Showing posts with label Humanites. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Humanites. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

In the Woods


Leo Troast

In the Woods 1/18/2010

"If a man does his best, what else is there?" My dad always used to tell me that when I was little. I didn't make much of it then, that was until he died about ten years ago. From then on it shaped my life, I wouldn't be the man I was now without my dad. He influenced me more than anyone else, even though I only got to see him on the weekends. I followed right in his path not straying a step. I don't know why I do what I do, I guess it’s to serve the people or something. Being a cop isn't exactly the best job out there, little pay and a death rate above the roof. I like it, gives me a sense of protection. You can't live without something to cling on to, that little feeling is holding be back from the sheer drop to deep depression.

This warm sensation covered my face as I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was my best friend licking away at my face. Struggling to get him to stop I'm finally forced to get up. I sit on the side of my bed flopping his ears around as he smiled. Finally, more awake I get up and wobble to the kitchen. Shuffling through the cabinet stacked high with cereal, I blindly grab the Fruit Loops. The milk quickly follows. I go to the couch and start munching on it thinking about the day to come. Woody comes up to me and lets out a long whine.

“What, what do you want?” I asked.

“Come on, I can't know what you want unless you tell me.”

Woody goes into my bedroom and comes out with his food bowl and then I remember I didn't feed him. I get up and grab the food. I drop it in his dish and he happily chows down.

“There, you happy now?” I joked “You've lived here long enough shouldn't you know where the food is?”

I go back to my Fruit Loops and finish them about the same time as woody finished his. I go into the bathroom and get ready for the day ahead of me. Once I finished my morning rituals I whistled to woody and we got in the car. I drove over to my sister's house. I knock on the door and my sister answered the door and instantly hugged me.

“Hiya,” I said surprised

“I missed you!” she exclaimed

“I was only gone for two weeks.”

“Ya but I hate it when you go on those undercover cops or whatever they are.”

“Someone has to do it why not me.”

“Because if you're gone then I don't know what I would do.”

“WOODY!” the blur that was flying past me screamed I instantly knew it was my niece Emma. I could tell by the pure girth of hair blowing behind her

She dashed to the car door and ripped it open, Woody jumped on her and immediately started to lick her face. Woody loved Emma they were best friends, we were all really close to each other. I whistled to Woody to come in the house and Emma followed. We all sat down in the living room and Natalie went to get us some drinks. She came back with an apple juice and a beer.

“So Emma how’s kinder-garden going?” I tried to make conversation

“Its super fun I love my teacher, she is amazing,” she answered ecstatically

“So, Blake what did you have to do in your quote, assignment,” Natalie questioned

“You know I can't tell you that,” I responded

“I hate your job you know that right,”

“Yep, that doesn't mean I ca......” I was interrupted by the sound of a car screeching around the corner down the street. I get up and walk to the window trying to see what’s going on. Everyone else followed me to the window just in time to see a car speed by with automatic guns pointed out the window.

“Get down!” I screamed

Everyone got down on the ground and behind something, we instantly heard the sound of gunfire and shattering windows. Almost instinctively I pulled out my gun and ran out the door. I ran after the car hoping for something to happen to them. I couldn't keep up with them though. After I lost them I went back to Natalie's house. I walked in the house to a screaming niece and a bleeding out sister. I sprinted to the phone and called the paramedics. I ran to Emma and picked her up to try to quiet her down.

“It's gonna be okay honey,” I caressed

She started calming down so I put her in the living room with sponge bob on. I rushed to Natalie and started looking at her wound. I rounded the corner of the hallway still pumped full of adrenaline. I hear sirens in the distance. I finally get a look at her and I lose all of the breath in my body. She was as white as a ghost, just laying there in a torpor head cocked back and mouth gaping open. I felt like I was alone in the world at that moment like everything was gone, but then I heard a breath of air and I jumped back into my skin and ran over to her. She was alright, she just lost a lot of blood.

We were waiting in the hospital and we weren't hearing anything from the doctors.

“Is mommy going to be alright,” Emma asked with sad eyes

“Yes she is gonna be fine honey,”

“How do you know?”

“Because mommy is strong and she won't let this hurt her.”

“Why did those people hurt mommy?'

“Well, those people they were bad people that don't like your mommy.”

“But why would anyone not like mommy?”

“Listen honey there are bad people in this world and no one knows why they don't like you mommy they just do.”

The doctor came out and started to tell us that she was going to be fine and we should just go home. I thought that it was a good idea and drove back to her house. I put Emma to bed and I started to try to salvage the house. I worked myself to the bone and then went to sleep.

I woke up to the sound of sirens blaring in front of Natalie's house. I got up and walked to the front door. I was instantly greeted by my partner Rick.

“Have you heard?” rick asked

“About what?”

“Your sister she's in intensive care.”

“What!”

“Ya last night the same people that shot up your house came by the hospital and put one in her stomach.”

“How did no one tell me?”

“Nobody could find you we didn't think you were going to be here.”

“Shit!”

I got in the car and rushed over to the hospital speeding and rushing through all the red lights. When I got there I went into the operating room and say her lying there like a vegetable with all those machines attached to her. I knew I couldn't let this go so I drove over to the police station and started yelling at the chief.

“Why in the hell haven't we made a move?” I yelled pounding on his desk

“Because we can't, there is no evidence we can't get court order.” he replied

“Who else would it be god damn it?”

“No matter how obvious it is we can't go after them if we have nothing on them.”

“Fuck this!” I stormed out of the room back to Natalie's house. I went to look into Emma’s room and she was still asleep. I walked over to woody and sat down next to him and he flopped his ears from side to side I chuckled at him. Woody and I sat next to each other for a long while and I thought about what I was going to do. I knew what I had to do but it was scaring me. One man taking down a whole gang it was unheard of. I couldn't wait for my sister to just die and I wasn't waiting for the gang to come back and kill her. I grabbed my pistol and got in the car and drove to the gang's known area. I saw the faces of the people that attacked my family so that's who I was trying to kill.

I got there around two in the afternoon and I started to drive around the area. I quickly saw the gunners that shot my sister and I started to drive closer to them and I rolled down my window a bit. When I got in firing range of them I rolled down the window all the way and without thinking I quickly fired two shots and hit both of the people. I speed away hoping that no one would see me. I got away clean and I went back to the house. I saw Emma awake and playing with Woody she had cheered up so I was happy about that. I was exhausted so I went back to sleep.

Yet again I woke up to sirens but this time they were in the distance and they were a fire truck's siren. I got up and went to go find out what all the commotion was about. I drove to the sirens only to find my house engulfed in flames. I got out of my car in shock hoping that I was just dreaming but I had a deep down feeling that this was all too real. Why did I have to go and shoot those two people why in the hell didn't I think about what was going to happen. When I went and fucked up like that.

I sat in front of the charred remains of my house still in shock of what had happened thinking about what had gone so wrong that my like got fucked up this bad. As I sat I saw my partner pull up in his car.

“I got great news man,” he yelled

“About what?" I asked

“Your sister she’s going to be all right.”

“Thank god.”

“Ya they saved her in surgery, she’s going to be messed up for a while but she will live.”

“Take me over there.” I demanded

We took the patrol car over to the hospital and went to see my sister, when we got to her room there was a doctor outside and he said that it would be better if no one went in right now. So we just went over to the station. The chief had more good news for me, they found prints on a gun that was used to shoot up Natalie's house in a dumpster 2 blocks away. We had a warrant to go down and arrest everyone that could have had a connection to the shooting.

We all suited up and rode up to the neighborhood of the suspected gang members. We swiftly went through and arrested everyone we had a warrant on. It was easy to take them all down they came without resistance, yes lots of kicking and screaming but no real resistance. We had taken down key elements of a gang that almost ruled these streets I think that I had done the best that I could. I was proud of myself and I think that my dad would have been proud of me too. Things were shaping up and it looked like it was going to be a good future. I went home and saw that Natalie was there talking to Emma about her experience in the hospital. I sat down next to them and started to talk to Natalie.

“So you doing okay,” I asked

“I'll live,” she responded

“I knew you could do it”

I sat down next to woody and started to pat him gently when I heard the door get kicked down and lots of yelling. I pulled my gun out and took cover behind the couch. When they came through the hallway I started shooting I got two bullets in one of them but the other sprayed around the whole room and I say Emma get nicked in the neck and Natalie get shot in the head. I got up and ran next to them praying that they were okay I checked to see if they were alive and both of them were dead in my hands.

I had forgotten about the shooter I didn't hit and he came up behind me and unloaded into my chest. That was my last moment of life was holding my lifeless sister and niece in my hands.

http://students.hthma.hightechhigh.org/~lrey/Leo-Luna-Mitch-Travis.pdf

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

TT reflection


Project description
Basically for this project we were given an ancient civilization that we had to write a research paper about. Using that paper we had to send an item back in time to help that civilization survive.
Process
The steps I took for the research paper were, I made a rough draft to get the idea of the paper and using that draft I made improvements and made it more specific and a better draft. That was my first draft then after that I got it edited by Charlotte who gave feedback and made the necessary changes.
The steps Ihttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif took for the pillar is doing a draft and then making a better draft then using the draft to make it.
Reflection
I learned a lot in this project such as how to make a really good introduction and conclusion paragraph. I think that that was one of my biggest challenges of the paper because I didn't know anything about those paragraphs so it was really hard for me to make a very good one. I think I would do a lot of the same but one thing I would have done different is that I would have done a better bibliography and would have sited better sources rather then just wiki. This will really help me later because it taught me how to write a good research paper which will really help me for all of the other papers I do.

My research paper

Humanites Semster goals

1st Goal: Get better at writing conclusions and intros.
2nd Goal: Don't get into that end of the year "slump".
3rd Goal: Write with more showing.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Hero Project Reflection

I think that a hero is anyone that does something good. A hero isn't just the firemen, policemen or superman. It is all of the people that sacrifice part of their life to do something good in someone’s life.
The Hero in my Eyes project was basically to interview someone that was a personal hero and then write a story about why they were your hero.
The process for me was a little weird because I was sick for basically the whole time we did it so I had to turn stuff in randomly and just start from there. So I did a lot of catching up with this project I was a good 3 or 4 days behind everyone else. So I had to do some serious work at my house and it was basically getting the draft from Charlotte and then revising it.
I learned that is sucks to be sick for the main part of a project, and I also learned a lot about showing not telling because my first draft was really bland and I turned it into and explosion of description. Most of the challenges I encountered was the fact that I was sick and not really having someone there to help me. Something that I would do different is that I wasn’t organized at all during this project and it really took its toll. I think that will really help me because for the time travelers project I am going to need to be uber organized because there is like 5 billion different things I need to turn in for it.
One of the Habits I used was Wonder; I used it because I had a lot of things that needed to be show and not told so I had to constantly thing of how I could make it better questioning myself in every sentence.
Link to my blog is http://amazingnessblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/final-hero-character-sketch.html YAY!!!

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

final hero character sketch


“Dude, are they actually putting that house in the back of a pickup truck?” Jason laughed as he watched the family he had built a house for not an hour ago lift it into a blue pickup and drive away.
“I guess it’s a decent moving truck,” Mookie joked.
Jason started working on the house He was building. As He pounded a nail into the wall he missed and slammed the hammer with all of his force into his hand next to the nail. Cursing in pain he pulled off his fingernail, he flicked it away without caring, this being one of many fingernails he had lost building the houses, he didn’t really care if he lost one more. Getting back to hammering he realized that there was a woman standing behind him. She had long brown hair that looked like it had just been through hell but still looked amazing. She was tall and very skinny kind of lie the Mexican version of Barbie. He turned around slowly. As he turned he got a better look at her. She had blue eyes waiting to see what was going to happen. She quickly opened her arms and hugged him tightly. He was shocked that she kept on hugging him. She felt light and her skin was soft to the touch of Jason’s worn out fingers. She smelt like tortillas, a combination of flour and corn meal. The aroma was intoxicating.
“Thank you,” the woman murmured in a Mexican accent as she let go.
“Um, it’s no problem,” Jason responded to the woman that was now walking away from him. That was weird he thought. He turned around and started working on the house again. For about an hour or so he thought about the woman and why she hugged him. It turned from no problem into all he could think about. The mysterious way she came and just as mysteriously left. The way she felt, just like velvet, the way she looked, beautiful in every aspect of the word.
“Were done,” Mookie murmured as he was to tired to talk.
“Sweet, time for the food,” Jason replied.
“Yup,” Mookie blurted out with joy. They started to walk down to the taco shop only a short time away.
The awesome aromas of tacos, burritos and churoos hit Jason like a wall of smell. His passion for those items was one of the reasons he came to Mexico in the first place. He sat down at a table as Mookie ordered. The aromas of food surrounded him and he started to get extremely hungry. He waited for the food to come. Dying of hunger he started to band his head against the little plastic table. It felt like an eternity to him, like he was locked up in jail. Then he was released, the waiter put four tacos in front of him and he took the deepest breath through his nose just to smell it. That smell reminded him of the woman. He took his first bite but while he ate it all he could think about was that woman that came up to him. He wondered why that one woman thought so much of the house that he built for her. How he did something so great for her that she felt compelled to hug him. People had been grateful to him before but never had they been that grateful. Usually they would just come up to him as a family and thank him but no this was different, it was like this was the fist decency ever done to her. Mookie noticed that something was wrong; Jason hadn’t finished his tacos yet.
“What’s up man?” Mookie asked.
“Nothing, why,” Jason responded with an unsteady tone.
“Just looks like something is wrong.”
“Nope,” Jason lied still thinking about it. While eating his tacos he started to forget about it and focus more on the beautiful yellow shell in front of him. Just as he was finishing his church van pulled up and yelled at him to get in. They were going back across the border, their day of building houses was over but he knew he would be back and he would never forget about that woman.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Rock Climbing


“Leo,” my counselor yelled, I knew it was my turn to do the rock climbing. I was really excited but terrified at the same time. I meandered over to where I got ready. It all felt like slow motion. Trying to keep my cool, I slipped my harness on; looking at the gigantic thing I had to climb up, I started to reconsider. As my counselors hooked me in, I knew I wasn’t getting out of it.

I was ready to go physically, but mentally not so much. I wobbled my way to the beginning of the climb and started up at a snail’s pace. Inching up the mountain I realized it wasn’t very hard. I started to go a little bit faster and then faster. Now racing up the mountain I hit the hardest part. I slowed to compensate for the burning in my legs, arms and the increasing difficulty of the mountain. Going up this part was like being blindfolded. You couldn’t see anything past your forehead.
Feeling around for holes that I could grasp on to, I wasn’t finding any and I lost all hope in reaching the top, but then I brushed the bottom of a hole. It was just out of reach. I tried to push as hard as possible and stretch as far as humanly possible, but it wasn’t working. I thought about what I had to do, and it was scaring me.

I started to get ready to do it; I wasn’t giving myself time to think so I couldn’t back down. In slow motion again, I crouched down and lunged up to the hole. At first I saw it, and didn’t know what to do. Then I realized it was the hole so I blasted my arms out with all of my force to grab the hole. I was flailing to grab the hole, I almost did but I missed. Landing back in the position I was in before, I tried it again. This time I reacted quicker and got my hands into the hole.

I was extremely tired, but I managed to get up and touch the carabineers at the top. I haven’t been afraid of heights since. I have also done that mountain for the past four years, without a problem.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Sound is art

A clacking sound is in the distance, it gets faster and faster. Then it stopped suddenly like a bird hitting a wall. A dirt dropping noise drowned out the clacking when it came back. A wobbling sound came into the mix. The combination made we want to cover my ears. It all slowly stopped and the clacking again. The murmur grew to a roar; it was like a demon being chopped in half. Overlapping all of the other sounds there was a scrapping; it made your spine cringe. The screeching of chalk on a whiteboard made everything else drown out. Everything came back into play like a big soup of all the leftovers. Joggers slowly dismissed the rest, soon it was only joggers. They passed and the clacking noise was back. Along with the clacking noise there was the kicking of dirt.

Monday, September 28, 2009

What i did this weekend


Sitting on the patio I saw the manager of the store I stole the snuff from walk by. The little black man looked like he didn’t have a place to go, that he was just walking to walk. I wanted so much to be like him but I am a fugitive and I need to figure out about my mother. I realize he probably knows that I stole the snuff and I try to get back inside but he sees me. He starts to walk over and I try to stay calm, he doesn’t look mad. He walks up on to the patio and acknowledges me as the girl that walked into his store.
“Hello, I’m sorry I seem to have forgotten your name,” he said
“It’s Lily, Lily Campbell,” I lied. I remembered the day at the hospital when I lied to get that guard away this reminded me a whole lot of that.
“Oh yeah Rose Campbell’s granddaughter,” He replied in that high pitched voice of his.
“Yes Sir, now if you don’t mind I was going to go back inside, I have finished my tea and I should be getting back to August,” I attempted to get rid of him.
“Oh, sorry for bothering you.” he apologized.
“It’s no problem, goodbye,” I told him.
As he walks away I take a sigh of relief and wave. Waving I get a better view of how bad of a person I am, I have told almost no truth since I got here. I should burn in the depths of hell for what I am doing to these people, stringing them in this web of lies I am making. I go back inside and hope that he doesn’t come back.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

My Fav Hero


The White Fox from the book The White Fox Chronicles is my favorite fictional hero. He is a teenager that lives in the future against a vicious corporation called the CCR that took over the world. He lives in a concentration camp in the child barracks. His family was murdered by the CCR when he was a baby, then he was captured by them 10 years later.

He is my all-time favorite hero because he doesn't use his fists he uses his brains and wits to get out of every problem he faces. He never just fights someone he finds a way to get away without using his strength. He lives in a horrible world yet he can still survive with the thought or the people he left behind at the camp when he escaped. That is his one goal is to get back to the camp and free all the kids he left behind.

He isn't just the normal hero that is why he stands out to me he doesn't just go in and blow everything up he goes in gets what he wants then uses logic makes it impossible for the bad guy to get away. That is why he is personally special to me he believes in brains over brawn and so do I.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

30 things you didn't know about me


1. I like to sail
2. I like to camp
3. Not allergic to anything
4. My favorite food is burgers
5. I have a bucket list
6. Never been to a different continent
7. My favorite animal is a cat or a dog
8. I don't have any pets at the moment
9. I've broken a bone (wrist)
10. My last name is toast with an r (troast)
11. I've had over 50 pets (technically)
12. I've fallen out of my tree 13 times and never broken anything
13. I play soccer and water polo
14. I have a wii.
15. I read the Twilight books just to tell anybody that says they are good that they suck
16. I have an 18 year old brother
17. Apples to Apples is my favorite bordgame
18. my longest monopoly game is 15 hours long with 5 people
19. My name is Leo and my sign is Leo
20. One of my many nicknames is Leo the Lion =/
21. I have had 10-15 nick names thanks to my last name
22. I've lived in San Diego my whole life
23. I've had 9 water related injuries
24. Ive been on TV
25. I've meet native Hawaiians
26. Family guy is my favorite show
27. I have a huge family
28. My grandma is rich
29. I have a giant cartman
30. I've collected 250 bucks in change in 1 year