Thursday, December 17, 2009

JOURNAL 2 Tanika

A peach is the most special thing to me, just the sweet smell of the peach is wonderful.
Peaches have alot of vitamin C which are important for fighting off infections.
Look how rosy they are and sometimes bright yellow. And they are very beautiful, they are good and sweet and juicey and delightful. The bitter seeds smell likealmonds. Just to have one peach to yourself will have you thinking that it's the best fruit ever.

JOURNAL 4 Tanika

One day, Nikki was walking in the woods thinking abot and missing her beloved william.

Kieth was looking down at her just looking to still her beauty and torment. He saw Nikki just walking around in the woods and he came to meet her.

Kieth said: "Why Ms Nikki I have been waiting on you"

"What do you want"

"Kieth sad what do I want I want to ask you something"

"Nikki said no thanks I dont want it."

"Kieth said you haven't what I have to say to you I could make you very rich"

"Thats okay theres is always a catch"

I dont want anything with williams love I am rich beyond my dreams.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Journal 8~Amanda Glacken

I believe that children are spending too much time watching television. I have a two year old daughter who is addicted to cartoons. Every morning she wakes up and says that she wants chocolate milk and to watch cartoons. Although it is a good babysitter, sometimes I worry that watching so much television is going to make her lazy. Since it's cold out right now, it's hard to let her go outside and play.

According to the University of Michigan health system, children ages 2-5 watch 32 hours of television a week. Iwould say this is probably true with my daughter.

Children and TV By: Shante' Berry

Today there are many children that spend too much time watching television. Children spend all their time watching unnecessary television shows, that fills their head with nonsense. Children today believe everything that they see or hear on TV. Television plays a big role on some of the serious things that happen between siblings. Wrestling is one of the TV shows that is dangerous for young children to watch. Children watch this show and they repeat the things they've seen the professional wrestlers do. "Kids who view violent acts are more likely to show aggressive behavior but also fear that the world is scary and that something bad will happen to them" (www.kidshealth.org).

Television can be good for children. There are shows that teach children to count, their alphabets, colors, shapes, different animals, etc. It's just too much TV time that affects the brain of our young children. When children just sit in front of the television and watch TV for hours, they become nonactive. They don't want to do too much of anything, like go play with friends, go out with family, etc. That causes a overweight problem with the young children today. " A great deal is known about children and television, because there has been thousands of studies on the subject. Researchers have studied how TV affects kids' sleep, weight, grades, behavior, and more" (www.med.umich.edu).

So what should young children today really be doing? They should be active, out playing with friends, enjoying life. They should not be believing that television is the answer to everything. In order for this to happen parents need to take charge and manage how much TV time their children get.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Journal 8 Aaron Pullins IV

Gas prices are reasonable,but I miss the days when gas was just .99 cent per gallon .I could put 5 dollars in my 1988 Chrysler Lebaron and go as far as Forest Park.I used to love filling up for ten dollars.Now and people have to debate rather to get food or gas,and thats a tough decision.

The gas should be $1.50 per gallon for regular unleaded.People could get around more and get things done.This would help the economy in a major way and create more jobs in the market.
Businesses that import and export would continue to go further and have funds for future needs.

If I was President of the United States,that would be one first things I would do in office.
This would help families and businesses in a major way;More fuel to push other products in America.

JOURNAL 7 SARIA

Children today spend too much time watching television. I have a three years old niece who cry all day if you don't put the TV on for her. She can sit all day watching the same thing over and over and over. One day we had to go to the store so her mother and I had to turn the TV off so that we can go but the little girl went crazy. I had to tell her that she can come back and watch TV but she was crying so hard to the point that we didn't even go to the store. That night I told my brother about his daughter and instead of him talking to her he went and bought her a battery TV! I think that Kidds this day spend most of their time in front of the TV, and that is not good for them at all.

Children and television By Eric Crossty/Journal 8

When I was a young boy, I can remember I never wanted to stay inside to watch television. I never wanted to go inside to eat or to do homework. Staying outdoors was one of my favorite things to do and some my closes friends also. We spent several hours playing sports and riding bikes rather than sit and stare at a colorful box. Children today spend too much time watching television. Recent studies show that children ages 2-5 spends an average of 32 hours per week(Kaiser Family Foundation's Publication). Children between the ages of 6-11 spend an average of 28 hours in front of the television per week, presumably because they are in school(Kaiser Family Foundation's Publication). Mp3's, Ipods, and other electronical devices allow children to spend a lenghty amount of time on the internet which can be as bad as television. Too much television can harm our children so we as parents need to control the time we allow them to watch.

Teachers are ersponsibilty for installing value for childern

I believe that the parent are responsible for installing values. Because the parents spend more time with there children. Parents teach there kids to respect themselves and other people, and to have a long life goal. Parents give there children vision, While teachers just teach according to developmental needs styles. Teachers are responsible for preparing the children for the all the stages of school some life changes to. But it is still the parent's responsibility because they are our shadows.


Tanika

BONITA BATTON - JOURNAL 8 - TEACHERS DO NOT HAVE THE PRIMARY RESPONSIBILITY FOR INSTILLING VALUES IN CHILDREN

I feel that it is a misnomer world-wide that teachers have the primary responsibility for teaching and instilling values in children.



It is a known fact, or it should be, that parents are the primary teachers in their children's lives, and it should not be an automatic opinion that that responsibility should be on the teachers. They should only be a back-up to the parents, instead of the other way around.



Initially, parents have the sole responsibility of teaching their children. There is no reason that this project, being so important, can be left in the hands of anyone other than parents. It would be easier on parents to be able to depend on such a matter, but, NOT.



The responsibility of teachers in the educational system is to teach as much of the system as possible to our children. Personally, I feel that it is not up to teachers to teach such things as values, manners, personal issues, love, unselfishness, how to be a productive person in life, or anything related to life itself.



It is too important of an issue that teachers have on them to have to inject another issue. Most parents should support teachers. Once when my sons were in grade school, the teachers were striking for more financial support within the Cincinnati Public School System. Most of the parents in my neighborhood stayed at home. When I saw this, I phoned some of the parents, who in turn phoned some of the other parents and we not only supported the effort through phone solicitations, but we actually joined in the picketing and physically supported the teachers. That's the kind of respect I have always had for our teaching institute.



It's just that important. Teachers have never made the money that they should have. I personally feel that their jobs are extremely undervalued. They are second in command, in my opinion, to parents. And that's all I have to say about that.



They are too much of an entity to ignor.

Amanda Griffin- Journal 8

I agree with the statment that children spend to much time wathcing tv. Now a days children will sit inside and watch tv all day in their free time, instead of maybe studying, or reading, or just going outside to get some fresh air. I think a big problem with children that spend to much time wathcing tv, is that they start lacking social skills and may also be a problem why so many children and becoming obese. Televison can decrease interactions with one another, and stunt the development of family relationships.

The average child watches 1,680 minuets of television per week. (The sourcebook for teaching Science) The American Academy of Pediatrics has suggested to limit your child's use of TV to 1 to 2 hours per day.

Journal 8...by Beckie Sealock

I think gas prices are pretty reasonable today, considering that about 2 1/2 years ago it was almost up to about $4.00 a gallon. And ten years ago, the price of a gallon of gas was about $1.10. Today, the average price of a gallon of gas is $2.35. Not bad considering everything else has gone up considerably.

A loaf of bread in 199 was about $1.29 and today a loaf of bread is about $2.99.
A carton of 12 eggs in 1999 was $1.79 and today the average price for 12 eggs is $.99.
McDonald's hamburger in 1998 was $2.69 and today you can buy a hamburger off the $1 menu.

So some prices have gone down on items compared to ten years ago, maybe it makes up the little bit of difference for a gallon of gas.

Monday, November 23, 2009

********Thanksgiving thanks...by Beckie Sealock

What I am most thankful this year is that my loved ones are healthy and alive. Everyone in my family has a roof over their heads and food on the table. They have heat in their homes and clean clothes on their backs.

My Mother and Step-father are coming to my house from Pennsylvania this year for Thanksgiving and I cannot wait. This will be my Step-dad's first visit to see where and how I live.

My Mom and I are planning to go shopping on Black Friday. I will probably take her to the new outlet mall in my town of Monroe. She'll be excited about that, which that will make me happy. My daughter, Ally, is working that day from twelve midnight to eight in the morning, so I'm hoping we can time it just right so that we can pick her up to go shopping with us when she is done with her shift.

One other thing that I am thankful for this year is my boyfriend Ron....soon to be fiance' then husband, (someday). We have melted our families together and have had our up and downs with that, but it seems to be working out just fine. I'm thankful for him because my daughter Taylor now has a terrific father in her life and 2 older sisters that she can talk with and fight with.

These are the things that I am most thankful for.

Journal 2 Saria

My car is my baby. I love my car so much. it smells like roses. it is big and red. it is fast. I don't think i can live with out my car. my car is my everything. when i am driving it i feel like a quine and that i role the world. my car is my best friend it don't bother me about noting. when i got a problem i run to my car and cry and my car don't judge me.

journal 3 Saria

I remember when I was 9 years old my mother took me and my sister to Egypt. we went there because I had good grads and that's what I wanted to do. my mother was a flight attendant and I wanted to be just like that one day. she took me to see the pyramids. it was the most beautiful place I have ever been to. it was like a dream Reilly like I was dreaming that I was in this place expat it was real and i got to see alto to things meet new people from all over the world. I wish that one day I can go back and visit because that was one of my best childhood memories.

Saria Journal 6

One process that i am familiar with is the going to the ER room process. it is so hard to be seen when you first walk in to the ER room. they first sign you inn then you have to wait till they call you to see what maid you come to the ER room then they will tell you to sit in the waiting room. after that they will call you again to registration and get your information. after about a two hour wait they will take you to the back of the room then again you have to wait for the doctor. Then you Finlay get to see the doctor.
if i could do it in a better way i would hire more staff and alto more doctors so that the proses can go faster.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Cook Preparation

This blog is to show people how to prepare to cook. This process may sound easy, but it's quite hard. These steps should make it easier:
1. When preparing, you have to first know what you are cooking; this way you will know what you need to take out.
2. Once you have your meal planned, take the proper pots and pans out. (You can't cook a turkey in a skillet).
3. After you have yours pots out, take the proper utensils out. (You can't cook a steak with a plastic fork).
4. Depending on your meal, turn the oven on to desired temperature. (You can't cook baked chicken in an oven that's 100 degrees).
5. After all those things are taken care of, you now take everything out that it will take to cook the meal in the pots and pans. (Butter, cooking oil, or vinegar; it all helps).
Now you are all set up for the food; I hope you know how to cook.

Journal 7 Why I dont date older women over 35 anymore Aaron Pullins

Dating can be fun,until you run into a woman who has more experience than you,and expects to much from you.I used to date women my age until I got tired of them.I always had fantasies of being with an older woman as a kid for some reason,but now I am very careful of dating women over 35.

I recently met a women that was 35 years old.She seemed nice and polite,and pretty much went went the flow. I went out to her house a couple times and had a ball! She called me everyday after that,to the point I kind of got turned off.She was to demanding,and didnt give me a chance to continue to be romantic to her.

She called me one good nite while I was chilling and ask me to come to her now or else. I was busy with school work at the time,so I couldn't make it.She got mad and threatened to have me hurt by her goons.I guess I hurt her feelings.I learned my lesson.Never get involved with an older woman unless you really know her or love her.

Now she keeps calling asking to chill but,I am scared to see her again.

Back Against the Wall by Eric Crossty

Starting a new job assignment can have its conflicts. I just recently got reassigned to being a Flex Officer with my company and it's conflicting with my school schedule. a Flex Officer is someone who does or does not have a set work schedule and work at multiple different work sites. The job pays more money but, by me taking morning classes can effect my payroll. I take morning classes and my employer has scheduled me with morning shifts. Since then, I have considered going to 3rd shift so I am able to pay my bills on time. This is a tough decision I have to make, and I need to do something quick because the holidays are here. Stuck with no money during the holidays will bring you down so faster than anything. I will miss my old assignment because the work schedule went perfect with my school schedule. No one said everything you do in life will be easy but we have to take the good with the bad.

Jounral 7 Today Tanika

Today was the worse day I was late for class. You know when you come in late every body stares at you. That was really funny and as I was walking by ERIN said something crazy that's nothing new. Ms Whitley was talking about a story that the class read and I missed it the storie seem to be really interesting, and the two class clowns were up to there usual thing seeing who can be the biggest clown. So we are on break in the computer room. Eric and Erin are trying to come up with things to write about. So they have know a idea that I am writing about them since I had nothing else to write about so I am done. They are quite now look at that I really think that Eric was drink something other then a Tea in a can. We all know he is a drunk and now Erin is talking about why he dont date women over 30 look at that oh really.

IF THIS WORLD WAS MINE-Journal 7- Carla McNeal

If this world was mine, it wouldn't have to shine all the time. If we can accept the sun, then we must accept the rain. Life would be full of happiness, yet we must feel some pain. Emotionally erect, emotionally correct would fit into our psyche, just like the word Nike we would just do it and achieve it, most of all become it. Whatever our dreams and aspirations, our lives would be full of love not desperation. Every other day we would wake up to a rainbow and in the trees the most beautiful robin would be singing, the bells from the churches would be ringing. God and his son would have the whole world singing of their mighty power that would grace all mankind in a shower of flowers. I know this sounds a little hokey poky, yet it rings in my heart to talk about love instead of hate, about understanding instead of just being demanding.

bonita batton blogger 7 - THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS

We are coming upon another Christmas, December 25th. All the world will be filled with the spirit on that day. It's the time e sing, share, smile, pray, are generally nice to each other and obviously feel the spirit of Christmas. Then, comes the day after. The spirit is gone, we all go back to feeling the same prejudices we felt previously before the holiday and all is well with the world.


What is the difference in that particular spirit. How come we cannot have that same spirit all of the time. I personally love everyone. Sometimes it makes me feel bad that we do go back to our old ways so soon after the holiday. I have witnessed people actually going out of their way to be nice around that time of year. What is the difference in that particular spirit. Is it so hard to be nice to people? Can we learn to treat people the way we want to be treated? What will it take?


Christmas is a giving time. We give gifts, we transfer feelings from good to bad; we love people better; we maybe love ourselves more? Is it the air around that time of year? What makes people smile at each other then?


It's a conundrum, meaning a riddle or hard question. I don't think anyone can explain it. It may take a rocket scientist to figure it out - it doesn't make sense.


Is there anyone who can explain this to me? This is really hard.

Journal 7 by Beckie Sealock

Hmmmmm, what should I talk about????

Do you know that Cincinnati has a lot of bugs? Really, it's true. I'm from Pennsylvania, and I have never seen so many different types of bugs in my life.

Maybe it's the flat land out here, maybe it's because Cincinnati is so much farther south than Pittsburgh is, I don't know. But after I moved here, last November, I kept seeing this one bug in particular in my boyfriend's apartment. It was long; about 2 inches long, it was brownish in color, and it had a thousand legs...and it freaked me out the first time I saw one.

Every-time I found one, I would kill it with a napkin, a shoe, or whatever I could find. But one day in particular, I killed one with a fly-swatter. It was a perfect kill, no guts flying anywhere, no legs disengaging from the body...just a perfect kill. So I left it where I killed it, on the window sill in our bedroom. So when my boyfriend came home, I told him about it and took him by the hand and walked him to the bedroom and showed him the perfect kill on the windowsill. I asked him, "What is this?" He looked at it, said "I don't know", gave me a funny look and then walked away.

Now, this was just getting on my nerves...every-time I turned around there was a new bug in that apartment. I swear to this day that that apartment was haunted. I swear that it was built on top of an Indian burial ground or something.

Then, frustrated as all heck, I tried to look it up on the internet. I wanted to find out where all these damn bugs kept coming from so I could nip it in the bud so to speak.

So I looked, found a couple of them on the internet but couldn't decide which one was my bug. I think it's a millipede, but I'm not totally convinced.

We have moved since then, right down the road to a bigger house. Our landlord moved into our old place.

Guess what? I left the bug on the windowsill.

Amanda Griffin- Journal 7

Black Friday one of my favorite days of the year. Black Friday is the day after Thanksgiving and is one of the biggest shopping days of the year. This day can bring out the worst in people. However, I think it is so funny to watch these people fight over stuff and push and shove and then 10 minuets later I watch them put the item down.

My husband and I go out every year on this day starting at 5am. I will research the black Friday ads 2 weeks before, trying to find out who will have the best deals. I usually try and make a list before we leave the house so we have an action plan for each place. We start at Wal-Mart at 5am. Wal-Mart is different then some of the other places. You can enter Wal-Mart before 5am but can not put anything into your cart until 5am. So people are all piled around all of these huge pallets full of the hottest items this Christmas Season. We are only in there a total of 10 to 15 minuets grabbing items. Then were off to the next location which is Target. Target opens it's doors at 6am, so we stand in a line all the way around the building freezing our butts off. When the door opens everyone files in single file and then runs once they get inside. My husband and I split up and go for the items that we put on the list. We meet at the check out and move on to the next place. We continue from store to store until we are so tired.

At this point we go home take a nap and then continue on shopping again later in the day for whatever is left in the stores that is still a really good deal and worth buying.

Journal 7~Amanda Glacken

For the past two months I have had free cable. I have no idea how it happened but when we moved in the guy we bought the house from told us it was there. It would have been stupid not to take advantage of it.

I was really enjoying not paying for the t.v. I was watching. Well, this past Saturday morning I was watching cartoons with my daughter, Kaylie, when suddenly the cable was gone. I started flipping through the channels to see if it was just Nickelodeon that didn't work, but it wasn't. Every channel had static. I was upset, but Kaylie was even more upset. She kept screaming, "I wanna watch Dora!" Luckily she got a Dora DVD from Santa last Christmas. Unfortunately we had to keep watching it over and over and over. It was pretty annoying, but at least she was happy.

So, now I have to join the real world and start paying for my television. It sucks, but at least I had the opportunity to enjoy free cable for a little while.

Journal 7 By: Shante' Berry

Rainy days are the most boring days that I know of. They are slow, drowsy, and boring. There is not much to do on a rainy day because it's raining. Days seem much much longer then they should, people don't want to do anything, but sleep and lay around all day. Children can't go outside and play because of the wet weather. I can't even think of anything good to write about because it's a rainy day.

Rainy days are for aquatic animals because they are immune to water, so this weather would be perfect for them, they can always find something to do. From chasing each other to just sitting out in the rain, they always have something to do. People on the other hand have to watch out for buses and cars zooming down the street through puddles, so we won't get soaked and wet.

The best thing that I find good about the rain, is watching my son have fun splashing in puddles. When I see him in his rain gear splashing his little life away, I remember back to when I was a kid doing the exact thing. I guess as we grow up, we find rainy days not to be so interesting as we did when we were younger.

I guess I can actually appreciate rain because if it wasn't for rain who would be complaining. There are some days that need to be slow, boring, and drowsy. I think there are some days where people should be stuck in the house, because it gives them more time to spend with their children. So altogether I guess I am pretty happy for these rainy days that come and go.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Journal 6, by Beckie Sealock

How to make excellent chili.....not Cincinnati style.

Take 1 pound of thawed hamburger, take out of wrapping, and put in frying pan. Brown the hamburger until all brown. Drain the grease. I rinse my hamburger off with water to get all the grease off. I also use 85 percent fat free beef....it's better for you, but the recipe does not state this.

Then add 2 cans of tomato sauce, I use the store brand. Next, the recipe calls for 1 can of kidney beans....again, I use the store brand....but I use 2 cans, to make it extra gassy, which I regret in bed that night because of my boyfriend really loving my chili.

Next, instead of using chili powder, I use McCormick's Mild Chili Seasoning packet. I feel I couldn't get the right flavor with chili powder, so that is why I use the seasoning packet.

Stir all ingredients together, bring to a boil and then let simmer for a good half hour. Again, the seasoning packet states to let simmer for ten minutes, but I like to let it simmer for longer...brings the flavor out of the beans.

Once the chili is done....spoon out into bowl, add shredded cheese of your choice, or crackers, and or sour cream.

Then serve. Yum!

Monday, November 16, 2009

Journal 6 How to get caught stealing a cell phone aaron pullins

If you want to get busted for stealing a cell phone,it's real easy to do.First, find your victim that owns a cell phone.Wait until the person is not paying attention and grab their phone right under thier nose.Once you get the phone,make numerous phone calls to your house,family,friends,and even your job. Once the owner of the phone finds out that the phone is missing they will probaly call the phone company and have all their calls traced back.They can get information from all the people you called,and can also track you through GPS.

Once they get enough information,you are sure to be caught and proven guilty.You will have to run and hide or just return the phone because you will be exposed.Stealing is not good,but you have can surley be sucessful in getting busted if you follow those steps I mentioned.Just remember,technology is a bad boy and people are becoming more familiar with ways to do things that you would ever think.

Amanda Griffin-Journal 6

How to coordinate a cute outfit. The original process would be when I would go into a store I would see how they coordinated an outfit and then I would choose the same one put together because I liked how cute it looked. However, I guess I was not the only one that would do this because I would go out with all my friends and see 2 other girls with the same exact outfit on. This would make me upset because I wanted to be different and look like I came up with the outfit on my own. So eventually I had to change how I would coordinate a cute outfit. Now I go into one of my favorite clothing stores and see a cute shirt and this is the first item I have to start with. Then I look at the shirt to determine what color jeans would look best with it. Sometimes I will even hold the shirt up to different color jeans just to see what looks best. After the right type of jeans are picked, I move onto shoes. Finding the perfect shoe is very important. I want to make sure they match perfectly. The last step is to select jewelery. You want to pick jewelery that matches the colors in your shirt. You can also pick jewelery that matches your shoes. After you have found all of this your should have a very unique outfit that no one else will be wearing.

Journal 6: How to make a Chocolate U.D.F Milk Shake

When making a Chocolate milk shake from U.D.F., the first thing you need to do is see what size shake the customer wants. The different sizes are 16oz, 24oz, and 32oz. Using a 16oz cup, pour chocolate milk into cup until milk reaches line in the cup. Then, grab two scoops of malt base (Frozen milk in a ice cream form) and place it inside the cup. Take cup over to mixer, place mixer inside cup. Mixer will automatically turn on. Once mixer is on, watch cup to make sure all the malt base has no lumps. Make sure to notice if shake has turned into a soft texture and not liquid form. Remove cup, place lid over cup and serve with a straw and a smile.
The process I have developed is similar but the steps aren't in the same order.
Using a 16oz cup, place two scoops of malt base inside cup, then pour chocolate milk over malt base. Take cup over to mixer and place mixer inside cup. Make sure ice cream appears to be in a soft texture and not liquid form. Remove cup after 1 minute of mixing and place lid over cup. Serve with a straw and a smile.
--By Eric Crossty

Amanda Griffin-Journal 5

I am currently living a very on the go stressful life. I feel like there are not enough hours in the day to get done everything I need to get done. I am always running somewhere and feel like I don't even have time to sit down and think about it first. I'm constantly forgetting things that need to be done because there is so much. Everyday is a different day routine. I am usually running to school and work which right now I am currently interning at two different locations. When I am not at work or school I am either running my daughter to one of her practices or running errands. When I am at home I am picking up after everyone, doing laundry, fixing dinner, helping the kids with homework, and then giving them a bath. By the time I get them off to bed it's almost 9 and then I still need to start my homework and get some sleep to be up early again in the morning to do it all over again. My husband works long hours some days so I am pretty much on my own. When I finish school in December I am hoping that things start to slow down a little and things become more of a routine. Until then I will continue to do what I have to do and get done what I can.

Journal 6~Amanda Glacken

How to wash dishes. The process for washing dishes starts with dirtying the dishes. They must be dirty in order to wash them. Once they're dirty you must rinse them off. Then you put them in the dishwasher, put the soap in, and start the dishwasher up. I think a better way to wash dishes is to not have to rinse them off before putting them in. The point of a dishwasher is to wash the dishes. You shouldn't have to wash the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher. You might as well just clean them by hand.

Quiet Rage by Carla McNeal -Journal 6

When I think of the words quiet rage, it is like an oxymoron, how can these two words comply with each other? Yet I know this is the overwhelming emotions I carry within myself everyday. I have some anger issues that I must deal with, the deaths of my three sons, two as infants, Matthew born on November 14, 1982 died at 14 days old in the hospital. My son Kendall who died of hypo plastic left heart at the Cleveland Clinic at the age of 5 months 1995. Then the murder of my 18 year old son Jeremy July 23. 2001 . Damn! I am angry at myself for maybe not being the smartest or best mother in the world. I am angry at God, but it's not his fault either. My babies Kendall and Matthew were here on this earth a short time and I was blessed with their love and their lives. Believe it or not when it is time for their birthdays' I can feel them in my(phantom) womb moving around reminding me that I am their mother. The murder of my son Jeremy just keeps pulling at me , only the other day when I was watching t.v., there was a young man on it , he was vibrant and full of life like my son Jeremy and there I broke down crying. Aching for my sons' is all too common for me, yet I am very thankful for my daughter Jessica and grandson Roman. I am very thankful for my sons' Dominic and Trey,my prayers are with them everyday. The monster who killed my son Jeremy is still out there and I don't like it; a monster by the way is a cruel , evil, and insensitive human being someone that I will hunt until I die. I used to care about what other's thought of me, you know about all this merciful stuff and somehow forgiving the murderer or somehow letting it go, I can't, I've tried; If someone should happen to kill your son or daughter, then you make the choice you can live with . The strength that endures in me is only because it must, if the killer or killers of my son thinks that this over, you are wrong. You are wrong because i bet you don't have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of and you call yourself godlike because you took my son's life in the most cowardly fashion there was, my son could not even fight back you s.o.b. I hope that today your life is a living hell, like the one you made for me and mine when you took one of the most precious human beings God put on this earth.

Fingernail polishing By: Shante' Berry

Women polish their nails probably before going on a date, to a party, or just for fun. Some women also get their fingernails repainted every time the paint is chipping or every other week when the color gets old. How easy is this process really? When women polish their nails those that are right handed might find it easier to paint there left hand and hard to paint their right hand, and those that are left handed might find it easier to paint their right hand and hard to paint their left.

Whichever the case maybe, polishing your own fingernails can get a bit frustrating at times. The first frustrating part of polishing your nails is the color. A woman might not know exactly what color she wants, and when she does decide she has to decide on the particular shade of color she wants. For example, a women might choose pink. She has to then decide on the shades of pink; hot pink, magenta, fuchsia, mauve and so on.

Once the color and shade has been selected, then the polishing process begins. Right handers will begin polishing their left hand, and left handers will start polishing their right hands. This might be the easy step for everyone because their using their hand that they are most comfortable with. Once that step is complete then the opposite hand must be painted and that is a hard step. Painting the opposite hand is tough because your hand starts shaking, you get the polish on the skin, you forgot a spot, etc.

Once that part is passed, then it's time to let them dry for about three minutes and begin your second coat. Once you have added your second coat and let them dry for three minutes then you must add your base clear and final coat.

To get over the fear of messing up the hand that you are not comfortable with, you can have someone else do that hand for you, or keep practicing with it until you feel more comfortable in doing it all by yourself.

Journal 4, by Beckie Sealock

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Bonita Batton - BLOG # 5 - SUGAR AND SPICE AND EVERYTHING NICE

From the time our daughters are born we become teachers. Mothers are very important in the lives of our girls. They, from inception, need to know so much that sometimes it seems we don't have enough time to teach them everything we want them to know.

Things that we should teach our girls. When little girls are born, their cute, cuddly and sweet. When they are the age of three to seven years old, they are explorers. Trying to find out what and how things work - and they usually do. At the age of eight to ten they are somewhat of a calm mind, seeking guidance throughout all these phases but forever curious.

From the age of ten to maybe twelve they are even more curious than before. Their hormones are beginning to form, and they are busy trying to find their place in the universe. Seeking, searching, trying to understand the logistics of life, and having fun doing just that, without any interruptions. And from then on until they are in their teen years, they are basically satisfied with the status quo, the way parents say life is to go.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Jounal 5/ Eric Irby

A long time ago, Patrick ran down a street and after he was told over and over again not to run, Patrick ran out into the street and got hit by the car that was flying down the road. Patrick's mother came out on the porch, seen her son laying in the street, and ran out to the street only to get hit by a car also.
Someone who witnessed the accident, turned around and called police. Once the good samaritan got out of their car, a car came around the bend and hit them. This was turning out to be a long day for anyone who was on this road.
Once the police arrived, he did the inspection and was headed to the car to get paperwork and was smacked by a cruiser that was riding up on the scene. The officer that was hit was killed instantly. As it turned out, it wasn't the drivers that was causing the accidents, it was the weather; it snowed and left 11 inches of snow on the ground. The (City) didn't send anyone to shovel the street, so now not only do the (City) have to pay for 3 citizens accidents, but they have to pay for one of their own; for the rest of his spouses' life.

Angst verses Whoopi! journal 5 by Carla McNeal

Angst is a feeling of dread, while whoopi is feeling of joy and relief. I prefer the joy even if it's brief. Boy, trouble with angst, it just sometime hangs around, making adults and kids alike frown. But a hayride or a roller coaster is a whoopi type of happiness, yes, the happiness with finess. So,angst go away. Just because you have a meaning does'nt mean you get to stay.

Jounal 4/ Eric Irby

Once upon a time, a man named Donald took his children to the store. Once Donald entered the store, there was another man that entered the store with the intentions of robbing th place. The robber ordered all the customers and employees to the back of the store, so that his accomplice could take money at gunpoint from the manager. The manager however, pulled a secret button that notified the police in the event of a robbery. Within minutes, the store was surrounded with cops. The suspects then realized that there was no way for them to escape, so they tried to grab one of the kids that came into the store with Donald earlier. With Donald not wanting to give up his kids for anything in life, Donald grabbed for the mans' gun and shoved him to the floor. Donald then pointed the gun at the robber and demanded that he put his gun down or he would shoot until the gun was empty. The man dropped his gun and went out the store with his hands up. Donald, who is being called a local hero, was given a purple heart, and the key to the city for his efforts.

Journal 5 by Beckie Sealock

The story in English 101 was a terrible story!!!! That kind of shook me up a little bit. I'm gonna have nightmares tonight. I just want to go home and lock my door and stay safe!

The beginning of my day was good. I woke up this morning at 5:00 a.m. and got on my steno machine to practice. I practiced on Real Time Coach, it was a good practice. I scored a 91 on Q and A...which is really good for me. I thought maybe I would have passed my 120 test today, but I don't think I did. I doubt if Ms. Baker even had time to grade it for me.

Tonight I will go home, make dinner for everyone, go pick up Ally after basketball practice at 5:30 p.m., and hopefully not have to go anywhere else for the rest of the day. Just call me Taxi Mom.

I hope to be able to get on Real Time again tonight...if not, I'll have to listen to my tapes. I probably will do both, but Real Time is really a lot of fun. It checks your steno and shows where you have made mistakes or mistrokes. I use the Text version....I really enjoy it.

Maybe if I have time, I will unpack some more boxes, hopefully I will get a second wind.

I also should do some research for my paper that is due in Steno next week. This first half of the semester sure has gone by fast. Soon it will be Christmas break....which I will surely need. I'm not going to do anything on my break except to practice on my machine. I cannot wait!!!!!

Tough Times

Shante' Berry Journal 5

Yesterday was election day. I watched the news and seen that building casino's in Ohio had passed. I don't think that this was a very great idea because I think it will increase crime and not give alot of jobs to the people living here in Ohio. I believe that Casino owners would want to hire people that already have casino experience. Such as those that was laid off from Vegas, or over in Indiana.

I don't think they will take the time to train new people if they never worked at a casino before. Training new people would take more time and money. By more time I mean they want these Casino's opened asap. Far as money goes I don't think the state will want to pay for classes to train those who are new.

Bringing casino's into Ohio, will increase the crime rate above the charts. More robberies, car break in-s, and kidnapping's will occur. I believe that there are too many homeless people on the street that could use help, and building a casino would only allow them to try and take advantage of those they prey on.

Journal 5~Amanda Glacken

Yesterday I had a pretty terrible day at the grocery store. I took my daughter to Kroger's to get chocolate milk. It started just as any other trip to the store, but certainly did not end that way.
Kaylie has a bit of an obsession with baby dolls. Everytime she sees one, she screams,"I want that baby. Give me that baby." It's very embarassing. When we were at Kroger's we happened to walk past an aisle that had baby dolls in it. Of course she started screaming and yelling at the top of her lungs. I told her she couldn't have the baby, but that made her cry even more.
I had to walk around the whole store with a screaming two year old. People probably thought I was beating her because the sounds she was making were horrible. The crying continued through our checkout, walk to the car, the ride home, until we walked into our house and she saw her million and one baby dolls that she already owns.
On my next visit to the grocery store, I am going to be more careful. I guess I'm going to have to cover her eyes everytime we walk past anything she could possibly want.

Journal 5 The best steak sandwhich in a while

Today,I had the best steak sandwhich in a while.I went down to Penn Station near my school and ordered a small steak sanwhich with bananna peppers,mayonaise,and american cheese."Is that all you want on your sandwhich sir?"the cook asked."Yes that's it for today",I answered.I saw a couple of my fellow college students as I was paying for my meal.We all went back to school and enjoyed our lunch with a big bright smile.The juicy peppers,and hot smoking steak was the best sandwhich that I had in years.I enjoyed my lunch today;hope you will enjoy yours.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Journal 4 The school of ghouls by Aaron Pullins

It was a cold,gray day in Southern Ohio,and Jacob's phone rung at home.His sister Sarah yelled out, "answer the freaking phone Jacob!" Jacob ran to the phone and answered it.Come to find out,it was some old sounding lady trying to convince Jacob to come to her college and get a degree."Should I go check out this school sister?",Jacob asked Sarah.Sarah said yes to her brother Jacob,so he went to check out the school.

Jacob went missing for hours and never returned home.Sarah called the sheriff of the small county and begun to search for her brother Jacob.They never found a trace of Jacob.Sarah is now a lonely sister in this world,and is still searching foe her lost brother.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Journal 4 by Beckie Sealock

A beautiful baby girl was born. She was everything her mother and father had ever hoped and dreamed of. She was blond-haired, blue-eyed, healthy, chubby, and sweet.

The time came when the mother and father could take the baby, Tina, home. This is like every typical family story that you hear...Tina learning how to walk and talk, learning how to ride a tricycle. Being the center of attention, laughing, crying, tormenting her cousin Marissa whom was only eight months older than she. Loving her mommy, daddy, and dog named Duke.

One day when Tina had just turned five years old, her daddy asked her if she wanted to go for a bike ride up the dirt road that they lived on. Tina's mother had left for work a couple of hours ago and there was no way that Tina wasn't going to go. She loved being with her dad and riding her bike.

So, off they went, up the street....Tina on her tricycle, her daddy on his big bike. Now the rule was, if a car came up or down the dirt road, Tina and her dad had to get off to the side of the road and get off their bikes until the car passed. They only saw 1 or 2 cars come up the road.

The third car came up the road and Tina and her dad got to the side of the road and they both got off of their bikes. When Tina tried to get back on her bike, something happened and she couldn't lift her leg to put it over the seat of her tricycle. Her daddy kept asking her what was wrong and Tina just stood there and started to cry, for some reason she couldn't answer him. She just kept trying to move, trying to tell her daddy that something was wrong and that she couldn't lift her leg. But she couldn't speak, all she could do was cry.

After about fifteen minutes of standing there with her daddy asking her what was wrong and Tina not being able to answer him, her daddy swooped her up in his arms and ran down the dirt road to their house. He took her into the living room, put her on the couch and then went to call mommy.

The next thing Tina knew, she was in a helicopter. She had never been on a helicopter before. She loved going on rides at the amusement park, but this was way different. All of a sudden, the helicopter landed and she was rushed into the hospital, men and women with masks on were taking her away from her mommy and daddy into this room with big lights overhead, then these people put a mask on her face and told her it was to make her go to sleep.

Dr. Martin came out of surgery....he just didn't know how or what to tell this little girl's parents. In the thirteen years that he has been a surgeon, he thought he had seen it all, not today.

Tina was five years old and she just had three strokes.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

BONITA BATTON - RITUAL - JOURNAL 4

There is quite a lot to be said about rituals. Let me tell you a story.

There once was a little girl named Bell. Bell was born into an extremely financially stable family from the south and she had almost everything she wanted in life. Bell, being an only child, did not have to ask for much, everything was given to her automatically.

She had dolls, doll houses, pets. Her most likable pet was her black cat Tilly. Tilly adored her and she, like Bell, had everything she ever wanted, and then some. She had her own house, toys, grooming, with sweet smelling perfumes once a week, personal boarding whenever the family went a broad and imported food from the finest restaurants in the County. To make a long story short, they were never without anything.

Every year, around October 25th, the entire family would take their annual trip to the Bahamas.
The family always made sure that Tilly was well taken care of because they knew what happens to black cats around this particular time of the year, because of Halloween. Many of the black cats in the neighborhood were stolen and some were used in rituals around this time.

While they were gone, there came a great storm and many of the old houses in the south were without a sound foundation, and Bell's house became shambles in seconds. All was lost, even her pet cat Tilly. The family posted notices in regard to the lost cat as well as listed him in the Lost and Found section of the local newspaper. They looked and looked for the cat but she was no where to be found. Bell prayed that someone would find her cat, but to no avail. About three days later, a little boy by the name of Charles found the family and told Bell that he had her cat. Not having a home for the cat, being displaced by the storm, and seeing how the little boy loved the cat so much, Bell told the him that he could keep her. In spite of all the love she felt for the cat, she was able to sacrifice her love.

The next day the Charles showed up again to speak with Bell. This time he had a beautiful sequented box in his hands. He knocked on the door and Bell answered. He then began to tell her that he could no longer keep the cat and he politely gave her the box. Bell wondered why he handed her such a pretty box and without hesitati0n, she opened it and to her surprise there was Tilly. Stiff as a board, eyes gouged out feet cut off, and of course dead. She had truly been used in a horriffic ritual by some of the local witches, found by Charles, identified by the chain that she wore around her neck, and brought back to her original owner.
There was this man named James who was the winner of two tickets to Hawaii. The thing is the place that gave him the tickets for the plane closed at 5:30 on Friday.
The catch to the scope is he worked at a law firm that had an outstanding reputation in the business and he didn't get off work until 5:00. The company that had the tickets was 15 miles away from the firm and it was Friday and it's rush hour.
He ran out at 5:00 to his car and started the ignition. James pulled off the lot into traffic that said everything about Friday, but was determined to get there. Once he got on the highway, James darted in and out of traffic like a motorcycle at Daytona, only to be stopped by traffic that filled up very quickly. James had sat in traffic for 10 minutes and had only gone 5 miles. It's now 5:15 and traffic has started slowly only to the point of maybe 1 mile in 2 and a half minutes. James still had 10 miles to go in only 15 minutes. 6 minutes have went by and had gone 2 and a half miles before the traffic let up and James was able to regain normal speed.
Once James regained the 65 he was illegally doing, He was flying like a bat out off hell to get there.It was now 5:24 and James was still 5 miles away. james knew that he could possibly not make it to the office on time to get the tickets. James became angry and wanted to fight. It was 5:39 and James pulled into the lot of the company only to see that the lights were being turned off. James got out of his car and ran up to the door. To James's surprise, the entire office staff stayed and waited for James to get there. The management told James that there was no way he was going to have James come out and not receive his tickets.
Eric Irby

Amanda Griffin- Journal 4

It was a warm summer afternoon and Kaylee and her best friend Angie were packing for a weekend trip to a cabin in the deep woods of Ohio. They were both really excited because both of their boyfriends would be joining them, and this was the first trip they were all having together.

Kaylee didn't know that much information about the cabin just that it was far into the woods and there were no othere cabins around. All four of them packed into her jeep and drove up the mountains and through dark wooded areas. At times it was so dark driving through that Kaylee had to turn her headlights on to see even in broad daylight. They finally arrived at dark wooded cabin.

When Angie and Kaylee got out of the jeep they were hit in the face with the smell of hot garbage. They ignored the smell and asked Joey and Sam to get the bags out. As they walked up the wooden steps of the porch each step creaked and craked like they would break at any time. The door was unlocked and everyone walked in the smell was worse inside. There was a large dark brown stain in the middle of the family room floor. The cabin was old and very dirty. Angie said "So much for a romantic weekend." "Yeah really" said Kaylee.

As it started to grow dark the girls sent the guys for wood for a fire. Joey and Sam ventured off through the woods to find firewood. Sam suggested they split up and meet back at the cabin. Joey over a small hill to find what appeared to be a light shinning through the trees. He thought that maybe if he could get wood near the light he would be able to see better to cut the wood. As he got closer the light faded and he heard footsteps getting closer. He assumed it was Sam and yelled out "Sam" no answer. He turned around and was struck across the neck with an ax. His body fell to the ground with blood oozing from where his head once was.

Now heading back to the cabin with arm's full of wood Sam went inside to find that Joey haden't came back yet. He and the girls decided to go look for him. The three of them started off into the woods with one flashlight. Walking along Kaylee tripped over some sticks and found herself staring dead into the eyes of headless Joey. She screamed with horror, Angie and Sam saw what she was screaming at and they all ran for their lives. As Angie was running Sam noticed she stopped dead in her tracks and was just staring with a clueless look on her face. Sam yelled out at her "Ang don't stop now hurry up babe." He then noticed there was an arrow sticking out of her back and she dropped to the the ground. Kaylee was screaming all the way back the cabin and hadent even noticed that her best friend has just been killed. Sam noticed the killer running straight for him. He took off running and met up with Kaylee at the cabin. At this point Kaylee was already inside searching for the keys to the jeep. She found them laying on the bed and took off outside toward the jeep.

She got the door open only to hear the slaying of Sam on the otherside of the jeep. She screamed horrificaly and jumped in the jeep, she immediately locked the doors and started the engine. The killer at this point was standing infront of the jeep. The only thought Kaylee had was to step on the gas as hard as she could. The killer fell to the ground and she put it in reverse and ran over him a 2nd time and drove off.

A week later Kaylee saw in the newspaper that only 3 bodies were found at the scene. As she stared at what she just read, she knew that this was not over yet.

Are you HUNGRY YET? by Carla McNeal

The strange case of missing body parts were all over the headlines. From what the paper described, there were a lot of brutal taking of limbs from a human but no one died. I and my brother tried to make sense of it all; " What or who was doing such things?" I asked him. My brother only responded with his answer for everything saying "a crazy person of course, who else?".

After the headlines and stories in the media I started to notice my neighbor across the street, he seemed a little strange to me. This neighbor always wore a long black trench coat with a black baseball cap, and his hands were always in his pockets; his face was very plain with a really small nose, two eyes that poked out of their sockets, but when he smiled his teeth were as white as snow and his smile reminded you of the Cheshire cat.

My brother told me today that on the late news last night the reports were that human parts were found in the sewer slightly eaten with tooth marks on them. "Did they say what type of tooth marks? Were they human tooth marks?" I asked. "They didn't say", he replied.

Now this may seem odd or wierd, but the only time I noticed my neightbor going or coming from his apartment was at night. His coat seemed a little bigger in some places, especially around the mid section. Going to the police about this was out of the question, they would think I was crazy if I told them my supspicions. My suspicion of course was that my neighbor was the one causing the mayhem in our city, and eating other peoples body parts to replace his own. Maybe he wasn't even from this planet. Boy, if I told them this the looney bin would be my home for awhile.

I would have to do a little investigation on my own, if I were to accuse this thing or person of eating body parts. I must wait until night to sneak into my neigbors apartment to get the evidence needed to put him away.

Journal 4~ Amanda Glacken

Veronica is a 25 year old single mother. She lives in a small town named Friendship, Illinois. It's a quit place with wonderful people.

Her children are Sammy, 6, and Teddy, 3. Veronica found out she was pregnant with Sammy right before she graduated from high school. Rather than being scared, she was very excited. Three years after Sammy was born she found out she was pregnant with Teddy. Right after she gave birth to Teddy, the father of her children got arrested for grand lareceny. That is where she ended things with him.

After that relationship Veronica started dating Trevor. Things were going pretty well with him. They had been dating for six months and he even asked her to move in with him. Veronica started packing everything up. Sammy and Teddy were just as excited as their mother because they really liked Trevor.

The night before they were supposed to move in Trevor decided to go out to a bar. Veronica was okay with it, she felt Trevor deserved a night out with the boys. They kissed goodbye and Veronica and the kids went back to their apartment for the last time.

The next morning, Veronica wanted to surprise Trevor and come over early. She put a few boxes in the car along with Teddy and Sammy, and headed over to Trevor's house. Since she already had a key, she didn't feel it was necessary to knock on the door. When she walked in, it was very quiet. "Trevor, Trevor, where are you?" she asked. When Trevor didn't answer she figured he must still be sleeping. "You two stay here," she told the kids. "I'll be right back."

Veronica opened the bedroom door and couldn't believe her eyes. There lay Trevor and her sister, Viola. "Trevor," yelled Veronica. "How could you do this to me?"
"I'm sorry babe, it was an accident," Trevor pleaded.
"Oh, my sister accidentally fell asleep in your bed?" You are unbelievable." Veronica stormed out of the house, "come on kids," she bellowed.
"Veronica, wait," begged Trevor.
Just like that, she was gone.

Veronica was devastated that the man she thought loved her, could do something so awful. She swore off men for the rest of her life. She felt it was the only way she could live her life without disappointment. Veronica took the kids out to lunch that day to explain that Trevor would no longer be in their lives. Teddy and Sammy were sad, but they loved their mother and knew that she only wanted the best for them.

After the lunch, the waitress brought Veronica the check. Veronica took a look at the check and realized it had already been paid. She asked the waitress," Are you sure this is the right check?"

The waitress replied," I sure am, that nice lady over there paid for your meal today."
Veronica was dumbfounded as to why a lady she didn't know would pay for her meal. The woman came over the Veronica's table and introduced herself, "Hello, my name is Candy and I was wondering if you would like my phone number."

Veronica was confused as to why this lady thought she wanted her phone number. After thinking about it for a minute she realized this Candy woman was interested in dating her. With the recent happenings that day, Veronica thought that this might be the solution to her man problem.

"You know what," Veronica replied, "I would love your phone number."

As Candy wrote down her phone number, a million thoughts ran through Veronica's head. What am I doing? Will this be good for me? How do lesbians act? She blocked out all these thoughts and decided that this would be a good change for her.

"This could be the start of something wonderful," Veronica laughed.

Relief By:Shante' Berry

It was a monday morning, and Jasmine was getting ready for school. She didn't know exactly how the day would go because previous weeks were rough.
"Jasmine!" her mom yelled. "Get ready to go catch the bus you're going to be late." Jasmine responded, "I'm coming now mom!"
On her way out the door Jasmine grabbed her bookbag and a breakfast bar then headed out the door.

"Hey Jazz, Hey how's it going?" her best friend Erica said.
"I'm fine. Just wondering what today would bring". Jasmine responded.
"Only time will tell as the day goes on". Erica responded.
The bus arrives and all the students get on, ranting and raving about what they did the past weekend.

When they arrived at school Jasmine gets into a confrontation with another girl because of something that happened two years before.
"You can say excuse me," the girl said.
"Uh excuse you", Jasmine replied.
"C'mon Jazz there is no need for this right now not today" Erica said.
They walk off only to be given the evil eye as they strolled down the hallway.

The bell rings and everyone scatters into their classrooms before they are late and are served with detentions.
"Good Morning class." said the teacher.
"Morning." the class responds.
The teacher goes on into her lecture for the day when all of a sudden Jasmine gets this wierd feeling in her stomach.

"What's wrong?" said Erica.
"I don't know, Jasmine responded. I just got this weird feeling in my stomach like I have to vomit".
"Are you ok?"
"Yea I'm just going to go see the nurse."
Jasmine walks to the nurse where the nurse is out on lunch at the moment.

Jasmine tries to wait, but realizes that the pain in her stomach is getting stronger and stronger. She feels like she is going to vomit any minute. She begin to think about the possible reasons of why she felt this way. She knew she didn't eat anything bad, or she hadn't been hit in the stomach. The only other possible thing she came up with was maybe she was pregnant.

She wondered and wondered and didn't know what to do. She went back to class and gathered her belonging and ran home to a pregnancy test that she had hidden. I wonder what the results would be?, How can I handle this right now with all my problems?, How will my mother respond to this? were the questions running through her mind as she was trying ti find the answers.

A coupla minutes goes by then Jasmine decides to go take the test. As she waited the results all she could do was remember the day she wanted to forget. The scene of her drinking so much at a party she attended a month ago then blacking out and not remembering the guy who house she woke up at just irked her nerves. She never discussed this with anyone not even Erica.

The results were now available and when she read the results as positive she began to cry. She went back to her room trying to come up with ways to explain to her mother, but couldn't because she knew it was all her fault. Her mother comes in from work.

"Jasmine I'm home from work how was school?"
"Fine, mom. Can we Talk?"
"Sure, let me get settled and meet me at the kitchen table."
"Ok"

Jasmine's mother is already sitting at the table when she arrives.
Her mother says, "What's going on Jazz?"
"I have something to tell you, but I don't know how."
"Well you can start by saying what's wrong then we can go from there."
"I'm preganant"
"YOU'RE WHAT! I can't believe you would do such a thing. I thought we agreed you would wait until after school?"

Jasmine's mom continues to go off when suddenly she turns into this green monster with veins coming out her neck. Jasmine gets scarred and doesn't know what to do. The monster says, "I'm not able to deal with two of you". The monsters darts off and starts chasing Jasmine. Jasmine is screaming at the top of her lungs hoping somebody would come and help, but it seemed like her screams were pointless.

The monster finally catches up to Jasmine in the bathroom where her screams are getting louder. The monster draws back the knife and jasmines turns her face into the pillow. She thinks her life is over when she is suddenly awaken by her father who says, "Are you ok?, you must of been having a weird dream."

Jasmines looks up at him and tells him that her mom is a monster that's trying to kill her because she was pregnant.
"Ha, Ha", the dad laughed. " Your mom is not a monster or trying to kill you. She's downstairs making breakfast. You just had a nightmare that's all"
"What a relief." Jasmine stated, and jumped up to head to the kitchen and hug her mom.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Journal 3 Eric Irby

From the day I was told I was promoted to a manager, I was as happy as a child on Halloween evening with the best costume on who was about to win a contest. I would get up some mornings and go to the bus stop to get to work. I would wait wholeheartedly at the bus stop just as if I was on my way to claim a grand prize at a casino; I had nothing to lose and everything to gain.
I would step off the bus at 8:00am wondering what my day would be like. I would step onto the parking lot to see that the night manager did not have the night shift clean the lot. The parking lot was full of evening trash as if the lot was the garbage can itself. There would be trash hanging out of the cans outside as if there were no bags inside to change the dumpters. It didn’t matter to me because the store manager would be by shortly to check-in, so I had to make everything perfect for inspection.
The lighting I really didn’t have to turn on because it was daylight and I didn’t want to cause any extra expenses to the store such as gas and electric. I knew that once I turned all the other appliances on, that would take plenty of electricity. My job was to make money, not use it.
I would have my first worker in at 9:00am to start prepping food for the day. I would always double check the prep to be sure that I was feeding the customers the best food possible. The actual hot food cooking would start at about 10 minutes before we opened because I would never want to feed the customers anything that was cold or over done. That’s the purpose of management, to keep customers coming back for more.
Once 10:00am arrived, my second worker, (my cashier) would show up. I would have to be sure that whoever my cashier is would be on time so they do not lose their job or position for the day. There are times that I would not want a particular person working a specific station because of their lack of work ethic.
The main reason for the position of management is to earn a profit, so that I can say that I did it. The upper bosses always love a good worker, even though at times it seem they work you under a table. I didn’t mind working under the table because it was the reason I received the promotion in the first place.
I turned this particular restaurant from being closed down to it’s first profit in three years by working myself and my workers who were with me under the table. It’s the customers that I cherish on a regular basis. If it wasn’t for them, I would not even be needed. I made sure that when my customers came to my store, they left happy and wanting more.
The establishment is what set us apart from everyone else. The reason that I had so many customers is whenever you go somewhere and want something special, I made sure it happened. I maybe had a customer who came in everyday during the week and ordered the same thing without the drink. On Friday when they came in, I would give them a free soda because I seen them everyday during the week. That’s how they came back for more. It’s natural.

Journal 3 Eric Irby

There is only one thing that holds a dear special meaning to my heart. My wife of almost 17 years will always come first in anything I do in life. There is no other person, place, or thing that will take the place of the one person who is the reason I wake up every morning.
Everything from being there and being the first person I see in the morning, until I close my eyes at night, nobody will take her place. Her first love is kids, which is also my first love. When something needs to be fixed, she does what she can to fix it. There are times that I am down and out and she takes care of everything, mentally and emotionally.
Mrs. Irby’s second love is happiness. That too is my second love. I love to make people laugh and see a smile. She too is funny in her own right. One of the main reasons she makes people laugh is to make people happy. With the texting era in full effect, whenever she sees or hears something she will call.
But I think Mrs. Irby’s best love and the real reason behind all of this, is the word love itself. Mrs. Irby has genuine love for everything and everybody she comes in contact with. There can be no better person to be with who has this type of love. That’s why it’s been almost 17 years.
Eric Irby

Journal 2 Eric Irby

An Attractive Woman

There is no way to describe what an attractive woman is until you get to know them as a person. An attractive woman has everything to do with the way a woman feels and what she believes in. You cannot know what a woman believes until you sit and talk with them; it’s at that time that she will know if you are an attractive man.
A woman will walk somewhere and expect to be noticed by how she looks. There will be the tight jeans and the halter top shirts; there will be the switching from side to side and because of the figure alone, there will be the staring. Strike one against the so called attractive man.
Women want the respect they deserve. A woman may want to sit down and have a conversation with you. A woman may want to get to know you. If all you see in the woman is a good time, then you deserve to go home alone; and that’s a definite strike two against the so called attractive man.
A woman may have goals in life, and plan to achieve those goals. A woman may want to see what goals you have in life and see if you are going to achieve them as well. Just because it’s the weekend and can let loose a bit, does not mean you can let loose of your goals “AND” achievements. Your life has to follow you whether good or bad, it’s up to you to keep it good.
As for the so called attractive man who was looking at the woman through the eyes and not through the soul, strike three; you’re out. A woman who has the heart and mind for an attractive man will know it because of the mutual respect that he has for her. That’s attraction that cannot be denied or lost.

Eric Irby

journal 1 Eric Irby

Hello, my name is Eric Irby. My writing skills as of right now is average, I can do some of the basic things such as writing certain papers with ease. There may be difficulty in other areas and when I come to those areas, it will be fixed.
I like writing because of the fact that I have good handwriting skills. I think I am one of the only students who can turn in papers in writing instead of typed because of my writing skills. I have always practiced writing because it’s what employers look for when checking applications. I know I was a hiring manager.
My most positive writing experience is getting an “A” on something because that lets me know I did something right. My worst writing experience is actually not about writing; it’s not writing that always gets me. I used to have a bad time getting in homework. It wasn’t what I didn’t know; it was what I didn’t show that I knew.
“But that’s all about to change”!!!!!

Journal 3 saria

When I walk in my mothers belding I can tell when she is home by the way the hall smell. she has this gracefull sent that fills up the hall with a good smell. she is one of the best Cooke's I have ever meet in my life. I have alto of good memories in my moms house. from her telling me to clean my room to her telling me to get out of the kitchen.

My mothers house is very special to me it has every memories me and my mother and sister ever did. we still are accumulating memories from day to day. she bakes the best cakes in the world. her house smell like Brown sugar and also vanilla droops. my mom is my best friend. no matter how much i get in her nerves no matter how mad she gets at me but one thing she will never give up on me. I believe that I have the best mom in the world!

The Place I Wish Was Home By: Shante' Berry

When things were tough for me, or not going the way they should have I would always go right to my room and think about why everything was happening to me. I could scream and punch at my walls all day and not hear how wrong that was or how they don't want to hear what I have to say. The inside of those four walls were made for me and they made me feel like never leaving would be the best thing for me.



The scent of the vanilla candles that were always burning made it feel like all my problems were gone away. They made the room feel like life is experiencing more problems then the little I have, and I could go and tackle it like a football if I wanted to. The smell fulfilled my mind with things that I know I make a big difference in.



My room was quiet as the books are on a library shelf. Being that quiet made me understand that all people need a little quiet time to themselves. I could actually sit and have conversations with my parents or my counselor without being distracted. I would sometimes think if walls could talk there would be alot of secrets told.



It would make me feel relaxed. Make me feel wanted and I depended on it to let me know that it was always there for me whwenever I needed it. It helped me think things out and learn to handle situations differently in a better manner. It gave me time to myself to grow on my own and learn from my own mistakes.



I didn't have to worry about interruptions because everyone knew that my room was my own little home inside a bigger home. With no interruptions I could hear things I've never heard before or heard things I wish were there.



Most people can't taste their room, but in this room I tasted a taste that was even so akward for me. I tasted air. Although air does not have a taste, it does when a person is spending so much time alone in

Dirty Jobs by Eric Crossty

I can remember about 6 years ago, I was employed by a moving and hauling company that specialized in house scraping. On one particular job site, we arrived at a dirty white and blue house that appeared unoccupied for a very long time.
We pulled up to the old abandoned house and I started to receive an irritable feeling in my abdomen. Soon, we started toward the front porch, the steps were rotted out and the windows were sealed with some sort of transparent plastic. Our boss whipped out the keys from his hooded pullover to unlock the front door. Once inside, there was a foul odor that sent one co worker away from the abandoned house. The house was bone chilling cold and had a smell of a wild South African Elephants bathrooom. Piles and piles of garbage was in every room in the house, we then knew we had our work cut out for us.
We stared to perform our job duties, I decided to remove a green couch with torn fabric and food stains all over it. I asked a co worker for some assistants, he agreed to help me. I was at one end of the couch, and my co worker was at the other end when he suggested we remove the dirty couch pillows from the couch. Removing the pillows would make our job allot easier to carry the old ugly couch. Once we removed the pillows, a huge rat gray and brown in color, ten inches long came jumping out of my end of the couch. We dropped the couch, yelling and screaming trying to find the exit to get from out of the house. Once outside, I got into my car and went home.

Journal 3 A fun place to be by Aaron Pullins

Last Thursday it was my cousin's birthday,and we wanted to go out and celebrate. We heard it was a club called Club Zone that is real fun to hang out on Thursdays. As we pulled up to park in the amazingly full packed parking lot,we saw over fifteen sexy women walking in to the club. They were dressed very nice and foxy like barbies.

As we walked into the small entrance, we noticed bright,colorful,lit up palm trees that shined like the fire yellow sun. The music was loud like a thunderstorm,and we could hear it from outside the exciting club.As when walked into the main area of the club we could smell fried chicken and women in leather.It was very fun to see all the young energetic people dancing like dancers from a Michael Jackson video.

The Djs were very into the music that they were playing.The music they played made me feel like a dancer from dirty dancing.The Mc shouted out my name and showed me love on the loud microphone;the whole club could here him yelling out "My dude Aaron Staccato in the building!"
They people at the club made me feel special,like a young president or someone important.

I met sexy,independent,coca-cola body shaped college women from everwhere;it was like an adventure beacause I hadn't been there before on a Thursday night.I had the time of my life,and I would recommend this club to anybody who's looking to have good,clean fun.I got like four new numbers in my little,smart cell phone.Will you be at Club Zone this Thursday?

Journal 3~Amanda Glacken

In my senior year of high school my softball team made it to the State Finals. The final game was played about four hours away. Stepping off the bus for that game was one of the most exciting times in my life. People were standing all around, some were booing us, others were cheering us on. Parents, students, and college scouts were all around. The field was the nicest field I had ever seen. The dirt was fresh, the lines were freshly chalked, and the fence looked a mile away.

All I could hear were people screaming and yelling. The day was about 85 degrees; perfect softball weather. The sun was shining and birds were chirping. As I ran onto the field to warm up, I could smell the burnt orange dirt, and the sweat of all the players around me. As my coach hit a routine ground ball to me, I remember thinking this is the best day of my life. When the umpire finally yelled, "play ball" I blocked out everything else in the world.

The Memory of My Great Grandfather by Bonita Batton

For most of my child life I have had the pleasure of being surrounded by, and not totally, people of different ages. The most vivid memory that stands out in my mind was our home on Hoff Avenue. This is the house that I was born in and knew the most.

It was always warm and comfortable, extremely loving and had a very expressed feeling of security. I was raised in a large family. My mother was the eldest of eleven children and I was raised along with them. I was the oldest great grandchild.

To my knowledge, I was not a bad child, nor was I the best. I did as I was told, didn't talk back as some of my aunts did, and was very level headed for my age. Even then, I knew when and when not to speak.

We raised chickens and fed most of the community that we lived in. That was quite a good life. My Great grandfather was very tall and took very good care of us. When I started elementary school, I could already read. He taught me to read from the railroad trains that passed in front of our house. I could read quite well for my age. The first words that I learned was "pennsylvania railroad".

My great grandparents were very well educated. I never knew how, but I do know that they read extremely well. Which may be the reason that they made sure we could all get an adequate education.

There was always a sense of belonging there. We always knew that we were loved and felt very secure. I think that was the most important aspect of my growing up, I felt extremely loved and secure in my childhood. All thanks to my great grandparents. I still feel warm and fuzzy just remembering them.

Amanda Griffin-Journal 3

One cool October morning my family arrived in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. This was my first time in Gatlinburg and couldn't believe my eyes. It was about 8am and the air was still cool but the sky's were bright blue with no clouds and the sun shinning as bright as it possibly could.

As we drove through town and I looked up above I saw these beautiful colored tress with bright colors that I had never seen quite before. It was a perfect mixture of reds, oranges, and yellows. These colored trees definitely reminded me of the fall. My dad decided to pull over and park and we would walk the rest of the way.

I was excited because I wanted to absorb this beautiful place without the glass of the car window holding me back. As soon as I stepped out of the car I got a whiff of the cool crisp air and the aroma of fresh fallen leaves. My mom and dad knew how much I loved the fall and were just as excited for me to see all of the beauty. This was not there first time in Gatlinburg so they were used to the beauty. This trip was for me this time.

It seemed to me that everyone looked so happy and peaceful here. That they were enjoying this beautiful place just as much as I was. I looked around at all the shops and noticed the perfectly round orange pumpkins that looked as though someone had specifically choose them because they were perfect. Scarecrows we draped all over from pole to pole. There were haystacks and cornstalks stacked everywhere. I kept thinking to myself "wow this place really knows the true meaning of fall".

Gatlinburg, Tennessee really captured a picture in my mind that I will never lose and always refer back to for the meaning of fall.

Mrs. Krause Classroom by Carla McNeal

Mrs. Kraus fourth grade classroom was a lot like her. It was clean, neat and had an air of pure intelligence in it. When I first stepped into the classroom I did not no at the time that this was a special class, not until I went to lunch one day and some of the children started calling us zeeks, my feelings were hurt for I knew that I was not a zeek. I was in a foster home at the time and the authorities did not take the time to get my records from my other school and so a bunch of foster children in that community were put in this class.

Mrs. Krause wore very neat and tailored cut dresses, her hair was white and put up in an elegant style, her shoes were never over the top, yet perfect in very detail. She had expectations for us and treated you with dignity, something I did'nt have very much of at that time in my life. When she gave a spelling test it was done in a way that was challenging, fun. If you did well on your test she would give you a prize, my favorite was the chocolate malted whoppers . You better believe I got nothing but A's in that class.

Mrs. Krause was of German descent, when she sat in a chair her back never touched the back of it. She made me feel special, sort of like she cared what happened to me. She had to teach all our subjects too, we did not get to pass to classes like the other kids. Guess what? When the students of Mrs. Krause class moved on they became double and triple academics, they became independent with strength and knowledge no one could ever take away from them. Do in part to this most magnificent teacher I had ever met. Ms. Krause.

By Beckie Sealock

A beautiful valley, dense with trees that that are in full bloom, and are so tall that it looks as if they are never-ending, reaching up farther than the sky.

Every branch is laden with lush, vivid green leaves. A small village of quaint little story-book homes are nestled in this utopian valley. I see no cars parked in front of the homes, no traffic. No noise of car engines or mufflers. No smell of exhaust, smoke, or fumes. I see only sunshine filtering through the trees, raining down on this little village with rays of sparkle and light.

I see people living, and moving through this village with smiles and waves for everyone. They never seem to be in a hurry, never seem to be unhappy or sad. They just live as if they are in the most beautiful place in the world, which in my mind, they are.

This place is a recurring dream that I have had for about twenty-five years and is so picturesque and believable in my mind and heart, that I have often looked for it.

I don't know why I dream this dream. This place is so beautiful and serene', so out of touch with reality, so unmarked with crime or evilness or anything bad.

Maybe this dream is an unconscious way of my mind telling me that all I truly want out of life is to finally be at peace with my life.

Actually, since I've moved here to Ohio to be with my fiance' and his daughters, I haven't dreamed this dream. So maybe I am finally at peace within myself.

Dream a little Dream.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Journal 2 Bonita Batton

My topic is about "My Black Pearl and My Fiery Orange Opal". Out of all the jewelry I have seen in my lifetime, the natural black pearl and the Chinese Fire Opal are the most beautiful items that I have ever seen.


I was born in the month of October, which explains my love the the opal (really in any form) and my love for the black pearl is just that the black pearl is so not natural. Most clams produce pearls in their natural form which is white. But the black pearl is very unique in that is has about a million to one ratio and to find one that has no marks or imperfections is remarkable.


When you look into any opal you will find that it gives the impression of a birds egg with many natural earthy colors. But, when you look deep into the middle of the fiery opal is gives the appearance of fire in many forms. The more you look at it, the more fire you see in it. In my opinion, they are both truly a beautiful natural stone images.


In describing these two objects, they give to me a sense of unbelief to see how perfect somethings so small has such an impact. They both give great joy to those who get joy from the creativity of God. To think that such small objects in their perfection make people go to great lengths to obtain, buy, sell, risk their lives for and just to posess.


I get a great deal of pleasure not only from the large things in life, but just to see how something so small gives so much soundness and pleasure from something so small.

The Coldest Winter Ever by Carla McNeal

There is a book called the "Coldest Winter Ever" written by Sister Souljah. It is the story about a young lady named Winter and her family that belonged to the elite world of selling drugs. As a matter of fact, Winter's dad was sort of a Drug Lord in the New York Bron ks . The family was well respected or should I say feared because they were rich and lived a lifestyle of the rich and famous. Winter is a seventeen year old who gets what ever she wants; yet she is void of feeling empathy for another human being. She only used her so called friends for things that she needed, because in her mind she was the undisputed Queen and no one in her mind came close to her beauty. Her world comes tumbling down when her father is arrested for drug dealing and they lose the big mansion they live in and all the nice cars. Her mother who was once beautiful and outgoing is shot in the face leaving her scarred and disfigured for life. Her two younger sisters are taken and put in a foster home. Winter is sent to shelter for young girls her age. You better believe she ain't likin this at all. Without giving to much of the story away I would like to convey the author's point of view and how the flow of the book took me on a journey of spiritual and personal insight into a world I did not know to much about. It taught me how some people can be given an opportunity of a lifetime, eg. (help and support with getting their life together) and Winter only uses this to cheat, steal, lie and cause only heartache and pain to those around her. Winters' beauty, chic and me attitude taught me a lesson about selfishness and how if you don't change for the better, Karma is always around the corner waiting for you.

Journal 2 By: Shante' Berry

The thing that holds special meaning to me is heavy at times, moves alot, hard to sleep with, and grows daily. There's not a taste to it, but I'm quite sure the taste is sweet. The smell will vary when the time comes from fresh water smell all the way to a stinky garbage smell. It's round, circle, hard, big, and lumpy. The sounds will also vary as time goes on from happy times to sad times. It will be loud and on many occasions it will be very quiet.

Journal 2....Beckie Sealock

black in color; not thin but not thick
hot to touch
smells like home; warm and inviting; tingles my senses
tastes bitter; but yet natural to me
Makes me feel good; comforting; warms my body and mind; addictive; don't want to have to do without it; enjoyable; gives me energy; can be on occasion, a very expensive want.

Journal entry 2- Amanda Griffin

One thing that holds special meaning to me would be my dad box. It's a hot pink pencil box and inside I have put specific items that remind me of my dad that passed away when I was going into 7th grade. There are many things inside that bring back some memory of my dad. Inside some things you would find would be his police ring, cherry chap stick which he used on a daily basis a gold cross, and a box of Luden's cherry cough drops. We used to eat those cough drops all the time and laugh about how they said they were a cough drop. When I open the box it smells like cherry's from the cough drops being closed up in the box all the time. When I am upset or missing my dad I bring this box out and open it up and remind myself of all the funny times we had together. All the items in the box I found in his coat pocket after he died, so some of them had been used and others not opened yet. This box to me is very special and holds a lot of sentimental value and I will keep forever.

Journal 2~Amanda Glacken


An item that has special meaning to me is my stuffed animal panda bear. My grandma and grandpa gave it to me the day I was born. The bear is black, white, and fuzzy. It has a black button nose and black eyes. My bear is very soft and warm. It smells a little funky because it's 22 years old and has never been washed. I've never tasted my bear so I can't really describe it's taste. It might taste like drool because I used to sleep with it. Stuffed animals don't really make much noise. The only time I've heard my bear make noise is when it got thrown on the ground nose first.

My panda bear makes me feel safe and secure. It is special to me because my grandparents gave it to me on the day I was born. I don't see them that much anymore because they moved to Florida about ten years ago.

Monday, October 12, 2009

FIRST BEGINNINGS

Not fully understanding exactly what I am supposed to do with this particular piece of the puzzle, but I am truly ready to learn. My specific goal in this course is to learn exactly what my journey is in my writing skills; possibly fuind out what I should do to get out of this writers slump that I'm in, and continue writing the book that I started two years ago and haven't touched it since. I know that I have a great deal to learn whcn it comes to writing. I need to be more effecient in my discipline and I feel as though I am ready to do all of the above.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Journal 1 Aaron Pullins

My name is Aaron Pullins,and I am in college studying Criminal Justice because one day I would like to become a lawyer. I like my writing skills because I have always been a great writer when it comes to songs,stories, and short poems.My strengths in writing are being creative with my wordplay,and creating a visual abstract in the reader's head through words.My weaknesses in writing are mechanics such as;grammar and punctuation,but getting back in school has definitely spiced up my writing skills in a major way.I would like help in the areas of grammar and punctuation.My writing goals for the end of the quarter are to get A's on all my essays and make my handwriting alot better.My most positive writing experience was when I wrote a short story in 1st grade.We had to make up a short story and write it down.When I wrote that short story,I found out that I had great wrting skills because the teacher gave me an A+,and let me read my story in front of the whole class.I cant remember my worst writing experience;hopefully this one won't be it.