It is almost the end of the year! 
This was a great year . I made new friends and enemies. My favorite memory is when we were all playing around at lunch and then someone threw something, hit my friends milk, and then it spilled on my friend. The next day, the person who threw something accidentally spilled milk on him. There were also some other instances that were pretty funny, but that was pretty much the funniest. I did amazing in school, except for the last semester. Just remember, I should be a grade lower.
« Nerdy Wordy
This is a nerdy wordy story I had to write, I hope you like it.
Once there was a prodigious penguin named Peter. He did multiple things. He was an inventor, a trumpeter, and a basketball player. All his inventions came from profound thoughts. He was a lurid trumpeter and played basketball in a singular way. He was a very awkward penguin though, he was vividly pallor. Every time he went out to play, he was made fun of. He was very austere because in the middle of the night, someone pranked him and plucked him bare. Ever since then he has been stolid to all his friends and everyone else. Sometimes he wanted to suicide because he felt so bad, he thought of himself as a martyr. One day he got a letter in the mail that was exquisitely made but he thought that it was a threat letter of some sort. The note dictated that he should go to his back yard tonight and that whoever he would, that person would help him. His countenance showed an incredulous smile, but he decided to go anyway. S that night he went into his backyard and waited. He did a couple semicircles to pass the time and fifteen minutes later he finally saw someone. He could barely make out the shape of the figure and saw what looked to be a sheep. When the thing got closer he saw what it was, a goat.
“A goat, why would a goat want to help me!” Thought Peter
The goat came closer and closer, he was getting scared. When the goat got close enough they started chatting. The goat explained that he was a goat too, not a penguin at all. Peter thought that that explained a lot. Why he was shaved, why he was made fun of, and why the goat wanted to help him. After all these years that he thought he was a semi-aquatic animal but he was really a goat. When the other goat named Martha finally left, he went to bed, hoping for a better tomorrow.
END OF THE YEAR :) »« Poetry
I had to write a poem in Literature so I wrote one about jellybeans . It was very ironic that I was hungry when I thought of the idea for the poem. I used a little bit of iambic tetrameter here and there. Here, want to see:).
Jellybeans
Jellybeans are such a treat.
Jellybeans are fun eat.
Pop them up right in the air.
Just don’t let them fall in your hair.
Jellybeans , oh jellybeans.
They make my jeans get smaller.
Why do you have to be so bad for me?
Oh why do you have to be so bad for me?
I can eat you with ice cream
and by any other mean.
You are you are very yummy,
and very gummy.
Nerdy Wordy »« Hit counter
I have made a little poem, would you like to hear? Well you are going to hear it either way!
A beach is a beach,
and a leech is a leech.
A car is a car,
but what is a star?
It looks kind of close,
But it is really far.
How far is far?
Is far just eight inches,
or is it a mile?
I hope it is close because my friend will give me pinches
if I don’t grab a star from out really far.
By: ME
Top Play »« College Sports
Me and my friend had just made a story, take a look:
Secret Agent Taco
It was serene, too serene, all of a sudden ninjas attacked! They tried to dip me in taco sauce but I made them slip using my mayonnaise and they couldn’t get up. It was manifest that I had won, and I turned around at an acute angle. Then I saw it. It was the worst place a taco could be. It was called, Taco Bell. The singular place was swarmed with the people ninjas that had come to venerate us and then eat us. This was an awful reposing place for many innocent tacos. Thats when I saw it, a person ninja with a grotesque belly, carrying my girl friend walked in the back door. I found an an artificial plant, and with an odious clamor I swung down on an artificial vine and rescued my girlfriend. It was on the way back to the front door when I saw my mortal enemy, Sir Eatsalot. I knew there was only one thing to do, I slapped him in the visage and flew out an open window. I knew he would be hot on my trail. I shot some mayo on a tire and ran away. I never saw Sir Eatsalot again (for now).
College Sports »« Conference Connection
It was conference time again, and this time, I led the conference. I thought it would be scary, but it was actually kind of nice. I was able to show them the portfolio on my laptop, my artwork and so much more. We also had set a goal for the next semester and I am trying to achieve it. I hope we do it again next time.
Secret Agent Taco »« Some good books
Out of three learning styles, auditory; visual; and kinesthetic, I am 37% kinesthetic, 37% Auditory, and 25% visual. I would like to consider myself kinesthetic because I don’t like to remember things but I still can remember things very well.
Mythical Resume »« Ender’s Game
The netbooks are finally here and I love them. They take all the
pain from hauling big books from class to class. There are usually
three books that I have to haul to English and literature but now
that I have a netbook this year, I only need to bring my netbook to
class. It even gets easier if you have a carrying case. Also when you
have free time you can play around on the Internet or with
something on the computer. I am so happy to have these
netbooks.
Ender’s Game »
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