Chew on this

This book is very interesting. In the first three chapters of the book I have learned that one of the big reasons why the people around the world continue to be a unhealthy size is because they eat a lot of fast food. They dont show fat kids eating Mc Donalds on tv. They show skinny kids eating it just so it wont make it look like the resturant is a walking heart attack. I've also learned that the food out of any resurant is designed to taste good so you can keep running back for more and more until you get big. People rather focus on what taste good to them rather whats actually good for you. I give the people who invented these things credit because a lot of them dropped their whole life just to start their restutrant and became real sucessful. They could shut these places down but don't because they are making a great deal of money off of these people. As long as their getting their money they don't care

columbine high documentary

During the time of this shooting I was nearly 1 years old. As I watched the documentary on the school's shooting I felt very sad for the students and I also felt a little scared watching it because you never know if it can happen to you in you're school. The gun and violence rate of The United States compared to any other state is over the roof. I agree in the document when they say insted of trying to talk something out we are quick to shoot, kill, or hurt somebody. The government is okay with it though and they are suppose to be our hero and people we can depend on when all their doing is influencing gun violence. If they realize that our gun rate is over the top and people are getting killed everyday than why don't they stop selling them. For money? When they continue to sell gun and bullets that to me is saying they care more about money rather than the citizens of the U.S.

Mr.Lu-Lu

Dear Mr  Lu-Lu,

The last eight weeks with you have been fun. you were very funny and short so that makes you more funny. You showed us many was to write things and have expanded our minds with new words and stories. We did not agree with all of your assignments but once we had started them we got into them. You actually were one of my favorite teachers this year even though you was always at me about my pictures and always photo bombing them. we appreciate you taking time out of your school day to share and teach us somethings about what you know. Therefore I felt as if you cared more about our education and means a lot. Next class it would be very boring without you but life goes on. You was my favorite teacher this year.

                                                                                                                                    -Avana Davis  

Symbolizm

In she short story The Robber Bridegroom there was a symbol that stuck out to me the most. The symbol that stuck out the most was marriage because its a sign of commitment, love, and care. And soon they were going to get married.

Someone asked why do we write stories. In my opinion we write stories for entertainment for other people to experience someones life from a different view or perspective. Stories may often be something of historical back round to teach you your history so the next generation can know to. Same thing with legends. Some may be fiction or non fiction. you may make up things in your head that is so great you just have to tell somebody else. It could turn into a world wide story and everyone could love it. Someone than asked what makes a story. What makes a story is your imagination. there is many different ideas and history that can be turned into stories. 

A smile So Beautiful

              A smile so beautiful

To me every boy in New York is ugly.  They are never worth my time. They all look grungy, dirty, and even sometimes stank. I’m just waiting for someone really cute to come along and get a collage girl like me. A man so cute that he’ll have a smile so beautiful. As I walked around in school I realized I wanted to go sit in the lunchroom and do my work and eat lunch since was so hungry. Than the person that would later on become my future husband caught my eye. He looked at me I looked at him and we locked eyes. He smiled and proceeded to walk up to me. I act like I didn’t see him walking up and continued to do my work. “Hey what’s your name?” “Jessica.” I told him with a nice smile. I reached out to shake his hand they felt a little rough but it was fine by me I still liked him. “We should g out some times Jessica.” “Umm sure I guess.” He walked away with a smile so beautiful. And I was off to a good collage life.

It Only Takes One Time

My story is tragic but not sad so don’t feel bad for me. I did this to myself. When I was only 18 years old my best friend Ronnie told me “Carl you got to try this man.”

Not knowing what I was getting myself into but not caring at all I decided to go to ahead and do it. He passed me something what seem to look like a stick with smoke coming out of it. He looked at me and nodded his head asking me to take it. So I did. “What do I have to do?’ I asked looking at it. “Man u funny.” He said with a historical laugh as if it was the funniest thing in the world. “All you have to do is out your lips to it and kind of sip it like it’s a Sippy cup.” I start to place it to my lips and it sipped it. I the most horrifying cough ever but once I stopped I felt like I was in heaven. I did it again and again not I can see why Ronnie was so happy. It felt like nothing in the world can take my happiness away.

After of ten years of doing what you call weed I got bored of it and wanted to try something new. Looking around town asking people this man looked at me and told me “I think I have what your looking for.” Wasting no time I followed him to a black van he handed me a big bag of what seemed to be cocaine. “How much?”  “300 bucks.” “I don’t have that kind of money.” “Well you got to do something if you want this man.  I had to think to myself about what I was going to do. Ill gives you my living room chair. The strange man looked at me and raised his eyebrow. I think we can make a deal. I looked at him confused and asked what kind of deal? Ill gives you the stuff but it depends on how good the chair looked. Ok I said with convenience.

Monuments later we pulled up to my apartment and I unlocked the door to my house. I showed the man my chair. This aint half bad. I mean it had I a stain fro the coffee I had earlier but it will do cause I know he can get it out with no problem since it was a new stain. He glanced at me and said ill take it. We haled the chair into his white pick up. He gave me my stuff. He was satisfied and so were I. but I guess that wasn’t enough for me sooner or later I was out of a house. Most of my furniture, appliances were gone. Even the paintings were gone off my wall. I think my high took over me. And if that wasn’t enough I couldn’t afford rent anymore. Now I’m a homeless man living in a salter with random people all because of one mistake