My true hero would have to be my mom. She has taught me all i need to know to make it through life, besides school. She has brought me into this world. She has suffered for me. She sacrificed time to just be with me. She has given me the love a mother has to offer and more. She has taught me right from wrong. And so much more. She has been there for me whenever I needed her, and she has protected me a lot. She also taught me many cool things along the way. She taught me to work hard to get great rewards. I believe she has taught me enough. I owe her a lot. Thank you, Mom.

Ulises Perez

I find the shades of day very bueatiful. It’s not a color but it should be. All I see in this picture is morning blue in Lindau. It brings a sense of fresh water and a new beginning. It’s an image that is a reason to wake up. Which brings me to my next color. Brown.The shade of fresh coffee is a fast and warm touch to your shades of day. It’s another bueatiful color and it definetly leads us to the next color. Orange with a pinch of pink.

This beautiful image of the sun rising brings me the sense of yawning and relief. A sense of no worries and that nothing can go wrong going confident to wherever you plan to go that day. I go that day.

I wish I would’ve known about this earlier, so I would have participated in it. But I think that they should make it, instead of once a year, they should make it once a week or something like that. At least twice a month. that would be even better for the earth. The U.S. can go without electricity for more than one hour a month, I’m sure of that. It’s sad how fast this planet is falling apart. The whole cleaning up organization that I was trying to organize will actually have to start in the summer because I have no time anymore to do anything while school is going on right now.

The Iron Giant Podcast

Yo hey my skin color is brown and I like to get around

I hail from L.A. and that’s all I have to say

I wanna go sky diving while playing my guitar with the whole band. My drummer trying to play while the drum set falls apart. That would be the craziest music video and the craziest entrance to a concert. I can’t wait to actually do that.

I would also love to buy a really big old building (like that one building in London, or a building longer than that), that nobody wants, and that’s pretty far away from anywhere, so I can fill it with truck loads of fireworks and dynamite. YES!!! I WANT TO SEE THIS BUILDING BLOW!!! Every room would be filled with explosives.
The last of the three things that I want to do the most is to visit the world in an old Harley Davidson motorcycle. I already have my hat ready for the trip. Now, I just need to get the goggles, the bike, and the helmet and money to actually get to spend on the world.

There’s a lot more I want to do before I die, but these are just the top three things I want to do.

“Speak” definitely got my attention. The title sounded interesting, and it it turned out to be a sad story about a girl who was an outcast and that no one wanted to be her friend. It’s sad. Miranda also talks about her depression and what this freshman has to go through. She did have a friends, but they left her for reasons I probably didn’t catch.

I can kind of relate to this. I found myself as an outcast in middle school. To tell you the truth I told lies about myself to sound cool, but they never worked. After sixth grade I lied less about myself and then I met Jon. Jon and I soon became best friends and we still are. This is where drama started. Well, 8th grade is where drama started and I made enemys and more friends. Today, I’m not sure how they feel about me write now, and they would probably not like me writing about them.

Last but not least, this would seem like a very good book.

I was looking to the ground with a mean, blank stare. Everything was in slow motion; literally. The beat of the music was still playing with time. It was just me controlling my own time. I lifted my head a little more and made eye contact with my partner. We slowly rose with the same movements, with the same expression on our face, and at same time that it almost made it seem as if one of us was the mirror of the other.

I think this is major stuff. I’ve already been affected by this. I’m going eco-friendly now. I’ve been riding my bike instead of taking my mom’s car everywhere. I’m also putting a little group together (opened to anyone that knows me and that wants to join). The group and I will be going around and helping our area be cleaner and jobs that some other people might need help in doing. We really want to clean up this city and show everyone that it takes only one person to make a difference.

I think it’s going to get worse. I really don’t have proof, but my friends have a motto, “Expect the worst and hope for the best”. That’s what we’re doing right now and hopefully, HOPEFULLY it’ll get better because my mom isn’t from here and i just hope that she can keep her job and that we will get to stay here. I also really hope that we show the people that anyone can make a difference and help us teens in helping and making our community a better place.

I guess you could call our little project preparing for the worst. Not only that, but saving money and riding your bikes might do some good. Like Obama said, “If we can change a mind, we can change a community. If we can change a community, we can change a state. If we can change a state, we can change a country. If we can change a country, we can change the world.”. I don’t remember word for word that he said, but it was something like that. And it was what inspired me to do this little project. 

The night was a typical one. It was dark, late, and ours. The street lights and the headlights from my mom’s blue Goe illuminated the road, making the elementary school look dark and spooky as we remained parked in front. I look over at my friend in the passenger seat and asked him if he was ready. “Yeah, dude! Let’s do it!”, he responded with an excited tone and look. We looked around for cops, but we didn’t even see a single car. i was ready.

I stepped on the accelerator. The car started out pretty slow, but it got faster in just seconds. It reached twenty miles per hour, and my heart started to race in my chest. At twenty-five miles per hour my mouth slowly formed into a grin, and my eyes widened slightly. We had now reached thirty…, thirty-five…, and fourty miles per hour. My friend yelled, “Oh my God!”, all of a sudden, with a psyched tone this time.

Suddenly, the idea that we were outlaws came to my mind. We were outlaws undiscovered, and that made me wonder if we might get caught. Then when reality hit me, it was time to make my turn.

I jolted the steering wheel to the right, and in those same split seconds I pulled the emergency brake. I could feel my body drift with the car. I could feel my blood move from one side of my body to the other and our car swiftly and smoothly gliding over the road. The inertia made the perfect delivery of my weight, feeling as if someone would have walked right through me. Then before I realized it, reality hit me again as the car quaked into a stop. But I had done it. I made my first one-eighty turn in a car, and it was perfect.

Then the stillness made me feel weightless, and I could hear my heart thump so loud that I could hear it in my head. And with a quick shake of my head and a smile to my friend’s laughter, we drove back the way we came to go finish the night off.

Cole’s Memoir