn't been jealous when all of my friends had been why she had seemed happy for me to get the new bike. She was benefiting from it in her own way. That way being she was going to get to help me fall from my new beloved bike. What an evil sister I have. Though now that I know her intentions with me and my bike, I no longer let her be the teacher and I have gone to teaching myself how to ride this amazing bike.
Intro 2
So I did both of my cause essay intro's on the the intro 1 assignment I think? Did you want them both then or one then one now. Or do you want 2 more essay intros? I'm confused as always. :)
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
graf 8
I really like the first essay about valentines day. It was quite humorous and the intro paragraph caught my attention and egged me on to read more. I did notice that there was a spelling error too!
intro 1
1: I remember sitting down on that triangular seat of my new two wheel, no training wheels, bicycle, I had just gotten for christmas. I was completely scared to death and heald on the the handle bars for dear life. My sister holding the bike steady promised me that she would not let go at all. Well as we propelled forward slowly down the road she let go, and then I was on the ground before I could even protest to her.
2: Riding my first bike with training wheels in tact was one of my favorite things to do as a child. But as my friends rode with me on there two wheeled bikes I grew jealous. I wanted to be able to do what they were doing and not feel left out. So I asked my mother to get me a new bike with two wheels for christmas. Christmas morning there my new bike sat with a big red bow on it. I could not have been happier.
2: Riding my first bike with training wheels in tact was one of my favorite things to do as a child. But as my friends rode with me on there two wheeled bikes I grew jealous. I wanted to be able to do what they were doing and not feel left out. So I asked my mother to get me a new bike with two wheels for christmas. Christmas morning there my new bike sat with a big red bow on it. I could not have been happier.
isearch brainstorm
will i be able to find statistics i need . will i be able to maybe find groups that are working to stop this . are there groups targeting people that are doing it illegally or legally. could i join one of these groups. what states are roundups for slaughter even in which are legal which are not. is the president aware of whats going on with all of this. does he care if so. how could i possibly help these organizations or groups if there is some. will i be able to get all the information i need to raise awareness on this intellagably however thats spelled. stupid word!
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Person graf 7
People trying to be perfect really are the most annoying people on the earth. They belong on their own planet where they can all just live a perfect fake life together. Just like this one kid in one of my highschool classes who always got good grades and worshiped the teacher.
His name was matty and he always made the whole class look bad compared to his perfect self. It was ridiculous really the teacher treated him like a puppy dog always giving him treats. Needless to say he didn't have any friends but the teacher. One time he was the only one that got an A on one of our tests for that class, and he was quick to rub it in our faces.
I had finally had it with that kid and for a spokesperson in a way for my class I told him he was the only one who got an A because he had no social life and was trying to hard to be perfect for his only friend the teacher. The whole class erupted in laughter.
Now looking back I realize that was a really mean thing to say and if I could go back I would and apologize for what I said to him. But I suppose that is how life goes. Always wishing you could go back in time and fix things.
His name was matty and he always made the whole class look bad compared to his perfect self. It was ridiculous really the teacher treated him like a puppy dog always giving him treats. Needless to say he didn't have any friends but the teacher. One time he was the only one that got an A on one of our tests for that class, and he was quick to rub it in our faces.
I had finally had it with that kid and for a spokesperson in a way for my class I told him he was the only one who got an A because he had no social life and was trying to hard to be perfect for his only friend the teacher. The whole class erupted in laughter.
Now looking back I realize that was a really mean thing to say and if I could go back I would and apologize for what I said to him. But I suppose that is how life goes. Always wishing you could go back in time and fix things.
I search worksheet
I would like my topic to be on wild horses and how many are being killed still.
I would like to find out if its even legal in all states to round the mustangs up for slaughter.
Questions:
1: Is it legal to round up mustangs for slaughter.
2: If it is not legal are people still getting away with it.
3: Are people trying to ban it if it is legal in some states.
It connects to me because I love horses and maybe if I found out all this information I could maybe find a way to help. And also to draw awareness to the issue.
3 reasons why I like the topic
1: I have always been interested in this topic because I care about horses.
2: I had read some books on it in grammar school and I don't really remember anything about them.
3: I would like to raise some awareness on the issue if I could.
3 reasons why my life might change:
1: Well whatever I find might be heartbreaking or not.
2: I could see if there was any way that I could help.
3: I could start telling people about it with knowlegde and draw awarness to it.
I would like to find out if its even legal in all states to round the mustangs up for slaughter.
Questions:
1: Is it legal to round up mustangs for slaughter.
2: If it is not legal are people still getting away with it.
3: Are people trying to ban it if it is legal in some states.
It connects to me because I love horses and maybe if I found out all this information I could maybe find a way to help. And also to draw awareness to the issue.
3 reasons why I like the topic
1: I have always been interested in this topic because I care about horses.
2: I had read some books on it in grammar school and I don't really remember anything about them.
3: I would like to raise some awareness on the issue if I could.
3 reasons why my life might change:
1: Well whatever I find might be heartbreaking or not.
2: I could see if there was any way that I could help.
3: I could start telling people about it with knowlegde and draw awarness to it.
things graf #5
Whenever I was little I always had my favorite horse dolls that I would play with. My mother always thought it was so cute how I named each toy horse after a horse I was getting to ride in real life at the time.
Well if she only knew that while I played with these toy horses I was always working out a scenario on how I could steal the real horses. That way I could have my own horses.
I thought for sure I could keep my own horse in my basement, "why not?" Well I'm glad I never went through with it in real life. Or I probably wouldn't be writing this I'd probably still be in jail.
Well if she only knew that while I played with these toy horses I was always working out a scenario on how I could steal the real horses. That way I could have my own horses.
I thought for sure I could keep my own horse in my basement, "why not?" Well I'm glad I never went through with it in real life. Or I probably wouldn't be writing this I'd probably still be in jail.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Freestyle week #3
O.k. so I'm definitly mid meltdown, trying to figure out how to get to the assignment page again. Oh well I think I did all the right things from the hoganroad blog site. But im sure I missed something because that is just my luck. Oh and for some diary entries I guess I can go on a long rant about how my mom just died two days before christmas. And how just this last weekend we finished cleaning out her room. Well my sister who legit has mental issues says she has to run to her house and would be right back. So I proceed to get all the boxes that were going to her house and bring them outside so it'll make it easier to get into the car for her. Well she throws a box at me and says that I'm a terrible person for setting the stuff outside. And then leaves. Wow I just love how I always try to do the right thing and end up being considered the one in the wrong. I love my perfect life. NOT! On a lighter ending note at least I wont have to deal with her for a very long time hopefully never, because she said she never wanted to see me again. Ok and also you should know shes 30 and im 20, she needs to grow up and be responsible. Well have a nice day blog and John Goldfine!
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