I'm College Bound

I was pleased with my grade point average and I'm hoping I can keep it up through my years in high school in order to get into the colleges I would love to apply to. I would say I was just over all excited and proud of myself. I learned that in order to be accepted into one of the schools I would like to go I have to be involved in a lot of activities throughout my high school years. I would also have to keep up my SAT scores and GPA. Im going to stay focused and if I seem to slip and fall behind anytime during my high school year I'll stay after school to study to keep my grades up. And I will be tutored on what I'm falling behing in and work my hardest to strive to become better at it.

Sensory Writing: Touch

My heart began to thump as I await this object. My adrenaline began to quicken at a extreme fast paste. I become num and as I pause and listen to my surrounding I get even more nervous than I already was. The screams and laughing from the creatures that await the object just as I am doing. I could sense the object becoming closer and closer and the shushing from the now impatient teacher. My eyes began to water under the musty red blind fold and I already know in my mind my mascara is going to run any minute now.


I shiver as a burning sensation scent of pepermint gum finds its way up my nostrils. I then began to twitch a bit. The object has finally stood before me. Im being directed into what feels like a cold glass jar. My fingers freeze up and go num for about five seconds as I feel around freezing slime. Like cold hair gel.

Sound is Art

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The sound of whispers the callings from big species and tweets from baby birds. The rattling of plants and twigs and possibly even rattle snakes. The sound of slicing through thick raw meat and the crys for survival. The beating, crushing, and tearing as if theres something being murdered right then and there. Extreme paper bag grumbles, sharp stone, and powerful rain drops thumping on the damp dirt as if a storm is beginning to form. Scary but never quiet rainforest like talking trees that seem to want to grab you as you walk by.

The worshiping of godly creatures that rome through the midnight. The annoying whisles of owls or even human beings, and flying insects that look like fairies, ginormous foot steps and leaking faucets that havent been shut off completely. And the constant banging on a hard wooden door that doesn't seem to want to end. The sound of nuts trying to be cracked into. The pulling of many rubber bands all at once. I enjoy the natural sound of nature and it's everyday life of things we normally don't get to hear all the time.

Mexican White Boy Part 3

I think I could relate to "mexican boy among the white kids and a white boy among the Mexicans." When I started my first day of 8th grade at High Tech Middle Media Arts I felt very uncomfortable. I felt like a white girl among the black kids and a black girl among the white kids. Everything seemed different. My black friends would joke around and call me white washed by the way I talk. But everytime I would get around the white kids, they would look to me as another loud black girl by who i hung out with. So I think I can relate to Danny and understand where he's coming from. And to this day I still feel like I don't fit in or belong.

Mexican White Boy Part 2

I think Uno feels bad for what he's done, knowing it was an accident and all. I feel like Uno finally has realized that Danny has some tough people in his family and yes he may seem like the outsider and the shy one for now but his family has his back one hundred percent. Also, I think that Uno honestly looks up to Danny by the way he acts. He's watching his every move, maybe thinking that he's not all that bad of a guy after all. I believe Uno will one day have the guts to tell Danny how he feels because deep down inside Uno thinks Danny's not that bad knowing he didn't snitch on him about the situation to his uncle.

I think he has a easier time in front of the National City boys because he's trying so hard to be like them and trying to just fit in with the crowd. I also think that the more he hangs around with them the more he's going to try to become more mexican than he already is like the rest of his family and Sophe's friends. He wants to be just like the mexican his father wanted him to be so that when he finds his father he will be proud of him and happy.

Mexican White Boy Part 1

I think Uno was mad about Manny getting hit with the bat but I also felt he was mad about something else leading up to Manny getting hit. I believe that Uno always looked to himself as the big and bad one but once he saw the way Danny could swing the bat the first time tension began to form. The second time he began to become shocked but angry at Danny's comebacks to the fast balls that we're being thrown to him. The fact that Manny got hit with the bat made Uno more upset then he already was. It was his brother and even though it was an accident Uno still took it out on Danny which I think had to do with jealousy.

WHO AM I?

I am Me! I believe that I can make many friends but I choose not to. I'm loving, caring, respectful, and sometimes shy. I'm a strong beautiful young lady as my grandmother alwasy told me and as I will always believe. Shopping, writing, drawing, that's me. I absolutely love to express myself in many different ways and one day you will see for youself, just get to know me. I'm a butterfly. Everyday I grow. I believe I'm in the stage of growing the wings to my body, beginning to be free and fly away. I'm finally realizing that I'm growing up extremely fast and I'm not mommys little girl anymore. I think I still have some work on my antennas but I'll get there.

So, I'm a human. I make mistakes so please forgive me because I'm just going to do it again. I've learned that I try to please people but theres no need for it, what's the point? It's my life! I'm independent and depend on nobody but me, myself, and I. I'm living my life to the fullest with no regrets nor looking back. So please just take me for who I am.