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March 21, 2005

by 8173 (period 3)

I like baseball I like football
I like to bore you I don’t want to work any more
I don’t know what to write I am sick of football
I like fans I don’t like rubber
I don’t like green cars I don’t like small cars
I don’t like planers I don’t like rules
I don’t like circles I like metal
I hate the ABC’s I don’t like kindergarten
I want a cookie I want ice cream
I don’t like pigs they smell like shit
I don’t like cops I like the word shit
I don’t like school I don’t like apples

Authors note: Anonymous please
This is a random piece of work that has no meaning than what it says. It leaves you in a confused state of mind. It makes you think of something random. This is also just another way to have fun.

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March 16, 2005

by 3175 (period 3)

5831 south 50th Street. Lincoln, NE 68516

Feb. 18, 2005

Dr, Hunter-Pritle

2930 South 37st Street Lincoln, NE 68506


Dear Pat Hunter-Pirtle,

       I think that you made a bad decision. Keeping us in the gate is like keeping cows in a fenced field. Being one of the students that is being held behind that big iron gate, does not understand why it had to come to this. If it was the trash by the office, that was making the teachers mad, I would have been willing to help clean up after lunch to keep up with the reckless teenagers. If everyone picks up one piece of trash then it won’t be as bad. Or maybe the student council could help out, it is at our school, shouldn’t they be interested in what happens. They are the group that is looking for a difference. I just think you should take in consideration what the students here might feel better about. Thanks for listening.


Sincerely,
3175

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March 13, 2005

by 7472 (period3)

A Perfect Mode of Transportation
A perfect mode of transportation and no budget, 2005 Ferrari, I would put leather interior in it, I would paint candy apple green, with yellow leather interior. I would put 20-inch rims in the front then I would put 22-inch rims on the back. I would out TV’s in the headrest, then I would put a TV in the steering wheel, and then probably TV’s in the visors. Then I would get a 7-inch screen coming out of my dash for a CD/DVD player.
The new Ferrari’s don’t read zero and what I mean by that on the speedometer it starts off at 30 that’s the first number it reads and then it goes up by 60 each and it does not stop until 360, I think I would get a lot of speeding tickets because I would not be able to go 25 miles per hour. Then to top things off I would probably get under the hood and I would chrome out everything and get all imported parts, so then it would be even faster then what it reads, after that I probably still wouldn’t like how fast it goes I would go and probably get a couple shits of NOS. then I don’t think the cops would be able to catch me or it would be hard for them to catch H A H A H A H A H A H A ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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March 12, 2005

by Jared H. (period 3)

15

Once, again, I really don’t want to write on the topic, so f--- it. Don’t know what I’m going to write on as a substitute. How about the first time I was taken to detox. Yeah, sounds good. Well, it was March and I was a junior. There was a house show on the 7th and me and a few of my friends decided we should go. Everyone got there and then we called around looking for booze to enhance the experience. After a time, we got a connection and my friend and me drove to this house to pick up a couple liters of cheap vodka. On the way back to the house show, we started in, each of us gulping down about 8 shots worth of the firewater. Just as we were approaching the show once more, I looked over at my friend at a red light and smiled drunkenly and said, “definitely feeling it.” We went into the house once there and found our friends and passed the bottle around. At this point, I was fairly drunk, but I could have a lot more alcohol in me. My friend and me took a seat on the stairs that go down to the basement and passed a bottle back and forth about 5 times. This put about 7 more shots into me, which is way more then I had ever drank at one time in the past. We all decided we needed some fresh air and so, with the help of a friend of mine, I stumbled out to a parking lot several hundred yards from the house and managed to fall down on my face. I rolled over onto my back and looked up at the person who was assisting me and that is the last thing I remember. That was at about 10:00 in the evening and I was already lying in a puddle of water on my back in a parking lot unable to walk. When I woke up, it was three AM and I was sitting in a room lit by fluorescent lights looking up at a man in a red shirt. My parents were on either side of me and Charlie was sitting across the way, throwing up into a trashcan. I said a lot of stupid things and then they shoved a Breathalyzer in my face and told me to blow into it. I blew a .167, twice the legal limit and I was only 17. The started going off on how Charlie and me had been drinking a lot because he had seen college students passed out with lower BACs. I was taken home and spent a month grounded or as I referred to it, in lockdown. Later I learned just what had happened to me that night. Apparently, shortly after I had collapsed in the parking lot, we went to Antelope Park where I managed to fuck myself up proper. I smashed my face into a car and somehow put a bloody hole in my shoulder about the size of a half dollar. I also said some really stupid things to a lot of people. Worst night of my life, except maybe for the second time I was busted about a month after I was ungrounded

Authors note – Don’t care if this is made public. You can use my name or my ID, whichever.

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March 03, 2005

by Kyle F. (period 3)

Perfection’s Imperfection

7 February 2005

The velvet skies(of pink and yellow)
Smiled softly on the lover’s bed,
And sang them to their sleep.
But the lover-boy woke upon a dreaming cloud:
These silver screens, this subtle fantasy
That has so sweetly kissed my skin,
Have turned me to the prison yards,
Crying out ill-tempered hymns
About the places that I could have been.
So misconception(and a fearful heart)
Have got this lover-man to his start,
Where the streets are flooded
By liquid wilted roses,
Smelling of Perfection’s loss
And a saddened naïve mind.

Author’s Note: Regretfully I admit that I am not satisfied with this poem; nor do I find any other work of mine to suffice. But still it is all that I am capable of producing. Enjoy it if you can.

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by TJ D. (period 3)

16

SHE CALLED AND SAID GOODBYE
I WAS CONFUSED AND ASKED WHY
SHE HAD DRANK TOO MUCH, SHE COULDNT STAY AWAKE
I DIDNT UNDERSTAND, I WAS SO BAKED

SHE SAID ILL SEE YOU THERE
I ASKED WHERE,
SHE SAID HEAVEN, AND THAN SHE CRIED
I TOLD HER IT WOULD BE OKAY, IM GONG TO STOP BY
SHE SAID DONT WASTE YOUR TIME, ILL BE GONE
I TOLD HER THAT I HAVE LOVED HER ALL ALONG

THERE WAS NO REPLY
I THOUGHT THAT WAS GOOD-BYE
TEARS CAME TO MY EYES, AND FEEL TO MY FEET
MY HEART JUST STOPED, THERE WASN’T A BEAT

THEN I WAS ASKED IF I WAS SCARED TO DIE
I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO REPLY
ON THE OTHER END, SHE WAS POSITIVE
THAT SHE WAS NO LONGER GOING TO LIVE
I TOLD TO HER HANG ON
COMON BABY YOU HAVE TO BE STRONG

SHE TOLD ME SHE SAW THE LIGHT
I DIDNT WANT TO BELIVE HER, BUT SHE WAS RIGHT
SHE WHISPERED SOFTLY, BUT I COULD HARDLY HEAR
I TOLD HER TO HAVE NO FEAR
AND ILL BE NEAR

THE LAST THING SHE SAID BEFORE GETTING OFF THE PHONE
WAS I LOVE YOU
FOLLOWED BY A DIAL TONE

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March 02, 2005

by Maggie A. (period 3)

“10 key steps to a successful relationship.”

1. Spend time together
2. Go out, every once in awhile, make each other feel like royality
3. Before you two go your own ways in the morning, take a 10 second kiss.
4. Make every time silly and special when you can be alone
5. Make each other your top priority and you will see your relationship bloom.
6. Be honest to one another
7. Do stuff out of your way to help out, the one you love.
8. Pray with each other when in troubles, or even to celebrate praises. The family that prays together stays together.
9. Go to church together, that is what brings God in to the picture and helps you with your Relationship issues
10. Never get a divorce, if you get married, you can always work it out. You can never fail when you have God on your side!

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by Kyle F. (period 3)

10 Steps To A Successful Relationship - 1 March 2005

1. Keep your interest at a distance, where perfection can still be retained. (if this fails, continue with the following steps.)
2. Acknowledge that it will not last. (this step is the most important. See: consequence of deception.)
3. Enjoy the time you spend together: no matter the circumstances.
4. Do not become jealous: remember it will not last.
5. Accept them for the person they are.
6. Never be serious.
7. Only involve yourself with attractive people.
8.
9. Avoid outings that involve money. (if impossible, insure that it is not your money to be spent.)
10. Do not fall in love. (See: truth of love.)

Consequence of Deception: If Step Two is not met, then all other steps will be void. You will continue to fake them, but at night you will cry yourself to sleep. This will eventually lead to painful addictions and loss of sleep.

Truth of Love: The love experienced would more rightly be referred to as lust, which can die more quickly than one revolution of the earth upon its axis. And if love is the case, you will always assume they are manufactured feelings; finding all of the initial cute idiosyncrasies and teaching yourself to hate them. This will lead to the most painful of consequences: the realization of true feelings after you have ruined all possibilities of relinquishing what was once had.

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March 01, 2005

by Tyler F. (period 3)

What would I want to do before I popped?

What would I want to do before I popped? Well to be really honest with you I would want to have sex with a milf bubble. If you don’t know what a milf is its mother I would like to ----. I think that would be so awesome it would fulfill my dream, but I would also like tot ravel the world be fore I popped. I would really want to see Fiji island, I think that would be really cool to go and chill there with the entire fine other female bubbles.

I would also do some other tight things to like I would go buy big, big island before I popped and I would make them a nude island, I would probably go to Hawaii and see what’s poppin there. I would try to get some girls to come to my island with me. So I would basically party until I popped I would party so hard and I would party with the hottest bubbles ever I would have the biggest party ever, you know what I mean. I would also probably, when I got ----ed up at my party start a riot, I would get some big ass guns and start shooting cops and other people that I didn’t like, so I would make my time worth it before I popped.

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February 28, 2005

by Alex E. (period 3)

List of Fives for random stuff in life situations

Five words never to say in the presence of your Grandmother…

1. God (in vain)
2. S***
3. F***
4. Dick
5. Sex

Five all time greatest games (not in order)

1. Super Mario Brothers 3 (NES)
2. Contra (NES)
3. Zelda Ocarina of Time (Nintendo 64)
4. Elder Scrolls III Morrowind (XBOX)
5. Halo (XBOX) …halo 2 is too new of a game as of yet for this category.

Five best odd sports

1. Cricket
2. Jai Lai (spelling not correct I’m sure:
3. Fencing
4. Scrabble (I recently saw the nation scrabble championship on ESPN)
5. Cock Fights

My Five favorite words right now

1. Bownage
2. Owned
3. Douche
4. Gay
5. Rape

Five best video game consoles
1. NES (original Nintendo)
2. Sega Genesis
3. Nintendo 64
4. Playstation
5. XBOX

Five best computer games

1. Doom
2. Sim City
3. Medal of Honor
4. Sims
5. Call of Duty

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February 27, 2005

Random thoughts on us and God

Jon Downs has recently posted some thoughts on God at Blogcritics. His words, and invitation for readers to respond, decided me on using it as the Daily Writing Topic that I post on my main teaching web site. This means that at least some of my students will be writing on this topic tomorrow (Mon. Febr. 28). I've given them the link to leave their comments at Blogcritics if they choose to do so on their own, and I'll also probably ask a few of them permission to post their responses in the comments for this entry, which I'll start off with a comment of my own. Also, I'll admit I've been looking for excuses to try out the trackback feature on this recently created site; anyway, if anyone follows up on the ping, there should be at least a few high school students' thoughts on God appearing here over the next couple of days.

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February 24, 2005

by Molly B. (period 3)

“One who easily gossips to you will easily gossip about you”

I really like this quote because I think that it is very truthful in so many different ways. If someone spends their time talking to you about others and worrying about what is going on in other peoples lives , do you really think they don’t talk about you and your life to others? Gossiping is “conversation about personal or intimate rumors or facts, especially when malicious” , gossiping can become a habit and you think that they only share their habit with you? If gossiping is a big part of their life they will share with almost anyone. So you should never share your problems with someone who is sharing others problems with you.

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February 23, 2005

by Blake N. (period 3)

Birds and Bees

When I first learned about the birds and the bees it was probably around second grade. I don’t know exactly who told me about the birds and the bees but I was pretty sure that it wasn’t my dad I know that for sure. I think I saw it off of a movie. I mean when you were that young you didn’t actually know what to do but you knew that it existed.

I hope that my little kid doesn’t realize this until a little bit later because I was a little horn ball way to early. I know that a lot of kids a exposed to this topic really early but I think it is a good thing because I think that young kids should realize that sex is actually a big topic. I think that parents are totally oblivious to what is going on in their teen’s life with sex. I think that sex isn’t as big of a deal now as it was when my parents were growing up. I can’t wait until I see my little brother and sister grow up and see how sex affects their life. If you are having sex with somebody it changes your whole relationship.

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February 22, 2005

by Charlie S. (period 3)

The Baker’s source for 1000 sheets is thirty-nine point zero eight meters from perfection learning. And if rainbow colored crafts were thirty pounds exactly, good housekeeping and creative writing is the fourth edition. People can relay the vellum to Springfield, and big growth is the language of literature, but please rush, because it carries special instructions. The many voices of RDR2 couldn’t entice a husky finish. Change dubnium into an hourglass housewife, because Napoleon was the nautilus for secrecy. Joe DiMaggio’s high jump champions over free-swimming, free association, and freedom of the press. Norman Mailer’s majestic majesty makes mainstream Magus magnify the Maid of Orleans.

It took my friends and myself a little longer than most teenagers to discover chemical substances as an alternative to boring weekend activities; we held off, claiming we had no interest in trying it, or were better off without it, and we probably were. Eventually, most public high-school students end up experimenting, and we also fell into that demographic. We tried all sorts of things, and combinations, having the time of our lives every weekend wherever we could. After not too long though, and several altercations with my parents, I came to the conclusion that in the end, the lifestyle you lead will catch up with you. I looked at many friends and people I knew and saw this same rule holding true, and many of them fell into far worse luck than myself, ending up in trouble with the law. I approached a friend of mine while walking through “C” lot, who was still drinking heavily, and gave him this little piece of wisdom. I told him that if he didn’t back off, eventually and inevitably it would catch up with him. He laughed and shrugged it off confidently, assuring me that he would never “get caught.” I tried to warn him, and suggested the idea that maybe he wouldn’t get caught, or fall into legal trouble, but something completely unexpected could happen. Again, my advice had no weight on his actions, and he continued drinking, partying, and in short, fucking up. Not too long afterwards, it happened. Everything he had done came raging back to bite him in the ass. The result was not a DUI or a few months with diversion, but a child and two teen parents. I’m not saying he hasn’t dealt well with the situation, or is depressed, but from my own stand-point, am sure that his life may have been a little better without these happenings.

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Author’s Note: The first piece of writing is actually just a mix of various words that I saw around the room. From my vantage point looking forward, there are various books and boxes with things inscribed upon them. I took these words and combined them into somewhat coherent sentences. Then at another point, after running out of words on the wall, I picked up a dictionary and began concocting sentences with words I found there. Some sentences turned out kind of cool, others not so much. But there really was no point to the passage at all. The second piece of writing here was a reflection; attempting to be mostly about the advice I gave my friend and his unwillingness to listen. Since writing it, my friend had his child, and I was able to visit them at the hospital. I regret saying that his life may have been better without this baby. It is for fairly selfish reasons that I wish it had never happened, many plans that we had for the future will now never happen. We will not be able to hang out as we have in the past. He appears to be very happy now, and I know for a fact that he is very proud, presenting baby pictures every chance that he gets. I still believe though that there is somewhat of a lesson in the story, about listening to others, because sometimes they may know what’s best.

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February 21, 2005

by Abby F. (period 3)

Storm

My soul evaporated within my flesh
And it is creating a storm inside my mind
I can feel the clouds collecting
It makes it hard to see through my hazy eyes
The storm is raging but won’t be released
It will drag on inside me
It will bring me down

Pouring rain on the insides of my eyes
Can you see the clouds swirling on my iris?
He provoked the rage that begat the storm
And struck the match that burnt my soul
And I am not

I will forever be in debt to the mask
Disguising rainy days inside my head
You look in and see purity
I look out and feel hell
But the storm shall not be released

It seethes inside as you watch my fingers tremble
I hold it in
He shall not see the raindrops fall
For they are mine
And mine alone


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