Pressure.

          Pressure. We all know pressure. A common enemy to everyone. Some people are pressured to drink or smoke pot. Others have the pressure to suceed, or to take your team to a BCS bowl. Kyle Brotzman knows the worst kind of pressure, the kind of pressure that causes you to miss two should be game winning field goals that are under 30-yards.
          In Catching Fire Katniss feels the extreme pressure to keep Peeta alive, even though she knows that it will cost her, her life. She must give her all to keep going  and to protect the one she loves. The  pressure Katniss faces causes irrational descisions and to keep her compossure she had to be strong minded. Katniss keeps her composure for most of the book, but what happens when you finaly crack? Katniss had an emotional breakdown in the arena. Kyle Brotzman missed the field goals.
          Clutch. Some people crack under pressure, others excel under pressure. As Katniss had more and more pressure put on her she stood up to the challenge all through the arena. Being clutch just doesn't compare to anything, ask Reggie Miller he scored 8 game winnig points in 8.9 seconds to beat the New York Knicks in a playoff game. Being clutch is idolized. Katniss was an idol because she thought fast, she was smart and she didn't let the pressure get to her in the arena the first time.
           Back to pressure. Not everyone can be clutch, but you don't have to crack under pressure. You don't have to hit the game winning shot, you can make the game winning pass. Katniss protected Peeta, but she didn't do it all by herself. She needed the help of friends like like Finnick and Mags. Katniss made the right descision when it was most needed in the arena. So next time your under pressure ask yourself  "How will i do this?" Keep a clear mind and don't let pressure get to you, be strong. Moral of this Think, don't let your son grow up to be a kicker.

WOMAN SLAVE

Woman Slave

When I was a small child in the great city of Scrantondogfootpattawonmessylunchville there wasn’t a whole lot to do. Being a girl in a time of woman slavery the only time I could leave the house was to poop or to corral the emu. I was to become one of the greatest woman slave freedom fighters in history. My life led me to become a great figure in history. Many events shaped my life starting with my childhood. The year was 1916, my name is Addie Dodd, and I had just turned twelve so I thought my pa would give me a day off from milking the yaks and take me to the cinema.  I wanted to see 20,000 Leagues Underneath the Sea. When I approached my pa to ask him if we could go, the butterflies in my stomach started to flutter.         “Pa”, I asked, “can we go to the cinema and watch a movie for my birthday?” He had his thinking face on.

“Have you milked the yaks,” he asked.

“Yes sir pa I have,” I said nervously.

“Well I guess we can,” he said with a smile. It took a whole ten minutes (that’s 5 hours in slave woman hours) to get to the theatre, but It was well worth the walk. The movie as I remember was great. I remember hiding my face in the cotton seats as the submarine was attacked by a giant squid. The smell of popcorn and sweat filled the air. As we walked home from the movie I twisted my ankle and yelled many obscenities. My father took me home and in one of his fits of anger took out the dreaded hand-whip. You see in Scrantondogfootpattawonmessylunchville the only legal form of punishment was to use a Colombian hand-whip. My father was especially proud of his 1905 Carpal Crusher. It was diamond encrusted and had a two-foot horse hair whip. I got ten licks that night, but it was the best birthday ever. This one night shaped my whole future as a woman slave. It gave me hope because I was allowed to leave the house, that one day I could leave the house freely. The very next year I got married to my second husband. Now I know what you may be thinking a thirteen year old girl married twice. It was 1917 people get over it. My first husband Little Big John Doe III was a little bit of a jerk and I killed him with a rock to the head. My new Husband Marco Vanshcettengoodburger was a man of class. He was also the wealthiest man in the Tri-State area. He owned the largest ant farm in the Tri-State area.  He knew how to treat a woman. He only made me clean the outhouse twice a week. He even let me eat beside the table. I remember the day of our wedding. It was a cold October‘s day and I had just gotten done cleaning the outhouse. My raggedy dress sewn by my trusty Asian assistant Beth was covered in excrement, it was so romantic. I remember the cake, a piece of cornbread with a tablespoon of sugar on the top. I never got to try it, but I’m sure it was delicious. Cake was not allowed in the heathen mouth of a woman. Marcos wedding vows I can hear them in his thick German-Spanish accent. His voice was like a perfect blend of a cat clearing its throat and romance.

“ADDIE I LOVE YOU,” he started in his deep booming voice. “I PROMISE TO ONLY WHIP YOU TWICE A DAY AND THAT I WILL NEVER MAKE YOU COOK DINNER THAT’S MY MOTHER SLAVES JOB,” rolled off of his tongue in the most romantic way possible. I was not given the opportunity to say vows as the nine year old girl who was to get married after us was getting impatient. As he slipped the ring he made from a chickens toe nails on to my finger, tears began to roll down my face. To complete the marriage and to show that it would be long and prosperous, he whipped my hands twenty times with all of his strength. For about five years I did nothing but clean the outhouses. In the summer of 1922 a man in a strange wheeled beast came to our house. He said he had the greatest invention known to man.

“This here will do anything a woman can,” He said “,It’ll cook, clean, milk your animals, and anything else you need it to do.”

My husband seemed very interested, “SO WHAT IS IT”, he asked.  

The man pulled out a small furry creature, “don’t let it get wet or let it eat past midnight, those are the only stipulations’ to this here creature”, the salesman said.

My husband thought about it and then finally made up his mind, “WE DON’T WANT ANY,” he yelled at the salesman, “AND GET OUTTA MY HOUSE AND DON’T COME BACK YA HEAR!” My husband pulled out his shotgun and cocked it. The salesman acting in a very scared manner pulled out a gun and shot Marco dead. After the salesman left I began to formulate a plan to start a riot for slave women’s rights.  I walked down to Oklahoma City which took four years in slave woman time even though it was a ten mile trip. When I made it to Oklahoma City I met a group of woman slaves who were planning on revolting. There were about ten of us. We were armed with potato peelers and sacks full of radishes. We tried to attack the parliament building. My hands were shaking and my heart was racing. We were defeated and captured. Five of us had our hands whipped four hundred good times. The other five were forced to watch Two and a Half Men, I don’t know which punishment was worse. Three years later, I made my way to New York City were the W.S.R.G (Woman Slaves Rights Groups) met. When I made it there many of the girls knew my name from the riot in Oklahoma City. I was tired and my legs were dragging behind me when I arrived. I ate an almond and drank a glass of water. I and the other three hundred woman slaves made our way across the street, a whole three day trip. We fought with our “Dirty Carl’s” for 3 days against about seven hundred smelly, fat men. One woman Betty “Greaseball” Barber took out seventy men with one cucumber.  We depleted the men with our health food and they soon retreated. That day in New York we won woman slaves the right to eat a foot closer to the table and the right to watch local program television. After the riot I married Green Gray, one of the most famous conductors of the aboveground trolley system. We led many woman slaves to freedom in the southeast part of Alaska. Becoming a lesbian Eskimo was the only way for a woman to earn freedom from the rule of the white man. I led riots in Atlanta, Washington D.C., Philadelphia, and in the most beautiful city I had ever seen, the city of Kendrickstown. I became known all around the country and there was a price on my head. Any man who could arrest me would be awarded with unlimited llamas. The last five years of my life were filled with many near death situations. I had to go through many hours of David Hasselhoff cds. On August 2, 1937 one man finally got me. His name was Michael Scott. He and his strange looking assistant (STALKER) Dwight followed me all the way to Kendrickstown. There we had an amazingly epic battle that kind of looked like the battle scene from Three Hundred. It long and tedious. After hours of fighting, he made me eat cookies which made me fat and I died.

THE END

I LOVE YOU KENNY. -Olivia
I LOVE YOU TOO Olivia(: -Kenny
I LOVE YOU BOTH. -Emily

Comparision essay

There are many different ways to tell a story. All around the world these different styles are used. In the three stories I read from Mexico, the United States, and Canada I saw many writing techniques. There were techniques that were alike and totally different.

    In the Werewolfs Bride from the U.S. there was love. There is also foreshadowing. This story is a myth just like the story of the Devil and the Werewolfs. In both of these stories there are werewolfs. Both of these stories are made to scare people, in both of these stories someone gets kidnapped for doing something wrong.
    In the Devil and the Werewolfs from Canada there is irony. Just like in Badger and the Sun there is a large misunderstanding. This misunderstanding leads to someone running away from people.
    The Badger and the Sun is different from the other two stories because it is a creation story. Its a story where something is named or created and why its named what it is. In this story people chased the badger to congratulate him. He thought they were angry, just like in the Werewolfs Bride where love blinded the werewolf so he kidnapped the woman.
    In all three of the stories, someone is scared whether its the main character or people are scared of the main character. All three stories involved talking animals. The three stories also contained people.
    In conclusion all these stories are similar, but they all had different aspects to them. I believe that the different cultures played a large role in all of this.

This is who you choose?

    AskMen.com posted their annual list of the 49 most influential men of 2010. The top spot on this list was awarded to John Stewert of the Daily show on Comedy Central. What were these people thinking voting for a man who makes fun of all world problems as if they can be fixed by the snap of a finger. The people who voted on AskMen.com in my opinion don't know what makes a man influential.
    I mean this man is comedian, he influences people to not take important matters seriously! He has no respect for people who run this country and bust their butts to help fix the problems it has. This pick was way off of what an influential man should be. An influential man should be someone who fixes things not makes them worst. An influential man is someone who is successful in family and business. Men who can push past adversity and be strong when all others are not.
    I mean no one can be the best man. Mark Zuckerberg the inventor of Facebook. He helped bring people who live thousands of miles away together. He helped people meet new friends. He did many good things, but Facebook is also a sight of bullying and is the common grounds for cyberbullies. Kanye West teaches men how to be confident and makes great music. His fatal flaw is that he is extremely cocky. Lebron James is the best player in the NBA. He is one of the richest men in sports. He is loved by the whole city of Miami. Whats wrong with him? He is looked at as one of the biggest traitors in the United States.
    When you really look at it I guess nobody can be the most influential man. Everyone has a role model for some reason. I guess John Stewert influences a lot of men.

http://finance.yahoo.com/news/Jon-Stewart-Claims-1-Spot-on-prnews-2807538951.html?x=0&.v=1

Bucket List

So i currently have a bucket list with about 33 things on it. I need about 67 more to reach my goal so any suggestions will do.

The first game

As i opened the new can of tennis balls i heard the sound of the compressed air hissing as it is released. I can smell the unique smell of the fuzz on the balls. I shake as nerves take over my body. I could feel the smootheness of the new tennis racquets handle. I have not been this nervous in a long time. I see the parents as they chatter among themselves, readying for the match to begin. Its a hot day so i taste salt as i lick my lips in anticipation for the first serve. Its the last first game i would ever play.

The Crotch Shot Heard Around the World

On thursday October 7, 2010 the Bolivian president Evo Morales apologized for what has now been called the "Soccer foul seen around the world". A knee to the groin to a player on the team opposite of him was caught on tape and became a lot more viral than hoped for by President Morales. The man he kneed in the groin Gustavo Daniel Cartagena  aparantley kicked the president down and kicked him while he was on the ground.  "Again, I ask for forgiveness. Sport is integration, but later I realized it was a trap," Morales said. The incident happened in game between a team put together by Morales and a squad of city workers from La Paz, the capital of Bolivia. The "trap" as it was called by President Morales happened early in the game thats how he knew it was intentional. When you look at this story you wonder what this guy was thinking. Why would a President or anyone of that high of stature do what he did? Did he think no one would remember? This is not the first big political embaressment in history, but it is memorable because of the unsportsmanship of this President. President Morales did apologize for his actions, but it will forever haunt him politicaly. It will be held over his head in elections to come. I think people need to realize no matter who you are a President or a manager at McDonalds you have to watch your actions. People will always remember you for something. Don't you want it to be something great?









http://www.cnn.com/2010/WORLD/americas/10/08/bolivia.president.apologizes/index.html

book review

http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/4321831?order=a&sort=review   For daniel X and The Shadow Project.

Winning IS NOT everything

The Mississippi Valley State Delta Devils have set themselves up for one the of the toughest schedules in the history of college basketball. The teams budget has gotten extremely low ,and just so they can play basketball next year they set themselves up against several top teams. These games will be sure losses seeing how the Delta  Devils havent beat a Division 1 opponet out of there division since 2006. They will embark on a 12,600 mile roadtrip and play teams such as Georgia, Kentucky, BYU, Butler, and Marquette. These games are sure losses for the Delta Devils but they love the game enough to lose just so they can play next season. The players on this team will have to accept that a good winning season they may of had in their conference this year has flown out of the window. Though this schedule has many sure losses for the Delta Devils coach Sean Woods is optimistic about the Devils chances of an upset. The Devils are not at a total loss though they only need $400,000 to $500,000 dollars to stay in the game and they will be recieving $700,000. With the extra money coach Woods wants to spend it on travel costs and recruiting costs. Athletic Director for Mississippi Valley State Donald Sims said, "The only thing that can help us is for our friends, our alumni, and supporters buy into what it would take for us to have a strong Division 1 program." To all those people who say winning is everything just take a look at the Mississippi Valley State Delta Devils.






http://rivals.yahoo.com/ncaa/basketball/blog/the_dagger/post/A-brutal-schedule-awaits-cash-strapped-Mississip?urn=ncaab-270085

American poem introductory paragraph

In the poem "I, too, Sing America" by Langston Hughes, the tones in the poem are joyless and optimism. The character of the poem is unhappy about the treatment he receives because of his skin color. The family he lives with reject him when someone comes to their house. They make him eat by himself in the kitchen. As he is sent away he knows one day equality will be in America. He knows that one day the color of his skin will mean nothing, and that he can eat in the kitchen when ever he wants.

My first blog post:)

Heller my name is Kenny:) im kick awsome and this is my first blog post.


Leave a comment about what you would do if there was a zombie apocalypse. Also tell me your favorite band. Mines Panic! at the Disco.