Thursday, October 28, 2010

Science has never been my strongest subject, I had tried to apply myself but too often I was discouraged by my inability to understand most of the subject material. For hours I would attempt to engrave the lessons on the stone slate that is my brain. However, I still couldn't grasp fully the lessons set before me, I would get sufficiant grades of B's. Yet this didn't suffice my appetite to actually learn what I was reading.
Finally, when I was a Senior at my High School, I took Natural Systems Science. This class discussed the influences that man kind has had on the planet and how these changes could permanently damage our world forever. The class included biology, earth's science, and the universe that Earth resides within. This class was very comprehensive and for the first time I enjoyed studying Science. However, I attribute this passion to my teacher Mrs. Lilly Yap. She was one of the nicest people I have ever met, which caused her to have a great reputation with the student body as well. She was short in stature but made up for this in her character, her two children were always a distracting subject for the class, rather than covering that day's lesson. Mrs. Yap was fair with everyone and tried to never show favorites, yet was generous with her leniancy on grades as long as you never crossed her. Despite her claim to not have favorites i soon became one, she would often ask how my life was going and what i planned for college. She also wrote one of my letters of recommendation for my Eagle Scout award. Then was also the one to hand me the diploma at graduation, which was a very sentimental moment. We now exchange emails and have had several visits and lunches in each other's company. She is a close friend, as well as one of the most influencial people of my life.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Math Teacher

The teacher that will always be memorable to me was my 11th and 12th grade teacher Mrs. Pink. She was always extra hard on me but it was for my best. Before her class I would just rely on being able to ask my teachers everything. When I got into her class she saw my potential and wouldn’t let me just glide by. Her first test I showed up a little before class and started asking all sort of questions. She just looked at me and said “Good question, but I’m not sure. Maybe you should go look in the book.” That first test I got by but defiantly wasn’t the grade I wanted. After that test Mrs. Pink came to me and said I was one of the brighter students but I didn’t like to put forth effort, and that I need to learn how to answer my own questions. She told me how it would help me in college. I took that message and ran with it. Ever since that I have done great in all classes and truly enjoyed my math classes. It turns out it truly has helped me and on my first college math exam I got an A. I still talk to her and get everyday advice. She is truly a great teacher.

Ms. Lisa Barber

My senior year in high school, I took Honors Chemistry with Ms. Barber. Many didn't like her, and she already knew that. As a matter of fact, the first day of school, I remember her saying that she didn't care if students talked badly about her because the only reason she was hard on us was because she cared, and I really respected her for that. Junior year, when we scheduled for classes, a lot of the kids that I knew who had her before told me that I wouldn't want her and I should schedule to have Mrs. Greible. I already knew Mrs. G and I knew she was an easy chemistry teacher. I actually had her until I changed my schedule and ended up with Ms. Barber.
Ms. Barber always had a smile on her face, no matter what. She was always happy and cheery, but on task and organized at the same time. She wasn't the kind of teacher to let things go, whatever she has planned, always happens. However, I really didn't like her teaching method at all. I remember always being confused in her class. But what I loved the most about her was that she was really helpful and understanding. Ms. Barber would stay after school everyday if you needed help, and her explanations made a lot more sense when she taught outside of the classroom. Every time I stayed after school to get help, we'd always learn something new about one another, and by the end of the year, we've become really close. Although, many say they didn't like her, I believe that they just needed to get to know her, because she's a great person.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Greetings from the Writing Center!

Hi! My name's Alyssa Francis and I work in the DC Writing Center. I just wanted to encourage you to stop by our office for writing help. We're here to help you with any part of the writing process you're having trouble with. For example, if you're having a hard time starting a paper, come on in and we can work on brainstorming and outlining. Or, if Mike tells you that you should work on a specific grammar error that you often make when you write, we can help you with that, too. Another big thing that we work on is organization. A lot of people come in and say, "I've got all the ideas down on paper, but it feels like I'm jumping from idea to idea." We'll work with you to figure out how to connect and organize those ideas so that your paper reads more smoothly.

Lynda Behan, Sunyung Song, and I are the three tutors who work in the office. We're located in the little office in room 225 (the second floor computer lab). Our hours are Monday 8:30-5:30, Tuesday 8:30-5:00, Wednesday 10:00-5:00, and Thursday 1:00-5:00. You don't even need an appointment; just walk in if you see that the door's open and the chair's empty!

Journal Five

Amanda Floyd
English 109.01

Senora Luther-Houghton
My favorite teacher in high school was Senora Luther-Houghton. Senora Luther-Houghton was my spanish teacher for five semesters of high school. She was the leader of the Spanish Club and an excellent teacher. She made sure that everyone in the class understand her when she spoke in class and if they didn't she would repeat herself until the students understood her. Whenever I was around her, she was always friendly, and although she was sometimes harsh and critical when giving advice it was always helpful.
I think Senora Luther-Houghton was effective because she was hard on you to succeed and do what was best for yourself as well as those around you, but she always gave the most effective advice. Outside of the classroom, you could talk to her about personal problems and receive helpful advice or her opinion on something. Inside the classroom, she made sure you understood the grammar, readings, and writing we did in class. We would use little white boards blackboard markers to practice writing out verbs and their conjugations throughout the week before a big test. Sometimes, we would get into small groups and write stories using our vocabulary and words from that week or previous weeks. At other times, we would listen to and sing spanish songs to learn and memorize vocabulary.
I remember going to class on the day of the midterm without studying. For we had practiced using all of her teaching techniques throughout the week and I felt quite confident when practicing in class. While taking the exam, I thought that it was quite easy because it was just like everything we had practiced in class. I remember we had to conjugate several verbs, write a story using vocabulary from the past few weeks, and define several vocabulary words using multiple choice. I ended up getting an A on that midterm and I believe it was because of the ways she taught and worked with our class.

Ellwood The Great

Michael Tung

When I was a sophomore in high school, I had a ton of boring classes. All except for my
history class with Mr. Ellwood. Mr. Ellwood always wore a suit in class everyday because as he explained, "I think it's what all professional teachers should wear." He was an older man who often used his age a as a base for some of his humor. He was the first teacher that did nothing but lecture. As a result, anyone who had Mr. Ellwood got a head start on learning good note taking. Just by teaching, we learned so much from him and we as a class, were lucky to have him.
Mr. Ellwood always had the lesson on the board at the beginning of the class. He had three large chalkboards that read from left to right. Each was filled to the max with information. He always advised not writing down everything on the board immediately, because he had more information to lecture about that specific topic. The classroom was filled with memorabilia from all the years that Mr. Ellwood had been teaching. From swords to oreo cookie peripherals, he had it all. The room was always organized and we had enough room to ourselves for our stuff and such. This may seem kinda odd but, my most success in the class was actually on the midterm and the final. I scored an average of an 88% on both tests. his tests were also very difficult, so I was happy. I'll never forget Mr. Ellwood, because he was the best teacher that i had, and that he was the one who handed me my diploma on graduation.
Tyler Hughes
Eng 109.01
Journal 5/Oct 26 2010
Joanna Burcham
Mrs. Burcham is the AP Calculus AB teacher and a Algebra II teacher at Olentangy Orange High School. I had her for AP Calc my senior year a long with several football players. As a team we helper each other out a lot when we had problems with the problems. But when we could not figure out the proper solution we always went up to her without the fear of judgement from her. She was a teacher that would always help and always made sure you understand the concepts before her tests. On more than one occasion she postponed the test a day or two to make sure that her students would do well on the test. At the end of the class and after the AP test, she forced us do a project about the concepts of the class. I was so reluctant to do this project because I wanted to graduate but I sat down and did it and so glad because these presentations are helping me right now in my math class.

Let the man teach!

Going into my junior year I had no idea on what I really was doing with my life. My Chemistry teacher was able to inspire me and focus me in a way that no one had been able to. This teacher was loud and proud. He had a way of having fun while at the same time being able to keep a good learning environment. He was a large man, very large, when he wasn't at the school teaching he probably was lifting weights. He was an avid body builder which really added to his persona. He also had a great understanding of life, he was really down to earth and got what it was all about. He became a friend to many students including myself. He became close to me and because of that he was also very real with me. When he could see that i was not really trying he would strait up tell me what was wrong and that he knew I could do so much better. I was able to talk to him with more than just school also. I was able to discuss my life and girls and problems I had. He helped me many times with dealing on certain situations.
He was a very effective teacher also. He had a great classroom environment that made it fun and exciting, and being a chemistry teacher it is hard to be exciting with the subject being not so exciting. He would know when to joke and when to be serious. He commanded respect in his classroom cause after all he was the teacher. He would always share life stories with us and joke around with us. We used to play games every once and a while, which kept the mood light and fun. He took the stress off of us a lot. I used to also go to his class as a student aid in my study hall, the things I learned from him I will never forget.

Mr. Mount

It was my Pre-Calculus teacher, Danny Mount, who has had the biggest positive influence on my life and education. He is very motivating and makes learning fun. He is energetic and always has a smile on his face. Not only is he a great teacher, but he is a great coach as well. He coaches basketball and baseball. He cares deeply about his students and their success.
He has influenced my life in many ways. One, he nominated me as student of the month. He presented a five minute speech about me to the school administration and parents. In this speech, he explained how I am a class leader and how I always strive to be the best. He also said that he would be "honored" to have me as a future co-worker one day. It touched me a lot. Also, he influenced my math skills. He knew my love for math, and challenged me everyday to become even better at it. Also, Mr. Mount was also their for me in my personal life. He would be the one I could count on for advice, or even to talk about the drama in my life at the time. Mr. Mount has influenced my life in a way that I will never forget.
Mr. Mount had many qualities that made him such a great teacher. One quality he had was that he was very caring. He cared for each and every student that he has ever impacted, whether it was an older student, or one that he had in his class at the time. Also, he had an outgoing personality that would shine as he would teach. He also was patient, which is a very important quality to have as a teacher.
The classroom environment was a relaxed one. We could raise our hand and ask questions at any time. He was not very stricked, but he was very productive in class and did not just joke around the whole time.
One particular assignment that I remember was the unit circle assignment. We made a circle and wrote all the units of the circle on there so that it was easy to study and remember. He knew that this would help us because this material is something that we will need to know in our future math classes.
Mr. Mount was such a great teacher, and I asked him to do the honor of handing me my dipolma at my high school graduation. Now, Mr. Mount is a great friend to me. He is also a great support to my college education because I am following his foot steps at Ohio State, and i know that he will be there to help me along the way. I know that he will always be one of the most inspiring people in my life.

Mr. Mathy

Robin Yamini
10/26/2010, journal 5

Back when I was in high school in my senior year, I had a teacher named Mr. Mathy. Mr. Mathy teaches physics and AP Physics. I took physics with my friend Abdel and I am glad that I took it. What made the class great is the teacher.

Mr. Mathy's personality is just hilarious. He could really be a successful comedian if he wanted to. Everyday in class, he makes jokes about a lot of stuff. Whether the joke was about someone, or about something. He also told us funny stories. He was the type of teacher that can make someone laugh when a student is having a bad day. Being around this teacher is really interesting. There wouldn't be a conversation with Mr. Mathy where he didn't make you laugh.
For an example, my friend Ginny and I told him a prank that we had done to another teacher with air horns. His response was "Why did ya scare the poor guy, he already lost his hair." His classroom environment was just bunch of laughs but also stress with hard work.

Every day in class, we begin with so called journals where we had riddles or pictures on the smartboard. We had to figure out what it means and then if we get it right, we would get candy. If an answer is so creative but it wasn't the right answer, the person would still get candy. We spend like at least five minutes on this journals. Sometimes Mr. Mathy doesn't know the answers when we are stuck at one.

I think one of the best qualities that made his class effective is his personality. He being a comedian what makes you interested in the class. During class teachings, if he was presenting an object, he would joke as if something bad happened. An example, one time he brought in this static electrocity machine and when he was presenting it to the class, he pretented that he got electricuted.

There was a project that I remember doing in his class. We had to get a partner and make a bridge out of toothpicks. It was so complicated. My friend and I spent hours at his house working on this project. As the day comes when the bridge is due, our bridge looked like we dumped glue on the bridge and let it dry. To test out the strentgh of the bridge, Mr Mathy bough weights and put it on the bridge until it breaks. He had to be careful that the weights didn't fall on his shoe when it breaks. It was fun watching each bridge break due to the weight of the weights.

Mr. Mathy influenced me by showing that life can be all fun and games but also times where you had to be serious.

Mrs. Freese

There is a teacher I will never forget. Her name was Mrs. Freese and she has made the most positive impact on my life. I met her my sophomore year during food for fitness class. She wasn't even my teacher and she found out I was going to the new high school and she screamed at the top of her lungs "YEAHHH GIRL you better take cultural cuisine because I'm going to be your new teacher" and from that day on I knew this lady was going to have a huge impact on my life. I actually took classes that I knew she taught even if I was not interested in them just because I wanted to be around her positive energy. I remember I was having a horrible day like any other typical high school student I went into her classroom and just broke down crying and sobbing because I didn't think anyone could help me at this point. She took me into her arms and held me and told me to talk everything out with her and so I did and she listen to every word I said. She looked at me and told me to just let it all out because in the end I will feel much better and so I did. She was exactly right I felt so much better and at that point not only did I look at her as a teacher, but I looked at her as a mother because she was willing to hold me in her arms while I was crying and not many teachers would take the time to do that. Another thing about Mrs. Freese is she always motivated you to go above and beyond on her projects. In teacher academy we had to do a huge portfolio at the end of the semester and present it to the class. I literally freaked out because I was not a well organized person. When it was time to start the project I looked at her with these eyes and she just knew I needed help and told me to stay after class. Three straight weeks instead of going home early like I normally did, she took the time to help me organize everything and made me really enjoy the project and still today this day I am most proud of my portfolio and I do not know how many people I have showed. As I look back on her classroom and the environment she was over all just gave off a positive energy and never put people down. She actually did the opposite and she never left one kid out. Even if you were the quietest kid she got you to talk some how even if it was just a couple of words. I can say this with confidence Mrs. Freese will always be my favorite teacher.

best teacher

The teacher that impact me the most in school was Mr. Hale, my Ap calculus. Mr. Hale was the math teacher that taught the highest level math class. He was ever focused in his teaching. He always had a positive spirit about him and he did not care if you goofed off in class as long as you did not bug other students and got your work done. He was also every intelligent but every down to earth as well. He also was active and help us when we were doing worksheets in class and wasn't sitting at the computer messaging other teacher or doing other stuff on the computer else he had to. He also played the guitar when we did our worksheet making the classroom peaceful and relaxing making it easy to work and learn. Mr. Hale also had a professional aspect about his teaching. I think he had a huge impact on me because I got to know him personally and he made mistakes like everyone. I think he made the class fun and enjoyed what he was teaching and what to teach.

4th grade was awesome

My favorite teacher throughout my school history were two teachers! They would team teacher which means they both taught the same class room. Mrs Franco was an older teacher, she was a very sweet woman who had a a family with kids a lot older than us. Being in 4th grade and having a teacher that sweet and kind was a blessing. Mrs Franco had a mother like gentleness and she would always comfort us when we had trouble or felt sad. I remember on September 11th when we all ask what happened she began to cry and aid that one of her Grandmother died. Her grandma didn't actually die, but she just didn't know how to tell a bunch of eight and nine year olds that our country was under attack. My other teacher Mrs Stringer was exactly like Mrs Franco only a little but younger. She also had that mother like kindness about her. She and Mrs Franco made learning interesting and got into reading. My friend Brad and I would always attempt to goof around in there class and they would always find assignments that would calm me and Brad down. I remember this one project we did that was a big play about the history of Thanksgiving. I was a goofy kid but I hated rehearsing lines for people because I always thought I'd get a word wrong. Mrs Franco and Mrs Stringer gave me a a part that was very comfortable for me and that made me and every other kid in my class feel like they were a star of the play. It was very successful they kept on pushing us to do our bets and we did. There was a point where I loved going to school because 4th grade was such great year full of friends and great memories.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Water Under the Bridge

                When I was young, my family and I lived in a neighborhood that seemed to be my world. My school was only a couple streets away from where I lived and my neighborhood stretched to its doors. My house was a warm place; it never had any gloom anywhere, always an inviting comfort. In the summer when I would no longer have to attend school, yet my parents still had to leave for work. So I would often go to day-camps, in short little rides in the family van. I would never know where I was being taken because I would be far too preoccupied with what my friends were doing in the seat beside me. On the rare occasion that I would have to stay home, my family would arrange for someone to baby-sit me. Those days were normally filled with videogames and books. Yet, when my parents would come home I would get ready to play with my friends. I always liked to imagine that my mother and father would go to work and that was a place where grown-up’s went to play all day. All of my friends lived a few houses apart from my own. So when my parents would come home I would ask to go play with either Richie, Ben or Tom, or maybe even all of them. I was almost always granted my request and I would go around on my bike and pick up each friend.
                One hot summer day the four of us all decided to go fishing in the nearby creek that stretched beyond our neighborhood, we had our toy poles with tackle boxes and bread to feed to the monstrous fish that we planned to take home and cook for dinner. I had gone around on my bike with all my equipment in my backpack. As we had all gathered our things we took off for the nearest bridge over the creek. We had determined that the biggest fish in the creek would be swimming in the middle. So as the sun began to descend towards the earth and a warm soft glow began to spread over each of us, we still had not caught a thing. Our entire half a loaf had been reduced to either soggy bits floating downstream or nibbled to crumbs on the surface.
                Feeling quite dismayed, we became more frustrated with one another, blaming the others for the kind of hook they had used or the heat. I liked to think that we sounded quite adult; however as adults do when it gets late and the sun is about to set, in the summer it means it is about time for dinner. The four of us picked up our things from the dirt and we each climbed on our bikes. Then we all set off for my house, because my mom was going to be home later tonight than usual, and I had missed her dearly. She had also been kind enough to offer for everyone to stay over. So we slowly made our way back to my house with our rods strapped to our backs and earth worms in our soda cans for safe keeping. My house smelled of fresh cut grass and burgers on the grill. I raced into the house after we all dumped our bikes into the garage. I threw down my back pack and jumped into my mother’s arms.
                My mother turns to me once she hears all of the commotion from the garage. “What have you don
“Do you have to leave tonight?” I exclaimed “I was hoping you could stay home!”
“Hun, you will have all of your friends over, you don’t need me tonight. Besides, aren’t you getting to old for me to read to you?” She responds as she lifts me into the air.
“No! I will always want you to read to me!” I say out of sheer stubbornness.
“One day you will be too old for my stories, but for now I love reading our stories and watching the storms pass out of your window.
“I do too Mom, maybe there will be a storm tonight!” She would be leaving for her second job on something called the night shift and I would miss her.
“No Jon, I have to go to work, but have fun with your friends.” She sets me on the ground again but did not let go. “I will think of you every minute I am gone. I love you sweetheart.”
“I love you to Mom!”
As she squeezed her arms around me I could smell the combination of hair spray and that warm aroma of love. I missed my mother most nights because of her second job, so quite often my dad would have to read a bedtime story and attempt to stop me from trying stay up waiting to see my mother. However tonight Ben had made the suggestion of sleeping outside in my family’s tent, we all agreed to that idea and quickly ate our food to begin packing for our adventure into the wilds of my back yard.
                My mother prepared s’more supplies and retrieved my sleeping back from our basement. She departed while I gathered all the essentials of any exploration, binoculars, a knife, and hand-drawn map to stay prepared. My dad started a fire in the backyard’s pit and got ready to put the fire out soon after because of a fear that we might hurt ourselves. It took a great deal of convincing and Richie finally persuaded my dad from staying up all night with us. Once my father left and the sun had completely set we laid out our sleeping bags and roasted marshmallows over the fire. We talked about our day’s hunting, had bared nothing but a lost half a loaf of bread. As I sat in the circle of the closest friends and considered my problems already missing my mother and yet I knew these were only temporary and how I had not caught a single mine today only meant that there were still big fish to catch, my mother will always be there for me and no matter what happened I could rely on there being a tomorrow. These problems were only bread crumbs and water passing under the bridge. We all ate s’mores until we had to lie down and before you knew it, the sun was rising and it was time to start all over in childhood adventures.

One Good Man

Nick Pecikonis

English 109.01

Snap Shot 2

October 4, 2010

One Good Man

“Ok guys lets settle down and be calm but lets be energetic!”

“Peccy what are you talking about?” my friend says to me, “Those are exactly opposing ideas!”

I say, “Your right, maybe it didn’t really come out as i wanted it to but guys we just have to remember the basics and just play, we’re getting too worked up and making errors.”

It was a saturday morning, we were at Hilliard Bradley for a volleyball tournament, we had been there for almost three hours and the guys were laking energy and poise. It was our last game of the day and we hadn’t won any. Lets just say that this was becoming a down year. The year before we only had four losses and we were a dominant team taking down some of the top teams in the state. We were the best we had ever been and we won our division. We were mainly seniors that year, out of our team of 14 eight of them were seniors so needless to say we lost a lot of talent, also some of the junior guys didn’t come back out for their senior season. So we were needless to say, young, four seniors one junior and the rest were sophomores. These sophomores were talented though, they all primarily play basketball so they were the correct type of athlete for volleyball, we just lacked experience.

“Lets just go out there and have fun guys, thats all this is. A game, for fun,” I say, play your hearts out but don’t forget this is just a game for fun, don’t get overwhelmed with doubt.”

That game put me at one of the leaders on our team, being a senior and a captain it was my responsibility to get these guys through everything. Like a black widow we are small but u mess with us and we just might take you out. Ready to strike at any time. I made it my goal to lead this team, and i did my best and the end of the season ended strong. We won our first playoff game, something that only had happened once in the history of our school’s program, we lost our second game to the number two team in the state. Even though we didn’t have the strongest season i was proud to be a part of that team because of the way those guys fought for everything we did.

Cracked Open
The day I watched Forest Gump is the day I lost half my brain. Not really. Nothing that dramatic, but the first day I ever watched Forest Gump is the day I cracked my head open. My mother and I had just gotten done watching that movie when my neighbor, Sutton, came over. We always caused some kind of mischief whenever we were together. It was rather dark out so mother insisted we stay in. First we started in the kitchen, just being obnoxious, playing a little, ridiculous game of tag. Neither of us took the games we played as serious as this one. Like all moms, my mom did not allow running in the house but behind her back me and Sutton started chasing one another and next thing you know it I’ m scrunched up, hiding under my Moms end table. Sutton tells me “I’m gonna get you!”
“You wanna bet?” I say retaliating.
“You better look out, I see you under that table!”
And as I scream on the top of my lungs, I see him sprinting to the table. I scramble to get out of there as fast as lightning. To my disbelief, I go to free myself from this table and as soon as I put my hand down it simply lands on the cord and pulls this heavy lamp onto my head. At first, everything was dark. I hear Sutton screaming “help!” As he’s screaming like he had just witnessed a killing, my mother comes sprinting downstairs. I feel blood trickle down the back of my head. “What’s going on?” is what I think to myself. My mom rushes me up to the bathroom and puts my head under the faucet to rinse it off with cold water. I had to go to the hospital and have stitches in the back of my head. I still have a noticeable scar on the back of my head but when I see it, I will never forget the first time I watched Forest Gump.

Warp Speed

I remember this one time where my friend Alex and I were walking to Target at Polaris. It
was a cold winter day, where the winds were so icy that they were like whips whenever they
hit. Alex and I at the time were not able to drive, but we knew we wanted to go to Target! Anyways, this memory refers to an event that occurred along the way that I will hopefully never forget.
As we almost arrived at our destination, we came across a snow mound in the parking lot in front of the Lowe’s store. The snow mound had been at least seven feet high, and was probably 12 or so feet in diameter. Think of a mini mountain and that what this mound was. Both of us looked at the mound and I decided, “I got an idea“. Some idea this turned out to be. My idea was to try sliding down the more gradual side. So I climbed the up and got on top of the mound. I was thinking how cool it would be if I actually successfully had been able to slide down the side. Well, actually I fell on my butt at the start and experienced something like no other! The rush! It was incredible. The sheer, speed at which the sliding had happened… it was instantaneous.
I imagine it was a lot like traveling through space, you know, how cartoons portray travel in outer space as warp or something like that. Alex was just kind of watching these whole four or five seconds. In that time he declared to himself that I was lame and that he had to show as he put it, “Let me show you how it’s done.” And then he decided to try it and he too fell on his butt. When he reached the bottom, where I had been sitting, he said, “wow.” And then we looked at each other for a few seconds and then we broke out like hyenas in laughter. “That was awesome man!” I said. “It was, man that was good!” And then we were on our way.

Snapshot Two- The Castle

The Castle

It was a day that I will never forget. It was the day I gained a new best friend, one like I’ve never had before. Someone that would be there for me through anything. Someone to talk to when I need some cheering up. Or just someone to call mine. It was the day I started a relationship that I knew would last a very, very long time.
It was April 27th 2008, my 16th birthday. I was in Florida for The Cheerleading Worlds competition, along with my family and friends. Will Gunn is a teammate of mine who I had grown to really like during that cheer season. We became really good friends. He sent me a text message that nice that told me that he was going to pick me up at my hotel room at 8 o’clock that night and we were going to go to one of the Disney parks for my birthday. Nervously, I got ready. I put on a pink shirt with a classic jean skirt. I hear a knock on the door. It was Will. He looked great, he had plaid shorts on with a top that matched one of the colors in the plaid short design. He was carrying a birthday present, and he handed it to me. We walked in the room and I opened the card. The card read, “For your birthday, I’d like to give you the world. But my heart will have to do.” I smiled after I read the card, and began to open the present. It was a picture of Will and I on the competition floor that very same day that he had bought from the competition photographer. Will had put it in a Disney themed frame that said, “A magical memory of a magical day.” I was probably the best birthday gift that anyone could ask for, so I gave Will a hug and said, “Thank you so much!” He smiled and said, “your welcome.” With that, we went to the Disney park.
The park that Will had chosen to take me to was Disney’s Magic Kingdom. It also happened to be my favorite park of all. We walked through the gates and saw the park all lit up with lights. It was such a beautiful sight. We walk over to the glowing castle that just absolutely took our breath away. The castle is a symbol of joy and happiness. We stood my the castle and held hands and all of a sudden, a blue firework flew into the air. The Disney music started to play and the firework show matched perfectly to the songs. The song spoke about wishes, and that all your wishes can come true with a little hope. It was truly the best fireworks show that I had ever seen in my entire life. The finale was approaching and Will squeezed my hand a little harder. Once the speed of the fireworks increased into the finale, Will turned to me and with a shaky, nervous voice, he said, “Will you please be my girlfriend?” I had a huge smile across my face and it was then that I said, “Yes!” We shared a kiss, and then watched the last little part of the fireworks. It was truly the best night of my life. I am so grateful to still be dating the most wonderful guy in the world. We have been dating for about two and a half years now, and I do not see the relationship ending here. We are the perfect match for each other, and I couldn’t ask for anything more.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Snap Shot 2

The Last Stand
It’s late October and just above freezing, but you couldn’t tell looking at the players. The lights glare down on the mud covered field. My team, huddled together, taking deep breathes, steam coming from our bodies. The crowd is so loud that it seems like a dream; something that you see in the movies. It is late in the fourth quarter and we are punting. The ball is snapped like a rocket back to Steven. I take off, speeding down the field with only one target in sight, number 34. He catches the ball and the chase begins; the cheetah after the gazelle.
Once I reach my target, we both dig in deep but I get the better of him and drag him down onto the turf. When getting up I feel a pain; my calf tightens up and I fall like a tree in the forest. After struggling to get to my feet, I look over to the sidelines.
Coach is yelling, “Go in for Ian and play the end!”
I hold my ground and wave him back off the field saying, “There is no way I’m coming out! I’ll be fine!” Shock consumes Coach’s face but there is an understanding. He calls the next play.
The other team marches to the line of scrimmage and gets ready for the first of two clashes. The first play is a complete pass and goes for about twenty yards. I look up at the clock, hoping to see zeros. Unfortunately, there are fifteen seconds left.
We huddle back together as Nick, our captain, yells, “We will not let them win! It’s time to be great! Great players make great plays! Win on two!”
We all join in, “One, two WIN!”
Coach calls the play, “Bear twist C blitz! This is your last stand!” The last battle begins and I sprint past the tackle before my opponent can get his hands on me. I crash my head into the back of the quarterback and before anyone can blink, he is on the ground. Victory!
The rest of my team runs out to join us on the field; stepping, unconsciously, to the beat of our fans’ cheers. Not only have we won the game but our conference. Along with, the first playoff berth our school has had in over a decade.

snapshot 2

His name was Alex Durr. He was freakishly tall, for a nine year old. He was my best friend for the last to year. We would do everything with each other. We would hang out every Saturday, switching for hang out at my house then his house then back to mine. But today was different, there wasn’t joy, there were not smiles, there wasn’t, just two long face about to cry. The last day before the biggest day of his and mine life. The day my best friend moves away, to Kansas City.
“Dude was will write each other all the time” said Alex.
“I know we will, we have too!” I replied
This was our last day together so we had to make it worth wide. Therefore, we did every possible thing we could do. We start playing outside. He had a huge white barn, it wasn’t really a barn but a huge empty storage buildings. It was all rusty and old like those beat up looking cars. So how we would always find something new in it. And this day we found his white cat that he lost the day before even though it didn’t matter too much because he was moving. Oh, I forgot almost everything that his family owe or had seemed to be white. Anyways, we would always climb through the hole under the door because the door would not open. We also made a game out of it, but I’m not sure what game we made out of it this time.
We did that with everything that day, like we always did, made a game out of everything thing we did. I had to leave now. The last minute I saw him. We both started to cry. We made a great duo like the dukes of hazards and the General Lee.
“Don’t forget to letter me when you get there” I said.
“I wouldn’t” alex replied, “but what is your address.”
So my mom wrote it down from him. After that we said our goodbyes and that was it he was gone after that. The Alex duo would be no more.

Snapshot 2

Chelsea Mayweather
English 109.01
7 October 2010

The Fall

The smell of the chlorine filled the air like waking up to the smell of bacon frying on a Saturday morning. “Chelsea, you better not be running in those shoes” is all I could hear coming from my mother. I was down at the pool on a hot summer day. Down in the south it was normal to go to the pool early in the morning that way you could get your swimming out the way and not worry about getting a heat stroke.

“Do you wanna come to my house once we leave the pool?” asked Paige “Yeah sure, let me go ask my mom and make sure its ok I am sure she won’t mind. “I said I walked over and asked my mom if I could go to Paiges house and she said “Yeah sure just call me when you are ready to come home” I quickly rushed and put on the black shiny shoes I had worn down to the pool. Paige started to run really fast and told me to catch up with her. So I took off and start running really fast the trees were passing by like cars on the highway going over the speed limit. I just keep running then “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” I woke up to lying on a soaking wet towel. I looked up and I saw everyone standing around me staring at me like a little girl that just saw a ghost.

I quickly tried to get up “AHHHHHHH” I screamed again and sobbing in pain. My mom quickly comes over and says “everything is going to be ok I promise” I had no idea what was going on I just know that people are standing all around me looking down. “ Mom is that the sirens” I repeatedly say. These people come rushing over to me quickly and ask a whole bunch of questions to my mom. I closed my eyes.

I woke up lying in a hospital bed, with this gel like tubes coming from my arm. “Finally, you woke up,” said this little old lady with food on a tray. I look to my left and my family is sitting there along with Paige thanking God I am ok. I quickly learned that I had fallen running in my shoes my mom told me to. My foot got caught in a gutter and I fell and scraped up my whole body and hit my head on a brick wall. My mom comes over and says, “ I love you and glad you are ok, but I told you do not run in those shoes!”

Snapshot 2

Amanda Floyd
English 109.01
Snapshot Two
Best Friends or Siblings?

As a child, I used to spend my days and some of my nights at my neighbor's house with my best friend, Zack. We grew up together and spent afternoons, snow days, vacations, and even weekends together. When Zack and his family would go camping, out to dinner, or to a museum, I would tag along and we would have a blast. Although we were best friends, sometimes we acted more like brother and sister when we got into little fights about all sorts of childish things.
On one Saturday in early October, I went up to Zack’s house in the early morning hours to spend the day with him. We were all going to go to the pumpkin patch early in the morning to pick out pumpkins and go on a hay ride and then go back to Zack’s house for the night. Once at the pumpkin patch, Zack and I went off on our own to pick out our pumpkins.
As we were both looking for the “perfect” pumpkin, Zack started to question me about the kind of pumpkin I was looking for. Zack asked if I was going to get a big or a medium pumpkin. I said I was thinking of getting a medium pumpkin. Then he replied that he was going to get a big pumpkin. I asked him why he would want to get a big pumpkin and he said that he wanted to prove that he was stronger than me. So, I said to him of course you’re stronger, you’re a boy.
Nonetheless, that was the way Zack was; he always loved to prove he was better than me. He was like a ferocious tiger, never allowing me to be right for one moment. Although, I think that was why we were best friends, because at the time it didn’t bother me to let him be right.
Danny Maks
English 109.01
The Adventures of a 7th grader

It was a Saturday night as I recall. Nothing exciting at first my friend Brad was turning the big old 14. Brad was a year older than all of us. By us, I mean my friends and I. We were all 13 years old and Brad had been the first one to be 14. In honor of this celebration, Brad invited us over to his house for a sleepover. We first started this off with watching as many horror movies as we could. I remember we first started off with “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre” Brad said it was based on a true story and that it’s going to scare the crap out of us. I didn’t want to be scared, especially from a true story. Brad always liked to be though, or at least he said he did.
About 2 hours and several bloody scenes later, my friend Jon flipped on the lights and looking at Brad making fun of him for being scared. He said that brad deserved to be the most frightened out of all of us, I thought was very funny and true.
It then turned from 12 am to 3 am and we were getting tired, the choices were either watch Saw Two or go tee peeing. I have never been tee peeing before, so I picked Saw Two. But all the other guys wanted to go tee peeing. I remember that were was about 6 or 7 of us all gathered in the upstairs hallway, Jon telling us to not snitch even if we get caught. We decided to tee pee a house that were about 2 blocks away from Brads house. The step was to sneak out downstairs, as we were going downstairs the steps were screeching and his two dogs started barking. He then tip toed outside his front door and gently shut it. Outside we caught our breath we suddenly ducked. A cop had just passes Brad’s house and was heading down the street, My friends Jared said that he had a feeling there was going to be a bunch of cops tonight. We headed down the street only to see another cop car. We ran towards a yard and ducked down to blend in with the darkness. We saw a spot light overhead, we thought it was the cop, but it was the people who owned this house who’s yard we were laying down in. We get up run through 5 or 6 back yards and arrive at our target. We stare at these trees and Brad and others start tee peeing, but Jared, our friend Aaron, and I turned around and left, it was too risky. We were walking back when we saw another cop car and we had nowhere to hid, except a place where there was a new house being built. We hid there and run back across the same 5 or 6 backyards to Brad’s only to discover silhouette figures climbing into his window, We waited on Brads porch for about 20 minutes when Brad opened the door and said that they all chickened out too.

My Name

Robin Yamini
English 109.01
Snapshot 1, 09/30/2010
My Name

My name, my name is great. I think it is. I got my name 18 years ago on December 31, 1991. Robin is what they named me. I feel great about it. I do not dislike it at all. In fact, I think it fits me. My name is like the bird in the sky. But in fact, my name is really a name of a bird in the sky. As I went through life, this is what I was known as. Especially in fifth grade, I got the nickname as Robin the Big Bird. That is because I was one of the tallest one in my class. I felt great about this nickname. I am the human bird, as I thought to myself but too bad I cannot fly. One time I even made my class laugh because my name is Robin. We had to introduce ourselves by saying our name and say something you like starting with your first letter of your name. I said, “I am Robin and I like Robins.” Oh, what a joy to have a name like this.

Recently, my siblings make jokes about my name. Occasionally, they tell me to go eat bird seeds or something else that a bird would do. This doesn’t bother me. I am proud of my name. Robin is who I am. Having a name of a bird makes me like birds, makes me want to be like them.

Nanananana Batman. Robin, Batman’s partner, is also associated with my name. People make comments, I go with it. It is like living the American dream. Living with a name of Robin thinking I am Batman’s psychic. That is what is great about my name. My friend and I. We tell each other that we are going to recreate Batman with me being Robin of course.

Yes. Something like Bird Man or Batman’s psychic will do.

Snapshot 1

Sagal. Meaning morning star. Reason, praise. My name is from Somalia, where I was born, but not raised. My name is something special to my culture, to my ancestors, and most importantly to my family. My name is something precious like an heirloom that I should live up to. My name is what my parents were struggling to come up with when I was born. You see, my dad wanted to call me Muna, meaning wish or desire, but my mom wanted Sagal. Well, at the end of the day I was nameless and kept being called “her,” “she,” or my favorite “it.” But my mother obviously got what she wanted. Although, both names are beautiful in their own way, I prefer Muna, well, because I just like it better than Sagal. My family and friends call me Muna rather than Sagal. They actually think it’s weird when people call me Sagal. I still find it weird that my mother wanted it to call me Sagal because Muna came from her mother, Maymuna. I never met my grandmother, and I know she meant a lot to my mother. Although, I found it odd that my mother decided to call me Sagal. It didn’t originate from anything or anyone, sort of like a new flower blossoming. After I was named Sagal, two of my cousins were named after me, seems like my mother started a trend. Yes. Something like trendsetter will do.

Snapshot 2

Tyler Gene Hughes

Eng 109.01

Snapshot 2/October 5, 2010



“Yyyyes, MOM!” I moan through the pain.

“Do we need to go to the ER?”


“Okay. John we are going for the third and final time.”

As I stumble out of bed through the pain of the 1,000 knifes in my rib cage. Mom grabs the weak shell of her son as I almost face plant down the 14 navy blue carpeted stairs. Once my feet reach the cool, ash color wood floor I try to stand on my own and fall into the sky blue wall and fall to my knee. As I make the five more difficult steps to grayish, blue ambulance in our two car garage.

“Tyler. Its okay we will be there in 20 minutes.”

“MUST GO FASTER!” Hails from the backseat.

“I am trying, just hold on.”

As the screech of the tires echo through the now vacant parking lot of Children’s Hospital. I inch my way out in the cool, eerie darkness of the midnight air. With the eyes on the prize, I take the 30 strides and the six floors to the sweet pain relief. Once inside the mouth of the white, immoveable monster either the pain or demoralization hits me first as I see the packed waiting room. Now the waiting game starts and the constant fights with the doctors.

“Mommy,” I whisper, “make them hurry.”

“Honey I can’t control people.”

“Please mommy.”

”Okay sweetie,” As mother gets up with a subtle, unchanging determination to go talk with the nurse.

Then almost like magic I am taken back to talk to the ER doctor and was admitted to the hospital. Two weeks, two room changes, two MRIs, 86 X-rays, three ultra sounds, one nuclear test and one exploratory surgery later I was released and went home to enjoy the rest of my 5th grade year.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010


Hey guys it's Ian. How do you guys like this blog stuff?

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hi this is alex

YO its maggie!

My name is Maggie, and I am a mathematics major. I am 18 years old and I was born in Columbus, Ohio. I went to Olentangy Orange High School. I current work at DSW.



hey my name is Chelsea, I am 18 years old. My birthday is May 26, 1992. I graduted from the best school ever Olentangy Oragne High School.


Hey everyone, this is Amanda.

Robin here

Hola amigos, this is Robin Yamini. Oh and come and visit me at the Andersons. I work there as a cashier. :-) I'm 18 years old and a human.

Hey There.

Its Sagal, I hope I'm doing this right.

Hey there gang

Hey guys. This is Danny. Danny Maks. I am in your class currently writing on this blog. My hobbes are many sucha as palying the bass guitar.

Me, myself, and I

Yo everybody, it's Mike. How's it going?

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