I'm college bound

Today, I took a look at my GPA, and i wasn't all that surprised. My GPA was a 3.5 and was quite satisfied with it. I figured it would be around that score because I started off in this year with a rocky start and missed a few assignments. I'm not totally thrilled to have this GPA, because I know i can do better, but It's fine right now. I am happy with it.

I was planning to got to a higher class school, like MIT or Cornell or UCSD, but if I want to make those schools, I need a high GPA. Preferably, someplace between a 3.7 and a 4.0 and I need to score high on my SAT's, somewhere between a 1600 and and 1800 for any of those schools. I will also need to score high on my ACT's as well, because these are some of the top schools in the country, and people from all over the world try and enroll in these schools and I would need to stand out among all the others.

The next step I was going to take is to work harder, but not put too much effort into my work. Simply do things I need to do, like turn in homework and do class work. Not procrastinate, and do work when I'm supposed to do it. Study for tests, because I haven't been satisfied with some of my tests. And overall, get a higher GPA. At least a 3.8. Then I would have a higher chance to get in those schools that I would like to enroll in.

Sensory writing: touch

I was anxious to touch what ever it was that Diana had. I felt confused, and a tad excited. So I waited, the smell of crayons in my nose, because my blind fold smelt exactly like crayons. Everyone around me was giggling, even me, which raised my awkward excitement. Then, after waiting so long, it was finally my turn. I removed my ring from my right middle finger, and reached my hand in the cold glass jar which contained the gooey substance. It felt cold, goopy, and it slipped right between my fingers. It was rather slippery, and almost plesant. I lifted my hand out, with my hand touching the cold glass. I took a whiff of it, it smelt like kiwis and apples. I then ripped off my crayon-doused blind fold, and little chunks of this light green jelly substance. I went over to the sink, grabbed hold of the cold metal, and turned the cool-ish water and soaked my hand to get this jelly-thing off of me.

Sound is art

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The splish-splash of the water, the sound of the birds flying over, the sound of kids play, it is so nice to be here. The gentle waves crashing down upon the rocks, it sounded like a symphony of sounds. Nothing is more relaxing, The birds were chirping away at there chatter of songs, only to be lost by the wind and the ocean fury. Kids playing away, jumping in the water, playing in the sand carelessly. The ocean sounded like a car driving away in the distance, as if it needed to be somewhere. Slowly climbing up the sand, as it always has for the last eternity. Wind breezing past, you could almost touch it, like a bird that is so close, yet, so far away. It glides past my ears, at a fast speed. I inhale deeply, let the salty air through my nose, and into my lungs. The feeling of sand between my toes, for that warm feeling inside your whole body. There's no place I'd rather be.

Mexican white boy part 3

Personally, it's most the time when I feel like I don't fit in. Back in elementary school, I had only about three friends. Heck, two of them went on their own paths and then I had only one friend through the fifth grade. Personally, it was painful. The most important part of school is to have friends. They help you get through the school drama, help you on your home work. And when you feel down, they know how to cheer you up. I relied mostly on the resource people to help me get through school because they would listen. I only had one friend. And I could only talk to him during snack or lunch. It was a hard fit for me, I didn't fit anywhere within that school.

Another time, well, more like the past and present, is boy scouts. I am in boy scout troop 959, and it is a hard fit for me then and it still is now because the only way to fit in is to be fast with your fists. No joke. It's always a different incident every outing and once again, I only really have one friend. The same person from elemetary school, to be exact. There are other people within the troop who call themselves my friends, but they are incredibly annoying. I don't fit in because I don't fit this enviornment. The fact that people want to fight scares me enough. I just don't fit in here.

Mexican white boy part 3

I thing Uno regrets the situation because he could have handled the situation better. Now instead Danny has a permenant reminder of what a terrible person he is. He had a crush on Sofe for a while, but now he probably won't get a chance to go out with her now. He regrets it because he could have changed the outcome and he could have had a better chance of getting a date with Sofe. But now he can't because he beat up Sofe's cousin.

I think the reason Danny would freeze up was because the same reason we worry at things like job interviews. He was worried that he wasn't good enough for Leucadia prep. He didn't want to waste his time and their time for a possible embarresment. While back with the national city boys, nobody would really care if he messed up and it would be easier to practice for something like Leucadia prep.

Mexican white boy part 1

In this chapter, I think Uno got mad not only because Danny accidently hurt Manny, but I think it's because Danny hit the ball farther than anyone has ever seen. But personally, I almost don't blame Uno for getting mad. If my brother ever got hurt and knocked out, I would go beserk too. But the only thing Uno can do after Danny hit that ball over two houses, is go up to Danny, and give him a pat on the back. Sure, he made history in the cul-de-sac, but it's nothing to fight over.

I think he resorted to violence because he was under a lot of stress, anger, and sadness. He had mixed emotions, which finally got to him and he knocked Danny out. I don't think he wanted to hurt anyone, but he was seeking revenge for his injured brother. Could he be mad because Danny set a new record? Maybe, maybe not. If I were in his position, the last thing that would be on my mind is that record. My thoughts would have been put on hold, and my fists would have done the talking. Just like in the book. But, look at it from a different angle, if he was mad about his record being beaten, then I would just be flustered. I wouldn't have any comments to say whatsoever.

Who am I?

I, am different. I am unique. I am Hunter Forcier. I'm 14 years old, I live an average life. I never want to be better than anyone else, because I don't want to be treated specialy. I have always had the same thought as all little kids, maybe I want to be an astronaut, or the president. I am the same as everyone else. I only differ in looks, maybe my jacket is out of season, but I don't care. I laugh differently, but I don't care. All these things and many more reasons prove I, am different.