Blog Feed

Our version of John Winthrop's "City on a Hill" speech, written in the vernacular of Ms. Echols by Jeff, Bach, Will, and Thea.

Okay, so we have these little people living on a teeney weeney little hill and they’re all “We’re tiny little people and everyone’s looking up at us and stuff!”  So then one of them is like, “Praise Jesus!” and other spiritual religious-y stuff.  Yayyyy, Jesus!  He’s awesome.  But the tiny little people have to work together and COLLABORATE, right?  Woooo, collaboration!  And everyone ELSE, the rest of the world, is watching them like WE’RE WATCHING YOU TINY LITTLE PEOPLE!  And Jesus is watching them too like AHMYGAAAAD, I’M JESUS!  So then the tiny little people have to do a good job of being nice to each other and working together or people will be like “You tiny little people suck and Jesus sucks,” AHMYGAAAAD!  And that would suck, becaaaauuuse, Jesus is really awesome and he doesn’t suck!  So, yeah, and now... the tiny little people have to work hard and care for each other and be a community, WOO, community!  Because otherwise they’ll die OHNOOOOO AHMYGAAAAD!  So, guys, like, for real, seriously, collaborate and stuff, YAYYYY!

Mi familia es loco. Mi padre es Grim Reaper.Mi madre es Mandy. Mi hermana es Minimandy, y mi hermano es Grim Jr.

Yesterday was my Mom's birthday so my Aunt took us out to eat at the Cheese Cake Factory. This was my favorite dish... Oreo Cheesecake!

Crossing boundaries , Aye ? 
I wonder how my 17 year old sister see's "crossing boundaries."
I also wonder how one of my younger brother see's "crossing boundaries."
I just had a brief discussion with them 2 about "crossing boundaries" and how they see it. 

My first attempt at cooking.

Basketball Star. Wrong Crowd. R.I.P. Dom.

Regardless of all the crap I have been through in my high school career because of the school district. I love them deep down inside, and here is why.

Nailah Adam

March 4, 2011

NHD Benchmark Reflection

 

            Johniera and I chose this topic because Ms. Laufenberg suggested when we were searching for project ideas. We chose to present it as a  documentary because there was an endless amount pictures available to us to show the Indian boarding schools and the affects they had amongst the students. We ran into trouble when my computer broke 3 weeks prior to when it was due, which limited us in having a lot of time to find pictures. Disregarding the stress that came along with it, the final product turned out nice. The collaboration and communication went well in our group. If I could do it over, I would add more video. I learned about the Native Americans and the trials and tribulations they went through, throughout the times of European explorers. I also learned about how their heritage was desecrated through the times because of the boarding schools.

You can't even imagine the things that I've seen. A cat climbed up the side of my house and ate my window plant!. I once witnessed a petite Chinese florist tackle a homeless man who stole a bouquet! The Kool-Aid man broke my chimney! Paula Deen used Pam. This is the best I can do on short notice. The rest are exclusively about cats and I don't want to get repetitive.

A real friend knows everything, especially when you're not telling the truth.

I listed out some of the things I'd do in a day, and put them in order form waking up to having lunch, which is half way through the day. 

Well, after doing this project I learned that being able to speak the basic words of a daily routine from waking up to sleeping and all that in between in spanish. And that can seriously benefit me in the future, when something comes along and is somehow relevant to it.  

My final product isn't all that though. I could've done some more work and added more creativity to it. 

If I could do this all over again, I'd consider on adding the creativities, and some humor to it. 

The project was tolerable, it wasn't that big of a pain. Overall I was ok with this. 

Don't know how we came up with these things but we do ^_^

Loving you is painful. So Die!

Why are putting High School on a pedestal?

Letting this "bitch stole my man" drama cloud your judgment

When truth be told this boy isn't even worth one drop of the perspiration rolling down your forehead

 

Why are putting High School on a pedestal?

Letting these childish labels like jock and nerd mess with your head

When you know they don't control your future

Knowing that one day you might see Johnny begging you for a dollar

And your thinking "Dang, I thought he was gonna be a baller."

 

Why are putting High School on a pedestal?

Your following the head cheerleader so you can get a status boost

While everybody knows in the real world that

Coattail riders have little self worth

 

So why are you putting High School on a pedestal?

Knowing that it’s just a 4 year phase

An obstacle in your way of

Living up to your full potential

 

So dry your tears

Dust yourself off

Stop being a puppet

And just be yourself

 

And realize that everything is gonna be ok

As long as you realize that High School doesn’t last forever

That statuses fade away

And remember to keep High School off that pedestal

Because it’s not even worth looking up to

 

 

 

 

 

This project was really helpful for me. Yes I made some mistakes but I learned so much more spanish did Then I did before doing this Project. It was really fun and really interesting. Like I said thier is a few mistakes in my final product but I believe it was pretty good. I think I will get a B. It's not perfect because I will admitt I procastinate but I think I turned out really well and funny.

When you left my heart fell apart

There was no sunshine, stars - there was no reason to stay alive.

I wish I could go back in time, and tell you everything you meant to me.

There is nothing I can do now, but cry at nights when I close my eyes and see your face. 

I don't know if you were a bad man or not.

All I know is that if I could go back in time, I would spend more time with you.

Well, I guess all I wanted to say is that I'll always love you dad.

Dogs look out for each other.

This weekend I got to see my friend Kirstin, who is a sophmore at Regent University. She and her boyfriend Joel got engaged this fall and this was the first time I'd seen her since. She was telling everybody about how they met- it's the most adorable story ever.
Kirstin had just started her freshman year at college and she went to an "ice cream social" with her friends. They were all standing around talking when this guy walks up, Joel. He knows everybody but Kirstin and gives them all hugs. Kirstin jokingly says, "what, I don't get a hug??" and Joel makes this weird/awkward face and just kind of walks away. Later that evening, Kirstin is in her room and somebody knocks on her door. She opens it up to see Joel standing there. He goes, "Your Phillies suck." She lets him in and they argue for hours and hours. And now they're going to be married. I guess it's not the most glamorous love-at-first-sight type of story but I love it. It's like, he's so shy when he first sees her that he can't even say anything and runs away, but then he can't stand it that he missed his chance so he's going nuts trying to think of any excuse to talk to her and the only thing he can come up with is that she's from Philadelphia, so she must like the Phillies...

So today was my first day back at SLA, and it was quite an interesting welcome back. I currently have an pneumonia, and I had to tell everyone this when they ask why I haven't been in. The reactions I got people vary as I told them when I was out. There was the cautious ones that said " I miss you and I hope you get better from a far." Then there's the others who gave me a hug and wish me a speedy recovery. I don't know what I expected. It went quite well though. I really wish to  get better soon, this ammonia thing is no joke. I just want to be healtjy again. 

Every morning I wake up at 6. It's only a 30 minute commute from my house to school, but I don't like to rush in the morning, so I get up extra early. After I eat my daily slice of bread ( no butter, no jelly, not toasted) and change into my outfit, and do my hair, I then walk out the door around 7:00 and wait for the 5 bus, which comes at 7:05 am. Shortly after my 10 minute bus ride on the 5 I then catch another bus, the 48, which comes at 7:15. This is about a 15-20 minute bus ride and I arrive to school around 7:30-7:40ish. I like arriving at that time because I do most of my homework in the morning at school. I have a very planned out morning schedule, however this if often disturbed by my mom. Who always asks me to wait for her. I want to wait for her, but she always takes so long to get ready, and throws my morning schedule off. I hate that. Despite my schedule being ruined I always wait for her. I used to be pissy by my morning schedule being thrown off by her, but I finally accepted it. I no longer care about my morning schedule being ruined. It took me 3 years to be okay with that, but at least now I am.  I think it's because I know next year there will be no more morning commutes with her and I'm just trying to savor the moment now.