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Escribe en español las palabras entre paréntesis.

 

1. (My) …. perro es lindo.   (Mi)

2. (My) … abuelos se llaman Pedro y Marta.      (Mis)

3. (My) … tía se llama Luisa.      (Mi)

4. (Our) … tarea es fácil.          (Nuestra)

5. (Our) … pupitres son cómodos.    (Nuestros)

6. (Our) … profesor es serio.           (Nuestro)

7. (His) … bicileta es roja.        (Su)

8. (His) … madre está en Los Angeles.           (Su)

9. (Her) … bisabuelos son Mexicanos.          (Sus)

10. (Her) … novio es guapo.            (Su)

 

Escribe en español:

 

1. Teresa’s boyfriend (El novio de Teresa)

2. My parents’ house   (La case de pardes)

3. Marta’s friend (girl)        (La amiga de Marta)

4. Rafael’s book                (El libro de Rafael)

Transitions from High school to Adulthood. 

Cold War Research Paper

Annotated Bibliography

-Ian McClendon

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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.  

mask for sell: new, never used. 

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.