When I first met him I hated this kid. He was mean, rude, and ghetto. But I had to admit that he was cute. We always argued but at the end play-fought in the cafeteria. Soon enough I was tripping on this boy. I felt little butterflies in my stomach, and my legs shake so much. I tried to act tough when he was around, I didn't really want to express my emotions... It felt weird. We were something together. This boy was and will always be so special to me, but things did not work out. Our personalities were to similar and crashed.
About a year later we got back together and once again our relationship failed. A couple weeks later he left back to Chicago. Since then i never saw him again...
Thursday, December 1, 2011
2nd Quarter Blooging : Blog #7
The day I found out about Maddie's Stone's death I couldn't belive it. Some one that close to me is gone. I would never see her again. I wont ever hear her voice again. She's gone. I lacked sleep and instead I recalled on all the good times we had together. I loved her a lot and just to know that she was gone forever just hurt inside. I didn't know what to do. I rememberd the time me and my other friend Malissa used to make her mad just by playing with her. We laughed about it later and I still do now. I cherished the moments I was with her. Maddie Stone's death has made me realize to cherish every moment with the people I love, because you never know when they will be gone. I am thankful for all of my friends that I love. I'm glad that God put Maddie Stone in my life. She was a good friend to me. Dead or alive I still love her. RIP Maddie. I miss and love you.
Second Quarter Blogging: Blog #3
When I was only about six or seven years old my sister often liked to get me mad, in trouble, or hurt. I clearly remember one winter night walking into her room, and she was calmly sitting on the bed looking down at the candle in her hand, she then sniffed it and looked up at me with a "warm smile" but in that one smile so much pure evil was reflected. It made my skin chill. She called me over and said,
"Smell this candle, its vanilla. Just be careful when you grab it because the side of the container is broken, and you may cut yourself."
So i did as she said and smiled at her. Shelly then told me, "You know what would be cool? If you break the other side of the glass around the candle; just to see what would happen."
I hesitated, but she insisted and I ended up doing what she said. As I crammed the side of the candle in my hand I looked at her scared and she hurried me up. All of a sudden I was cracking the glass in my hand! my heart dropped to my stomach in horror, as I saw the blood stream coming from my hand. I was in so surprised that this had happend and started crying and screaming mega loud. My sister started laughing and covered my mouth and told me how dumb I was to actually do it. She made me scream and cry even harder, I yelled at my mom to come but she hushed me. She then told me that if I told my mom she would want to take me to the hospital and my guts might come out on the way, so just using a napkin and a band-aid would be much better. Shelly also told me that if I told my mom what happend she might get mad and hit me for being so foolish, so the best thing was to say it was an accident, and once again I did as she said with no questions.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Second Quarter Blogging: Blog #2
To start High school I had to get some shots, but i had always detested them. They hurt and its creepy, especially when they withdrawal the blood. It stings so bad and leaves bruises on my skin. I straight up hate it and everytime I go to the doctor, that is my fear.The day I went to go get my physiscal done in the Murphysboro clinic I was about to start crying and I hadn't even been taken into the room yet. My mom looked at me in disbelief. I was already fourteen -about to be fifteen, and still scared of shots, worse than a four of five year old child. I didn't care, I wasn't about to hide my feelings, I was greatly panicking at the thought of the four shots I was about to get. I kept on shaking my foot, popping my fingers, and swishing aroud the labret stud.
I had gotten into the habbit of moving my piercing stud front an back. It was very intertaining but I loosened it up very easily all the time, so I was trying to stop that. Although, every once in a while I would catch myself doing it once again. Especially when I was nervous, which was what I was now doing.
When I walked into the doctors office I didn't even want to listen, I was just thinking about the shots I was going to get. As the nurse stood up and prepared the materials to poke my poor self, I just wanted to push her and run away, but I knew it wouldn't be a good idea. I looked down at my phone and realized I had a text from my best friend T.J. he seemed to be in a good mood. I replied to his mesage by telling him about the way I felt for the shots. As I texted my eyes filled up with tears and my eyesight got blurry -I was crying. When my buddy, T.j. texted back he had a very good question for me, and it said,
"Kari, how did you get a piercing if you are so scared of needles and things like that going in your skin? Also, insn't the piercing more painful than the little shot?"
Okay, I pretty much felt stupid. He was more than right, I had never thought of that before. Then POW, the needle was in, I looked at the nurse and asked her if she thought it would hurt a lot. By the time she said a little the needle was out. It felt less than a little pinch to me. I couldn't believe how foolish I had been all this time, worring myself and majorly freaking out for that!
My tears and emotions for shots where insignificant in fact, but I had now atleast lost the fear for needles... Or maybe I had since before, without even knowing.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Second Quarter King of the Mild Frontier Blog#1
Even as a Young child, Chris' temper would set off like fireworks. Describe a time when your temper got the best of you. Were there consequences for you actions?
As a little kid i was usually the calm one, and the youngest one at home. I was use to always having the attention.
As my brother started getting older and dating I didn't really appreciate his girlfriends comming over. There one once girl in specific I hated, her name was Yasmin. She thought she was all cute, and liked hating on me in indirect ways. She was just the most annoying thing in the world. Every day she would come home with my brother, and stay for dinner. Then, as soon as she left she started texting him, calling him, or if that didn't work she would e-mail him.
I felt so annoyed when I was in the middle of a conversation with my brother and she all of a sudden called, or if we had plans she would show up.
One day I just got straight up tired of her, and when she called my brother he left to the room to talk to her. I yelled at him for leaving in the middle of our conversation, but he just smiled and looked down, but still left me there, talking to myself.
I thought of something to do to him, but it was hard. I usually didn't do mean stuff to him, we were to close, but I also wanted him to stop dumping his little sister for a girl who was a major annoyance to me. That's when I remembered about the fire extinguisher...
In a matter of few seconds I already had it in my hands and I was preparing for the attack, and fixed myself in a diagonal position under the door.
When I was spraying it, all I did was yell out loud, "Fire in the house!".
In less than three seconds my big brother was already outside of the bedroom, the phone still in his left hand. He was so scared, and asked me why I would do such a thing. All I told him is it was his fault for not watching me properly and talking on the phone with short stuff so much.
He cleaned up the mess himself and had to explain to my parents it was all an accident and I had just confused the extinguisher with the air freshener... it was a big lie, but it worked. For all of us, my parents, him, and me cause I got what I wanted. He stopped randomly leaving.
As a little kid i was usually the calm one, and the youngest one at home. I was use to always having the attention.
As my brother started getting older and dating I didn't really appreciate his girlfriends comming over. There one once girl in specific I hated, her name was Yasmin. She thought she was all cute, and liked hating on me in indirect ways. She was just the most annoying thing in the world. Every day she would come home with my brother, and stay for dinner. Then, as soon as she left she started texting him, calling him, or if that didn't work she would e-mail him.
I felt so annoyed when I was in the middle of a conversation with my brother and she all of a sudden called, or if we had plans she would show up.
One day I just got straight up tired of her, and when she called my brother he left to the room to talk to her. I yelled at him for leaving in the middle of our conversation, but he just smiled and looked down, but still left me there, talking to myself.
I thought of something to do to him, but it was hard. I usually didn't do mean stuff to him, we were to close, but I also wanted him to stop dumping his little sister for a girl who was a major annoyance to me. That's when I remembered about the fire extinguisher...
In a matter of few seconds I already had it in my hands and I was preparing for the attack, and fixed myself in a diagonal position under the door.
When I was spraying it, all I did was yell out loud, "Fire in the house!".
In less than three seconds my big brother was already outside of the bedroom, the phone still in his left hand. He was so scared, and asked me why I would do such a thing. All I told him is it was his fault for not watching me properly and talking on the phone with short stuff so much.
He cleaned up the mess himself and had to explain to my parents it was all an accident and I had just confused the extinguisher with the air freshener... it was a big lie, but it worked. For all of us, my parents, him, and me cause I got what I wanted. He stopped randomly leaving.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
2nd Quarter Blogging starts: King of the Mild Frontier
In my first quarter I didn't do so hot. I think that the Blogs that I actually did do were not so bad, but I do know and realize I could have done much better if I had really and truly tried. I know for a fact that I could have and should have shown more effort and care about the blogs. I don't think that I really concentrated that much on my work. I also didn't finish my final project (all the blogs together and animo) and I know that lowered my grade a lot.
This time I want to work harder and finish my blogging on time to raise my grade up. I think that doing the blogging and everybody reading the same book is a good idea. First off, we have already done blogging before and I think it would now be a little easier because we know what it is that we are doing and how the points and grading works, also how it can effect our grades either positively or negative depending on how much effort we put to it.
I think that this book sounds a little weird. From what I read it is about an awkward man's childhood. It talks about him still acting inmature and embarising even though he is already in his mid thirty's. It also tells about all the little things this man did throughout his life and what he messed up with his fits. He acted or still acts like when he was two years old.
This time I want to work harder and finish my blogging on time to raise my grade up. I think that doing the blogging and everybody reading the same book is a good idea. First off, we have already done blogging before and I think it would now be a little easier because we know what it is that we are doing and how the points and grading works, also how it can effect our grades either positively or negative depending on how much effort we put to it.
I think that this book sounds a little weird. From what I read it is about an awkward man's childhood. It talks about him still acting inmature and embarising even though he is already in his mid thirty's. It also tells about all the little things this man did throughout his life and what he messed up with his fits. He acted or still acts like when he was two years old.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Blog Entry #5
Litterary Elements
Setting: Where the stuff in the story happens/ takes place.- The story starts in Alaska. Kip starts living at the place for juvenille delicuents after he burns Bobby. After he is released he lives in Indiana and Texas.
Tone: What the author in the story trys to reflect and how he makes it sound like.- I think the author trys to make people feel like kip really is a good person deep inside. It sounds like he is being honest about how much he regrets killing Bobby.
Protagonist: The main character in the story, what it all revolves around.- Kip is the main character in this book.
Antagonist: The person or thing that complicates things and makes the story interesting.- Kip is his own antagonist. He won't forget himself for what he did. He trys to destroy his own happiness.
Theme: It is the message or moral of the story.- I think it is that people can sometimes make mistakes that make them seem like monsters but in the end we can all regret and try to fix the past. You can't always judge someone for their past.
Setting: Where the stuff in the story happens/ takes place.- The story starts in Alaska. Kip starts living at the place for juvenille delicuents after he burns Bobby. After he is released he lives in Indiana and Texas.
Tone: What the author in the story trys to reflect and how he makes it sound like.- I think the author trys to make people feel like kip really is a good person deep inside. It sounds like he is being honest about how much he regrets killing Bobby.
Protagonist: The main character in the story, what it all revolves around.- Kip is the main character in this book.
Antagonist: The person or thing that complicates things and makes the story interesting.- Kip is his own antagonist. He won't forget himself for what he did. He trys to destroy his own happiness.
Theme: It is the message or moral of the story.- I think it is that people can sometimes make mistakes that make them seem like monsters but in the end we can all regret and try to fix the past. You can't always judge someone for their past.
Blog #4
My Comments
@ Marcus Burton: Good job Marcus, I liked your blog. When I first heard about this book I honestly did not think it was very interesting in the least bit. I hope it ends up having the suspense you are waiting/looking for. Although I have to admit the main character from your story does seem kind of interesting. I hope you don't get too many bad ideas from the book.
@ Chardonnay Bennett: Hi Chardonnay, I'm glad we have the same English class. My teacher is also Ms. Hayes and I am also a Freshmen. You sound like a friendly person. Your book seems to be pretty interesting. Your grammar seems good and I like the way you wrapped things up in your blog. I also like how you didn't write too much but filled your paragraph with information.
@ Iman Ibrahim: Iman, I am in the same English class as you. The book you are reading sounds really good. I like what you wrote about it. It really got my attention. What was the name of the drug the girl used? I would like to know that, it sounds pretty interesting. I agree with you in everything you said in your opinion. Good job,
@ Marcus Burton: Good job Marcus, I liked your blog. When I first heard about this book I honestly did not think it was very interesting in the least bit. I hope it ends up having the suspense you are waiting/looking for. Although I have to admit the main character from your story does seem kind of interesting. I hope you don't get too many bad ideas from the book.
@ Chardonnay Bennett: Hi Chardonnay, I'm glad we have the same English class. My teacher is also Ms. Hayes and I am also a Freshmen. You sound like a friendly person. Your book seems to be pretty interesting. Your grammar seems good and I like the way you wrapped things up in your blog. I also like how you didn't write too much but filled your paragraph with information.
@ Iman Ibrahim: Iman, I am in the same English class as you. The book you are reading sounds really good. I like what you wrote about it. It really got my attention. What was the name of the drug the girl used? I would like to know that, it sounds pretty interesting. I agree with you in everything you said in your opinion. Good job,
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Blog Entry #2
Alaska,
Kip's Mom died of cancer.
Bobby's present...
The flames that killed Bobby,
The Loon Platoon, as the Nurses called the boys.
Wild E. Coyote helped Kip remember.
What Wade is called by Dave
Wade felt like a plucked chicken without his clothes.
Coach's rubber boots, Wade wore.The beach house in Texas
Friday, August 26, 2011
RIGHT BEHIND YOU
I am Kary Ostos, a Freshmen attending Carbondale Community Highschool, and in Ms. Hayes English class. Currently I am reading the book Right Behind You by Gail Giles. I choose this book, because when Ms.Parton was introducing it to us it called my attention the most. She talked about a nine year old boy whose mother died of cancer recently and his aunt and father where fighting for his custody. This boy named Kip in a moment of anger killed a seven year old child who was his neighbor... The name of the seven year old was Bobby Clarke and that day for his birthday his mother bought him a beautiful baseball glove that he went to go brag at Kip's house. Kip was getting very frustrated by Bobby and told him to go back home, but Bobby wouldn't listen. He even told Kip "You're just mad 'cause you are too poor to have a glove. You don't even have a mom to give you one."
Kip wanted to ruin the birthday glove and without even thinking he threw a bucket of gasoline on Bobby Clarke and the flickered lighter on him. Right then Bobby caught on fire.
Kip wanted to ruin the birthday glove and without even thinking he threw a bucket of gasoline on Bobby Clarke and the flickered lighter on him. Right then Bobby caught on fire.
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