Hobby: Effect Essay
Everyone has their own hobby of choice, for me it is and will always be basketball. I still play whenever I get a chance, and I am steadily meeting new people that share my love for the game. Growing up my love for the game definitely faded in and out, with the turn of the seasons. I was always a three sport kid, soccer in the fall, basketball in the winter, and baseball in the spring, this led to some busy times for my parents. Once I got to high school things were much different for team sports. First of all you had to have money in order to play, and your parents had to be active with the school and with hassling the coaching staff to make sure their kid got to see some minutes. It was never about talent at my high school, it was all about politics. Since I didn't get to play basketball for my high school, I played at the local YMCA, where I met many new people in the area, and I was able to step away from sanctioned basketball, and start to play for myself.
Playing at the local YMCA was much different than playing for any school team. Whether it was the Y-Spring League of 2006, or just shooting around in an empty gym. It was at this point in time when I started to develop my feel for the game. I was so frustrated with my parents splitting up, with not being able to play basketball with my friends anymore, and I was starting to question my own abilities on the court, which are plentiful. My frustration off the court started to pass with the wind everyday that I kept going back to the YMCA on Hammond Street in Bangor. Some days we would play pick-up games, and I would meet 15 different people in one day, other days I would shoot around with just my father, these were the times when he grilled me about my jump shot. I look back on my families disadvantages in the environment that we grew up in, together, and I am starting to see them for what they were, which was not a disadvantage at all, but more of individuality.
Since the majority of my friends that I grew up with were playing basketball for the high school, I ventured out to make new friends, with basketball as my conversation maker, I would go down to one of the local outdoor courts whenever the weather would allow outdoor sport to go on. There usually was a few guys playing, they took one look at the skinny white boy and did not take me seriously. This has changed now that I am 6'1”, and I have a beard, but in high school nobody gave me a shot in hell to compete, and that is exactly what I did, compete. With the combination of my drive, my energy, and my skill, along with my brotherhood mentality, people at the local courts quickly began to recognize my status on the basketball court.
Many times I would specifically go to the courts to get away from life, and the stress that comes with it. Basketball was my tool to relieve stress, when I had nowhere else to go, I would take my anger, frustration, and hate out on the basketball court. I would always leave the court in a much more positive mood than when I arrived. Basketball was my vent I could scream and yell in the game, and it didn't matter because that's what people do when they're mid sport and they get frustrated. Not having to hold anything in while I was on the court was always very refreshing, but this caused for many bad run ins on the court as well. Since I would get out on the court looking like the angriest kid in the world, it caused a lot of other people that came out there for their own reasons to become frustrated with me. There is a very simple solution to this problem, sense the people that had problems with the way I was playing on any given day, seek them out after the game and just let them know, “Hey man I am sorry, things got a little out of hand today, let's keep it all on the court.” This statement will put me at peace of mind, and hopefully any person that I offended, because in essence it is competition and we all want to win. Basketball teaches me a lesson everyday on the court, none more valuable than this, if I focus my mind away from the problem that's at hand, many times a solution will present itself, basketball is my best friend, my swiss army knife, and my hobby.
Since I didn't get to play basketball for my high school, I made many new friends, hung out in a new city everyday, learning it from the inside out, and I started playing basketball for me, noone else. Some would look back at missing out on high school sports as a negative aspect of life, since I love sports so much, I can not entirely disagree with them. I look back at the experiences that I missed in high school, of becoming a team, winning and losing together, these are all valuable lessons, but what is more valuable of a lesson than feeling rejected because people think they are better than you? Because you may not have a thick wallet, or your last name is just not the right amount of syllables. I did not break as a person, I bent, and all of these lessons have made me stronger and more flexible with each passing day. Not to mention, spending a lot of time at the court by myself, focusing on my game, and my game alone, this made my skill, and talent levels jump through the clouds, because nothing is better for the game, than some good old fashioned hard work.
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Monday, May 10, 2010
Disaster: Practice Final
Disaster can strike at any given moment, but this disaster was my own fault. The first time I was enrolled in college, I did not succeed for many reasons. The biggest reasons being, I moved into my first apartment and it was no where near my school. I had a 35 hour a week job, and it was still not enough for me to survive on. Finally, I had no car to drive me from A-B-C, and with no steady rides lined up to help me out, I put myself in an unfortunate situation. This was a tough spot for me to be in, but I did it to myself so I knew that school was not going to work the first time around, but I would be back again to make it work, once I had more ammo in my arsenal.
My first apartment was a two bedroom place, with my brother, and it was $800/month +electricity, this is no easy feat for anybody making minimum wage. I tried to go out and find a better job, but unfortunately I did not find one making any more money than what I was already making. Basically at this point in time, I prematurely moved out of my parents house, and forced the world on myself. I do not look back on this as a regret, but as a learning experience to show me where I needed to be financially, in order to make living and school work in a cooperative manor.
I was working 35 hours a week at the Main Street Shaws, and my hourly pay was not enough to compensate for all the money that was going out. I was quickly getting into the negative, and there was nothing that I could do about it at this point in time. So while I was working at Shaws, I was missing classes at school, and whenever I could make it to class, I had no ride. So I would try to catch a bus over to the school, and the bus schedule always screwed up my schedule. It was a vicious cycle of having class and work schedule either at the same time, or too close together for me to be able to make both. I had to choose work, I was attempting to be self supporting, and it was not working for me, something had to give.
Many of the kids my age had cars given to them by their parents or a relative, I was not one of these fortunate teenagers. I had no car, and my bike had two popped tires, this was depressing. I felt like I was giving adult life my best, but my best was not good enough. I had to focus on too many things at once, when I had no way of handling it by myself. It was at this point in time when I realized I needed to acquire a vehicle if I had any hopes of success. In order to do this, I needed to make more money and bank it, so that one day I could go out and buy a vessel that could assist me with getting my small things done, such as rides, and paying bills on time, and making it to all of my mandatory events. This was necessary for me to become a fully participating, fully achieving adult.
If disaster can strike at any time, all we can do is plan for the worst, and hope for the best. Now that I have a more affordable living situation, my school paid for, and a reliable vehicle, I am doing better then ever. I am trying to do right by myself and my family, and it all starts with my attitude, my initiative, and my will power to make the positive outcome a reality.
Disaster can strike at any given moment, but this disaster was my own fault. The first time I was enrolled in college, I did not succeed for many reasons. The biggest reasons being, I moved into my first apartment and it was no where near my school. I had a 35 hour a week job, and it was still not enough for me to survive on. Finally, I had no car to drive me from A-B-C, and with no steady rides lined up to help me out, I put myself in an unfortunate situation. This was a tough spot for me to be in, but I did it to myself so I knew that school was not going to work the first time around, but I would be back again to make it work, once I had more ammo in my arsenal.
My first apartment was a two bedroom place, with my brother, and it was $800/month +electricity, this is no easy feat for anybody making minimum wage. I tried to go out and find a better job, but unfortunately I did not find one making any more money than what I was already making. Basically at this point in time, I prematurely moved out of my parents house, and forced the world on myself. I do not look back on this as a regret, but as a learning experience to show me where I needed to be financially, in order to make living and school work in a cooperative manor.
I was working 35 hours a week at the Main Street Shaws, and my hourly pay was not enough to compensate for all the money that was going out. I was quickly getting into the negative, and there was nothing that I could do about it at this point in time. So while I was working at Shaws, I was missing classes at school, and whenever I could make it to class, I had no ride. So I would try to catch a bus over to the school, and the bus schedule always screwed up my schedule. It was a vicious cycle of having class and work schedule either at the same time, or too close together for me to be able to make both. I had to choose work, I was attempting to be self supporting, and it was not working for me, something had to give.
Many of the kids my age had cars given to them by their parents or a relative, I was not one of these fortunate teenagers. I had no car, and my bike had two popped tires, this was depressing. I felt like I was giving adult life my best, but my best was not good enough. I had to focus on too many things at once, when I had no way of handling it by myself. It was at this point in time when I realized I needed to acquire a vehicle if I had any hopes of success. In order to do this, I needed to make more money and bank it, so that one day I could go out and buy a vessel that could assist me with getting my small things done, such as rides, and paying bills on time, and making it to all of my mandatory events. This was necessary for me to become a fully participating, fully achieving adult.
If disaster can strike at any time, all we can do is plan for the worst, and hope for the best. Now that I have a more affordable living situation, my school paid for, and a reliable vehicle, I am doing better then ever. I am trying to do right by myself and my family, and it all starts with my attitude, my initiative, and my will power to make the positive outcome a reality.
Can of soda
I tried for hours to come up with another topic of my own, I'm sorry that I couldn't make that happen, so I stole your idea. I hope you don't mind.
Relationships are often like a can of soda, if there is too much stress and shaking the can blow up in your face. From the outside they both seem cold and hard, but once you get inside, oh how sweet they can be. Often they get crumpled and thrown away with the rest of the recyclables. Relationships take a lot of time, care, and energy to make work, but quite often energy and motives are mis placed and the blow up right in your face.
Many relationships there is much unneeded stress that goes into a relationship, it stirs up the emotions, and as soon as the couple tries to talk things out there too busy shaking up the relationship rather than solidifying it. If the proper energy is asserted, the can will open right up fiz a little bit, and then go down smoothly. However if the can is opened incorrectly, whether you shook the can or not, it can still explode right in your face. There is the right way to deal with relationships, such as being empathic and being willing to talk things out and reason with your partner. Then there is the wrong way, which is yelling and swearing, and throwing the can around to get it to open. For myself, I prefer to build relationships rather than break them.
From the outside many relationships seem to be cold and hard, and they try not to let anyone in. At the same time, once they do let you in how delicious they can be. Speaking in reference to my roommates, Aaron and Lizzie, they can both be very cold when you first meet them, but to people that know them, and to people that they allow in, they are actually quite friendly. The hard and cold shell is only a defense, to protect who and what they are, innocent, naive individuals. Each individual is protecting something, but not every relationship is as cold and hard up front as the relationship that my roommates share.
Many relationships get crumpled and tossed aside once all the valuable nutrients have been gulped down, but the relationships that last are the ones that refill there can of soda, and have a constant flow of communication. Rather than having to reopen a new can every day, the healthy relationships open their can once, and keep refilling it with a steady flow of communication. Every relationship has valuable qualities, but the big difference between a healthy relationship and an unhealthy relationship is, are both partners drinking the same amount of soda, or is one of the individuals gulping it all down and then crumpling the can up then handing it to their partner. The difference between the two is obvious, which one will last and which one will be tossed aside. The key is finding someone to share life with, not someone that will be selfish and take advantage of their partners can of soda.
So if you have found your favorite can of soda, and you got free lifetime refills, I salute you. For the rest of us that are still searching, open up a little bit and be more caring, sharing, and friendly while at the same time, stand up for what is right in this world. Life is not easy, and finding someone that can make your life easier, even the little things, like opening up a can of soda, help them out, be there for them, because in the end all your good deeds will not go unnoticed.
Relationships are often like a can of soda, if there is too much stress and shaking the can blow up in your face. From the outside they both seem cold and hard, but once you get inside, oh how sweet they can be. Often they get crumpled and thrown away with the rest of the recyclables. Relationships take a lot of time, care, and energy to make work, but quite often energy and motives are mis placed and the blow up right in your face.
Many relationships there is much unneeded stress that goes into a relationship, it stirs up the emotions, and as soon as the couple tries to talk things out there too busy shaking up the relationship rather than solidifying it. If the proper energy is asserted, the can will open right up fiz a little bit, and then go down smoothly. However if the can is opened incorrectly, whether you shook the can or not, it can still explode right in your face. There is the right way to deal with relationships, such as being empathic and being willing to talk things out and reason with your partner. Then there is the wrong way, which is yelling and swearing, and throwing the can around to get it to open. For myself, I prefer to build relationships rather than break them.
From the outside many relationships seem to be cold and hard, and they try not to let anyone in. At the same time, once they do let you in how delicious they can be. Speaking in reference to my roommates, Aaron and Lizzie, they can both be very cold when you first meet them, but to people that know them, and to people that they allow in, they are actually quite friendly. The hard and cold shell is only a defense, to protect who and what they are, innocent, naive individuals. Each individual is protecting something, but not every relationship is as cold and hard up front as the relationship that my roommates share.
Many relationships get crumpled and tossed aside once all the valuable nutrients have been gulped down, but the relationships that last are the ones that refill there can of soda, and have a constant flow of communication. Rather than having to reopen a new can every day, the healthy relationships open their can once, and keep refilling it with a steady flow of communication. Every relationship has valuable qualities, but the big difference between a healthy relationship and an unhealthy relationship is, are both partners drinking the same amount of soda, or is one of the individuals gulping it all down and then crumpling the can up then handing it to their partner. The difference between the two is obvious, which one will last and which one will be tossed aside. The key is finding someone to share life with, not someone that will be selfish and take advantage of their partners can of soda.
So if you have found your favorite can of soda, and you got free lifetime refills, I salute you. For the rest of us that are still searching, open up a little bit and be more caring, sharing, and friendly while at the same time, stand up for what is right in this world. Life is not easy, and finding someone that can make your life easier, even the little things, like opening up a can of soda, help them out, be there for them, because in the end all your good deeds will not go unnoticed.
First Apartment
When I was 18, I moved into my first apartment with my brother Jeff. It was a good time at first, but there were a few downfalls to having my first place. It was a 3 mile walk from my job, I had no money when I first moved in, so that was not going to change after the fact. The biggest downfall was the complete destruction of my relationship with my brother. There were valuable lessons with the move, and I absorbed all the lessons that life threw my way.
The months that I lived in the Ledge-wood apartment on Ohio street in Bangor, were from November until March. These are the coldest, and stormiest months of the year, this made my 3 mile one way walk cold, and brutal with every step. There was close to a mile stretch where there was no side walk, so I had to weave with traffic trying to stay out of the wet snow on the side of the road, while not being run down by traffic. There were certain days where the sidewalks didn't even get plowed, so trucking through 6 inches of snow or more was tiring. I always had to bring a backpack with a pair of dry socks, my work sneakers, and some dry pants so work didn't have to be as miserable as the walk to and from. This was my routine until I moved into my second apartment in April.
Since I was flat broke when I moved out of my parents house, I then went into the negative. I had my first credit card, that I only bought food with, but I had no way of making my monthly payments on the credit card, so I continued to fall behind. I could not continue with school, because I had no car, and a job that was too far away to make it to and from work and school. This was a low part of life for me, losing money out the window, and not being able to maintain a stable livelihood. This was not a healthy lifestyle for me to be living, along with the stress from everyday life, I was headed south, and I was hitting every rock on the way down.
My brother and I always clashed when we were kids, but we had our parents there to split the two of us up. We could never maintain healthy communication, we just offended each other, even if we weren't trying to do so. By the end, we had several altercations get physical, and we were on the brink of killing each other. The final straw was one late night, Jeff came home from work and he was in a shitty mood. He was taking everything out on me, and I was already sick of him. We ended up blowing up, and I left and said that I would be back the next day to get my belongings. So I left, came back the next day to find all of my belongings in the driveway, and the lock on the door was changed. This was the last time that him and I talked for close to 6 months, we have both been working hard on rebuilding our relationship, but it taught the both of us many valuable lessons about family, friendship, and people the are compatible to live with.
After I moved out of the apartment, my new roommates and I got along much better then I did living with my brother. Since there were more of us living in 1 apartment, rent was cheaper, so I started to have a little bit more of a flexible income than previous months. Along side with my new apartment was much closer to my job, less than a mile walk, compared to a 3 mile hike. I am still living in this apartment, over two years later, and I am getting ready to move into my new place starting June 1st. I can't wait to see what life lessons will be thrown my way this time around.
The months that I lived in the Ledge-wood apartment on Ohio street in Bangor, were from November until March. These are the coldest, and stormiest months of the year, this made my 3 mile one way walk cold, and brutal with every step. There was close to a mile stretch where there was no side walk, so I had to weave with traffic trying to stay out of the wet snow on the side of the road, while not being run down by traffic. There were certain days where the sidewalks didn't even get plowed, so trucking through 6 inches of snow or more was tiring. I always had to bring a backpack with a pair of dry socks, my work sneakers, and some dry pants so work didn't have to be as miserable as the walk to and from. This was my routine until I moved into my second apartment in April.
Since I was flat broke when I moved out of my parents house, I then went into the negative. I had my first credit card, that I only bought food with, but I had no way of making my monthly payments on the credit card, so I continued to fall behind. I could not continue with school, because I had no car, and a job that was too far away to make it to and from work and school. This was a low part of life for me, losing money out the window, and not being able to maintain a stable livelihood. This was not a healthy lifestyle for me to be living, along with the stress from everyday life, I was headed south, and I was hitting every rock on the way down.
My brother and I always clashed when we were kids, but we had our parents there to split the two of us up. We could never maintain healthy communication, we just offended each other, even if we weren't trying to do so. By the end, we had several altercations get physical, and we were on the brink of killing each other. The final straw was one late night, Jeff came home from work and he was in a shitty mood. He was taking everything out on me, and I was already sick of him. We ended up blowing up, and I left and said that I would be back the next day to get my belongings. So I left, came back the next day to find all of my belongings in the driveway, and the lock on the door was changed. This was the last time that him and I talked for close to 6 months, we have both been working hard on rebuilding our relationship, but it taught the both of us many valuable lessons about family, friendship, and people the are compatible to live with.
After I moved out of the apartment, my new roommates and I got along much better then I did living with my brother. Since there were more of us living in 1 apartment, rent was cheaper, so I started to have a little bit more of a flexible income than previous months. Along side with my new apartment was much closer to my job, less than a mile walk, compared to a 3 mile hike. I am still living in this apartment, over two years later, and I am getting ready to move into my new place starting June 1st. I can't wait to see what life lessons will be thrown my way this time around.
Process Essay
I had been pondering ideas about a solid way that I can give back to the community. Bangor Outdoor Basketball league was the best idea that I could come up with. So I began talking with the locals about whether or not they would be interested in something like this. Every person that I talked to loved the idea, and the numbers began to stack up. I began to get signatures from individuals that were interested in competing in an outdoor basketball league, you could feel the anticipation growing, along with people talking about it and spreading the word of a new basketball league in Bangor. Now the next step in the process, was to go down to the Bangor Parks and Rec. Dept. and see if I could get approved to run an outdoor basketball league. Then I had to continue to spread the word of the league in whatever possible, and then I had to actually make the league happen. This was not as easy a task as it really could have been.
Now that I had over fifty signatures of interested people, I knew I had some fire power to bring to the table at the Bangor Parks and Rec. So I drove down there to my appointment that I arranged for, to meet with the Assistant Recreation Programmer, Tim. Tim sensed my enthusiasm on the topic, and witnessed my love for the game of basketball. He really liked the idea of starting Bangor's first outdoor basketball league, and so Tim and I began to hash out the rules and guidelines for the league. I was going to run the league for the Bangor Parks and Rec. Dept. from a non-profit angle, that way it could be cheaper cost to run the league and for the registration fees. All of the money that the league made, I was going to re-invest back into the court, and the league, taking none of it for myself.
Now that the league had some momentum, I could begin to spread the word that I have been through my interviews, and began to actually plan the start and end dates for the league, and also started to work out the prices. My next interview was scheduled for a week later, and Tim gave me the okay to continue to spread word of the league, but I was not allowed to advertise for it yet, through newspapers or the radio. I went down to the court that I was planning to have the league at, and there were close to 20 people there playing, and the topic of discussion was this new league that they all keep hearing about. This really excited me, to hear all of these people talking about the league, before I even got to the court that day, this was building the momentum for my league more and more everyday.
It was now time for my final interview with the Bangor Parks and Rec. Dept., and this was an exciting day. I put on my dress shirt, shoes, and pants for this meeting, in hopes that they would approve me on this alone. Tim and his boss began grilling me with questions about the league, to see if I had kept up with my notes, I passed the interrogation. Then we arrived to the cost, and the dates that the league would run. Once this part of the process came into the light, I was for certain that the league would happen. We set the dates, and the price per team down into our notes, and I was given my approval to volunteer for the Bangor Parks and Rec. Dept. and run the Bangor Outdoor Basketball League. After my meeting, I immediately drove to the court, to tell the players that the league was approved! There were a few people there, but it was only 11 am. So I called the list of signatures and told them to get there teams together, for the league had been approved by the City. This was a very exciting day for me.
The very next day, in the afternoon, which was more than 24 hours later, I received a phone call from Tim's boss. She began to talk to me about other options for the league, rather than running it through them, she wanted me to run the league independently. I was confused by this, because the day before we were all smiling together, and she had given me the two thumbs up to start up my league, but now she was taking it back? I now was told that if I track down some sort of liability insurance, and that they will give me a permit to run the league independently. This didn't make sense, I was volunteering to run this league, for free, in my spare time, and they took it from me. She explained to me that she and Tim had no room on their plates to take on another league, and I responded by saying I am not asking you to take on another full course meal, but to allow me to bring another plate to the table, and I will gobble my meal right up. She was not budging, the bubble had been squashed, simply because they didn't have enough time for the league, but I never asked them to run the league, just to give me the permission to run the league, for them, and for the community.
Now that I had over fifty signatures of interested people, I knew I had some fire power to bring to the table at the Bangor Parks and Rec. So I drove down there to my appointment that I arranged for, to meet with the Assistant Recreation Programmer, Tim. Tim sensed my enthusiasm on the topic, and witnessed my love for the game of basketball. He really liked the idea of starting Bangor's first outdoor basketball league, and so Tim and I began to hash out the rules and guidelines for the league. I was going to run the league for the Bangor Parks and Rec. Dept. from a non-profit angle, that way it could be cheaper cost to run the league and for the registration fees. All of the money that the league made, I was going to re-invest back into the court, and the league, taking none of it for myself.
Now that the league had some momentum, I could begin to spread the word that I have been through my interviews, and began to actually plan the start and end dates for the league, and also started to work out the prices. My next interview was scheduled for a week later, and Tim gave me the okay to continue to spread word of the league, but I was not allowed to advertise for it yet, through newspapers or the radio. I went down to the court that I was planning to have the league at, and there were close to 20 people there playing, and the topic of discussion was this new league that they all keep hearing about. This really excited me, to hear all of these people talking about the league, before I even got to the court that day, this was building the momentum for my league more and more everyday.
It was now time for my final interview with the Bangor Parks and Rec. Dept., and this was an exciting day. I put on my dress shirt, shoes, and pants for this meeting, in hopes that they would approve me on this alone. Tim and his boss began grilling me with questions about the league, to see if I had kept up with my notes, I passed the interrogation. Then we arrived to the cost, and the dates that the league would run. Once this part of the process came into the light, I was for certain that the league would happen. We set the dates, and the price per team down into our notes, and I was given my approval to volunteer for the Bangor Parks and Rec. Dept. and run the Bangor Outdoor Basketball League. After my meeting, I immediately drove to the court, to tell the players that the league was approved! There were a few people there, but it was only 11 am. So I called the list of signatures and told them to get there teams together, for the league had been approved by the City. This was a very exciting day for me.
The very next day, in the afternoon, which was more than 24 hours later, I received a phone call from Tim's boss. She began to talk to me about other options for the league, rather than running it through them, she wanted me to run the league independently. I was confused by this, because the day before we were all smiling together, and she had given me the two thumbs up to start up my league, but now she was taking it back? I now was told that if I track down some sort of liability insurance, and that they will give me a permit to run the league independently. This didn't make sense, I was volunteering to run this league, for free, in my spare time, and they took it from me. She explained to me that she and Tim had no room on their plates to take on another league, and I responded by saying I am not asking you to take on another full course meal, but to allow me to bring another plate to the table, and I will gobble my meal right up. She was not budging, the bubble had been squashed, simply because they didn't have enough time for the league, but I never asked them to run the league, just to give me the permission to run the league, for them, and for the community.
Absent minded: Example Essay
Being absent minded has many aggravating negative aspects for me. More times than I can remember I have locked my keys in my car, stranding myself in the most awkward positions. How about mis-placing your wallet? I have done this at least a dozen times within the past year, and it always turns up in the least obvious place. I never know where my phone is, whether its in my lap, in my car, or under the couch, I rarely know where I left my phone. So I am consistently asking my roommates to call my phone so I can track it down easier. Anyway you look at it, I am absent minded, and having momentary lapses in short term memory have always happened to me, and I am assuming this is not going to change anytime soon.
Last winter, I was delivering food for Domino's, and I was in between deliveries. Since I had a few minutes to spare, I stopped into my Dad's house for a quick bite to eat. I left my car running because it was during the bitter cold month of January. I have the habit of locking my door every time I exit my vehicle, and this habit still comes into play when I don't even think about it. I went inside got some food, and talked with my Dad for a few minutes, then I hustled outside to get back to work. Went to go open my door, and to my dismay I had locked myself out of my car, while it was running, and while I was working. I promptly ran back inside told my dad what I did and he started laughing at me. He called his friend that possesses a device called a “Slim Jim,” It took my over 15 minutes to finally get it open after my Father's friend arrived. I drove back to the store and explained myself to my boss, and he had the same reaction that my father had, laughter.
When I was 18, I lived in a house that constantly had parties, not the greatest experience in the world, but I learned many valuable lessons in the process. Things were always going missing, such as DVD's, posters off the walls, and other items of greater value. People were hanging out in my room for a while on one specific night, and I couldn't keep an eye on everybody so I asked everyone to get out of my room. The next morning I was missing a tapestry off my bedroom wall, and I couldn't believe that anyone would steal a tapestry off my wall. I went to go leave for work, and I could not find my wallet any place. I tore my room apart, north to south, east to west, I couldn't find it anywhere. I called my mom to ask if I could borrow a few bucks for break at work, and told her what was going on. She knows me very well, and how absent minded I am, so from the beginning she didn't believe that my wallet was stolen, and that it was just mis-placed. I did one final sweep through my room, looking in all the places that I didn't think my wallet would be in. The bottom drawer of my dresser was open all night so maybe it snuck its way into the opening. I tore the drawer apart, and to my frustration it was in the back of the drawer, and to this day I have no idea how it made it into the drawer, but I am damn glad that it turned up.
Once I got my cell phone when I turned 16, I never turned back. I have had a phone since then because it is such a helpful tool on a day to day basis. Having my phone on my person 24/7/365 makes mis-placing my phone easier than anything else. Sometimes I just left it in the car, and I didn't realize it. Other times I left it at my friends house, and I don't realize it until I go to make a phone call and my phone is not where I thought it was. The other times, the most frustrating place to leave my phone is in my own lap. I do this at least once a day, and when I go to stand up my phone goes flying in some crazy direction. One specific example is when I was visiting family at my Mom's house, and I was drinking a glass of water. I had set my water on the floor by my feet, and I was talking with my grandparents for quite some time. When I went to stand up and get a fresh drink for my Grandmother, my phone went tumbling downwards directly into my drink. I was furious, what are the odds that it would have dropped straight down into my drink at my feet, crazy odds, even crazier that even to this day, I still never remember when I leave my phone in my lap.
There are many more examples of me being absent minded, but I feel these are the a few of the instances that I can look back on and chuckle about. Now that I know being absent minded is a part of me, I am okay with it, because I usually can make up for my little mistakes on the run without being tripped up by the hurdles. Although being absent minded is a negative aspect about me, every mistake that I make I try to learn from. Since I forget about the little things so very often, I am doing an awful lot of learning from my own mistakes. I will continue to grow and learn from my mistakes, and one day it will all pay off for me.
Last winter, I was delivering food for Domino's, and I was in between deliveries. Since I had a few minutes to spare, I stopped into my Dad's house for a quick bite to eat. I left my car running because it was during the bitter cold month of January. I have the habit of locking my door every time I exit my vehicle, and this habit still comes into play when I don't even think about it. I went inside got some food, and talked with my Dad for a few minutes, then I hustled outside to get back to work. Went to go open my door, and to my dismay I had locked myself out of my car, while it was running, and while I was working. I promptly ran back inside told my dad what I did and he started laughing at me. He called his friend that possesses a device called a “Slim Jim,” It took my over 15 minutes to finally get it open after my Father's friend arrived. I drove back to the store and explained myself to my boss, and he had the same reaction that my father had, laughter.
When I was 18, I lived in a house that constantly had parties, not the greatest experience in the world, but I learned many valuable lessons in the process. Things were always going missing, such as DVD's, posters off the walls, and other items of greater value. People were hanging out in my room for a while on one specific night, and I couldn't keep an eye on everybody so I asked everyone to get out of my room. The next morning I was missing a tapestry off my bedroom wall, and I couldn't believe that anyone would steal a tapestry off my wall. I went to go leave for work, and I could not find my wallet any place. I tore my room apart, north to south, east to west, I couldn't find it anywhere. I called my mom to ask if I could borrow a few bucks for break at work, and told her what was going on. She knows me very well, and how absent minded I am, so from the beginning she didn't believe that my wallet was stolen, and that it was just mis-placed. I did one final sweep through my room, looking in all the places that I didn't think my wallet would be in. The bottom drawer of my dresser was open all night so maybe it snuck its way into the opening. I tore the drawer apart, and to my frustration it was in the back of the drawer, and to this day I have no idea how it made it into the drawer, but I am damn glad that it turned up.
Once I got my cell phone when I turned 16, I never turned back. I have had a phone since then because it is such a helpful tool on a day to day basis. Having my phone on my person 24/7/365 makes mis-placing my phone easier than anything else. Sometimes I just left it in the car, and I didn't realize it. Other times I left it at my friends house, and I don't realize it until I go to make a phone call and my phone is not where I thought it was. The other times, the most frustrating place to leave my phone is in my own lap. I do this at least once a day, and when I go to stand up my phone goes flying in some crazy direction. One specific example is when I was visiting family at my Mom's house, and I was drinking a glass of water. I had set my water on the floor by my feet, and I was talking with my grandparents for quite some time. When I went to stand up and get a fresh drink for my Grandmother, my phone went tumbling downwards directly into my drink. I was furious, what are the odds that it would have dropped straight down into my drink at my feet, crazy odds, even crazier that even to this day, I still never remember when I leave my phone in my lap.
There are many more examples of me being absent minded, but I feel these are the a few of the instances that I can look back on and chuckle about. Now that I know being absent minded is a part of me, I am okay with it, because I usually can make up for my little mistakes on the run without being tripped up by the hurdles. Although being absent minded is a negative aspect about me, every mistake that I make I try to learn from. Since I forget about the little things so very often, I am doing an awful lot of learning from my own mistakes. I will continue to grow and learn from my mistakes, and one day it will all pay off for me.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Kid
Division Essay
To be a kid? What does it mean? For me, being a kid means many things, cheerful, friendly, innocent, naive, and trusting. Many different emotions are experienced for the first time while I was a child, and handling these emotions for the first time was mind rattling. From the feeling of betrayal, to the first crush, and finally the sweet sensation of victory. Being a child had its many loops, turns, and flips, while trying to figure my own mind out, now that I am starting to understand myself, now I can start to try and figure out this little thing called, life.
When I was 13 my parents split up, it was the most difficult thing that I dealt with as a kid. I felt betrayed by my parents, they always promised me us kids that they would always be together, but sometimes life doesn't work out the way we plan. It took me a long time to have normal conversations with either one of them, because I didn't understand why they couldn't just make it work. I later on understood that they had drifted apart years before, and there was nothing that they had not already tried to make it work.
When I was 5, I met my first crush, I always remember liking girls in church and my parents friends kids, but it was nothing like this. I got onto the playground, first day of school and saw Megan, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I asked her to be my girlfriend immediately, she accepted, but the next day I asked the rest of the girls to be my girlfriends. This was the start of the cycle, showing me how many girls are really out there, because back then I had no idea, but it is a humorous memory none the less.
When I was 12, I was one of two 6th graders to make the A team. This was a proud moment for me, but it was no victory. Our team worked hard all year, and went into the playoffs in first place. I did not get as much playing time as I would have liked, but I knew my time would come. We steam rolled through the tournament, all the way to the championship, and then we blew Hermon out in the championship game as well. This feeling of victory as a team, was my first of many feelings of victory, and defeat. I must say though, I learned much more from a loss, then I did from a victory.
Being a kid was a wonderful maze full of new feelings, colors, and sensations, but along the way it was all a learning experience trying to find my place in the world. I am still searching for my place in the world, but I keep having this feeling like that place is no where near here...
To be a kid? What does it mean? For me, being a kid means many things, cheerful, friendly, innocent, naive, and trusting. Many different emotions are experienced for the first time while I was a child, and handling these emotions for the first time was mind rattling. From the feeling of betrayal, to the first crush, and finally the sweet sensation of victory. Being a child had its many loops, turns, and flips, while trying to figure my own mind out, now that I am starting to understand myself, now I can start to try and figure out this little thing called, life.
When I was 13 my parents split up, it was the most difficult thing that I dealt with as a kid. I felt betrayed by my parents, they always promised me us kids that they would always be together, but sometimes life doesn't work out the way we plan. It took me a long time to have normal conversations with either one of them, because I didn't understand why they couldn't just make it work. I later on understood that they had drifted apart years before, and there was nothing that they had not already tried to make it work.
When I was 5, I met my first crush, I always remember liking girls in church and my parents friends kids, but it was nothing like this. I got onto the playground, first day of school and saw Megan, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I asked her to be my girlfriend immediately, she accepted, but the next day I asked the rest of the girls to be my girlfriends. This was the start of the cycle, showing me how many girls are really out there, because back then I had no idea, but it is a humorous memory none the less.
When I was 12, I was one of two 6th graders to make the A team. This was a proud moment for me, but it was no victory. Our team worked hard all year, and went into the playoffs in first place. I did not get as much playing time as I would have liked, but I knew my time would come. We steam rolled through the tournament, all the way to the championship, and then we blew Hermon out in the championship game as well. This feeling of victory as a team, was my first of many feelings of victory, and defeat. I must say though, I learned much more from a loss, then I did from a victory.
Being a kid was a wonderful maze full of new feelings, colors, and sensations, but along the way it was all a learning experience trying to find my place in the world. I am still searching for my place in the world, but I keep having this feeling like that place is no where near here...
Friday, March 26, 2010
Graf #10
I have had conversations with many people about the topic of medicinal marijuana, none of them have had the responses against the fact that my father has had. I have always been one to want to prove people wrong wrong in discussion, but it is not about that when my father and I get into discussions. I do not wish to prove my father wrong, however, what I do wish is to have him see my side of things, and the way I want to live my life is not wrong, because it really is not that far from the way I was raised. I chose to add a few things that I wanted for myself and for the people that I am close to, and I chose to remove a few things, but this is the side that is a little more difficult. For breaking a habit is much more difficult then making one.
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Works Cited
The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition. "Capitalism." Dictionary.com. Houghton Mifflin Company, 2004. Web. 26 Mar. 2010..
Capitalism: A Love Story. Dir. Michael Moore. Perf. Michael Moore. 2010. DVD.
The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition. "Capitalism." Dictionary.com. Houghton Mifflin Company, 2004. Web. 26 Mar. 2010.
Capitalism: A Love Story. Dir. Michael Moore. Perf. Michael Moore. 2010. DVD.
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As of right now, our state of Maine I do not believe that selling legal Marijuana for a profit is not an option, the dispensary locations have not even been decided, so the answer to the first question is still further down the road. I have heard many rumors, stating that corporations such as Marlboro have empty warehouses waiting to fill them up with Marijuana grow operations for mass production, but this is only hear say, I hope that localized business owners could stay in front of the corporations, to give the middle class a much needed boost. I do not know how efficient it would be to fuel cars with hemp, but it is a curious side topic to the real issue that I will find some answers too. My efforts to assist in legalization are by my voice, and my actions.
For example, my roommates and myself were having some issues with the parking situation at my apartment. Since there is still a parking ban in effect, we had to find ways to not get parking tickets, for our driveway is not big enough for all of the cars that need to be crammed into it. So we would park in front of the Doctors house across the street, no big deal right? Guess again, the doctor was very unhappy that the neighbors were taking his patients rightful parking spots during the weekdays. So the doctor relentlessly called the cops on anyone who was parked in front of his house during the hours of 12 am- 5 am. He was taking advantage of the system that is in place and we were getting $20 parking tickets left and right. It took us a few times to figure out that he was the pulling the strings, but once we did, we knew how to take advantage as well. From that day on I would park my car directly in front of his front door, during all normal business hours Monday-Friday, if I was home of course. I knew he would take notice and one day the confrontation would be there. All I wanted him to do from the beginning, was to come over and talk with myself or one of my roommates about the very simple solution that was in front of us, he clearly did not want to for some reason.
So one day my roommate walks inside, and alerts me that the doctor is furious outside, ranting about the “asshole in the Honda.” “Perfect,” I thought, so I strolled on outside to my car and walked up to the doctor, he was tending to his garden on his side of the fence. So I say, “So apparently they is a problem with the parking?” (Like I didn't know what the issue was, from his perspective and mine.) I was fully aware that having the parking spots in front of his house open for customers, this makes sense to me, but what doesn't make sense was the doctors route to a resolution. I went over to his turf, and voiced my opinion and educated a very well educated man about how my generation is not lost, we are just finding our way, and that we are all people, so why could he not come talk to me from the beginning? He tried to make up excuses, I rebutted all of his excuses with answers, not excuses, then proceeded to present my resolution. I left the neighbors property, with a fresh start with our neighbors, and all of my parking tickets paid for. All he wanted was to have it open for his patients, I showed him that my generation may be different from his, but that we do know how to solve quarrels in a respectable manner. This is a perfect example about how talking things out in life can work for the better, if we are all educated and can keep our heads on straight, this world could be a better place, it just takes the extra effort by all of us.
For example, my roommates and myself were having some issues with the parking situation at my apartment. Since there is still a parking ban in effect, we had to find ways to not get parking tickets, for our driveway is not big enough for all of the cars that need to be crammed into it. So we would park in front of the Doctors house across the street, no big deal right? Guess again, the doctor was very unhappy that the neighbors were taking his patients rightful parking spots during the weekdays. So the doctor relentlessly called the cops on anyone who was parked in front of his house during the hours of 12 am- 5 am. He was taking advantage of the system that is in place and we were getting $20 parking tickets left and right. It took us a few times to figure out that he was the pulling the strings, but once we did, we knew how to take advantage as well. From that day on I would park my car directly in front of his front door, during all normal business hours Monday-Friday, if I was home of course. I knew he would take notice and one day the confrontation would be there. All I wanted him to do from the beginning, was to come over and talk with myself or one of my roommates about the very simple solution that was in front of us, he clearly did not want to for some reason.
So one day my roommate walks inside, and alerts me that the doctor is furious outside, ranting about the “asshole in the Honda.” “Perfect,” I thought, so I strolled on outside to my car and walked up to the doctor, he was tending to his garden on his side of the fence. So I say, “So apparently they is a problem with the parking?” (Like I didn't know what the issue was, from his perspective and mine.) I was fully aware that having the parking spots in front of his house open for customers, this makes sense to me, but what doesn't make sense was the doctors route to a resolution. I went over to his turf, and voiced my opinion and educated a very well educated man about how my generation is not lost, we are just finding our way, and that we are all people, so why could he not come talk to me from the beginning? He tried to make up excuses, I rebutted all of his excuses with answers, not excuses, then proceeded to present my resolution. I left the neighbors property, with a fresh start with our neighbors, and all of my parking tickets paid for. All he wanted was to have it open for his patients, I showed him that my generation may be different from his, but that we do know how to solve quarrels in a respectable manner. This is a perfect example about how talking things out in life can work for the better, if we are all educated and can keep our heads on straight, this world could be a better place, it just takes the extra effort by all of us.
Capitalism?
The first time I smoked was in the middle of the cow pasture with my good friend Greg, from that point on I smoked on a weekly basis. It took some time to develop my connections, and be in a place where I could smoke more on a daily basis, to help calm my mind, but still keep me questioning wrong doings that I witnessed or experienced. I quickly learned that there are many different strands, and all of them effected my mind and my body in different ways. I was open and honest with my friends, and family about smoking from the beginning. My entire family knows that I smoke, and that I am always looking for a scenario to show people how this substance positively affects my life.
My primary problems with Capitalism in this country are not with the fundamental ideas of capitalism, which states that: An economic system in which investment in and ownership of the means of production, distribution, and exchange of wealth is made and maintained chiefly by private individuals or corporations, esp. as contrasted to cooperatively or state-owned means of wealth. (Site) My primary issues with capitalism are that of the direction in which our government has taken us. Which is away from success for all, and more towards success for the wealthy. Our government is intertwined with Wall St. and many corporations such as Countrywide Home Loans, or AIG, which facts about these corporations and there CEO's have come into the light. How Countrywide has waived millions of dollars in fees for each of there richest customers, but this company specializes in the lower class where regular American people are losing their homes everyday. All of the flexibility of this company is given away to the wealthiest people, so the poorest people have to live by strict, and rigid regulations. Or how about AIG getting a government bailout, then immediately turning around and giving the Board of Directors bonuses, then having a paid vacation for all of them with money out of yours, and my pockets.
My problem is not with capitalism, I like the idea of it, allowing individuals to do what they want for their careers, marry who they want, spend their money on whatever they choose, and if the individual succeeds, then they live within their means as a contributing citizen in our country, but if they fail they need to find ways other then government bailouts to stay a float. Capitalism has become top heavy, like any structure, there needs to be a strong base with deep roots to withstand any attacks, whether that attack is of natural, domestic, or foreign causes. With the way the corporations are being run, with the middle class jobs being sent over seas, but the products are being sent back. With the middle class, working jobs removed, along with the middle class pay, who will buy the products that these corporations are trying to sell? It's a nasty cycle which is internally destroying this once strong based country. I feel that we need to get back to our roots, and stop pumping money into the wealthiest groups of this country, but give the flexibility to people that are giving success everything they got, but they just need that extra push to get them to a place where maybe they can one day help out another citizen in need.
My primary problems with Capitalism in this country are not with the fundamental ideas of capitalism, which states that: An economic system in which investment in and ownership of the means of production, distribution, and exchange of wealth is made and maintained chiefly by private individuals or corporations, esp. as contrasted to cooperatively or state-owned means of wealth. (Site) My primary issues with capitalism are that of the direction in which our government has taken us. Which is away from success for all, and more towards success for the wealthy. Our government is intertwined with Wall St. and many corporations such as Countrywide Home Loans, or AIG, which facts about these corporations and there CEO's have come into the light. How Countrywide has waived millions of dollars in fees for each of there richest customers, but this company specializes in the lower class where regular American people are losing their homes everyday. All of the flexibility of this company is given away to the wealthiest people, so the poorest people have to live by strict, and rigid regulations. Or how about AIG getting a government bailout, then immediately turning around and giving the Board of Directors bonuses, then having a paid vacation for all of them with money out of yours, and my pockets.
My problem is not with capitalism, I like the idea of it, allowing individuals to do what they want for their careers, marry who they want, spend their money on whatever they choose, and if the individual succeeds, then they live within their means as a contributing citizen in our country, but if they fail they need to find ways other then government bailouts to stay a float. Capitalism has become top heavy, like any structure, there needs to be a strong base with deep roots to withstand any attacks, whether that attack is of natural, domestic, or foreign causes. With the way the corporations are being run, with the middle class jobs being sent over seas, but the products are being sent back. With the middle class, working jobs removed, along with the middle class pay, who will buy the products that these corporations are trying to sell? It's a nasty cycle which is internally destroying this once strong based country. I feel that we need to get back to our roots, and stop pumping money into the wealthiest groups of this country, but give the flexibility to people that are giving success everything they got, but they just need that extra push to get them to a place where maybe they can one day help out another citizen in need.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Contrast Essay
Contrast Essay
Growing up my brother and myself were two very different individuals. He was always the neat and orderly one, And I was always the messy one. Once we started making more and more friends, our differences in personality became even more evident. Jeff made friends that were struggling to even stay in school at a young age. Then, when they became of age to have their own place, Jeff ended up just getting walked all over by his so called friends. Our biggest differences exhist in discussion, we both disagree with whatever the other has to say, as a way of proving them wrong, and comparing to see who is brighter. We both leave feeling like we won, but should it really be like that? Have we been stuck in the same trend since Kane and Able?
When my parents would come into our shared bedroom, the yelling would start immediately. Telling Jeff how orderly his area was, and how messy I had made the rest of the room. Jeff would keep his bed made every day, while I didn't see much of a purpose in it, since I would just be messing it all up again that very same night. They were childish habits, but I still do not keep my bed made every night, and I am sure that my brother does.
Several of my brothers close childhood friends, did not graduate from high school, yet my brother was on the Honor Roll. This shows parts of his character, how he liked keeping company that he felt superior too, rather than feeling equal too. I did well in school, and zero of my childhood friends dropped out of high school. I believe this shows signs of my character, the company that I chose, and still choose to keep is that of equally hard working individuals. Rather than having my brothers friends rely on just him, my friends and myself are there fore each other in times of need. The relationships are different like that of a Two Way Street, with traffic lights and cross roads, compared to a One Way Dead End, which is in fact a Dead End.
Bickering is the way of discussing anything between the two of us, many of our immediate relatives leave the room whenever Jeff and I get into one of our heated discussions. As young boys we used to just kick the shit out of each other to resolve the debate, but over the years we have gotten much better at approaching the resolution with words, rather than fists. Being the oldest, my brother felt as if he was my second father, which I always felt having one angry dad was enough. Because of this natural feeling my brother had to raise me his way, I always fought off his attempts to lecture me, for the reason being I just didn't want to hear another one of his lectures, he wasn't my father. This caused many brawls between the two of us, brawls of both kinds, with words and actions.
One specific time, my brother was pissed at me for taking his seat on the couch, I felt like I had the floor all night and I wanted to sit on the couch. He felt betrayed by my actions and grabbed my hemp necklace and pulled me off the couch. I proceeded to push him into the fireplace and he fell hard. This pissed him off so much that he ran at me and we ended up crashing through the living room wall. My dad ran into the living room, picked us both up into the air and tore a whole in us like the one in his wall. We deserved it, but how can we get out of this ritualistic fashion of disagreement.
The relationship is steadily getting stronger, the primary reason is for certain that we have been through so much together, and we are family, we both realize this, and it always will make its way to the front of the problem to help solve the matter quicker. We will always clash about the big things in life, it is what we do as brothers, to help light a fire under the other. I hope once we are both where we want to be as fully achieving adults, that we can get over the meaningless bickering that does nothing to benefit anyone. My brother and I both have the skills to be successful in this world, the question is, can we make a difference, or are we going to be stuck bickering about the small things forever? This is the focus that we both need to have, I know I am working on my focus to stay the course, but I do wonder if my brother will be able to get out of this ageless trend of bickering over meaningless disagreements.
Growing up my brother and myself were two very different individuals. He was always the neat and orderly one, And I was always the messy one. Once we started making more and more friends, our differences in personality became even more evident. Jeff made friends that were struggling to even stay in school at a young age. Then, when they became of age to have their own place, Jeff ended up just getting walked all over by his so called friends. Our biggest differences exhist in discussion, we both disagree with whatever the other has to say, as a way of proving them wrong, and comparing to see who is brighter. We both leave feeling like we won, but should it really be like that? Have we been stuck in the same trend since Kane and Able?
When my parents would come into our shared bedroom, the yelling would start immediately. Telling Jeff how orderly his area was, and how messy I had made the rest of the room. Jeff would keep his bed made every day, while I didn't see much of a purpose in it, since I would just be messing it all up again that very same night. They were childish habits, but I still do not keep my bed made every night, and I am sure that my brother does.
Several of my brothers close childhood friends, did not graduate from high school, yet my brother was on the Honor Roll. This shows parts of his character, how he liked keeping company that he felt superior too, rather than feeling equal too. I did well in school, and zero of my childhood friends dropped out of high school. I believe this shows signs of my character, the company that I chose, and still choose to keep is that of equally hard working individuals. Rather than having my brothers friends rely on just him, my friends and myself are there fore each other in times of need. The relationships are different like that of a Two Way Street, with traffic lights and cross roads, compared to a One Way Dead End, which is in fact a Dead End.
Bickering is the way of discussing anything between the two of us, many of our immediate relatives leave the room whenever Jeff and I get into one of our heated discussions. As young boys we used to just kick the shit out of each other to resolve the debate, but over the years we have gotten much better at approaching the resolution with words, rather than fists. Being the oldest, my brother felt as if he was my second father, which I always felt having one angry dad was enough. Because of this natural feeling my brother had to raise me his way, I always fought off his attempts to lecture me, for the reason being I just didn't want to hear another one of his lectures, he wasn't my father. This caused many brawls between the two of us, brawls of both kinds, with words and actions.
One specific time, my brother was pissed at me for taking his seat on the couch, I felt like I had the floor all night and I wanted to sit on the couch. He felt betrayed by my actions and grabbed my hemp necklace and pulled me off the couch. I proceeded to push him into the fireplace and he fell hard. This pissed him off so much that he ran at me and we ended up crashing through the living room wall. My dad ran into the living room, picked us both up into the air and tore a whole in us like the one in his wall. We deserved it, but how can we get out of this ritualistic fashion of disagreement.
The relationship is steadily getting stronger, the primary reason is for certain that we have been through so much together, and we are family, we both realize this, and it always will make its way to the front of the problem to help solve the matter quicker. We will always clash about the big things in life, it is what we do as brothers, to help light a fire under the other. I hope once we are both where we want to be as fully achieving adults, that we can get over the meaningless bickering that does nothing to benefit anyone. My brother and I both have the skills to be successful in this world, the question is, can we make a difference, or are we going to be stuck bickering about the small things forever? This is the focus that we both need to have, I know I am working on my focus to stay the course, but I do wonder if my brother will be able to get out of this ageless trend of bickering over meaningless disagreements.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
ISearch Why
ISearch Why
Most people still shrug me off like I don't know what I am talking about, like politicians who never used the substance know better then an individual who uses it on a regular basis. There are some who will here my point of views, but still find negativity with what I do. I respond to them by saying, “you just can't live in that negative way...make way for the positive day.” (Bob Marley) People are critical of me for the reasons that they do not understand how I am succeeding but still using a drug that they have always been told is bad and unhealthy. We can be people that suck off of the power tit of our drowning government, and believe the propaganda that is fed to us, or we can find our own ways to make things happen, because the government lost sight of the “little guy” a long time a go. “Don't gain the world and lose your soul, wisdom is better then silver or gold.” (Bob Marley) Through my actions, I will show my own journey towards my vision of success, not the attempted brainwashing capitalistic outlook on success, which shows the people in power have it all, and the people below them have to beg for it. We are all brothers and sisters, so lets light one up and pass it around, puff puff pass.
There are many unanswered questions that I have on this topic as well:
In a capitalism, individuals have the right to choose what they want to do for a living, so could I choose to enter the marijuana trade, and still manage to stay on the legal side of the trade?
Would the trade turn into corporations? Or would it stay in localized businesses?
How can I help in the legalization efforts?
What is my first step? What is my second step? (so on and so forth.)
Would it be efficient to fuel cars with marijuana?
If so, how soon could the alternative be available for production?
Most people still shrug me off like I don't know what I am talking about, like politicians who never used the substance know better then an individual who uses it on a regular basis. There are some who will here my point of views, but still find negativity with what I do. I respond to them by saying, “you just can't live in that negative way...make way for the positive day.” (Bob Marley) People are critical of me for the reasons that they do not understand how I am succeeding but still using a drug that they have always been told is bad and unhealthy. We can be people that suck off of the power tit of our drowning government, and believe the propaganda that is fed to us, or we can find our own ways to make things happen, because the government lost sight of the “little guy” a long time a go. “Don't gain the world and lose your soul, wisdom is better then silver or gold.” (Bob Marley) Through my actions, I will show my own journey towards my vision of success, not the attempted brainwashing capitalistic outlook on success, which shows the people in power have it all, and the people below them have to beg for it. We are all brothers and sisters, so lets light one up and pass it around, puff puff pass.
There are many unanswered questions that I have on this topic as well:
In a capitalism, individuals have the right to choose what they want to do for a living, so could I choose to enter the marijuana trade, and still manage to stay on the legal side of the trade?
Would the trade turn into corporations? Or would it stay in localized businesses?
How can I help in the legalization efforts?
What is my first step? What is my second step? (so on and so forth.)
Would it be efficient to fuel cars with marijuana?
If so, how soon could the alternative be available for production?
Contrast Intro attempt #2
Contrast Intro's
Growing up my brother and myself were two very different individuals. He was always the neat and orderly one, And I was always the messy one. Over the years, we grew apart in some areas, such as our friends, he made friends that relied on him, and ended up walking all over him when they attempted to be roommates. I made friends that are there for eachother, and the relationship I have is that of a two way street, rather then a one way dead end. Our biggest differences exhist in discussion, we both disagree with whatever the other has to say, as a way of proving them wrong, and comparing to see who is brighter. We both leave feeling like we won, but should it really be like that? Have we been stuck in the same trend since Kane and Able?
Growing up my brother and myself were two very different individuals. He was always the neat and orderly one, And I was always the messy one. Over the years, we grew apart in some areas, such as our friends, he made friends that relied on him, and ended up walking all over him when they attempted to be roommates. I made friends that are there for eachother, and the relationship I have is that of a two way street, rather then a one way dead end. Our biggest differences exhist in discussion, we both disagree with whatever the other has to say, as a way of proving them wrong, and comparing to see who is brighter. We both leave feeling like we won, but should it really be like that? Have we been stuck in the same trend since Kane and Able?
ISearch Intro
Isearch Intro
The first time I smoked was in the middle of the cow pasture with my good friend Greg, from that point on I smoked on a weekly basis. It took some time to develop my connections, and be in a place where I could smoke more on a daily basis, to help calm my mind, but still keep me questioning wrong doings that I witnessed or experienced. I quickly learned that there are many different strands, and all of them effected my mind and my body in different ways. I was open and honest with my friends, and family about smoking from the beginning. My entire family knows that I smoke, and that I am always looking for a scenario to show people how this substance positively affects my life. Most people still shrug me off like I don't know what I am talking about, like politicians who never used the substance know better then an individual who uses it on a regular basis. There are some who will here my point of views, but still find negativity with what I do. I respond to them by saying, “you just can't live in that negative way...make way for the positive day.” (Bob Marley) People are critical of me for the reasons that they do not understand how I am succeeding but still using a drug that they have always been told is bad and unhealthy. We can be people that suck off of the power tit of our drowning government, and believe the propaganda that is fed to us, or we can find our own ways to make things happen, because the government lost sight of the “little guy” a long time a go. “Don't gain the world and lose your soul, wisdom is better then silver or gold.” (Bob Marley) Through my actions, I will show my own journey towards my vision of success, not the attempted brainwashing capitalistic outlook on success, which shows the people in power have it all, and the people below them have to beg for it. We are all brothers and sisters, so lets light one up and pass it around, puff puff pass.
The first time I smoked was in the middle of the cow pasture with my good friend Greg, from that point on I smoked on a weekly basis. It took some time to develop my connections, and be in a place where I could smoke more on a daily basis, to help calm my mind, but still keep me questioning wrong doings that I witnessed or experienced. I quickly learned that there are many different strands, and all of them effected my mind and my body in different ways. I was open and honest with my friends, and family about smoking from the beginning. My entire family knows that I smoke, and that I am always looking for a scenario to show people how this substance positively affects my life. Most people still shrug me off like I don't know what I am talking about, like politicians who never used the substance know better then an individual who uses it on a regular basis. There are some who will here my point of views, but still find negativity with what I do. I respond to them by saying, “you just can't live in that negative way...make way for the positive day.” (Bob Marley) People are critical of me for the reasons that they do not understand how I am succeeding but still using a drug that they have always been told is bad and unhealthy. We can be people that suck off of the power tit of our drowning government, and believe the propaganda that is fed to us, or we can find our own ways to make things happen, because the government lost sight of the “little guy” a long time a go. “Don't gain the world and lose your soul, wisdom is better then silver or gold.” (Bob Marley) Through my actions, I will show my own journey towards my vision of success, not the attempted brainwashing capitalistic outlook on success, which shows the people in power have it all, and the people below them have to beg for it. We are all brothers and sisters, so lets light one up and pass it around, puff puff pass.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Contrast Intros
Contrast Intro's
Growing up my brother and myself were two very different individuals. He was always the neat and orderly one, and he was always the rude one. Over the years, we grew apart in some areas, such as our friends, and sports that we played, but we also grew closer in other areas, such as being real with people, and getting our shit taken care of. Our biggest differences lie in discussion, we both disagree with whatever the other has to say, as a way of proving them wrong, and comparing to see who is brighter. We both leave feeling like we won, but should it really be like that? Have we been stuck in the same trend since Kane and Able?
How can we compare our parents? Loving them both equally, but in very different mannerisms.
With my Mom being there to show me love and compassion, but at the same time she shows me how cold the world can be. My Father is there to be the sturdy hand, to tell me everything that I do wrong, in his eyes of course. My Mom is much more leniant, and accepting of me, but I feel as if they want me to do what they want me to do, rather then have me find my own way and do what I want to do. Neither of them help me with school, my car, my rent, or any other bills. One is by choice, the other can not afford it or else my mom would give me whatever she had. This is yet another strong lesson to be learned from my mom about how cold this world can be, grab your mittens, its gonna be cold out there today.
Growing up my brother and myself were two very different individuals. He was always the neat and orderly one, and he was always the rude one. Over the years, we grew apart in some areas, such as our friends, and sports that we played, but we also grew closer in other areas, such as being real with people, and getting our shit taken care of. Our biggest differences lie in discussion, we both disagree with whatever the other has to say, as a way of proving them wrong, and comparing to see who is brighter. We both leave feeling like we won, but should it really be like that? Have we been stuck in the same trend since Kane and Able?
How can we compare our parents? Loving them both equally, but in very different mannerisms.
With my Mom being there to show me love and compassion, but at the same time she shows me how cold the world can be. My Father is there to be the sturdy hand, to tell me everything that I do wrong, in his eyes of course. My Mom is much more leniant, and accepting of me, but I feel as if they want me to do what they want me to do, rather then have me find my own way and do what I want to do. Neither of them help me with school, my car, my rent, or any other bills. One is by choice, the other can not afford it or else my mom would give me whatever she had. This is yet another strong lesson to be learned from my mom about how cold this world can be, grab your mittens, its gonna be cold out there today.
Isearch Background
My addiction to tobacco, can it be replaced with a non addictive substance? Will this work to help with the cravings, or would it be best to just go “cold turkey”? I will need a substitute, and a mild sedative to calm my nerves and to restrain my thoughts of killing everyone. (joke) I do not think that smoking marijuana will cure my heartburn troubles, but I do know that cigarettes are a major cause for heartburn, therefore quitting is becoming more then just an option. My ADD I have been able to keep in check without pharmaceuticals, or external assistance, I keep my own mind in check, does tend to slip on occasion, but I am strong willed and strong minded.
Not only can marijuana help with medical disorders, it is also good for paper, fuel, clothing, textiles, and food. These are essential resources that I use on a daily basis.
Fuel-for my car
clothing-on my back
paper-go green! Stay electronic, but if “going green” wasn't a new trend with businesses, then here is another source for strong paper. (the declaration of independence was written on hemp paper)
food-to add flavor to foods, for it is an herb
If marijuana is more like tobacco then alcohol- Will we be able to drive and smoke? Smoke in public?
If marijuana is more like alcohol then tobacco-Will OUI's take into effect with smoking? How could they test for it? (since marijuana stays in the blood stream much longer then alcohol) What will the punishment be for just having it on your person if pulled over?
Can it be a mixture of the two laws, along with some individual laws pertaining to marijuana's light effects?
Will the street prices be higher then the dispensaries? If so, will this force people of all ages to get registered in order to save their money?
Will the street prices be lower then the dispensaries? If so, will this take away from a lot of the legal business? Can the people that count on marijuana as their weekly paycheck, find a legal route to continue to pay the bills? Or will the have to just change their product? (if the street prices were unable to compete with the dispensaries)
Can the insertion of marijuana into today's medical world, help to boost the economy? Yes, In British Columbia the annual money brought in from BC bud is upwards of $7 billion. How could these numbers go unnoticed? With 85% of their BC bud being exported to the U.S.A.
How can I help in the legalization efforts? I have contacted my doctor, and spoken with him about possibilities for me getting registered. This is step one, step two: I will go to the local smoke shop, where they are trying to get a dispensary and I will ask them what I can do to help. Step 3: continue to do the things that the shop asks me to do in the legalization efforts. (fliers, pamphlets, general education/information for the public)
I know from my experience what certain substances will do to my mind, and body, for good or for bad. Alcohol tends to make my inhibitions go out the window, and I usually drink until my stomach rejects the alcohol. These are not good habits to have, especially if I were still drinking everyday. Marijuana on the other hand, I could smoke non stop all day long (which I have done) and the only side effects that I experienced were, hunger, being tired, and still had strong conversation. I have smoked every single day since I was 16, I plan on smoking everyday for the rest of my life. Marijuana does not tempt me to try other drugs, my friends do that enough, but marijuana actually makes me more careful. Since my reaction time is a split second longer, it makes my mind and mouth and actions react a split second slower, therefore a I move a tiny amount slower, but this helps me with tedious activities that I need to move slowly with anyways. If I smoke a blunt, then somebody were to bring out a bunch of heavy drugs out in front of me, from cocaine, to opium, and alcohol and ask me to try any of them or even all of them. I will say no, but if I drink a twelve pack, and you put the same substances in front of me, I will say yes, and I am speaking from experience. Marijuana doesn't make bad decisions for me, but alcohol has, and if I were to let it, it would continue to make bad choices for me. I am not a drinker, an addict, or a junkie, just a pothead, who is finding his place in the world. I will be able to smoke legally one day, that is a big reason why I chose this topic, for personal knowledge when people question my reasoning, or my facts about marijuana. I will hit them with the straight facts and knowledge of how my mind and body are affected by smoking, which is in a positive way. Smoking helps me to think positively, but also with a smile on my face. I have a real hard time being in a crabby mood when I smoke, it is too NATURAL for me to want to smile and enjoy the company of the people around me. (and enjoy myself, for I think this is very important in life) I see so many wrong things in this world, from 9/11 to the hurricane Katrina victims, when I see something that is natural and does not force peoples minds into a crazy tripped out corner, I have to fight for the things in my life that have steadily been there for me, my family, my schooling, my car, and marijuana have all been positive influences on my life. I will continue to seek out more positivity in life, and try my hardest to shed light on those shaded areas of gray.
Not only can marijuana help with medical disorders, it is also good for paper, fuel, clothing, textiles, and food. These are essential resources that I use on a daily basis.
Fuel-for my car
clothing-on my back
paper-go green! Stay electronic, but if “going green” wasn't a new trend with businesses, then here is another source for strong paper. (the declaration of independence was written on hemp paper)
food-to add flavor to foods, for it is an herb
If marijuana is more like tobacco then alcohol- Will we be able to drive and smoke? Smoke in public?
If marijuana is more like alcohol then tobacco-Will OUI's take into effect with smoking? How could they test for it? (since marijuana stays in the blood stream much longer then alcohol) What will the punishment be for just having it on your person if pulled over?
Can it be a mixture of the two laws, along with some individual laws pertaining to marijuana's light effects?
Will the street prices be higher then the dispensaries? If so, will this force people of all ages to get registered in order to save their money?
Will the street prices be lower then the dispensaries? If so, will this take away from a lot of the legal business? Can the people that count on marijuana as their weekly paycheck, find a legal route to continue to pay the bills? Or will the have to just change their product? (if the street prices were unable to compete with the dispensaries)
Can the insertion of marijuana into today's medical world, help to boost the economy? Yes, In British Columbia the annual money brought in from BC bud is upwards of $7 billion. How could these numbers go unnoticed? With 85% of their BC bud being exported to the U.S.A.
How can I help in the legalization efforts? I have contacted my doctor, and spoken with him about possibilities for me getting registered. This is step one, step two: I will go to the local smoke shop, where they are trying to get a dispensary and I will ask them what I can do to help. Step 3: continue to do the things that the shop asks me to do in the legalization efforts. (fliers, pamphlets, general education/information for the public)
I know from my experience what certain substances will do to my mind, and body, for good or for bad. Alcohol tends to make my inhibitions go out the window, and I usually drink until my stomach rejects the alcohol. These are not good habits to have, especially if I were still drinking everyday. Marijuana on the other hand, I could smoke non stop all day long (which I have done) and the only side effects that I experienced were, hunger, being tired, and still had strong conversation. I have smoked every single day since I was 16, I plan on smoking everyday for the rest of my life. Marijuana does not tempt me to try other drugs, my friends do that enough, but marijuana actually makes me more careful. Since my reaction time is a split second longer, it makes my mind and mouth and actions react a split second slower, therefore a I move a tiny amount slower, but this helps me with tedious activities that I need to move slowly with anyways. If I smoke a blunt, then somebody were to bring out a bunch of heavy drugs out in front of me, from cocaine, to opium, and alcohol and ask me to try any of them or even all of them. I will say no, but if I drink a twelve pack, and you put the same substances in front of me, I will say yes, and I am speaking from experience. Marijuana doesn't make bad decisions for me, but alcohol has, and if I were to let it, it would continue to make bad choices for me. I am not a drinker, an addict, or a junkie, just a pothead, who is finding his place in the world. I will be able to smoke legally one day, that is a big reason why I chose this topic, for personal knowledge when people question my reasoning, or my facts about marijuana. I will hit them with the straight facts and knowledge of how my mind and body are affected by smoking, which is in a positive way. Smoking helps me to think positively, but also with a smile on my face. I have a real hard time being in a crabby mood when I smoke, it is too NATURAL for me to want to smile and enjoy the company of the people around me. (and enjoy myself, for I think this is very important in life) I see so many wrong things in this world, from 9/11 to the hurricane Katrina victims, when I see something that is natural and does not force peoples minds into a crazy tripped out corner, I have to fight for the things in my life that have steadily been there for me, my family, my schooling, my car, and marijuana have all been positive influences on my life. I will continue to seek out more positivity in life, and try my hardest to shed light on those shaded areas of gray.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Classification Essay
Do other drivers piss you off? In my experience, there are three kinds of drivers in this world, The Erratic Driver, the Over Cautious Driver, and the Alert Driver. There is the Erratic Driver, this type of driver can seem to be fairly unpredictable on the road, with their tailgating and speeding, this person is the most hazardous to themselves and other travelers. Then there is the Over Cautious Driver, who is just as easy to spot as the Erratic Driver. They are normally going under the speed limit or close to it, this type of driver will slow up traffic, and in highly congested areas, they can be a hazard on the road from hesitating and not flowing well with the traffic. Finally, there is the Alert Driver, this type of driving style consists of paying attention to the surroundings, such as weather, potholes, and other traffic.
The Erratic Driver: Has a tendency of pissing off other drivers, with their erratic and unpredictable actions. They can be 100 yards behind you one second, and the next second they're so close that you can't read their license plate. They seem to always be in a hurry, whether they actually are in a hurry or not doesn't matter, the erratic driver is not a safe driver. Here's a tip from a recovering lead foot, you can't control other drivers, so pull your foot off the pedal, you can only affect your share of the road. Driving the speed limits will save you fines, and insurance hikes, and it will help you go with the flow of traffic.
The Over Cautious Driver: This type of driver also has the tendency to frustrate other drivers, especially the erratic driver. They seem to always be under the speed limits, even if they are doing the speed limit. This type of driver will always drive slow, even if startled. Driving with caution is not a bad thing, especially while in construction zones, at the scene of an accident, or inclement weather, but to drive like it's the blizzard of '98 on every passage is not kosher. Flowing with traffic has to happen as well as being alert and aware. So if the flow of traffic is 15 m/ph under the speed limit, flow with the traffic, drive with extreme caution, but if the traffic is flowing 5 m/ph over the speed limit, go with the flow.
The Alert Driver: This type of driver is normally flowing well with the traffic, and paying close attention to their surroundings. Since they are alert drivers, they pay attention to posted speed limits, and other roadway signs and signals. While going the speed limit, and flowing with the traffic, they have a better chance to avoid accidents caused by others, and assist in preventing accidents by driving defensively but with assertiveness. This type of driver will use hand signals, and gestures to alert other drivers to what move goes next. This is the type of driver that I strive to be, although it is a bumpy road.
Here is a scenario, at a 4-way stop sign, when 3 cars arrive simultaneously, the over cautious driver waits and just looks back and forth, she is going straight. The erratic driver is the second car, he is going left and rolls through the intersection, without a blinker, and goes before the other two cars. The third car is the alert driver, he stops at his stop sign, he watches the car roll through the intersection and decides to wait and let them get out of the intersection. Good decision, because if he had of gone straight, he would have been hit by the erratic driver that turned left through his lane. After this, the alert driver accelerated to the speed limit through the 4-way, and then the over cautious driver rolled slowly through the 4-way.
Now I'm not criticizing all old ladies, and saying that they all should lose their licenses because they drive slow, and I'm not saying all 18 year olds have lead feet. What I am saying, is that everyone can be an alert driver, it just takes the effort from the driver to not get distracted. The biggest distraction being cell phones, if cell phones were straight forward not allowed while driving, I believe that many scenarios could be avoided by just staying more alert on the task at hand, not what you have to do once you arrive at your destination.
The Erratic Driver: Has a tendency of pissing off other drivers, with their erratic and unpredictable actions. They can be 100 yards behind you one second, and the next second they're so close that you can't read their license plate. They seem to always be in a hurry, whether they actually are in a hurry or not doesn't matter, the erratic driver is not a safe driver. Here's a tip from a recovering lead foot, you can't control other drivers, so pull your foot off the pedal, you can only affect your share of the road. Driving the speed limits will save you fines, and insurance hikes, and it will help you go with the flow of traffic.
The Over Cautious Driver: This type of driver also has the tendency to frustrate other drivers, especially the erratic driver. They seem to always be under the speed limits, even if they are doing the speed limit. This type of driver will always drive slow, even if startled. Driving with caution is not a bad thing, especially while in construction zones, at the scene of an accident, or inclement weather, but to drive like it's the blizzard of '98 on every passage is not kosher. Flowing with traffic has to happen as well as being alert and aware. So if the flow of traffic is 15 m/ph under the speed limit, flow with the traffic, drive with extreme caution, but if the traffic is flowing 5 m/ph over the speed limit, go with the flow.
The Alert Driver: This type of driver is normally flowing well with the traffic, and paying close attention to their surroundings. Since they are alert drivers, they pay attention to posted speed limits, and other roadway signs and signals. While going the speed limit, and flowing with the traffic, they have a better chance to avoid accidents caused by others, and assist in preventing accidents by driving defensively but with assertiveness. This type of driver will use hand signals, and gestures to alert other drivers to what move goes next. This is the type of driver that I strive to be, although it is a bumpy road.
Here is a scenario, at a 4-way stop sign, when 3 cars arrive simultaneously, the over cautious driver waits and just looks back and forth, she is going straight. The erratic driver is the second car, he is going left and rolls through the intersection, without a blinker, and goes before the other two cars. The third car is the alert driver, he stops at his stop sign, he watches the car roll through the intersection and decides to wait and let them get out of the intersection. Good decision, because if he had of gone straight, he would have been hit by the erratic driver that turned left through his lane. After this, the alert driver accelerated to the speed limit through the 4-way, and then the over cautious driver rolled slowly through the 4-way.
Now I'm not criticizing all old ladies, and saying that they all should lose their licenses because they drive slow, and I'm not saying all 18 year olds have lead feet. What I am saying, is that everyone can be an alert driver, it just takes the effort from the driver to not get distracted. The biggest distraction being cell phones, if cell phones were straight forward not allowed while driving, I believe that many scenarios could be avoided by just staying more alert on the task at hand, not what you have to do once you arrive at your destination.
5 graf essay attempt 3
Please accept!!
Two glasses of root beer later, and I can feel it rumbling in my stomach. I am sitting in Pizza Hut with a couple friends, and I ordered greasy pizza and cheese sticks. What was I thinking? Here I am, drinking this once delicious root beer when it hit me. I can't drink soda on an empty stomach, I can't follow that soda up with something even more acidic then the soda, then I ingested the cheese sticks, which are soaked in grease. I can not believe that I just ordered all of this food, and now I have no appetite to eat it, I feel more like going outside and puking the soda up all over the parking lot.
My stomach was empty, and I chugged at least one glass of root beer before I even got my food to the table. This was my second mistake, my first mistake was going to Pizza Hut in the first place. With an empty stomach and nothing to soak up all of this heartburn that I am throwing down the hatch, kind of sounds like I was asking for it. I was young and naive, thinking that since I was young, I could eat anything, right?
Then the grease came next, pile a bunch of grease in the form of pizza and cheese-sticks on top fizzing soda, this sounds like a chemical reaction if the stomach acid gets involved. So I sit there and stare at the mound of food, that I failed to munch it all down. My stomach feels pregnant, it looks just as pregnant as I feel. There is something ugly brewing in the cauldron, and it was too late to stop it, the volcano was activated.
Now the acid was ready to enter the mix, now with carbonation, and grease, on an empty stomach, once they all hit the stomach acid it was like a mini Mt. Vesuvius inside of my gastric chamber. The lava flying this was and that, burning whatever it may land on. How can I compete with the acid? I sit up and it burns and seems to drain me of energy, when I try to lay down this is the worst. Any hope of sleeping was lost at this point, until serious signs of the twins, relief and recovery, show their kind faces. So I sat up in bed, leaning against the wall, waiting for them to come, and hoping that they would arrive before first sign of day light.
I am unable to look at Pizza Hut the same way, along with most other fast foods because this is a horrible sensation that is a guarantee if I drink soda on an empty stomach, or eat greasy food to many times in just a few short days. Through many experiences like this particular one, I have developed the ability to look at food and determine up front, if it will give me heartburn or not. What doesn't kill me, will make me stronger, so my tolerance for the regular pain has gone up due to dealing with heartburn on a weekly, sometimes daily basis. So the battle will rage on underneath my ribs, what will bend, and what will break?
Two glasses of root beer later, and I can feel it rumbling in my stomach. I am sitting in Pizza Hut with a couple friends, and I ordered greasy pizza and cheese sticks. What was I thinking? Here I am, drinking this once delicious root beer when it hit me. I can't drink soda on an empty stomach, I can't follow that soda up with something even more acidic then the soda, then I ingested the cheese sticks, which are soaked in grease. I can not believe that I just ordered all of this food, and now I have no appetite to eat it, I feel more like going outside and puking the soda up all over the parking lot.
My stomach was empty, and I chugged at least one glass of root beer before I even got my food to the table. This was my second mistake, my first mistake was going to Pizza Hut in the first place. With an empty stomach and nothing to soak up all of this heartburn that I am throwing down the hatch, kind of sounds like I was asking for it. I was young and naive, thinking that since I was young, I could eat anything, right?
Then the grease came next, pile a bunch of grease in the form of pizza and cheese-sticks on top fizzing soda, this sounds like a chemical reaction if the stomach acid gets involved. So I sit there and stare at the mound of food, that I failed to munch it all down. My stomach feels pregnant, it looks just as pregnant as I feel. There is something ugly brewing in the cauldron, and it was too late to stop it, the volcano was activated.
Now the acid was ready to enter the mix, now with carbonation, and grease, on an empty stomach, once they all hit the stomach acid it was like a mini Mt. Vesuvius inside of my gastric chamber. The lava flying this was and that, burning whatever it may land on. How can I compete with the acid? I sit up and it burns and seems to drain me of energy, when I try to lay down this is the worst. Any hope of sleeping was lost at this point, until serious signs of the twins, relief and recovery, show their kind faces. So I sat up in bed, leaning against the wall, waiting for them to come, and hoping that they would arrive before first sign of day light.
I am unable to look at Pizza Hut the same way, along with most other fast foods because this is a horrible sensation that is a guarantee if I drink soda on an empty stomach, or eat greasy food to many times in just a few short days. Through many experiences like this particular one, I have developed the ability to look at food and determine up front, if it will give me heartburn or not. What doesn't kill me, will make me stronger, so my tolerance for the regular pain has gone up due to dealing with heartburn on a weekly, sometimes daily basis. So the battle will rage on underneath my ribs, what will bend, and what will break?
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
5 Graf Essay attempt #2
Two glasses of root beer later, and I can feel it rumbling in my stomach. I am sitting in Pizza Hut with a couple friends, and I ordered greasy pizza and cheese sticks. Root beer, pizza, and cheese sticks, what was I thinking? At this point in time, I was just learning my new boundaries on certain foods and liquids that I am able to ingest. On top of heartburn causes 1, 2, and 3, my stomach was empty, nothing in there to soak up the acid, grease, and carbonation. So here I am, drinking this once delicious root beer when it hit me. I can't drink soda on an empty stomach, I can't follow that soda up with something even more acidic then the soda, then I ingested the cheese sticks, which are soaked in grease. I can not believe that I just ordered all of this food, and now I have no appetite to eat it, I feel more like going outside and puking the soda up and then just eating a slice of bread or two to soak the acid up. Which was quickly making it's way up my stomach lining and into my esophagus.
My stomach was empty, and I chugged at least one glass of root beer before I even got my food to the table. This was my second mistake, my first mistake was going to Pizza Hut in the first place. With an empty stomach and nothing to soak up all of this heartburn that I am throwing down the hatch, kind of sounds like I was asking for it. I was young and nieve, thinking that since I was young, I could eat anything, right?
Then the grease came next, pile a bunch of grease in the form of pizza and cheese-sticks on top fizzing soda, this sounds like a chemical reaction if the stomach acid gets involved. So I sit there and stare at the mound of food, that I failed to munch it all down. I barely touched the greasy pizza, but I felt like I ate everything in the restaurant. How could this be? My stomach feels pregnant, it looks just as pregnant as I feel. There is something ugly brewing in the cauldron, and it was too late to stop it, the volcano was activated.
Now the acid was ready to enter the mix, now with carbonation, and grease, on an empty stomach, once they all hit the stomach acid it was like a mini Mt. Vesuvius inside of my gastric chamber. The lava flying this was and that, burning whatever it may land on. How can I compete with the acid? I sit up and it burns and seems to drain me of energy, when I try to lay down this is the worst. Any hope of sleeping was lost at this point, until serious signs of the twins, relief and recovery, show their kind faces. So I sat up in bed, leaning against the wall, waiting for them to come, and hoping that they would arrive before first sign of day light.
I am unable to look at Pizza Hut the same way, along with most other fast foods because this is a horrible sensation that is a guarantee if I drink soda on an empty stomach, or eat greasy food to many times in just a few short days. I do my best now to avoid consuming heartburn in a jar, or in the shape of a triangle, but through many experiences like this particular one, I have developed the ability to look at food and determine up front, if its heartburn or no heartburn. It is at this point in time, after I decide if the food is safe to eat, whether my taste buds will actually enjoy the food. What doesn't kill me, will make me stronger, so my tolerance for the regular pain has gone up due to dealing with heartburn on a weekly, sometimes daily basis. So the battle will rage on underneath my ribs, what will bend, and what will break?
My stomach was empty, and I chugged at least one glass of root beer before I even got my food to the table. This was my second mistake, my first mistake was going to Pizza Hut in the first place. With an empty stomach and nothing to soak up all of this heartburn that I am throwing down the hatch, kind of sounds like I was asking for it. I was young and nieve, thinking that since I was young, I could eat anything, right?
Then the grease came next, pile a bunch of grease in the form of pizza and cheese-sticks on top fizzing soda, this sounds like a chemical reaction if the stomach acid gets involved. So I sit there and stare at the mound of food, that I failed to munch it all down. I barely touched the greasy pizza, but I felt like I ate everything in the restaurant. How could this be? My stomach feels pregnant, it looks just as pregnant as I feel. There is something ugly brewing in the cauldron, and it was too late to stop it, the volcano was activated.
Now the acid was ready to enter the mix, now with carbonation, and grease, on an empty stomach, once they all hit the stomach acid it was like a mini Mt. Vesuvius inside of my gastric chamber. The lava flying this was and that, burning whatever it may land on. How can I compete with the acid? I sit up and it burns and seems to drain me of energy, when I try to lay down this is the worst. Any hope of sleeping was lost at this point, until serious signs of the twins, relief and recovery, show their kind faces. So I sat up in bed, leaning against the wall, waiting for them to come, and hoping that they would arrive before first sign of day light.
I am unable to look at Pizza Hut the same way, along with most other fast foods because this is a horrible sensation that is a guarantee if I drink soda on an empty stomach, or eat greasy food to many times in just a few short days. I do my best now to avoid consuming heartburn in a jar, or in the shape of a triangle, but through many experiences like this particular one, I have developed the ability to look at food and determine up front, if its heartburn or no heartburn. It is at this point in time, after I decide if the food is safe to eat, whether my taste buds will actually enjoy the food. What doesn't kill me, will make me stronger, so my tolerance for the regular pain has gone up due to dealing with heartburn on a weekly, sometimes daily basis. So the battle will rage on underneath my ribs, what will bend, and what will break?
Classification Outro
Classification Outro
Now I'm not criticizing all old ladies, and saying that they all should lose their licenses because they drive slow, and I'm not saying all 18 year olds have lead feet. What I am saying, is that everyone can be an alert driver, it just takes the effort from the driver to not get distracted. The biggest distraction being cell phones, if cell phones were straight forward not allowed while driving, I believe that many scenarios could be avoided by just staying more alert on the task at hand, not what you have to do once you arrive at your destination.
Now I'm not criticizing all old ladies, and saying that they all should lose their licenses because they drive slow, and I'm not saying all 18 year olds have lead feet. What I am saying, is that everyone can be an alert driver, it just takes the effort from the driver to not get distracted. The biggest distraction being cell phones, if cell phones were straight forward not allowed while driving, I believe that many scenarios could be avoided by just staying more alert on the task at hand, not what you have to do once you arrive at your destination.
Classification Intros
Classification Essay Intro 1
With basketball there are many different ways to play the game, and still have a positive outcome on the team effort. Talking offensively strictly, I believe the strengths and weaknesses boil down into three categories. There is the sharp-shooter: This type of player uses off the ball screens and quick changes of direction to get open without the ball. There is the passer: This type of player will not look for their own shot, unless instructed by the coach or teammates to look to score points. They primarily facilitate and look to give the ball to open teammates. Then there is the play-maker: This prototype style of playing has the ability to create off the dribble for their own shot, or the best chance that their team has. This group also has the tendency of consisting of the best players in the history of basketball. From Reggie Miller who was the greatest sharp-shooter of all time, to John Stockton who was one of the greatest passers of all time, but the fact is, the playmaker #23 Michael Jordan is the greatest.
Classification Essay Intro #2
There are three kinds of drivers in this world. There is the lead foot, this type of driver can seem to be fairly unpredictable on the road, with their tailgating and speeding, this person is the most hazardous to themselves and other travelers. Then there is the little old lady, who is just as easy to spot as the lead foot drivers. They are normally going under the speed limit or close to it, this type of driver will slow up traffic, and in highly congested areas, they can be a hazard on the road from hesitating and not flowing well with the traffic. Finally, there is the alert driver, this type of driving style consists of paying attention to the surroundings, such as weather, potholes, and other traffic. They tend to flow well in traffic, and pay attention. Paying attention while driving is crucial to steering away from accidents, and towards smooth roads.
With basketball there are many different ways to play the game, and still have a positive outcome on the team effort. Talking offensively strictly, I believe the strengths and weaknesses boil down into three categories. There is the sharp-shooter: This type of player uses off the ball screens and quick changes of direction to get open without the ball. There is the passer: This type of player will not look for their own shot, unless instructed by the coach or teammates to look to score points. They primarily facilitate and look to give the ball to open teammates. Then there is the play-maker: This prototype style of playing has the ability to create off the dribble for their own shot, or the best chance that their team has. This group also has the tendency of consisting of the best players in the history of basketball. From Reggie Miller who was the greatest sharp-shooter of all time, to John Stockton who was one of the greatest passers of all time, but the fact is, the playmaker #23 Michael Jordan is the greatest.
Classification Essay Intro #2
There are three kinds of drivers in this world. There is the lead foot, this type of driver can seem to be fairly unpredictable on the road, with their tailgating and speeding, this person is the most hazardous to themselves and other travelers. Then there is the little old lady, who is just as easy to spot as the lead foot drivers. They are normally going under the speed limit or close to it, this type of driver will slow up traffic, and in highly congested areas, they can be a hazard on the road from hesitating and not flowing well with the traffic. Finally, there is the alert driver, this type of driving style consists of paying attention to the surroundings, such as weather, potholes, and other traffic. They tend to flow well in traffic, and pay attention. Paying attention while driving is crucial to steering away from accidents, and towards smooth roads.
Friday, February 26, 2010
5 graf essay
Two glasses of root beer later, and I can feel it rumbling in my stomach. I am sitting in Pizza Hut with a couple friends, and I ordered greasy pizza and cheese sticks. Root beer, pizza, and cheese sticks, what was I thinking? At this point in time, I was just learning my new boundaries on certain foods and liquids that I am able to ingest. On top of heartburn causes 1, 2, and 3, my stomach was empty, nothing in there to soak up the acid, grease, and carbonation. So here I am, drinking this once delicious root beer when it hit me. I can't drink soda on an empty stomach, I can't follow that soda up with something even more acidic then the soda, then I ingested the cheese sticks, which are soaked in grease. I can not believe that I just ordered all of this food, and now I have no appetite to eat it, I feel more like going outside and puking the soda up and then just eating a slice of bread or two to soak the acid up. Which is quickly making it's way up my stomach lining and into my esophagus.
So I give eating a shot, to see if I can stomach anything. The cheese sticks don't look as greasy as the pizza, so maybe I can get a couple of those down and try to soak all of this acid up. The first one goes down slowly, but my taste buds still seemed to enjoy the cheese stick, so I grabbed a second one. By the time I bit into the second one the pain became so sharp and blunt that there was no more eating now. No more avoiding the fact, there was acid burning through the lining in my stomach, feeling like a volcano had just erupted in my stomach and the lava is settling wherever it lands.
The acid is burning its way through my stomach and there are not many ways to relieve the pressure. I try Tums, this antacid is too weak. Then I chug some Pepto Bismol, but my stomach is still burning up. So I pulled out the big guns, the Zantac 150, now this was the one that had been working near every time. There are still those common cases where I can't relieve my heartburn with simple over the counter antacids. The last trick that I have up my sleeve to fight off the everlasting heartburn, that trick is warm water and salt, lots of salt. Now with the delicious, warm salt water, one of two things will happen when I ingest this. Number one being I stir it up and chug it real quick, and manage to keep it down. Number two being my stomach can't take any more stress and a purging is inevitable.
It is now 4 am and I need sleep, no matter what else is wrong, I just want and need to sleep. Have you ever tried to lay down with an active volcano in your stomach? In fact laying down is like turning the volcano on it's side and allows for easy entrance for the acid to work it's way north towards a way out. This is a regular thing now, eating food that I shouldn't be eating, and staying up late because my body won't let me. I climb out of my chair and stumble my way towards the bathroom. I get on my knees and begin to pray to Porcelana, the Goddess of Porcelain. I pray that she will allow me to confide in her and that she will relieve my pressure with a blur of purging.
I am unable to look at Pizza Hut the same way, along with most other fast foods because this is a horrible sensation that is a guarantee if I drink soda on an empty stomach, or eat greasy food to many times in just a few short days. I do my best now to avoid consuming heartburn in a jar, or in the shape of a triangle, but through many experiences like this particular one, I have developed the ability to look at food and determine up front, if its heartburn or no heartburn. It is at this point in time, after I decide if the food is safe to eat, whether my taste buds will actually enjoy the food. What doesn't kill me, will make me stronger, so my tolerance for the regular pain has gone up due to dealing with heartburn on a weekly, sometimes daily basis. So the battle will rage on underneath my ribs, what will bend, and what will break?
So I give eating a shot, to see if I can stomach anything. The cheese sticks don't look as greasy as the pizza, so maybe I can get a couple of those down and try to soak all of this acid up. The first one goes down slowly, but my taste buds still seemed to enjoy the cheese stick, so I grabbed a second one. By the time I bit into the second one the pain became so sharp and blunt that there was no more eating now. No more avoiding the fact, there was acid burning through the lining in my stomach, feeling like a volcano had just erupted in my stomach and the lava is settling wherever it lands.
The acid is burning its way through my stomach and there are not many ways to relieve the pressure. I try Tums, this antacid is too weak. Then I chug some Pepto Bismol, but my stomach is still burning up. So I pulled out the big guns, the Zantac 150, now this was the one that had been working near every time. There are still those common cases where I can't relieve my heartburn with simple over the counter antacids. The last trick that I have up my sleeve to fight off the everlasting heartburn, that trick is warm water and salt, lots of salt. Now with the delicious, warm salt water, one of two things will happen when I ingest this. Number one being I stir it up and chug it real quick, and manage to keep it down. Number two being my stomach can't take any more stress and a purging is inevitable.
It is now 4 am and I need sleep, no matter what else is wrong, I just want and need to sleep. Have you ever tried to lay down with an active volcano in your stomach? In fact laying down is like turning the volcano on it's side and allows for easy entrance for the acid to work it's way north towards a way out. This is a regular thing now, eating food that I shouldn't be eating, and staying up late because my body won't let me. I climb out of my chair and stumble my way towards the bathroom. I get on my knees and begin to pray to Porcelana, the Goddess of Porcelain. I pray that she will allow me to confide in her and that she will relieve my pressure with a blur of purging.
I am unable to look at Pizza Hut the same way, along with most other fast foods because this is a horrible sensation that is a guarantee if I drink soda on an empty stomach, or eat greasy food to many times in just a few short days. I do my best now to avoid consuming heartburn in a jar, or in the shape of a triangle, but through many experiences like this particular one, I have developed the ability to look at food and determine up front, if its heartburn or no heartburn. It is at this point in time, after I decide if the food is safe to eat, whether my taste buds will actually enjoy the food. What doesn't kill me, will make me stronger, so my tolerance for the regular pain has gone up due to dealing with heartburn on a weekly, sometimes daily basis. So the battle will rage on underneath my ribs, what will bend, and what will break?
Friday, February 12, 2010
Intro #1
Intro #1
Two glasses of root beer later, and I can feel it rumbling in my stomach. I am sitting in Pizza Hut with a couple friends, and I ordered greasy pizza and cheese sticks. Root beer(1), pizza(2), and cheese sticks(3), what was I thinking? At this point in time, I was just learning my new boundaries on certain foods and liquids that I am able to ingest. On top of heartburn causes 1, 2, and 3, my stomach was empty, nothing in there to soak up the acid, grease, and carbonation. So here I am, drinking this once delicious root beer when it hit me. I can't drink soda on an empty stomach, I can't follow that soda up with something even more acidic then the soda, then I ingested the cheese sticks, which are soaked in grease. I can not believe that I just ordered all of this food, and now I have no appetite to eat it, I feel more like going outside and puking the soda up and then just eating a slice of bread or two to soak the acid up. Which is quickly making it's way up my stomach lining and into my esophagus.
Two glasses of root beer later, and I can feel it rumbling in my stomach. I am sitting in Pizza Hut with a couple friends, and I ordered greasy pizza and cheese sticks. Root beer(1), pizza(2), and cheese sticks(3), what was I thinking? At this point in time, I was just learning my new boundaries on certain foods and liquids that I am able to ingest. On top of heartburn causes 1, 2, and 3, my stomach was empty, nothing in there to soak up the acid, grease, and carbonation. So here I am, drinking this once delicious root beer when it hit me. I can't drink soda on an empty stomach, I can't follow that soda up with something even more acidic then the soda, then I ingested the cheese sticks, which are soaked in grease. I can not believe that I just ordered all of this food, and now I have no appetite to eat it, I feel more like going outside and puking the soda up and then just eating a slice of bread or two to soak the acid up. Which is quickly making it's way up my stomach lining and into my esophagus.
Reaction
Graf #8
This person truly has fallen in, and out of love. They have a strong grasp on what falling out of love really means, therefore, they must have had the same feelings that I, myself have felt just like this. Fear, Dishonesty, and Selfishness are the three main reasons why I would say falling out of love just sort of happens. Fear: fear that I would be alone. Dishonesty: Not being able to say how we feel when we feel it, it is hard to recall feelings and emotions when one tries to do so later then when an emotional event happens. Selfishness: Love is not selfish, therefore, when one begins to become selfish once again, this is an underlying problem that they are falling out of love. I can not explain the intricate process of love and not love any better then this paper. Well done.
This person truly has fallen in, and out of love. They have a strong grasp on what falling out of love really means, therefore, they must have had the same feelings that I, myself have felt just like this. Fear, Dishonesty, and Selfishness are the three main reasons why I would say falling out of love just sort of happens. Fear: fear that I would be alone. Dishonesty: Not being able to say how we feel when we feel it, it is hard to recall feelings and emotions when one tries to do so later then when an emotional event happens. Selfishness: Love is not selfish, therefore, when one begins to become selfish once again, this is an underlying problem that they are falling out of love. I can not explain the intricate process of love and not love any better then this paper. Well done.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Rude B****
The beginning: I thought it was quite humorous that you chose job corp as your example, the first one that came to my mind was also from job corp....
Miranda and I walk in the side door of the job corps rec building, I look to my right there are a bunch of scruffy misfits all playing pool or running around the pool hall. What a mess this place was, but after all it is the rec building. I head towards the gym, there is an intramural game going on, the yellow team vs. the black team. I lace up and change into my gym clothes, then the rest of my team arrives and follows my lead.
The middle: It was 9:00 pm now, and the intramural game was coming to an end. My team was all laced up and ready to play when I hear a faint voice on the sidelines, “Kris come here quick!” Miranda blurted out. I jog over to her and ask “What babe?” “You can't play here, they are calling the cops. I don't believe her at first, then I see this women who appears as if she was just smelling bad cheese. I jog over to her and ask her why we can not play against her students. “Because your not cleared with security!” She snapped out at me. “I understand this, we can give our identification and get clearance if that is acceptable, we just came here to play basketball.” I tried to reason with her, but she clearly was nearing the end of her shift. When a selfish individual is on salary, why would they want to stay late so kids can play some late night basketball rather then go out and find some trouble to get into? I answered my own question, “a selfish individual.”
The end: The selfish lady does not like me questioning her “authority” so she calls the security guard over to assist in having us leave. This was the final straw, we had been invited to this facility by the students, to do something active and productive for the kids that attend the school and I was being escorted out by security? I felt disrespected, mistreated, and quite frankly, I was pissed off. The bean pole of a security guard walks towards me, I immediately alert him that he has no authority, and I do not need an escort because WE ARE leaving. If they did not want us there, that was fine, but the manner in which they were doing it was just wrong. Calling the cops on my team was wrong, we were not doing anything other then trespassing on a basketball court. We were not criminals coming there to rob them of every cent they had in this world, we were there to exercise, play basketball, and have some good old fashioned fun.
Miranda and I walk in the side door of the job corps rec building, I look to my right there are a bunch of scruffy misfits all playing pool or running around the pool hall. What a mess this place was, but after all it is the rec building. I head towards the gym, there is an intramural game going on, the yellow team vs. the black team. I lace up and change into my gym clothes, then the rest of my team arrives and follows my lead.
The middle: It was 9:00 pm now, and the intramural game was coming to an end. My team was all laced up and ready to play when I hear a faint voice on the sidelines, “Kris come here quick!” Miranda blurted out. I jog over to her and ask “What babe?” “You can't play here, they are calling the cops. I don't believe her at first, then I see this women who appears as if she was just smelling bad cheese. I jog over to her and ask her why we can not play against her students. “Because your not cleared with security!” She snapped out at me. “I understand this, we can give our identification and get clearance if that is acceptable, we just came here to play basketball.” I tried to reason with her, but she clearly was nearing the end of her shift. When a selfish individual is on salary, why would they want to stay late so kids can play some late night basketball rather then go out and find some trouble to get into? I answered my own question, “a selfish individual.”
The end: The selfish lady does not like me questioning her “authority” so she calls the security guard over to assist in having us leave. This was the final straw, we had been invited to this facility by the students, to do something active and productive for the kids that attend the school and I was being escorted out by security? I felt disrespected, mistreated, and quite frankly, I was pissed off. The bean pole of a security guard walks towards me, I immediately alert him that he has no authority, and I do not need an escort because WE ARE leaving. If they did not want us there, that was fine, but the manner in which they were doing it was just wrong. Calling the cops on my team was wrong, we were not doing anything other then trespassing on a basketball court. We were not criminals coming there to rob them of every cent they had in this world, we were there to exercise, play basketball, and have some good old fashioned fun.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Target Practice
Object
“The grass was real high this morning,” I thought to my self, “Dad is gonna flip out on that jackass again. How does he get away with being so lazy? Aren't older brothers supposed to be there to teach lessons, the only lesson I learned from Jeff was how piss off my dad. I can't slip up like him, if I didn't scoop up the land mines, Dad would throw me behind enemy lines with a shovel and tell me to fight my way out.” So I do my chores, then I climb up the giant tree to the tiny house where stockpile of acorns is being stored.
I see my first few victims, they are quite close, I shoot the test shot way up into the air, until I can longer see it. The slingshot passed the pre-firing test, and I was ready for target practice. The targets were so convenient, they had large black and white blotches all over their enormous bodies. These markings made for good targets when I had an audience and when I was feeling supernatural. I must have shot 30 or so targets before they finally caught on to my actions. I nailed all the targets within the range of my sniper tower, but my weapon did not have the range that was needed to hit the remaining targets.
I was determined to finish my target practice with a solid and resolute ending. I snuck my way out of the tree, to avoid being seen by the targets. I hopped the fence, and hit the ground running for a better spot, with cover. I get close enough to the first of my last targets, nailed it. Make my way around the creek for the next target, I have been seen, I rapid fire hard acorns out of my slingshot to ensure thorough accomplishment. The last few targets were quite far away from my house, so I decided to end target practice with this final strike of the day.
What did my parents expect I was going to do with my brand new sling shot? Walk around with it and only pretend to shoot at things? Use feathers as ammo? I do not know what crossed their minds when purchasing this present, but I was so glad the day they brought it home and gave it to me. It was the first time I thanked them for living in the middle of a dairy farm. The only way I knew how to thank them was to go out and shoot the closest, easiest, most amusing targets to shoot at, dairy cows.
“The grass was real high this morning,” I thought to my self, “Dad is gonna flip out on that jackass again. How does he get away with being so lazy? Aren't older brothers supposed to be there to teach lessons, the only lesson I learned from Jeff was how piss off my dad. I can't slip up like him, if I didn't scoop up the land mines, Dad would throw me behind enemy lines with a shovel and tell me to fight my way out.” So I do my chores, then I climb up the giant tree to the tiny house where stockpile of acorns is being stored.
I see my first few victims, they are quite close, I shoot the test shot way up into the air, until I can longer see it. The slingshot passed the pre-firing test, and I was ready for target practice. The targets were so convenient, they had large black and white blotches all over their enormous bodies. These markings made for good targets when I had an audience and when I was feeling supernatural. I must have shot 30 or so targets before they finally caught on to my actions. I nailed all the targets within the range of my sniper tower, but my weapon did not have the range that was needed to hit the remaining targets.
I was determined to finish my target practice with a solid and resolute ending. I snuck my way out of the tree, to avoid being seen by the targets. I hopped the fence, and hit the ground running for a better spot, with cover. I get close enough to the first of my last targets, nailed it. Make my way around the creek for the next target, I have been seen, I rapid fire hard acorns out of my slingshot to ensure thorough accomplishment. The last few targets were quite far away from my house, so I decided to end target practice with this final strike of the day.
What did my parents expect I was going to do with my brand new sling shot? Walk around with it and only pretend to shoot at things? Use feathers as ammo? I do not know what crossed their minds when purchasing this present, but I was so glad the day they brought it home and gave it to me. It was the first time I thanked them for living in the middle of a dairy farm. The only way I knew how to thank them was to go out and shoot the closest, easiest, most amusing targets to shoot at, dairy cows.
Friday, January 29, 2010
There can be only one...
...Kristofer M. Snyder
I've had a full beard since I was sixteen, I believe that each hair that falls out of the top of my head, is being replaced with two hairs on my face. I drive a 2008 Honda Civic 5 speed, I have fought hard to keep this car, so I do love it very much. I greatly enjoy exercise, playing sports, running, and stretching. Most of all, basketball is and will always be my mistress, I am always stealing time for her, and coming early and staying late at the gym just to get those few extra minutes with her. I currently reside in Bangor, but I am from a much smaller town called Winterport. Winterport is a small, quiet farming town that used to be a large port for loggers. Now a days, transportation is much different so this small town kept it's character through all the years. After the long days or even the short days come to an end, there is nothing that I enjoy more, then a natural green smoke. It clears me out and stimulates my mind when all my mind really wants to do is shut down. From the long weekdays, to the short weekends, I find a way to keep moving forward, because this is in fact my plan. Moving Forward.
I've had a full beard since I was sixteen, I believe that each hair that falls out of the top of my head, is being replaced with two hairs on my face. I drive a 2008 Honda Civic 5 speed, I have fought hard to keep this car, so I do love it very much. I greatly enjoy exercise, playing sports, running, and stretching. Most of all, basketball is and will always be my mistress, I am always stealing time for her, and coming early and staying late at the gym just to get those few extra minutes with her. I currently reside in Bangor, but I am from a much smaller town called Winterport. Winterport is a small, quiet farming town that used to be a large port for loggers. Now a days, transportation is much different so this small town kept it's character through all the years. After the long days or even the short days come to an end, there is nothing that I enjoy more, then a natural green smoke. It clears me out and stimulates my mind when all my mind really wants to do is shut down. From the long weekdays, to the short weekends, I find a way to keep moving forward, because this is in fact my plan. Moving Forward.
Inventory of 12'x12' Room
Detective (Graf 3)
At first glance it looked like a robbery, but he was suspicious that there was no break in at all. The door did not appear to be altered nor damaged, so what hurricane could have swooped through there and turned order into chaos? The clock radio was still playing music, therefore someone had been there recently. The chair was torn and tattered, along with the toy box tipped over with all its belongings thrown about the floor. A crib? This was a strong clue for him, there must have been a child that lived there, perhaps the robbery was not a robbery at all but only made to look like one. This appeared very suspicious to him, he wondered why if someone came here to kidnap a child they would have taken the time to tear the residence up? Very suspicious indeed, he turned the corner when he was tripped up by a tricycle, then he saw it. He saw the hurricane himself staring him right in the face, although this hurricane may have been only 3 feet tall, he could have torn up the entire house if the gates didn't stop him. It was hurricane Johnny, right there in front of him, he had to stop the hurricane, and stop the disaster before it consumed the entire house. So the battle raged on, until one day the hurricane will stop spinning out of control and steer his own course towards order rather than chaos.
At first glance it looked like a robbery, but he was suspicious that there was no break in at all. The door did not appear to be altered nor damaged, so what hurricane could have swooped through there and turned order into chaos? The clock radio was still playing music, therefore someone had been there recently. The chair was torn and tattered, along with the toy box tipped over with all its belongings thrown about the floor. A crib? This was a strong clue for him, there must have been a child that lived there, perhaps the robbery was not a robbery at all but only made to look like one. This appeared very suspicious to him, he wondered why if someone came here to kidnap a child they would have taken the time to tear the residence up? Very suspicious indeed, he turned the corner when he was tripped up by a tricycle, then he saw it. He saw the hurricane himself staring him right in the face, although this hurricane may have been only 3 feet tall, he could have torn up the entire house if the gates didn't stop him. It was hurricane Johnny, right there in front of him, he had to stop the hurricane, and stop the disaster before it consumed the entire house. So the battle raged on, until one day the hurricane will stop spinning out of control and steer his own course towards order rather than chaos.
Inventory of 12'x12' Room
Inventory of Johnathon's Room
-Carpet with entire city stitched into it
-Yellow dump truck
-Blue sippy cup tipped over (empty)
-Electric guitar
-Clock radio (playing country)
-Giant snoopy stuffed animal
-My old blue, sticker covered dresser
-Old wooden rocking chair
-Crib full of blankets, pillows, and an assortment of stuffed animals
-Box of diapers
-box of wipes
-notepad and pen (lots of scribbles)
-Mini train
Orange hard hat
-Green fold up chair (torn)
-Pile of pillows in the corner next to rocking chair
-Leap from learning system box
-Empty toy box, tipped over
-Basketball
-Old cell phone
-Shelf with mini toy baskets
a) Teddy bear, stuffed frog
b) Full of hot-wheels
c) Mr. and Mrs. Potato head (complete set)
-Carpet with entire city stitched into it
-Yellow dump truck
-Blue sippy cup tipped over (empty)
-Electric guitar
-Clock radio (playing country)
-Giant snoopy stuffed animal
-My old blue, sticker covered dresser
-Old wooden rocking chair
-Crib full of blankets, pillows, and an assortment of stuffed animals
-Box of diapers
-box of wipes
-notepad and pen (lots of scribbles)
-Mini train
Orange hard hat
-Green fold up chair (torn)
-Pile of pillows in the corner next to rocking chair
-Leap from learning system box
-Empty toy box, tipped over
-Basketball
-Old cell phone
-Shelf with mini toy baskets
a) Teddy bear, stuffed frog
b) Full of hot-wheels
c) Mr. and Mrs. Potato head (complete set)
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