1.what year did the British government force the french speaking colonist into exile?
a.1654
b.1800
c.1740
d.1780
2.the french speaking colonist that settled in Louisiana were called?
a.louisians
b.Cajuns
c.Gullah
d.colonist
3.how many broken languages were spoken?
a.7
b.10
c.h
d.9
4.what were one of the words spoken in south Carolina and Georgia?
a.brisk(mint)
b.cooter(turtle)
c.muck(must)
d.poodle(dog)
5.who speaks dialect?
a.one person
b.everyone
c.no one
d.animals
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Test Questions - Mario Hernandez
Mario Hernandez
William Something
Marvin Fajardo
1. When did the Civil War begin?
2. Where did the Civil War begin?
3. How long did the Civil War last?
4. There were _____ casualties by the end of the Civil War.
5. The _____ won the Civil War.
William Something
Marvin Fajardo
1. When did the Civil War begin?
2. Where did the Civil War begin?
3. How long did the Civil War last?
4. There were _____ casualties by the end of the Civil War.
5. The _____ won the Civil War.
Presentation Questions - Mario Hernandez
Mario Hernandez
William something?
Marvin Fajardo
1. When did the Civil War begin?
A. 1776
B. 1492
C. 1861
D. 1812
2. Where did the Civil War begin?
A. Fort Sumter, Charlotte, South Carolina
B. Jamesville
C. Gettysburg
D. Liberty, Massachusetts
3. How long did the Civil War last?
A. Four years
B. 15 years
C. 10 years
D. 1 year
4. What was the toll number of casualties by the end of the Civil War?
A. 600,000 +
B. 7000
C. 1,000,000 +
D. Less than 25,000
5. Who won the Civil War?
A. The South (The Confederate States of America)
B. The North (The Union)
C. Neutral Party
D. The Native American Indians
William something?
Marvin Fajardo
1. When did the Civil War begin?
A. 1776
B. 1492
C. 1861
D. 1812
2. Where did the Civil War begin?
A. Fort Sumter, Charlotte, South Carolina
B. Jamesville
C. Gettysburg
D. Liberty, Massachusetts
3. How long did the Civil War last?
A. Four years
B. 15 years
C. 10 years
D. 1 year
4. What was the toll number of casualties by the end of the Civil War?
A. 600,000 +
B. 7000
C. 1,000,000 +
D. Less than 25,000
5. Who won the Civil War?
A. The South (The Confederate States of America)
B. The North (The Union)
C. Neutral Party
D. The Native American Indians
Critics Corner Question
1.How many years was the the girls jealous of Laurie Alcott?
a. Never
b.a month
c.100 years
d.close to a year
e.50 years
2.What does Alcott gives each sister in the March family?
a.money
b.washing equipment
c.Accessories
d,Advise/clothes
e.Distinctive personality
3.Who is Shy and musical
a.Joe
b.Beth
c.Alcott
d.Amy
e.All the above
4.What city and state did the 4 sisters grow up at?
a.Concord Mass
b.Miami
c.Chicago
d.Cleveland Ohio
e.Dallas Texas
5.Who were the characters model in the book?
a.Godmother
b.teachers
c.best friends
d.family
e.pet
a. Never
b.a month
c.100 years
d.close to a year
e.50 years
2.What does Alcott gives each sister in the March family?
a.money
b.washing equipment
c.Accessories
d,Advise/clothes
e.Distinctive personality
3.Who is Shy and musical
a.Joe
b.Beth
c.Alcott
d.Amy
e.All the above
4.What city and state did the 4 sisters grow up at?
a.Concord Mass
b.Miami
c.Chicago
d.Cleveland Ohio
e.Dallas Texas
5.Who were the characters model in the book?
a.Godmother
b.teachers
c.best friends
d.family
e.pet
questions
wat did people record their daily life with?
a.)books b.)drawings c.)novels d.)letters and diaries e.)paper
the book Tom's cabin appear in what year?
a.)1852 b.)1990 c.)1820 d.)1892 e.)1842
the Liberator was dedicated to, and founded by who?
a.)suffering,william b.)slavery,william G c.)slavery,thomas d.)people,Alex e.)poor,Alex
who was wiliam gilmore simms?
a.)native b.)slave c.)storeowner d.)slaveowner e.)soldier
what did Nast popularize?
a.)himself b.)republican party c.)democratic party d.)unions e.)writings
during the war what did people use to record thier daily life?
what year did the novel Uncle Tom's Cabin appear in book form?
what did the memoirs that the soldiers and civilians published provide for people?
________ is dedicated to the abolitian of slavery.
________ was a union supporter.
a.)books b.)drawings c.)novels d.)letters and diaries e.)paper
the book Tom's cabin appear in what year?
a.)1852 b.)1990 c.)1820 d.)1892 e.)1842
the Liberator was dedicated to, and founded by who?
a.)suffering,william b.)slavery,william G c.)slavery,thomas d.)people,Alex e.)poor,Alex
who was wiliam gilmore simms?
a.)native b.)slave c.)storeowner d.)slaveowner e.)soldier
what did Nast popularize?
a.)himself b.)republican party c.)democratic party d.)unions e.)writings
during the war what did people use to record thier daily life?
what year did the novel Uncle Tom's Cabin appear in book form?
what did the memoirs that the soldiers and civilians published provide for people?
________ is dedicated to the abolitian of slavery.
________ was a union supporter.
Presentation Questions
Multiple choice questions.
1. Who wrote the novel “Moby-Dick” and in what year.
a) Harriet Beecher, 1852
b) William Wells Brown, 1853
c) Ann Sophia Stephens, 1860
d) Nathaniel Haw Thorne, 1850
e) Herman Melville, 1851
2. Who were the authors of famous novels in the U.S.A during the time period of 1850-1860?
a) Nathaniel Hawthorne
b) Harriet Beecher Stowe
c) William Wells Brown
d) Herman Melville
e) Ann Sophia Stephens
f) All of the above
3. Who is the author of “The Red Badge of Courage?”
a) Harriet Beecher Stowe
b) Ann Sophia Stephens
c) Herman Melville
d) Stephen Crane
e) William Wells Brown
4. What novel becomes recognized as one of the greatest American novels?
a) “Moby-Dick”
b) “The Red Badge of Courage”
c) “The Scarlet Letter”
d) “David Copperfield”
e) “The Confidence-Man”
5. Who were the authors of famous novels during the time period of 1847-1864 in the England, France and Germany?
a) Emily Bronte
b) Charles Dickens
c) Gustave Flaubert
d) Wilhelm Raabe
e) All of the above
Short answers questions
1) Who wrote the novel “Moby-Dick” and in what year.
2) Who were the authors of famous novels in the U.S.A during the time period of 1850-1860?
3) Who is the author of “The Red Badge of Courage?”
Fill in the blank questions
1) ___________________ becomes recognized as one of the greatest American novels.
2) ________________ _______________ ______________ ______________ were authors of famous novels during the time period of 1847-1864 in the England, France and Germany?
1. Who wrote the novel “Moby-Dick” and in what year.
a) Harriet Beecher, 1852
b) William Wells Brown, 1853
c) Ann Sophia Stephens, 1860
d) Nathaniel Haw Thorne, 1850
e) Herman Melville, 1851
2. Who were the authors of famous novels in the U.S.A during the time period of 1850-1860?
a) Nathaniel Hawthorne
b) Harriet Beecher Stowe
c) William Wells Brown
d) Herman Melville
e) Ann Sophia Stephens
f) All of the above
3. Who is the author of “The Red Badge of Courage?”
a) Harriet Beecher Stowe
b) Ann Sophia Stephens
c) Herman Melville
d) Stephen Crane
e) William Wells Brown
4. What novel becomes recognized as one of the greatest American novels?
a) “Moby-Dick”
b) “The Red Badge of Courage”
c) “The Scarlet Letter”
d) “David Copperfield”
e) “The Confidence-Man”
5. Who were the authors of famous novels during the time period of 1847-1864 in the England, France and Germany?
a) Emily Bronte
b) Charles Dickens
c) Gustave Flaubert
d) Wilhelm Raabe
e) All of the above
Short answers questions
1) Who wrote the novel “Moby-Dick” and in what year.
2) Who were the authors of famous novels in the U.S.A during the time period of 1850-1860?
3) Who is the author of “The Red Badge of Courage?”
Fill in the blank questions
1) ___________________ becomes recognized as one of the greatest American novels.
2) ________________ _______________ ______________ ______________ were authors of famous novels during the time period of 1847-1864 in the England, France and Germany?
MALIK EVANS
RODNEY KING
DELEONTE CATCHING
time in history
1) who was the main person in the civil war? abraham lincoln
2)who worked for wages? blacks and free whites.
3)who issue the emancipation proplamation? abraham lincoln.
4)when did the war end? in the spring of 1855.
5)what is the 14 amendment? it require state to provided equal protection of the laws of all persons.
Brittany Ross Questions
1) who were the two unique "geniuses" during this time?
2) why were these two the only "geniuses" out of all the other writer's/poets?
3) why did fictional writing got pushed to the back-burner and realism poetry became the new big thing?
4) what major event was taking place?
5) during what century did this happen?
2) why were these two the only "geniuses" out of all the other writer's/poets?
3) why did fictional writing got pushed to the back-burner and realism poetry became the new big thing?
4) what major event was taking place?
5) during what century did this happen?
Test Questions: LaVita Franklin
1. What is a primary source?
A. Primary source is when someone informs you about something that happened during an earlier time period.
B.Secondary source is when the document is written in that time period or the event that took place.
C.secondary source is when someone informs you about something that happened during an earlier time period.
D.primary source is when the document is written in that time period or the event took place.
E.none of the above
2. what is a secondary source?
A. primary source is when someone informs you about something that happened during an earlier time period.
B.secondary source is when the document is written in that time period or the event that took place.
C.secondary source is when someone informs you about something that happened during an earlier time period.
D.primary source is when the document is written in that time period or the event took place.
E.none of the above
3.During the war, many people recorded their daily lives in what?
4.Who published their memoirs after the war?
5.Who was a proud native of South Carolina?
A. Primary source is when someone informs you about something that happened during an earlier time period.
B.Secondary source is when the document is written in that time period or the event that took place.
C.secondary source is when someone informs you about something that happened during an earlier time period.
D.primary source is when the document is written in that time period or the event took place.
E.none of the above
2. what is a secondary source?
A. primary source is when someone informs you about something that happened during an earlier time period.
B.secondary source is when the document is written in that time period or the event that took place.
C.secondary source is when someone informs you about something that happened during an earlier time period.
D.primary source is when the document is written in that time period or the event took place.
E.none of the above
3.During the war, many people recorded their daily lives in what?
4.Who published their memoirs after the war?
5.Who was a proud native of South Carolina?
Test Questions
1)What year did British force French colonist to Canada?
A)1700
B)1776
C)1740
D)1741
E)1742
2)The language of French had added new words from what other languages?
A)French, German,& Spanish
B)Bootleg(English),Gris Gris(West African),& Bayou(Choctaw)
C)Gris Gris(West African),Bayou(Choctaw),& French
D)English
E)None of Above
3)What is the name of the book that were used to help people to communicate with others through different languages?
A)Bible
B)Dictionary
C)Dialect
D)A Textbook
E)Journals
4)Words & expressions came from________________.
5) William Bryant was a____________________.
A)1700
B)1776
C)1740
D)1741
E)1742
2)The language of French had added new words from what other languages?
A)French, German,& Spanish
B)Bootleg(English),Gris Gris(West African),& Bayou(Choctaw)
C)Gris Gris(West African),Bayou(Choctaw),& French
D)English
E)None of Above
3)What is the name of the book that were used to help people to communicate with others through different languages?
A)Bible
B)Dictionary
C)Dialect
D)A Textbook
E)Journals
4)Words & expressions came from________________.
5) William Bryant was a____________________.
Test Questions
1. Who was the Swedish singer that created a sensation wherever she went in the U.S.?
2.What does Winslow Homer do for the army camp life?
3.How many photographs did Matthew Brady produce of the war?
4.Between 1846 and 1857____________ states passed laws prohibiting consumption of alcohol.
5.Fashionable women wear_________ that are held out from their bodies with wire frameworks.
2.What does Winslow Homer do for the army camp life?
3.How many photographs did Matthew Brady produce of the war?
4.Between 1846 and 1857____________ states passed laws prohibiting consumption of alcohol.
5.Fashionable women wear_________ that are held out from their bodies with wire frameworks.
Presentation Questions
1)What year did British force French colonist to Canada?
A)1700
B)1776
C)1740
D)1741
E)1742
2)The language of French had added new words from what other languages?
A)French, German,& Spanish
B)Bootleg(English),Gris Gris(West African),& Bayou(Choctaw)
C)Gris Gris(West African),Bayou(Choctaw),& French
D)English
E)None of Above
3)What is the name of the book that were used to help people to communicate with others through different languages?
A)Bible
B)Dictionary
C)Dialect
D)A Textbook
E)Journals
4)Who was William Cullen Bryant?
A)A Journalist & Poet
B)A Teacher & Journalist
C)A Poet and Teacher
D)A Teacher
E)A Poet
5)New words and expressions came from...?
A)People
B)Technology
C)Science
D)Math
E)Reading
A)1700
B)1776
C)1740
D)1741
E)1742
2)The language of French had added new words from what other languages?
A)French, German,& Spanish
B)Bootleg(English),Gris Gris(West African),& Bayou(Choctaw)
C)Gris Gris(West African),Bayou(Choctaw),& French
D)English
E)None of Above
3)What is the name of the book that were used to help people to communicate with others through different languages?
A)Bible
B)Dictionary
C)Dialect
D)A Textbook
E)Journals
4)Who was William Cullen Bryant?
A)A Journalist & Poet
B)A Teacher & Journalist
C)A Poet and Teacher
D)A Teacher
E)A Poet
5)New words and expressions came from...?
A)People
B)Technology
C)Science
D)Math
E)Reading
Critics Corner by Kaniesha Coleman
Leader & only one: Kaniesha Coleman
1. Where did the story take place?
a. Boston, Massachusetts
b. Chicago, Illinois
C. Concord, Massachusetts
d. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
e. New York City, New York
2. Who wrote Little Women?
a. Louisa May Alcott
b. Maya Anjolou
c. Mr. Winfrey
d. Jane Austen
e. Elizabeth Janeway
3. How many sisters are in the March family?
a. 9
b. 4
c. 5
d. 6
e. 7
4. What March sister is the oldest and most "refined"?
a. Amy
b. Meg
c. Beth
d. Jo
e. Laurie
5. What is Little Women about?
a. A group of friends who do not like each other.
b. Four sisters who are growing up and trying to figure out what to do with their lives.
c. Four sisters moving to Chicago
d. Four sisters going to the mall.
e. Four little girls who are trying to act like women.
1. Where did the story take place?
a. Boston, Massachusetts
b. Chicago, Illinois
C. Concord, Massachusetts
d. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
e. New York City, New York
2. Who wrote Little Women?
a. Louisa May Alcott
b. Maya Anjolou
c. Mr. Winfrey
d. Jane Austen
e. Elizabeth Janeway
3. How many sisters are in the March family?
a. 9
b. 4
c. 5
d. 6
e. 7
4. What March sister is the oldest and most "refined"?
a. Amy
b. Meg
c. Beth
d. Jo
e. Laurie
5. What is Little Women about?
a. A group of friends who do not like each other.
b. Four sisters who are growing up and trying to figure out what to do with their lives.
c. Four sisters moving to Chicago
d. Four sisters going to the mall.
e. Four little girls who are trying to act like women.
Presentation Questions
A.Between 1846 and 1857 how many states pass laws prohibiying consumptions of alcohol.
a.3
b.30
c.13
B.What does Winslow Homer do for the army camp life.
a.Sing and dance
b.Draws and Paints Scenes
c.Help out with the kids
C.What invention makes possible production og in expensive, ready-to-wear clothing.
a.Sewing Machines
b.neddle and thread
c.Handwork
D.How many photographs did Matthew Brady produce of the war.
a.7,000
b.3,500
c.350
E.Who was the Swedish singer that created a sensation wherever she went in the U.S.
a.Jennifer Lind
b.Jenny Lind
c.Jenny King
a.3
b.30
c.13
B.What does Winslow Homer do for the army camp life.
a.Sing and dance
b.Draws and Paints Scenes
c.Help out with the kids
C.What invention makes possible production og in expensive, ready-to-wear clothing.
a.Sewing Machines
b.neddle and thread
c.Handwork
D.How many photographs did Matthew Brady produce of the war.
a.7,000
b.3,500
c.350
E.Who was the Swedish singer that created a sensation wherever she went in the U.S.
a.Jennifer Lind
b.Jenny Lind
c.Jenny King
He slammed forward as the brakes.......
He slammed forward as the brakes screeched, and the car drifted onward in the dark, suddle night. Shifting down the roads of Nevada, the car jolted at speeds of 100mph.
The Unknown rider was having the time of his life, then in a flash…..”VROOOOOOOOOMMM!!!”. Two vehicles floored out of the darkness behind the unknown rider at tremendous speeds like that of his own vehicle. The unknown rider did not notice a unauthorized sign one mile behind. Words on the sign was that of devastating shock that a regular civilian would halt, put their car in reverse, and shoot on out of there. The unknown rider floored his car up little by little: 120…..140…..160…..180..and then….”EEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The car looked that of 666 Satan screeching out in the dark night. In the same moment, the moon shined down with a crystallized glow of gleaming light on the vehicles giving them a shiny glow. All three cars were now visible. The cars behind the unknown rider floored up to the unknown rider’s speed behind him, pistons roaring fiercely. The unknown rider gazed in his mirror, glancing back with humbleness at the cars thinking they were pedestrians trying to race him, but in an instant the unknown rider changed his facial expression into a astonishing, serious look, and a grimace smirk. A gleam of red light appeared in the unknown riders front view mirror. He took a gaze into the mirror and saw long sniper rifles through the moon roof tops of the sport type vehicles. There were men on each vehicle holding a sniper rifle. The unknown rider then gazed down at the front license plates. They read “AREA 51 SECURITY.” The known rider then knew they were either going to arrest him, or legally murder him on sight. Two shots sprang forth, jousting at the GTO, blowing out the back windows. The unknown rider then took one deep breath. Yelled “HELL NOOO!!!!!” then hit the accelerator, flooring it to 250mph max. The 2 area 51 cars receded and disappeared off the side of the road somewhere. Out of the darkness in front of his GTO appeared something mysterious. A gate was opening with a loud “KRIIIIIINNNNGG”. The unknown rider was going full turbo speed now. Something large appeared behind the gate. His eyes widened so openly. Out appeared a tank. The GTO’s accelerator snapped and the GtO head on zoomed nearer and enarer to the tank,and just like that…….”SHHHRRROOOOMMMM!!!!!!!!”. The tank shot out a huge blast of a rocket, and then……………………… You Decide >:]!
The Unknown rider was having the time of his life, then in a flash…..”VROOOOOOOOOMMM!!!”. Two vehicles floored out of the darkness behind the unknown rider at tremendous speeds like that of his own vehicle. The unknown rider did not notice a unauthorized sign one mile behind. Words on the sign was that of devastating shock that a regular civilian would halt, put their car in reverse, and shoot on out of there. The unknown rider floored his car up little by little: 120…..140…..160…..180..and then….”EEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The car looked that of 666 Satan screeching out in the dark night. In the same moment, the moon shined down with a crystallized glow of gleaming light on the vehicles giving them a shiny glow. All three cars were now visible. The cars behind the unknown rider floored up to the unknown rider’s speed behind him, pistons roaring fiercely. The unknown rider gazed in his mirror, glancing back with humbleness at the cars thinking they were pedestrians trying to race him, but in an instant the unknown rider changed his facial expression into a astonishing, serious look, and a grimace smirk. A gleam of red light appeared in the unknown riders front view mirror. He took a gaze into the mirror and saw long sniper rifles through the moon roof tops of the sport type vehicles. There were men on each vehicle holding a sniper rifle. The unknown rider then gazed down at the front license plates. They read “AREA 51 SECURITY.” The known rider then knew they were either going to arrest him, or legally murder him on sight. Two shots sprang forth, jousting at the GTO, blowing out the back windows. The unknown rider then took one deep breath. Yelled “HELL NOOO!!!!!” then hit the accelerator, flooring it to 250mph max. The 2 area 51 cars receded and disappeared off the side of the road somewhere. Out of the darkness in front of his GTO appeared something mysterious. A gate was opening with a loud “KRIIIIIINNNNGG”. The unknown rider was going full turbo speed now. Something large appeared behind the gate. His eyes widened so openly. Out appeared a tank. The GTO’s accelerator snapped and the GtO head on zoomed nearer and enarer to the tank,and just like that…….”SHHHRRROOOOMMMM!!!!!!!!”. The tank shot out a huge blast of a rocket, and then……………………… You Decide >:]!
Camped Out
Only the flimsy wall of tent separated me from the low rumbling grow. “Such a bad lil girl” I told her. “No I just think you have what I need” she said.
All of this at a camping trip
Six friends meet ends now we’re each other’s dips
It’s all about the momentum; she just became single no less than 5 hours ago. I can get her alone I know I can. No I’m not saying I want to hit; all I want is that deep little moment as the camp fire makes those snapping noises breaking apart the wood; I want her to look me deep in my eyes so her soul can speak to me. When it comes to piercing these vaginas it’s never a big deal but once I give her what she needs she’ll try to find it in another guy. No that’s not how I roll; Deeper than any lust I only try to mind fuck because once I get the mind coming it comes back for more. Her boyfriend was a good financial provider: nice ride, lots of money, took her sopping ever week etc. The only problem was buddy was as dry as an old man who shoots dust. His sense of humor was not a sense at all, shit he couldn’t cry a joke. He has no interest about him and his words weren’t elusive enough he never had her mind bobble his greatest stimulation was buying her a new car. I on the other hand; I know exactly how to pursue; I know how to gain and maintain yes a True Man I am. At the trip we’ve been walking to our spot for an hour now. I tell her “I bet my tents gonna be warmer than yours.” She laughs and says “we’ll find out tonight.” Is there a prize for winning” I ask. “I have to think of one” she said.
Score! Too beasty you know what I mean? We sit in my tent; we laugh, she feels warm. She likes being close to me. I can tell. “I never loved him” she confesses out of nowhere. I already knew that I said. She says “how did you know?” “I know what a happy girl looks like and I could find it in your eyes” I told her.
The moment arrives she looks me deep in my eyes her soul says “Please be the one I need. “ All I wanted to give was a kiss but the way her eyes are undressing me; we already had sex mentally. I use my finger to lead her lips to mine. She moans while kissing, her tense body starts loosening. She whispers “that’s the first time a guy made my faucet leak with just a kiss.” All I did was smirk; then she tackles me to the sleeping bag. Only the flimsy wall of my tent separated me form the low rumbling growl. “Such a bad lil girl” I told her. “No I just think you have what I need” she said
All of this at a camping trip
Six friends meet ends now we’re each other’s dips
It’s all about the momentum; she just became single no less than 5 hours ago. I can get her alone I know I can. No I’m not saying I want to hit; all I want is that deep little moment as the camp fire makes those snapping noises breaking apart the wood; I want her to look me deep in my eyes so her soul can speak to me. When it comes to piercing these vaginas it’s never a big deal but once I give her what she needs she’ll try to find it in another guy. No that’s not how I roll; Deeper than any lust I only try to mind fuck because once I get the mind coming it comes back for more. Her boyfriend was a good financial provider: nice ride, lots of money, took her sopping ever week etc. The only problem was buddy was as dry as an old man who shoots dust. His sense of humor was not a sense at all, shit he couldn’t cry a joke. He has no interest about him and his words weren’t elusive enough he never had her mind bobble his greatest stimulation was buying her a new car. I on the other hand; I know exactly how to pursue; I know how to gain and maintain yes a True Man I am. At the trip we’ve been walking to our spot for an hour now. I tell her “I bet my tents gonna be warmer than yours.” She laughs and says “we’ll find out tonight.” Is there a prize for winning” I ask. “I have to think of one” she said.
Score! Too beasty you know what I mean? We sit in my tent; we laugh, she feels warm. She likes being close to me. I can tell. “I never loved him” she confesses out of nowhere. I already knew that I said. She says “how did you know?” “I know what a happy girl looks like and I could find it in your eyes” I told her.
The moment arrives she looks me deep in my eyes her soul says “Please be the one I need. “ All I wanted to give was a kiss but the way her eyes are undressing me; we already had sex mentally. I use my finger to lead her lips to mine. She moans while kissing, her tense body starts loosening. She whispers “that’s the first time a guy made my faucet leak with just a kiss.” All I did was smirk; then she tackles me to the sleeping bag. Only the flimsy wall of my tent separated me form the low rumbling growl. “Such a bad lil girl” I told her. “No I just think you have what I need” she said
The Truth
As I read the contents of the letter, I was aware of the smile on my face. I was ecstatic, I mean after all these years of searching and rejection; from almost a hundred different people with the last name Hunter, my mother had finally reached out to me!
At 26, I’ve lived a life that requires an age way beyond my years. Despite, being in the face of adversity everyday of my life, I always prevailed. Like me having my son at 11, by a 16 year old boy named London, who I thought I was in love with.
You see being a foster child and being moved from home to home all my life, gave me the need to always search and desire someone that could possibly be permanent. Yet, because I was searching in all the wrong places, no one ever stayed for long. I used to get depressed at the thought that my parents abandoned me, literally, ever since I cried into this world. It hurt, but those thoughts and my depression, I couldn’t allow them to keep my life at a standstill. Someone once told me that the only constant in life was change. I knew then that, I had to keep it moving…the moving stopped when I was 17.
I became a success all by myself and from the motivation to do better for my son. My son, Sean, and I ended up living in shelters until I was able to get a job and get us a little studio apartment which we stayed in for 5 years while I attended Columbia University and attained a B.A. in English. Now, I am currently working on achieving my Masters in Communications and African American Studies. All alone I did these things when I was constantly set up to fail. Of course, through the good, the bad, and the ugly, my bitterness towards the life I was given had faded away. Most people may wallow in self-pity and hate. I obviously felt and did the opposite. I firmly believe and stand by what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
My mother, Sandra Hunter, simply says in the letter:
Dear Tiffany,
My Name is Sandra Hunter. I am your biological mother. I know you may be confused as to why I am FINALLY reaching out to you. Basically, I love you and despite what you may think. And I can explain and tell you everything you need to know. Please write back, if you get this.
Your mother,
Sandra Hunter
Yes, I felt like more could have been said, but I still held more meaning and purpose then anyone would ever know.
“Ma, why are you smiling? What is that?” Sean asks, as he walks up behind me to get a glance at the letter. Tears of joy started to roll down my face.
“It’s a letter, from my mother.” Sean didn’t respond. I looked up at him and he had a look of absolute shock.
“Your mother?” His features then turned to a scowl. His body language got tense.
“Yes” I said nodding my head. Sean turned and walked out the room. He was upset. Especially, because he was apart of my struggle all his life, and he hated the grandparents he never knew for putting me through it. I was angry deep down, but happiness eliminated that emotion for now. Sean was too young to see it my way. I saw this letter as one step close to the closure. One step closer to the truth.
At 26, I’ve lived a life that requires an age way beyond my years. Despite, being in the face of adversity everyday of my life, I always prevailed. Like me having my son at 11, by a 16 year old boy named London, who I thought I was in love with.
You see being a foster child and being moved from home to home all my life, gave me the need to always search and desire someone that could possibly be permanent. Yet, because I was searching in all the wrong places, no one ever stayed for long. I used to get depressed at the thought that my parents abandoned me, literally, ever since I cried into this world. It hurt, but those thoughts and my depression, I couldn’t allow them to keep my life at a standstill. Someone once told me that the only constant in life was change. I knew then that, I had to keep it moving…the moving stopped when I was 17.
I became a success all by myself and from the motivation to do better for my son. My son, Sean, and I ended up living in shelters until I was able to get a job and get us a little studio apartment which we stayed in for 5 years while I attended Columbia University and attained a B.A. in English. Now, I am currently working on achieving my Masters in Communications and African American Studies. All alone I did these things when I was constantly set up to fail. Of course, through the good, the bad, and the ugly, my bitterness towards the life I was given had faded away. Most people may wallow in self-pity and hate. I obviously felt and did the opposite. I firmly believe and stand by what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
My mother, Sandra Hunter, simply says in the letter:
Dear Tiffany,
My Name is Sandra Hunter. I am your biological mother. I know you may be confused as to why I am FINALLY reaching out to you. Basically, I love you and despite what you may think. And I can explain and tell you everything you need to know. Please write back, if you get this.
Your mother,
Sandra Hunter
Yes, I felt like more could have been said, but I still held more meaning and purpose then anyone would ever know.
“Ma, why are you smiling? What is that?” Sean asks, as he walks up behind me to get a glance at the letter. Tears of joy started to roll down my face.
“It’s a letter, from my mother.” Sean didn’t respond. I looked up at him and he had a look of absolute shock.
“Your mother?” His features then turned to a scowl. His body language got tense.
“Yes” I said nodding my head. Sean turned and walked out the room. He was upset. Especially, because he was apart of my struggle all his life, and he hated the grandparents he never knew for putting me through it. I was angry deep down, but happiness eliminated that emotion for now. Sean was too young to see it my way. I saw this letter as one step close to the closure. One step closer to the truth.
BABY IN A CELL!!
Those last few steps seemed the most difficult. I had ever made in my life. Walking down death row with prison guard on my side. All I could do was stare at my stomach and think what I have done. Flash back 2 weeks ago. Me and my home girls in the yard laughing at the skinny girl getting punked on the basketball court. “Annnt!!” The bell rung. Everyone had to line up to leave the yard. I always waited to the end because I needed extra assistance with my lil bump. Yes. If you haven’t noticed by now. I’m pregnant. 8 months to be exact. And I’m in jail. Because my baby daddy threw his stash in my purse during a raid and made me take the fall. I’ve been in here for 4 months now. And it doesn’t look like im getting out anytime soon. But back to the story. Im always at the end of the line. And this 1 guard would always try to assist me. He was a male guard in a female prison. I always felt uncomfortable when he would approach me. He would touch me and talk to me in a disrespectful and sexual way. Yes. I would tell the guards and warden. But come on now who would believe a convict. So as I was walking to my cell he walked behind me this day unlike others. Something wasn’t right. I tried to act like I had to use the bathroom. But who was it kidding he exclaimed I was pretty and hard headed and I needed to be punished. As he said that he began to unbuckle his pants. I crunch my legs. He hit me like I was in a Tyson fight. I feel to the floor. He hoped on top of me. I tried myself to fight him off of me and scream. But it seemed like I was talking to the walls only. No one came. He tried to push inside of me put it didn’t work. After all my squaring he finally got in. I cried loudly. He was hurting my child I could feel it. He was to ruff. He began to rub on my stomach claiming this was his baby. He pumped me hard like I was a virgin. I felt my child moving and this feeling was not good. He finally finished. He was sweaty. I was sedated by the body. I couldn’t move I laid there for 30 seconds. And thought about what happen. As he was pulling up his pants something trickled down my leg. I then quickly reached and pulled his gun out of his hoister. I SHOT HIM IN THE HEAD! RING ERRRRT! The sirens came on. The guards came to my room and rushed me. I could barely move. I had blood running down my leg. I tried to explain my side of the story. That the man jus raped me. But they weren’t trying to hear it. They placed me in a holding cell for tow weeks. As the guards came and got me those last few steps seemed the most difficult I had made in my life. Walking down death row with a prison guard down my side. All I could do was stare at my stomach and think what have I done? They jus ruled against my favor for life in prison. Instead he sentenced me death. He gave me and my unborn baby the chair. Because some horny ass guard raped us. Two lives are going to be taken over some unconnected sex. And a mother reacting. That’s ain’t right
YUP
I was not expecting what was waiting for me just as I rounded the corner. It was Derrick waiting for 6 years now. I was wondering what the f*** is he doing waiting on me, when I’m walking up with my new boyfriend. Derrick quickly approach me saying “This is Stephon” Instantly Derrick tries to fight Stephon, I mean at the time all I can see is derrick standing 6:1, light skinned, dreads and Stephon 5:7 dark skinned, with dreads also. I grab Stephon so that we can walk away but he wasn’t trying to hear that at the time. Sunrise, damn here I go back off to school, but on my way to Derrick house to pick up my sister. I called her down stairs to meet me, but Derrick run his ass down stairs before I could even press the talk button. “So that lil nigga over me” He said with a grouchy voice. “I mean you been doing you Derrick, so when I move on it’s a problem”. We argued back and forth until I figured I was late for school. After school I meet up with PHON-PHON which is what I call Stephon for short. Derrick pull up in a car “didn’t I tell you about this nigga e” Stephon replied “man e let me get this nigga’ I fall back and let them fight, they going at it for a while. Then they both pull out guns. Quickly I stand in between both of them, and say” shoot me then” Stephon drops the gun first “man buddy ass wild’ Derrick say “come on e get in the car. Now I'm stuck and don’t know what to do. Should I stay or should I go or should I have turned the other corner?
GOING HOME
Going Home
Harry was puzzled when the door didn’t open. Why? Of course, it was his mother’s house. So he knocked again. Still there was no answer. Panicking, he shot the door down with the hand gun he had taken from the side of his pants buckle. Walking inside he found nothing, not even his own mother. “Where the hell can they be?” he questioned himself. For about ten minutes he stood there thinking to himself about where could his family be. Then it hit him, Bookie did tell him that he had 24 hours to give him his money or else. Harry was raged with anger, knowing that Bookie must have broken into his mother house and kidnapped her. The first thing he did was hopped back into his black charger and drive furiously down the I-85 towards Bookie’s headquarters. Yes, Bookie had money, lots of it.
Walking into the door and the first thing he witnesses was Bookie harassing his mother by kissing her on the mouth to cease her from screaming. Harry eyes were as red as a bull charging at a silly ass man with a red suit on and he pounced onto Bookie’s back.
“Get the fuck off my mama you black bastard” retorted Harry.
“Somebody get this nigga off of me man!” screamed Bookie.
Ten tall, muscular, broad black men went to Bookies’ rescue. When Bookie finally took a breath after halfway been choked to death, he pulled a gun out on Harry.
“Ha, the little white boy from a black village…You think you can just come to my place uninvited, and to add that not only did you try to kill me hoe!” he said half-jokingly. “You are a damn fool” he then began to laugh.
Harry was under the arms of one of Bookie’s security men. He couldn’t speak, and he couldn’t move. Harry was trapped. Bookie continued to talk shit to Harry about his money and how “stupid” Harry was. Though he was unaware the whole time that Harry was looking for any advantage to get him and his mother out the place safely. He cocked his head to the left and noticed the gun on the inside jacket of the security guard who held him captive. Being slinky and tall was an advantage for Harry because he kicked the security with his legs enough times that his knees got weak and fell. Kicking him again quickly, he grabbed the gun and his that he had hidden in his pants. He moved so fast that the other men couldn’t respond fast enough. He began pointing the guns at the men and then they did also. Afraid of getting shot, still holding the guns, he had to come up with a plan and strategize his next move.
“You’re such a dumbass Harry; you really think you can clean us all out?” “I got to see this” Bookie laughed out loud, this time joined by his security. Ten damn security guards stood with guns in his face with the exception of Bookie. Bookie seen the nervous on Harry’s face and began to provoke him, he wanted to test him. He began by rising Harry’s mother skirt to reveal her underwear and started unbuttoning her shirt.
“What you going to do about it Harry?” “Whaaaat you gonna do about it?” he thought he was hilarious and began to laugh hysterically.
Harry was even more raged and didn’t give a fuck no more. He began to shoot and so did the other men. The mother screamed and so did Harry as he fell to the ground in shock. He laid there silently as the man he used to call friend laughed outrageously in his face. With the last breath in his body he spoke “I tried and I’m sorry mama…” and he closed his eyes. She yelled and kicked but could not move for she was tied up to a chair. There was no more Harry and soon his mother met up with him in heaven.
Harry was puzzled when the door didn’t open. Why? Of course, it was his mother’s house. So he knocked again. Still there was no answer. Panicking, he shot the door down with the hand gun he had taken from the side of his pants buckle. Walking inside he found nothing, not even his own mother. “Where the hell can they be?” he questioned himself. For about ten minutes he stood there thinking to himself about where could his family be. Then it hit him, Bookie did tell him that he had 24 hours to give him his money or else. Harry was raged with anger, knowing that Bookie must have broken into his mother house and kidnapped her. The first thing he did was hopped back into his black charger and drive furiously down the I-85 towards Bookie’s headquarters. Yes, Bookie had money, lots of it.
Walking into the door and the first thing he witnesses was Bookie harassing his mother by kissing her on the mouth to cease her from screaming. Harry eyes were as red as a bull charging at a silly ass man with a red suit on and he pounced onto Bookie’s back.
“Get the fuck off my mama you black bastard” retorted Harry.
“Somebody get this nigga off of me man!” screamed Bookie.
Ten tall, muscular, broad black men went to Bookies’ rescue. When Bookie finally took a breath after halfway been choked to death, he pulled a gun out on Harry.
“Ha, the little white boy from a black village…You think you can just come to my place uninvited, and to add that not only did you try to kill me hoe!” he said half-jokingly. “You are a damn fool” he then began to laugh.
Harry was under the arms of one of Bookie’s security men. He couldn’t speak, and he couldn’t move. Harry was trapped. Bookie continued to talk shit to Harry about his money and how “stupid” Harry was. Though he was unaware the whole time that Harry was looking for any advantage to get him and his mother out the place safely. He cocked his head to the left and noticed the gun on the inside jacket of the security guard who held him captive. Being slinky and tall was an advantage for Harry because he kicked the security with his legs enough times that his knees got weak and fell. Kicking him again quickly, he grabbed the gun and his that he had hidden in his pants. He moved so fast that the other men couldn’t respond fast enough. He began pointing the guns at the men and then they did also. Afraid of getting shot, still holding the guns, he had to come up with a plan and strategize his next move.
“You’re such a dumbass Harry; you really think you can clean us all out?” “I got to see this” Bookie laughed out loud, this time joined by his security. Ten damn security guards stood with guns in his face with the exception of Bookie. Bookie seen the nervous on Harry’s face and began to provoke him, he wanted to test him. He began by rising Harry’s mother skirt to reveal her underwear and started unbuttoning her shirt.
“What you going to do about it Harry?” “Whaaaat you gonna do about it?” he thought he was hilarious and began to laugh hysterically.
Harry was even more raged and didn’t give a fuck no more. He began to shoot and so did the other men. The mother screamed and so did Harry as he fell to the ground in shock. He laid there silently as the man he used to call friend laughed outrageously in his face. With the last breath in his body he spoke “I tried and I’m sorry mama…” and he closed his eyes. She yelled and kicked but could not move for she was tied up to a chair. There was no more Harry and soon his mother met up with him in heaven.
TRAPPED
She ducked as the plate smashed against the wall behind her. While her nose was already bleeding and knots on her head, she couldn’t and didn’t know how to escape it. While her father gripped her arms and dragged her down the wooden basement stairs, she tried to kick and squirm out of his grip, but was not able to be released. He handcuffed her to a pole and tied her legs together so she wasn’t able to kick and put duck tape over her mouth to keep her from screaming. “Now, I bet you the next time I ask your ass to do something for me, you’ll do it…am I right”, he said, Micah shook her head yes as tears streamed down her face, “Now, I wasn’t you to go upstairs and get comfortable for daddy, you hear me”, he said with a smirk on his face as he walked towards her to take the handcuffs off, remove the duck tape from her mouth and untie her legs, Micah didn’t respond, she closed her eyes and cried, “I said do you hear me!”, her father yelled as he kicked her in her face with his 11 ½ sized timberland boots. She started to bleed heavily out of her mouth and nose. He picked her up and pushed her towards the stairs, “Take your thick ass upstairs and do what I told you.” Micah said nothing as she slowly walked up the stairs, “Hurry up, I don’t have all day”, he said. She still paced herself until she reached the top of the stairs, then she ran until she got to her bedroom, and slammed the door. “Oh my god what the hell am I going to do, I need to get out of this house”, she thought to herself as she paced back and forth in her room. She decided to go through the window so she walked towards the window and studied the distance between her bedroom window and the ground, “It’s not that far”, she thought. BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, now she was starting to panic, her father was coming up the stairs and she was running out of time. Micah grabbed a bunch of sheets and tied them together, and tied it to the edge of her bed. Meanwhile her father was getting closer and closer to her door, so she tossed the end of the sheets out of the window so she was able to climb down and get away, while she was climbing out of the window her father walked through the door and caught her as she was climbing down from the window. “Were you trying to run from me bitch”, he said as he walked towards her, “No”, she said hesitantly, her father grabbed her by the neck, and threw her on the bed. “Hum, since you like sheets so much let me show how to use one”, he tied her hands to the headboard and sat on top of her while he was punching her in her face. Jeremiah ripped her clothes off her body, she cried heavily as tears rolled off her cheeks and blood trickled from every angle of her face, he looked at her dead in the eyes and softly said, “Lights out.”
The Return of The JUNEBUG
Jeireseth McLean
The Return of The JUNBUG
It was the strangest thing I had ever seen, with tubes and wires. It almost resembled a human with a web of red and blue wires that resembled veins. I saw a surge of blue electricity run through the object, suddenly it began to breathe.
“How the fuck is a robot breathin’?”
In a voice similar top that of my Great-Uncle June I heard,
“What the hell you just say!”
I’d started for the door when I saw my uncles ashes partially scattered along the floor, Could this be? Had Janette finally succeeded? Had she finally raised the dead? As I sat there in amazement the humanoid robot began to walk towards me, my body’s impulse was for me to flee but something in my heart freed me to stand still. The robot made no hasty movement as if attempting to comfort me, then it began to speak again.
“Come here boy.” said the robot.
I couldn’t I was struck.
“Whatcha scared of I said COME HERE!”
In that moment I realized it was Uncle June but, how? Why?
“I…I’m scared” I responded nervously.
“Of what, Nigga I SAID COME HERE!” again demanded Uncle June.
I walked towards what I believed to be the imposter of a robot. He grabbed my arm and I felt a tingle. He began to generate skin all over his body, when he removed his hand and I felt a small burn on my wrist. I closed my eyes through the ordeal, when I opened them there he was my Great-Uncle June at age 17.
The Return of The JUNBUG
It was the strangest thing I had ever seen, with tubes and wires. It almost resembled a human with a web of red and blue wires that resembled veins. I saw a surge of blue electricity run through the object, suddenly it began to breathe.
“How the fuck is a robot breathin’?”
In a voice similar top that of my Great-Uncle June I heard,
“What the hell you just say!”
I’d started for the door when I saw my uncles ashes partially scattered along the floor, Could this be? Had Janette finally succeeded? Had she finally raised the dead? As I sat there in amazement the humanoid robot began to walk towards me, my body’s impulse was for me to flee but something in my heart freed me to stand still. The robot made no hasty movement as if attempting to comfort me, then it began to speak again.
“Come here boy.” said the robot.
I couldn’t I was struck.
“Whatcha scared of I said COME HERE!”
In that moment I realized it was Uncle June but, how? Why?
“I…I’m scared” I responded nervously.
“Of what, Nigga I SAID COME HERE!” again demanded Uncle June.
I walked towards what I believed to be the imposter of a robot. He grabbed my arm and I felt a tingle. He began to generate skin all over his body, when he removed his hand and I felt a small burn on my wrist. I closed my eyes through the ordeal, when I opened them there he was my Great-Uncle June at age 17.
The Day I Lost My LIfe.
David L.Frierson
5-6-10
The lane was night dark even at noon. I knew she was coming and coming soon. Today was the day she was killed nobody home but her and me. I remember her annoying me I was not having a good day left to baby-sit her. What more can I say. My mother and father always drank, so it was not surprising when I received the call that they were killed in a car accident, but that just added fuel to my fire. She whined and whined I couldn’t take it no more I went in the kitchen and pulled open the door and got the chainsaw cut her head right off her shoulders blood gushing all over the rug her body hit the floor that cry I would hear no more. They say you are never really missed until you dead or you gone, but who ever said that was dead wrong. It was dark so soon in the summer and it was only noon. She never did like the light it was dark down that lane blood everywhere in sight. Ill be here when she comes for me. I mean you can’t avoid death and she’s not going to avoid me. I guess its destiny. The road was night dark 12:00 noon I walked through the flames and there she came and then I left cannot live twice the lane was night dark even at noon when I lost my life.
5-6-10
The lane was night dark even at noon. I knew she was coming and coming soon. Today was the day she was killed nobody home but her and me. I remember her annoying me I was not having a good day left to baby-sit her. What more can I say. My mother and father always drank, so it was not surprising when I received the call that they were killed in a car accident, but that just added fuel to my fire. She whined and whined I couldn’t take it no more I went in the kitchen and pulled open the door and got the chainsaw cut her head right off her shoulders blood gushing all over the rug her body hit the floor that cry I would hear no more. They say you are never really missed until you dead or you gone, but who ever said that was dead wrong. It was dark so soon in the summer and it was only noon. She never did like the light it was dark down that lane blood everywhere in sight. Ill be here when she comes for me. I mean you can’t avoid death and she’s not going to avoid me. I guess its destiny. The road was night dark 12:00 noon I walked through the flames and there she came and then I left cannot live twice the lane was night dark even at noon when I lost my life.
Art Of Noise
Art
Of
Noise
It happened so quickly I had no time to think, only react. He kissed her mind passionately as he laid her on her back. He ran his fingers through her hair thank God there’s no tracks. Reaching into her Southern Hemisphere damn she has a nice rack. How in the world did he get her to shack? He heard her heart… Bum Bum … Bum Bum… “OMG please grab my hips.” He swung his arm over sliding and gliding down her contours the constant murmur of “Baby I’m yours.”... A Symphony is sounding… the creaking of floor boards… The rumbling of the headboard… “Damn girl you must have been a pro before”… He’s the maestro call this the Art of Noise… Don’t mistake him for one of these minuscule boys… he wears big things he got that jumbo toy… If you ready to try your insides he’ll destroy… Satisfaction guaranteed this ride you shall enjoy… she’s telling her friends “That man was amazing tall or maybe average about 5’9” he loves superhero shirts and damn sure meant to be mine.” “He knew my name and somehow knew my sign.” … I remembered he said “Damn Fe you mighty Fine… Take this pen and your number you should sign.” … “Girl it happened so quickly I had no time to think, only react” … But damn what was his name? … A.O.N. [Art Of Noise] the Maestro…
Of
Noise
It happened so quickly I had no time to think, only react. He kissed her mind passionately as he laid her on her back. He ran his fingers through her hair thank God there’s no tracks. Reaching into her Southern Hemisphere damn she has a nice rack. How in the world did he get her to shack? He heard her heart… Bum Bum … Bum Bum… “OMG please grab my hips.” He swung his arm over sliding and gliding down her contours the constant murmur of “Baby I’m yours.”... A Symphony is sounding… the creaking of floor boards… The rumbling of the headboard… “Damn girl you must have been a pro before”… He’s the maestro call this the Art of Noise… Don’t mistake him for one of these minuscule boys… he wears big things he got that jumbo toy… If you ready to try your insides he’ll destroy… Satisfaction guaranteed this ride you shall enjoy… she’s telling her friends “That man was amazing tall or maybe average about 5’9” he loves superhero shirts and damn sure meant to be mine.” “He knew my name and somehow knew my sign.” … I remembered he said “Damn Fe you mighty Fine… Take this pen and your number you should sign.” … “Girl it happened so quickly I had no time to think, only react” … But damn what was his name? … A.O.N. [Art Of Noise] the Maestro…
Gina's last word
Gina stared at the doctor her mind in confusion
How could she make that her conclusion?
Said to herself how come
That will end up being my outcome
As if she died thinking to herself
If that’s the case put my coffin near Malcolm’s
Gina is having this analysis
As if she fell into a paralysis
She does not forget
Only thing in her mind is regrets
With all the mistakes
And her health is what she forsakes
And mentally she felt raped
Thinking to herself there must be another way
To live for another day
The conclusion was the disease
Neither her nor her family be pleased
Bitten by a dog with rabies
My eyes closed and no one was able to save me
How could she make that her conclusion?
Said to herself how come
That will end up being my outcome
As if she died thinking to herself
If that’s the case put my coffin near Malcolm’s
Gina is having this analysis
As if she fell into a paralysis
She does not forget
Only thing in her mind is regrets
With all the mistakes
And her health is what she forsakes
And mentally she felt raped
Thinking to herself there must be another way
To live for another day
The conclusion was the disease
Neither her nor her family be pleased
Bitten by a dog with rabies
My eyes closed and no one was able to save me
latisha strong
Literary Trends
Questions:
1. What did Walt Whiteman and Emily Dickson Redefine?
A. British poetry
B. American poetry
C. Class poetry
D. Kids poetry
E. Adult poetry
2. Walt Whitman published __________Editions of leaves of grass.
3. What did Emily Dickson and Walt Whitman Redefine?
4. Walt Whitman published how many Editions of leaves of grass?
A.100
B.2
C.14
D.9
E.7
5. What is the new age?
A. In the middle of the civil war
B. During the civil war
C. After the civil war
D. At the end of the civil war
E. Right when it happens
6. The new age is the period_________________.
7. What is realism?
A. real people
B. how they use real people and nature in the stories
C. nature
D. Environment
E. The world
8. How many poems did Emily Dickinson make in her life time?
A. 500
B. 8
C. 7
D. 3
E. 1.000
9. How did we describe Whiteman?
10. We called both Emily Dickinson Walt Whitman_______________.
Questions:
1. What did Walt Whiteman and Emily Dickson Redefine?
A. British poetry
B. American poetry
C. Class poetry
D. Kids poetry
E. Adult poetry
2. Walt Whitman published __________Editions of leaves of grass.
3. What did Emily Dickson and Walt Whitman Redefine?
4. Walt Whitman published how many Editions of leaves of grass?
A.100
B.2
C.14
D.9
E.7
5. What is the new age?
A. In the middle of the civil war
B. During the civil war
C. After the civil war
D. At the end of the civil war
E. Right when it happens
6. The new age is the period_________________.
7. What is realism?
A. real people
B. how they use real people and nature in the stories
C. nature
D. Environment
E. The world
8. How many poems did Emily Dickinson make in her life time?
A. 500
B. 8
C. 7
D. 3
E. 1.000
9. How did we describe Whiteman?
10. We called both Emily Dickinson Walt Whitman_______________.
Literayure of this Time
1. Who founded the newspaper "the LIberator" in 1831?
a. wiliam lloyd Garrison
b.willaiam Gilmore Simms
c. harriet Beecher stowe's
d. Cat
e. Ivy
2. who wrote "uncle Toms's Cabin"?
a.Willam Llyod Garrison
b.hariet Beecher Stowe's
c. William Gilmore Simms
d.David
e. Donesha
3.How many copies did "uncle Tom's cabin"?
a.25,000
b. 230,000
c.300,000
d.50
e.25
4. what type of stories did willaim Gilmore Simms write ?
a.mystery
b.horror
c. romatic
d.comedy
e.children
5. who drew cartoons for the Harper's weekly?
a.William Llyod Garrison
b.Thom Nast
c. harriet beecher Stowe
d.Tom Hanks
e. Cliford
6. what did the readers look forward to in the Harper's weekly?
7. during the war what did the people do daily ?
8. What were memoirs for in the civil war ?
9. william is dedicated to abolition of slavery.
10. William is from South Carolina.
a. wiliam lloyd Garrison
b.willaiam Gilmore Simms
c. harriet Beecher stowe's
d. Cat
e. Ivy
2. who wrote "uncle Toms's Cabin"?
a.Willam Llyod Garrison
b.hariet Beecher Stowe's
c. William Gilmore Simms
d.David
e. Donesha
3.How many copies did "uncle Tom's cabin"?
a.25,000
b. 230,000
c.300,000
d.50
e.25
4. what type of stories did willaim Gilmore Simms write ?
a.mystery
b.horror
c. romatic
d.comedy
e.children
5. who drew cartoons for the Harper's weekly?
a.William Llyod Garrison
b.Thom Nast
c. harriet beecher Stowe
d.Tom Hanks
e. Cliford
6. what did the readers look forward to in the Harper's weekly?
7. during the war what did the people do daily ?
8. What were memoirs for in the civil war ?
9. william is dedicated to abolition of slavery.
10. William is from South Carolina.
Monday, April 5, 2010
CHRISTOPHER MERRICK'S STORY
It was the strangest thing I had ever seen, with tubes and wires; I was so young then, I think I was only four. My grandmother was in a bed; the only things I could remember was bright lights and how the machines were all over the place. The place was huge, I mean it held a lot of rooms. I remember my grandmothe’s room was 829. My grandmother was a woman who was always filled with joy, nothing but positive things to say. The last thing I heard my grandmother say is “ I love you baby, just walk with God and He’ll never let you go” Soon everything became ambiguous to me; I saw my grandmother laying in a nice box. I said to my father is grandma sleep, why isn’t she getting up. I knew my grandmother hated when we turned on the lights while she was trying to sleep. While my grandmother was laying in a box, most of my family members were crying. I thought to myself that she was only sleeping, but that was not the case. My grandmother was sleeping, and little did I know she never woke up. My granny was up in the sky, she was with Jesus. The place and the strangest thing I had ever seen, with tubes and wires was a place called a hospital. I thought to myself I never want to go back there again, because it was the place were my grandmother had the tubes and the wires.
til death do us part
I was not expecting what was waiting for me just as I turned the corner.
“ T.T where the fuck you been?” Josh asked.
“ Look, can we juss talk lata,” T.T replied nervously.
“ I’m juss getting da feelin’ you don’t wanna mess with ya’ boy nomo”
“ Na boo. Its nuthin’ like dat. I juss got hella stuff goin’ on right now”.
T.T had took a thousand dollars from Josh, and now he thought they were going to get into a relationship. Who wouldn’t want to be with a 5 foot 5, carmel skin girl, with long dark brown hair to her back. Josh was really feeling T.T, but there was no way she would be committed to a 5 foot 7, dark skin brotha’, with dreads, and funky breath. The only thing Josh was good for was keeping her pockets fat.
“ I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you. Maybe I’ll let you take me out”.
“ Alright, hit the line up lata’”
It was around seven at night and T.T still didn’t call Josh. He had already left her a dozen voicemails, and text messages. T.T had other things planned Nikki, her best friend. She wanted her to go to the club because there was suppose to be a famous basketball player there, and they were thirsty to find someone that would pay their bills. When T.T and Nikki walked in the club, they broke every man’s neck in the city of Chicago. They danced all night and got plenty of numbers. Finally T.T was in the v.i.p section with the ball player. It was time to work her magic. They talked, laughed, and brought plenty of drinks. When the clock struck one he was asking her to come to his hotel room. As they were leaving the club Josh called T.T’s phone, she quickly pressed ignore. T.T’s feet were hurting, so she stopped to take her heels off.
“I’ll catch up with you. I see the limo”.
As she stood back up T.T felt someone behind her. She turned and looked back.
“OH MY GOD!!! Josh what are you doing?”
Josh stood there with a gun in his hand, pointing it at T.T.
“So you juss gon’ ignore my calls huh?”
“No I didn’t her it, I swear,” T.T explained.
“ I told you from the jump I don’t like getting’ cheated on…get in the car T.T’.
“I’m sorry!”
“ Get in the fucking car”
He drove around and T.T just cried.
“ Why you do me like this?”
“I cant be with you Josh, we have to stay cool”.
He looked at her with tears streaming down his face, while they were at a red light.
“You cant be with me, then you cant be with anybody else at all. Til death do us part T.T”.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
“ T.T where the fuck you been?” Josh asked.
“ Look, can we juss talk lata,” T.T replied nervously.
“ I’m juss getting da feelin’ you don’t wanna mess with ya’ boy nomo”
“ Na boo. Its nuthin’ like dat. I juss got hella stuff goin’ on right now”.
T.T had took a thousand dollars from Josh, and now he thought they were going to get into a relationship. Who wouldn’t want to be with a 5 foot 5, carmel skin girl, with long dark brown hair to her back. Josh was really feeling T.T, but there was no way she would be committed to a 5 foot 7, dark skin brotha’, with dreads, and funky breath. The only thing Josh was good for was keeping her pockets fat.
“ I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you. Maybe I’ll let you take me out”.
“ Alright, hit the line up lata’”
It was around seven at night and T.T still didn’t call Josh. He had already left her a dozen voicemails, and text messages. T.T had other things planned Nikki, her best friend. She wanted her to go to the club because there was suppose to be a famous basketball player there, and they were thirsty to find someone that would pay their bills. When T.T and Nikki walked in the club, they broke every man’s neck in the city of Chicago. They danced all night and got plenty of numbers. Finally T.T was in the v.i.p section with the ball player. It was time to work her magic. They talked, laughed, and brought plenty of drinks. When the clock struck one he was asking her to come to his hotel room. As they were leaving the club Josh called T.T’s phone, she quickly pressed ignore. T.T’s feet were hurting, so she stopped to take her heels off.
“I’ll catch up with you. I see the limo”.
As she stood back up T.T felt someone behind her. She turned and looked back.
“OH MY GOD!!! Josh what are you doing?”
Josh stood there with a gun in his hand, pointing it at T.T.
“So you juss gon’ ignore my calls huh?”
“No I didn’t her it, I swear,” T.T explained.
“ I told you from the jump I don’t like getting’ cheated on…get in the car T.T’.
“I’m sorry!”
“ Get in the fucking car”
He drove around and T.T just cried.
“ Why you do me like this?”
“I cant be with you Josh, we have to stay cool”.
He looked at her with tears streaming down his face, while they were at a red light.
“You cant be with me, then you cant be with anybody else at all. Til death do us part T.T”.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
my crappy job
Trapped. A rat in a maze a tiger in a cage every cliché he could think of he was trapped at this hell hole they called a job. He couldn’t stand the damn manager it seemed as if he was always on his case he couldn’t catch a break for anything. If he was late or doing something kind of wrong even if he was doing nothing at all the manager would hop all over his case and launch into what his cliché ass speech about how he was hurting “the team” by whatever he was doing at the moment. This deush bag ass nigga better get the hell out my face with this bullshit is what he would think every time he was being lectured. One day he would snap and go coco cucu bananas on this prick and beat the cant help it out his ass. But for now he’d sit here and listen to his bull. These deush bag ass customers didn’t help either he wanted to give them all the dirty bird. The only thing that kept him going was A) the need for the money to pay for his rent, needs and wants and B) his co workers. Well what do you know its time to get off work and blaze
Stormy Night
The storm whipped the trees outside and she huddled into her quilt. She began to cry and rock back and forward gripping her teddy bear closely.
“Janae, are you woke?” asked Jazzy.
Janae rolled over a few times and then answered, “Man, what you want?”
“Im scared. I can’t go to sleep,” exclaimed Jazzy.
“Get your mp3 player and let your music put you to sleep. We got to get up in the morning and its 2 a.m.,” said Janae.
Jazzy ran to the dresser to grab her mp3 player, and jumped back in the bed. Ten minutes had passed.
“Janae, are you woke?” asked Jazzy.
“Hhhaaa, what do you want Jazzy? Listen here we not fina kept on doing this tonight,” yelled Janae.
“Im sorry, but this is not working. I keep thinking about that night. And don’t say what night either,” said Jazzy.
Janae quickly got up out the bed to comfort Jazzy.
“Baby sis, don’t begin to cry nor think about it. Daddy handled him the right way. You have nothing to worry about,” explained Janae.
It was one night when Jazzy was 7 years old. Janae was out at a friend’s house and momma was at work. It was a rainy night with the tree branches hitting up against the window. It was only Jazzy and Boo-man at home. Boo-man was Jazzy’s momma boy toy.
Boo-man entered the room and woke Jazzy up and told her to go and get in the tub again. He waited on Jazzy to come back in the room to get dressed.
“Uuummm, Boo-man can you get out so I could change,” asked Jazzy.
“Hell naw I can’t. You know I’ve been eye balling you for a minute and now I got you all alone,” said Boo-man.
“No, you grown ass hell Boo-man and I am a little girl,” yelled Jazzy.
Boo-man threw Jazzy on the bed, and raped her. Then he just left her there crying and bleeding. He left the house to make it seem as if he was there.
Jazzy told her momma and she went looking for Boo-man with Jazzy’s daddy. They found him at a strip club and beat the hell out of him and left him there crying and bleeding like he did Jazzy.
“Janae, are you woke?” asked Jazzy.
Janae rolled over a few times and then answered, “Man, what you want?”
“Im scared. I can’t go to sleep,” exclaimed Jazzy.
“Get your mp3 player and let your music put you to sleep. We got to get up in the morning and its 2 a.m.,” said Janae.
Jazzy ran to the dresser to grab her mp3 player, and jumped back in the bed. Ten minutes had passed.
“Janae, are you woke?” asked Jazzy.
“Hhhaaa, what do you want Jazzy? Listen here we not fina kept on doing this tonight,” yelled Janae.
“Im sorry, but this is not working. I keep thinking about that night. And don’t say what night either,” said Jazzy.
Janae quickly got up out the bed to comfort Jazzy.
“Baby sis, don’t begin to cry nor think about it. Daddy handled him the right way. You have nothing to worry about,” explained Janae.
It was one night when Jazzy was 7 years old. Janae was out at a friend’s house and momma was at work. It was a rainy night with the tree branches hitting up against the window. It was only Jazzy and Boo-man at home. Boo-man was Jazzy’s momma boy toy.
Boo-man entered the room and woke Jazzy up and told her to go and get in the tub again. He waited on Jazzy to come back in the room to get dressed.
“Uuummm, Boo-man can you get out so I could change,” asked Jazzy.
“Hell naw I can’t. You know I’ve been eye balling you for a minute and now I got you all alone,” said Boo-man.
“No, you grown ass hell Boo-man and I am a little girl,” yelled Jazzy.
Boo-man threw Jazzy on the bed, and raped her. Then he just left her there crying and bleeding. He left the house to make it seem as if he was there.
Jazzy told her momma and she went looking for Boo-man with Jazzy’s daddy. They found him at a strip club and beat the hell out of him and left him there crying and bleeding like he did Jazzy.
Stormy Night
The storm whipped the trees outside and she huddled into her quilt. She began to cry and rock back and forward gripping her teddy bear closely.
“Janae, are you woke?” asked Jazzy.
Janae rolled over a few times and then answered, “Man, what you want?”
“Im scared. I can’t go to sleep,” exclaimed Jazzy.
“Get your mp3 player and let your music put you to sleep. We got to get up in the morning and its 2 a.m.,” said Janae.
Jazzy ran to the dresser to grab her mp3 player, and jumped back in the bed. Ten minutes had passed.
“Janae, are you woke?” asked Jazzy.
“Hhhaaa, what do you want Jazzy? Listen here we not fina kept on doing this tonight,” yelled Janae.
“Im sorry, but this is not working. I keep thinking about that night. And don’t say what night either,” said Jazzy.
Janae quickly got up out the bed to comfort Jazzy.
“Baby sis, don’t begin to cry nor think about it. Daddy handled him the right way. You have nothing to worry about,” explained Janae.
It was one night when Jazzy was 7 years old. Janae was out at a friend’s house and momma was at work. It was a rainy night with the tree branches hitting up against the window. It was only Jazzy and Boo-man at home. Boo-man was Jazzy’s momma boy toy.
Boo-man entered the room and woke Jazzy up and told her to go and get in the tub again. He waited on Jazzy to come back in the room to get dressed.
“Uuummm, Boo-man can you get out so I could change,” asked Jazzy.
“Hell naw I can’t. You know I’ve been eye balling you for a minute and now I got you all alone,” said Boo-man.
“No, you grown ass hell Boo-man and I am a little girl,” yelled Jazzy.
Boo-man threw Jazzy on the bed, and raped her. Then he just left her there crying and bleeding. He left the house to make it seem as if he was there.
Jazzy told her momma and she went looking for Boo-man with Jazzy’s daddy. They found him at a strip club and beat the hell out of him and left him there crying and bleeding like he did Jazzy.
“Janae, are you woke?” asked Jazzy.
Janae rolled over a few times and then answered, “Man, what you want?”
“Im scared. I can’t go to sleep,” exclaimed Jazzy.
“Get your mp3 player and let your music put you to sleep. We got to get up in the morning and its 2 a.m.,” said Janae.
Jazzy ran to the dresser to grab her mp3 player, and jumped back in the bed. Ten minutes had passed.
“Janae, are you woke?” asked Jazzy.
“Hhhaaa, what do you want Jazzy? Listen here we not fina kept on doing this tonight,” yelled Janae.
“Im sorry, but this is not working. I keep thinking about that night. And don’t say what night either,” said Jazzy.
Janae quickly got up out the bed to comfort Jazzy.
“Baby sis, don’t begin to cry nor think about it. Daddy handled him the right way. You have nothing to worry about,” explained Janae.
It was one night when Jazzy was 7 years old. Janae was out at a friend’s house and momma was at work. It was a rainy night with the tree branches hitting up against the window. It was only Jazzy and Boo-man at home. Boo-man was Jazzy’s momma boy toy.
Boo-man entered the room and woke Jazzy up and told her to go and get in the tub again. He waited on Jazzy to come back in the room to get dressed.
“Uuummm, Boo-man can you get out so I could change,” asked Jazzy.
“Hell naw I can’t. You know I’ve been eye balling you for a minute and now I got you all alone,” said Boo-man.
“No, you grown ass hell Boo-man and I am a little girl,” yelled Jazzy.
Boo-man threw Jazzy on the bed, and raped her. Then he just left her there crying and bleeding. He left the house to make it seem as if he was there.
Jazzy told her momma and she went looking for Boo-man with Jazzy’s daddy. They found him at a strip club and beat the hell out of him and left him there crying and bleeding like he did Jazzy.
Immigration Officer
My hand trembled as I punched the number into the phone. I have been seeing this man (Paul) for the past three months and was beginning to like him, and then I saw him in the news that he was one of the members of the Blackwater officer. He and his friends have been convicted for molesting and killing innocent civilians in Iraq. He was caught by the Iraqi embassy and held in jail for two months. He called me one day that can I help him contact an immigration officer in Washington. I thought about it for a week, later I called the immigration officer, after talking for an hour; we came to Oklahoma and investigated Paul home. The officer came and two months later, I was on my way to Iraq to see the man I hope to marry in trail. I was escorted by the U.S Army; I spoke to him after he was convicted of enslaving Iraqis children. He was sentenced to one year in jail. I went back to Oklahoma with a broken heart, I tried to contact Paul friends and got only Bob, he offered to teach me about the business and six months later, I was on my operation to Sudan. I did not know the pentagon was watching my activities, after a successful operation, I went back home. While channeling the news, the immigration officer that I called for help was caught for bribery and civilian misconduct. My friends called me that I must come over their house. When we met, they told me that the immigration officer mentioned my name as an ally and for the next days, I was getting emails and hone calls from the immigration officer threatening me to call him or his enemies will come and try to kill me. I told my friends about it and we headed toward Mexico, I got another phone call to call the police commander at Washington police station five minutes before twelve P.M or he will be executed by the electric chair and it was six p.m. when we check into a hotel in Houston, the immigration officer enemies has caught up with us and we saw them checking into a hotel just a block away from us. I called the local police and they stalked the men’s, when it was eleven thirty, a knock came through the door, Bob was shot and there was a shootout that lasted fifteen minutes. It was me and someone alive then two more men came in and shot me as I reached to call the commander chief in Washington, I was shot again and trembled as I watch the immigration was getting electrocuted. I died ten minutes later.
My life is over!
Greg closed his eyes, took a deep breathe, and jumped. Two minutes earlier.
“Ever since I was little, my life’s been nothing but hell. My mother molested me, I moved from foster home to foster. In school everybody teased me, called me names like. gay boy faggot or little pussy.kids always beat me up all because I was gay. I dropped out of college because I didn’t have enough money to finish college. I don’t have any friends, and the only family I ever had was my last foster mother Betty and now she’s gone. There is no point of living anymore. I can’t take this shit any more, im fed up, I tired and, I want to be happy!
“Ever since I was little, my life’s been nothing but hell. My mother molested me, I moved from foster home to foster. In school everybody teased me, called me names like. gay boy faggot or little pussy.kids always beat me up all because I was gay. I dropped out of college because I didn’t have enough money to finish college. I don’t have any friends, and the only family I ever had was my last foster mother Betty and now she’s gone. There is no point of living anymore. I can’t take this shit any more, im fed up, I tired and, I want to be happy!
the mother and her daughter
Sarah White
Period 8
4/5/10
It wasn’t going to be easy, but somehow she had to confront her mother. Her mother was stealing her money, and she was going out and doing drugs with it. She knew her mother was doing it but she didn’t want to say anything. She wasn’t sure if it was for drugs or not, but she was sure that her mother was stealing her money. She hated the fact that her own mother the person that was supposed to provide for her was stealing from her. She sat in her mother’s room waiting for her to come home, so that she can confront her. She hears the door open, and her mother tries to sneak in not knowing that her daughter was in her room. “Hi mom, where have you been,” the daughter said. “I……. was out with some of my friends, shouldn’t you be in the bed sleep by now?” the mother said. “Umm….no I don’t have school tomorrow,” the daughter said. “Oh well, I’m kind or tired so yeah,” the mother said. “Mom, I know you have been taking my money and spending it on drugs,” the daughter said. The girl’s mother wasn’t really using the money for drugs, she was using the money to pay off this man she owed. He said that he was going to kill her daughter if she didn’t pay him. The daughter wanted to know why she didn’t tell her, she could have paid off the debt herself. The mother said that the man was her father he was a pimp, and he use to make the girls mother sell her body for money. The daughter was horrified and went to pay off the debt and treated the man who knocked her mother up. From then on, the mother and daughter never kept secrets or stole from each other again
Period 8
4/5/10
It wasn’t going to be easy, but somehow she had to confront her mother. Her mother was stealing her money, and she was going out and doing drugs with it. She knew her mother was doing it but she didn’t want to say anything. She wasn’t sure if it was for drugs or not, but she was sure that her mother was stealing her money. She hated the fact that her own mother the person that was supposed to provide for her was stealing from her. She sat in her mother’s room waiting for her to come home, so that she can confront her. She hears the door open, and her mother tries to sneak in not knowing that her daughter was in her room. “Hi mom, where have you been,” the daughter said. “I……. was out with some of my friends, shouldn’t you be in the bed sleep by now?” the mother said. “Umm….no I don’t have school tomorrow,” the daughter said. “Oh well, I’m kind or tired so yeah,” the mother said. “Mom, I know you have been taking my money and spending it on drugs,” the daughter said. The girl’s mother wasn’t really using the money for drugs, she was using the money to pay off this man she owed. He said that he was going to kill her daughter if she didn’t pay him. The daughter wanted to know why she didn’t tell her, she could have paid off the debt herself. The mother said that the man was her father he was a pimp, and he use to make the girls mother sell her body for money. The daughter was horrified and went to pay off the debt and treated the man who knocked her mother up. From then on, the mother and daughter never kept secrets or stole from each other again
“ Runaway Child”
She tore thought the alley, ducked into a doorway, and tried to squeeze into nothingness. She has been running from the police for a week now, and still she cant get rid of them. Kendra tries to stay at some friends house because she ran away from home because she was tired of her mother not caring about her. Her mother was a very beautiful women with long pretty and curly hair, straight white teeth, and light brown eyes. Every man wanted her, she was what we would call “thick”, in this day and age. Her name was Kimberly but everyone called her Kim. Her daughter was the exact opposite. She was short, had short and thin hair, and her teeth were very crooked. She was very skinny and had no shape. Her mother was so ashamed of her so she kept her in the house all the time. The only thing she was allowed to do was go to school, on the days her brother and sister weren’t sick, and come back home and cook and clean.
“Kendra get yo ugly ass out the bed so you can go to the store and get my kids some ice-cream!!!” her mother screamed
“ Ma its 3 in the morning and I have to go to school in about 4 hours”
“You aint going to school today because you aint cleaned up my house in 2 days or did you forget.”
That morning Kendra got up and got the money from her mother and went to the store. On the way there she saw a former friend of hers, her friend was now 20 years of age.
“ Hey girl what you doing out here this late.”
“Girl you the 1 that shouldn’t be out here this late how old are you about 15 or something.”
“Kendra get yo ugly ass out the bed so you can go to the store and get my kids some ice-cream!!!” her mother screamed
“ Ma its 3 in the morning and I have to go to school in about 4 hours”
“You aint going to school today because you aint cleaned up my house in 2 days or did you forget.”
That morning Kendra got up and got the money from her mother and went to the store. On the way there she saw a former friend of hers, her friend was now 20 years of age.
“ Hey girl what you doing out here this late.”
“Girl you the 1 that shouldn’t be out here this late how old are you about 15 or something.”
That's the bomb!
It was one of those days when everything seemed to go wrong. Uplift Community High School received a bomb threat from Senn High School. The day was a Friday of the week before the juniors too their ACT test. Mrs. Green went to the bathroom and heard that someone was messing around in the bathroom.
“Who that is?” screamed Mrs. Green as she was walking to the bathroom. Mrs. Green had a bad day and was ready to explode. Mrs. Green found a note that read, “This school will blow up and look to the right because it will happen in the next three hours”.
There it was. A countdown on the bomb timer read 3:00:00. The countdown began and Mrs. Green was about to have a heart attack. Mrs. Green quickly called the main office and told Mr. Lazlo about what happened. Everyone in the school was informed about the bomb threat and everyone was asked to evacuate.
“Everyone need to get up out of here.” yelled Mrs. Green as she was like the devil holding a conference. Students were so scared that they left without their belongings.
The weirdest thing happened next. Uplift blew up and it turned out that the bomb threat was true. This was not joking matter and the police did some investigation. The police came to the solution that Osama Bin Laden blew the school up and was back in America. WWIII began that day on April 20, 2010.
“Who that is?” screamed Mrs. Green as she was walking to the bathroom. Mrs. Green had a bad day and was ready to explode. Mrs. Green found a note that read, “This school will blow up and look to the right because it will happen in the next three hours”.
There it was. A countdown on the bomb timer read 3:00:00. The countdown began and Mrs. Green was about to have a heart attack. Mrs. Green quickly called the main office and told Mr. Lazlo about what happened. Everyone in the school was informed about the bomb threat and everyone was asked to evacuate.
“Everyone need to get up out of here.” yelled Mrs. Green as she was like the devil holding a conference. Students were so scared that they left without their belongings.
The weirdest thing happened next. Uplift blew up and it turned out that the bomb threat was true. This was not joking matter and the police did some investigation. The police came to the solution that Osama Bin Laden blew the school up and was back in America. WWIII began that day on April 20, 2010.
“Flashback of PJJW IV” by Christopher Gregory Merrick
“Flashback of PJJW IV”
Those few steps seemed the most difficult I had ever made in my life. Now, I’m minutes to my death, let me take you back the years over my life. First off my name is Peter John Jacob William IV. In my life I had it all, the women, money, houses, and cars; I lived the dream lifer. My childhood was amazing; my parents spoiled me, and all of my brothers. We lived in a huge house, three cars, and also had a huge vacation spot in Florida. I thought to myself it was unbelievable, but that wasn’t even the peak of my life. Teenage years were probably the best, that’s when I thought to my self that things couldn’t get even better. I met this girl named Angela she had the best personality. Angela and I fell in love and had sex all the time, it was really good, it was the best I ever had. I grew up and thought to myself I was out of my old ways, getting ready to settle down (because I was around thirty). That’s not the case with me or my life. To me I was just getting started, by the time I was fifty I had twenty kids (supposedly) by twenty baby mammas. The few steps will soon be the hardest ever. I had to give up everything, the money cars, houses, and girls. I gave it all up for my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. It was the hardest decision I have ever made best it is the best.
Those few steps seemed the most difficult I had ever made in my life. Now, I’m minutes to my death, let me take you back the years over my life. First off my name is Peter John Jacob William IV. In my life I had it all, the women, money, houses, and cars; I lived the dream lifer. My childhood was amazing; my parents spoiled me, and all of my brothers. We lived in a huge house, three cars, and also had a huge vacation spot in Florida. I thought to myself it was unbelievable, but that wasn’t even the peak of my life. Teenage years were probably the best, that’s when I thought to my self that things couldn’t get even better. I met this girl named Angela she had the best personality. Angela and I fell in love and had sex all the time, it was really good, it was the best I ever had. I grew up and thought to myself I was out of my old ways, getting ready to settle down (because I was around thirty). That’s not the case with me or my life. To me I was just getting started, by the time I was fifty I had twenty kids (supposedly) by twenty baby mammas. The few steps will soon be the hardest ever. I had to give up everything, the money cars, houses, and girls. I gave it all up for my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. It was the hardest decision I have ever made best it is the best.
Just One Look
Damn. She didn’t know passports even had an expiration date. All her life she’s been waiting to go see her even since she lost her in the big fire. The big fire was the worst moment in her life; it was 1963 when she had her first child in West Suborn Hospital, and when she first looked into her daughters eyes somebody yelled fire. People were running everywhere and my baby was quickly taking away from me as I was trying to quickly leave the building. It’s been 16 years since she seen her, but she was so happy when she got the letter. Damn three more hours until I get there she said sitting on the plane looking at her passport comparing it to the new one. O my god I can’t believe Im standing here in front of the door. Knock, Knock……..
chelsea final
It was not the birthday gift I was expecting. I woke up to find out that my aunt was in the hospital. My aunt was in a coma. She was in and out of the hospital. I was supposed to be going out to eat for my birthday, but I was so devastated from the situation that I did not feel like doing anything anymore. I and some of my family went to the hospital to visit my aunt to see how she was doing. When we arrived at the hospital, she was just lying there in the bed still. The machine starting beeping and I saw doctors rushing into the room telling us to get out. Thirty minutes later, the doctor came out and approached us that my aunt had passed away.