Final Project-Holdens Style

The Goddam Lines

Man I gotta tell you, why did the world have to create lines, it kills me. You know when you’re waiting to get something really awesome and all, but you have this a mile long line in your way to ruin your day. I had some experience myself, there was once this huge goddam line in my way, and all I wanted was just to get a goddam drink from this lousy cafeteria, and I had to wait for every 4 hours, just for the line to move and inch closer to the check out. I nearly died of thirst just from standing there, and I wasn’t even thirsty when I finally got up to the cash register, I really wasn’t.

The world is filled with jerks and all, their everywhere apparently, but I bet about half of the worlds morons stay in lines just to annoy the hell out of you, I mean it. Once there was this kid in my school, Didi something, who would always skip the line and then afterwards, act like an innocent jerk and say, “What I didn’t do anything,” anything my ass. man I hated his goddam guts, he was a huge sonuvabitch, good thing I left the school or I would suffer of starvation, every day of the week, just by waiting in line, but sooner or later I would have punched him right in his crumby guts which would make him hit the goddam wall, I would have probrobly get expelled afterwards, I wouldn’t have done it thou, I’m yellow like that.

Anyways, always at the end of every line, there is always some jerk in the cash register, talking slow as hell just so he can annoy you. What phonies. that’s not all they do too, they also like to show off and do all these things you wish could be doing instead of standing, foot down, on this crumby floor for a half hour.

Man I wish you could been there so you could really know how I feel, then you would know how much I feel like just leaving the line, after about 2 hours of waiting, and let them laugh by themselves, then after that we could go have a drink and all, and forget all about those morons.

Actually, what I really can’t understand is how the hell does a line form anyway? I know that a sometimes, a line forms when someone takes about too dam long on the bathroom and makes this huge lousy line just to go to this crumby bathroom and all, it kills me. It mostly happens in the girls bathroom thou, sometimes you can see about a mile long of girls just waiting to take a leak.

Some lines aren’t even lines, their just a big huge maze that takes about an hour to finish. They put these big huge whatchamacallit, and make it go left and right just to slow you down so the people outside of the line can point and laugh at you for no goddam reason, what a bunch of lousy morons, why can’t they just make the line straight? Their just annoying as hell, more than Didi as a matter of fact, at least were shearing the same fate.

You know what I really wish I could do, I wish I could just go up there to the whoever crap that started the dam line thing, grab him, then force his head into this crumby wall so it would be able to make a hole, and do it for about 10 times until that jerk have his head split open and get mental problems, then Id probrobly go to the bar and tell everyone about it, but I will probably go to prison after that, but I don’t care much, I wouldn’t have done it anyways.

But if you think about it and all, sometimes, in some occasions, there’s always someone good at the end of the line and all, someone that’s actually working, except like those phony’s who don’t know what the hell their doing, but still get paid and all, it kills me. Anyways, there was this one person at the end of the line, that is smart as hell, and does everything correctly and all, and he would put everything in order, and then act nice as hell to you, it’s really annoying sometimes, but at least their making the line walk. I would probably tell you about that time about this man named Jesus, he was nice and all.....But I probably won’t, you wouldn’t care anyway.

Mindless

Me encounter with Holden wasn’t really as I expected it to be. I was walking around New York,  clad, in a black sweeter, and I was getting  pretty dehydrated , I was actually pretty avid for something simple like a subway or whatever. As I turned to enter the shop, I bumped into this guy, and we both fell down to an excruciating pain in are body. I got up pretty slowly, I kind of thought I broke my back or something. When I got myself up, I helped the poor man to his feet, as you have noticed, I’m a pretty affable person.

“Goddam it”

He said in a very brusque way, you could tell that he is a pretty irascible kid.

“I’m so sorry, I duding mean to...”

“Forget it”

He said in a tremulous voice

“I don’t care anyways”

I gave his red hunting cap back, witch fell when we bumped into each other, he slowly put it on, and then silence broke out, and he started staring at me for about two minutes, and when I was about to leave, he asked me a question that is despicable to me until this day.

“he wana go get a drink”

“aren’t you a bit to young?”

He looked young in my opinion, looked more like a 16 year old.

“Nah I’m 25, see my white hair”

I didn’t really believe him, but the kid looked kind of demean and I was bored, and as I said before, I was really thirsty, so I said yes, and so we went.  He took me to this old and crumby bar, where they gave us this old and dirty table for us to sit on. I felt like ordering some sparkling water, a cheese sandwich and a piece bread, but all he had was some whisky and nothing else. After we ordered, he told me his name was john smith somthinging, and started a huge tirade about this guy from his old school, and started calling him a sonuvabitch for about an hour and would always pivot the conversation every now and then. I felt like I was going to die of boredom, so I told Him I had to go to the bathroom and washed my face and stayed there until he was gone.

About four minutes later, I gingerly opened the door, just to see if that madman was still there, and boy was he their alright. He was talking to this other guy who I didn’t even know  and about two minutes later, the stranger then got really mad about something and then quickly left the table followed by John.  I was so happy I was finally able to extricate from that abhorrent child. Spontaneously, I found him walking on the side walk, pretending to hold his guts, and was also making a gun sign with his hands.  After that crazy moment, he went limping to some Phone Booth nearby and was talking to some person asking for some band-Aids. I realized that there was actually a problem with his head, not his guts.

I ran away after that, and I never saw that boy again, and it I hope it would be the last. I think that he pretty much lied about his name, because he looked pretty drunk. After that I realized he was just a lonely, young boy who probably has a hard time living, until now, I think of that boy. I’am , as you probably noticed, a very caring person.

The truth about Vigan

Lots of you out there

The ones who don’t have to sit with him

To listen to him

To sit with him

To eat with him

To embark on a new school life with him

To live with him, to live with a Vigan

And I’m here to depict my new life with a gamer

A gamer like Vigan.

In the lunch room

He would still from this day

Stare at my food with disgust

And make a small ughhhh like a moaning deer after he’s been shot

And his annoyance would grow in profusion

And he would flap his arm like a flying bird just to annoy me

And would pilfer my food when I leave his presence.

I would have to be conscientious about sitting with him in class

Or I would end up listening to hours and hours about his mutiny

In Medal of Honor

Or talk about collecting stupid colourful hats in Team Fortress two

And rankle me in many ways

Or I will be audacious to sit with him and see if one day he would talk about life

Vigan is a gamer

A gamer

 who can be so prudent at maths

A gamer

Witch can be slovenly when it comes to talking

A gamer

Who will never have a serene manner when it comes to games

A gamer

Crazy

Cookoo

Childish

Like a madman from Tall Tale heart

A gamer

Who turned out to be my friend

(this poem was accepted by the gamer himself)

Th’ Biography of a boy

None like any other

Staring, Standing on Thomsen hill

Wind blowing on his face with the force of a tornado

Watching

The claps, the bangs, the crash

Of the football game below

Thinking

Waiting for a sign

A sign of goodbye

Family

The ones who left him alone in the dark

Brother

The one who brought him light.

School

Crashing, falling, failing

But only one survives                                                                            

The one when his reading skill’s combine

English.

Catcher and the Rye

Where the words have secrets

Secrets that might open the book

And tell its true meaning

About the Boy

And his life

Living with a pig named Ackley.

Going to the movies, sitting, chewing popcorn one by one- Imagery

Fencing, clanking swords all around you- Imagery

Living the life of a 16 year old teenager

Inside a mental institution.

The Boy Who Saved Baseball

 the Boy Who Saved Baseball by John.H Ritter was written for fans of baseball, and to people who hate it, like me. When I had to choose a book, I was trying to find the easiest and the shortest book I could find, and The Boy Who Saved Baseball caught my eye. After I signed out the book, I realized that it was only about baseball. At first I thought the story would be boring, tiring, and that I wouldn’t understand anything about the book. When I started to read, the book wasn’t only about baseball after all. It had lots of action and mystery about what’s going to happen next after each paragraph. The main idea of the story is that the whole towns fate is rested in the hands of a small baseball team called the Wildcats.

The plot of the story is really easy to follow. The story is about Tom Gallagher (the protagonist of the story) and how it’s up to him, and his small team of baseball players. They have to spend several days training with one of the most famous baseball hitter, to hopefully win the small league baseball game and save his town from being torn down by the developers, and also find a mysterious boy along the book. The protagonist of the story, Tom Gallagher is the captain of the Wildcat’s team and the nicest of them all, but he is also the shyest and he doesn’t speak much throughout the story.

The protagonist mostly spends his time writing in his journal, and thinking about the mountains, the people, and how good life is instead of speaking to everyone. The narrator expresses the characters feelings towards what Tom thinks or what Tom writes and sketches, not by expressing him by his verbal tone, as shown in the following example. “You sure are quiet.” Tom nodded. “That’s what everybody says.” “What are you thinking?” “I don’t know.” Tom was the happiest when he could sit silent, be the observer, the notice of small details, the sketcher. (61). in only 3 sentences, the Narrator could describe us perfectly of how the character feels in his daily life. Another important character in the book is Cruz De La Cruz (the mysterious boy I was talking about earlier.) Cruz came horse riding from a far off town until he came to Dilltown to play in the legendary Lucky Strike Field, in where many famous players came to play ball. Cruz’s relationship in the book was to teach the players to believe in themselves. Before Cruz came, they thought they were dead, but then he thought them valuable lessons that can be used in their lives to help them win the game.

The message that the author is trying to give throughout the book is to never give up. He doesn’t really show it in the context, but you can realize it while you’re reading it. For example. Tom starts out all depressed and thinks his team will lose and everyone would blame him for it, but then he starts to realize how much effort his team is putting in their training, and how the players starts to hit the balls more harder and faster, this sight made Tom start to believe that there is a possibility of winning. He says how kids our age should start working hard to get to new heights.

In my opinion I would give this book a seven out of ten, because in some parts of the story the author should give you suspense and make you want to turn the page around and see what’s happens next, but sometimes you would already suspect that would happen, and it would be kind of boring to read. But despite those minimal problems, the book is written with great detail and it’s a book in which everyone can enjoy.

 

My Mother

Is the sniper who watches her victims.

My mother is the doctor

 The god of the house, the leader, the cook, the hero, the firefighter

She is the teacher of the house

The wizard, the sage.

She would be the goose that travels around the world

Exploring new places in her big beautiful feathers.

She would be the dark green in the mood ring.

And be the meteor witch crashes the house when she is ignored

Or be an atomic bomb when people don’t do what she asks.

My mother would be a solitary rock when we all leave the house

Turning her into Bill Gates when she goes to work

Or she would be the Picasso when ideas hit’s her mind

And draw the monalisa on her canvas.

My mother would be the priest, the prayer, a sister.

That would light up candles in the church.

You were the statue of judgement

You knew the right from wrong,

The good and the evil,

And always find the responsible.

Because of you. I have learnt to be the father who would take care of his children.

Because of you. I have learnt valuable lessons; witch will be my guide to the future.

Because of you.  I now know who to trust, and who to avoid.

Because of you. I have my own map, to guide to places I want to go.

Because of you. I am the sound of music

Because of you. I am who I am.

Because of you. I wouldn’t know who to write about.

23 things you might not know about me

Today I would like to tell you a few things about me that some of you might or may not know or you’re just curious about knowing it.

1.       I like to do knots on my hair when I am thinking or when I’m bored. I don’t know why I do it, I think I just like the feeling of it.

2.       Every night I read a comic book of Uncle Scrooge or Donald Duck to help me sleep.

3.       I sleep with the lights on (not because I’m scared of the dark, it’s because I feel comfortable under the light).

4.       When I watch horror movies I always close my eyes for the entire film.

5.       I am sometimes too lazy to revise my work, so I just post it as it is.

6.       I hate surprises (especially scary ones)

7.       I never know what to do when I’m bored

8.       I always stop think about life when I’m in the shower

9.       My first kiss was from a fat girl in my school. We both touched our lips when someone pushed us together (read “My First Kiss on my blog if you would like to know more about it)

10.   Every time I wake up on Saturdays I think it’s Friday.

11.   I once caught a bird on flight when I was 3 years old.

12.   I’m not that much of a TV person, but I like watching two and a half men, Senfield and Big bang theorie.

13.   I think winter is the best season of all.

14.   I never feel cold (only in history class).

15.   If Vigan tells me tomorrow about the new “medal of honer open beta” thing,  I will punch him in the face.

16.   I hate horror movies, but I always tell my dad to rent them.

17.   I hate going miss meadows and show her my work, even thou I need to.

18.   I hate talking in front of the whole class or presenting something to them.

19.   I used to think Dexter was a comedy show.

20.   I just remembered that I forgot to give Miss Trius my brochure.

21.   My favourite holiday is Christmas.

22.   I celebrate st. Patrick’s Day even thou I’m not Irish.

23.   This is my first time doing this type of confection so I have no idea if I did it right.

Well that’s 23 things you now know about me. Hope you enjoyed