Monday, August 30, 2010
Family,Pride&Parenting
One of the activities we had in our English 11 third period class was to create a poster to discover what we expect of others, Who we consider family, in our proud moment and our hopes and views on our future parenting techniques. some of the things that were brought up were; love, trust, caring, patience, loyalty accountability, responsibility, commitment, and honesty. We then refreshed on the subject in class today and we were given the prompt to describe the type of traits we would attribute to a friend, a girlfriend, or a co-worker. For a couple the traits I chose were loyalty, love, trust, honesty, and commitment. For a co-worker I need a trustworthy, honest, dependable and accountable teammate. Finally, from a class mate I expect a honest, trustworthy, hardworking and when the need comes, a responsible classmate.
Monday, July 19, 2010
"Wishing On A Buck Fifty" Autobiographical Narrative
Robert Moore
7/13/2010
Ms. Priester Autobiographical Narrative
Peer edit
“Wishing on a buck fifty”
I only wish for one thing now days. It is simple yet complex, easy yet difficult. It is to have my life back the way it was before all of it. All of the wishes, all of the angry outburst about chores, all of the hateful words spat at my mother, before I wished to get out of "Here". "Here" being anywhere that the rules didn't favor my wants. I lost my mother at age eleven, because of a wish I regret letting slip out of my mouth to this day. At age thirteen, I wished to leave the "rule-laden" home of my foster mother, to the youthful age of fourteen and "freedom" of my dad's home who, then I wished was never my father. At first I thought that at one time, people could wish to have what they want, especially little children and get what they want but afterward, I noticed that it became a greed and self indulgence thing and I started to wish away things that didn't work the way I wanted them to. I realized that in the end I wished away the best things in life because at the time they didn't seem to fit what I wanted. Some of the people who loved me the most were lost because of this angry impulse sleeping inside me. I wished up on four occasions for things to happen and they did but, they were the worst things to happen to me.
We lived in The Mariposa apartment complex in Vista, California. It was a dull but otherwise nice day for an outdoor activity and in our home we were just settling down from our school day and work. Our apartment was not the best, but it was home for us. It was a two bedroom, two bathroom and we had about six people in our home so it was chaotic and very structured. My brother and I had a futon that we slept on and my mother had her own queen sized bed that looked like it could fit two of her on it. My two other sisters were in the room across the hall and they each had a twin sized bed. The walls were whitewashed and the kitchen was standard, but an eyesore because of its lackluster and plain bluntness for a kitchen. It was March 17, 2004, sometime during spring break of the 4th grade year for me. My little brother hadn’t started school yet and Tinishia was in training to be a vet. Karie and I were both in school and she was both a year and two grades above me. My mother worked part-time at a senior citizen's home and Michael usually tagged along with her.
My mother was the head of the household and she knew it. She was born Michelle Denise Owens and she was one of three children my grandmother had. She was a strong woman and at 47 she was a strong woman for her looks and body type considering the fact that she was taller than my father and, taller or evenly measured with most men at 6'2 and 180 lbs. She had a healthy dark chocolate skin, the kind you see in movies and was no major in medicine, but could work her magic on anyone. My sister "tootie" and "nishia” were both just like their mom in her youth, both being unusually tall, Tinishia being 5'11 and Karie being 5'8. Michael and I were what people would call "lookers". We looked exactly the same and were posed to be very good looking men in our adult years. However, I was angry at the fact that my mother was telling me what to do and what not to do. I thought she was just being bossy because she was the older individual not because she was my mother. I kept on thinking "Why doesn't she believe me?! She never believes me! Why am I here if she doesn't believe me?" I started to feel years of hate from my childhood rise up and grab me like a vice grip. I felt envenomated by poison that was slowly enveloping me like a mind control drug. I was angry at my mother for telling me what to do. I hated the chores, I hated the food, I hated my brother, I hated this apartment, I hated everything, except for her... I never hated her so I wonder why I said it. I still wonder while she hit me did I say "I HATE YOU AND I WISH YOU WOULD DIE!!” It wasn't until I said this and my horrible wish came to life did I realize that my words were wrong. It was too late and on March 8, 2005, I lost my mother to Lung Cancer just a year after my spiteful words.
We then moved to my foster mother's home in San Marcos, California. We lived in a three bedroom, two bathroom home. It soon turned August 6th, 2006, it was an early end to the summer and fall had come quickly. There were five people in our home, My foster mother Kathy, who was a successful childcare provider, my sister Tatyana who was a super tomboy at age eleven, my blood brother Michael who was growing up to be a devil in the sexiest body according to my mom, my older sister Precious who was going through her rebellious stage as well, And finally my brother Davin, who was a young boy looking for a role model and I just happened to be that role model. I don't know what happened that day other than what I've been told and what I've heard. My foster mother and I were arguing about my chores and how I needed to grow up and learn how to do them right. However I wasn't listening because all it reminded me of was the small voice in my head the day of my biological mom and I had our argument. I kept on thinking “I wish this would all stop and I can go back". In a lucky break my social worker came and asked me if I wanted to go live with my dad. I thought about it and quickly replied yes as I felt the guilt creep over me like I had signed a deal with the devil in my own blood. I was growing up and I had all of my teenage hormones running so I couldn't judge or assess the situation appropriately. However, the angry part of me grabbed a hold of me and started to soothe me into believing that I was making the right decision. The inside voice continued to spit its propaganda " Rules suck and there should be no reason why you have to do them all day there stupid pointless and make no money for you". I just felt overworked, in school I was struggling, I then had to deal with my foster mom's daycare just caused me to be on the brink of an emotional breakdown or explosion. “Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned”.
We were living in a one bedroom house in San Diego however, in the beginning of 2009, we moved into a three bedroom, two bathroom house next to O'Farrell Community school and on the "four corners of death" and the place improperly called the "ghetto”. My biological brother Michael came with us and with him his 1,000 mile "yarns" and his cute smile that hid all his hyperactive inner self. My father, James Moore who was sixty-four at the time was a Vietnam veteran and seemed to know everything about anything but lacked communication skills with his own son. Shenae, my older sister who was an overly hyperactive adult who was always cool with older kids but couldn't stand younger children. Then my two nieces followed behind her, making all little children cry, or scared in their wake. At first, I thought that it would be better but I soon realized the exact opposite, after the state canceled my foster care checks he started to become stricter and started giving out whippings. I tried to walk out and go back to Kathy's but he beat me and told me I wouldn't go anywhere. I just remember I kept on wishing "I wish I can go to the perfect place for me and my brother”. I kept on thinking "what have I done now?”
It wasn't until my dad got into a fight and jumped me that I wished to just go back home and go stay with Kathy. It was then I got away and stayed over next door at my friends for a week and I came home to take a shower that I was set up by my sister and my dad and they called the police on me ten minutes before I entered the house. I tried to apologize for my "bad" behavior and take a shower but my sister stopped me and claimed that I tried to rape her & her nieces as well as my little brother. I denied all these charges considering I was never in the house to do such thing let alone very attempt or think about them. She fought me and I won easily, due to the fact she was drunk and my father wasn't in the room, after that he blocked me in my room telling me "they're going to get you this time" and my sister tried to stab me and I laughed saying go ahead, "we'll both burn in hell, me for hitting a woman and you stabbing me when I was innocent". That’s when I was removed by social services and then whisked off to group home after group home to end up at San Pasqual Academy exactly where I wished to be.
The end result was the same, I got what I wished for and I just have to live with it and learn from my mistakes. I lost a mother, and I lost my view of what was good for me and let what my teen hormones wanted me to do take over. There are many things I wish I could reverse but I can say that I wouldn't be in a place like San Pasqual Academy where I can get an education and get my life back together without those bad decisions. At first I thought that at one time, people could wish to have what they want, especially when we are little children and get what we want. Afterward I noticed that it became a greed driven, self indulgence and anger controlled lifestyle and I started to wish away things that didn't work the way I wanted them to. I realized that in the end I wished away the best things in life because at the time they didn't seem to fit what I wanted. Some of the people who loved me the best were lost to be because of this want. My anger controlled me and took the best parts of my life and left me with the ashes. “You will not be punished for your anger; you will be punished by your anger”.
7/13/2010
Ms. Priester Autobiographical Narrative
Peer edit
“Wishing on a buck fifty”
I only wish for one thing now days. It is simple yet complex, easy yet difficult. It is to have my life back the way it was before all of it. All of the wishes, all of the angry outburst about chores, all of the hateful words spat at my mother, before I wished to get out of "Here". "Here" being anywhere that the rules didn't favor my wants. I lost my mother at age eleven, because of a wish I regret letting slip out of my mouth to this day. At age thirteen, I wished to leave the "rule-laden" home of my foster mother, to the youthful age of fourteen and "freedom" of my dad's home who, then I wished was never my father. At first I thought that at one time, people could wish to have what they want, especially little children and get what they want but afterward, I noticed that it became a greed and self indulgence thing and I started to wish away things that didn't work the way I wanted them to. I realized that in the end I wished away the best things in life because at the time they didn't seem to fit what I wanted. Some of the people who loved me the most were lost because of this angry impulse sleeping inside me. I wished up on four occasions for things to happen and they did but, they were the worst things to happen to me.
We lived in The Mariposa apartment complex in Vista, California. It was a dull but otherwise nice day for an outdoor activity and in our home we were just settling down from our school day and work. Our apartment was not the best, but it was home for us. It was a two bedroom, two bathroom and we had about six people in our home so it was chaotic and very structured. My brother and I had a futon that we slept on and my mother had her own queen sized bed that looked like it could fit two of her on it. My two other sisters were in the room across the hall and they each had a twin sized bed. The walls were whitewashed and the kitchen was standard, but an eyesore because of its lackluster and plain bluntness for a kitchen. It was March 17, 2004, sometime during spring break of the 4th grade year for me. My little brother hadn’t started school yet and Tinishia was in training to be a vet. Karie and I were both in school and she was both a year and two grades above me. My mother worked part-time at a senior citizen's home and Michael usually tagged along with her.
My mother was the head of the household and she knew it. She was born Michelle Denise Owens and she was one of three children my grandmother had. She was a strong woman and at 47 she was a strong woman for her looks and body type considering the fact that she was taller than my father and, taller or evenly measured with most men at 6'2 and 180 lbs. She had a healthy dark chocolate skin, the kind you see in movies and was no major in medicine, but could work her magic on anyone. My sister "tootie" and "nishia” were both just like their mom in her youth, both being unusually tall, Tinishia being 5'11 and Karie being 5'8. Michael and I were what people would call "lookers". We looked exactly the same and were posed to be very good looking men in our adult years. However, I was angry at the fact that my mother was telling me what to do and what not to do. I thought she was just being bossy because she was the older individual not because she was my mother. I kept on thinking "Why doesn't she believe me?! She never believes me! Why am I here if she doesn't believe me?" I started to feel years of hate from my childhood rise up and grab me like a vice grip. I felt envenomated by poison that was slowly enveloping me like a mind control drug. I was angry at my mother for telling me what to do. I hated the chores, I hated the food, I hated my brother, I hated this apartment, I hated everything, except for her... I never hated her so I wonder why I said it. I still wonder while she hit me did I say "I HATE YOU AND I WISH YOU WOULD DIE!!” It wasn't until I said this and my horrible wish came to life did I realize that my words were wrong. It was too late and on March 8, 2005, I lost my mother to Lung Cancer just a year after my spiteful words.
We then moved to my foster mother's home in San Marcos, California. We lived in a three bedroom, two bathroom home. It soon turned August 6th, 2006, it was an early end to the summer and fall had come quickly. There were five people in our home, My foster mother Kathy, who was a successful childcare provider, my sister Tatyana who was a super tomboy at age eleven, my blood brother Michael who was growing up to be a devil in the sexiest body according to my mom, my older sister Precious who was going through her rebellious stage as well, And finally my brother Davin, who was a young boy looking for a role model and I just happened to be that role model. I don't know what happened that day other than what I've been told and what I've heard. My foster mother and I were arguing about my chores and how I needed to grow up and learn how to do them right. However I wasn't listening because all it reminded me of was the small voice in my head the day of my biological mom and I had our argument. I kept on thinking “I wish this would all stop and I can go back". In a lucky break my social worker came and asked me if I wanted to go live with my dad. I thought about it and quickly replied yes as I felt the guilt creep over me like I had signed a deal with the devil in my own blood. I was growing up and I had all of my teenage hormones running so I couldn't judge or assess the situation appropriately. However, the angry part of me grabbed a hold of me and started to soothe me into believing that I was making the right decision. The inside voice continued to spit its propaganda " Rules suck and there should be no reason why you have to do them all day there stupid pointless and make no money for you". I just felt overworked, in school I was struggling, I then had to deal with my foster mom's daycare just caused me to be on the brink of an emotional breakdown or explosion. “Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned”.
We were living in a one bedroom house in San Diego however, in the beginning of 2009, we moved into a three bedroom, two bathroom house next to O'Farrell Community school and on the "four corners of death" and the place improperly called the "ghetto”. My biological brother Michael came with us and with him his 1,000 mile "yarns" and his cute smile that hid all his hyperactive inner self. My father, James Moore who was sixty-four at the time was a Vietnam veteran and seemed to know everything about anything but lacked communication skills with his own son. Shenae, my older sister who was an overly hyperactive adult who was always cool with older kids but couldn't stand younger children. Then my two nieces followed behind her, making all little children cry, or scared in their wake. At first, I thought that it would be better but I soon realized the exact opposite, after the state canceled my foster care checks he started to become stricter and started giving out whippings. I tried to walk out and go back to Kathy's but he beat me and told me I wouldn't go anywhere. I just remember I kept on wishing "I wish I can go to the perfect place for me and my brother”. I kept on thinking "what have I done now?”
It wasn't until my dad got into a fight and jumped me that I wished to just go back home and go stay with Kathy. It was then I got away and stayed over next door at my friends for a week and I came home to take a shower that I was set up by my sister and my dad and they called the police on me ten minutes before I entered the house. I tried to apologize for my "bad" behavior and take a shower but my sister stopped me and claimed that I tried to rape her & her nieces as well as my little brother. I denied all these charges considering I was never in the house to do such thing let alone very attempt or think about them. She fought me and I won easily, due to the fact she was drunk and my father wasn't in the room, after that he blocked me in my room telling me "they're going to get you this time" and my sister tried to stab me and I laughed saying go ahead, "we'll both burn in hell, me for hitting a woman and you stabbing me when I was innocent". That’s when I was removed by social services and then whisked off to group home after group home to end up at San Pasqual Academy exactly where I wished to be.
The end result was the same, I got what I wished for and I just have to live with it and learn from my mistakes. I lost a mother, and I lost my view of what was good for me and let what my teen hormones wanted me to do take over. There are many things I wish I could reverse but I can say that I wouldn't be in a place like San Pasqual Academy where I can get an education and get my life back together without those bad decisions. At first I thought that at one time, people could wish to have what they want, especially when we are little children and get what we want. Afterward I noticed that it became a greed driven, self indulgence and anger controlled lifestyle and I started to wish away things that didn't work the way I wanted them to. I realized that in the end I wished away the best things in life because at the time they didn't seem to fit what I wanted. Some of the people who loved me the best were lost to be because of this want. My anger controlled me and took the best parts of my life and left me with the ashes. “You will not be punished for your anger; you will be punished by your anger”.
Friday, July 9, 2010
New Piglett
I might be getting a baby Miniature pig sometime withing the next 2 months or so. It will either be a girl named Charlotte or a boy named Lucky and they will be vet approved and ready to take on the world soon! they are bred to be small and they max out at 35 pounds at the most and are as small as a cat. They are very smart animals and are scientifically smarter than dogs! they only take seeing something done 3-5 time before they know how to do it so they will have to be child-proofed for about a month so they don't go wild in the house. They will be a handful and they will have to be walked everyday to keep them from being lazy and will be potty-trained as well. I personally look forward to this challenge and they will be available for people to play with and walk anytime they aren't with me. I hope to get them soon and I will post real pictures soon!!!
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Brain Break
Today I am writing about my new game that I bought for ps3 which is called White Knight Chronicles : International Edition. This game is an RPG type game based off some building blocks that made the Kingdom Hearts series and the Final Fantasy franchise.White Knight Chronicles is an epic fantasy tale about two kingdoms in midst of a longstanding war. The King of Balandor, wishing to put an end to the war, invites the duke of Faria to his castle to celebrate his daughter's coming of age. But this celebration is sabotaged by the Magi, a rogue sect seeking to steal the White Knight, an ancient weapon of war sealed beneath Balandor castle, in order to take over the world. During the ensuing chaos, a young man named Leonard accidentally unlocks the power of the White Knight as he attempts to save the princess. With this power, Leonard manages to fend off the Magi attack, but not before they escape with the princess. With the kingdoms in chaos, Leonard is entrusted with the mission to find the Magi and rescue the princess. With the help of his trusted companions, they travel throughout Balandor and beyond on a quest to save the princess before the Magi unlock the other knights. The journey is fraught with danger, with Magi warriors at every turn, mythical beasts and monsters to battle, and forbidden powers revealed. As Leonard learns more about the power of the Knight, he realizes that unsealing all of them could trigger a calamity that could end the world.
This game is Rated T for teen gamers and is not recommended for players not use to the final fantasy game base because of the turn based combat is difficult to learn. Overall I would give this game a 8/10 for the RPG gamer and a 5/10 for the first-person shooter type gamer (due to the turn-based combat)
This game is Rated T for teen gamers and is not recommended for players not use to the final fantasy game base because of the turn based combat is difficult to learn. Overall I would give this game a 8/10 for the RPG gamer and a 5/10 for the first-person shooter type gamer (due to the turn-based combat)
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Adam Savage from "Mythbusters"
Adam Savage of "Mythbusters" discusses his weird obsession to just "copy" his own copy of famous props in the movie buisness to making full scale copies of the famous Dodo bird skeleton to the Maltese Falcon from the book "The Maltese Falcon"
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Jonathan Harris at TED 2007
Jonathan Harris at the TED 2007 conference talking about using the internet as a tool to socially measure peoples feelings on a mass scale. I feel like this is a great tool that can help alot of people connect as well as learn about the world around them not seen everyday.
Benjamin Wallace: Price Of Happiness
Benjamin Wallace talks about the price of happiness and the human prospective on what makes people truly happy. Also, he solves a important long running feud on whether money can buy happiness in everyone and whether it truly is worth every dime!
Monday, June 28, 2010
Yossi Vardi "Blogging 101 for Men"
Yossi Vardi at his TED conference about blogging and posture for men. Really funny and a eye-opener as well as he makes it funny while explaining something really serious!
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Brain Break
So this is the first of hopefully many post I will place on my blog capturing the image of my choice during a 5 minute break in summer school. So today the story is on the 2010 FIFA World Cup and the back story of the Boateng brothers. Both have the same father from Ghana and diffrent mothers who raised them, Jerome Boateng, represents Germany as a midfielder and his brother, Kevin-Prince Boateng, represents his homeland of Ghana. However, there is a problem between the two brothers involving the injury of Germany's famed player, Michael Ballack. On May 15, Kevin-Prince hacked down Germany's famed midfielder, causing injury and breaking his world cup dream. His brother supported him but, the red card he earned was warranted to happen and that was what he got. The brothers refused to talk and will face each other. If Serbia beats Australia it will be impossible for both brothers to continue.
Friday, May 14, 2010
My favorite poet
Here's a famous poem by langston hughes
Over There,World War II. Dear Fellow Americans, I write this letter Hoping times will be betterWhen this warIs through.I'm a Tan-skinned YankDriving a tank.I ask, WILL V-DAYBE ME-DAY, TOO?I wear a U. S. uniform.I've done the enemy much harm,I've driven backThe Germans and the Japs,From Burma to the Rhine.On every battle line,I've dropped defeat Into the Fascists' laps.
I am a------AmericanOut to defend my land. Army, Navy, Air Corps--I am there. I take munitions through, I fight--or stevedore, too. I face death the same as you do Everywhere. I've seen my buddy lyingWhere he fell. I've watched him dying. I promised him that I would try To make our land a land Where his son could be a man--
And there'd be no Jim Crow birdsLeft in our sky. So this is what I want to know:When we see Victory's glow, Will you still let old Jim CrowHold me back? When all those foreign folks who've waited--Italians, Chinese, Danes--are liberated. Will I still be ill-fated Because I'm black? Here in my own, my native land, Will the Jim Crow laws still stand? Will Dixie lynch me still When I return? Or will you comrades in armsFrom the factories and the farms
,Have learned what this warWas fought for us to learn? When I take off my uniform, Will I be safe from harm--Or will you do me As the Germans did the Jews? When I've helped this world to save,Shall I still be color's slave? Or will Victory changeYour antiquated views? You can't say I didn't fight To smash the Fascists' might.
You can't say I wasn't with you in each battle. As a soldier, and a friend. When this war comes to an end, Will you herd me in a Jim Crow car Like cattle? Or will you stand up like a man At home and take your stand For Democracy? That's all I ask of you.When we lay the guns away To celebrateOur Victory Day WILL V-DAY BE ME-DAY, TOO? That's what I want to know.Sincerely,GI Joe. Langston Hughes
Over There,World War II. Dear Fellow Americans, I write this letter Hoping times will be betterWhen this warIs through.I'm a Tan-skinned YankDriving a tank.I ask, WILL V-DAYBE ME-DAY, TOO?I wear a U. S. uniform.I've done the enemy much harm,I've driven backThe Germans and the Japs,From Burma to the Rhine.On every battle line,I've dropped defeat Into the Fascists' laps.
I am a------AmericanOut to defend my land. Army, Navy, Air Corps--I am there. I take munitions through, I fight--or stevedore, too. I face death the same as you do Everywhere. I've seen my buddy lyingWhere he fell. I've watched him dying. I promised him that I would try To make our land a land Where his son could be a man--
And there'd be no Jim Crow birdsLeft in our sky. So this is what I want to know:When we see Victory's glow, Will you still let old Jim CrowHold me back? When all those foreign folks who've waited--Italians, Chinese, Danes--are liberated. Will I still be ill-fated Because I'm black? Here in my own, my native land, Will the Jim Crow laws still stand? Will Dixie lynch me still When I return? Or will you comrades in armsFrom the factories and the farms
,Have learned what this warWas fought for us to learn? When I take off my uniform, Will I be safe from harm--Or will you do me As the Germans did the Jews? When I've helped this world to save,Shall I still be color's slave? Or will Victory changeYour antiquated views? You can't say I didn't fight To smash the Fascists' might.
You can't say I wasn't with you in each battle. As a soldier, and a friend. When this war comes to an end, Will you herd me in a Jim Crow car Like cattle? Or will you stand up like a man At home and take your stand For Democracy? That's all I ask of you.When we lay the guns away To celebrateOur Victory Day WILL V-DAY BE ME-DAY, TOO? That's what I want to know.Sincerely,GI Joe. Langston Hughes
"To Kill a Mockingbird" poem
This time we aren't fighting the Yankees,
We’re fighting our friends. But remember this, no matter
How bitter things get, they're still our friends and this is still our home.
Well, it'd be sort of like shootin' a mockingbird, wouldn't it...?
"But around here once you have a……..
Drop of Negro blood……….
That makes you all black."
I guess Tom was tired of white men's chances and preferred to take his own.
You never really understand a person
Until you consider things from his
Point of view...
until you climb into his skin and walk around in it… However,
In our courts, when it's a white man's word
Against
A black man's,
The white man always wins.
I had never seen our neighborhood from this angle.
We’re fighting our friends. But remember this, no matter
How bitter things get, they're still our friends and this is still our home.
Well, it'd be sort of like shootin' a mockingbird, wouldn't it...?
"But around here once you have a……..
Drop of Negro blood……….
That makes you all black."
I guess Tom was tired of white men's chances and preferred to take his own.
You never really understand a person
Until you consider things from his
Point of view...
until you climb into his skin and walk around in it… However,
In our courts, when it's a white man's word
Against
A black man's,
The white man always wins.
I had never seen our neighborhood from this angle.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Free write
So today is the 7th of may and im am so tired. I just went shopping last night and got a new outfit to wear for the summer. It is a pair of board shorts with light/dark grey and purple plaid designs and a purple shirt with decals by Mad Engine. I also got some bad Nike kicks (shoes) that are grey,white and purple with a orange Nike logo. I then got another shirt that matches my short and is black with a purple collar stripe. Yesterday I recieved my allowance and earned 17 dollars that I probably will use on the movies when my house goes out to the movies on Saturday to see Iron Man 2. 
Hopefully my weekend goes by smoothly as I will be here alone without my girlfriend however she will be staying next weekend for the SPA talent show.
Hopefully my weekend goes by smoothly as I will be here alone without my girlfriend however she will be staying next weekend for the SPA talent show.Wednesday, May 5, 2010
10 SSO (Second Sound-Off)
Today is officially my 9 month anniversary with my current girlfriend. Today she has work but during study hour I will see if we can hang out or just talk. I am happy that I am with a person that is not overly dramatic or just a drainer. This weekend I hope to go on pass and spend mother’s day with my foster mother and my sisters. The previous weekend my mom told me that a pure crystal cake plate my mom gave her before she died would be given to me when I was married so I could carry on my family tradition. I also plan to hang out and buy my birds a bird leash so I can walk them and help tame them. Before all this I am planning on going to Barnes and nobles on Thursday to go get a good book for the weekend and our house, boys 106, is planning a carwash for all the SPA employees and the transports. This weekend hopefully will be as entertaining as it is busy.
Friday, April 9, 2010
10 SSO (Second Sound-Off)
Today's prompt was what is your favorite animal? My favorite animal is the Himalayan Snow Leopard or Uncia uncia in scientific naming. This animal is my favorite because is is beautiful as well as majestic and a rare sight. This animal intrigues me by its rare habitat as, it lives up in the Himalayas. It is an endangered species however and conservation efforts are working to keep the winter hunter from disappearing from our earth.
Monday, April 5, 2010
10 SSO (Second Sound Off)
When the earthquake hit yesterday on Easter Sunday, I was visiting my mom in San Marcos. Yesterday was the first Easter Sunday I have spent with my family and so far it was going great. My family&I were enjoying the day when I noticed one of my dogs, Twilly was biting his foot and trying to what seemed to eat his foot in a odd behavior never before seen and the instant he stopped, the earthquake started. It lasted about a good minute and was the first one in awhile and it was a huge shocker for many Californians and put many on high alert. It was a eye opening experience for many and for my family it was a almost exciting event.
Friday, April 2, 2010
10 SSO (Second Sound Off)
So, today is Friday and I'm glad that the week is over. I plan to go on pass and hopefully I get to see some of my sister friends and we can go hang out at the pool. My week has been alright, I've been attempting to get back into routine of waking up and recovering from my lethargic mood that I've had since spring break. Hopefully my relationship problems get better and I can be stress-free once again. I plan to go on pass to my (foster) mom's and just relax and have a great weekend. I can't wait for lunch today....hahaha I'm so hungry......
Friday, February 26, 2010
10 SSO (Second Sound Off): Favorite cartoon
My favorite cartoon character is Chowder from the Cartoon Network channel.
Chowder is my favorite character because he is hilarious, and he is highly random which makes him humorous and the crazy chef ideas they have on the show and what he tries to do with it make the show so entertaining to me. I love how the animation to the show is that the clothes the characters wear all have vivid colors as well as their clothes are animated with designs so it seems like their clothing is moving whenever they walk or move around the set.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
10 SSO(Second Sound-Off)
Today is not a good day for me today as I am in a horrible mood today. I woke up feeling sore from baseball practice and all I wanted to do was sleep, At breakfast I felt worst and at the end of breakfast, it became clear that I wasn't going to have a good Thursday.However, I will try to do my best to make it a good day despite the circumstances that are making my day so horrible. Today, I plan to clip my Lovebirds wings and go practice some Baseball skills later today.
Friday, February 19, 2010
10 SSO (Second Sound-Off)
Today, I brought in this poster to show my fellow classmates the relation to our story we are reading, to kill a mockingbird. The relation to the story is that the simple discrimination in the story still stands today, showing that prejudice is still alive today. For example, we were discussing the fact of the all-white jury prosecuting Tom Robinson, a African-American on trial for the rape of a white woman. We discussed that in today's society, if a black man were to wear all blue, and same for a white man, 70% of the time the black man would be more likely to be attached to a gang over the white man. It is this that attaches to this photo, in which if you can see it or possibly look it up on the net, has somewhat prejudice(I'll stop short of saying Marvel is racist) and has only 8 black heroes compared to over 132 white characters. If you do the math that's nearly a 16:1 ratio(16 white characters to 1 black character) which is very strange.......in a polite manner....however this also points out to the book which had it been a white man who was accused of raping a black woman, all eyes would have been turned without a doubt. http://www.worldimages.com/KidsRoom_Boys_Superheroes.php for a closer picture to investigate for yourself
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
10 SSO (Second Sound-Off)
For our prompt we were asked "when you were younger,who did you want to be when you grow up?". well, I always have wanted to play soccer however, for a career I have always wanted to be a zookeeper or a sanctuary owner. I have always been fascinated with animals especially exotic animals and endangered animals in need of homes. In general, I wanted to be just like Steve Irwin and, wrestle reptiles and other animals in the world yet to be see or dreamed of in our childish lives. All of my life's aspirations was to be the best exotic animal rancher in the world and receive the world's biggest awards in animal conservation. I also wanted to win the Nobel peace prize in ethics by creating a symbiotic relationship between endangered animals and their human counterparts in the areas of conflict.
Friday, February 12, 2010
10 SSO (Second Sound Off)
For our class interactive prompt we had to answer the selected question. "What comment/phrase/saying annoys you the most?". My answer to that would be "whatever" because it seems that many people seem to say this all the time however my alltime disliked phrase would be the "Were done" from last year. I dislike this because everybody just started saying it and it became annoying with all the freshmen running around saying it 24/7 like it was the only thing that they could say. In other news in my life, I plan to stay on campus and hang out with my girlfriend this weekend and enjoy the weekend with her. I also plan to look into being a youth coach for soccer this summer thanks to my judge and my court appearance yesterday and hopefully my day goes well and hopefully so does yours too :)
Friday, February 5, 2010
A thru Z (original poem)
A- Is the antelope, running fast&free,
B- Is the bison, maybe in packs of three,
C- Always hides the cougar, wouldn't you agree?
D- Maybe a dog, resting about a tree,
E- See the ermine, dashing too and fro,
F- makes a fox bound, watch him as he goes!
I- creates an ibis, as beautiful as snow....
J- cries the jackal, as he laugh, giggles and fronts,
K- hops kangaroo, no dunce to the red sand sea,
L- lies the loris, a monkey as anyone can see
M- shadows the marmoset, a fine hunter of the bee
N- swims the narwhal, it's shining tooth, a hunter's prize
O- meanwhile an ocelot dies....
P- enslaves a parrot, forceful human parents bide it goodbye
Q- envisions a quail, slowly on it's demise..
R- roadrunner spirit lives on no longer alive....
S- Screeches the harp seal, crying for mother, far from being shy....
T- Tortoise claws back from extinction, refusal to humans goodbye
U- the universe was formed from the dye of all life
V- vulnerability of the animals, we exploit to fill our greedy needs
W- wales sing a symphony, a beautiful harmony
X- is the mark, placed next to the newly extinct being
Y- is the question asked,
Z- there no explanation, for the end of mother earth, so who are we to edge it on? To make it true or make it clear? we are takers over givers so let live what already lives and take nothing living we dont desperately need for the survival of all races,creeds,animals....our friends... indeed
B- Is the bison, maybe in packs of three,
C- Always hides the cougar, wouldn't you agree?
D- Maybe a dog, resting about a tree,
E- See the ermine, dashing too and fro,
F- makes a fox bound, watch him as he goes!
I- creates an ibis, as beautiful as snow....
J- cries the jackal, as he laugh, giggles and fronts,
K- hops kangaroo, no dunce to the red sand sea,
L- lies the loris, a monkey as anyone can see
M- shadows the marmoset, a fine hunter of the bee
N- swims the narwhal, it's shining tooth, a hunter's prize
O- meanwhile an ocelot dies....
P- enslaves a parrot, forceful human parents bide it goodbye
Q- envisions a quail, slowly on it's demise..
R- roadrunner spirit lives on no longer alive....
S- Screeches the harp seal, crying for mother, far from being shy....
T- Tortoise claws back from extinction, refusal to humans goodbye
U- the universe was formed from the dye of all life
V- vulnerability of the animals, we exploit to fill our greedy needs
W- wales sing a symphony, a beautiful harmony
X- is the mark, placed next to the newly extinct being
Y- is the question asked,
Z- there no explanation, for the end of mother earth, so who are we to edge it on? To make it true or make it clear? we are takers over givers so let live what already lives and take nothing living we dont desperately need for the survival of all races,creeds,animals....our friends... indeed
10 sso (Second Sound-Off)
Todayis not a good day for me......Exactly 6 months ago on August 5,2009 , me and my current girlfriend, Kristen Byford met and started going out. My plans for today were to go on pass with my mother and have her come over on saturday and take her to the movies and take her out to eat. Unfortunately, in my opinion, A teacher during third period was in a bad mood and because of it I was kicked out. I might have added to the problem by singing out aloud, or even comming in 3 minutes late but, immediately I was told that I wasn't welcome and that I "needed to leave" . I just followed the teachers instructions and left her classroom as asked, making it my first kick-out of my high school years. So today that means im on restriction which means I won't be able to go on pass, and whatever my girlfriend had planned for me today we can't do because i'll be stuck inside on restriction. My sis is getting me 500$ so I can go buy a ps3 and pay both Kristens and my own phonebill. Hopefully my day will get better but until then...my day is horrible.
Friday, January 29, 2010
10 SSO (Second Sound-Off)
When I was a child, I can't remember what my favorite song was because I wasn't that into music then, However my mother would teach me how to slow dance and other various dancing styles to instrumental jazz and slow music. She would always teach me how to dance when I got home from school and, We would dance until everybody came back from the multitude of chores my mother gave them to sneak the two of us some alone time. When I think of that kind of music now I remember all the slow dances, and the rhythmic music that drove us to jive-step, do "the twist" and other dances in my mothers experienced mind.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
“Figurative Language Games”
The best figurative language game I played tonight is metaphor battleship,because…. In order to play this game, I had to play the original battleship game with a twist,every hit i won i had to answer a metaphor, if i got it right i could "hit" the ship, if it was wrong I continued the game with a blip telling me where my "hit" would have been My final score on this game was winning on the hard diffuculty. If you want to play this game, go to this link[http://www.quia.com/ba/42131.html?AP_rand=163810965].My least favorite figurative language game is fling the teacher, because it did not appeal to me or my skill levels, In order to play this game, I had to get the right answer to fling the teacher away,My final score on this game was 3. If you want to play this game, go to this link [http://www.newton.k12.ks.us/tech/fling3.html].Another enjoyable figurative language game is simile practic, becauseyou get to find the simile in each poem. In order to play this game, I had to choose the correct stanza with the similie in the poem. My final score on this game was 25 right. If you want to play this game, go to this link [http://library.thinkquest.org/J0112392/simile.html].
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
hamburger paragraph
My winter vacation was overall good and a well needed break from school and the campus in general. First off, I went to my father's on pass until Sunday which I came back and Monday night I attended the Quentin jammer dinner and received a 55 dollar gift card to the Westfield shopping mall and an iPod nano 5th generation. Overall I was excited that I got what I was given because a lot of people were given large presents and I received a small gift bag. Then I stayed at school for Christmas and went on pass until January 3 when I came back from pass. I loved how winter break helps relax people and get people ready for the New Year and the new school quarter.
Monday, January 4, 2010
NEW YEARS!!!!!
Happy new years!!!! welcome to 2010 everybody and it's another year past and gone and it's time to start fresh with a new year, a new attitude, an new perception on life....anything new to try would be perfect all this year because it's bout that time for some of us ( ok A LOT of us) to switch up our routine and we need to :P . Meaning for some of us to become those aspiring success stories we hear about all the time. My winter break was pretty good, I stayed on campus for Christmas (much to the obligation of my father& sister who thought I would only go on pass if my girlfriend went :[ ) and got an amazing present from my girlfriend!! I got an new soccer ball (better than the one i have now, much in disrepair but it's the same one) a desktop photo on me and her and a photo collage of me and her that says "Merry Christmas 2009" which I love so very much! I also received another soccer ball but this one, was a FIFA World Cup 2010 South Africa match replica ball in Brazilian national colors with the team's name in it's native tongue "Brasil" along with a 100$ gift card (which by now has been used to buy myself Christmas presents in the form of FIFA 10, Burnout Revenge, and Naruto Ultimate Ninja 4 Shippuden ) and to top it off, i also got a 55$ gift card along with an ipod nano 5th generation, and with some of my money leftover from game purchases i also bought my girlfriend a Kodak camera with a memory card in her favorite color, blue as a Christmas present. After Christmas I went on pass to my father's and had a very good time, I went to target with my girlfriend and her best friend and we had a party in there fooling around and talking about evil people we overheard (more like yelled their husband out in public for no reason) and just enjoyed my fantastic new years eve. Overall I would say that I enjoyed myself and I loved my winter break and I can't wait until Christmas this year.....Looking towards that....
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