Shakespeare Quote June 9, 2008
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I know probably everyone did a Shakespeare quote, I found this one quiet intresting.
“Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind.”
I think that this means that love is more then just looks and that you should love someone because they are who they are not how they look. A love of someone’s buety isn’t as strong as the love of someone for who they are.
Favorite Poem June 4, 2008
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Here is my favorite poem from this year;
I Miss You
I miss your hair, your voice, your funny comments.
I miss spending time together, laughing, hanging out.
I miss just being friends with you, being able to talk without worrying about saying the wrong thing.
I know this sounds wrong, like I shouldn’t, but I still think about you.
I miss you.
The Most Valuable Part of LA May 30, 2008
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I think that the most valuable part of LA was learning how to be a better writer. Although I learned so much about the internent and blogs, the most important thing was learning to be a better writer; learning to give examples, start off with a hook to grab the reader’s attention and to keep them intrested and wanting to read more. Everything I learned in this class I used to get a better score on the DSTP and to imrpove my writing overall. Writing is a very important skill in life I think, most jobs depend on being a good writer or even just knowing how to say things the right way and how to organize your writing. If you can’t even do either of those your not going to be able to get a good job, most poeple underestimate writing I guess, they don’t think about how much they actually use it. Going a whole day without writing a single thing is an amazing feat especially if you go to school or have some sort of higher level job.
My Bike May 23, 2008
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Letter of Thanks May 23, 2008
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Dear Aunt Beth,
Thank you for all the time you have spent with me, I enjoy your company and I loving seeing you. Whenever you come down for a visit or a race things are always fun, I especially love your support when I ride, and your always there to watch me, incase I crash. You are a very loving and caring person and you care about everyone.
Thank you for the mink blankets that you gave us, they are very warm and soft, and I always have one on my bed. They have kept us warm when they temperature gets low, and keep us warm all night. Thank you for your generosity and love you have shared with us. Thank you for everything you have done for me.
Person That I Admire May 23, 2008
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Do you have somebody that you look up to, someone that you admire? Some people admire famous people; people who have changed the world for the better or who have helped many. Most people have someone in mind, for me, I have my father. Some people choose their father as their idle maybe because they have a cool job, or they’re fun to be around. I chose my dad because I can’t think of anything I really don’t like about him. He’s the smartest person I know; he could tell you anything about anything mechanical. He knows more about mechanics and engines then most people know about anything! He knows everything about cars, trucks, bikes, whatever and how they work. If they break he knows what’s wrong and how it could be fixed. This is extremely helpful because we are a family that is heavily involved with motor sports and racing. We spend most- every weekend at the track, we’ve only missed three weekends of riding since the beginning of February because of either weather or there was a race there from another series.
Something else mechanical me father and I are newly involved is “hobby level” RC cars, these are very different from the “toy level” RC’s which you can buy for $50 or less at walmart. “Hobby level” RC’s are high powered, very fast race vehicles which can reach speeds of over 100 miles per hour on land or sea (cars and boats). With great speed comes great control, and sometimes you make a slight miss-judgment can cause a catastrophe and result in many broken parts. No worry! Since they are prone to break, replacement parts and even upgrades are only a short drive to your local hobby shop away. There are so many replacement parts that you can even build a whole new car/truck just with performance or replacement parts! And instead of having to call or travel to my local hobby shop for every little problem, I can just ask my dad to have a look at it.
Apart from being incredibly smart in mechanics he’s just generally smart too; whenever I need help with homework or just a problem with anything he can help me. He’s always helped me and given me advice, one of the things I like most about him is he never gets mad and never yells. If my brother or I get bad grades he tells us he’s disappointed and reminds us that he always there for help. He’s the greatest dad anyone could have, and that’s an understatement! He’s the smartest, nicest, person I know and admire him for everything he does. He’s the best dad in the world and I would never trade him for anything.
Great Accomplishment May 16, 2008
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One of the greatest things I’ve ever accomplished was when I faced my fears and raced at Evansville Mx Track. Races alone are pretty intimidating, but when the track is on the side of a mountain makes matters even worse. This track was literally built on the side of a mountain, huge up hills and down hills, at about a 70 degree slope. So steep you couldn’t even walk up the side without sliding back down or having to put your hands out and leaning forward to prevent falling backwards. The track basically goes straight up, you make a turn, and head straight back down, on gradually inclining slopes. Jumps are usually the main part of tracks, not this track, you’re constantly focused and pushing the limits trying to go fast enough to make it up the hill, and not going too fast back down the hill and losing control. And at the same time, racing against up to 40 other riders, all focused on the same thing; winning. Occasionally people will get so caught up with racing they push the limit too far and loose control and even crash.
Knowing all the risks and dangers involved in racing, why do we still ride? It’s the fun and excitement that comes with all the blood and tears, and don’t forget broken bones that what makes motocross, and riding in general so much fun! Even though riders hate to admit it, but deep down inside you know your going to crash one day, but you don’t know how hard and serious or how soft and minor the crash will be, but your just curious enough to see how far you can push the limit before you do. The faster you can go and the higher you can jump, the more fun you have. Ok, back to the track and me conquering my fears, the track is so dangerous that my bike size is the smallest they allow to run the full track, smaller bikes must run on a kiddy track or a cut-version of the full track. In the turns at the bottoms of the downhill straights are breaking bumps- formed from riders slamming on their breaks to slow down in time to not miss the turn. They are about one-foot high and about two feet long, and the faster you go the closer and more dangerous they seem. If your going too fast you may launch off the first one, hit the second one, get sideways in the air, and slam into the third or fourth one sideways, slamming into the ground. And when the breaking bumps form on the down hill part of a track, they’re even more dangerous.
I was the first one out of my family and friends that were there to go out onto the track for Saturday practice. The track was still barely untouched and almost no breaking bumps had formed yet. I had never been on the track before so I didn’t go my usual speed, I had heard about one or two steep hills, but nothing too bad. After about the third turn there was the first up hill, about 100 feet long and a little steep, there was mud at the bottom so you had to carry some speed going through the turn to make it up. After that you made another turn and went down hill about 30 feet, then a long straight-away and a jump. The track carried on with turns and small jumps at the bottom of the mountain, then the biggest up hill. It was a good 200 feet long and at about 45 degree angle. All you could do was try and make it up the hill without losing speed and stopping, for what seemed like a never ending up hill, you finally came to the top. A few more jumps and turns at the top of the track, and what goes up, must come down, so of course, there was a long, dangerous, down hill straight-away. This one was far much steeper because you didn’t have to try and make it up; all you had to do was go down. As I rolled over the crest of the top, I crept slowly down to the bottom, I made it! I had made it back down to the bottom and continued on riding the track. There were some small up hills and down hills, and eventually the track came to an end, I was done lap one, of many to come. As I practiced the track, remember what jump was where and which down hill was where and how long and steep it was; gradually increasing my speed. The large up hills and down hills didn’t scare me much because when I used to live in New Hampshire, my family and I would go trail riding on the weekends through some of the narliest trails made by Mother Nature. So I already had an upper-hand on the other riders.
As my practice was over, I walked over to the big down hill to see how the other riders were doing. The day continued like this until about three o’clock when practice was over. Watching the other riders, and seeing a fair share of crashes down the big hill, each one more horrifying then the previous, people rolling, tumbling, losing control and rag-dolling down the side of the mountain. Each crash nibbled away at my self confidence about riding this life endangering track. I started to question if I really should race, the risks may be too great. I thought about it all night, I loved racing but this track was dangerous. I decided to take that risk and do what I love, ride. But it wasn’t easy, I had to be totally committed or else when I was riding I may get distracted. I had to think about all the risks and the probability of them happening. I asked my dad what I should do, he said I can race if I want to, it’s up to me and he won’t force me to do anything. I thought about the track and how many people crashed, and how many people didn’t, it looked like as long as I stay focused and be safe I should be fine. I had thought about it enough, I needed to get a good night sleep. We woke up a surprisingly early six in the morning, the track was only about fifteen minutes from the hotel, and racing started at about nine- nine thirty, but my cousin insisted that we get up at six, and spend two hours doing nothing.
After the boring two hours was up, it was race time! There was a riding meeting at nine, which I didn’t pay much attention to because they always say the same thing; be safe, watch for others, etc. There was going to be a five lap race practice for everyone before racing started. I went out for practice, the track looked the same, I practiced a few jumps and before I knew it practice was over. Race time had now bean, riders pulling up to the gate getting ready for their moto’s (races). The race schedule was posted and I was the fourteenth moto. Eventually the twelfth moto rolled around, and it was time for me to get ready, I got my gear on and warmed up my bike. My friend who was parked next to me was getting ready as well. We headed over to the gate for staging, that’s when you pick your gate and wait for your moto to start. I gave my friend thumbs up and told him good luck; he told me the same thing. Everybody started their bikes and shortly after that the gate dropped, I cleared everything out of my mind and rode as fast as I could, I got second place holeshot (I was the second person to get to the first turn), and was thrilled I wasn’t in last. Even though a few faster riders passed me I knew there were at least ten riders behind me. After about three people passed me I held my position pretty well for the rest of the race, getting a fifth out of fourteen, the best I’ve ever done.
I had done it; I had conquered my fear and achieved my goal. The hard work was worth it and I was satisfied, too bad I crashed and broke my collar bone (for the first time), and I got a last place for DNFing (Did Not Finish). But I conquered my goal, and now I have another goal; to race at Evansville again in August.
Broken Collar Bone May 16, 2008
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Many people have never broken a bone in thier life, and probably won’t, others; like me have already broken a bone and probably will break another one later one. (EDIT- I broke my collar bone again, right after it fully healed.) Many people haven’t felt the pain, and don’t know what it’s like. What you can and cannot do, in my opinion you collar bone or ribs are the worst bone to break because you cannot brace them or put it in a cast, like you can with a arm, wrist, finger, or leg. When you break an arm or a leg the pain is short, and doesn’t last for 3-4 weeks, you break it, it hurts, then you put it in a cast and thats it. Collar bones and ribs hurt everyday, when you sleep, when you move your arm the wrong way or try and lift it, it hurts. And right after you break a rib or collar bone, its now easier to break then ever, and you have to be very careful that you don’t trip, because if you do you could break it even more. So next time you think breaking any bone won’t hurt, or that it will heal quickly, remember this; no matter what you break, it will hurt and days feel like forever when your waiting for it to heal. Even though I know most people hate it, but if you drink your milk your less likely to break a bone. Thanks for your time and hope this helped somehow.
Research Paper May 2, 2008
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You may say that Sigismund Sclomo Freud (at age 21 changed his name to Sigmund Freud) is one of the most influential people that ever lived; many people have based their lives work on his ideas and studies. This amazingly educated man was born on May 6th, 1856 in Freiberg Moravia. At the time of birth his father Jakob was 41 and his mother Amalie was 21. A year after Sigmund was born him and his family moved to Leipzig, Germany. Growing up in Freiberg he had two other siblings in which his father had from a previous marriage. Despite their poverty, his parents tried to give him the best education they could. After hard studying he went on to graduate in 1873 with honors. After graduation he went on to join a medical faculty at The University of Vienna where he studied under Darwinist Professor Karl Claus. But in the year 1880 he left his studies to join the military. After a short while of being in the military, he returned to his studies and received his Dr. Med (M.D.). He went on to marry a woman named Martha Bernays in 1886. They went on to have six children, the youngest; Anna Freud became a famous psychologist. Sigmund was known as “The Father of Psychoanalysis.” Sigmund and Anna became very close with each other, the closest in the family. She learned very much form him and even became a famous psychologist. They both spent much time together studying things and sharing ideas. Although Sigmund had many great ideas, one of the greatest and most famous was “The Theory of Unconscious.” He believed that people could ascertain real knowledge concerning themselves and their surroundings and control both.
The Vile Village May 2, 2008
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The Vile Village takes place in an old town named, The V.F.D. The main characters are Klaus, Violet, and Sunny. They travel to this horrible town, in seek of the secret of V.F.D. which turns out to be not what they expect, until they figure out the real truth. As they arrive to the town they are met by mean, horrible, old people. They all must have been at least 65 years-old, and where wearing crow-shaped hats. They do not know where they will stay, because the brochure said “it takes a town to take care of children.” They are informed that they will be staying with a man named Hector, and will being chores all day. They are too persuaded by the thought of where they’re triplet friends are being kept by the evil Count Olaf to pay any attention to the work they had to do. All day they worked at people’s homes cleaning and wondering where their friends could be. After the first day for work, they come home and eat dinner which Hector has prepared. They go to sleep, and wake up to do another day of work, but then they alarmed at what Hector has found in the yard. It’s a poem, like the ones Isadra Quagmire used to write. It seems as if there is a secret code written in the poem, a cry for help from the Quagmires. The next few days they keep finding poems like the first one on the lawn, mysterious and full of hidden clues on the Quagmires location. Then, one day a mysterious man appeared in town, he was a stranger and one of the town’s rules was no strangers, so he was thrown in jail. That night he was murdered and a privet inspector was called. The privet inspector had planted a pair of glasses and a ribbon to try and blame the murder on Klaus and Violet because Klaus wore glasses and Violet always had a ribbon in her hair. The town believed that Klaus and Violet murdered the man, so they locked them up in jail. Now Klaus, Violet, and Sunny were locked in jail for something they didn’t do. They then had to plan an escape and try to save their friends the Quagmire Triplets. I well not give away the ending, because I ant you to find out, will they escape? Will they find their friends and escape? Find out yourself and read The Vile Village by Lemony Snicket.
