Thing i hate the most

Has your teacher ever called you up to present a paper or project in front of the whole class!.

Well I have and it sucks. Walking to the front of the class, heart pounding, and body shaking. Thinking

to yourself don’t mess up or everyone will laugh at you. If you haven’t been called up to the front of the

class lucky you, I have and these are the feelings I get every time the teacher calls me up to read a

paper or present a project.

A few examples why I hate reading or show papers to the class is because I have dyslexia and

don’t read well out loud. Also I get very shaky and nervous when I read out loud to a class. Which

cause me to studier on words and make myself look like an idiot in front of the class.

Another reason why I hate reading to the class is because I hate walking up to that chair in the

front of the class, and sitting there in front of the class trying to read a page from a book or a paper I

wrote. That feeling is the worst, studering, and spitting out words trying to get it over with, thinking to

yourself are they laughing or thinking WOW look who can’t read.

Now that you have read my paper I want you think have you ever seen this before or have you

ever felt like this before. Go back and think about when you stood up, or walked to the front of the class reading your paper trying so hard not to stumble over your word’s, and trying not to think about

other kids laughing. Next time just read as best as you can.

Dirt bikes

What’s the most exciting thing have you ever done and will never get tired of doing? For me, dirt biking is the answer! They are like bikes but better because you do not have to pedal. Also if you think about it, it’s like a car . It drives when you press the pedal. The motor is just remarkable, all the pipes and wires all have to do something so the dirt bike can run. All you have to do is shift gears up and down it just that simple. To keep in running, all you have to do is add gas and do maintenance. If you never rode a dirt bike you should start with a weaker dirt bike and then when you get used to it, you can ride a powerful one and have more fun. Dirt bikes are better than ATV’s because with dirt bikes you could drive in thick woods. ATV’s, are more for hunting or sand dunes. Either way you have to always wear a helmet for safety. When you get on the dirt bike, you grab the handle bars and get your legs tight on the shift lever. Your heart starts pumping really hard and your adrenaline rushes while you wait till it heats up. You can feel the cold breeze on your face, and sometimes it even becomes a little scary. As soon as you’re done with the trail you get off the dirt bike and stretch. In the end, when you get home you have to wash it, but it’s all worth it!

Not Your Average Snack

When I'm hungry, there's one thing I always look to. Granola bars.

Just looking at their golden deliciousness of oats and honey, and whatever someone decides to put in them, could make anyone's heart melt like chocolate chips in a sneaky child's hand.

The crunchy, yet soft texture of them make me skip around the kitchen while eating my splenderific snack.

The mix of flavors in granola bars is astounding! Who knows what to expect from a granola bar? Chewy craisins? Sticky caramel? Melty chocolate? Creamy peanut butter? The possibilities are endless!

My favorite part of taking long walks, is tearing the wrapper off a granola bar, and smelling the mouthwatering honey mixed with the fresh scent of pine, because I know no matter how long the walk, I won't ever have to worry about being hungry or without energy.

With granola bars around, there will never be a reason to eat plain, icky trail mix again!

my spin on washers

Washer
What do you love? I love this magical machine. It goes round in circles. If you don’t know it is a washer. Have you ever watched your close be washed? I have it was awesome it was like a circle of great smelling objects. Why do I like washers? I like washers because they can make you smell good. My favorite washer is the 5 rinse cycle because is spends five different ways. I also like it because you load it from the front not the top. When you get board you can throw a load in and watch it wash. I have tried to watch a dryer but they aren’t as amazing because they don’t give off the great tide scent that makes the washer so much more amusing. So if you get some money and want something to keep you entertained buy a five-rinse cycle washer. If you don’t you’ll be sorry.

Judgements

Judgements are like the cold shock of drowning it wraps around my mind and body and shakes me till I can't breath. My mind goes blank like a black board being erased, My feelings get hurt like being slapped. When I recover after being pulled out of the water onto the shore. I shake like a small tree and ball my fists, my eyes go black with darkness it changes the sweet person i am into a defencive person. The world slows and my brain scatters. I go and confront what ever person i need to, to get the issue resolved and avoid any traces of drama. When and if everything gets resolved i will avoid or befriend that person.

Oranges

Oranges are my favorite fruit. An oranges name tells what
color it is, orange. The peel of an orange is oranger than the fruit beneath
it. The peel is bitten and hard to chew. But the inside is sweet and easy to
chew. Sometimes there are seeds in them that you got to spit out or swallow.
Oranges are made into juice and some candies taste like oranges. An orange is a sphere shaped fruit it smells citrus. It comes already into little pieces that
that you just have to peel apart from each other and eat separately. An oranges peel has a rough texture and the inside has a bumpy texture.

Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder

I look forward to it every year. The dazzling lights, the memories it brings. Nothing compares to the beauty of my tree. It's the same every year, a small plastic tree, no taller then a fourth grader. We can never buy a real tree because of my family's allergies, but I like it that way. I never have to watch a perfect tree get shredded into smithereens, I only have to pack it up and say "Goodbye till next year."

It pales in comparison to the elegant trees in fancy hotel, or even my neighbors, but it's wonderful in it's own way. My tree has bendable branches, that my siblings and I would maneuver so it could house our nativity. The branches tend to bend downwards, due to the overwhelming amount of ornaments we pile on it.

Some years we put a toy train set under it that my grandparents gifted to my family when I was very young. But, my parents didn't want us to believe in him, hence the reason it made a seldom appearance.

My tree may be shedding, it's tree skirt may be worn, and it's ornaments may be mis-matched and tacky. But nothing compares to the beauty of my tree.

Death trap you don't want to stop riding.

The screams from the people in the ride pierce your ears like a course of high pitch whistles. The long wait is agonizingly slow, and the ice cold breeze doesn’t help your nerves. The click of the safety bar tells you that you are locked in a death trap. You can almost smell the fear in the air as you go up at a pace slower than a drowsy turtle. You can taste the horror of the thousands before you as you reach the top. For a moment your heart stops as you look down at the million mile drop. Then you go down as fast as a jack rabbit in a motorcycle being chased by cops. You can see blurred images coming at you at 100 miles an hour; hear high pitched screams of the little girls as you go upside down. At the top of the loop, you feel gravity shut off complete. Then turns are as fast as jet airplane, every time you go around one, you almost slide right out of your seat. The bumps are like a ATV ride in a jungle. As the ride stops, you can’t wait to go on the rollercoaster again.

Paintball

“Go!” shouts the ref. I run and slide into cover behind a tarp grass stains magically appearing on my pant legs. A loud thump comes from the other side of the tarp. The first shot of the game. These first few moments of the epic game of paintball can decide who wins and who loses. Although this game is not for the faint of heart it is still one of the most fun things ever. The popping sound of guns, the crying of wimps that got shot more than once all these sounds contribute to paintball’s remake of war. On the battlefield you realize it’s shoot or be shot as that little tingle of adrenaline heightens your senses and makes everything slow down to a crawl and gives you all the time in the world. The strange taste of paint from the last match where you got shot in the mouth of your mask makes you spit it out and thirst for vengeance. After seeing that one guy run to a log you charge always keeping a good sense of what’s behind you. Finally, you come up behind him and shoot him to the ground. Feeling awesome you walk away knowing that you just won the game.

Baseball

Baseball is an American past time. Baseball is a part of me. Without it my life would be so boring. Baseball my be boring to the people who think, who wants to watch people hitting balls with sticks? There's so much more to baseball than just hitting balls. The sight of the field when you go to your first game. The thousands of seats that will all too soon be taken. The sight of the home team warming up on the field. Watching all those fans, who have this one thing in common with you, bring the stadium to life. The first time you high-five your favorite teams mascot. The first home-run ball you catch with your dad. The aroma of all the food stands. The sound of all the little kids amazement when the game first starts. The mouthwatering taste of that delicious ballpark frank. The nachos, peanuts,sunflower seed, and lemonade all have a part in making your experience memorable. So you see, baseball is way more than just hitting a ball with a stick. It's all the little things that go along with that that make it unforgettable. Agree with me or disagree with me whatever floats your boat. But atleast go to one game and experience everything before you turn down baseball.

What I HATE!

That horrid taste floods my mouth and entirely covers every tastebud.

Even the smell,which at times can be enticing, provokes nausea at the first whiff.As soon as my brain registers the origin of the stench, my stomach turns.I will never appreciate hamburgers as most of society does. The very thought induces the feeling of hatred.I loathe every element of a hamburger. The pickles cause me to think of a shriveled up old woman. And the onions are the worst, the texture is like a crunchy worm. Why would some one want to eat something that when cut, causes you to cry? People ask me if I am a vegetarian after learning that I don't eat hamburgers.But, I am not. Throught* my life I have strongly disliked burgers. I believe the origin of this hatred comes from when I was a small child and was made to eat the rest of my hamburger from McDonalds. The main problem with this was that the onions on it were shaved very small and were virtually impossible to remove...My mother wouldn't let me not finish it. You will never catch me eating a hamburger especially not from a fast food place. It doesn't matter to me what your opinion is of a hamburger... but I... I will forever loathe them.

Reese's

            The smooth whipped peanut butter filling is the perfect match for the hard milk chocolate shell. Nothing is better than a Reese's. Their divine flavor makes them irresistible. Right when I feel the crunch of the outer layer and my teeth sink into the creamy filling its like I took a flight to paradise.

Other chocolate peanut butter products such as ice cream, which is usually way too cold, or chocolate peanut butter cake, which takes forever to make, have disadvantages. Not Reese’s. Reese’s have the perfect combination of the two flavors at my finger tips whenever I please. It is a beautiful thing.

Also, for those special occasions when I am in the mood for the inconvenience of ice cream Reese’s miniatures are the most excellent topping for a superb dessert. Just a scoop of velvety vanilla ice cream topped with rich Reese’s cups gets me every time. I can’t say no.

All in all, I think Reese’s peanut butter cups are the best candy in the world. They are for sure the prime candy of their time. So go ahead, you know you want to, indulge in one of these delicious sweet treats. I know I would if I had one right now.

Creation

As the fog lifted, the brilliant blue sky shifted into place. An icy chill swept up my sleeves. Shading my eyes from the blazing sun, I paused in the snow to gaze at the beauty around me. A picture perfect panorama opened when I slid off the lift. Staring up at the mountain it seems to be of solid gold, as the yellow sun gleamed on the snow. Pink, purple, and orange were painted across the sky.

We live in a beautiful world. When skiing I get a brilliant perspective of beauty. Sadly, skiers and snowboarders hurry off down the mountain ignoring the awesome creation around them. It sometimes takes another person to open our eyes to the greatness around us. The unique snowflakes that are never the same, or rain drops on leaves are magnificent to see. Going outside is like looking at a painter’s creation. I must not forget to stop and observe this exquisiteness.

Books

I Love books! They are the coolest thing throught the universe. If books are written well they can be as delicious as a giant Crème Brule’ and you have the spoon. I think you can hear the characters voice, see the characters talking, and have the characters thoughts and feelings if it’s written well.

                Books, I think, can become something wonderful if you just look and listen to them.  When I have to stop reading it takes a few minutes for me to be pulled out of the world in which I traveled to; whether it be the distance future, past, or a completely other world. Books can completely captivate you depending on how you look at them.

                Sometimes the author has written the characters so ingeniously that it feels as if you are the character and you feel his/her emotions and can truly tell what that person is going through. That’s why it takes me a few minutes to escape a book if it’s well written because you (or at least for me) in a sense take on that persons personality

                          My Uncle once told me (since he wasn’t really a reader) that “ If you’re a movie fan then the book ruins the movie.” I don’t believe that unless the movie came first then the movie ruins the book. Plus it also adds to the movie in some ways because for me I like to see what the producer changed or took out.

                In all cases, I just really love books. They are, in my opinion, better then movies and even better the video games because if the author is good they can dig in deep and really bring you to another world. Books are one of the treasures of the world and should not be forsaken…

Yes But...

I find it exceedingly frustrating when I’m in a conversation and somebody replies with a “yes but…” statement. Nothing is quite as annoying as having all of your points contradicted. I understand that they are “just trying to give their point of view” but sometimes I’m just not in the mood to feel inferior to their “superior” points.

Throught* my life, I’ve met plenty of people who feel smarter then everyone else, they also feel the need to broadcast that to the whole world. Some people do this by attempting to sound smart when they talk, some by talking about how much they “love calculus”, some by extending the class by asking the teacher insane questions but in my mind, the most annoying is using “yes but…” statements in every conversation.

As everyone knows, you can never be right with these types of people. There is always a contradiction or something wrong with what you said (weather you are right or not.) I don’t recall ever meeting someone who enjoyed being wrong, it’s just not how the human brain works. It totally “cramps my style” when “yes but…” statements are the only replies I get in a conversation. The end.

Golden Perfection

Why are they called French fries if they weren’t made in France? It doesn’t matter whether the French people or Vietnamese people invented them, I will always love French friends throught my life. I will only eat at fast food places with satisfaction if I can order a large fry. The sparkling salt, glistening on the golden, thin, cooked to perfection potato, being held in your hand is heaven on earth. I love the floppy ones, that almost look like they are made of rubber, because they are juicy throught their core. I would long to travel, not to see sights, not to meet people there, but to taste their pride and joy all put into a single French Fry.

Of burgers...and pickles

They're always there to ruin my burgers. I can't stand them. Just when you take that first magical bite of delicious meat and cheese, oftentimes there's a renegade crunch, a rebel spike of bitter wrongness that sours the otherwise sweet oblivion of murdered meat in my mouth. My wife eats them, with—pun intended—relish, so if she's with me, I dissect my burger and give them to her, and in return sometimes she gives me her onions. Honestly, in the store they look like turds in a jar. I don't get it. Hold the pickle please.