Friday, December 20, 2013
Thursday, December 19, 2013
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Chess Clock Catastrophe
"Ding dong!" The door bell rang. I got up from my comfortable position in my chair, I took my phone with me, I didn't wan't to lose the game I was playing (I couldn't pause it). As I approached the wooden door, I wintinessed my golden retriever dog viguriously sctratching at the already marked up surface. He turned his soft furry head to take a quick glance at me and then turned back. The clawing slowed but didn't stop. I think he knew that I would soon open the door, but the exitement was to strong for him, he just couldn't control himself. He did this everytime he heard the high pitched sound of the doorbell.
The image wasn't clear, but I could make out the features of my old chess coach standing behind the glass window on the door that I was looking through. What was he doing here?
Year-Round School Argument Paragraph
Year-round schooling is a bad idea. The main reason it's not yet extinct is because people think it "increases student academic acheivment". This claim is not even remotly true.
By collecting data from over 345,000 north public schools,the North Carolina department of public instruction found that the student achievement was virtually the same between year-round and traditional calendered schools. This is only one of the many studies performed that have proved the year-round schooling concept does not help.
Unlike their peers in schools with traditional schedules, students in year-round schools don't have major breaks. To complicate matters even more, in some of those schools, not all students are even on year-round schedules! This means some students will be stressed, tired, unstimulated, and confused, untill they leave or graduate year-round school entirely.
Year-round schooling isn't anything new, infact, it's been around almost 200 years. So why isn't being used as the traditional schedual in the majority of modern schools? Because it doesn't offer what it promises.
"If you want to go to school in the summer, go to summer school."
(prestonfitzgerald)
There is already so many flaws in the traditional school system. Why make school even more enefficient? Year-round schooling is simply a bad idea.
By collecting data from over 345,000 north public schools,the North Carolina department of public instruction found that the student achievement was virtually the same between year-round and traditional calendered schools. This is only one of the many studies performed that have proved the year-round schooling concept does not help.
Unlike their peers in schools with traditional schedules, students in year-round schools don't have major breaks. To complicate matters even more, in some of those schools, not all students are even on year-round schedules! This means some students will be stressed, tired, unstimulated, and confused, untill they leave or graduate year-round school entirely.
Year-round schooling isn't anything new, infact, it's been around almost 200 years. So why isn't being used as the traditional schedual in the majority of modern schools? Because it doesn't offer what it promises.
"If you want to go to school in the summer, go to summer school."
(prestonfitzgerald)
There is already so many flaws in the traditional school system. Why make school even more enefficient? Year-round schooling is simply a bad idea.
Monday, December 9, 2013
Year-Round Schooling Argument Paragraph
Year-round schooling is a bad idea. Although your only required to go 180 days, the stress from all the schooling and the lack of major breaks to alleviate the stress adds up.This much stress raises the
Monday, December 2, 2013
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Friday, November 8, 2013
Racing On The Beach ( Done )
I placed my feet along the imaginary starting line,
My brother did the same.
I could taste the excitement, a bitter metallic flavor.
“It tastes like tonic water”, I thought.
My muscles tensed, they felt like liquid compacting into solid. My skin moistened with a thick layer of sweat. The anxiety from waiting was to blame.
I looked at my brother, he looked back at me with an expression on his face that said “ I’m going to beat you.”
Now ,my brother is 13, he is about the same size as me, and we almost look like where twins, but he is also a very fast runner.
I’m 11, I’m tan ( Usually only when I'm on vacation ), and I have long blond hair, I’m even faster.
“1.” My dad called.
My heart rate sped up to what seemed like a thousand beats per minute.
“2.” He spoke again.
My breathing augmented until I almost couldn't catch my breath.
The temptation just to take off got a lot stronger.
“Go!”
I took off, sprinting at a rate that I had never achieved before.
Looking at my surroundings, I noticed that everything began to slow down.
The rough sand beneath my feet had the same effect on skin as paper that was named after it.
The razor sharp shells added to the already excruciating pain.
But it takes a lot more than a little pain to prevent me from beating my older sibling in a competition such as this.
The oxygen-rich air engulfed my face in a cloud of fresh, moist gases as I continued to the finish line.
Running as fast as I could, I noticed my brother a few paces behind me. He glanced back at me with a face of great disgust and then continued on with the race. It wasn't that long I could see with clarity, the finish line, a long narrow line carved out in the beach.
I remembered a past race I had with my brother, it was at an airport, I won that race...
And it was quite obvious who would be crowned victorious in this one.
I just had to brag, I rarely got the opportunity and I wasn't going to waste this one.
“HAHA, I won and you lost. I’m the winner and you’re the loser. HAHA, in your face!
My brother hates losing, and even more, he hates being made fun of.
He walked away in the opposite direction, a nasty expression paved on his face.
My brother did the same.
I could taste the excitement, a bitter metallic flavor.
“It tastes like tonic water”, I thought.
My muscles tensed, they felt like liquid compacting into solid. My skin moistened with a thick layer of sweat. The anxiety from waiting was to blame.
I looked at my brother, he looked back at me with an expression on his face that said “ I’m going to beat you.”
Now ,my brother is 13, he is about the same size as me, and we almost look like where twins, but he is also a very fast runner.
I’m 11, I’m tan ( Usually only when I'm on vacation ), and I have long blond hair, I’m even faster.
“1.” My dad called.
My heart rate sped up to what seemed like a thousand beats per minute.
“2.” He spoke again.
My breathing augmented until I almost couldn't catch my breath.
The temptation just to take off got a lot stronger.
“Go!”
I took off, sprinting at a rate that I had never achieved before.
Looking at my surroundings, I noticed that everything began to slow down.
The rough sand beneath my feet had the same effect on skin as paper that was named after it.
The razor sharp shells added to the already excruciating pain.
But it takes a lot more than a little pain to prevent me from beating my older sibling in a competition such as this.
The oxygen-rich air engulfed my face in a cloud of fresh, moist gases as I continued to the finish line.
Running as fast as I could, I noticed my brother a few paces behind me. He glanced back at me with a face of great disgust and then continued on with the race. It wasn't that long I could see with clarity, the finish line, a long narrow line carved out in the beach.
I remembered a past race I had with my brother, it was at an airport, I won that race...
And it was quite obvious who would be crowned victorious in this one.
I just had to brag, I rarely got the opportunity and I wasn't going to waste this one.
“HAHA, I won and you lost. I’m the winner and you’re the loser. HAHA, in your face!
My brother hates losing, and even more, he hates being made fun of.
He walked away in the opposite direction, a nasty expression paved on his face.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Racing On The Beach ( Even Better )
I placed my feet along the imaginary starting line,
My brother did the same.
I could taste the excitement, a bitter metallic flavor.
“It tastes like tonic water”, I thought.
My muscles tensed, they felt like liquid compacting into solid. My skin moistened with a thick layer of sweat. The anxiety from waiting was to blame.
I looked at my brother, he looked back at me with an expression on his face that said “ I’m going to beat you.”
Now ,my brother is 13, he is about the same size as me, and we almost look like where twins, but he is also a very fast runner.
I’m 11, I’m tan ( Usually when I'm on vacation ), and I have long blond hair, I’m even faster.
“1.” My dad called.
My heart rate sped up to what seemed like a thousand beats per minute.
“2.” He spoke again.
My breathing augmented until I almost couldn't catch my breath.
The temptation just to take off got a lot stronger.
“Go!”
I took off, sprinting at a rate that I had never achieved before.
Looking at my surroundings, I noticed that everything began to slow down.
The rough sand beneath my feet had the same effect on skin as paper that was named after it.
The razor sharp shells added to the already excruciating pain.
But it takes a lot more than a little pain to prevent me from beating my older sibling in a competition such as this.
The oxygen-rich air engulfed my face in a cloud of fresh, moist gases as I continued to the finish line.
Running as fast as I could, I noticed my brother a few paces behind me. He glanced back at me with a face of great disgust and then continued on with the race. It wasn't that long I could see with clarity, the finish line, a long narrow line carved out in the beach.
I remembered a past race I had with my brother, it was at an airport, I won that race...
And it was quite obvious who would be crowned victorious in this one.
I just had to brag, I rarely got the opportunity and I wasn't going to waste this one.
“HAHA, I won and you lost. I’m the winner and you’re the loser. HAHA, in your face!
My brother hates losing, and even more, he hates being made fun of.
He walked away in the opposite direction, a nas
My brother did the same.
I could taste the excitement, a bitter metallic flavor.
“It tastes like tonic water”, I thought.
My muscles tensed, they felt like liquid compacting into solid. My skin moistened with a thick layer of sweat. The anxiety from waiting was to blame.
I looked at my brother, he looked back at me with an expression on his face that said “ I’m going to beat you.”
Now ,my brother is 13, he is about the same size as me, and we almost look like where twins, but he is also a very fast runner.
I’m 11, I’m tan ( Usually when I'm on vacation ), and I have long blond hair, I’m even faster.
“1.” My dad called.
My heart rate sped up to what seemed like a thousand beats per minute.
“2.” He spoke again.
My breathing augmented until I almost couldn't catch my breath.
The temptation just to take off got a lot stronger.
“Go!”
I took off, sprinting at a rate that I had never achieved before.
Looking at my surroundings, I noticed that everything began to slow down.
The rough sand beneath my feet had the same effect on skin as paper that was named after it.
The razor sharp shells added to the already excruciating pain.
But it takes a lot more than a little pain to prevent me from beating my older sibling in a competition such as this.
The oxygen-rich air engulfed my face in a cloud of fresh, moist gases as I continued to the finish line.
Running as fast as I could, I noticed my brother a few paces behind me. He glanced back at me with a face of great disgust and then continued on with the race. It wasn't that long I could see with clarity, the finish line, a long narrow line carved out in the beach.
I remembered a past race I had with my brother, it was at an airport, I won that race...
And it was quite obvious who would be crowned victorious in this one.
I just had to brag, I rarely got the opportunity and I wasn't going to waste this one.
“HAHA, I won and you lost. I’m the winner and you’re the loser. HAHA, in your face!
My brother hates losing, and even more, he hates being made fun of.
He walked away in the opposite direction, a nas
Monday, November 4, 2013
Racing On The Beach ( Revised )
I placed my feet along the imaginary starting line,
My brother did the same.
I could taste the excitement, a bitter metallic flavor.
“It tastes like tonic water”, I thought.
My muscles tensed, they felt like liquid compacting into solid. My skin moistened with a thick layer of sweat. The anxiety from waiting was to blame.
I looked at my brother, he looked back at me with an expression on his face that said “ I’m going to beat you.”
Now ,my brother is 13, he is about the same size as me, and we almost look like where twins, but he is also a very fast runner.
I’m 11, I’m tan, and I have long blond hair, I’m even faster.
“1.” My dad called.
My heart rate sped up to what seemed like a thousand beats per minute.
“2.” He spoke again.
My breathing augmented until I almost couldn’t catch my breath
The temptation just to take off got a lot stronger.
“Go!”
I took off, sprinting at a rate that I had never achieved before.
Looking at my surroundings, I noticed that everything began to slow down.
The rough sand beneath my feet had the same effect on skin as paper that was named after it.
The razor sharp shells added to the already excruciating pain.
But it takes a lot more than a little pain to prevent me from beating my older sibling in a competition such as this.
The oxygen-rich air engulfed my face in a cloud of fresh, moist gases as I continued to the finish line.
Running as fast as I could, I noticed my brother a few paces behind me. He glanced back at me with a face of great disgust and then continued on with the race. It wasn’t that long I could see with clarity, the finish line, a long narrow line carved out in the beach.
I remembered a past race I had with my brother, it was at an airport, I won that race...
And it was quite obvious who would be crowned victorious in this one.
I just had to brag, I rarely got the opportunity and I wasn’t going to waste this one.
I just had to brag, I rarely got the opportunity and I wasn’t going to waste this one.
“HAHA, I won and you lost. I’m the winner and you’re the loser. HAHA, in your face!
My brother hates losing, and even more, he hates being made fun of.
He walked away in the opposite direction, a nasty expression paved on to his face.
Friday, November 1, 2013
The Lazy Man
My brother and I grinned as we approached the cement doorstep in hope of sweet candy.
Walking up the three cement steps, we peeked through a glass window located next to a wooden door.
It was pretty clear that there was a grey haired man, comfortably lying on a cozy, brown leather couch.
He didn’t look to old, in his 50’s perhaps, he wore brown leather shoes, a grey suit, and had a pair of glasses on. He was watching TV.
We knocked four times, first me, and then my brother. Surprised, the mysterious man looked at us for a few moments, he then looked back at his beloved TV.
My brother and I grinned as we approached the cement doorstep in hope of sweet candy.
Walking up the three cement steps, we peeked through a glass window located next to a wooden door.
It was pretty clear that there was a grey haired man, comfortably lying on a cozy, brown leather couch.
He didn’t look to old, in his 50’s perhaps, he wore brown leather shoes, a grey suit, and had a pair of glasses on. He was watching TV.
We knocked four times, first me, and then my brother. Surprised, the mysterious man looked at us for a few moments, he then looked back at his beloved TV.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Racing On The Beach (Finally Finished)
I placed my feet along the imaginary starting line,
My brother did the same.
I could taste the excitement, a bitter metallic flavor.
“It tastes like tonic water”, I thought.
My muscles tensed, they felt like liquid compacting into solid. My skin moistened with a thick layer of sweat. The anxiety from waiting was to blame.
I looked at my brother, he looked back at me with an expression on his face that said “ I’m going to beat you.”
Now ,my brother is 13, he is about the same size as me, and we almost look like where twins, but he is also a very fast runner.
I’m 11, I’m tan, and I have long blond hair, I’m even faster.
“1.” My dad called.
My heart rate sped up to what seemed like a thousand beats per minute.
“2.” He spoke again.
My breathing augmented until I almost couldn’t catch my breath
The temptation just to take off got a lot stronger.
“Go!”
I took off, sprinting at a rate that I had never achieved before.
Looking at my surroundings, I noticed that everything began to slow down.
The rough sand beneath my feet had the same effect on skin as paper that was named after it.
The razor sharp shells added to the already excruciating pain.
But it takes a lot more than a little pain to prevent me from beating my older sibling in a competition such as this.
The oxygen-rich air engulfed my face in a cloud of fresh, moist gases as I continued to the finish line.
Running as fast as I could, I noticed my brother a few paces behind me. He glanced back at me with a face of great disgust and then continued on with the race. It wasn’t that long I could see with clarity, the finish line, a long narrow line carved out in the beach.
We both knew who was going to win.
I just had to brag, I rarely got the opportunity and I wasn’t going to waste this one.
“HAHA, I won and you lost. I’m the winner and you’re the loser. HAHA, in your face!
My brother hates losing, and even more, he hates being made fun of.
He walked away in the opposite direction, a nasty expression paved on to his face.
Monday, October 21, 2013
Racing On The Beach (Very Very Close To Finishing)
I placed my feet along the imaginary starting line,
My brother did the same.
I could taste the excitement, a bitter metallic flavor.
“It tastes like tonic water”, I thought.
My muscles tensed, they felt like liquid compacting into solid. My skin moistened with a thick layer of sweat. The anxiety from waiting was to blame.
I looked at my brother, he looked back at me with an expression on his face that said “ I’m going to beat you.”
Now ,my brother is 13, he is about the same size as me, and we almost look like where twins, but he is also a very fast runner.
I’m 11, I’m tan, and I have long blond hair, I’m even faster.
“1.” My dad called.
My heart rate sped up to what seemed like a thousand beats per minute.
“2.” He spoke again.
My breathing augmented until I almost couldn't catch my breath
The temptation just to take off got a lot stronger.
“Go!”
I took off, sprinting at a rate that I had never achieved before.
Looking at my surroundings, I noticed that everything began to slow down.
The rough sand beneath my feet had the same effect on skin as paper that was named after it.
The razor sharp shells added to the already excruciating pain.
But it takes a lot more than a little pain to prevent me from beating my older sibling in a competition such as this.
The oxygen-rich air engulfed my face in a cloud of fresh, moist gases as I continued to the finish line.
Running as fast as I could, I noticed my brother a few paces behind me. He glanced back at me with a face of great disgust and then continued on with the race. It wasn’t that long I could see with clarity, the finish line, a long narrow line carved out in the beach.
We both knew who was going to win.
I just had to brag, I rarely got the opportunity and I wasn’t going to waste this one.
“HAHA, I won and you lost. I’m the winner and you’re the loser. HAHA, in your face!
My brother hates losing, and even more, he hates being made fun of.
Friday, October 18, 2013
Racing On The Beach (Very Closed To Finishing)
I placed my feet along the imaginary starting line,
My brother did the same.
I could taste the excitement, a bitter metallic flavor.
“It tastes like tonic water”, I thought.
My muscles tensed, they felt like liquid compacting into solid. My skin moistened with a thick layer of sweat. The anxiety from waiting was to blame.
I looked at my brother, he looked back at me with an expression on his face that said “ I’m going to beat you.”
Now ,my brother is 13, he is about the same size as me, and we almost look like where twins, but he is also a very fast runner.
I’m 11, I’m tan, and I have long blond hair, I’m even faster.
“1.” My dad called.
My heart raced.
“2.” He spoke again.
My breathing augmented.
“3.”
He was about to say it.
“Go!”
I took off, sprinting at a rate that I had never achieved before.
Looking at my surroundings, I noticed that everything began to slow down.
The rough sand beneath my feet had the same effect on skin as paper that was named after it.
The razor sharp shells added to the already excruciating pain.
But it takes a lot more than a little pain to prevent me from beating my older sibling in a competition such as this.
The oxygen-rich air engulfed my face in a cloud of fresh, moist gases as I continued to the finish line.
Running as fast as I could, I noticed my brother a few paces behind me. He glanced back at me with a face of great disgust and then continued on with the race. It wasn’t that long intil I could see with clarity, the finish line, a long narrow line carved out in the beach.
We both knew who was going to win.
I just had to brag, I rarely got the opportunity and I wasn’t going to waste this one.
“HAHA, I won and you lost. I’m the winner and you’re the loser. HAHA, in your face!
My brother hates losing, and even more, he hates being made fun of.
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Monday, October 14, 2013
Racing On The Beach (Almost Finished)
I placed my feet along the imaginary starting line,
My brother did the same.
I could taste the excitement, a bitter metallic flavor.
“It tastes like tonic water”, I thought.
My muscles tensed, they felt like liquid compacting into solid. My skin moistened with a thick layer of sweat. The anxiety from waiting was to blame.
“1.” My dad called.
My heart raced.
“2.” He spoke again.
My breathing augmented.
“3.”
He was about to say it.
“Go!”
I took off, sprinting at a rate that I had never achieved before.
Looking at my surroundings, I noticed that everything began to slow down.
The rough sand beneath my feet had the same effect on skin as paper that was named after it.
The razor sharp shells added to the already excruciating pain.
But it takes a lot more than a little pain to prevent me from beating my older sibling in a competition such as this.
The oxygen-rich air engulfed my face in a cloud of fresh, moist gases as I continued to the finish line.
Running as fast as I could, I noticed my brother a few paces behind me. He looked back at me with a face of great disgust and then continued on with the race. It wasn’t that long I could clearly see the finish line, a long narrow line carved out in the beach. And at that moment, we both knew who was going to win.
I just had to brag, I rarely got the opportunity and I wasn’t going to waste this one.
“HAHA, I won and you lost. I’m the winner and you’re the loser. HAHA, in your face!
My brother hates losing, and even more, he hates being made fun of.
Friday, October 4, 2013
My Writing For Today
“Do you want to know happens if you leave the lid on?” I asked my friend.
He responded with a yes.
So, I gently placed my right hand on the plastic dial and turned the heat all the way up.
The pot, full of boiling bubbling crayon wax, (we were making candles) began to smoke.
“Boom!” A bright flash
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Racing On The Beach
I placed my feet along the imaginary starting line,
My brother did the same.
I could taste the excitement, a bitter metallic flavor.
“It tastes like tonic water”, I thought.
Moving into a running position, I focused on one word.
The word that signals racers to…GO!
I took off, sprinting at a rate that I had never achieved before.
The rough sand beneath my feet had the same effect on skin as paper that was named after it.
The razor sharp shells added to the already excruciating pain.
But it takes a lot more than a little pain to prevent me from beating my older sibling in a competition such as this.
The oxygen-rich air engulfed my face in a cloud of fresh, moist gases as I continued to the finish line.
Running as fast as I could, I noticed my brother a few paces behind me. He looked back at me with a face of great disgust and then continued on with the race. And at that moment, we both knew who was going to win.
And we were right, that person did win, that person was me…
I just had to brag, I rarely got the opportunity and I wasn’t going to waste this one.
“HAHA, I won and you lost. I’m the winner and you’re the loser. HAHA, in your face!
My brother hates losing, and even more, he hates being made fun of.
So he just ignored me and walked away.
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Racing On The Beach (Unfinished Draft)
I placed my feet along the imaginary starting line,
My brother did the same.
I could taste the excitement, a bitter metallic flavor.
“It tastes like tonic water”, I thought.
Moving into a running position, I focused on one word.
The word that signals racers to…GO!
I took off, sprinting at a rate that I had never achieved before.
The rough sand beneath my feet had the same effect on skin as paper that was named after it.
The razor sharp shells added to the already excruciating pain.
But it takes a lot more than a little pain to prevent me from beating my older sibling in a competition such as this.
The oxygen-rich air engulfed my face in a cloud of fresh, moist gases as I continued to the finish line.
Running as fast as I could, I noticed my brother a few paces behind me. He looked back at me with a face of great disgust and then continued on with the race. And at that moment, we both knew who was going to win.
And we were right, that person did win, that person was me…
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