My Paragraph(s) by Stephanie Johnson

Sorry it's a little bit late, but here's my blog post!

The reason why I chose the picture with all of the pioneers working together was because I could relate it so closely with my own heritage. My great-great-grandfather had so much adversity in his life while traveling around the United States of America. He had to overcome many trials, and losses.

Hope you like it!

Pippin

Pippin is my family's male wheaten terrier. He is about eight years old.

This is the official Disclaimer of Silence by Jasmine Crespo. Moved by Marisa B.

Jasmine Crespo, being frustrated with the antics of Peter Rosen and Steven Pappas (mostly Peter Rosen), has employed a new tactic of silence. This tactic was chosen because according to Peter Rosen, Jasmine Crespo was being “whiny and annoying for 3 weeks.” Jasmine Crespo, fully acting on the advice not to beg (since she has been for 6 months) to find out what the “Classified Information” is. After reviewing this statement thoroughly, those being ignored shall be referred to as the “shunned”. All of those contained in the “shunned” party are anyone that knows of the classified information directly. Even though Jasmine Crespo has been reassured she knows the “Classified Information”, she just needs to piece it together, it has caused frustration and headaches to her. Henceforth, Jasmine Crespo shall not talk to any people privy to the “Classified Information” until she knows, in clear Laman’s terms, what the classified information is. As Jasmine Crespo has a very hard time ignoring her friends. She has granted in the “shunning” a leave. The leaves are 20 tickets that allow her one phrase of dialogue between the “shunned” and herself. These tickets are limited and will not be replenished until the end of the duration of the “shunning”. Also as a clause, if Jasmine Crespo slips, up, the “shunned” may ask for a ticket. The other clause is that if Jasmine Crespo runs out of the tickets, the “shunning” is revoked only to the person that receives/ takes the final ticket. Jasmine Crespo may not talk to the “shunned” directly. She may talk to inanimate objects or to other people. She can hear the shunned but cannot respond VERBALLY. Notes and written text are accepted only upon grade or death necessity. Texting applies only on weekdays. The duration of this shunning depends on the behavior and responsiveness of the recipients. The second Jasmine Crespo knows the “Classified Information” clearly, the “shunning” will cease.

Jasmine Crespo

You Have a Problem

Hello and welcome. I have returned from my secret mission in Tokyo, and it was a complete failure. The place I went to search was completely deserted. In another part of the city, we did find some 9th grade members, but we did not catch them. We have not uncovered anymore sinister plots, so I will talk about the snowball fight the SSS and anti-SSS fought. Well, we thought that the SSS was going to try and trap everyone who went to the snowball fight, so we sent in one of our members with our catapults to try and draw out the SSS. Apparently the SSS had the same idea, and sent only one member as well. Well, there was a battle between penguin and kangaroo. The fight seemed pretty even, until the kangaroo pulled out a snow boomerang from his cooler. Well, unknowing to the kangaroo, the temperature was so cold that the boomerang froze. When he threw it, it hit the penguin and came back and hit him, and both had to be carried out on stretchers. The snowball fight was a tie, and... that is all I have for now. I hope you enjoyed and will see you next time

Aninimous

26 Ways to Fail

YES I KNOW IT'S LATE
Sorry but I DO have a life besides this blog... barely but it is still a life. Also, Allie the jellyfish was for this week. Again I have failed at finding my videos and pictures that are correct because do to a series of unfortunate events, my brother magically lost all the files. I have them backed up... somewhere... Oh well. So to day is the magical (yes magical I want to use that adjective)

J!

Jumping Jehoshaphat's! It's J!

to those of you who don't know, my inititals are JJC, which makes J and even more "Magical" letter. To see a lot of the nicknames, go to this link... or click on the giant J...... :)

Okay that was a pain because for some reason the archive won't pop up....
I am still having my pet competition. It has now been moved on to anything that is considered a pet, including Aninimous's pet rock. 1 picture is also necessary.
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ENTER MY RUBE GOLDBERG MACHINE CONTEST. RULES IN LINK BELOW.


http://honors9th.blogspot.com/2010/11/26-ways-to-fail_25.html


Also, sorry to Peter Rosen for not giving him his prize yet. I kinda deserved the fake punch I got today for it. Though getting smacked in the head was even better... I'll give it to you! Eventually... :) Maybe the smack did do something... all I remember is something about screwdrivers... slide grease.. seven o'clock in the morning.. guitars... ramming people's heads?? Wait that was Marisa.. I'll figure it out.

Aninimous is Anonymous if you haven't a-no-ti-nisted

Why am I alliterating A's?
>=D! Start capitalizing your I's or I'll poke your eyes out and you will be like this!
>%D or something like that....
Well seeing as it is so late and I still need to eat dinner... (long story)

HAPPY MONDAY!

Jasmine Crespo

Morla the Turtle (Jasmine's Dog/Pet Competition)

Yes I recognize the fact Morla is not a dog, she is in fact, a turtle. Morla is an undetermined age (6 months - 1 year?), is a Red-Eared Slider, and is an undetermined gender. I'm calling her a girl cause I want her to be a girl and that's what we originally assumed she was. I'll give a prize to the first person to tell me where the name is from (Jasmine you are not allowed to enter this time). Here is Morla!

Now that both Marisa and I have both posted our pets, THE REST OF YOU GET YOUR BUTTS MOVING AND POST!

Taylor Tomlinson

Battlefield Report

What they're back? Oh great, here we go again. Where is it? Where is it? Oh there it is!

IT IS TIME TO TAKE DOWN THESE ENEMIES ONCE AND FOR ALL. WELL, AT LEAST UNTIL NEXT TIME. CHARGE! FACE MY WRATH! CAPS LOCK! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH!

Peter Rosen

Battlefield Report

>=D, I come to the rescue. I ride with my valiant horse Snowfire, and my sword I did not na...(sounds of arrows flying). Ah really, did you have to shoot Snowfire! Now I have to charge into battle with my stupid sword, that has no name, well, I guess the sword, shield, flail, bow and arrows, 17 hidden daggers, and a pen (They say the pen is mightier that the sword, but is it mightier than the rest of my weapons?). Now I need to name everything. Hmm. Lets see, I can use Firebrander, Shadowblade, Sunblade, no that is Peter's (an arrow shoots off my hat). Ahh! I will fight you with my sword Nightfury!! (I don't have time right now to name the rest of them.) Charge!!! For >=D!! For Peter!! For the chance to name the rest of my weapons.

CHARGE!!!

Steven Pappas

Here we go again!

O no! They cought us unaware! They are back and my undead are nowhere to be found! Peter! I ride with you!

>:D

Abstract Energy-By Kylee Call

The picture I looked at wasn't really anything. It didn't have and extremely obvious purpose or idea. There were lots of colors and shapes. Randomly placed throughout the picture there wasn't neccisarily a huge idea that struck me. Some of the shapes looked like fish. The colors were all very bright. It gave off sort of a warning feeling. Nothing bad, nothing special, just interesting to look at.

Skyler Bennett

My 8th grade class was a very tough group fo me to talk to. I didn't know how to connect or relate to the class, because they seemed so different from me. I had no idea who they were, their interests, or even if they would judge what I had to say. In reality I did talk and then I felt more like the group. The only way I was able to talk to the class was the positive peer pressure from my close friends. My friends knew that I had interesting things to say to the class. I went from being absolutely terrified to talk in my class to being somewhat comfortable. I think that everyone would go through my expierence because it really made me break out of my close-knit shell little by little.

Creative Writing Paragraphs. *ABSENT*

In Fahrenheit 451 Montag has a tough audience. One experience when I have had a hard time writing because of my audience was at my sixth grade promotion. In my class everyone got to vote for two people to write a speech to present at the promotion. I, Zoe Brinton, got chosen. Just my luck. I was delighted to talk in front of a lot of people, I'm good at it. My only struggle was what to write about and who I should be talking to in the speech.

My teacher had only told us to write a two page speech. She never told us who we were specifically speaking to. Which is exactly what I needed. It took me days and days to finally get my talk together. It was very difficult for my to express myself without knowing who would be listening. I ended up doing great and my whole audience applauded.

Zoe Brinton.(:

Period 6

McCall Mash - Creative Writing Paragraph

She no longer had anything to fear. 85 years old; waiting to leave this place, and move on. Like a rose, she was done blooming. When she was young, death scared her. Just like it scares all youthful souls. But with age she gained a grace, that taught her to no longer fear. Life was good, she did all she felt she needed to do; and so she prepared to leave earth. Full of dignity and pride she accepted her future, and with joy she met it. And for us, she can teach a valuable lesson; to never fear.

Lucky 13

Um, well, I am stuck again. I really need to plan my topics. I will have to rant, and ranting is not good (No offense Jasmine, your rants are good, mine are not.). Let's see. I could talk about, I know, Christmas! Cue the jingle bells! Prepare the fake snow (or real, depending on the weather)! Bring me a a coat and hat and scarf and put a snowman in the background! Oh wait, am I still typing? Sorry, I will be back after a short break.

Welcome back to Lucky 13. I hope you enjoyed the quick break. As you can see, our topic for today is Christmas. Christmas is a wonderful time of year. It is very enjoyable. The best part about Christmas in my opinion is the music. I'm not talking about Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer or Jingle Bells. Those are fine and good, but personally I prefer songs more around the style of We Three Kings (especially the arrangement of it that I have done myself).

Now what else is there to like about Christmas? We must not forget that important commodity of chocolate. Chocolate is an indispensable part of Christmas. I would go on, but my sister wants to use the computer now. Until next time...

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Peter Rosen

You Have a Problem

Sorry this is going to be very small. I am leaving soon on a secret mission because I think that I found the location of Patrick Suanda. I am taking my jet to an undisclosed location *cough* Tokyo, Japan *cough*. I wish us all luck and a congratulations to Jasmine, who was yet again the only entrant of Peter's competition.

Aninimous.

P.S. I finally did lose the undead. They were eaten alive, or however you want to say it, by a bear.

26 Ways to Fail

It's THANKSGIVING!

Jasmine Crespo here from 26 Way to Fail reporting on this wonderful holiday

How is everyone's Thanksgiving so far? Good I hope.

*NOTE THIS POST HAS BEEN EDITED. :)

I is for INVENTIONS!

Yes inventions. As a lot of you know, inventions are very useful. Especially to Aninimous and >=D. Everyone knows what a Rube Goldeburg machine is correct? Okay. We ALL had fun with these machines in 8th grade so in the spirit of that I'm having another competition! (The previous competition is still going on until SOMEONE ELSE ENTERS) Here are the rules:

1. The machine has to have at least 13-26 pieces MINIMUM (Hey I just noticed... lucky 13 , 26 ways to fail.... 13x2=26.. yay! Wow.. that took forever. :) )

* It will be judged by these factors

-Use of winter theme

-How complicated it is

-HOW EARLY YOU ENTER!!!!!!

-IF YOU ENTER!!!

-If Aninimous is in there somewhere

If you didn't get tipped off by that last factor here is the ultimate theme for your machines:

WAYS TO TORTURE OR RUBE GOLDBERGNIZE ANINIMOUS

Here is the format for your entry:

(Title) {and} 26 Ways to Torture Aninimous

(Name)

(story of how you made the machine)

(How it tortures Aninimous)

(Why you should win)

VIDEO/ PICTURE

All entries due by January 3rd

YOU CAN BE IN TEAMS TOO! So have fun.

Jasmine Crespo

*You can borrow Aninimous (the penguin) and use him.
*(You might need his permission first)

Lucky 13

Ah yes. As my column runs on Wednesdays, I have successfully avoided the massive rush of people desperately trying to post for the assignment. Therefore it is now my privilege to address all those who are desperately commenting for the assignment. To get up to date, read the following special announcement:

http://honors9th.blogspot.com/2010/10/special-announcement.html

As a general rule, the popular posts, to the right, are the best. (Jasmine's Multiple Names is there because of the comments, not the post itself.) If you read the most popular post (I am honored to be the writer of it.) you will understand the rest of the article. (That article about indecision is what I consider to be my best article yet, by the way.)

Our winner is:

Jasmine Crespo, our only entrant (again)

Here is her story:

(I forgot to get commentary from her, so I will write some of my commentary)

YROTS GNIVIGSKNAHT
Jasmine Crespo
Once upon a time, in a land- not so far away there was a nerd. Now this nerd was happy. His name was Yrots Gnivigsknaht. ( Ya-ROT-s) (Ni-VE-gets-ka-hat) The kids in town used to taunt and tease him and so every day he ran home crying. His mother once told him that every Thanksgiving; a magical Turkey comes and grants one wish to the child with the most faith in him. “That sounds a lot like the Great Pumpkin on Charlie Brown Mom…” Yrots said “Shut up and eat your dinner Yrots.” His mother responded begrudgingly. So, even though his mother probably just said that to make him feel better, he still believed. The next month was then November and Yrots was ecstatic. He woke up to his Twilight calendar one day and discovered that it was the 26th! He jumped with joy and ran to the kitchen to tell his mother that it was thanksgiving. He found his mother and started relating to her what he was going to do this Thanksgiving Day. Then at the end of his outburst he asked his mom, “So what are we going to do today since it’s Thanksgiving?” his mom then burst into an uncontrollable laughter and said, “Son, did by chance look at your Twilight calendar from last year?” “Yes..” Yrots replied “Yrots,” his mother explained. “Thanksgiving is always the third Thursday of November. You were looking at last year’s calendar. Thanksgiving was yesterday honey.” Yrots stood in complete and utter shock, even though he was questioning why all his relatives had come over yesterday and he had passed out to a turkey coma. “Y-y- yesterday?” he stuttered. He then started screaming and ran out to the pumpkin patch outside. “WHY??” he screamed into the air. Just then a girl his age walked by him and shouted, “Because you’re an idiot!!” To end the story, Yrots waited until the next year when Thanksgiving was going to be on the 24th of November. And to his surprise, the Magical Turkey did exist, well at least the brand of turkey he ate at thanksgiving. The happy ending was his middle name was Bob and it took him a while to realize he could go by that instead and Bob lived happily ever after. The end.

Ah, another story about a poor nerd who falls into the clutches of a false reality. Poor Bob; his mother doesn't even realize that Thanksgiving is the fourth Thursday in November, not the third. She can't even count to four, and yet she is so devious to make her son believe in a magical turkey that doesn't exist. It seems the only person in this story with any sense at all is the observant girl who recognizes just exactly what Bob is.

I'm sorry if my review offends you Jasmine. It was a good story!

Peter Rosen

P.S. I am no longer stuck in Caps Lock.

This picture contains many very interesting things. They are all random and have nothing to do with each other. This is just like our lives. We do lots of different random things but in the end they make up our lives. Just like the random things made up the picture.

-Ammon Harris

Battlefield Report

WHY DO THEY KEEP ON COMING? I HAVE BEEN STUCK CHARGING (AND IN CAPS LOCK) FOR THE PAST 24 HOURS. IT IS EXHAUSTING. WELL, CHARGE! WHY HAS THAT FOOL >:D SENT HIS (OR HER) ZOMBIES AFTER ME ANYWAY? HE (OR SHE) IS ON MY SIDE AND IT TOOK 10 MINUTES TO TAKE THEM OUT.

ANYWAY,

CHARGE!

(AGAIN)

PETER ROSEN

(STUPID CAPS LOCK)

You Have a Problem

(Gasping for air.) Hello... and welcome.... to... You have... a... Problem... What... a sec... ... Whew. I saw >=D's post on how if we did not comment we would either be blown up or devoured by his undead horde. Well, I did not believe it, and did not post, and sure enough soon I have some undead on my hands. I ran for my life, because I did not want to be devoured. Well, for some reason these are not the slow kind of undead. These undead were pretty fast. It didn't help either that I had all of those doughnuts beforehand. Anyway I finally outran them and came back here. Now onto todays topic. For all of you that haven't read any of the columns and have no idea what is going on, go back and read:

You Have a Problem

Lucky 13

26 Ways to Fail

The Daily Brief

When we last left, we were trying to stop the kangaroos form launching the rocket. Well I have some bad news. We did sabotage that rocket, but, that was a decoy rocket, and as we did that, the real rocket shot off, and you could see the toasters flying towards it, like moths to a flame. Well, that is a loss, but, you can't win every battle. Anyway, in the holiday season, the SSS and (yes we have a stupid name, I know) the Anti-SSS, have decided to have a snowball fight. I mean protecting, or destroying the toast industry is hard work. Well, I will keep you informed if there are any more devious plot uncovered, and... Really! You have got to be kidding me! The undead found me again. Well last words before I run away again. Fight the SSS, eat toast, and run from undead.

Aninimous

The Landscape by Savannah Weaver

Dull browns, greens, and blue cover the landscape. The details blend together, adding a blurry surface to the portrait. There’s a path leading towards a wall of trees, heading nowhere and everywhere at once. A short wooden fence stands to the left. It sags. A lone cabin stands to the right, with nothing special to define it. Vast mountains stand in the background, caging in the valley where the portrait resides. All alone, in the middle of a utopia, the clearing holds no meaning at a first glance. Nothing special stands out. Then, the longer eyes stare at it, the colors become sharp and bright. A deeper meaning of the space begins to form in the mind, and at that moment the portrait becomes more than a portrait, but a symbol of something that can only be seen with an unclouded gaze.

Creative Writing

It was a camping scene, a long time ago in the old west. There were tents scatteredt all over the ground, inbetween trees, on tiny hills, in gullies, and many other landforms. There were people too, who were standing guard around the camp, like a war party. The group looked secretive, as if trying to surprise someone that did not even know they exsisted. They reminded me of a war party, passing through the country, to get at someone. This picture not only gave me all of that, but sparked a memory that turned into a fire of thoughts.

~Spencer Downs

Creative Writing - by Otdom Polson

My family is scarred with fear. It may be from the tragic war of Cambodia that my family was forced to endure, but now, in present day, my dad is afraid to express his feelings, my uncle can be very aggressive, and most likely all of my aunts and uncles are afraid to waste any food. Either way, everyone in my family has some form of fear instilled in them.

For the picture of a statue of Sacagawea by Cyrus Edwin Dallin, my group put it into the fear category. Sacagawea looked scared; her back was turned, she had neither a sad nor happy face, and she held her arms close to her. She also held an axe, showing that within that gentle and quiet spirit, there lies a fierce and unstable demon just waiting to manifest. This sculpture relates to me because she is a visual metaphor of my family's fear. My family sometimes turn their back on the positive sides of life, refusing to listen to how things could be better. My family tries to hide their feelings from time to time, showing close to no emotion at all. My family is occasionally afraid to extend their arms out in friendship to people and to the world. Lastly, my family can indeed have a very volatile temper. They try to bottle up emotions until fiery anger explodes on things that normally aren't worth getting upset over.

Fear is shown in Fahrenheit 451 by the common society. They mercilessly destroy books of culture without even thinking what they are destroying. In this tragic action, they show fear: fear in learning about the past; fear of the government; fear of other people. They are forced to burn these books out of fear. Sometimes, we ourselves do certain things out of bravery, but when we are driven by fear, it is forced. Fear is a powerful motivation towards actions, and unfortunately, is more potent than bravery.

Amazing Elephants by Will Matthews

I stood in front of the audience; my heartbeat a horse's hooves pounding at the speed of light. I knew my lines. I knew what i had to say, had to do, had to act. Yet i was frozen in time as the audience stares on, surely it has been a whole minute. Finally i utter the words "The amazing elephants!" and present them with a sweep of my tiny arm. As i go back to my corner of the stage, my kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Barunburgee, says i did great. I'm convinced she's just trying to do damage control on my ever so fragile ego, afraid it would shatter like a baseball-targeted window, not wanting me to burst into tears on stage.

The Girl in The Dark

The girl asks the window questions but the window whispers nothing to her. She wants to know what the outside world hides from her. The innocence of childhood holds her back. The joyful innocence of wonderful childhood but why did she want to know. She should enjoy her childhood, not wish to pollute it with the stench of the world. She needed to stay clean but she didn’t want to. She went looking to the window and soon enough she saw the rest of the world.

I was tired of childhood. I went looking for the truth. I didn’t know what the truth was but now I know that I still wish I didn’t know the truth. At the age of seven I went looking, looking, and looking. I found what I had been looking for. But once I figured out that Santa wasn’t real I realized I wished I had never gone looking in the first place. That's what childhood tragedy this picture reminds me of.

-Xander Summers

Ciera Bradley

The young girl in the windowsill, Francis, is all alone. She has a doll but she has no happiness, she has power working against her, it hurts her. She needs love and warmth.

Things aren't Always As They Seem-Maddie McMillan

this scene is perfect. There is a small stream of water running down the middle, with a light clearance in the back ground. the trees all have a radiant green color of their leaves. It's almost like a grove. this section of the forest is alive. Every plant is springing up from the ground, with dazzling colors penetrating the natural look of life. This grove of trees is beautiful. However, it is only beautiful when looked at in a perfect world. But the world is not safe. There are always monsters hiding in the closet. this picture had all the monsters come out just now.

Creative Paragraph- Madeline Olsen

A girl stands with a perfectly turned out leg, preparing to take her first step. A black ribbon is tied around her neck, signifying her talent and high-ranking position in the Paris Opera Ballet. The instructor corrects her, and I think of how I would feel if I were in her place. I imagine my heart racing, cheeks burning with embarrassment for being singled out in front of the whole class, yet pleased at the attention. Another young girl stands in the corner, leaning away from the barre, wistfully watching, and dreaming of being seen. Her neck is noticeably bare. Unlike the other members of the company, this girl cares about the lack of attention she receives.

Creative paragraph- MAdelin Crapo Per. 1

It was exciting to see the hustle and bustle of suburban Utah change slowly in to a never ending sea of steep canyon walls and narrow red rock gully's. The cool fresh air filtered into the car and our minds. We were eager to get started exploring and seeing the beautiful and dramatic landscapes. The hike we were most intrigued by was one called Angel's Landing. We started the hike and it didn't take long for us to see what we had gotten ourselves into.

A Loss, no, More Like a Lack of Words

One time I had a hard time talking was when my cousin came from Venezuela. She only spoke Spanish, and I am (a little) rusty in that area. Her vocabulary was indefinitely bigger than mine. Compared to her, I sounded like a five-year-old. We were easily raised in different surroundings and people. It was quite funny and interesting to hear what she said and how she said it, she sounded like a grownup. Whenever we spoke, it was a line or two. We were two puzzle pieces of the same puzzle, both of us come from the same family, but we are so different.

-Savid Acuña

In the Middle of Nowhere

A day full of peace and quiet was all I needed to make the journey better. The one day we got to stay in the same campsite was a day full of rejoicing on my part. It was relaxing for me to be able to walk around with my friends and chat while we watched others do their own activities. If my best friends hadn't have been there I probably would have died! It was fun to see that we could look somewhat like a real pioneer trek company. Although, us girls were definitely more fashionable than the women back then, with our funky animal printed skirts and sunglasses on. It was amazing to see the unity we had as a whole and to experience a portion of what it was like for the real pioneers. The hard things in life are what make us better, stronger people. This experience is not one I would give up for anything else, but that doesn't mean I'm prepared to go back and do it again any time soon.
by Kyleigh Cooper

Personal Narrative - Brennan Clayton

The picture that I used was by Calvin Fletcher and the tile of the picture is Wash Day in Brigham City and I thought represented a Utopia. It brought a thought of happiness to my mind. The old woman hanging her clothing out on the line looked so happy even in the snow and cold. She looked like she didn’t have a care in the world and was absolutely loving her life.
In Fahrenheit 451 they wanted the society to be a perfect society or a Utopia. They tried in a way that messed everything up and it created something bad. A world where no one can read books or know the true meanings of things.

The picture I decided to write about was drawn by Calvin Fletcher, and the title of this piece is Wash Day in Brigham City, I chose to use this picture because it stuck out to me in a way none of the others did. I decided this picture represented utopia and indifference. It shows utopia to me because it reminds me of family vacations to different places that seem to be perfect in all ways, like the picture, snowy, peaceful, and worriless.

-Tre Petersen

Personal Narrative

In my family, I have always been known as the reckless, rather foolish one who refused to listen to my elders. I was quite the opposite of my cousin Mackenzie, who was but twenty-five days younger than I. I was never scared of heights, scary stories told by firelight, or the tales of monsters that liked to eat blonde little girls like myself. That has all changed as I have grown up. I was known as the fearless cousin; never scared to walk across a log in the middle of the lake, or to retrieve a hat in the middle of the river. And then, in fifth grade, I decided to try out acting. I went to the official practice twice a week, and practiced singing and dancing everyday at home. I was cast as the part of “JC” in “High School Musical”. After all the rehearsing was done, the big day had finally arrived.

-Kelsey Ross

26 Ways to Fail

Okay! Today we have had the most visitors on the blog for a long LONG time. So let's hear a round of applause! Okay I DID say I would do something on Harry Potter.... I mean who of us HAVEN'T read that series.... No seriously who hasn't it is one of the MUST READ series. Moving on, everybody was hyped up for the new movie that came out right? I haven't seen it. So I can't really critique it. I love the book though.... I remember in 6th grade when it came out, fighting amongst fellow nerds in lines for the first copy... me laughing evilly because I had people planted in line to amp up my chances.... Harry Potter.... Harry Potter? So many jokes have been made. Well I cast a spell on you! (Choose any of my three favorites.... :) ) In all seriousness I am joking. To save you time at this point disregard anything I say...

I must say that we have some very talented writers amongst us. Oh, and I WANT TO FIGHT IN THE BATTLE!!! Why did NONE of you boys invite a GIRL to fight with you?? If I were to fight we would win automatically because guys aren't allowed to hit girls so I would gain immunity! Oh and by the way Peter, your pep talk was absolutely AMAZING the only thing that would be better would be.... I have no idea. It is that... um... SPECIAL! (If you can't say anything nice don't say anything at all.... ) (Who said that??) (Me, you, someone.... YOU'RE typing it!!) Disregarding that we will move on. If you are tired from reading this stand up, perform 10 jumping jacks then resume reading.

THE DOG COMPETITION I AM HAVING HAS BEEN FURTHER MORE EXTENDED DUE TO TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES. I AM NOT GOING TO LET THE ONLY ENTRANT WIN. (YET) OUR GOAL TO GET 100 COMMENTS ON THE LAST POST DIED. PLEASE TRY AGAIN, AND AGAIN. JUST POST YOUR NAME IF YOU HAVE NOTHING OF CONTENT TO SAY*.

This is 26 ways to fail saying-
It's almost Thanksgiving so give thanks, spend time with your family and stuff your face. (Respectively)

Jasmine Crespo


*This does not apply to Peter Rosen

A Social Nightmare By: Cassidy Nelson

All together, this picture reminded me fully of junior high and my life right now. Oh the glorious joys of junior high girls. Each women in this picture not only has a story but also has a personality. Right now i feel like school is the table and I have to sit at this table. I feel like all the girls at the school sit at this table. Some of us are weird looking. Some of us are pretty. Some of us, like me, don't want to be there. Yet, we all have to sit at the table, share the tea, and converse with each other. We can find this experience enjoyable or absolutely painful, but either way we have to be there. It is sort of what us women are made to do.

Picture of Life and Death By: Daniel Powell

A picture is art no matter how you look at it; pictures can mean a billion, trillion different things. This particular picture, to me, shows the main theme of life. Your life starts at the top, it is all just flat and a boringly boring green; back then, you are just so innocent and free to do as you choose, like a bird in the open sky. You can’t make any choices of your own; you rely on others for everything. This feeling is a good and happy joyful thing.
Later on you are put into the real world that is full of confusion, joy, and pain. The black in the back and the purple are all of your good and bad deeds you did in life. The larger red shape is the sign of death that will always be the over all out come of life. It is in the shape of a bird that will be looming over you in the latter years of your life; you will know that death is starting to catch you. Notice how the good and the bad things you did come in after you are dead too, this is just like many great artists who are not liked until after there death. Death is always at the end or the bottom of your life. The feeling here is sad and mixed into many different things such as pain, fear, and some joy, but over all death is sad.

Reinforcements!

Here i am!! Fear me and my undead horde! I will save the blog and devour all enemy survivors! And like any good necromancer, i am fashionably late as to provide more ranks for my army. No one can stand against me now...

>:D

Isaac Erekson creaitve writing

Sacagawea by Cyrus Edwin Dallin
This statue gave me the feeling of a absolute fear, not any that only matters in the now, but one that will affect her evermore This is because she looked like she was longing for something out of reach and all around her there is emptiness. She seems to want something she desperately needs and is scared to live without it, maybe not even able to live without it. She appears to be reaching out to try to get it, but it is out of her grasp. Maybe it cannot even be found again. She feels that utter despair. She is not afraid of losing anything of a physical value. Just look at the necklaces she is wearing. She is beyond that; she wants something of a spiritual or mental value. Like I would reach up for my friend when I am lying helpless on the ground. Or me being that friend needing the companionship of them, wanting them to be well again and wanting to help them.
I have felt fear all of my life, like how I can not stand being close to spiders, but I don’t recall ever feeling the extremity of the fear she feels, where there is no hope for what you love. She seems lost in the darkness of that fear possibly never being able to find her way out again. Like the spiral into insanity. It is sad really, it is the type of sadness that you would not wish on your own worst enemy. In order to feel the fear of that magnitude you have to have lost a close relative like a father, mother, husband, wife. It could have been a friend. Possibly even your own life. And I luckily have never suffered a loss as such. I am grateful for this, and especially for my friends, for a families love is usually unconditional, but a friends is acquired. They themselves need to accept you.

Ellie Dow

The indian sculpture and the artist photo was the photo I felt I could relate to. I feel like I'm the artist, alike to the sculpture, but also very different, and in some ways, too different. Sometimes the thoughts of my unusualness make me feel small compared to everyone else (indian sculpture). Even though I may be smaller, it doesn't mean that I don't have any power. I am the creator. I choose what will come.

Best Friends for Life?

Friends come and friends go, but the most reliable friends I have ever seen are rhino's and birds. Strange as it seems. Rhino's and birds have very few things in common, such as, bugs. Bird's love bugs, rhino's have bugs. That's all there is to it. In every friendship, each friend helps each friend. In this particular friendship, the bird helps the rhino by eating all the bugs off of the rhino's back, and the rhino helps the bird by, well, feeding it!

This picture reminds me of me and my friends. My best friends and I have nothing in common, you probably wouldn't be able to tell we are even friends! We will always be there for each other just like rhino's and birds.

-Brynn Hall

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Battlefield Report

Back you fiends! Back! I will destroy you! Face the wrath of Sunblade! The charge remains alive. Steven, defend the borders. Where are the reports from the left flank? I charge alone at the enemies. Just me and Sunblade. Face my wrath.

FACE MY WRATH!

Peter Rosen

Battlefield Report

Peter! NO!!!! Peter don't. Its a trap (don't you dare say it James, Peter, Isaac, Ryan or anyone else. Wait Ryan, he is not even in this class.) Charge my men, CHARGE. Go save Peter. Fight back the oncoming horde. If you win this I will give you all oreos (I mean, you doesn't like oreos?).

Steven Pappas

Battlefield Report

I'm being overwhelmed. Help me. HELP ME! I can't survive. I can't...


(Various battle noises. A distant sound of a horn rings over the battlefield.)

Creative Writing

Blake Harsh

November 22, 2010

Period 1

Creative Writing Paragraphs

This is a great picture. It shows the heartache of the young girl. Through this abominable heartache, she soon turns it to sorrow. The sorrow of this young girl is almost engulfing her, like a fiery darkness.

In order to vent this girl's anger, she defiles the weather in a most interesting way. The way to confound the weather is to make it snow. She cuts out huge snowflakes, and when she tapes them up, she finds out it is snowing.

Parker Curtis

A time that was difficult for me to talk in front of a group was a few years ago in my english class. It was a report that i had to give. The report was on any topic that you wanted it to be. So I chose football. It was the thing that was easiest for me to write about.

So I finished reading it in front of the class, then without knowing the teacher said that we had to explain why we choose that topic. Me not really knowing what to say just kind of stood there with a blank stare on my face why'll everybody stared at me. Eventually I figured out what to say. I got through it and it was probably the most difficult thing I had done at the time.

Invasion Update

To be read in Isaac's movie voice:

The invasion goes well. There is only minimal resistance by the pathetic defenders. Now post my zombie minions! Post! Post for your lives, or rather to destroy theirs. Now what is that fool on their right flank doing? He's performing a charge! What does he expect to do? Save the world? Now rise my minions. DESTROY HIM!

DESTROY HIM!!!

Battlefield Report

Steven. Steven! Can you hear me? The scrying mirror broke. I've made a scrying pool of...never mind. Anyway, I only have five soldiers left. The only option now is to charge. Prepare yourselves, my soldiers. Ready your swords! Reform the line! REFORM THE LINE! Lame pep talk! LAME PEP TALK! EXCESSIVE PACING! RUNNING BACK AND FORTH! MORE USELESS STUFF! WHO AM I KIDDING? I'M THE ONLY ONE LEFT BY THIS TIME! WHY AM I STILL USING CAPS LOCK?

CHARGE!!!

Peter Rosen

The Rhino: the Protector

This picture is a symbol to me of how the rhino is a support and a protector to the little bird. You can just see how the bird shows he feels protected and feels safe because he has no fear of the rhino he is on. The rhino could just leave into the night but he won’t because he cares for the tiny bird on his back too much. We all have people in our lives who won’t leave and who will support us and protect us, no matter what the circumstance is. We need to learn from the rhino and the bird that its ok to lean on others so we can feel that support, comfort, and protection we need.
<3 Alysann Flower

Camp

So here is my paragraph from my creative writing..

The dark stillborn water slowly started to erupt with the colors of life, as the incandescent sun rose over the golden crusted mountains. The smell of crisp clean pine air fills my tent once again and the sound of small kindling crackling in the morning fire is a familiar and calming sound. My family and I have been coming here for generations and generations and the worn dirt road relaxes every worry I have.


Berkley Mitchell

Gather 'Round by Alison Carter

Gather 'round, happy family, gather 'round. Now's the time of the week to get together. Sing a song, say a prayer for every person, everywhere. Gather 'round, happy family, gather 'round. Snuggle closely and be safe from the dangers of man's world; for this night is the time to stay together.
Father, give a lesson; Mother, tell them a tale; son, nag your little brother; older daughter, tattle-tale. Play a game, talk a while, tell a joke, make someone smile. Turn away the cruelty of earth. Unite as one with joyous mirth. Gather 'round, bonded family, gather 'round.

Battlefield Report

Moving on from my extraordinary paragraph, the battle so far is going BAD. There are so many of them. They are overwhelming us. Peter, where are you Peter? I can't see the right flank anymore! Come on Peter. Rally the troops. Give the lame pep talk to them to slightly raise there spirits! We must fight for what we believe in. Charge... after our cookie break. (10 minutes later). CHARGE! Help save Peter and the right flank. FOR THE BLOG!!!!!!!!!!!

Steven Pappas

The Written Word

What do they think? Is it good enough? Does that sound ok to them? Those are a lot of the things that go through my mind when I write. When we write, we get to caught up in what others think and we lose sight of what we were going to write about, because we changed it so others might like it more. We don't write how we feel and want to and write more what people want ot hear. We need to not be afraid of what people think. All that matters is that we enjoy and believe in what we write.

Steven Pappas

We're told to be free. By: Yvonne Wu

We're told we're beautiful. We're told that we have the freedom to do whatever our hearts desire. We're told that no matter what we do, we shall be loved. And yet, we can't really move. We're placed into a box, stuck, while our hearts itches to move. Staring at the same view day by day, when will things change? I look at the picture and I think, this is how the world lives. A beautiful magnificient creature, whose skin is made of rough jewels, stuck in an enclosed space. A box barely letting it breathe with a tick bird quietly on top and an orange color ball as another friend. We're filled with such ideas, and yet we're fooled by the world and put into the dark. The worst thing in the situation is that we don't even realize how stuck in the mud we are. And we continue to live our lives in the same way, without any inspiration.

Standing on Their Own

The picture of which I am writing on is of plateaus standing on their own in the wilderness. The wind beats against the rocks and fights against them, but the structure stands strong. The plateaus are flooded with color that blend and merge together to form a lovely mess. They stand tall, peering over the rest of the world, seeing everything. The plateaus are indifferent to the rest of nature and earth. They are positioned perfectly and rest there for years, many, many years. They perform their beauty to the rest of earth while still staying indifferent to it. They don’t mind people or other objects and stand on their own.

Tessa Yates..

Silent Noise

Many people have things that are durable and sometimes unbearable. All go through this experience, whether in the past or days to come. I found it tremendously tough to sing a solo in front of all my friends and people I didn't know. It may have been easier if it was only people I did not know, for then they wouldn't hold it against me and laugh at me if I were to have messed up. Then again, my friends wouldn't think less of me nor would they have gone to the extent of not talking to me.

-Dana Soweidan

Confrontation by Danielle Mabe

One day in my life, this girl started to randomly get rides from my mom in the morning. I had no idea that I would've had to make the hard decision and confront her. She wasn't a best friend of mine, but I knew her pretty well. Onde day when I got home from my Young Women's activity, I went to take my contacts out, and my glasses were gone. I had always put my glasses right by my mirror, and when I saw that they were not there, it made me really suspicious. Well, after three weeks of walking around the house nearly blind in the morning and evening, they show up at school in the office damaged and broken. I was told that they were found by the same person that had gotten rides from us in the morning.

What Do We Do? By James Cosgrove

With the small green bird on us, watching our every little move and determining our future, what can we truly do in our lives? Some are content to comply and move through meaningless motions. Some, tired of listening, rise up and become the leaders. Others are infuriated and become the rebels, but what does that truly do? The people whose voices are heard make the difference. Even being a powerful rhino does not ensure that you will break out of the walls enclosing you. Make your voice and opinions be heard, do not let others control your lives for you.

James Cosgrove