Yo y victroria

Esta es una foto de Victoria y yo. Victoria es muy trabajadora. Es por eso que todos los días lees y estudia. Victoria tiene un hermano y dos padres. Le gusta ir al tele y ves de compras. Victoria es no es activa. Por lo tanto, dormir y comer. Dormir todos los lunes, martes y jueves.
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Photo on 2011-03-10 at 09.22 #2

Mi familia

Esta es una foto de mi familia. Mi primo menor se llama Elliot. Es muy hablador. Es por eso que cuando tengo tiempo libre habla por teléfono. Mi abuela  se llaman Millicent . Leen mucho y a veces ven la televisión. Mi hermano se llama  Patricio y su esposa se llama Denise. Denise es muy activa. Por lo tanto, siempre hace ejercicio. Corre todos los lunes, martes y jueves. Patricio es perezoso. Nunca trabaja

Familia

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Esta es una foto de mi familia. Me padre se llama Bill gates. Es muy trabajador. Es por eso que todos los días ayuda en casa, cocin
a y cuida a nuestros sobrinos. Mis madre es Maria. Comen muchos. . Por lo tanto, siempre hace ejercicio. Corre todos los lunes, martes y jueves.

Mi Amigo

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Mi amigo sterling perry. Tengo catorce años. Mucho gusto juego baloncesto y escuchan musica.
Soy es bastane divirtida.


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Photo on 2011-02-04 at 09.58 #2

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Mi nombre Kyler Jones. Tengo 12 años. Me encantar dormor y caminar. No me gusta mirar tevo. No me gusta Facebook.Me amor dibujar. No me gusta escuela y trabajamos, es no artístico. Soy muy distraído.
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Photo on 2011-03-10 at 09.19

Story #30

March 7, 2011
Dear Diary,
    I can’t believe he called me in such a panic. Why would he even risk letting anyone know? Its has almost been a year, why now? He knows that my mom could pick up the other phone on the same line at any time. I shouldn’t even have to write in a journal with a lock meant for a locker attached to it. I do what I have to there is no way that anyone could find out about what I did. My life would be over, my mom would never forgive me.
He had the nerve to call me and ask me should we just come clean. I didn’t know what to say to him, I sat there silently for a moment then hung up.
I went above and beyond to avoid him today in school. I cut science class and lunch. I couldn’t see his face or sit next to him knowing that he is thinking about outing the truth.


Jordan Hairston

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¡Hola! Mi nombre es Jordan Hairston. Tengo quince años. Soy muy híper. Por lo tanto practico deportes. Nunca hablo por teléfono. Soy muy creativa. Es por eso que me encanta dibujar. También, me encanta música. Toco el piano y leo música.

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Photo on 2011-02-23 at 18.58 #5

Believe Me

Man I wish I knew. I wish I knew it then. But I won’t let it stop me, you know I’ll be back again. All the mistakes I made, troubles that I live in. It shaped me into the person you see standing here. I wish you knew me. Back when I was young. You can see me and just how far I've come. So don’t judge me. You don’t know me. Please, believe me

You Are...

You are the baking soda to my acid burn.
You are my royal title in this monarchy-less age.
You are the nearby stick to my poo-covered shoe.
You are the French checkbook to my American Revolution.
You are used by me and appeased by metaphors. 

New

I have wanted to be to many places,
To leave and forget myself in time,

Surrounded by unfamiliar faces,
But feel as though I am blind.

To be somewhere that the world embraces,
A height that I could never climb,

And all the memories this city erases,
But leaves me with eternal sublime.





At Least That's What She Thought

​They are in love. At least thats what she thought. She knew that getting into a relationship wasn't the right thing to do, but he made her feel cared for and he made her feel loved. She started to fall. She found someone that she could relate to in all kinds of ways. He was from the same neighborhood, they grew up together but were never that close but because of this they were able to understand each others past. 

She fell for the drunk him. He was funny and talkative, just like her. Danced and had a good time and that s what she loves, anyone that can have a good time. But then when she started to date him she seen the loving and caring sober side of him. She jumped into the relationship. Everything was fine. He loved her and she loved him. But what went wrong? They spent every second that they could together but that wasn't it. 

He drinks but isn't that how she started to fall for him? He drink too much. He becomes obnoxious. No one likes him drunk. They can't understand how she can put up with him. She is blinded by love but sooner or later the drinking had to stop. She no longer liked his drunk side.


They spent the weekend down the shore. She was buzzed he was plastered. He didn't want anything to do with her. She was secretly annoyed. She went her way and he went his. She found her ex and he found more beers. The ex brought back old feelings and the beers began to blur right from wrong. 


They went to bed together. He was drunk and she was confused. Now she didn't want anything to do with him and he wanted to be part of her world. They didn't talk when they got home and when they did, she confronted him about the drinks.

He denied all of it. He doesn't drink that much. He was able to walk. But was he able to judge what he was doing or how he was acting? She continued to tell him how she felt.

They didn't get far. They haven't talked and nothing is the same. He no longer showed how much he loved her. She never told him how much she cared. She questioned their love. They were in love. At least that's what she thought.

3.9

I wish I had amnesia so I could forget what you look like. What you did was wrong in so many ways. But I hated you for something else too. Right then, and at every moment since you left – all I did was think about you. You made me love you in a desperate way. All I wanted was your smell- your arms around me. It was wrong for me to feel that way. That’s what I hated the most.

3.9

I wish I had amnesia so I could forget what you look like. What you did was wrong in so many ways. But I hated you for something else too. Right then, and at every moment since you left – all I did was think about you. You made me love you in a desperate way. All I wanted was your smell- your arms around me. It was wrong for me to feel that way. That’s what I hated the most.

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I always count on the humble, honest rhythm of a workman's hammer to put my mind at ease. That feeling of repetition, of building something bigger than ourselves without having to think about it and without asking for recognition that is so admirable it pales the work of any man with a masters degree in social work. The most beautiful part being that you probably don't even know the extent of what you are doing.You hold the sun on your backs and the world on your shoulders. You can be proud when you read this, but never let it change you because that is what keeps you so beautiful.

In the Black?: The History of Black Operations in the United States - By Michael Dea and Henry Yam

During our brainstorming, we both displayed a high interest in military actions by the United States, some of which are the centers of conspiracy theories due to the lack of information regarding them being released. After realizing the connection, we proposed to study covert operations, commonly known as “black operations” or “black ops” for short, initiated by the United States during war and peace times. Our research was broken up between the two of us. However, once we both gathered our secondary and primary sources, we collaborated on the compilation of the pertinent information that could be found in the sources we were going to use. Once we completed this and wrote up our articles, we had to determine a method of presenting what we learned. After we determined what we were going to create, we first compiled all our articles into a single dossier, housed within the proper Weebly formatting for a website. After this time, we began to add pictures, hyperlinks and other forms of media to our website to help decorate it. We compiled these, for easy access, in a library of photographs.

Our project relates to the NHD theme because it is applicable in both debates and diplomacy. Our project’s topic has two sides one can argue. This, in and of itself, is the very basis of debate. Since it is not a one-way argument, with one person 100% right and the other 100% wrong, it fits into the category of “debatable,” and therefore is applicable to that category of the NHD topic. A definition of “diplomacy” is the “subtly skillful handling of a situation,” according to the wordnetweb.princton.edu site. Therefore, according to this definition, “Black Operations” is a topic that fits nicely into this category. Covert operations classified as “Black Ops” tend to be high-risk and need to be handled with a massive amount of care. Without the care that is used, there could be catastrophic results. Due to this match in definitions, the topic of “Black Ops” is applicable to the NHD topic category of “democracy.” 

Maya and I

Maya: yo robbie

Me: hi

Maya: smh wat r we gonna do tmrw in the physics classes?
Maya: ?!?!
Maya: lol

Me: skip
Me: lol jk

Maya: :S
Maya: lol

Me: most of them will be at NHD
Me: so im not stressing

Maya: oh my

Me: hopefully lena will take over

Maya: lucky u have lena i guess
Maya: lol

Me: she's more of a leader anyway
Me: yyeeahh
Me: i mean idk
Me: i'm just gonna be like
Me: you know what you gotta do
Me: hop to bukaroo
Me: (i'll sound just like ms. lauf)
Me: hahahaha
Me: and answer questions as best i can i guess
Me: they can't get mad at me
Me: and if they do who cares
Me: ok that was not very helpful
Me: did you check your emial? 

Maya: lmao
Maya: damn smh
Maya: haha
Maya: no

Me: there's an example solution in there

Maya: imma find sumthin

Me: yeah
Me: echols e-mailed us
Me: i think those will help if we get stuck

Maya: ok imma look

Random Conversation

*In my own Glee world, then lady hits*
Lady: What you got in your hear?
Me: Excuse me?
Lady: What you got in your hair for it to be like that?
Me(confused): Ummm Nothing...haha
Lady: It's natural?
Me(still confused): Yes...
Lady: Well why can't my hair be like that, haha
Me: Haha(nervouse), I don't know

*Puts head phones back in slowly, still nervously laughing*