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Panic was racing through everyone’s mind. There was no way we could blow this. All I could do was watch at first base as the trusted pitcher delivered pitch after pitch outside of the strike zone.

 

Let me rewind – It was the championship game. The series was tied 1-1 in a best of three match. We were the underdogs, by far. The only reason we even made it to the playoffs was because there was no elimination in little league, an attempt to promote fairness, I guess. We already shocked everyone by beating the Athletics once. With our backs on the wall, we were able scrounger up a big inning. The score was 7-3.  All of a sudden, our pitcher started acting uncharacteristically, walking several people in a row and giving up big hits. The fielders started to get uneasy as the score was creeping up on us. It was now 7-6 with the bases loaded and the count 3-0, the coach walked out to the mound, and signaled for a pitching change. He was calling for me. I threw my warm up pitches and prepared for the most unnerving baseball experience of my life. I immediately threw two pitches for strikes, knowing that if I missed, we would lose the game. He then proceeded to foul off the next couple of pitches. I prepared for the next pitch. I winded up. SWING AND A MISS.

--From this point, it's all sort of blurry. My teammates came racing in and bombarded me at the pitchers mound. We were awarded our championship trophies and were left with an experience we would never forget, being the underdogs the entire season, coming back to beat the beast team in the league.

Baby just hurt meeeeee, just hurt meeeeee, comon. 
Baby just hurt meeeee, just hurt meeeee, come on!
Na na nanana na na nanana na na nanana NA
WHAT IS LOVVVE
Baby hurt meeeee, she hurt meeee, come on!

I BREAK IT DOWN NOW, BUJIGABUJIGA EY EY EY BUJIGABUJIGA EYEYEY.

Word. 

I poured a bag of skittles into a jar, turned out all the lights in the room excepting the flashlight I had placed underneath said jar, and stared at the delicious rainbow candies within. I then moved the jar about until the skittles formed a mountain and gazed upon this little world under the bright light of its false sun. I imagined myself inside jar. I imagined myself inhabiting that simple world. I imagined while in this place, I climbed the malnutritous mound of skittles. I had looked haggard and hungry during this expedition, comically so when considering the location. I climbed with fervor, deciding the petite me in the jar had long stared at this mountain. It had haunted me, forever looming above, keeping a secret knowledge at it peak. Anywho, as I mentioned before: I climbed until the peak and I were but yards apart. Feet. Inches. I took my final step and stood atop, looking out through the glass of the jar to see me, in my present 5'6'' form, staring down at my petite me's world with a giddy curiosity. My petite me yelled "Atlas!". Both 'me's laughed heartily. I than hastily shut off the flashlight, turned back on the lights I had earlier turned off, and repressed the terribly unpleasant thoughts that arose as I ate little me's scrumptious mountain.

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Congratulations! I am pleased to offer you admission to the College of Health and Human Development for Fall 2011 at the Penn State University Park Campus.  

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whatever a person wants to do , they should do it . you should not stop because of what others think. people are going to judge you until the day you die. if you truly think about it, there is no way you can be mentally, physically, or emotionally happy -to your full potential unless you live for YOURSELF. Its pointless to say ” dont judge me” or “dont judge me unless you know me”  its literally pointless! People will judge you NO MATTER WHAT, its apart of life. Your mother judges you, your father, your sister, your friend, boyfriend, girlfriend and so on. EVERYONE JUDGES YOU. even GOD himself. They may not hold you accountable, they may understand more than others and accept what you do but  WE as HUMANS JUDGE. And if they dont accept you , its fine. You dont need acceptance. Acceptance is something that the world uses as fuel. It may  very well push you, but it wont keep you up. At any time , anything and anyone can deny you. if you were born on your own , you can think on your own, be on your own, and be your own person. live for your own goddamn self.  and if they dont like it , ....then what do you and i do ?

Every night during dinner, my brother tells us jokes that occurred to him at school.  I swear he has a running narrative in that head of his, but that's a story for another night.  My dad bought him a watch for his birthday last week and asked him if he was enjoying wearing it.

"Yea, it was great in class today!"
"What happened?"
"Well my teachers are always running into lunch, so today when my math teacher asked, 'What's 34 divided by 2', I looked at my wrist and thought, It's 5 past 12.  Can we go now? 

At least his jokes stay inside his head.

I looked at my skinny jean slim and thin
Too tight for me to get my legs up in
It's the death of skinny jeans
because they don't fit me but Billy Jean
fitting tighter than a MJ glove
Fitting tighter than grandma's hugs,
but is that really love?

i didnt finish drawing all the pages but heres what i have

On my way home from school, I was waiting for the sub. After about 5 mins, it came and my car was pretty empty. I was standing right behind a little girl, so I thought I would get my favorite seat. The one facing outward, going the direction of the train. Anyway, right before I could get my seat the little girl in front of me and her mom took my seat. I was so angry so I got I sat in the seat behind them. When I looked down in the seat, to make sure I didn't sit in anything, and there it was! Sitting right in the crack of the seat in the wall was $5! I picked it up and found $2 inside! Just my luck, thanks to the little girl taking my favorite seat I found $7!

El título de la novela, es Harry Potter y el piedra filosofal y la autora es J.K. Rowling.  Es en el genero de fantasma.  Hasta ahora es trama es sobre un hombre se llama senor Dursley, su esposa, y so hijo.  sentar Dursley tiene un hermana, extraño y los Dursley's no le gustan.  Una día senor Dursley mira personas en capa y muchas lechuzas.   Pienso que los eventos tiene algo hacer con los Potters (la hermana de sentar dursley.  Me gusta el libro mucha, es suspension y interesante.  No es similar de mi vida pero no leo mucho, recomiendas por todos, o personas quien le gustan fantasma.

 That's my sister name.
 & she is the only person keeping me sane in my household.

 As you my know by now, my life, isn't the greatest, sweetest or a teeny bit envied.

My friends always tell me I should rebel at least once, and it will let my mother know that she can't control everything that goes on in my life. They say I'm scared.

One, that logic doesn't make sense.
Two, I'm not scared, I'm smart.

 And ultimately, I love my sister too much to just leave her like that.


 I know that when i go to college that's going to be like leaving her too, but at least I can pick her up when I want, and take her places when I want, and show her the more free side to childhood.
 The childhood free to make mistakes and learn from them, and sleepovers, and summer nights, and all those things that I missed out on.

Harry Potter y la piedra del filosofo 

fantasia

no hay ahora, todo es de los Dursleys y una persona esta muerto. 

pienso que en el proximo capitulo Harry Potter como un bebe va a vivir con los Dursleys

Los Dursleys 

si es muy descriptivo 

Do you ever watch love movies and think of us?
Not just like, the Notebook or Sweet Home Alabama where the story line fits us almost perfectly, but like in all love movies?
Maybe Jack trembles above Rose after making love and you think of your trembles and the way I teased you?
Maybe it’s the way the very opposite Gerard Butler and Katherine Heigl attract in the Ugly Truth.
I do.
Do you ever lie in bed watching the moon wondering if just maybe I am too?
I do.
Are you ever with someone, even someone you really care about, and for a moment see me instead? Maybe it was the shape of their mouth, the way their hair fell in their face, a face they made at you?
I’ve done that… seen you instead of him…
Do you ever just… miss me? Think of me?
Remember???? Do you ever ever just remember?

A wise movie said, ”Love waits on one thing- the right moment.”
So, when will ours be? Will it come in the future? Did we miss it already?
Was it that first day I stared across the second grade class at you?
Or the first time we split into reading groups?
Was it that first time we kissed by the trailer with a young lookout?
Maybe not.
Maybe it was the time we spent chasing each other around in my backyard.
Was it all the times you called me “peoples” as though you’d forgotten my name?
Or could it have been when we skated side-by-side, nudging each other softly?
Perhaps it was the day I handed you a note with my deepest secret written in code.
Maybe it was the first time we ever really kissed…
The first time I felt your lips on my neck, felt your warm breath in my ear?
Was it the first time you sent chills from the tip of my spine to my ankles?
Or maybe it was that night on the steps, making out for so long, with such intensity that we broke apart to splash cold water on our faces.
Could it have been when I went to your house when you were sick and you walked me home anyway to be sure I was safe?
Or was it when you came to see me when I was sick, dropping a kiss to my forehead that healed me instantly?
Was it the first time we made love, bodies trembling, some combination of fear and pleasure, feeling wrong but more than right?
Maybe it was when you held me while I cried about insignificant fights with my mother.
Or when we played in the sand and I watched the fireworks from the safety of your arms?
Maybe it was making love in the dark, stemming from nothing more than a kiss shared between two people in more than love.
Maybe it was waking up to you and seeing your smile.
Maybe it was falling asleep in your lap, on your chest, inside your arms.
Maybe it hasn’t come yet, maybe it never will.
Maybe our love is false, doesn’t exist. Maybe we’ll never have that moment.

Menciona lo suigiente en la reflexión: 

• el título de la novela, el / la autor(a) 
• -Dracula de Bram Stoker
• el género 
• -masculina
• el trama (hasta ahora) 
• -El hombre Jonathan Harker va a castillo de conde Dracula por su trabajo. Los personas que encontró tener medio por su.
• predicciones que tienes sobre el trama
• -Pienso que el tiene muchos problemas con Dracula y descubrir por qué los campesinos son tan supersticiosos.
• los personajes (hasta ahora)
• -Jonathan Harker y conde Dracula, pero nosotros no encontramos Dracula.
• ¿Te gusta hasta ahora?  ¿Por qué?
• -Si, es muy interesante. No sé mucho, pero es un poco misteriosa y me gusta.  
• ¿El libro se relaciona con algun aspecto de tu vida?  ¿Cómo?  
• -No, no tiene vampiros en mi vida o muchos supersticiones.
• ¿Recomindas el libro?  ¿Para quién?  ¿Por qué?
• -Si, recomindas el libro a todos porque es un libro clasico y es muy interesante.