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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.

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.

Mi nombre es Aaron. Tengo 15 años. Soy bastante comico. Por lo tanto soy sociable. Es por eso que casi nunco participar activamenta en la clase. También, soy talentoso.

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 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. 
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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.

my lungs fail at life. So I just take my meds & sleep until they decided to want to work for me again. 

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.

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.

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.

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.” 

In this podcast, two teenagers talk about their experience in a holding cell. They explain why they were put in a holding cell, how being in the holding cell was, and what their consequences were afterwards. Take a listen!

Me: hi


Me: skip

Maya: :S

Me: most of them will be at NHD

Maya: oh my

Me: hopefully lena will take over

Maya: lol


Maya: lmao

Me: there's an example solution in there

Me: i think those will help if we get stuck

*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*

"Im nt gonna b on here no more nd I'm srry. I jus cnt talk 2 u anymore" 

"So I've been thinking about this a lot recently.  Sometimes when I get all, you know, and then I'm like that. It's really weird because then yeah.  And you know how it is.  It's kind of like that, but not quite and really more, yeah. I don't know what to do.  What do you think?"

"I have no idea what you just said."

"Oh. I guess I should work on my articulation.    

"So I've been thinking about this a lot recently.  Sometimes when I get all, you know, and then I'm like that. It's really weird because then yeah.  And you know how it is.  It's kind of like that, but not quite and really more, yeah. I don't know what to do.  What do you think?"

"I have no idea what you just said."

"Oh. I guess I should work on my articulation.    

"Ooo can I try?" I say jumping like a jack rabbit on crack


"Here, you know how to do it?" Josh says handing me the remote


"No" I say still hopping

He gives me directions

"Okay I think I got it...ahh why did he shoot me!?"

"Because that's what they do"

"Ugh"

5 minutes and 8 deaths later

"Yay I finally got em'!"

"Ummm, Pookie, he was on your team"