Extra credit papers

Big Fish Story
I’ve have my fair share of odd things happen in my life, but nothing compares to the time I received a letter from the National Soccer Camp Organization. The letter explained that the camp had been tracking me and that they invited to me to an elite soccer camp. I had three possible places to choose from. England, Brazil or Spain. I love England, so I decided to spend my summer there. It was just how I expected, chaotic and beautiful. It may have been cold, but it was worth it. I along with a million other girls checked into our hotel room and threw other bags on each of our beds. It was already eleven pm and the next morning we had to get up at four, so we all decided to crash. What felt like five minutes later, my alarm rang. "Great" I mumbled under my breath sarcastically. All the girls groaned and started to find their gear for practice. When we were all ready, we headed out of the hotel and into the charter buses. When we got to where the camp was being held I realized, I was way in over my head. I started to panic and felt my heart drop into my stomache. The practice was in Whembley Stadium. The biggest football stadium in England. I felt my knees lock up as the girls started to file out of the bus. Five minutes into practice, my nerves seemed to disappear. I pushed myself farther than I have ever before. I was called over by all the coaches and they informed me that they were very impressed with my efforts. After months of pushing myself and becoming better, the coaches gave me a deal. They said, you can go home and play on an amazing team or you can stay here, and play on a semi-professional team. I had a decision to make, leave everything and take is unreal opportunity, or stay in my comfort zone. I wish my story was real, my dream, I was close, but this story, will always just be a big fish tale.

Roxy
I practically live at my best friend Jill’s house, as does every other girl. Im very close with not only her but her dog Roxy, also. I know it sounds odd that I’m close with my best friend’s dog, but I am. She’s very easy to talk to and she talks back to you, in dog language of course. Roxy is a Rottweiler/Chocolate lab. She is gorgeous, for a dog obviously. She’s a very protective dog and always looks out for the people she loves. She’s basically a human being, just more caring. You know the saying a dog is a man’s best friend? that’s a perfect saying for Roxy. If you spend enough time with her, you cant help but love her. She may think she’s a lot smaller than she actually is, but im glad she’s a big dog, if she was small, she wouldn’t be big enough for her huge heart.

Cultural Blog

The nun made the right decision in this situation, both options were heart breaking and wrong but she chose to save a person's life, instead of letting both die. Although, I do not believe abortion to be okay in any possible way, this had to be a very difficult decision to make. I can't imagine being put in the position where I had to chose to either "ok" abortion or let both a mother and her child die. I think of it this way, save one person and let a child die, or let both lives end. She saved a woman’s life. "Sometimes the ends do justify the means," she writes. She had no choice but to save her life.

http://www.newser.com/story/89473/screwy-catholic-church-axes-nun-who-okd-abortion.html

Four hundred words...

Free blogs. Seem easy right? Sure. They seem easy until you’re sitting in front of a computer with a blank document open for twenty minutes. Your mind is also completely blank. You search your mind for things you could possibly write about. You could write about the kid that is sitting in your row who is teasing the teacher, cough cough, blasser. Or you could listen to the kFree blogs. Seem easy right? Sure. They seem easy until you’re sitting in front of a computer with a blank document open for twenty minutes. Your mind is also completely blank. You search your mind for things you could possibly write about. You could write about the kid that is sitting in your row who is teasing the teacher, cough cough, blasser. Or you could listen to the kid that is talking about writing about babies and giving other people ideas to write about. But I still find myself sitting in front of a blank screen trying to figure out what I could possibly write four hundred words about. I consider writing about the movie that has been replying in my head all day. I look at the clock and realize I can’t sit here for thirty minutes doing nothing, although I would enjoy that very much. Four hundred words is quite the quantity of words. Even with this paragraph I only have one hundred and sixty words. I look around, see people talking and phones being taken away and of course I see Mike Blasser doing something weird something that makes people laugh. Oliva is sitting next to me contemplating if she still wants to write about what she’s writing about because she’s having the same problem I am. How do you write four hundred words about the same topic? It seems easy until you actually have to accomplish doing it. I’m almost half way there and it’s extremely depressing because you’re probably wondering when this god forsaken blog will finally end. Mike is right, fielder, you are the reason I cry myself to sleep at night. Thank God the bell is about to ring because if I don’t get out of here soon, my head might explode and that wouldn’t end well for me…..here goes mike again, talking to Blough about his daughters first boyfriend, how he comes up with stuff, I don’t even know. I hope this blog ends up somehow being entertaining but I’m really doubting that theory, and somehow I almost got thorough this blog writing about absolutely nothing. Notice the word almost and by now you’re probably regretting making me write four hundred words, I think next time you should make it two hundred or three hundred because then you would not have to deal with reading this extremely horrible blog the makes you want to kill yourself. id that is talking about writing about babies and giving other people ideas to write about. But I still find myself sitting in front of a blank screen trying to figure out what I could possibly write four hundred words about. I consider writing about the movie that has been replying in my head all day. I look at the clock and realize I can’t sit here for thirty minutes doing nothing, although I would enjoy that very much. Four hundred words is quite the quantity of words. Even with this paragraph I only have one hundred and sixty words. I look around, see people talking and phones being taken away and of course I see Mike Blasser doing something weird something that makes people laugh. Oliva is sitting next to me contemplating if she still wants to write about what she’s writing about because she’s having the same problem I am. How do you write four hundred words about the same topic? It seems easy until you actually have to accomplish doing it. I’m almost half way there and it’s extremely depressing because you’re probably wondering when this god forsaken blog will finally end. Mike is right, fielder, you are the reason I cry myself to sleep at night. Thank God the bell is about to ring because if I don’t get out of here soon, my head might explode and that wouldn’t end well for me…..here goes mike again, talking to Blough about his daughters first boyfriend, how he comes up with stuff, I don’t even know. I hope this blog ends up somehow being entertaining but I’m really doubting that theory, and somehow I almost got thorough this blog writing about absolutely nothing. Notice the word almost and by now you’re probably regretting making me write four hundred words, I think next time you should make it two hundred or three hundred because then you would nt have to deal with reading this extremely horrible blog the makes you want to kill yourself.

SIMUN

SIMUN was very tough for me. My country was Denmark. I did everything I could to get involved, but it just wasn’t paying off. I would have had a much better time if I had an easier country. Denmark is very neutral…on everything. They are allies with just about everyone, that made caucusing much easier for me but when it came time to make speeches and take a side, I didn’t have anything to say. Caucusing was by far the easiest for me because I could talk to everyone in the group. I caucused more with Mexico, Cuba, China and the USA more than any other countries. The fact that I could talk to anyone I wanted to helped me out tons in SIMUN. For having a country like Denmark I think I did pretty well.
I did much research on Denmark. I found just about everything I could. I found out that Denmark only has problems with two countries. Neither of which were in my group- Ireland and Greenland. The only problem Denmark has ever run into was the ordeal about the Faroe Islands. Denmark, Greenland and Ireland think they all have control over the islands. Now the islands are independent but are still a province of Denmark, so rightfully they belong to Denmark. Greenland and Ireland think differently. Denmark has owned the island since 1380. Just because they are a province of Denmark doesn’t mean that they aren’t property of Denmark.
Next year I hope to get a country that is more involved in political world issues. I plan to do much more research and know my country very well. I’d love to get a country like Germany or France. Countries that are involved, but not too involved. I wouldn’t like to get a country like the USA or China. Those countries have to be very difficult because they seem to be involved in just about every issue in the world.

Slumdog Millionaire.

The movie of Slumdog Millionaire and the book were completely different. The screenwriter of the movie took out many, many details from the book. I’m sure part of the reason they did was to cut down on time but they needed to clean the movie up a bit from the book. Let's just say the book can be a little graphic at times. Not only that, but if they kept it the way it was, it wouldn’t appeal much to the American audience. Taking out the parts they did made it easier for not only Americans but people in general to relate to. The book is still relatable, there is just so much more Indian culture in it, and it’s harder for people not of that culture to comprehend. They live in a world where kids, little kids grow up, without parents, without food, without a home, without anything. People and the adults who are suppose to be taking care of them are so wrapped up into themselves that they abuse and hurt these little kids, who never had a chance.
The main character in this book is named Thomas; he grew up going from foster home to foster home when finally a priest named timothy took him in. While Thomas was still very young, timothy was killed by another priest whom after shot timothy, shot himself. I don’t know one person who can really relate to that. And hopefully I’ll never meet one. This book is very debatable when it comes to relating to this story. Changing the details from thebook into the movie made the movie much, much better than it already was.

Slumdog Millionaire

Taco Bell ;)

The best food on the planet by far is taco bell. Its very cheap and the most amazing food you’ll every find, anywhere. I mean it! Once you go outside- you never go back. Taco bell is more amazing than any other fast food restrant. The best thing to order there is the Cheesy Gordita Crunch- in my opinion, at least. It’s a regular taco with a hard shell and a soft shell wrapped around it; held together by delicious melted cheese. Another great thing to get there is the chicken or steak quesadilla, it’s a…quesadilla; self explanatory. Taco bell is my favorite place on earth. If I could, I would build a house on top of taco bell, my basement would be incredible. That would be like having Disney World in your backyard! That would be the happiest day of my life. As we speak, my dad is getting me taco bell; he’s my new favorite person. Ironically, he’s getting me a Cheesy Gordita Crunch. My life is now complete.