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.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
"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.
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
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
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”!!!!!
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!
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
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Journal 1 by Eric Crossty
My name is Eric Crossty and this is my fourth term here at Miami Jacobs Career College. When it comes to my personal writing skills, I would grade myself with a C average, which in my eyes is not bad at all. I love to place my thoughts on paper but there are certain forms of writing that I can not click with. Writing about a topic that I have researched is one of my weakess areas. One of my strengths in writing is my choice of words that I use to paint a vivid picture to a reader. The areas I could use more help with is being more creative in my thoughts. My writing goals for this quarter is to be more creative in my writing to where I can impress my instructor. The most positive writing experience I've experienced is when I scored the highest on the Ohio Proficiency Test in middle school. I remember in Mrs. Whitley last quarter, she wanted us to write an explanatory paper as our final paper, it was the worst one I have ever wrote. I had to edit my paper more than seven times it was horrible.
Introduction, Saria
Hi everyone, my name is Saria Osman. I am very happy to be in this class! I am looking forward to getting a lot out of this. I am not the best at writing and I hope, and pray that gain alto out of this class by the end of this quarter. I have a lot of ides of what to write about it almost seams like I never run out of them. My weakness is putting my ideas together and writing about them. My most positive writing experience was when I had to write about moving to my dram house. It was fun dreaming as I was writing about it. My worst writing experience was when I had to write about how much I enjoyed math when I was in the 5th grade. It was not fun because I did not like math and I had to say that I liked English.
Journal 1 by Beckie Sealock
Hi, my name is Beckie Sealock. This is English Composition 1.
I need this class because, I can't write a paper to save my soul. I procrastinate on writing papers because I think it's the hardest part of college. Every time I am to write a paper for our class project, I freeze. It takes me forever, meaning days on end, just to figure out HOW I am going to put the subject into words.
So what I am hoping to get out of this class is....
Thank you very much....Beckie
I need this class because, I can't write a paper to save my soul. I procrastinate on writing papers because I think it's the hardest part of college. Every time I am to write a paper for our class project, I freeze. It takes me forever, meaning days on end, just to figure out HOW I am going to put the subject into words.
So what I am hoping to get out of this class is....
- not to be afraid of writing papers and essays.
- to be able to put my words on paper without tripping all over it and last but not least,
- not to have to procrastinate ever again.
Thank you very much....Beckie
Journal 1- Introduction by Amanda Griffin
Hello everyone my name is Amanda Griffin and this is my last quarter here at Miami Jacobs. After this I will be graduating with a Paralegal Degree. I plan to work for a lawfirm and then possibly return back to school to get my law degree. I stay very busy with school and my family, I have two daughters and am married to my high school sweetheart.
My current writing skills are brief and need to be added to. I like my writing but feel that I can't put my thoughts into words that sound right together. I love to write when I feel it's getting my point across and it sounds good. I have to feel good about it or I feel it was a waste of my time. My biggest strength is my thought process and the great ideas that I can come up with for almost any kind of paper. My weakness is putting thoughts on to paper and punctation and spelling. I would say I definitly need help with punctation and a better way to word things. Maybe helping me make better sense of my ideas. By the end of the quarter I hope to be a better writer by being able to punctuate correctly and put my thoughts into better wording.
My most positive writing experience would have been in senior year of high school when I had to write a 5 page paper on where I see myself in life after high school. I just re-read it the other day and thought wow I really was a good writer back then. There is no one particular bad writing experience. I feel that since I have been in college my writing hasen't been that great and needs improvment. I feel that I rush through the writing process and don't make my thoughts clear.
My current writing skills are brief and need to be added to. I like my writing but feel that I can't put my thoughts into words that sound right together. I love to write when I feel it's getting my point across and it sounds good. I have to feel good about it or I feel it was a waste of my time. My biggest strength is my thought process and the great ideas that I can come up with for almost any kind of paper. My weakness is putting thoughts on to paper and punctation and spelling. I would say I definitly need help with punctation and a better way to word things. Maybe helping me make better sense of my ideas. By the end of the quarter I hope to be a better writer by being able to punctuate correctly and put my thoughts into better wording.
My most positive writing experience would have been in senior year of high school when I had to write a 5 page paper on where I see myself in life after high school. I just re-read it the other day and thought wow I really was a good writer back then. There is no one particular bad writing experience. I feel that since I have been in college my writing hasen't been that great and needs improvment. I feel that I rush through the writing process and don't make my thoughts clear.
Ms. Whitley -- Instructor EN101
Hello class and welcome to our first day! I'm excited to be here and to share
my knowledge and experience with you. Like many of you, I am a student and an employee. I'm working on my Masters degree in English at NKU with an emphasis in creative writing. For my masters project, I'm creating a travel memoir about the two years I spent in Kazakhstan with the Peace Corps.
In addition to working and going to school, I also love to paint. This turtle is a photo of a turtle that I painted in a mural for my cousin. In my own house, I've painted a sleeping dragon in my bedroom. When I have free time, I hope to continute painting more pictures around my house. I especially want to paint turtles in my own bathroom!
Happy Blogging everyone!
my knowledge and experience with you. Like many of you, I am a student and an employee. I'm working on my Masters degree in English at NKU with an emphasis in creative writing. For my masters project, I'm creating a travel memoir about the two years I spent in Kazakhstan with the Peace Corps.In addition to working and going to school, I also love to paint. This turtle is a photo of a turtle that I painted in a mural for my cousin. In my own house, I've painted a sleeping dragon in my bedroom. When I have free time, I hope to continute painting more pictures around my house. I especially want to paint turtles in my own bathroom!
Happy Blogging everyone!
Carla McNeal-How are you doing?
Hi, my name is Mrs. Carla Denise McNeal and I am the mother of 3 children, Jessica age 23, Dominic age 13 and Trey age 10. My grandson's name is Roman he is 23 months old. My skills as a writer are not bad, they have moments when it could have been a little better, my goal is to do well, do better and do my best from now on. Writing to me is a way of releasing my inner thoughts to see and reveal to me what I am feeling and thinking, a way of making it more real. Subject matter can sometimes be a problem in my writing, meaning I am not comfortable with the subject. Criticism helps me become a better writer so long as it is done in a manner that helps and lifts me up.
My writing goals for the end of the quarter is to write as some of my favorite authors or people who I admire and have read their memoirs about their life and life's lessons.
The only worst writing experience I have had is one which I am not ready to write about or share; in all honesty that would be the only case scenario on writing that I had a bad experience about.
My writing goals for the end of the quarter is to write as some of my favorite authors or people who I admire and have read their memoirs about their life and life's lessons.
The only worst writing experience I have had is one which I am not ready to write about or share; in all honesty that would be the only case scenario on writing that I had a bad experience about.
Tanika
Hello every one this is Tanika I am going to yell you about my writing skills at this point in time they suck! I don't hate writing just don't want to write at all, I whether tell you what I have to say.One of my weakness are I cant stand to put punctuation in it's not that I cant I just don't want to I don't like doing it. The areas I need help in would be all the English the whole process takes to long. My goals are to have a Ms.Whitley give me a A and be the best English student she has and being able to write a perfect thesis. My worst writing experience to having red marks on my writing for no punctuation
My Writing Skills By: Shante' Berry
Hello my name is Shante' Berry. I am a Criminal Justice Student at Miami Jacobs and I want to become a homicide detective. My skills so far as a writer at this point of time are strong, but there are some weaknesses I have that I need to work on. With the weaknesses that I have in writing I do actualy like to write.
Even though I have weaknesses in my writing I do like the research part getting to learn new things on different topics. I also like to free write. Writing about nothing in particular, but just practice the skills I need to practice. Sometimes there are times that I don't like to write and that's on things that are boring.
My strengths in writing is knowing what I want to write about and being able to organize it for the reader to understand it better. Some weaknesses I have in writing is getting my introduction and conclusion paragraghs together. I can't seem to draw the reader's attention in the right way, or I can't wrap the paper up without getting off track.
The areas that I need help in is getting together the introduction paragraph and my conclusion paragrapgh. My writing goals for the end of this quarter is to keep practicing to get better.
My most positive writing experience was when I wrote a paper on The Great Gatsby back in High school. It was fun and easy because the book was easy to comprehend.
My worst writing was a paper on Hamlet. In high school I couldn't get the paper right, nor in college I couldn't get the paper right.
Even though I have weaknesses in my writing I do like the research part getting to learn new things on different topics. I also like to free write. Writing about nothing in particular, but just practice the skills I need to practice. Sometimes there are times that I don't like to write and that's on things that are boring.
My strengths in writing is knowing what I want to write about and being able to organize it for the reader to understand it better. Some weaknesses I have in writing is getting my introduction and conclusion paragraghs together. I can't seem to draw the reader's attention in the right way, or I can't wrap the paper up without getting off track.
The areas that I need help in is getting together the introduction paragraph and my conclusion paragrapgh. My writing goals for the end of this quarter is to keep practicing to get better.
My most positive writing experience was when I wrote a paper on The Great Gatsby back in High school. It was fun and easy because the book was easy to comprehend.
My worst writing was a paper on Hamlet. In high school I couldn't get the paper right, nor in college I couldn't get the paper right.
Introduction~Amanda Glacken
Hello, I am Amanda Glacken. I am 22 years old and currently a court reporting student. When I'm not at school I am delivering pizzas for Pizza Hut, or spending time with my 2 year old daughter, Kaylie. I think my skills as a writer are decent. I don't mind writing, I just don't like sharing my writing with other people. I think it is because I am not sure if what I write is good enough.
My strengths in writing would be spelling and grammar. My weaknesses are procrastination and motivation. I definitely need to work on starting my assignments sooner than I do. I also need to work on where to put commas. My writing goal for this quarter would be to get A's on all of my papers.
My most positive writing experience was in high school when I had a combination class of Advanced Composition and Ecology. We had Ecology first, and then Advanced Composition. We would write about our experiences going to the park and learning about whatever it is we learned. That was a pretty good experience.
My worst writing experience was when I was about 11. I had a Tweety Bird diary that I wrote in everyday. One day my little brother found it and read it. I was so embarrassed and mad. After that happened, I never kept a diary again.
My strengths in writing would be spelling and grammar. My weaknesses are procrastination and motivation. I definitely need to work on starting my assignments sooner than I do. I also need to work on where to put commas. My writing goal for this quarter would be to get A's on all of my papers.
My most positive writing experience was in high school when I had a combination class of Advanced Composition and Ecology. We had Ecology first, and then Advanced Composition. We would write about our experiences going to the park and learning about whatever it is we learned. That was a pretty good experience.
My worst writing experience was when I was about 11. I had a Tweety Bird diary that I wrote in everyday. One day my little brother found it and read it. I was so embarrassed and mad. After that happened, I never kept a diary again.
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