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An hour lost means an elliptical gained

Posted by Taylor Valentine in Storytelling - Chase on
I have a favorite elliptical at the gym.  It's the oldest model, but has the perfect amount of resistance.  I burn a lot of calories, but am still able to walk the next day.  Unfortunately, a few months ago, the gym bought a new machine and replaced one of my favorites with it.  Now, there is only one. 

A man at my gym also loves this elliptical.  He usually goes around the same time I do.  He's a maniac, who uses pedals from an hour straight!  When he gets there first (which happens more often than not), I'm forced to use a newer, more painful machine. 

This weekend, we were graced with Daylight Savings (there's nothing like losing an hour of precious sleep).  However, there was a silver lining.  My mom woke me up at 8.  Well, my clock said 8, but it was actually 9:07.  When I arrived at the gym, it was almost empty.  Best of all, it seemed that the manic man had slept in.  

My Best Effing Friend.

Posted by Jennifer Albright in Storytelling - Chase on
So, for the past four years I've been slowly corrupting my very best friend, Beth. Now, Beth is pretty much as innocent as they get. But throughout the years I've been slowly worming my way into her head. She picks up on sexual innuendos, says "mean" jokes like "your mom" jokes, and recently she's been cursing every their sentence... in her head. So, today we were sitting in the library and she was telling me of my own corruption and the whole thing struck me as funny for some odd reason. And so I decide that from now on I'm going to do my very best to make her curse out loud. She's only done it a few times in her life, she's never cracked yet. But for some reason I feel the need to make her curse out loud, just one time even, as long as it's a serious curse. I have not yet succeeded, but one day I will and I think I will die of laughter on that day.

BYE GIRL CALL THE COPS. tell them that the teacher's shot!

Posted by Patricia Parker in Storytelling - Chase on

she told me just last week that i should stop using my umbrella as a rifle.
its my umbrella, and my freakin imagination.
then she said it was  a "inappropriate place"
so my question is : when are guns EVER  in  an appropriate place?
she goes  on to say " stop shooting your classmates and do some work"
she should be asking me to stop shooting her . because lets face it , shes the real victim here.   im  on the crime scene and shes the main target .i only pretend like im shooting someone else when she catches me.

anyway i put my pretend rifle away because i decided to do some work .
but since i was so busy shootin her and her laptop up  i didnt know what we were supposed to be doing.
so i began asking my table mates questions about the work . BUTTTT she said that i was being disruptive.
and in attempts to make an example out of me, she told me to get up and come to the front of the classroom ....LIKE I WAS FIVE? girlllllll bye.
but i didnt even move because I enjoy giving her a hard time .
so i sat there until she looked down at her latop screen and instead of  me taking out my rifle again i just pulled my hands from my pocket and made this hand-shotgun motion with my fingers.
shes lucky i didnt pull two out at a time. else her brain would have splattered all over the unattractive presentation she made for class.
now you wanna know what this is all for?
 its for ALLLLL of the attitude she gives me ,its for all those smart hand motions she gives me like i speak sign language.  its for her bobble head cranium moving in circles. its for her hostile responses to mostly all  of my questions  . its for  her eating me up inside when she calls me darling ,  its for her nonchalantly giving me zeros on classwork she literally sits down and helps me with, its for her thinking she runs this town.

so im not killing her , im killing her thoughts.
she doesnt run THIS town.
especially when i have my  water bottle AK47.
she literally despises when she sees me using fake guns. but i literally despise her .
and she needs to take fashion lessons from  her classroom neighbor,  shes only a door knock away. because those petite pants and that bandanna print dress is not the business. my eyes are stressed out by these rerun outfits . so here's my suggestion, put on your big helmet and ride that little bike  to the mall honey, toots, sweets, DARLING.

for the record though , i would never shoot anyone . do not take this as a threat, because we all know her dramatic behind would.

Regret

Posted by Zachary Walls in Storytelling - Chase on
storytelling today dredged up memories, memories of my one true regret. I'm not in a good enough place to talk about it now that it has just been brought up again but by the time I come up in story slam i should be.

A Tradition

Posted by Andre Serrano in Storytelling - Chase on
​Ever since I was young, it's been a tradition in my family to cut down the christmas tree. I don't mean bring one home from the neighborhood lot on the corner, either. We would actually go out and cut down our own tree. On the way we would stop by peddlers village and get some delicious apple cider and check out the ginger bread house competition. I may have little need to stop in on santa or the easter bunny at the local mall, but this is one holiday tradition that I don't want to give up.
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Paul Sierra

Posted by Desiree Mack in Spanish 4 - Manuel on
Eso es una pintura de Paul Sierra. Paul Sierra es de Cuba. Yo escogía la pintura por que es muy interesante. Me gusta los colores brilliantes y el mensaje, humor en fallecimiento: vida y muerte es un chiste. Yo seré  interpretación de Fidel Castro.  
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Maya Wright: Joan Mir

Posted by Maya Wright in Spanish 4 - Manuel on
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Mi Nombre es Pedro Machuca y vivo en un pequeño pueblo con mi mamá y mi hermanito. Mi mamá trabaja muy fuerte pero somos muy pobre clase obrera personas. El gobierno es socialista y somos nada a ustedes. Chile es en un revolución, destrozado por comunismo y socialismo. Mi familia sostenemos comunismo, por que haría todos personas igual con no división de clases.  Odio que la clase de alta pensan son mejor tanto nosotros por tenemos dinero mas.  
Esto es una pintura por Joan Miró. Me gusta la pintura porque representa un fuerte mujer trabajadora, pero ha regate (regatear) por tiempo y pobreza. El mujer en la pintura miro mi mamá. Los colores son oscuro pero suave, hacen el tono de la obra tranquilo.
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joan-miro-13

Diego Rivera

Posted by Andre Serrano in Spanish 4 - Manuel on
Diego Rivera--

 

Esta obra de arte es bien. Los colores son apogado pero dijó un cuento. No se por que pinta de esta cuentos porque el es de un familia muy rico, y esta cuentos de son los trabajadores y la clase obrera.

Semeadores Diego Rivera
Semeadores Diego Rivera

I Love

Posted by Deja Scarborough in Storytelling - Chase on
I love the way you love me.
I love the way you hold me.
I love the way you kiss me.
I love the way you make me feel safe.
I love the way you talk to me.
I love the way you look at me.
I love the way you make me love you more and more each day.
These are the things I love about you.

It Exists!

Posted by Christine Walden in Storytelling - Chase on
This fabled happiness is real! It lurks within you, barely contained, sitting in a small chair awaiting some external stimuli to let it loose. It was never meant for such a sedentary existence.
When said catalyst makes itself known and the confines holding this marvelous emotion are broken, it overwhelms. It drowns. It floods. It skips animatedly within your veins and must make itself known to all those around you.
It is a fidgety bliss that was never content with stillness.

Should one find themselves overcome with such feelings, I recommend running barefoot down the sidewalk on a chilly evening. Though I warn this jog does nothing to dampen the effects of the feeling, it merely makes one bearable to their family.