High school is definitely different than middle school– there’s more people, you’re in classes with Sophomores, Juniors, and Seniors, and there’s more homework. My first week has been pretty good, band on the first day was a great way to start off the day. The only thing I’m worried about in band, is messing up the marching drill. English was a bit hard this week, because it seemed like we had a lot of work, but we really didn’t it’s just different than middle school. Debate was pretty easy even though we’ve already had quiz which was over our resolutions. It seems like it’s going to be a little bit of a challenge for me because it involves public speaking. BIM I hasn’t really been hard, we’ve just been checking our accounts and making sure we can log on to them. In Geometry however, we’ve already had quite a bit of homework, I think. Biology wasn’t too hard, we just set up our class binders and started on some basic Biology prefixes/suffixes. In Principles of Agriculture, all we’ve been doing really is getting introduced into what we’ll be learning this year and what we can do in FFA. Lastly, in basketball off-season we’ve definitely been working hard. We started out on the second and third day of school doing 25 bleachers, then doing a core workout. Other than that, my first week in high school has been pretty good.
Linear Art
8th Grade Science Semester Project
“Richard Cory”
In the poem “Richard Cory” by Edwin Arlington Robinson the main character seems to have the perfect life until one day he goes home and commits suicide. Edwin Arlingotn Robinson uses royal imagery throughout the poem “Richard Cory”. Several examples of the royal imagery used are “He was a gentle man from sole to crown”, “And he was always quietly arrayed”, along with “And he was always human when he talked”. My favorite example of royal imagery used in this poem is “And he was rich– yes, richer than a king–“.
The Dangers of Cell Phones
Losing a Sense
Taste, my favorite sense. Taste is a special sense to me because with out it, I wouldn’t be able to taste my great-grandma’s amazing chocolate brownies, the chunks of Hershey’s chocolate chips inside the warm, gooey goodness. Without it, I wouldn’t be able to taste my dad’s chocolate lava cake, the chocolate syrup oozing out of the center of the cake. Taste makes my life better because, the taste of food, is just so wonderful, and without it, I don’t know how I would survive.
If I were to lose the sense of taste, my life would be completely different. I would be more than likely very depressed at first, mainly because I wouldn’t be able to taste brownies, or Oreo’s anymore. Eventually I would, hopefully, learn how to cope with the fact that I might not be able to taste anything ever again. I know for a fact though, that my family would help me through it, and encourage me no matter what. I think my life would be pretty dull if I couldn’t taste anything. In the end I know I would be able to get through it, with the love and help of everyone in my family, and my friends.
The Gates of Heaven
Once a champion,
A blur of black.
A blur of black.
A fast beautiful
creature.
Now gray and white,
fighting for life.
Heart slowing,
stopping.
The gates of heaven,
anticipating his arrival.
Just Another Boring Day
It was just another boring day at first for my brother, Blake, and I. It had been raining for 2 days and we had nothing to do, but either play on our laptops or watch TV, none of those in which we wanted to do. So we did the only thing we thought was good enough to entertain us, which was going 4-wheel riding with my brother.
So out of the 4 4-wheeler’s I chose my dad’s not-so-new 4-wheeler, and Blake took the Rhino. So at first it was just another ordinary ride, until we went to the saltwater pit area. We had no clue what awaited us. As I took the lead going around the corner I spotted the best thing EVER., a pit full of murky water and mud. As soon as Blake saw it, he went full throttle towards it, and I knew we would more than likely be here until the sun went down.
Right as Blake went straight through the middle of the humongous pit, I decided that it would be best for him to use the 4-wheeler instead of me, because I just had a feeling that this 4-wheeler wouldn’t be able to pull that machine out of that pit. So, Blake gladly traded 4-wheeler’s, and as usual, I had to pull Blake out of the pit. As we were having fun, Blake noticed this mound of clay, and decided that he had to drive my dad’s 4-wheeler up the mound. In doing so, he almost got it stuck in clay about 3 times, and he almost flipped it about 2 times.
After Blake had his fun with the mound of clay, he decided that he was going to sling mud on me, by doing donuts in the pit. After he did that about 5 times, I decided instead of sitting here, letting him do that to me, how about I give him a taste of his own medicine. So I started up the Rhino, drove straight through the pit to where Blake was at, and just had fun with it. After we both were covered in mud from head to toe, we decided to just walk down to the little creek and wash off our boots.
In the end everything we were wearing, was covered in mud. I felt sorry for my mom because she had to do our laundry, plus by the time we got home there was only an hour until she got off work. I just knew my mom would absolutely love us that day. By the time we went to bed we were still wide awake from the ride.
So out of the 4 4-wheeler’s I chose my dad’s not-so-new 4-wheeler, and Blake took the Rhino. So at first it was just another ordinary ride, until we went to the saltwater pit area. We had no clue what awaited us. As I took the lead going around the corner I spotted the best thing EVER., a pit full of murky water and mud. As soon as Blake saw it, he went full throttle towards it, and I knew we would more than likely be here until the sun went down.
Right as Blake went straight through the middle of the humongous pit, I decided that it would be best for him to use the 4-wheeler instead of me, because I just had a feeling that this 4-wheeler wouldn’t be able to pull that machine out of that pit. So, Blake gladly traded 4-wheeler’s, and as usual, I had to pull Blake out of the pit. As we were having fun, Blake noticed this mound of clay, and decided that he had to drive my dad’s 4-wheeler up the mound. In doing so, he almost got it stuck in clay about 3 times, and he almost flipped it about 2 times.
After Blake had his fun with the mound of clay, he decided that he was going to sling mud on me, by doing donuts in the pit. After he did that about 5 times, I decided instead of sitting here, letting him do that to me, how about I give him a taste of his own medicine. So I started up the Rhino, drove straight through the pit to where Blake was at, and just had fun with it. After we both were covered in mud from head to toe, we decided to just walk down to the little creek and wash off our boots.
In the end everything we were wearing, was covered in mud. I felt sorry for my mom because she had to do our laundry, plus by the time we got home there was only an hour until she got off work. I just knew my mom would absolutely love us that day. By the time we went to bed we were still wide awake from the ride.
My Closest Friend
I saw you,
you saw me.
I ran to you,
you ran to me.
I petted you,
you licked my face.
I threw your ball,
you brought it back.
I went with you everywhere,
you went with me almost everywhere.
I went with you to the vet,
we came back without you.
I will miss your fur glimmering,
in the sunlight.
I will miss the way,
we played.
Forever Max,
you will be,
my closest friend.
Remember When
Remember when I’d.
get home,
you’d be there,
waiting for me as always.
Remember when I’d,
lay down on your tummy,
and fall asleep,
I’d feel the rise and fall,
of your tummy
Remember when you,
survived a hit.
Only the second time,
we didn’t get to play again.