julius peppers

Julius Peppers is a very loyal player. He is not the best but he was in the pro bowl as a defensive end. He is from North Carolina and has been playing for the Carolina Panthers for more than five years.

Recently the patriots offered a better contract than the panthers and when your given a better contract for a better team you'd think he would accept, but no, being loyal to his team and home state he stayed with the Carolina Panthers.

So in last sundays game was his chance to show the patriots what they were missing. If any of you have watched the game you probably saw that he did not do what he said. But it is allways great to stick with your team

Luigi

Now Luigi is a very complicated person. He has done many stupid things very unknown reasons. I admire his effort and enthusiasm but in the end of the day it's just not worth it. Now there a few things that he has done that really seem important.

Well one the things he has tried (which is by far the dumbest thing anyone could possibly try) is switching his gym (5th period) with his English (last period) to last period gym and 5th period English. Now this desperate attempt to get last period gym has been taking place since just the beginning of the school year. Recently he attempted to do this without anyone noticing. Lets just say that wasn't his brightest idea. After it worked for one day he decided to do it once again. Well it didn't work so well for his second so I think now he's going to give up (or should).

The other brilliant idea he had was wearing his gym shirt under his polo and not actually wearing the polo. Many teachers have been asking him if he was trying to set an example. He claims he isn't but I think he is. After all the trouble he goes through to do this he gets nothing out of it.

Now he will probably keep fighting for this, he all ways will even if he knows he will fail just like every other time. So I kinda feel sorry him wasting his life with this but whatever it's his life. Now I guess what I learnt from Luigi was never give up keep trying. But Luigi if your reading this just give up it will never work.

A little piece of santa

As soon as we got off the bus I knew it wasn’t going to be the most pleasant experience. The kids stared past the fence only a few seemed glad that we were there, most just little kids. The older kids were not so pleasant they had anger in their eyes.
We got off the bus and unloaded the stuff. When we were walking by the kids stared at us. There were a group of kids playing soccer over to the side. The field they were playing on was mostly dirt it almost no grass anywhere near it. The goal posts were just metal poles and no nets. To the other side there were kids playing basketball. The backboard was kind of damaged and there was no net.
We got into the classroom to separate the stuff.
“The kids don’t look very friendly,” I said to Wensley.
“I know,”
After the stuff was separated Wensley, Mehr, and I were assigned to a 6th grade class. We walked in and the class seemed in total chaos, people were fighting and arguing all over the place. Considering Wensley and I could both not read the names on the list we nominated Mehr. As Mehr read the names Wensley and I handed out the gifts to the ungrateful kids. Only about three people said thank you.
“Don’t you feel like Santa?” I asked Wensley.
“Yea, I do,”
I really do feel like I’m Santa (If you noticed that almost no one ever thanks Santa) I don’t think it really matters because its not what people think of you its what you think of you (so they say).

mothers day

Well mothers days started like any other day. The late rise and early energy. The only thing we really did was go to the pool and spend the day with Luis and his family. After the long and painful trip to the pool we went to benigans for a mothers day dinner and the same thing happens twice a year for both mothers day's.

Queer Quest

We were sitting there in the bus mourning at the fact we had to go back to school. If only the kinds at our sister school would have actually been there for the student council to hand out the Christmas presents.
There were four seniors sitting in the back of the bus and me and Wensley sat right in front of them and to our right was Karen. The senior behind Wensley was blowing up balloon animals.
“I think that guy is gay, he blows up balloon animals. He’s making monkeys hump a tree,” Wensley said.
I nodded my head.
“You know what I want for Christmas. I want a Darth Vader mask and if I can’t get that I want the Death star from star wars.” The senior behind Wensley said.
“You see what I mean this guy is a nerd and is gay,” said Wensley.
“And?” I asked.
“Whatever,” He said.
We sat in silence for a very long time. The bumpy road kept us from thinking.
“You know I miss the good old days when men used to rape women and not men,” Wensley said randomly.
Wensley turned to the senior behind us. “Could you picture Dexter throwing a baby out the window?”
“No I think he would be a wife beater,” The senior said.
“Oh! Even worse.” Wensley said.
As if the bus ride could not get any worse the seniors started to talk about twilight. There endless talking was bad enough but now the twilight has gone too far.
“Who is Jacob?” The senior asked out loud.
“The hot one,” Wensley said.
“Oh we have a little a queer on board,” The seniors shouted in unison.
As the bus ride went on I realised that it is stupid to act gay in front of seniors, or act gay at all but what the hell lets just have fun while it lasts.

Florida

Bonita Springs
Mexican haven
Riverside park

skate
bike
run
jog

where sports
and exercise are all around
perfect weather at all times

Bonita Springs
Mexican haven
Riverside park

Mexicans running stores
Mexicans building Church's
Mexicans everywhere

Bonita Springs
Mexican haven
Riverside park

riverside park is
long as a football field
bumpy enough to be a skate park
like a universal remote

Bonita Springs
Mexican haven
Riverside park

what keeps me writing

Writing is not my favorite thing to do but it does help me vent all my ideas and thoughts and it feels good. I don't really like to write in my free time but I do brainstorm ideas all the time. You could say I only write for school but its more like I write for myself I just do it at school because they want us too. I don't like to write on my own time because I feel like It doesn't accomplish much unlike reading a book you could learn a bunch of things but writing is more like teaching others.

I guess if I had nothing else to do it would be a great way to pass the time but then if I wrote so much then I would run out of ideas to write about for English class because one person does not have an unlimited reserve of ideas and thoughts at least I know I don't. So I guess the only reason I write is because it feels good to let out all those thoughts and ideas trapped inside me.

the patriots

Personally I hate the patriots so much. I will never like the patriots. I'm a panthers fan and any of you that watched football when you were younger then you would know that the patriots beat the panthers in the Superbowl and they haven't been in a Superbowl since.

It's not like I don't think the patriots are a good, I did but not anymore. They were a great team and all they won lots of Superbowl's and won tons of games but now their losing their flow. They have lost 4 games this season and they almost never lose.

Their most recent game against the saints in witch they lost 38-17. Now we are talking the patriots here they have lost 38-17 now for the patriots to lose at all is bad enough but that point margin is just too much.

For any of you that watching that game they played completely sloppy. They just couldn't get anything going and good ole Bill Belichick had to go for a few 4th down situations witch only one or two worked one of witch gave them there first touchdown.

The passing coverage was just horrible, well the defense in total. The defensive line and line backers would just not touch Drew Brees, the saints quarterback. The corners and the safeties just couldn't cover those great receivers.

I'm going to start with the defensive line and linebackers. Well they just couldn't sack Drew Brees. I don't know if it was the great offensive line or those overused pump fakes.

Next I'll just talk bad about all the safeties and corners. They left great receivers wide open with 20 yards of field in both directions. Even if they eat the pump fakes they still left the receivers open. The main priority is the receivers not the quarterback. So all in all the corners and safeties failed and you can probably blame the game on them but not all of it. There were tons of missed tackles.

When one person breaks about 6 tackles and scores a touchdown that proves something about your teams tackling skill. So all in all the patriots have kinda turn over and died for now. They may have a chance to get better before the end of the season.

the accident

We were all having fun in car messing around on our way to my sisters baseball game. It was about two hours away from our house. It was me, my mom, my sister, and brother.
I sat next to my brother, my sister sat in the passenger seat and my mom was driving. We were all just enjoying the fact that my sister was going to play a very important baseball game. I'm not sure if it was the championship but it was pretty important. We were kinda out in the middle of nowhere, it was partly in the forest but it wasn't too far away from any major city.
Out of no where we came to a sudden stop. We either hit a car or a car hit us. I wasn't exactly sure I was too young and I wasn't paying attention. As soon as we came to a stop my brother put his arm in front of me and stopped me from flying forward.
Afterwards I saw my sister he face was all red from the airbag hitting her in face. The only on my mind is what could have happened if my brother didn't stick his arm in front of me.
From i learned two things: older brothers are very important and caring no matter how annoying they may be at times, and that airbags do more harm than help.

journal entry 113

I seemed to notice how different all these people at school are. You'd never think of all the different types of people there are. You can probably base them all by effort. I'm not one to give a whole lot of effort in things especially not schoolwork. I'm quite lackadaisical.

There aren't many conscientious people at my school but the people that are always get rankled about it . That's probably why I'm not to conscientious because i don't really like people bothering but who does. It's not like I do my work slovenly I do care about my grades but not everyone is meant to have A's. My dad has all ways rebuked me about my grades but now I'm kinda used to it.

I can't even begin to depict how hard it is to get all my schoolwork done. It's just impossible. I don't know how people get A's all time. Even if i tried as hard as I could I would still get B's. i guess my brain just can't handle all that work. Sometimes i think our parents had it easy when they were growing up but I can't be so sure. The thing that makes all this so hard is all thing you could be doing in stead of your homework. The world is full of things to do now but we barely get a chance to do any of it with all this homework.

I just wonder what life would be like as an A student I wonder if it would be even worse than being a B student.

When people need to make fun of someone's hair style to make them selves feel better. I think its pretty stupid. it's just a wierd thing to do. really its unnecisary because i'm sure different people look at different hairstyles different ways. and if you don't understand that then thats your problem because im sure its very clear. you know it doesn't really bother me all that much but you seem to think it does but whatever thats up to you and you know who you are

There we all were sitting in the locker room. Tonight was the most important football game of the season for all of us. We even got to play in a real stadium. It may have only been for 3rd place but it was still important because last year we only got 4th.

Tonite was the night to prove ourselves to our coach. I knew I would have a hard time because this game was after I dislocated my shoulder. It may have been stupid to play after having dislocated my shoulder but I wanted to play I needed to play.

I had never been more excited in my life. I had never played in a stadium before I don't think any of us had. It seemed like no one wanted to play though. No one looked like they wanted to win. But that was all the coach had on his mind. He had to win.

We got on the field and the other team looked twice as excited to be there. They wanted to win this game more than us. Most of our good players were injured even the quaterback. Even though we wanted to win we didnt play like it we played like we didn't care.

I was having alot of trouble doing anything, I couldn't tackle, and I was letting everyone run right past me.

"take me out coach im only hurting the team," Isaid

The coach was very disapointed in me but what was I gonna do my shoulder can just heal it self overnight. By half time we were losing but our team didn't even know the score. We didn't really care.

"I'm very dissapointed in you, you guys are playing sloppy and you need to pick up the pace. If our star players are too scared to get hurt and go out and play then everyone else needs to play harder," the coach shouted.

With that we all just lost intrest in playing. No one wanted to get back on the field.

My shoulder was hurting so much i went over to the ambulance. They told me that my shoulder wasn't even in the socket. I was in excrutiating pain.

I don't think any of us actually knew the score at the end of the game. We didn't care about the score. We just wanted to go out there and play.

vocabulary 15 word wednsday

Journal entry 100


I walked into the class room and Mrs. Hunt gave me and everyone else her usual affable greetings. Many people take advantage of her though. I like math class and all but im not all that great at it. The class seemed interminable because we were getting our report card today.
When i got home my parents were pretty mad. My mom asked if something was amiss but my dad is more irascible. He asked me what impelled me to slack off. His tirade left me tremulous. I entreated my dad to not ground me but his seriousness left me despondent.
I never want to get bad grades again and now i reall dont like Mrs. Hunt either

Journal entry 105


Well my history final was today and boy that was hard i mean im no sage. I dont know how they expect us to remember anything about this guy all i can remember is he was reclusive. i thought very profoundly buti was just drawing blanks.
I could hear my dad's voice reverberating in my head "If you dont get good grades you cant go to the amusement park over summer!" so yea lots of pressure on me. I just hope Mr.connoley will have some sympathy