Showing posts with label plot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label plot. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
prompt A My special relationship with a animal
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Thursday, September 1, 2011
The Most Dangerous Game” Plot Change Paragraph 2011
The decision that General Zaroff made that I would change would be what he chose to hunt. Didn't he ever think that maybe he was going to lose at his sick minded freak game. If I was him I would not hunt humans because they could be smarter than me and look a what happen. He’s dead. If the story went my way I would have chose to die but by an animal. The animal would be undiscovered sea creature that I would pursue and I would die a hero. In the story he got what deserved but in my story he probably would have died with dignity. I'm not saying that hunting animals is right, not at all, but I do think it's better that murdering humans as a satisfactory.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
My conflict
When I was younger my grandma used to take my brothers and sisters, and I to Palomar observatory. My grandma took us late fall so I thought that it would be warm enough to wear shorts and a tank top. As we drove up the mountain it started to get colder and colder the higher we got. By the time we got to the observatory I was freezing cold. After, we got out of the car and started to play in the snow. It was the first time seen snow in my life. Eventually I forgot that I was cold and kept playing in snow. I guess I over exaggerated a bit. In the end I had a great time with my family and a nice snow day. Maybe if I’m lucky I could go back someday enjoy another one. The lesson I learned was to always be prepared.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
First Day of School
Waking up on a Monday morning, a beautiful day ready to sleep in because I think that I still have at least one more week to enjoy summer. Then I hear a knocking at my door. It's the over night at 6:30 in the morning telling me I have school that day. Way to be shot down off my sleeping throne. First, I get up and drag myself to the shower and preparing to take a steaming hot one just to wake me up. After I'm done with my shower I do my morning routine brush my teeth, acne cream, and do my hair. When my routine has been completed I try to pick out the perfect freshmen fied out fit. Then I head to the cafe and sit with my future classmates in high school. My first period is math( my least favorite subject). My teacher is Mr. Fenick. My first impression of him is that he's very energetic and forward with his class rules. We mostly went over the syllabus and did some multiplication. Then the bell rings and I am so relieve to move on and see what my other classes will be like. My next class is geography with Mr. Kruger. He's pretty cool and lay low, he gave us a lot of information about himself.There’s only five people in our class so I think that I'll understand more about the subject when we actually start working. My next class is English with you Ms. Priester. I think it's really awesome that everything is on computer. I know that I said that in the last letter but I think that it saves the planet even more. We will probably get things done more proficiently. My next class is P.E. I love this class because you practice for the sports that are going on campus. Except everybody says that sometimes Coach Burgo goes little overboard. Next, leaves lunch. I'm glad that I have lunch with the upper classmen because they are more mature. Then I have Earth Science with Ms. Davis as my teacher. I think her class will be the hardest because I never did do good in science before, but maybe this year will be different. Last, but not least that leaves Mr. Beedle. He's really fun to be around. He speaks Spanish sometimes and I don't really understand what he's saying. I'm going to like being in his class because I love art. I can't draw but I’m going to try my hardest to make the best out of drawing even if I get frustrated sometimes. That was the first day of high school for me and I say that it was pretty good for my first day as a Freshmen.
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