Assignment #19: My Very Short Story

A twelve year old boy named Carol who lived in a hidden town on the south of Washington. With his four bothers, three sisters, mother, and father. It was about to be his 13th birthday that and Carol was exited for his upcoming birthday until he started to notice all his past present were not all that great. For his first birthday he got a wooden bed, second birthday a wooden horse, third birthday a wooden car, and so on and on, he wondered why.

Carol decided to approach his parents and confront them about the situation. So the next morning he went up to his mother and father, and said "mom dad" "why are my presents always made of wood? you know for my birthday I really want this R/C car i saw in the telly". He went on and on about his perfect birthday toy, his mom and dad explained how they could not afford something like that at the moment and as much as they would like to buy a lot of stuff for their children they could not, as they were not a wealthy family.

Carol did not understand this and that night Carol went to bed with out supper as he was very upset . He was unhappy and mad, he hated his toys, so he decided if his parents weren't going to buy him what he wanted he was! He went off to sell his toys, the toy his father and mother worked so much to buy for him. The day of his birthday came and Carol's mom made a special supper for him and he had a beautifully raped gift on the table. He was not to exited about the present as he was expecting the same thing as every year. So he decided to go up to his room and bring down the R/C car he had bought for him self.

He showed everyone and started playing with it , his mother said "Carol where in god did u get that toy?" Carol responded "I bough it my self Mommy" and continued playing . Carols mom was upset and felt sad as Carol didn't open his present they had got him. The next morning Carol was playing with his new toy and he didn't want to share with his bothers and dropped it. The R?C car broke, and Carol so upset he ran to his room to grab another toy and continue playing but then he discovered that he had sold all his toys and realized how selfish and ungrateful he had been and started crying.

His parents went to ask what was wrong, Carol told them what had happen, they smiled and said "its okay my darling, open your present" as his mother handed it to him. Carol unwrapped it and discovered it was the R/C car. His parents had worked a little more that week to afford the present for Carol. Carol said thank you to his parents and ran to play.

Book Report: A Place To Stand

A Place To Stand is written and is about the life of Jimmy Santiago Baca.This is one of the best books I have read. It tells of the struggle of a life of crime and abandonment he went through. He was born in Estancia New Mexico. As a very young boy his mom abandoned him and his family. His dad being a drunk was almost never around and Jimmy stayed with his grandparents and in orphanages and eventually in the D home. With a child hood like that he ended up in prison on drug charges, were he learned to write and read. Soon after he became a published poet and to how we now know him a great poet and author.

This book meant a lot to me because it reminded me of the stories my dad has told me. Since the age of thirteen he has been out of his house trying to make a better life for him self and his family. Fighting discrimination for being a "Mexican" and achieving his goals with his own ability.

Assignment #20: My Christmas Story

Once there was a girl, but no ordinary girl. This girl was by far the most beautiful girl in her town. Just at the age of eighteen every boy and even some men wanted her. Her name was Veronica, she was tall easily six feet with beautiful blue eyes that could light up the darkest of nights. She had long black hair that always seemed to be perfectly curled and the face of an angle with big perfect lips that no man had ever touched. With a body build for a model, everybody thought of her as the perfect girl.

Every girl and woman from Veronica's town hated her for her beauty. They all wanted the attention of the men. But Veronica did not mind this one bit, she was proud of who she was and like her mother told her one day she would meet the most wonderful man and fall deeply in love. But nobody would have ever expected who this man would be. So Veronica just kept living her life, waiting for the day she would meet that very special man.

Veronica lived for the day she would meet that man. She lived a very humble life, with respect to her self and every living thing around her. She would never get into trouble nor would she drink or do any kind of drug. She would help around the house and in her community. always trying to make the world a better place to live and prosper as a humanity. She had very interesting thoughts about how life should be and wished for the day she could do something big to help those who needed to cheer up on life.

One Christmas a very snowy Christmas Veronica for the first time in her life she was feeling lonely, very lonely. At this time she was 23 and still she had not met that man that she would fall deeply in love with. But on the night of Christmas she finally met this man. In the middle of night Veronica was awaken by a loud sound coming from downstairs. She decide to go down and investigate what that strange noise was. At her surprise what was making the noise was the last person she would of expected, Santa Clause.
As soon as she saw him she knew. She knew he was the man, the man her mother had always spoken of, the one she would fall in love with.Santa also thinking the same thing, but very surprised left as fast as he could leaving Veronica in shock for what she had felt.

For the whole year after that Christmas both Veronica and Santa couldn't get that moment out of their heads. For years after that every Christmas Santa returned to visit Veronica. They would talk for hours until he had to go. But when Veronica was thirty she proposed something, why just see each other once a year? and after that she left with him in the dead of night to live with him in the North Pole among all the elf's.

Assignment #16: My Journey

I awoken from what seemed an eternity of deep sleep, feeling as if my body and soul were reborn, in a new world a strange wonderful world. I was in an old cabin, I could tell it was old by all the cot webs I was seeing, as if nobody had cleaned or even been there in years. This cabin had but one room, the living room, a small bathroom and the kitchen with a small dining room, "more of a house than a cabin", I thought as I explored the cabin's interior. This cabin was a little creepy with animal heads all over the walls in almost every room, all of the heads covered in webs from the many spiders running around. All this heads appeared to be looking at me as I looked at them, this along with all the spiders was really making me want to leave this place. But yet I stayed, something in me kept telling me I must explore more. Everything in the cabin was vintage furniture, with red pinkish sofas, a beautiful brick fireplace that for some reason had wood in it and was lit, and even a stove that used wood. The whole cabin with the exception of the fireplace was made of wood, what appeared to be whole logs. At last I decided it would be best if I left and headed towards the front door.

Out side there was a meadow with tall yellow grass and giant trees all along the sides of the meadow, as if it was a road, a road I was meant to take. As i started to walk down the meadow I saw how truly big it was, It extended for more than a mile. But not even this stopped me from getting to the other side of what seemed to be its own world in this meadow. I could see wild horses running and grassing from the only part of this meadow where there was short green young grass. This grass smelled freshly cut, this was the best thing I had ever smelled, it filled me with an intense sensation to just lay there and never leave, it was as if I was in paradise and I was experiencing eternal peace. But some how I just knew I had to get across the meadow and to the mountain on the other side, I had to explore, to climb that mountain to the very top to wear I could feel the clouds go through my fingers like water through rocks. I began to run as fast as I could without any breaks I ran nonstop to what seemed to be an end less run to the end of this meadow and the bottom of this gigantic mountain that seem to call to me in an desperate voice to start my climb to the top.

As I reached the foot of this enormous mountain I started my climb with no second thinking, not even the smallest sign of hesitation. As I was climbing I could smell wet dirt as I it had just rained, but yet the ground was dry as a desert's sand. I could hear small rottens and squirrels running all around me as if I interrupted their everyday lives. There were tall pine tress all around me, this trees were pretty much all I could see until I reached the boulders. Just above the tree line there lay a section of the mountain that had nothing but rocks some as big as cars. Yet as I stood in between the trees and the rocks something in me clicked and said you must over come this and make it to the top. So I kept on moving, the terrain in the rocks was much harder to walk every footstep I took I slid down a little on the loose rocks, it was as I was taking one step forward and two steps back. Then I thought what if I just stick to the bigger of the rocks, sure this meant I might have to jump from rock to rock but at least I was moving forward.

When I finally overcame the rock section I reached the peak of the mountain, which was flat very unexpected I thought. It was all plain with the exception of a couple of small rocks. But then I saw a small patch of grass with some sort of statue. From where I was I couldn't really tell what the statue was, so I decided to take a closer look. As I approached the statue I saw that it was a giant Buddha. I was pretty surprised with what I was seeing I never expected to see a giant Buddha statue at the top of this very mountain. The statue appeared to be made of a violet marble. I tried turning around from it but I couldn't I lust stood there in aw of what I was seeing. Suddenly I felt peaceful and rested as if I had just woken from my sleep. I just laid in font of this statue, in the greenest, softest grass I had ever touched, closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Assignment #18 My Poem

"We live to die"

We must live and let live

Until the day the call is made

The call of eternal peace

The call is unexpected

One day you live

The next you die

Life is no game

If you mess up

You have no spare

No reset button

No second chance

"We live to die"

Assignment 15: Multiple Intelligence Essay

Once there was a boy with such peace, peace that most adults dreamed of. This boy went by the name of John Lee. Even as a ten year old he had mastered the art of meditation and Kung Fu. Not even the most known fighter could defeat him, if he would fight. John Lee only defended him self from the world and the attacks of those who envied his peace. But people didn't just envied him because of his peace, but because of his teachings.

He taught of inner peace and over coming everything the world throws at you. But the adults did not approve, they thought a boy couldn't teach them about peace in life. John mainly taught other children, he did this because he thought as adults as a full cup, they couldn't truely learn the abaility to gain peace and happiness in ones life. He taught in many different ways, but mainly with mother nature and her teachings.

Assignment #14: Uniforms

I am writing this as the word of the students of Atrisco Heritage Academy High School. We the students think we have a say in this matter, we are after all what makes this school the school that it is. For me the best in the city, no the best in the state. I am writing to express the opinion of the students to the matter of giving us uniforms at school. I am speaking to the principle and to our school board; we do not need nor want uniforms at our school. We deserve and need the freedom to dress in whatever manner we choose to.
To start this I ask you one question, why dress us the same? We are not the same. The person siting to my right is not the same as me, nor the person to my left, we all are different in almost every way possible. By doing this you will take away one of our only liberties we as students of Atrisco Heritage have. We can’t use our phones or our iPods in the only free time we get, we can’t eat except for in the cafeteria, it is almost impossible to find a sit in there. Every single one of us is a person, with feeling and opinions, we all deserve to have our freedoms even as teenagers in high school.
By giving us uniforms you are classifying us, why do this? Why classify us? For our whole life’s we are taught that we different, that nobody is the same. Since I was just a little boy even if it was from my family or a teacher I was taught and encouraged to stand out, to express my differences and become myself. Yet here at this time and year you choose to change what we have all learned through our whole life’s, you choose to put us down and classify us by evening thinking of assigning us uniforms. I and every other student say no, no to taking away our freedom, no to uniforms at this or any other high school.
You are taking from us one of the ways we express our self’s. You think we all dress the same, but we don’t. We all express our self’s in the way we dress, sure it’s not the only way we express our self’s. But it is probably the most common way of teenage expression. Even as teens we have a voice, and our clothing is one big part of this voice. It’s as if our cloths spoke and told stories of our lives, where we have been, what we have done and accomplished. By assigning us uniforms you decide to judge us for not only what we wear, but for whom we are. You judge the person we are by the way we dress, even as a teenager I know not to judge a book by its cover, because once you open it you know it is great with every page you turn.
No one, no student would or ever prefer to wear a uniform instead of their clothes. Our clothes makes us who we are, it expresses our personality. Uniforms are all the same, dull and life less; they all say the same thing, with no way of changing them to fit our personality. Everybody not just teenagers like what they wear, this is why they wear what they wear.

Assignment#10 "Bulling"

Bulling, me as a junior in high school knows all too well about bulling. Although I’ve never really been seriously bullied I have been bullied at one time in my life. Everybody goes through something like this in one point in their life’s, some more than others. I don’t really know why people do it; it must just be the only way they know how to show their jealousy towards that person or people.
I can’t really remember much from when I was little. I don’t think I was bullied until I got to middle school. In 6th grade in the only class we had with 8th graders I can remember this one guy that sat with us, me and another friend as 6th grader like me. This guy was clearly older and bigger than us, I think it was his second year in the 8th grade. He got the habit of always hitting us in our arms everyday he went into class. This happened for about two weeks. I didn’t like being hit. Of course not, who in their right minds likes being hit. But after he stopped I didn’t really put much thought into it and just went about my days as a 6th grader the worst year for me.
On other time also in 6th grade I was bullied by another 6th grader. But he wasn’t like me he was a football player, one of the popular kids in school. He didn’t really do much, would just make fun of me, yet for the lights of me I can’t remember anything he used to say to me. I just remember one incident that happened. I walked into my second period of the day, Ms.Skies class a grumpy old lady. As I was walking to my sit this guy grabbed me in a head lock and took me down to the floor. He was telling me to say uncle, so I did I didn’t want to get hurt. But after he let me go I thought to myself “why am I letting this guy be an asshole to me??”, so I decided to act on that moment, I grabbed him just the way he grabbed me and took him down until he said uncle as well. After that he left me alone.

Assignment 7 "Jealousy"

Jealousy is as it says in that quote the fear that you don't have value. Self value, self love the things you need to over come jealousy in a way that others with envy you. Therefor you can reach out and help them over come their jealousy and achieve a self love that you can learn to love and respect others. The envy you have towards others will become the envy others have towards you. Although envy should not be the only thing to push you to achieve self happiness.

The energy you project to envy others around you is wasted. You do not need to waste that energy in such ways, you need to convert this energy into positive ways, such as ways to improve your self image and gain more towards your self love and self happiness. With this your whole world will change in the best way possible, it will be as if you were reborn into a better more confident person. The world you thought you new will be turned upside down and you will understand the reason for your envy and your sadness.

"Of Mice and Men" Book Report

Of Mice and Men, a book about two men struggling through life in the west. A land of farmers and hard working men. The two men are George and Lennie. In the beging of they book George and Lennie are being runed out of Weed for an incident involving Lennie and a young girl. Lennie wanted to feel her soft dress and she didn't let him so he decided to grab her and well she didn't like that to much and Lennie was a big strong man, he kind of hurt her. So for that they had to leave Weed. They go to work at a farm not to far from Weed where they meet Candy, Crooks, Curley, Curley's wife, Slim, The Boss, and Carlson.

Lennie having a slight mental disability was kind of a big kid. So one night when Curley's wife tries to suduse him he doesn't know what to do. He tells her that George told him to stay away from her, but at the end they kiss, he gets scared and grabs her. As she gets afraid she screams, this makes Lennie even more afraid and covers her mouth and shakes her from side to side, until he snaps her neck, and she dies. He hides her under some hey and goes to a place they had camped out the day before they went to the ranch.

Soon after they where looking for Lennie and Curley's wife, they found Curley's wife dead where Lennie had left her. After this they all went looking for Lennie and they went to get a gun and found out that the gun was missing, they assumed Lennie had taken. George knowing where Lennie would be he sent the other guys away and went to Lennie. He found Lennie under the tree, Lennie being very scared asked George to tell him the story of when they were gonna buy a ranch and have rabbits. As George was telling the story he took out the gun, put it on the back of Lennie's head and shot.

Wisdom Haiku "Earth"

Earth, one big organism, with living things it's greatest creation.

Yet it's most advanced and intelligent being slowly will destroy it.

No respect for it's nature, will lead to our fighting and destruction.

My Sophomore Year

Where to Begin... Oh yeah the biggest goal I found as a sophomore was that I want to be a doctor. A Forensic Pathologist to be more specific. I first came to even think about this when I heard that we had a possibility to see a human being opened. The organs removed and all the stuff they do. Many people just with the thought of seeing this became a little disgusted. But for some unusual reason I didn't. Not long after that a doctor went to my Health 2 class. His name was Dr.Degani, Mrs.Degani's husband. He spoke about the years in school and money people have to spend to be a doctor. That day I learned, "to be a doctor you need to really want to take of people, you shouldn't be in it for the money". All though the pay is very good.

I thought about it and asked my self "am I in it for the money", the answer was no. I really care for people. I would like to make a difference in someones life. What better way to do that than as a doctor. Of course helping people and the law enforcement find the cause of death of people is a very good thing. To me being a doctor would be an ideal job. One that I can be happy going to.

Of course in this great school I also learned about life. Life isn't perfect, it has its ups and downs. I can easily say that thanks to Mr.Leh I learned thing about the reality of life. About the cruelty and compassion of people, and what a human being is capable of doing and discovering. Life is an ever lasting love for those who are there for you and for those who know your truth.

In this school this year i can say that I didn't really learn much. One thing I did learn is that no matter how many friends you have, when the day that you really in need of help the true friends are going to stand up and help. Even if this means endangering their very own life. Academically I haven't learned much, but what I have learned will stay with me the rest of my life.

In this, my sophomore year I have learned what I want to do in life and who is going to be with me in my time of need. What I need to accomplish my goals. This year for me was worse than a roller-coster. When I thought something bad was over, here comes another one right out of the turn. This year has not been great, but I know I will leave this sophomore year a better man.

The President

If I could be anybody for one day I would be the president. I would want to know the true secrets of the nation. The stress and decisions the president has to go through. Of course the perks of being the president, like the money and living in the white house. Being escorted and protected by the secret service everywhere I go.

Seeing how the nation works, and how I could help it work and function better. Try to change things so that the lower class people don't have to pay as much taxes. Rich people have all the money and they should have to pay as much taxes as everybody else. I would do the best that I can to change the unfair laws. Those like the one in Arizona, that law to me violates the human rights. This country was based on emigration, and now that life is harder than ever before in Mexico, they want to send everybody back.

If I could be the president even just for a day I would try my hardest to protect the human rights because just because they're emigrants doesn't mean they have no rights.

Twilight (The Badass One)

In my episode of Twilight Edward and Jacob get into an epic battle... to the death. In this one Edward gets tired of Jacob and the wolf pack always trying to get Bella on they're side, and he decides to fight. He gets his whole family to help. Jasper, Alice, Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie, Emmett, and Renesmee. All the Cullen's.

Jacob gets his whole wolf pack Sam, Jared, Paul, Embry, Quil, Seth, and Leah to help with the battle of all battles. Even though he knew he had no chance of wining, he fought. The fight took place at the park were the Cullen's play baseball. Edward and his family got there first, as they waited they thought this cowards aren't going to show up when at a distance they saw them running straight at them.

The Cullen's prepare to fight, But as Jacob was about to attack Edward decides it should just be one on one. Him vs Jacob, So Jacob turns into a wolf and comes at him, Edward with a simple strike with his left hand sends him flying back . Jacob determined to kill Edward runs at him again, Edward with his agility dodges his bite and pushes him away into a tree. Jacob hurt struggles to get up. But his anger towards Edward doesn't let him give up. He gets up and attacks once more, Edward already tired of Jacobs useless attacks hits him as Jacob jumps towards him, Jacob falls bleeding, Edward goes for the kill when Jacob gets up and starts running away into the forest.

Edward follows him, of course Jacob was waiting for him and attacks him from behind Like a coward. Edward tries to avoid the attack but he is not quick enough and Jake cuts his back with his claws. At this point Edward had enough playing around and just runs at Jake, he kicks him in the face and as Jake is flying up he punches him back to the ground.

Edward Standing over him says " in sorry Jacob, but this was going to happen sooner or later", So Edward reaches down and snaps his neck...

Bravery

One time I had to be brave was when a very close family member tried to hurt them self. It was a very quite Saturday night, we had thrown a party that day and there was a pretty big fight. an actual fist fight, though nobody got hurt at least I thought that at that moment.
That night I heard some noises, noises that forever will stay in my head reminding me of that horrific night. At first I didn't pay much attention to the strange noises. But before I could open my eyes I hear my dad screaming at me to wake up. When I got up I was lost as if what I was seeing wasn't real, as if I was still asleep. As I got out of my room I saw her, her eyes appeared as if she was gone, nothing but a dull expression on her face. As I was seeing all this my mom was screaming to get me to talk to the 911 operator. At this I felt something that just made me be brave and not brake down when my family needed me the most.
I had to tell the operator everything that was going on, how old my sister was, what she had taken, even about my parents. Next thing I know my brother and his wife arrive, even before the ambulance. My sister in law took over from there she speaking to the operator. At that point we just had to keep my sister from falling asleep.
I remember my mom keeping her self from crying, I could see the pain she was going through seeing her only daughter slowly falling asleep. The ambulance arrived and then I knew she was going to be okay. As the ambulance drove away, the two people I thought I would never see cry. My brother and father started crying to where my brother could drive or and barly stay standing.

The Time Machine

If I were to make the first ever time machine, I wouldn't go meet anybody famous. Or try to get Rich or anything. I would go see my grandma, my mom's mom. She died when I was four and I don't remember her at all. All I have of her is a few pictures and stories my mom tells me.

She died from a gun shot. She got shot by a man trying to kill my dad, he was a cop and he arrested that man for some drug thing. The bullet hit her shoulder, went down and hit her spine in her lower back. She stayed paralyzed from the waist down for almost five years until she past. All this happen before I was born.

I have some stories that my mom has told me. One that I wish I could remember is that she used to put me to sleep with her when I was a baby, since she spent most of the time in bed. She slept in a bed in the living room behind the couch, where my grandpa now sleeps.

If I were able to make a time machine to go back and meet my grandmother I would ask her about our life story. Where are family comes from?? How her life in a little town in Mexico was?? What was going on when she was my age?? Did she go to school?? How her and my grandpa met?? and that even though I don't remember her I would never forget her.

I would take pictures wiyh her, tell her I love her and miss her very much. I would take my mom to see her mother one last time. I see my mom every year cry and talk about her, I wouldn't care about myself so my mom could be happy with her one last time.

The Statue of Liberty Poem

The New Colossus

By Emma Lazarus, 1883

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

To me this poem means freedom. I feel like someone is speaking for the statue, saying here is the beacon of freedom. To leave this land for those that need it, for the poor, to those who need help to live an other day. Its as if shes saying, welcome to everyone that wishes to live free in this great country. I say let them be free, save the poor that just want to work, that just want to save they're family from a life of death and hunger. Let them escape from the clinching grasps of danger, even from those that are there to protect them, and from corrupt politics that for money they would sell away they're whole country to a sure death.

Diego Rivera

Totonac Civilization, 1950, National Palace, Mexico City

This painting by Diego Rivera is of two Totonac kingdoms coming together. It is showing one of the kings giving the other some kind of staff. As if the group on the left is swearing they're loyalty to the king on the right. Meanwhile in the background there is a celebration, People are dancing.
This makes me think of the enormous labor this men had to go through to build such a great civilization, and such great buildings. What pride they must of felt to build there own temples and homes. What intelagance they must of had to build everything symmetrical and with perfect measurements. It also makes me think of how much we have come from those times of everything done by hand.

My Favorite Queotes

"Intellectual growth should commence at birth and cease only at death(Einstein, Albert)."

"Science without religion is lame, religion without science is blind(Einstein, Albert)."

"The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination(Einstein, Albert)."

"One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure its worth watching(Unknown)."

"Here is the test to find whether your mission on earth is finished. If you're alive, it isn't(Bach, Richard)".

"Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die(Burr Amelia)."

"He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead; his eyes are closed(Einstein, Albert)".

"And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years(Lincon, Abraham)."

"We can't solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them.(Einstein, Albert)."

"You are only as smart as you let yourself be(Estrada, Salvador, 2010)".

Life and Death

"To understand life you must embrace death(Unknown)".

Freedom

The light in this room seems spiratual to me, I think of the light God shines on us. the good or the bad. The Light shines on the ladder, showing the way to etarnal pease. The ladder you have to over come and climb to make it to the havens. To be at pease with your past, the real freedom. The real freedom is death. The only place you feel no pain, no suffering, nobody is hungry, and nobody is in need of money.

El Sol (The Sun)

The sun is like Gods artist, making two masterpieces a day, sunset and sunrise.

The sunrise, the morning art for the Bright Hardworking, the so called morning person.

The sunset, We can all appreciate its beauty but most take for granted.