Hmmm..

What do you do when you have someone who wont give you a chance to show them what your really made of?

Drake

[Drake]
I'm more than just an option
Hey, Hey, Hey
Refuse to be forgotten
Hey, Hey, Hey
I took a chance with my heart
Hey, Hey, Hey
And I feel it taking over

Only if, by Jeremy Ashida

Monday morning
Monday morning
And i'm thinking
All about you
Monday afternoon
It's the same old thing
Monday evening
Monday evening
And i really
Need to see you

But you're afraid
Of something different
I'm afraid
This could be perfect

Bullying in Soccer

(I am not using the real names of the characters!)


This problem has been going on for this whole soccer season. Coach Bob always uses me for bad examples in soccer. For example, we my soccer team will have a soccer game. I will make one mistake and another guy would make 5. But yet, when my coach Bob is tlaking to the team, he looks at me when he says what we did wrong. It's undespicible. Another thing, I will be by my bag byself getting a drink of water, Another group will be around 10 yards away from me, yelling, screaming, and having conversations. Out of no where, I will get yelled at by my coach for doing absolutely nothing. He will do it on purpose, he knows im not talking or yelling, but yet he blames it on me. The story goes on and on.

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Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall. For a chance to be with you, I'd gladly risk it all. Through the fire, through whatever come what may. For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all away. Right down through the wire, even through the fire.

I'm rare like mr. clean with hair

Soccer

I fell in love with soccer as I would later fall in love with women: suddenly, uncritically, giving no thought to the pain it would bring.

Begining of Billy

Billy Madison, the Beginning.
Man, my dad said in order for me to run the hotel, I have to do something that will prove to him I will be able too. I asked him about having a week in grades k-12, and If I pass every grade, I will be able to take over his business.
Well…today is my first day of school. First day of kindergarten. As I got to school. Miss Lippy introduces me to all the little kids. I feel like a giant.
“This is Billy, he is going to be here with us for a week.” Miss Lippy said.

“Let’s show him how we welcome all of our new students”. She said with a smile.

They all stood up and started walking toward me with their freaky smiles and start hugging me. It was a little weird.

As we all went out for recess I stood in for a little bit cause I didn’t want to go outside.

“What are you doing, you should be out there playing dodge ball” The teacher said.

“I’m not really in the mood…but I guess I will go.

As I step outside I get hit in the face with a ball.

O’doyal , rules! A little kid shouted out.

“You’re out!” he yelled

So I walked back inside with a frown on my face.

I look at the teacher..and for some reason she’s putting glue on her face. I was a little scared cause it seemed like she liked it. But hey, what do I know. I’m in kindergarten


Week 2, 1st grade

On the way to school, I saw Mr. Penguin again. Man that guy ticks me off.

“Everybody, say hi to Billy” the new teacher said.

“Hi Billy” the kids said with their little voices.

That whole week we learned how to add. It was terrible. I just drew pictures the whole time. Nothing exciting that week.

Week 3. 2nd grade

The first day I enter 2nd grade, we learn how to subtract. This seemed much much harder. I had a hard time learning it, but I managed.

On the last day off 2nd grade, it we celebrated valentine’s day. But I was also mad cause we had a sub, principle Anderson. There’s a myth that he killed a guy wrestling. But nobody really believes it. I look on my desk and see 3 valentine’s day cards. I opened 2 of the 3, both Veronica and Erika were staring at me with their glimmering eyes. The third one was really detailed and a bunch of colors. To Billy, from principle Anderson. Hmm…I opened it and it said some really weird stuff. Across the room, I see him nodding his head looking at me. I kind of gag and turn around.

Finally, the last few hours of 2nd grade, it’s me and another snotty girl in the spelling B.

“Spell ..couch” the teacher says to the girl.

Couch…C..u..”WRONG!” I yell out.

“Quit down Billy!” Now Billy…if you spell couch correctly, you pass second grade” the teacher said

I was so nervous. Couch..C…o..u..r…are you going to the mall later?

“No Billy, I am not going to the mall later, finish the word” she said with a frown.

C..o..u…c…h?

“That’s it, you’ve passed! She said with a smile.

Boy, am I happy. No more second grade, moving on the third.

Fourth week, 3rd grade.

Everything seemed so boring, I hated it.

But the teacher…wooahh was she a hotty.

“Everybody, this is Billy, he is going to be with us for a week. Can you all say hi?”

“Hi Billy” they said.

I take a seat and apparently we have to read this lame book.

The hot teacher’s name was also Veronica like that girl in second grade. She chose this chubby kid to read. W-w-when h-h-e, I didn’t know if this kid was tongue tied, but he sucked at reading. “Please! Ple-e-e-ease! Please let me go!” He went on. T-t-te-, TU-TU-TU- TODAY JUNOIR! Whats up with the st-st-studering?

The teacher started coming at me and grabbed me by the ear, it hurt more than any pain I have ever felt. She took me out in the hall and started yelling at me.

Harrison Bergeron

I wanted to grow up and become the best soccer player in the world. Have the speed of a jaguar, be built like a horse. I wish the world would have been made so every person doesn’t have to be equivalent to another. But wishes don’t always come true, not in this case. Not now, not ever. I would pray every night for the day to come, but I doubt it will ever come. Not now, not ever. If you were one of the people stuck in this complex world in "Harrison Bergeron", you would know how it feels to be no different from another.

This story had tons and tons of different mindbottleing symbols. One of the symbols is the handicapped materials that the people have to wear Which represents the people like their living a different life then what they always wanted to live. It also represents life and death. Keeping the handicaps on kept the people alive but in misery and depressed. Knowing that they can’t go far in life and become anything good. Just another person. If the people take the handicaps off, they will most likely get killed cause they can’t be more talented then another.

Another symbol in this story is the double barrel shotgun. The shotgun is the symbol of Harrisons death. Everything that has happened in his life ends with a single bullet. It all goes to waste because of the lady who shot him. Which makes me wonder what would have happened if he lived? If the rules weren’t that everybody had to be the same. He could have became a person who could have accomplished the world.

This book sent me in many different directions. On how the world would be if everybody was no different from another. Also, how it would be if we had to wear materials if we were handicapped or had a strength. I want to be one of the best soccer players known to man. I want to become the greatest. In this world, I have a chance to capture that and make it happen. Harrison Bergeron also has dreams and wishes like mine, but instead, they cannot ever come true.

the Jilting Granny Weatherball

Death is not the end; Death is the beginning of a new life without feeling. Our minds think of death, but our hearts think of life. Life is something Granny Weatherball wanted. But it was something she could not grasp. She wished she could go back and change a lot of things she did in the past. Those things she did wrong were racing through her mind.
This short story sends me in many different mixed emotions. It seems like she’s happy where she is in the hospital, but yet inside she’d filled with hate and sorrow wishing she could change some things she did in the past. So she died with pain and happiness.
On the other hand, some of the symbols in this story have very strong feeling. Such as the lamp. The lamp represents the death of Grandma Weatherball. When she was slowly fading away into the darkness, the lamp got darker and darker. The lamp also shows the regrets she wishes she could change. Those things she did wrong took over and slowly killed her. Another symbol in this short story is death. Death is not something that you can’t see or touch. It’s something that you feel. And overtime, it eats away at your heart and soul and kills you. Just like it did to Granny Weatherball.
Granny Weatherball’s personality is very optimistic in so many ways. She has all these thoughts going through her mind and is saying she is not ready for death but yet, she says she’s prepared for it. Her thoughts seem very different, it seems like she changes her mind with strong feelings that can’t be expressed.
This is a very strange short story and very very confusing. Granny Weatherball had no time to think off death, she had to think of all the things she did wrong in life while she’s on her deathbed. So when the time comes…be ready.

Dead and Gone.

“I got 99 problems I feel bad for ya son.”

My favorite song. 99 problems.

“Yo Dwayne, pass me a coke”, Anthony said.

As I hand him the coke, we hear a bang. My ears were ringing so loud, I couldn’t hear myself think. As we looked out Anthony’s window we couldn’t hear or see anything. Looking down the block, I saw these dudes with bandanas covering their face. They were running. Me and Anthony looked at each other and back out the window. We could hear sirens. We then heard a scream. Me and Anthony sprinted downstairs so fast, our track coach would do anything to have us on the team. So we were downstairs. Locking every door and closing ever shades we saw. We both knew what was happening. And we were prepared for anything.

20 minutes past. We both go out the back door and run to the ambulance. I get there, and I see this lady crying her eyes out. Her makeup was streaming down her face.

“Please Lord…save my son”

She takes her right hand of his stomach and her hand is pure red. As blood gushes out of his stomach, she puts her hand back on the wound. Her left hand is supporting his head from the concrete. I start to cry, the lady knew he was going to die, but prayed and prayed. He started to breath harder, his lips were turning pale and his shirt was covered in blood.

Tears were rolling down Anthony’s face. He grabbed the lady’s arm and tried to say something but I couldn’t understand. The doctors tried to stop the bleeding, but within moments..he stopped breathing. He was dead.

I closed my eyes and opened them. I was thinking, this really happened. Someone just died right in front of me.

Me and Anthony ran back to my house.

I felt this, cold feeling inside me. It started to ache. The ache turned into pain. I feel like I felt the pain he was feeling. It seemed like as he was dying, I could hear him say, “Please do something!”.

“Anthony…please go home”.

He left without saying anything. I think he felt it to.

I get home and my mom was sobbing, lying down on the kitchen floor.

“Your brothers dead..”


(TO BE CONTINUED)

A Clean Well Lighted Place

All things appear and disappear because of the concurrence of causes and conditions. Nothing ever exists entirely alone; everything is in relation to everything else.
The man in this story I think is not alone. He has nobody but the shadow. He had to live his life alone in the shadows. No words can explain how he feels on the inside. This is a tragedy filled with symbols.
Having to live your life alone is…unexplainably terrible. It’s impossible to feel what the old drunk man is feeling unless you are him. Being him is nothing you would ever want to be in a million years. But the reason that this is a tragedy is because it ends in loss, there’s a tragic fall, the main character is in control, and there is a moral lesson. The old drunk man has nobody in his life and no one to love or to love him back. The older waiter is in control, but does not make good decisions. And the moral lesson is that money doesn’t buy happiness. Even if you have the world at the tip of your fingers, you can still be more happy poor and have a family, rather than being rich and having nobody.
Which leads me into the symbols. The symbols in this story have a lot of feelings and emotions. Such as the café. The café is a place that sticks out like a sore thumb, or a brilliant light in the night sky. The café is the only place that’s not sleeping. It’s a place where some people go when everybody else is asleep. Somewhere, where they know there not the only ones.
Another symbol in this story is the shadows. The shadows stand for fear, death, darkness. If it catches you, it will be a part of you forever. The shadow fallows someone who has no one in their life, and isn’t happy. The shadow never falls asleep or takes naps. Like the old man. It keeps him up at night. Wanting to change his past to a better future.
I feel like this story had a boat load of meaning. Even though it was based on a negative meaning. Having to be alone throughout life is unremarkable. Nothing that you ever want to happen to you in life. So make good choices, and avoid the shadow.