The other day, I met a boy named Phil and his family. They were on vacation from the 22nd century! Phil told me that they got a rented a time machine and they were on their way to a time way back in the day.
So I decided to call him Phil of the Future. Oh, Phil. He was keeping it together just as best as he can. What can I say? He's a 22nd century man!
So I asked Phil when he had to go back to the future. He said that he and his family were on a holiday through history, but the final destination was a mystery. Apparently, something on the time machine had blown, so they ended up right here in our time zone!
Phil of the future. He never knew in history just where he would land, but what can I say? He's a 22nd century man!
Monday, December 9, 2013
I Love My Sister
Unfortunately, I never went to the writing center this semester. However, my sister, who is a writing fellow, was able to edit and revise my papers on many occasions. I felt that this was sufficient, and I received sold grades on my papers, all thanks to her.
One of the papers my sister helped me with was the literacy narrative. At first, I didn't have quite enough dialogue, and she quick to point that out. Also, many comma splices were ousted thanks to her.
Another paper my sister helped me with was the literary analysis. She felt that I was summarizing too much, and guided me in the right direction. I am so grateful for her help!
One of the papers my sister helped me with was the literacy narrative. At first, I didn't have quite enough dialogue, and she quick to point that out. Also, many comma splices were ousted thanks to her.
Another paper my sister helped me with was the literary analysis. She felt that I was summarizing too much, and guided me in the right direction. I am so grateful for her help!
Monday, December 2, 2013
Monday, November 18, 2013
Stock Market Game
So, the other day I had the great idea of creating a stock market game with a couple of my buddies. No real money is involved, but it is a great competitive way to see who would fare the best in the stock market. The way we are doing this whole competition is through a great website called MarketWatch. The website consists of actual trading and investment advice, but there is a game on it that deals with virtual money, and private games can be made. Last Friday, Elijah and I started the whole thing, and so far we have seven guys in the game.
Things have been rough so far. Everyone started out with 100k, and the only one to make a profit after day one is Parker. Second place is Wilbur, then Kazuki, me, Squid, and last is Elijah. Apparently Parker is a stock genius that actually knows what's going on and makes conscious and well though-out investments. Anyway, today was a down day anyhow so I won't worry too much about it.
Things have been rough so far. Everyone started out with 100k, and the only one to make a profit after day one is Parker. Second place is Wilbur, then Kazuki, me, Squid, and last is Elijah. Apparently Parker is a stock genius that actually knows what's going on and makes conscious and well though-out investments. Anyway, today was a down day anyhow so I won't worry too much about it.
What is your favorite holiday and why do you like it?
My favorite holiday is Thanksgiving, and it is especially apropos that it is because it is creeping around the corner. Some years I eat a huge meal with my dad's side of the family, which is scattered throughout Louisiana. Other times, we travel to San Antonio to celebrate Thanksgiving with my mom's side. I like Thanksgivings with them better because they are younger and more fun.
Aside from the traditional turkey, I always eat a different kind of meat, especially when I eat with my dad's side. We are avid hunters, and elk is usually the choice meat at dinner, because it is in season and my dad just killed an elk last week in Montana. In San Antonio, it is usually turkey and ham with tamales and enchiladas, which I can't complain about.
This year, my uncle's family from San Antonio are coming to visit us for the first time in years, and I am super excited. His two kids are named Guy and Ana, and are seven and five, respectively. I can't wait to have a blast with them!
Aside from the traditional turkey, I always eat a different kind of meat, especially when I eat with my dad's side. We are avid hunters, and elk is usually the choice meat at dinner, because it is in season and my dad just killed an elk last week in Montana. In San Antonio, it is usually turkey and ham with tamales and enchiladas, which I can't complain about.
This year, my uncle's family from San Antonio are coming to visit us for the first time in years, and I am super excited. His two kids are named Guy and Ana, and are seven and five, respectively. I can't wait to have a blast with them!
Monday, November 11, 2013
My Day
Hey, guys. I want to tell you about my normal weekday.
5:50 - Alarm goes off. Snooze
6:15- Actually get out of bed and take a shower. I have to make haste now that I slept 15 minutes too long.
6:30- I'm going through the motions. Get dressed, eat breakfast, brush teeth, put shoes on, grab a pen (not a pencil, even though I know Mrs. Sabotke will yell at me for not being prepared), and walk out the door and into my sister's car.
7:25- Arrive at school, hopefully without a near-death experience (my sister's just starting) and hear the spiel about how Jared Swetnam's huge car gets it her way.
7:28- Walk to Perkins, passing the eighth graders playing nine square, Mr. Williams in his golf cart jamming to some rap, and hopefully Coach Rhea so I can strike up a conversation.
7:30- Enter the Perkins upstairs locker hall. To my left is the usual guys updating each other with the fantasy football rundown from Sunday (most activity on Mondays). To my right is the girls that I don't talk to that much, and down the hallway are people cramming for the Spanish test that they didn't study for last night.
7:45- Time to get to class. Let's say today is an E-day, and Monday, so I have Geometry first. I sit in the back with Barton, Kazuki T, and Garrett. Basically, Garrett and I quote Home Alone the whole class Occasionally we do things to piss Barton off, like everyone's favorite game "How many pieces of paper can we put in Barton's hoodie before he notices!" 27, if you were wondering.
8:45- Next up is AP World History with Mrs. Harper. I sit in the corner and mostly goof off with Azha, but I enjoy listening in on Jackson Davis' talks about life.
9:45- Since it is a Monday, I have advisory with Subashi, which basically speaks for itself. But I really get rankled when it becomes a complaint fest about Mrs. Pulliam's latest antics.
10:15- Time for a quick snack and leisure time before PE
10:30- Time for dreaded PE, where I have to lift weights three days a week for basketball. It's easy to get annoyed by Coach B's default response-"You know why you asked me that? Because you're a freshman." But he really is starting to grow on me.
11:30- At last it is time for Spanish, the zenith of my day since seventh grade. It is quite easy for Camille and I to be regaled by the word of the day, or Will McCarthy in general. I really cannot talk about Spanish all that much because 1. I would get in trouble, and 2. it would take days, even weeks of writing to sum it all up.
12:30- Lunch time! Always a good part of the day, especially when the food is good. After lunch, nine square is a good way to pass the time, but sitting on the planters and making Laurel Ann mad is also a good way to go.
1:30- Time for bloody Biology with THE DocHawk. I can't tell you how useful my knowledge of cells will be in my later life. Oh yeah, Brooke and Rory also.
2:30- Time to produce in study hall with Coach Stevens. Sometimes I do work, but other times I watch Clayton play headsoccer, Motorbike, or Kickoff Returner.
3:20- My academic day is over, but two hours of basketball awaits. I enjoy it, though.
5:30- Leave Basketball and head for the late bus, hopefully on time (sorry Alyssa).
6:00- Hit the shower, change into comfortable clothes, and have a nice meal.
7:00- Homework
10:00- Hopefully in bed.
5:50 - Alarm goes off. Snooze
6:15- Actually get out of bed and take a shower. I have to make haste now that I slept 15 minutes too long.
6:30- I'm going through the motions. Get dressed, eat breakfast, brush teeth, put shoes on, grab a pen (not a pencil, even though I know Mrs. Sabotke will yell at me for not being prepared), and walk out the door and into my sister's car.
7:25- Arrive at school, hopefully without a near-death experience (my sister's just starting) and hear the spiel about how Jared Swetnam's huge car gets it her way.
7:28- Walk to Perkins, passing the eighth graders playing nine square, Mr. Williams in his golf cart jamming to some rap, and hopefully Coach Rhea so I can strike up a conversation.
7:30- Enter the Perkins upstairs locker hall. To my left is the usual guys updating each other with the fantasy football rundown from Sunday (most activity on Mondays). To my right is the girls that I don't talk to that much, and down the hallway are people cramming for the Spanish test that they didn't study for last night.
7:45- Time to get to class. Let's say today is an E-day, and Monday, so I have Geometry first. I sit in the back with Barton, Kazuki T, and Garrett. Basically, Garrett and I quote Home Alone the whole class Occasionally we do things to piss Barton off, like everyone's favorite game "How many pieces of paper can we put in Barton's hoodie before he notices!" 27, if you were wondering.
8:45- Next up is AP World History with Mrs. Harper. I sit in the corner and mostly goof off with Azha, but I enjoy listening in on Jackson Davis' talks about life.
9:45- Since it is a Monday, I have advisory with Subashi, which basically speaks for itself. But I really get rankled when it becomes a complaint fest about Mrs. Pulliam's latest antics.
10:15- Time for a quick snack and leisure time before PE
10:30- Time for dreaded PE, where I have to lift weights three days a week for basketball. It's easy to get annoyed by Coach B's default response-"You know why you asked me that? Because you're a freshman." But he really is starting to grow on me.
11:30- At last it is time for Spanish, the zenith of my day since seventh grade. It is quite easy for Camille and I to be regaled by the word of the day, or Will McCarthy in general. I really cannot talk about Spanish all that much because 1. I would get in trouble, and 2. it would take days, even weeks of writing to sum it all up.
12:30- Lunch time! Always a good part of the day, especially when the food is good. After lunch, nine square is a good way to pass the time, but sitting on the planters and making Laurel Ann mad is also a good way to go.
1:30- Time for bloody Biology with THE DocHawk. I can't tell you how useful my knowledge of cells will be in my later life. Oh yeah, Brooke and Rory also.
2:30- Time to produce in study hall with Coach Stevens. Sometimes I do work, but other times I watch Clayton play headsoccer, Motorbike, or Kickoff Returner.
3:20- My academic day is over, but two hours of basketball awaits. I enjoy it, though.
5:30- Leave Basketball and head for the late bus, hopefully on time (sorry Alyssa).
6:00- Hit the shower, change into comfortable clothes, and have a nice meal.
7:00- Homework
10:00- Hopefully in bed.
Desert Island Simulation Reflection
I really enjoyed the simulation in class on Thursday. We identified people who were strong in areas, and assigned them to jobs. For example, Azzie wanted to take care of the little kids, so we decided to put her in charge of them. Meredyth showed valuable survivor skills, so our leader Trevor designated her as head survivalist. We made groups of three or four and assigned them jobs like hunting, making shelter, making fire, and getting rescued.
I think that our class could make it a while on this island, but realistically, we would all die fairly soon. After some time, the group members of no assistance would leave us no choice but to eat them. After a few meals of our peers we would start to go a little crazy. Meanwhile, our waning food supply of whatever bony animals inhabited the island would act more gingerly around humans, thus becoming harder to kill. Plus, two of the people that we ate were hunters, so we had to move some of the water collectors over to the hunting group, leaving us with not enough water to drink, cook, and bathe with. We would get bored on this island, inevitably. Stupid actions lead to consequences, especially when there is no medicine on the island besides the First Aid Kit on the plane that the person we killed used to defend herself with. Who wants to inject themselves with needles splattered with blood? Not me.
LOTF- 2 hrs
I think that our class could make it a while on this island, but realistically, we would all die fairly soon. After some time, the group members of no assistance would leave us no choice but to eat them. After a few meals of our peers we would start to go a little crazy. Meanwhile, our waning food supply of whatever bony animals inhabited the island would act more gingerly around humans, thus becoming harder to kill. Plus, two of the people that we ate were hunters, so we had to move some of the water collectors over to the hunting group, leaving us with not enough water to drink, cook, and bathe with. We would get bored on this island, inevitably. Stupid actions lead to consequences, especially when there is no medicine on the island besides the First Aid Kit on the plane that the person we killed used to defend herself with. Who wants to inject themselves with needles splattered with blood? Not me.
LOTF- 2 hrs
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