Friday, May 21, 2010

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

Friday, May 7, 2010

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.