Teacher Story

Through my lifetime of CISD, The ONLY schools I've attended, I would say a lot of teachers have been sweet to me. With my brother older than me, and not being a renegade, he got along with a lot of the teachers. He wasn't disrespectful or anything negative, I guess you could say he either knew how to act in front of teachers or he was just a good guy. So with him being a good kid and getting along with the teachers, this put me on a headstart with the good side of all of my teachers. But with that being said, A lot of teachers have touched me, and made me a better student/kid. I think I would have to say that Mrs. Long was my favorite one though. There wasn't any stories that stick out to me, but we had a lot of small experiences. I made our whole class these bead necklaces for valentines, but I didn't realize how much it meant to her. This was the 3rd grade, and recently she came up to me with a tear in her eye saying, how she had broke her necklace. She had wore it almost everday, so others told me. We just had a little bond together.

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Senior Poem

I know for a fact I won the Christmas story,
But no one wanted to give me the glory.
So I'm not even going to try,
Cause I know they'll just tell a lie.
For those of you that don't know,
they gave the 1st place prize to the wrong foe.
I just had to get that out of my dome,
enough bull-crap lets get to my poem.

During December waiting for winter to come,
I was about to get a late night run.
When during my jog,
came a misty, cool fog.
But what was cool was not cold,
unusual breeze, that put me on hold.
my stomach growl with hunger for roast,
but something fishing kept me, I think a ghost.
mist got so thick i couldn't see,
until came a sudden, that I felt free.
what was free I couldn't bear,
when I notice I was falling in air.
just as I thought that I was dying,
It came to me that I was flying.
When I reached in my pocket to get my money,
I notice there wasn't a pocket, because I was a monkey.
I didn't only notice I was this dark reaper,
but I was in a pack of others, and I was the leader.
I was getting tired and I wanted to stop,
and it couldn't be any worse time on the clock.
We were getting a breather and going to eat an ant,
but awaiting on us was a fellow classmate named Brant.
He began shooting with his gun,
But it was to late for us to run.
The fight went on and on,
and he kept killing us til the break of dawn.
The pile of our dead bodies kept goin deeper,
so I said, we must flee from this vicious life reaper.
I left that night in the biggest shock,
and there wasn't much left to my big, bad, flock.

If this poem does not win,
do not expect me to grin.
I know mine is the best,
so please! ... just give it a rest.
Even though I have a quote from a friend,
I made sure he was willing to lend.
Even though I don't care,
I still don't think that it's fair.

Withcraft

I don't really know how i could explain myself to persuade the town of Salim that i have nothing to do with witchcraft. So i think i would just leave town with all that loved me, and all that i loved... if no one loved me i guess no one will miss me anyways when i do leave so... That's just proves i shouldn't even try to explain myself.

Gus

My name is gus, and i uh...well, i live a new life now. I used to have an okay home, you know it was shelter and free food/drink. But i guess you could say my family wasn't the best. Don't get me wrong, from what i understood they cared about me. They were just kinda ruff, as far as knowing the right thing to do, believing in God, and just treating others. But i was treated good. I just shouldn't have taking advantage of the people that once loved me. Especially, since they weren't the nicest people. I guess i just pushed it too far. I thought there was more for me out in the world. I wasn't satisfied with the life i was living. I was abused and beat for little things that i might have done wrong. It wouldn't even be a big deal, but i would still get punished. They took it to far. I'm just a dog anyways! One day after torturing a neighbors cat, i guess i did too. She ended up dieing. So i was beat with a fence post on my whole back and legs... I think i might have shattered some parts of my spine. So I left what I thought I wouldn't miss... I entered the streets, but I didn't make any good impressions on any of the others obviously. They always were starting stuff with me, just because I was knew I suppose. This all ended though, after I ended up torturing other dogs to death. I'm not going to take any crap from others though, that's just not me. It isn't easy to hold it in either when i'm having regrets about my lost family and home. It's all said and done now, and they wouldn't except me if I went back anyways. So maybe one of these days I'll get thrown a bone or something. (haha, get it...) But my life turned around when I met this girl. Now I'm back on the lords side and making good decisions. I don't have my family and home, but I'm happy with what I have and I'm not taking anything for granted.

Room 101

In my room 101, would be packs of wolves. I understand that mean animals may be scary and can hurt you. I'm not that worried about any animals, but wolves come in packs. So it's not just one of them, it's like 6 or whatever... So my room would have packs of wolves.

"How the Kitty Stole Christmas"

How the kitty stole Christmas!!!

"ONCE," there was a peaceful little village of about 300 mice. They were the most spirited town in all of the World of mice. They would celebrate every season that came around. But, none were as big of a deal as CHRISTMAS!!! They had lights on everything they used in there life during Christmas time. They decorated, and give everyone cheese during the month of December. On the day of Christmas was the most important day though. They would gather around a years worth of gathering Cheddar Cheese, and they would worship. They would sing for there cheese, they would dance for there cheese, they would work for there cheese, and them the best part; they would eat it of course. This feast would last a whole week starting on Christmas Day. The pile of Cheddar Cheese would be as tall as our Twin Towers were, and as wide as the city of Childress is compared to these mice and there town.
But, right around the alley of their town lived "The Kitty!" This kitty was the exact opposite of the mice. He hated to celebrate anything and everything, ESPECIALLY, Christmas!!! He hated all the lights and gifts, he hated the thought of being nice and socializing. He hated the Cheddar Cheese NEXT to most of all. Because, most of all he hated mice. The only time he liked mice was when he was able to eat it.
Kitty decided this was the year he would put an end to all this noise and distraction to his life. He would destroy anything and everything about the mice, their town, and their cheese!!!
So the month of November he planned out his destruction to their lives and more. He sent out to still their year round collection of cheese and carried it off with every muscle he had to pull with. Then when all the mice separated to search for it. He took them one by one when they were alone in the dark looking. And that's how the Kitty stole Christmas.