journal #7

My Grandpa has influenced my life, he has taught me many
things, here are some for example how to shoot a gun, how to play cards, how to
drive, and how to take care of a farm. My grandpa was a strong man; however, he
had a caring side to him, he took care of people who needed help, he donated
some of his money to the poor, and he took care of me when I needed him.
My Grandpa is a small city north of New York City and never
lived on a farm and never knew how to do any of the things that he taught me to
do, this means that he had to go out and learn how to do himself. Once he
decided to do something there was no turning back until he accomplished his
goal.
I look up to him and try to be like him and if I only have
some of his wonderful qualities, I will still be a really good person.

Joe

Relative

Out of all of my relatives in my family, I really would want to know more about my great grandmother on my dad's side. Her name was Ruby, and she died three years ago at the age of 99, and I never met her, or was told much about her. I really would want to know more about her, because everyone I've talked to about her has told me how nice, and extraordinarily healthy she was, even at her elder age. I would really like to know about her life, and how she was, and her life was when she was growing up. I also would want to find out how she remained so healthy throughout her entire life, and if she had an ideal childhood or not.


Spencer

Outcasting is a lie.

If you have ever wondered what it would be like to be an outcast, you are a hypocrite. Everyone, young and old has been an outcast at one point in their life. The true definition for outcast is a person who is not wanted or not accepted, but my definition is the one everyone uses. My definition is anyone who is "out of place". Outcast is a word shoved in your face. It labels people into categories. It is a flyaway hair or a whole strand left out of the "cool" hair tie. You can always be an outcast depending on who runs the cool hair tie also know as "the boss". There are ten things that everyone uses to describe an outcast. Number 1 is your appearance. Number 2 is your race. Number 3 is what you do. Number 4 is your social abilities. Number 5 is your hobbies or favorite sports. Number 6 is your opinion. Number 7 is your history. Number 8 is your placement. Number 9 is your dating status. And finally number 10 is your technology usage. The ten dreadful things are used to place people and that is just not right. The true outcast does not exist because everyone has at least one place that they are wanted even if it is not apparent. If you ever feel lonely come visit me.

The outcast

The Outcast

I don’t feel like I belong. I’m different than everybody else. That is an outcast. I have always been an outcast. I have been always been an outcast, especially in my elementary years. I was in the special education program and I couldn’t speak. Now not speaking sounds ridiculous, but it was true. When I was a little girl, I was deprived of communication. My babysitter left me in a crib during the day; since I didn’t talk to anybody, I slept. When I came home at night, I stood awake alone with only. So I couldn’t talk to people, and no one wanted to talk to me.

-Janis

Journal 1

As I walk by the park in my neighborhood in San Diego, I see a little boy playing on the playground. His mom and dad sit next to him. The boy is wearing shorts and a baseball shirt. A look of pure happiness is on his face. Suddenly, the mom gets up and takes out a camera. I hear her saying, “Daniel, Daniel, look this way!” She quickly snaps a picture as the little boy looks over and smiles. I then continue on down the road on my way home from school.

Daniel Wilcox

Let's Blog

I want to see if this will work. So I'm blogging in a legit fashion on this website.
-Jay

Journals

My house. A place I goto everyday. It represents me as a kind, average, doesn’t stand out in thecrowd, but still fits in kinda house. It’s like any other house you would see.And deeper into my house, my room, is where I can call it my own and decorateit and make it… me. My room is quite meager, with an extravagant bed that fillsmost of the space. A dusty, delicate desk that stands tall by the wall, and mystyle of clothing, sluggishly thrown in my dresser. And if all of this wasburning to the cold ground, I would take my most precious items. My peppy pets,(of course), they deserve to live too, my pretty purse that holds my money andcute wallet, my phone, floppy dog slippers, and my baby box. All these memoriesI wouldn’t want to die with my house.

An outcast is someonewho doesn’t belong somewhere; they are a rouge to the people or the place. Atime when I felt like an outcast was when I went to high school. It’s fairlynew event that happened. I went to Erie middle school not Sunset, so I didn’t knowanyone except my friend who came with me but soon left to go back to Erie thefirst week into school. Anyway, that made me feel like a very forlorn person. Igradually began to make friends, but in the beginning, I felt like a bigoutcast in Niwot. Society must have outcasts, because without them, we wouldn’thave safety rules about horrible things that have happened in the past fromoutcasts, like when 9/11 happened, without that event we wouldn’t have adaptedto making safety precautions we do today to make society a better place. Eventhough some outcasts have caused horrible things, it forms society to be whatit is today.