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**There He Stands** The lights were blinding, moving and causing shadows to dance across the wall; almost like the bodies were dancing in the middle of the room and working their way outwards. One couldn’t hear the person standing next to them, the music was ear pounding. The smell of liquor lingered in the air as drunkards consumed more then their fare share of drink. What was the occasion? Simply having fun, nothing else. All people were dancing, talking, or tipping their heads back to take a big gulp. All of them, except one. There he stood the great grandson of Captain. H. C. Wright. This young man was standing by a table at this bountiful party, drinks and food galore. He knew that he shouldn’t be there, it was forbidden for him to be wasting his time like this. He should be walking in his great grandfather’s footsteps, instead of indulging in alcohol and pretty women. Captain H. C. Wright, a very powerful man, had his sights set on capturing Mexico, Arizona, California, Nevada, Utah and other states to show how powerful the confederates were. Alas, his goal wasn’t reached before he passed on.

How did John Wright end up at this party tonight? The stress level at home was driving him to insanity to say the least. There was an annoying feline at his home that would constantly pester him. His wife left over a week ago, leaving him alone and broken with many questions that kept prodding at his mind. One in particular, why? With a cold bottle in his shaky hand, his eyes red around the rims from staying up the night before, he took a swig.

“What’d you think your doin’ here?” John’s dark brown optics slid over to the source of the yell, which was hardly heard over the echoes of the big bands. He replied with a slurred yell, clearly he was beyond the point of being drunk.

“I’ll do what’ver I damn well please!” No-one seemed to notice the two visibly quarreling. They much rather would focus on the women that seemed to sway in perfect timing with the music. Obviously, the lustrous way they swung their hips and dipped to the tunes caught their attention and kept it. It wasn’t until a vase crashed against the back of a petite brunette woman that the music seemed to stop. The loud music was quickly replaced with bangs, yells, crashes and screams. A fight had broken out between two drunken men. This had caused a ripple effect, others picking fights for no reason other than someone else was doing it.

“Stop it! Stop it I tell you!” The friend of the fallen brunette yelled after John, who had just knocked out the opposing man via beer bottle. John, frozen now like a deer caught in the headlights, stared at the woman on the ground then back up at her friend. The room was still full of bickering and screaming. Oh how this party turned on a dime. John took his leave, pushing and shoving bodies out of the way to make it to the front door.

“Get ‘da hell out of m’way!” He stumbled once or twice before hitting his knees in the soft grass of the front yard, now down on all fours. He emptied his stomach of the burning liquor and felt tears sting at his already stinging eyes as he did so. So there he was, the Great Grandson of Capt. H. C. Wright, puking his guts out in front of a mansion. Not quite what one would expect, is it?

When John next awoke, he was somehow in his own front yard, the taste of morning breath in his mouth. Bloodshot eyes cracking open as he gazed upon the small home. The dark haired, fair man forced himself to stand. That damn cat was proudly perched on his front porch swing. He let out growl and ran at the feline, which hissed loudly and darted off. To groggy to chase after the cat, he just sat himself on the swing he had previously run at. The smell of rotting corpses of animals permeated the air, that cat that couldn’t be killed had brought up so many dead skunks and rats and things like that.

“Stupid da-..damn cat.”John had silently burped while speaking. “I hate it, it jus’ needs‘t die.” The short haired feline trotted off towards a dead skunk that lay about twenty feet from the side of the house. Shining, slotted eyes gazed down at the stinky carcass before blinking lazily. The cat pawed at the skunk’s tail in a bored fashion, followed by harshly batting at it. It bite into the still fluffy tail and dragged it off under the house, as if to just anger John further. This action went unnoticed.

John mustered up the strength to walk inside, looking over to a basket he bought from a small girl a few days back. That little girl’s grandmother really loved to tell stories, he recalled staying an extra twenty minutes. That basket used to be full of fish, but now it was filled with fruits. The hung-over male grabbed a fruit and chomped onto it, leaving a large gape were it used to be. After taking another juicy bite, he somehow made it to his bed. He collapsed onto the soft material. There he laid, the Great Grandson of Capt. H. C. Wright, sleeping in a dreamy haze with a pounding headache.

John’s sleep was once again disturbed by his sibling who was knocking hard at his door. “John! Are you okay?!” The female pushed the door open. She had heard about the party last night and how it went horribly wrong. The police were after John now; they say it was his entire fault. In reality, it was the man who came up to John who started it. The brown eyed male let out a groan before looking over to Shelby Wright.

“M’alright.” He spoke against the comforter on his bed, rolling over onto his back after a moment. His gaze seemed to be distant as he stared at the ceiling. Stinging eyes slid shut.

“Go gimme a drink ‘n some pain killers.” John spoke rather hoarsely to the girl. She replied with a frantic voice.

“Th-they’re after you John! The police are gonna take you to jail!” His eyes snapped open then flickered over to her trembling form. She seemed so afraid for him. The blue eyed girl hiccupped softly.

“John.. I don’t want you to go.. I believe you didn’t do it! Please.. Please let’s just get outa here!” She tugged at his arm, but it was to late. The police flooded the small home, tore the screaming girl from John while cuffing him. One officer spoke in a clear voice.

“<span style="font-family: Malgun Gothic,sans-serif;">This man fits the description. Sir, you are going to trial in three days.” A week passed since that moment. His trial was put off at least twice. After the trail finally rolled around, he was accused of being guilty. To many people that attended the party had joined together to bring John down just to save their friend.

<span style="font-family: Malgun Gothic,sans-serif;">He really should have just followed his Great Grandfathers footsteps and not put it off. The door shut together with the jingle of keys and a load click. His ran both hands through his hair and let out a sigh. Foot steps echoed in the hallway as the guard walked away. So there he stands, behind bars. The Great Grandson of Capt. H. C. Wright, in the slammer.

<span style="font-family: Malgun Gothic,sans-serif;">__Kayla Anglin__

~ I liked the Great Gatsby the best: Because the story intrigued me. ~

> __> Natural Science <__

My name is Maria Mooney, and I represent Flatiron Paper Company. We are for the proscribed burning in Lawaposa for these reasons: our company will shut down if the burning does not happen, the entire process will make for a better forest, and the over growth of trees in America is a problem.

Moreover, sensitive species of timberland has been set aside not to be touched. This has caused a lack of availability of logs that can be sent to our company from whish we produce paper. This forces us to lay off workers and will eventually cause us to shut down until the situation improves. Winning the Proscribed Burning Contract could get us through these rough times. If we harvest trees before the proscribed burn then businesses will have an opportunity to use them instead of them being destroyed in the fire. Also, the seeds will have a better chance to germinate after the fire improving the next generation of trees. The ‘fuel’ or underbrush will be eliminated, saving the forest from natural fires. Twenty seven percent more timber is grown than harvested each year. We have to keep to keep practicing good forest management.

These are concrete reasons why you should side with my company.

//**During the lessons on Proscribed burning, I must say I learned quite a bit about the subject.**//


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//I loved this class, I learned a little bit while having a lot of fun. The cow head amazed me, I loved to see all that blood gushing around. Also, I may have been out for the fish but I heard that Logan found a baby fish inside his fish or something like that. I wish I could have been there for that. I'd love to take dissection again, this time with larger things.

~ Spanish Sentences For The Final ~ I want to know why you are leaving this blue pen here because it is very urgent for me to know, please tell me. Quiero saber por que sala esta pluma azul aqui por que es muy urgente para mi saber, por favor me dice.

I must see his mother now, but nobody speaks English here. Tengo que ver su marde ahora, pero nadia habla Ingles aqui.

I am selling the table to you because I do not need it. Te vendo ese mesa por que no nessecito.

I'm selling the house tomorrow because it is red and I do not like it. Vendo la casa manana por que es rojo y no me gutsa.

Why are you not going to buy that green house? Porque va a comprar esta casa verde?

I was waiting for you here, but I left you very soon. Le esparaba aqui, pero lo salias muy pronto.

I'm sorry, but I do not understand you and I do not speak english. Lo siento, pero no le entiendo y me no habla Ingles.

Why are we going to the house tonight, I don't want to because it is not urgent. Por que nos vemos la casa esta noches, no quiero por que no es urgente.

It is necessary for me to sell the yellow coat hanger today. Nessecito para mi vender el gacho amarillo hoy.

I would like to see the orange pillow and blue bed tonight. Me gustaria ver la almohada arananjado y la cama azule esta noches.//


 * ┌**<span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif;">Creative Writing┘

__Mirror Mirror On The Wall__ The atmosphere, It seems so turbulent, It is void of life here, As if it’s intermittent.

Has something changed? It wasn’t this way before, A beast lives here now; angry and fanged, It killed everything, its power is to distort.

It preys on presumptuous actions, Ravenously clicking its teeth at me, The horrible bite missing by a fraction, I want to escape, should I plead?

It speaks incoherently, This feeling, so opposite of bliss, As quick as it came it left, Receding back into the dark abyss.

Left shocked and trembling, I’m paralyzed in fear, I raise my hand and touch the surface, This entire time I’ve been looking in a mirror.

That monster was a reflection, Was it the bad side of me?

The glass shatters, Sending a crack across my face, I’m done, nothing matters, Except getting out of this place.

What for? Why should I try? Should I even come out? Or should I sit here and cry. __Kayla Anglin__

[Social Science] ** Ungrieved and Unforgiven **

“Depression is nourished by a lifetime of ungrieved and unforgiven hurts” The men, woman, and children that had to endure the gravity of the Great Depression should be recognized. It was beyond hurtful during the Great Depression because people lost their homes and jobs;they couldn’t support their families. The Joad family, the family in the //Grapes of Wrath//, suffered the same fate because they were forced to leave their homeland. They had to start all over again. There are many themes in //Grapes of Wrath,// but three particularly eye-catching ones are: Poverty, The American Dream, and the sen of Family.

Poverty was one of the main themes in //Grapes of Wrath//. For instance, they had no farm to bring in money, they were dirt poor. They were forced off their farms because of this, but in truth it was their own fault for depleting the soil. The poverty was so extreme, that children were dying of lack of food because of the dust bowl. The dust bowl lasted a total of eight years. No rain, and soil erosion caused no crops. To make it worse, there was absolutely no government help whatsoever.

There were many problems reflected of the Great Depression in this movie people overcame these problems. This surfaces the theme was hope and the desire for the American Dream. What was the American Dream? It was a striving for a better life, their own land that could not be taken away, better education for their children, more job opportunities, etc. The Joads strived to complete this dream; they stuck it out and got through it no matter how hard it was or how devastating it may have seemed. This symbolized great strength and will power that is envied by many American people today. This will power could also be known as the pioneer spirit.

Lastly, a great sense of family was presented in this movie. This was a main thing that held them together like glue, going through it together as a family and riding it out. This bond between family members was strong to the point that anything could be thrown at them and they would not falter. It was not only the Joad family; it was every family in the Great Depression. A couple of examples would be when the old preacher got killed, and when they were forced to leave. After the former preacher was inured and instantly killed, Tom Joad killed the man that killed the preacher. He was hit back and had a mark on his face, the people went looking for him but the family hid Tom well. Secondly, they all stayed together when they were forced off their land.

The most important things one should gain from watching this movie are: Sense of family, strong will, keeping a positive attitude during the darkest times. Although the main lesson it teaches is the overall strength of family bonds and not giving up even if things are bleak. Depression really is nourished by ungrieved and unforgiven acts. This is reflected through the various tragedies each family was put through which sent them spiraling into the Great Depression.

`*` The things I learned included a lot, I didn't know about the dust bowl. I also didn't know about the cause of the Great Depression, now I do. I am now more aware of what is going on in my world today and have a greater understanding of it. `*`

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//**Math Reflection**// ↕↕↕ //**Math was my weak point, I think now that it has strengthened since I began. Slope was extremely confusing to me, I now understand it much better. Although it could still use some polishing up. I wish to go to the four week intense math course this summer to keep building my skills up, I think it will be a great experience for me.**// //**Thank you Miss Jackson, for the hard work you did to help me; and thanks for putting up with me even when it was hard.**// //**I learned a lot and hope to learn more!**//

→ Strengths ← I learned quite a bit about my self, and have come to understand myself and the way I work. This has contributed well to my school work in many ways, such as my learning strengths. Figuring out that I learn best by physical, aural, and social tactics has helped my understand how to go about learning. My empathy, input, ideation, and intellection are strengths I admire about myself.

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