In life, you have to juggle a lot of things. Parents, children, middle school, annoying people, wannabe’s, and other types of people. But when I take a cold hard look at reality, I realise how crazy things are gonna be this year. No, it has nothing to do with all the crazy people in school, but it simply has to do with a simple book. Any rational human being would think it would have something to do with something much more atrocious, but it’s really simple. Anyway, for at least two days now, I’ve been bent on finding a solution. A way to crawl out of all the amazing trouble I’m in. But first, I need to go back to where it all started, where everything started to go haywire. Aside from the war, and all the fighting going on in my …show more content…
Dad was looking around nervously. He seemed so anxious to get out. “Should I go in the store and go and look for her?” I asked. He nodded, but he seemed so reluctant. I rolled down the window, and opened the door from the outside. Within minutes, I was inside the store running around. I saw people who looked like her, but I didn’t see her in general. An intercom came in over the speaker. The store was going to close in thirty minutes, and I didn’t see her anywhere. I decided that she was going to pop up at anytime, so I grabbed a cart, and did the grocery shopping. After, I took the stuff for my project in school. It was for something that people used in the olden days, and we had to recreate something similar or entirely different. But it had to have the same use. (I’ll explain in detail later.) In the beginning, I was planning to work alone, but then magically, (much to my dismay) it was given to one of my worst frenemies. I turned the cart and ran down the arts aisle. I’ll do the project shopping. I grabbed a pack of construction paper, and some Sharpies with colored pencils. Then after that, I went down one of the aisles, and I heard Elaine’s voice. She was talking to one of the people in the glasses and mirrors section. But it didn’t look like she was buying anything. She was talking with an exasperated look on her face, while the person she was talking to was rubbing her temples. I walked up to them slowly. The closer I got, the more I realised
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In summary, I felt as if I changed after the fourth grade. Like video games, I could be in a fantasy and pretend I was actually in the hero’s position. I could be a part of a story. This contest of literacy competition started a passion of reading books for me. Now that I’m older if I ever want to escape the real world after having a long hard stressful day all I have to do is crack open a book a let the adventure begin. Even though my teacher never followed through on her promise of a prize I was rewarded with something so much more Important, a burning passion for
Have you ever thought that things could never get worse? That this is going to be the worse part of your life and everything is going to be wonderful? More often than not this is never true, and in this instance in the book Lies by Michael Grant these kid’s lives are changing for the worst. It has been seven months now since all of the adults and teenagers at least the age of fifteen vanished out of nowhere like water in the desert (☺ Simile). Additionally, there is a gigantic dome that is enclosing Perdido Beach and Coates Academy and no one can get out. To make things even more interesting, there is no connection from the outside world and for some reason kids are developing powers and people are coming back from the dead. Also, there is a dearth of food and everyone is starving. Presently, there is a vast fire that is burning the town of Perdido Beach and Sam Temple (the leader of Perdido
“I’ll try to get in first,” he explained. “I’m on good terms with some of the residents here.” He knocked on the door a few times, and then began to call. “Dodi? Graverobber? Tessa? Anyone?”
This entire book is about a senior in high school, Greg Gaines taking a different approach than everyone else is. The book begins by giving an introduction and Greg Gaines, the narrator, warning you about how bad a book this is going to be. Shortly after this introduction, is the first day of school.
“Ugh…”, Jackie sighed, “Joe...They killed my parents. My parents are dead”. I was in complete shock. I had no idea something so tragic had occurred. I just thought that Jackie was overreacting about something minor as she usually does.
“I will go get the newspaper!” John exclaims quickly. We all want to get the newspaper because Mother won’t tell us what is going on! She has only told all of us that there are terrible things happening that she doesn’t want us to know about; however, she told John and me that there is a war, but she won’t tell the younger ones.
There is never a dull moment when it comes to school and home. Although there are not any consistently favorable or atrocious moments, it is these times that make an acceptable week tolerable. While carrying on the topics of racism, relationships, and the first AP Language essay of the semester, this certainly has been an engrossing week. Even though most of the population have some type of freedom there is always that want to escape. Even if it’s just for a moment because being alone and escaping are two different conditions to be under.
"I recall. Sorry I didn't speak to you, I had quite an anxious day." Her eyes traveled down my body. Was she... checking me out? Judging me? I didn't know how to react or what to think, so I suppressed a smirk and shifted my weight to my left leg. I kept asking myself the same question: why was I so smitten with a girl? All my life, I had silly crushes on attractive boys who'd never notice me. I didn't even know Demeri, but I felt like I could know her very well. "I moved here a little late in the year."
I spent my childhood consumed by books. I kept one in my bag and took every spare moment that I could to read, even if it was only a page. My parents made my teacher’s promise that I wouldn’t read during recess. In the mornings when they woke me up for school, they found me sleeping, still clutching my book from the night before, unable to put it down in spite of the tug of sleep.
As I read On Being Sane in Insane Places and Mike’s musings I found both readings interesting. It really surprised me that Rosenhan called up eight friends and said “Are you busy next month? Would you have time to fake your way into a mental hospital and see what happens, see if they can tell you’re really sane?” (Slater, 2004) to know that those eight people were willing to pretend to be insane for an experiment; to give up their life, family and friends for a month to go live in a hospital with others in hopes to gain some knowledge from it all. If it was me, I would have been worried of what might have happened if the experiment went wrong or if the doctors would have figured out I was lying.
Most of the people I worked with were either friends or people I knew. Although there was some I didn’t know. One person, I did know is Bailey Felter, if it wasn’t for her I don’t know what I’d do because she is the only other girl. Usually it just me and Bailey working together which I like because we get all the easy jobs, but sometimes we get to work with the guys.
poster board. Little did I know, I would face complications. I 'm notorious for completing assignments
I turned up the heat to make sure that the car would be warm by the time my sister stumbled down the front steps of King Philip Middle school. The Autumn air started to turn bitter, and leaves coated the ground so that you could not walk without a symphony of crunches rising from under your step. A gust of wind rushed by, and I was thankful for my car cocoon, which covered me from the coming chills. My hands fumbled with the radio, searching for a “good” song. I heard the bell ring, and watched as adolescents, streamed out of the school bundled up for one of the first times this year. My sister slid into the car, and with her came a gust of cold air.
I am reading We All Looked Up by Tommy Wallach and I am on page 410. So far this book is about the perspectives of different high school kids when there is news of a chance of a meteor destroying earth. In the book the reader is able to see how different people react to the situation. The reader also gets to see how the kids see each other and what is actually happening in their life. With only a potential week left to live the world has started to go crazy with the anticipation. In this journal I will be evaluating and questioning.
In elementary school, reading, being driven to the public library, and swapping out my books for new ones before the library closed at 5 o’clock on Sundays were about the only things I ever liked doing as a kid. I was just a little different from all the other kids at my school – I didn’t particularly enjoy playing basketball or running around chasing each other on the playground, and my parents kept painfully reminding me about that almost every day when they came to pick me up after school. Although it seemed to my parents and my friends that I was simply lazy and antisocial, I truly enjoyed reading about the ingenious ploys by Harry Potter and Frodo Baggins – saving the world from an untimely doom – and I imagined that I would one day do the same.