<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967415968959872021</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:39:35.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dj's Blogs</title><subtitle type='html'>English is fun. -.-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>I'm Knot Dumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06314520126016930433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967415968959872021.post-240878337047523646</id><published>2009-06-02T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:04:33.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fishing For A Passion                                                     Dj Lauser &lt;br /&gt;(Research final)                                                           6/2/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fishing can be looked as a boring sport because really, all you do is just sit and wait for a bite.  I'm not going to lie; it's one activity that can test your patience.  However, I look at it in a whole other perspective because there's way more to it then just "sit and wait for a bite" it's about the little spark of feeling you get when your feeling those soft nibbles on your reel, it's about the suspense waiting for that fish to get hook, it's about the excitement, and the agony! To reeling that fish hoping it's hooked on good.  Just look at it this way imagine you’re in class bored, tired, and all your thinking about is "I want to go home," but the school bell doesn't ring until five minutes.  Now do you want the school bell to ring now or wait in agony for the bell to ring?  Normally, you would want the bell to ring right away, but what's the fun in that?  If you were to wait for the bell, you would get excited for every minute that passes that gets closer to the prize.  When the bell finally does ring, you’re overwhelmed with happiness and relief.  All that waiting, all that suspense, just made your prize much more meaningful.  And that's how I feel about fishing sure it tends to get boring but that's the fun to it.&lt;br /&gt; I guess you can say I have a passion for fishing because, I love fishing for numerous reasons.  I started to love the sport when I was just a little toddler, my father taught me all the basics to fishing.  When I asked him who taught him how to fish he said, "My father, who's father taught him, it's been a Lauser tradition as long as I can remember.  All your aunts, uncles, and even cousins know how to fish, it's what the Lausers are all about."  I was just about six years old when my father taught me how to prepare a fishing rod, and the basics to fishing like tying your fishing knots to add in the hooks, floaters, or sinkers.&lt;br /&gt; It was a hot sunny day when my family and I were fishing.  I dropped my line from my fishing pole on the side of a river in a fishing spot in California. I was only six years old, so I seriously didn't know what I was doing, I was practically just playing around when I felt my pole shake a bit then a few seconds later I suddenly felt this really hard force pulling down my line. I got so scared it felt like some one was trying to pull me into the water, I quickly jerk my pole all the way back not even using the hand reel then all you see is a fish flying in air the size no bigger then your palm, and me screaming and running like a little girl to my dad.  The fish was twitching all over the ground and my dad held me and said "Congratulations you caught your first fish."  It was scary but really fun.  My dad then told me I had to eat the heart fresh while it's pumping to give me good luck for the next fishing trips to come.  I obviously did not.  And that was my experience catching my first fish. &lt;br /&gt; Fishing is well known throughout the world, it's a global activity! It can be used as a sport, competition, food, money, or just for the fun. But what I bet you don't know is that there are a lot of different types of fishing. There's the common line fishing, deep-sea fishing, hand fishing (hand line or bare hands), bow fishing, ice fishing, kite fishing, traps, spear fishing, fly-fishing and much more. There's a lot of ways to catch fish! And there are used differently all throughout the world for instance, fly fishing is mainly used to catch trout or salmon usually in rivers or streams, but here in Oahu we don't have much streams, rivers, trout, or salmon so we usually prefer the just a simple fishing pole.  &lt;br /&gt; You may think that fishing is easy for those who haven't tried it but there's a lot to it, there are preparation, knowledge, timing, location, skill, and most of the time, luck.  Every little thing has a key factor into fishing for example, preparation you can't just have a line and a hook to fish, you need bait, and extra equipment incase if your line snaps. Also you shouldn't rush preparation because minor details may hurt you badly while fishing, you can't just put a bait on a hook and drop it, you need to have it a certain way so it does not show the hook because fish are smart if there's light shining and reflecting on the hook, fish will know not to take it.  Timing is a factor usually most biting activity occurs early in the morning and late afternoon because in the morning fish just woke up and their hungry, or late afternoon because fish try to find food before they go sleep.  Knowledge, that's probably one of the most important, knowledge of locations, knowledge of fish, knowledge of preparation, and knowledge of regulations.  Knowledge can come in handy such as when your a first timer and you catch a first fish but it's a puffer fish or also known as the "balloon fish" you should know these fish are not edible because they are poisonous and can cause "tetrodotoxin poisoning" if in gets in your body system.  In special places such as Japan have highly skilled chefs where they server puffer fish and remove the poison but no matter how safe you are accidents do occur.&lt;br /&gt; Fishing is well known because it's a primary source for food and plays a big roll in the economy today. It's because of this that the fish population is decreasing and in time some types of fish may become extinct. To prevent extinction the government has regulations that differ in different parts in the world. Some regulations are "only take x amount of this type of fish," even the size of a fish matters, if it's small, light and doesn't fit the size regulation, your suppose to throw it back.  In certain places like Mexico, they do not have fishing regulations at all.&lt;br /&gt; There's one really important aspect to why I love fishing.  I love fishing mostly because it brings the family together!  It's a family activity that everyone can do.  Our family always goes out to fish, and we have picnics while the fishing poles are up and we just listen to music and tell stories, it's really fun.  There's just so much to love about fishing, when you really get into it and it's late at night the stars are out and all you here is the sound of the calm water and just feeling soft nibbles on your pole, it puts you into a state of relaxation because it's so tranquil.  There's much to love about fishing and that's why, fishing is my passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4967415968959872021-240878337047523646?l=djlauser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/feeds/240878337047523646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4967415968959872021&amp;postID=240878337047523646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/240878337047523646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/240878337047523646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/2009/06/fishing-for-passion-dj-lauser-research.html' title=''/><author><name>I'm Knot Dumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06314520126016930433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967415968959872021.post-6637998600398328252</id><published>2009-05-14T16:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:43:08.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #33</title><content type='html'>Brainstorm evidence that you might use to support your attainment of the 6 GLO's in your presentation.&lt;br /&gt;1. Be responsible for one's own learning&lt;br /&gt;  Timeless Person. (Social Studies) Because it was a whole project we had to do individually.&lt;br /&gt;2. Understand that it is essential for human beings to work together.&lt;br /&gt;  L.I.T. Circle (group work and group reading.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Be involved in complex thinking and problem solving.&lt;br /&gt;  Chemical Equations (Science) balancing equations.&lt;br /&gt;4. Recognize and produce quality performance and quality products.&lt;br /&gt;  Critiquing other essays and work on Blogger. (English)&lt;br /&gt;  Freshmen music videos critique. (Media)&lt;br /&gt;5. Communicate effectively with a variety of audiences for a variety of purposes.  &lt;br /&gt;  Powerpoint slide about the civil rights movement. (Social Studies) We made a powerpoint about Malcolm X me and my partner Collin.  Then we presented to the class.&lt;br /&gt;6. Use a variety of technology effectively and ethically.&lt;br /&gt;  Science Music Video.&lt;br /&gt;  GLO portfolio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4967415968959872021-6637998600398328252?l=djlauser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/feeds/6637998600398328252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4967415968959872021&amp;postID=6637998600398328252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/6637998600398328252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/6637998600398328252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/2009/05/journal-33.html' title='Journal #33'/><author><name>I'm Knot Dumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06314520126016930433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967415968959872021.post-5344581035411170034</id><published>2009-05-05T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T00:49:18.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing for a Passion (Icarus Draft)</title><content type='html'>Fishing can be looked as a boring sport, basically you just sit and wait for a bite.  I'm not going to lie it's one activity that can test your patience.  However, I look at it in a whole other perspective because there's a lot more to it then "sit and wait for a bite" there's preparation, knowledge, timing, location, skill, and most of the time, luck.  Besides, fishing itself is only half the fun. I love fishing because it's a family activity that brings everyone together.&lt;br /&gt;Fishing has been a Lauser tradition as long as I can remember.  Every year we have a special gathering of our aunts, uncles, cousins etc. from California and it's like a mandatory thing for us to go out and go fishing.  It's just a great feeling to be with your family and celebrating each catch and then have it grilled and served as our reward.  And when the whole family is not together we just occasionally fish monthly.&lt;br /&gt;Fishing is a world wide verb that is well known because it's a primary source for food and plays a big roll in the economy today.  There are many types of fishing, ice fishing, deep sea fishing, net fishing, rod fishing, spear fishing, line fishing, traps, and a whole lot more.&lt;br /&gt;I love fishing because of the excitement, the memories, and how it brings friends and family closer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4967415968959872021-5344581035411170034?l=djlauser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/feeds/5344581035411170034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4967415968959872021&amp;postID=5344581035411170034' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/5344581035411170034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/5344581035411170034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/2009/05/fishing-for-passion-icarus-draft.html' title='Fishing for a Passion (Icarus Draft)'/><author><name>I'm Knot Dumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06314520126016930433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967415968959872021.post-6911671414500049376</id><published>2009-04-28T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:47:19.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #24 Icarus Project</title><content type='html'>Project Icarus.&lt;br /&gt;1.What is your passion that you would like to focus on for Project Icarus?&lt;br /&gt;My passion would have to be fishing because it's fun and exciting.  It is a family activity we love to do.&lt;br /&gt;2.What resources will you use for your research?&lt;br /&gt;I can find many information on my topic and my primary resource would have to be the internet.  I can also use books from the internet. &lt;br /&gt;3.What are the questions you want answered about your passion?  &lt;br /&gt;Probably the history of fishing and mainly tools used to catch fish and how to use them also, different types of fishing. (ice, net, reel, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;4.What is your research plan?&lt;br /&gt;Find out the history of fishing, tools used using internet or books.  I can interview my dad he's been fishing since he was very young, I can have him explain to me and the audience how to set up a fishing pole and how to use it.   &lt;br /&gt;5.What might be a possible product or performance for your impact activity?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely video of my family fishing.  And have the audience learn cool knots for used on the fishing reel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4967415968959872021-6911671414500049376?l=djlauser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/feeds/6911671414500049376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4967415968959872021&amp;postID=6911671414500049376' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/6911671414500049376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/6911671414500049376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/2009/04/journal-24-icarus-project.html' title='Journal #24 Icarus Project'/><author><name>I'm Knot Dumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06314520126016930433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967415968959872021.post-168936110827448988</id><published>2009-03-16T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:00:42.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This I Believe Essay</title><content type='html'>Imagine waking up one morning to put on make-up, dye your hair pink, or maybe even shave your head bald, now you might think that this is a little out of the ordinary, but in reality people do these kind of things everyday.  Now the question is why? Why would someone degrade them self or change there appearance ridiculously?  The answer is simple.  To "fit" in, again the question is why?  Why would someone make there self stand out or spend hours trying to achieve that perfect look? Does the world actually give a damn to if your wearing the blue jeans or that yellow shirt? surprisingly, yes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     The problem in the world today is that we love perfection, we think that beauty is all there is.  Take this scenario for example, your at the mall and you see this "not that bad" looking girl or boy walk by girl, but you just shrug and decide not to catch up or talk. Why? Because that person is not as attractive as you think someone should be.  Truth be told, no one is perfect, unless your a seven inch barbie doll.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    It is easy in the world today to live after the world's opinion.  Why? because everywhere we go, we are constantly being judged by our faces, our bodies, and even by the clothes we wear.  Which I believe is not right, I believe you should be yourself, don't waste your life finding that "perfect look" for I got news for you, you'll never find it.  The only way to be perfect is to be yourself, your perfect the way you are.  But I admit looking good helps a lot, it can even give you confidence to doing great things but just don't take it to a unhealthy level where you are over obsessed with your looks and to what everyone thinks. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     Famous author William Shakespeare once said, God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.  You were made to be yourself why impersonate another or pretend to be something your not?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Be the originator not the imitator... This... I believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4967415968959872021-168936110827448988?l=djlauser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/feeds/168936110827448988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4967415968959872021&amp;postID=168936110827448988' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/168936110827448988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/168936110827448988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-i-believe-essay.html' title='This I Believe Essay'/><author><name>I'm Knot Dumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06314520126016930433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967415968959872021.post-5845686011614180284</id><published>2009-03-15T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:17:32.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allusive Poem Revision</title><content type='html'>I venture through a long path,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A path I call, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;encounter many problems,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm always trying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying hard and always jumping to reach the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as time goes I begin to turn my back to what I wanted to achieve,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start looking down to the things I couldn't get,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm always moving forward,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking for what lies ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to move on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that other star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some say I'm sly as a fox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4967415968959872021-5845686011614180284?l=djlauser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/feeds/5845686011614180284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4967415968959872021&amp;postID=5845686011614180284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/5845686011614180284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/5845686011614180284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/2009/03/allusive-poem-revision.html' title='Allusive Poem Revision'/><author><name>I'm Knot Dumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06314520126016930433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967415968959872021.post-6233711558898594259</id><published>2009-02-26T22:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:48:36.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allusive Graphic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB1AUtrCzuk/SaeMuh6HsEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cNYcIKVFg2M/s1600-h/Allusive+Pic..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB1AUtrCzuk/SaeMuh6HsEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cNYcIKVFg2M/s320/Allusive+Pic..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307365416883433538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4967415968959872021-6233711558898594259?l=djlauser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/feeds/6233711558898594259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4967415968959872021&amp;postID=6233711558898594259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/6233711558898594259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/6233711558898594259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/2009/02/allusive-graphic.html' title='Allusive Graphic'/><author><name>I'm Knot Dumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06314520126016930433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB1AUtrCzuk/SaeMuh6HsEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cNYcIKVFg2M/s72-c/Allusive+Pic..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967415968959872021.post-6024972315172356177</id><published>2009-02-26T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:53:51.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allusive Poem</title><content type='html'>"Winning isn't everything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The sun beats down mercilessly over the landscape giving no rest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 Dreading the long hot day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      forcing myself to move with every bit of strength,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                               Dry lips and labored breathing &lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;br /&gt;                            beads of sweat rolling down my brow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                Stumbling upon a gift up high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     determine to get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     giving it all I got,&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;                        Jumping and missing making a fool out of myself&lt;br /&gt;                                       &lt;br /&gt;                                     finally giving up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             I turn around with my nose up high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                "Hmph. I didn't even want it"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4967415968959872021-6024972315172356177?l=djlauser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/feeds/6024972315172356177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4967415968959872021&amp;postID=6024972315172356177' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/6024972315172356177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/6024972315172356177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/2009/02/allusive-poem.html' title='Allusive Poem'/><author><name>I'm Knot Dumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06314520126016930433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967415968959872021.post-9215343297740778125</id><published>2008-12-03T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:09:58.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dollar Water</title><content type='html'>(First Draft)&lt;br /&gt;Mcdonalds Company,&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then before school or church my mother would be too tired to cook breakfast, so we usually end up going to Mcdonalds, a fast and easy place where you can get cheap food. &lt;br /&gt;One beautiful morning we decided to go to Mcdonalds we went through the drive through and I ordered my usual breakfast of choice, sausage mcmuffin and water, I love a ice cold refreshing drink of water when I eating my mouth-watering sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;We drove up to the "talk box" and said our order.  The cashier exclaimed, "Ok, your total is $2.06" what? backtrack! sausage mcmuffin only cost $0.99 so where did that extra dollar come from? As my mom drove forward to the first window I told my mom that they charged an extra dollar, she didn't even noticed and then she too was concerned about it.  We approached the window and my mom said, "Oh, I only wanted one sausage mcmuffin."  The cashier responded with what looked like a fake smile, "Oh we charge for water now" My mom said "ooh ok" in a soft but mad tone as she payed the due.  I was just on the side confused.  We drove up, got our meal, and rarely go now.&lt;br /&gt;Mcdonalds has fed me and my family for years and is a reliable place with a few rare "bad" employees, But charging a dollar for water? that's absurd! how can such a simple drink have a value to it? does the meaning "free" water not in your vocabulary?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but it's astonishing how you can get a extra large soft drink for $1.09 and get a medium cup of water for a $1.00 I'm sure water doesn't cost as much as soda or juce.  I been reading online on forums and articles and I understand only some Mcdonalds are doing this but I read so many different reasons why this has become like this and I still don't understand.  Somethings I read why they are charging for water is, Because of water restrictions, corporate policy, because customers  get free cups for water but don't get water they get soft drinks, and I even read what could be a rumor is that some employees are charging an extra dollar to pocket it.  I don't understand, all I know is free is free.&lt;br /&gt;Coming to Mcdonalds for a sandwich and something simple as water costs $2.09? Yeah, what a great way to start a beautiful morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4967415968959872021-9215343297740778125?l=djlauser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/feeds/9215343297740778125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4967415968959872021&amp;postID=9215343297740778125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/9215343297740778125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/9215343297740778125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/2008/12/dollar-water.html' title='The Dollar Water'/><author><name>I'm Knot Dumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06314520126016930433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967415968959872021.post-6540349630499305394</id><published>2008-11-12T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:51:35.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Risky Business Final</title><content type='html'>The main reason why teens drink alcohol is sociability.  Sociability is the instance or the act of being social.  I believe sociability is the main reason why teens drink alcohol for many reasons.  One reason is peer pressure, which is the leading cause for doing something risky, even if you don't want to drink alcohol you might be provoked to by your friends.  Imagine that, your “friend” pressuring you to doing something illegal, that’s why you need to choose your friends carefully.&lt;br /&gt;Listed below is some information according to "Focus Adolescent Services." It has been estimated that over three million teenagers are "out-and-out" alcoholics, annually, more then 5000 deaths of people under the age of twenty-one are linked to underage drinking,  and lastly, the three leading causes of death for fifteen through twenty-four year olds are, automobile crashes, homicides, and suicides, alcohol is a leading factor in all three.  These are all statistics of underage drinking, and as you can see the numbers are considerably high.&lt;br /&gt;     The legal age to start drinking alcohol is at twenty-one, for some states the legal drinking age is eighteen. According to "The National Center of Addiction and Substance," more then forty percent of teens through the ages twelve and eighteen drink or have had drank alcohol.  Now the question is, "Why do teens drink alcohol?" Well, there are many reasons why teens drink, because they like the taste, depression, to get drunk, and much more.  &lt;br /&gt;Some might disagree sociability is the main reason why teens drink alcohol. I think the main reason is sociability for numerous reasons.  The media is one factor why teens drink, all the ads about alcohol show people having fun, surrounded by friends, and give the message that drinking alcohol is super cool, when kids and teens see that they will think drinking alcohol makes friends and better helps your socialism.&lt;br /&gt;     Of course teens drink alcohol for other reasons instead of sociability such as, curiosity, addicted to it, relaxation, helps them sleep better, depression and more, but "web4health" conducted a research in the Netherlands and found that people of the ages fifteen to twenty-five, about seventy-one percent of them drink because of friends, everyone does it, and sociability that's about three fourth of everyone asked.  You can't argue with statistics.&lt;br /&gt;     In conclusion sociability is the main reason why teens drink alcohol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4967415968959872021-6540349630499305394?l=djlauser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/feeds/6540349630499305394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4967415968959872021&amp;postID=6540349630499305394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/6540349630499305394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/6540349630499305394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/2008/11/risky-business-final.html' title='Risky Business Final'/><author><name>I'm Knot Dumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06314520126016930433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967415968959872021.post-4160908454793536676</id><published>2008-11-07T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:53:19.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Risky Business Essay</title><content type='html'>Sociability is The Main Reason Why Teens Drink Alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Here are some facts according to "Focus Adolescent Services:"  It has been estimated that over three million teenagers are "out-and-out" alcoholics.  Annually, more then 5000 deaths of people under the age of twenty-one are linked to underage drinking.  The three leading causes of death for fifteen through twenty-four years of age are automobile crashes, homicides, and suicides, alcohol is a leading factor in all three.&lt;br /&gt;   The legal age to start drinking alcohol is at twenty-one, for some states the legal drinking age is eighteen.  According to "The National Center on Addiction and Substance" more then forty percent of teens through the ages twelve through eighteen drink or have had drank alcohol.  Now the question is, "Why do teens drink alcohol?"  Well, There are many reasons why teens drink alcohol, because they like the taste, depression, to get drunk, and much more.  I think the main reason why teens drink alcohol is because of sociability.&lt;br /&gt;   Some might disagree that sociability is the main reason why teens drink alcohol, I think it's the main reason because peer pressure is the leading cause for doing something risky so even if you don't want to drink alcohol you might be provoked to by your friends.  All the ads about alcohol show people having fun, surrounded by friends, and give the message that drinking alcohol is super cool when kids see that they will think drinking alcohol makes friends.  Also, At teenage parties, the teenagers tend to drink alcohol to have a good time with one of the other.  Their are hundreds of bars and nightclubs all around the United States, these were made so people can consume alcoholic beverages and have a great time with others.  This all shows sociability is the main cause to drinking.&lt;br /&gt;   Of course teens drink alcohol for other reasons instead of sociability such as, curiosity, addicted to it, relaxation, helps them sleep better, depression and more, but "web4health" conducted a research in the Netherlands and found that people of the ages fifteen to twenty-five, about seventy-one percent of them drink because of friends, everyone does it, and sociability that's about three fourth of everyone asked.  You can't argue with statistics.&lt;br /&gt;    In conclusion sociability is the main reason why teens drink alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4967415968959872021-4160908454793536676?l=djlauser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/feeds/4160908454793536676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4967415968959872021&amp;postID=4160908454793536676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/4160908454793536676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/4160908454793536676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/2008/11/risky-business-essay.html' title='Risky Business Essay'/><author><name>I'm Knot Dumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06314520126016930433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967415968959872021.post-1030633243458593857</id><published>2008-10-21T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:47:00.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarter 1 Reflection</title><content type='html'>Dear Parents and Ms. Sueoka,&lt;br /&gt;     I am currently a Sophomore and I'm no longer counted as a "new comer."  Growing older means becoming more independent and mature, learning new things and perfecting the old.  As a writer I'll have to say I have grown a lot over the years.  I'm using more details in my writing and trying to sound more descriptive.  My voice does show throughout most of my writing which means you can tell it is me writing for I put my own thoughts and opinions to my writing. &lt;br /&gt;    Everyone knows I'm not a perfect writer, even Ms. S knows I have a lot of work to perfect my writing.  Ms. S and I both agree that I have a problem with my conventions,  meaning my spelling, grammar, punctuations are incorrect this is known as my weak trait.  My final writing piece which was our College Essay really showed how weak I am with this trait.  It was scored one of the lowest out of the six traits.  This means this quarter I will have to concentrate improving that trait.  My specific goal for this quarter is to improve on my conventions.  I plan on doing this goal by reading more books so I can get use to the correct way of writing, like knowing when to stop a run on sentence, where to add the quotations, punctuations and etc. Reading will also help with my sentence fluency and word choice.  First quarter I read one book which was called "The Giver" it was a bit hard to understand but I did get a few choice of words from that book. &lt;br /&gt;    Thanks Ms. S for all the help you have provided this quarter and all last year, also for pushing us to do those practice worksheets, they can be a pain but in the long run they are a great help for the real challenges.  That pretty much concludes my first Quarter Reflection so wish me luck for the rest of the year and hope that I better myself in my writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4967415968959872021-1030633243458593857?l=djlauser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/feeds/1030633243458593857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4967415968959872021&amp;postID=1030633243458593857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/1030633243458593857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/1030633243458593857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/2008/10/quarter-1-reflection.html' title='Quarter 1 Reflection'/><author><name>I'm Knot Dumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06314520126016930433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967415968959872021.post-2824917805717600281</id><published>2008-09-25T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T02:21:52.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College Essay Revision</title><content type='html'>Bates College: How would you describe yourself as a human being? What quality do you like best in yourself and what do you like least? What quality would you like to see flourish and which would you like to see wither?&lt;br /&gt;If asked to be described as a person, you could say I’m one of “those” who always there to brighten up your day and always trying to make you laugh. Most of the time I'm happy and I'm very friendly constantly trying to cheer people up. &lt;span id="sort1"&gt;&lt;span class="tdvamseel"&gt;I consider my self as a fun loving student with a lot of empathy for others.&lt;br /&gt;The best quality that I like about myself is my personality peppy, cheerful, funny, and loud. I'm socially active and always trying my best to make someone giggle, to see a bright smile on one's face always puts a smile on mine. Wither it's to make someone feel better after a harsh breakup or even if someone lost something important I'm always there to help even if it means to crack a few lame jokes, to see a small smile will make my day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="sort1"&gt;&lt;span class="tdvamseel"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been told that I should become a comedian numerous times by fellow friends but the thing is most of my jokes involve around immaturity, I will do just about anything to make someone smile even if it means acting immature. What I hate the most is to be called "annoying" and immaturity is ticket to annoyance. In elementary I would pull silly harmless pranks to my friends and teachers. I even remember getting sent to the Principles office because of making a fake threatening letter to my friend, hey, I was only in fifth grade I didn't know the meaning of "harassment." Sure it made people laugh but looking back at it, I'm shame to say that I was really immature but doing immature things have benefited me a few times in a good way.  &lt;br /&gt;I remember once in intermediate my friend was tempted to fight someone who "ticked" him off so I got off topic and did everything I can so he would forget about the whole thing, I showed him all my talents like putting one leg behind my head and I even remember showing him that I can lick my chin I continued telling him immature jokes and soon enough he wasn't mad and wasn't even in the mood to start a fight. That's why I like this quality the least about myself because it's bad in a way but it does have it's benefits.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to see my "funny" personality flourish but I don't wish to be become a "mosquito," a nuisance bug that follows you around, so I would like to see my being of annoyance wither. Cracking a funny joke and having everyone around you laugh with you is what I think the greatest feeling ever but having someone call me "annoying" crushes my heart I guess I can make that dream come true by knowing the right time to be funny. Wow if I had nickel every time I heard "Dj, there is a time to be funny" I'd be rich.  Almost every teacher I had since intermediate said that to me, but now being in high school I have bettered myself into that and usually never get told to that I'm annoying. The fact is everyone has different aspects one can see you as the class clown and another can see you as the one annoying "mosquito" I just hope I'm not that one.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4967415968959872021-2824917805717600281?l=djlauser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/feeds/2824917805717600281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4967415968959872021&amp;postID=2824917805717600281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/2824917805717600281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/2824917805717600281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/2008/09/bates-college-how-would-you-describe.html' title='College Essay Revision'/><author><name>I'm Knot Dumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06314520126016930433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967415968959872021.post-2013094607410098578</id><published>2008-09-16T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:46:36.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College Essay Draft</title><content type='html'>(I have not decided which College I'm going to go for, so I'm taking a sample assignment)&lt;br /&gt;Bates College:  How would you describe yourself as a human being? What quality do you like best in yourself and what do you like least?  What quality would you like to see flourish and which would you like to see wither?&lt;br /&gt;   If asked to be described as a person, you could say I’m one of “those” who has his head stuck in the clouds most of the time, and positively sure that the “pot of gold” is just around the corner.  Ambitious and &lt;span id="sort1"&gt;&lt;span class="tdvamseel"&gt;enthusiastic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; always there to cheer people up and constantly looking at the bright side of things hoping for the sun to shine.  &lt;span id="sort1"&gt;&lt;span class="tdvamseel"&gt; Although you can find me procrastinating at times and sitting down like a "couch potato" I consider my self as a hardworking student with a lot of empathy for others.&lt;br /&gt;     I don't want to sound too conceited but the best quality that I like about myself is my personality peppy, cheerful, funny, and loud. I'm socially active and always trying my best to make someone giggle, to see a bright smile on one's face always puts a smile on mine.   Wither it's to make someone feel better after a harsh breakup or even if someone lost something important I'm always there to help even if it means to crack a few lame jokes, to see a small smile will make my day.  When meeting someone new I feel like a child almost like I can go to any random person and say "Hi my name is Dj what is yours?"  I cherish friendship and I think it's one of the most major things a human needs for a strong life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="sort1"&gt;&lt;span class="tdvamseel"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    I have been told that I should become a comedian numerous times by fellow friends but the thing is most of my jokes involve around immaturity that's right like I said I will do just about anything to make someone smile even if it means acting immature.  What I hate the most is to be called "annoying" and immaturity is ticket to annoyance.  In elementary I would pull silly harmless pranks to my friends and teachers I even remember getting sent to the Principles office because of making a fake threatening letter to my friend, hey, I was only in fifth grade I didn't know the meaning of "harassment."  Sure it made people laugh but looking back at it, I'm shame to say that I was really immature but doing immature things have benefited me a few times in a good way.  I remember once in intermediate my friend was tempted to fight someone who ticked him off so I got off topic and did everything I can so he would forget about the whole thing, I showed him all my talents like putting one leg behind my head and I even remember showing him that I can lick my chin I continued telling him immature jokes and soon enough he wasn't mad and wasn't even in the mood to start a fight. That's why I like this quality the least about myself because it is bad in a way but it does have it's benefits. &lt;br /&gt;    I wish to see my "funny" personality flourish but I don't wish to be become a "mosquito," a nuisance bug that follows you around so I would like to see my being of annoyance wither.  Cracking a funny joke and having everyone around you laugh with you is what I think the greatest feeling ever but having someone call you "annoying" crushes your heart I guess I can make that dream come true by knowing the right time to be funny. Wow if I had nickel every time I heard "Dj, there is a time to be funny" I'd be rich almost every teacher I had since intermediate  said that to me but now being in high school I have bettered myself into that and usually never get told to that I'm annoying.  The fact is everyone has different aspects one can see you as the class clown and another can see you as the one annoying "mosquito" I just hope I'm not that one.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="sort1"&gt;&lt;span class="tdvamseel"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4967415968959872021-2013094607410098578?l=djlauser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/feeds/2013094607410098578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4967415968959872021&amp;postID=2013094607410098578' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/2013094607410098578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/2013094607410098578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/2008/09/college-essay-draft.html' title='College Essay Draft'/><author><name>I'm Knot Dumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06314520126016930433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967415968959872021.post-4386461297247909131</id><published>2008-09-04T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T11:16:36.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College Application</title><content type='html'>How would you describe yourself as a human being.&lt;br /&gt;    Unique Features and Freedom of Choice, making your own decisions.&lt;br /&gt;What quality do you like best in yourself and least.&lt;br /&gt;     Best quality is I'm friendly, least is trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;What quality would you like to flourish and which would like to see wither.&lt;br /&gt;    I wish for my optimistic would flourish and I would like to see my bad actions wither.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4967415968959872021-4386461297247909131?l=djlauser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/feeds/4386461297247909131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4967415968959872021&amp;postID=4386461297247909131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/4386461297247909131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/4386461297247909131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/2008/09/college-application.html' title='College Application'/><author><name>I'm Knot Dumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06314520126016930433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967415968959872021.post-5989860168074748356</id><published>2008-08-26T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:58:55.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fight -Revised</title><content type='html'>The school bell rang and my sixth period also known as Social Studies finally came to an end.  The class I dread the most ended with a few notes about the government system in the US.  "Alright, class is over, don't forget to finish the worksheet for homework!" My teacher exclaimed to the class as  I viciously stuffed all the handed out worksheets and drooled up note paper into my bag.  After I left the class I went to look  for my friend Dezmen to walk to his house and stay there until my mom got off work, it was a daily routine, it is always relaxing especially after a long hard day of school like today.&lt;br /&gt;     A few minutes passed and I finally spotted him walking down the concrete path.  As we were approaching the main exit to our school, I noticed something unusual, it was very noisy and it seemed to be coming from one area,  I glanced up and I knew immediately it was a fight it was a little hard to tell who was fighting but I managed to get a little glimpse of them from where I was standing, it was definitely seventh graders.  I could tell because Dezmen and I are eighth graders and we knew almost every one in our grade level.  The two fighters were both African American, one was tall and scrawny the other was average height and he had no shirt on, from the look of it, looked like he started the brawl.  More students emerged to the relentless crowd and joined chanting the with them, "fight, fight!"  even Dezmen rushed into the crowd and joined the fellow spectators.  Everyone was watching and all I could hear was them cussing.  I saw the scrawny kid get tackled onto the asphalt and you can hear his head hit the ground it sounded almost like a bowling ball that got dropped on to the ground. &lt;br /&gt;    Surprised no one was trying to stop the fight I knew I had to do something before someone got hurt but it was a little pressuring because if people knew I told someone to stop the fight I would be called a "taddle tell" for the rest of the year! but I had to act quickly and there wasn't time to think.  I ran to the nearest classroom hoping to find a teacher that' when I spotted a security guard,  I told him about the fight, he grabbed his walkie talkie talked in it, and rushed to the scene if a few seconds the fight stopped and the crowd slowly faded away doing there own business.  The vice principle came down and escorted the two brawlers into his office, They passed me and I was able to see the smaller fighter's face, he had a swelled up eye and was bleeding from his bottom lip, it was a scary thing to witness.&lt;br /&gt;    As everything slowly began to get normal  I told Dezmen that I was the one who told the security about the fight he looked at me and said, "Aww you party pooper."  Soon everyone found out about the fight and the and who was the one that told some one to stop it so that was one of the many names I got called that week.&lt;br /&gt;    But the humiliation only lasted a little while and wasn't that bad.  Mature means being independent, being able to choose your decisions and making the right decisions. I felt mature in the aftermath because I knew it was the right thing to do and if the fight wasn't going to stop sooner or later something worst then two broken bones and three cracked ribs might of happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4967415968959872021-5989860168074748356?l=djlauser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/feeds/5989860168074748356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4967415968959872021&amp;postID=5989860168074748356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/5989860168074748356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/5989860168074748356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/2008/08/fight-revised.html' title='The Fight -Revised'/><author><name>I'm Knot Dumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06314520126016930433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967415968959872021.post-249201086760283692</id><published>2008-08-19T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:10:25.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fight</title><content type='html'>My sixth period also known as Social Studies finally came to and end when the school bell rang. The class I dread the most ended with a few notes of the government system in the US. It was end of school, I viciously stuff all the handed out worksheets and drooled up note paper into my bag as I ran outside in happiness knowing it was the end of school and did my daily routine to find my friend and stay at his house until my mom gets out of work to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting at the tall flagpole waiting for my friend to show up. Looking around I finally spot him. "Hey Dezmen! gosh was it me or did sixth period go by very slow?" I said to him in a boring tone. He responded "Well I just had band and you know how band goes by fast playing the same songs over and over again." I nodded as we were walking to the exit of our school. I noticed something unusual, there was a big crowd of people yelling, laughing, and screaming chanting "Fight, Fight!" I glanced up to see who was fighting and it looked to be some seventh graders brawling out a argument. Dezmen rushed to the crowd and began to chant with the fellow spectators but I rushed to the closest classroom to find a teacher that's when I spotted a security guard, he was awfully big.  I told him about the incident, he immeditaly grabbed his walkie talkie talkie said a few things to it, and rushed to the scene.&lt;br /&gt;He stop the fight and I felt mature for not going in and chant with the others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4967415968959872021-249201086760283692?l=djlauser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/feeds/249201086760283692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4967415968959872021&amp;postID=249201086760283692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/249201086760283692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967415968959872021/posts/default/249201086760283692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djlauser.blogspot.com/2008/08/fight.html' title='The Fight'/><author><name>I'm Knot Dumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06314520126016930433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
