I thought I'd take this time to go over some of the greatest hits from high school
Enjoy
Nov 30, 2011
We were supposed to pick a biography of a president for a huge project
I chose this:
Passage from “Andrew Jackson: Seventh President, 1829-1837”:
“Jackson was one of the roughest, toughest presidents ever!”
I found this passage meaningful because Andrew Jackson was, in fact, one of the roughest, toughest presidents ever. It states earlier in the novel that he was born in the Waxhaw region of present day North and South Carolina, which I can relate to: I myself was born in the Waxhaw region of present day North and South Carolina. One way that Jackson was rough and tough was with his support of slavery and Indian removal: he sure showed those Native Americans, moving them to Oklahoma. He collapsed the National Bank, was a rich white slaveholder, and fought in duels that often turned out very unfortunate for his opponent. These facts about Andrew Jackson inspire me in that one day I hope to be elected president, so I can revisit his ingenious ideas of great racism and federal power. The roughness and toughness expressed by Andrew Jackson throughout his life I hope can be an inspiration to us all.
Aug 26, 2011
My Life in Ten Years (English beginning of the year essay shit)
At twenty-seven years old, one could consider Katie Hanna a complete failure. After all, she did fail the Web-Algebra test back in her junior year of high school, as well as get a two on her AP biology exam. Everyone had told her that your junior year was the most important, but she hadn’t taken them as seriously as she should have.
After barely graduating high school at age twenty, Katie decided it was time to get a job. Several denied applications later, Katie found herself employed at the local Michael’s. Shortly after that she was fired, after they found out about her colorblindness. She did not let that keep her down, though; she next found employment at Shop N’ Save as a cashier.
Turning twenty-three soon, Katie decided it was time for a life change. She packed her bag and moved to Pennsylvania, where she worked as a Civil War reenactor. One day, her life changed drastically for the worse when a battle gone horribly wrong resulted in the loss of three fingers. Her managers decided it was a good time to let her go after that.
Katie next decided to return to her homeland, where she became a taxi driver. In this foreign land, the people were welcoming of their fellow Palestinian. Katie felt at peace in the land of her ancestors, but she was soon deported.
After that, she moved back to Morgantown where she worked as a freelance photographer until breaking her leg by falling in a gopher hole. During the weeks she healed, she contemplated her life so far. She came to the realization that if she had simply passed the Web-Algebra test in high school, she would’ve been able to go to college and have an actual career. Because of that one failure, she didn’t go on to become a New York Times best-selling author and Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist, or even get her driver’s license.
After healing her leg, Katie became a Wal-Mart greeter, in addition to picking up Civil War reenacting again. That kept her happy for a full year, before she discovered her true calling: stenography. Even though she had lost three fingers in the war reenactment, she still found that she was an excellent stenographer. She was employed at Sincere Trust and worked happily there until one day tragically losing all of her remaining fingers in a terrible tap-dancing accident. Her dog was also hit by a car that day. It was an off day.
Now twenty-seven years old, fingerless, jobless, and dog-less, Katie was a little upset. Stenography was out of the question, in addition to becoming a professional clarinet player, being a glove model, or taking up archery. She was debating going back to the war reenacting business, when a ray of hope shined into her life: soccer. About a month after attempting that, Katie discovered soccer wasn’t really her thing, and eventually went back to being a Wal-Mart greeter.
SPOILERS FOR THE BOOK "OF MICE AND MEN"
"Of Mice and Men" --> a letter to George about Lennie's death
Feb 21, 2011
Dear George,
I found your actions after Lennie killed someone very appropriate. You see, Lennie killed a person. Who's to say he wouldn't do it again? Besides that, Lennie was weird. No normal, straight, not-weird person likes rabbits that much, besides in a stew. I find it especially delicious if you add a little red wine and a dash of pepper. And if you're still sad about Lennie being dead, don't be. He was weird, killed animals (sign of a serial killer...), ate all of your ketchup, and he killed a prostitute, man. Cool in Vegas, not cool here.
Now that he's gone, you're a free man. You can go to the 'cat house' with the other farm hands and leave the modern-day slave to himself. Lennie and the prostitute were always bothering that poor guy. Have you ever noticed that his name is 'Crooks', and he's black? I think the author was a tad on the racist side.
Anyways; Lennie, the girl, the puppy, the mouse in the beginning; they're all better off dead.
Love, Katie
