Writing Three
Classic City I feel is a place away from home. The City has opened many opportunities for me as well as many other people who are or have been at Classic City Performance Learning Center. It has taken some people from hanging on the block all day to working their way to getting a high school diploma.
I feel as though a lot of the time Classic City is looked at as being a “Dropout school.” I’m not going to say that it isn’t just due to the fact that a lot of people who come here have dropped out. Myself? Well yeah I have dropped out but look at what I’m doing now. Classic City is the only place that has given me a second chance and I’m glad that I’m taking it.
Classic City’s staff is one of the best groups of people that I know. Everyone who works here are the down right best teachers on earth. All the teachers hear want to see us get our diplomas. They will bend over backwards to help you out and I think that is what everyone needs. Not only will they help you at school but they also try to see if they can help you in life. That is something that I think every teacher should be required to do.
Another major thing that helps a lot of students here is the schedule. A lot of people have jobs that go here and being able to get another days work in can always help. The school day doesn’t start too early either which I also think helps people in be on time. To some extents the policy is good but the only other problem is the fact that we only get four absences. It is hard thing to follow even if you only miss school when you are sick.
People who go to traditional schools seem to have lower self esteem I think. When you go to a “regular” school people are constantly picking at you no matter who you hang out with. When people constantly nag and pick on you it can ruin your life. That is the first thing I noticed about classic city, I came here and first thing I saw were people of all different shape, size, and color. It was a good feeling to know that I could be who I was. I feel safe here. I know that nothing will happen between me and another student due to the fact that I don’t want to be kicked out and neither does anyone else. Everyone in this school is form the same boat and there is nothing that can be done about it.
I would have to say that the main difference that this school has done for me is just making me want to go to school. I actually enjoy going to school and so does everyone else. This school is the true definition of a school. The way I see it is that a school is somewhere where a student can come to learn and not have to worry about being picked on and have fun while being here. There are not many kids who are at a traditional school that actually enjoy being there.
Overall I would like to thank the people who agree with me in this subject. I love it here and am so thankful that people have considered doing something like this for me and my peers. This school has been an opportunity for me and so many others who were here and who will hopefully be here in the future.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
short story three
I must first start out by saying that The Lottery is one of the craziest theings i have ever seen or read. I get so many different thoughts running through my head with this.
the first thing that happens is the community is about to play the lottery. People look like they are having a good time until i find out that this is no lottery at all. Could you imagine playing a lotto ticket and the prize is your life? When you win this lotto you are actually losing.
This story was hard to comprehend but the main thing i got out of it was that things are as good as they seem. You should never go into something that seems good without your block up. What was so crazy was the fact that these people were sitting here an voluntering to do this. This is like nothing i have ever heard of.
I would have to say thast the theme of hte story is like your world is complete differnt if you get away from your surroundings. Like if you get out from where you are things will change instantly. The world is all about how you comprehend it.
the subject on the other is something around dont judge a book by its cover. If you jump to conclusions it isnt always right. i think someone is about to get some money and then next thing i know there are a bunch of people throwing rocks at this lady. that proves it right there.
This story also kinda put me into shell shock. I was deffinitely not expecting what happened. I really think the author supported the theme really good. It deffinitley can leave you with something to think about. I deffinitely think that this is a great short story.
the first thing that happens is the community is about to play the lottery. People look like they are having a good time until i find out that this is no lottery at all. Could you imagine playing a lotto ticket and the prize is your life? When you win this lotto you are actually losing.
This story was hard to comprehend but the main thing i got out of it was that things are as good as they seem. You should never go into something that seems good without your block up. What was so crazy was the fact that these people were sitting here an voluntering to do this. This is like nothing i have ever heard of.
I would have to say thast the theme of hte story is like your world is complete differnt if you get away from your surroundings. Like if you get out from where you are things will change instantly. The world is all about how you comprehend it.
the subject on the other is something around dont judge a book by its cover. If you jump to conclusions it isnt always right. i think someone is about to get some money and then next thing i know there are a bunch of people throwing rocks at this lady. that proves it right there.
This story also kinda put me into shell shock. I was deffinitely not expecting what happened. I really think the author supported the theme really good. It deffinitley can leave you with something to think about. I deffinitely think that this is a great short story.
Writng Two
Writing Two
The first time I saw my 1996 Mazda Miata was on the internet and all I could think was I want this car. Two weeks later and I finally get to see .When it pulled up, all I can see is the paint shining in the sun and the sound of exhaust with the sound of horsepower under the hood. The smell of exhaust fumes has a lingering sensation in my nose. I open the hood and see the engine rocking back and forth as the gas is pressed and the gas is burning away. The soft black bucket seats form around me like soft pillows. The white shift knob fits perfectly in your hand and sits like it was meant to be there.
As I got the car I felt like it is wrapping me up inside of it when I’m driving . I hear the wind flying by me as the engine is roaring a hundred miles an hour down the interstate. The feeling of being free of all my burdens. The wind flew through my hair and the smell of the Georgia pine trees as they line the side of the road like an impenetrable wall. I let go of the gas and push in the clutch like one fluid moment. I switch gears and then I’m going even faster as if I were a beast chasing it’s prey.
I get home and the first thing I want to do is go out and mess around. The car is sliding side to side like it has a mind of its own. I shift down and smash on the gas and the inside of the car fills with smoke from the tires and exhaust fumes. Burning rubber is one of the best smells in the world, and the exhaust just has you coughing like the first time hitting a cigarette.I find a spot and in one jolt all I can smell are the tires burning underneath the stress of my lead foot on the gas.. It feels like being in a burning building but for some reason you feel safe.
I am flying through back roads in the country when I decide to hit a corner. Im rolling up looking like an eagle at the turn. Flying towards it like I was going after food I hit the clutch and downshift smooth as butter as the car goes wild and the tires start screaming.
The feeling of being motionless comes over me and all I can think is, “I hope I don’t crash!” The car goes flying left and then flying right, and next thing I know I feel like the car is going off the road. Then I hear the sound of a car spinning out in gravel. I know the tires are screaming to the other side of the road when I realize I’m losing control. The feeling of heading straight at a telephone pole is a feeling of I’m going to die and oh S***! Then I made the decision to try to save it, and the car jerks back like I was running from something. It was like the car had wings and we were off the ground. Hitting the ditch at forty-five miles an hours was a bit of an abrupt stop. The car sounded like it was dying and I’m in the country (stuck). “I feel like an idiot!” I kept telling myself.
I hear this ringing in my ear as I’m sitting in the ditch deciding what my next move should be. Sitting there wondering if the car will start I turn the key. The engine roars back to life and I slam on the gas in anger to get out of the ditch. The car feels extremely unstable now. I go down the street with the rims grinding against the concrete. I pull to the next street and sure enough the back of my car looks like an explosion has gone off in the rear of it. The metal was balled up like a piece of paper in the trash can.
I get back in the car unsure if I should drive it home or leave it here. The chunks of mud fly of the tires as I slowly roll down the street. I knew something was broken just by the creaking of the car as we hit cracks and small holes in the street. Metal is twisting underneath me and the car is just sitting there in pain. I knew that I had ruined the car and that I had a real problem on my hands. I get home and look at the car in astonishment as I realize that the body is the only thing ruined. I check underneath and nothing is leaking so I decide to call it a night .
I felt like I had just caused a catastrophe. The thoughts running through my head that night were unbearable. I had just ruined my car that I had so many expectations for. This was terrible and I had caused it. My head burns with stupidity and my body aches from hitting the ditch. The day was over and nothing could be done so I closed my eyes and left it like it was, sitting broken in the parking lot.
The first time I saw my 1996 Mazda Miata was on the internet and all I could think was I want this car. Two weeks later and I finally get to see .When it pulled up, all I can see is the paint shining in the sun and the sound of exhaust with the sound of horsepower under the hood. The smell of exhaust fumes has a lingering sensation in my nose. I open the hood and see the engine rocking back and forth as the gas is pressed and the gas is burning away. The soft black bucket seats form around me like soft pillows. The white shift knob fits perfectly in your hand and sits like it was meant to be there.
As I got the car I felt like it is wrapping me up inside of it when I’m driving . I hear the wind flying by me as the engine is roaring a hundred miles an hour down the interstate. The feeling of being free of all my burdens. The wind flew through my hair and the smell of the Georgia pine trees as they line the side of the road like an impenetrable wall. I let go of the gas and push in the clutch like one fluid moment. I switch gears and then I’m going even faster as if I were a beast chasing it’s prey.
I get home and the first thing I want to do is go out and mess around. The car is sliding side to side like it has a mind of its own. I shift down and smash on the gas and the inside of the car fills with smoke from the tires and exhaust fumes. Burning rubber is one of the best smells in the world, and the exhaust just has you coughing like the first time hitting a cigarette.I find a spot and in one jolt all I can smell are the tires burning underneath the stress of my lead foot on the gas.. It feels like being in a burning building but for some reason you feel safe.
I am flying through back roads in the country when I decide to hit a corner. Im rolling up looking like an eagle at the turn. Flying towards it like I was going after food I hit the clutch and downshift smooth as butter as the car goes wild and the tires start screaming.
The feeling of being motionless comes over me and all I can think is, “I hope I don’t crash!” The car goes flying left and then flying right, and next thing I know I feel like the car is going off the road. Then I hear the sound of a car spinning out in gravel. I know the tires are screaming to the other side of the road when I realize I’m losing control. The feeling of heading straight at a telephone pole is a feeling of I’m going to die and oh S***! Then I made the decision to try to save it, and the car jerks back like I was running from something. It was like the car had wings and we were off the ground. Hitting the ditch at forty-five miles an hours was a bit of an abrupt stop. The car sounded like it was dying and I’m in the country (stuck). “I feel like an idiot!” I kept telling myself.
I hear this ringing in my ear as I’m sitting in the ditch deciding what my next move should be. Sitting there wondering if the car will start I turn the key. The engine roars back to life and I slam on the gas in anger to get out of the ditch. The car feels extremely unstable now. I go down the street with the rims grinding against the concrete. I pull to the next street and sure enough the back of my car looks like an explosion has gone off in the rear of it. The metal was balled up like a piece of paper in the trash can.
I get back in the car unsure if I should drive it home or leave it here. The chunks of mud fly of the tires as I slowly roll down the street. I knew something was broken just by the creaking of the car as we hit cracks and small holes in the street. Metal is twisting underneath me and the car is just sitting there in pain. I knew that I had ruined the car and that I had a real problem on my hands. I get home and look at the car in astonishment as I realize that the body is the only thing ruined. I check underneath and nothing is leaking so I decide to call it a night .
I felt like I had just caused a catastrophe. The thoughts running through my head that night were unbearable. I had just ruined my car that I had so many expectations for. This was terrible and I had caused it. My head burns with stupidity and my body aches from hitting the ditch. The day was over and nothing could be done so I closed my eyes and left it like it was, sitting broken in the parking lot.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Short story two
The Knife by Denny Johnson
The knife is a short story in which Denny from the National Enquirer gets a call from someone named Julius who says that they have the weapon that O.J. killed his wife with. This story is alright. i will definitely not say it is one of my favorites.
The book was kind of pointless. Through the whole thing it is pretty much just them trying to actually talk to Julius. When Julius actually gets there Denny is having second thoughts about the whole thing. being in his situation would be stressful. He has to pretty much determine on the spot whether or not the weapon is legit. "It was wrapped in a plastic bag, like this grocery bag. Wrapped real tight, and my friend dropped it in the shallow end of the lagoon, there's not as much water there. But then he got scared, that's when he told me. I should have listened with my first mind, but I said I'd help him."The weapon was wrapped in a shaving case and a plastic bag. Julius comes up with the story that he was givin it by O.J. himself.
As Denny and Julius are sitting there looking at the knife denny is reallysuspicious. "$100,000," said the cop. "That's a lot of money. Where would a fellow like this get $100,000?" He looked right into my face. "I didn't say a thing about $100,000, I told this guy that I would take a look at the knife to see if it was authentic." They were sitting in the coffee shop and Julius gets mad just cause he wants money. Julius Yells and the cops come. Denny tells them what it is and the cops figure out that the knife is not real.
i think the main idea would have to be likr things arent as they seem. the knife seems good when yoiu are told about it but you can only tell when it is sitting in front of you.
If i was in this situation i would be so mad. Julius just lied to him and was just trying to take his money. Then he didnt even get what he wanted from him. I guess thats how it is in this whole though everyone is looking for the quick money.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Skateboarding Forming my Life.
Well so naturally I’m a skateboarder. I love to skate. I love the feeling of being able to get somewhere and have fun while doing it. The feeling of flying down a sidewalk and the only thing propelling you is the board underneath you and the legs you’re pushing it with is one of the greatest things in the world. Being able to jump over a set of stairs and land with your weight pushing on you feels like conquering the world. The worst thing though is when you jump these stairs and your legs seem to stop working then you end up hitting the concrete sliding across your face and just sitting there like wow what just happened. I am more of a skate park kind of guy.
I have been skating for probably about seven years. I have had the ups and the downs of the whole thing. I have had sponsors, lost sponsors, met people, and yet through it all have not lost any people. The sponsors are great having you doing something that you love and giving me free stuff for it. Skateboarding is a sport where you risk yourself every time you step on the board. There are so many things you can do with a skateboard though. You can skate, use it as a weapon (not recommended), and you can even use it as a seat if need be.
There are only a couple of places you can do this at, the local skate park, your neighborhood, and any local place that looks like it will be fun. My favorite place to skate at is probably the park. The environment at the skate park is very fun. All the people there doing the same thing you do and having everyone just trying to have a fun time and impress everyone else to.
The one thing that never changes at a skate park though is the groups of people. You have the good people, the bad people, the posers, and last, and my favorite, the old schoolers. The old schoolers are the ones that I hang out with. These are the guys who have been in it since it started. They have seen the sport blow up and watch it dwindle away over time. These guys are not here to impress anyone they are there to skate. These guys go the fastest, grind the farthest, and fly the highest. I like the oldschoolers because they love to push people to do better. They are also always there for help.
The one thing that these guys really like to do is what they call a “Death Race”. These death races are races in where they get like twenty people all lined up on the same track and tell them the prize is like ten dollars and a beer.(I race for the money not the beer) Well this race is serious to these guys. They pad up and get ready to race. I decided one day after they kept asking and kept asking that I was going to do this race. The race is about to begin and they tell me don’t go inside on the first turn. I thought about it and decided I needed to get in the front. The race begins and to my amazement I was in the front at the start. As we are approaching the first turn I realize that they are catching up. Next thing I know I have an old guy on my left and right. The turn comes up and I make it through the first part ok. The second half comes up and I get sandwiched between these two guys. One of them nudges me and the other gives me a swift kick to the front of my board. Have you ever heard that song where they are like “Fly like an eagle?” Well lets just say I fit the part.
I flew probably a couple feet from the ground and then, next thing you know gravity took over and I smacked into the ground. Naturally I would have put my hands out, but due to the fact that these guys were so close I had no time and my face made contact with the ground.
If you think about it concrete is no pillow. The feeling of my face grinding against the concrete is indescribable. My face had cuts on it. My arms had cuts on them. My hands had cuts on them to. “This concrete has ruined my face,” that is what my first thoughts were naturally, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought. Couple cuts and bruises covered with band aids and I went back to skate.
Skateboarding is a big part of my life. My skateboard has gotten me through thick and thin. When I was feeling down I got on my board. Through it all the people and sport haven’t changed that much, the fun is still there. Falling has ended my skateboard career but not my love of the sport. I still have my board and think to myself when am I going to get back on it. I’m not sure I ever will but hopefully I can do it again sometime. Im not scared of falling or getting back on my board. I just really feel as though it isn’t what it used to be.
I have been skating for probably about seven years. I have had the ups and the downs of the whole thing. I have had sponsors, lost sponsors, met people, and yet through it all have not lost any people. The sponsors are great having you doing something that you love and giving me free stuff for it. Skateboarding is a sport where you risk yourself every time you step on the board. There are so many things you can do with a skateboard though. You can skate, use it as a weapon (not recommended), and you can even use it as a seat if need be.
There are only a couple of places you can do this at, the local skate park, your neighborhood, and any local place that looks like it will be fun. My favorite place to skate at is probably the park. The environment at the skate park is very fun. All the people there doing the same thing you do and having everyone just trying to have a fun time and impress everyone else to.
The one thing that never changes at a skate park though is the groups of people. You have the good people, the bad people, the posers, and last, and my favorite, the old schoolers. The old schoolers are the ones that I hang out with. These are the guys who have been in it since it started. They have seen the sport blow up and watch it dwindle away over time. These guys are not here to impress anyone they are there to skate. These guys go the fastest, grind the farthest, and fly the highest. I like the oldschoolers because they love to push people to do better. They are also always there for help.
The one thing that these guys really like to do is what they call a “Death Race”. These death races are races in where they get like twenty people all lined up on the same track and tell them the prize is like ten dollars and a beer.(I race for the money not the beer) Well this race is serious to these guys. They pad up and get ready to race. I decided one day after they kept asking and kept asking that I was going to do this race. The race is about to begin and they tell me don’t go inside on the first turn. I thought about it and decided I needed to get in the front. The race begins and to my amazement I was in the front at the start. As we are approaching the first turn I realize that they are catching up. Next thing I know I have an old guy on my left and right. The turn comes up and I make it through the first part ok. The second half comes up and I get sandwiched between these two guys. One of them nudges me and the other gives me a swift kick to the front of my board. Have you ever heard that song where they are like “Fly like an eagle?” Well lets just say I fit the part.
I flew probably a couple feet from the ground and then, next thing you know gravity took over and I smacked into the ground. Naturally I would have put my hands out, but due to the fact that these guys were so close I had no time and my face made contact with the ground.
If you think about it concrete is no pillow. The feeling of my face grinding against the concrete is indescribable. My face had cuts on it. My arms had cuts on them. My hands had cuts on them to. “This concrete has ruined my face,” that is what my first thoughts were naturally, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought. Couple cuts and bruises covered with band aids and I went back to skate.
Skateboarding is a big part of my life. My skateboard has gotten me through thick and thin. When I was feeling down I got on my board. Through it all the people and sport haven’t changed that much, the fun is still there. Falling has ended my skateboard career but not my love of the sport. I still have my board and think to myself when am I going to get back on it. I’m not sure I ever will but hopefully I can do it again sometime. Im not scared of falling or getting back on my board. I just really feel as though it isn’t what it used to be.
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