2nd Quarter Blog Entry #6( Response on prompt #3)

It was kind of hard to find a time that I was tricked into doing something wrong because I was rarely tricked into doing anything. But this trick was something I really wanted to do. My older cousin was always up to no good. He had been getting in a lot of trouble lately so he needed someone to cover up for him, and that someone was me. I t was hard for him because I was very hard to trick. I wasn't the average kid. He was going to try much harder if he wanted me to fall for his childish schemes.

My parents were about to go out that night, so it was just me and my cousin. I was thinking to myself that this would be the perfect time for him to get at me and the perfect time for me to show him that I won't be tricked. They said there good byes and they left and our eyes immediately locked. I went to my room and I didn't turn around to look at him but i knew he was coming for me, but what he didn't know was that he was walking right into my trap. I had already had in my mind that what ever he said I was not going to listen to him. So we had went down to the store down the street for something to snack on. This is where I fall for the trap. He must have found these around the the house because we were together all day. He secretly pulled out some fire crackers that looked like fire. I panicked. He said " Quick, pull the fire alarm". I felt for it. When we got home, we were both in serious trouble. That's the story of when I was tricked.

2nd Quarter Blog Entry #5( Response on prompt #4)

I was only really really in love one time. The girls name was Denice Campren. I don't know why I liked her, I just knew I liked her. Tried everything. Well, not really. I just watched her, and watched her until she finally noticed. I didn't find out that she liked me from the beginning until late in our relationship. So I wasn't going to ask her out until I was absolutely sure that she liked me back. I thought I wasn't getting anywhere by just looking at her, so I decided to take it a step further. I started fighting with her. I would do things like squirt water guns at her face. I knew she liked it, but she covered up by chasing me. I was getting the feeling she was starting to like me. I kept on with that approach.

One day I was playing basketball, and I started to notice that I was making all my shots because she was around, I hardly ever missed when she was around. At first I had these butterflies in my stomach and then as we progressed, I felt awesome. Later on I finally got some courage and asked her out and we began to date. We were going pretty steady and then she had to move. I will never forget the things I did for Denice. And I'm pretty sure she won't either. So far she is the only one that I went that far for.

2nd Quarter Blog Entry #4 ( Response on Prompt #2)

I grew out of being a big bawl baby when I was younger but when I was a big bawl baby, things got out of control. I remember a while back, my little brother was wearing one of my shirts that I couldn't fit anymore, so my mom gave it to my brother. I saw him wearing it, so I decided to take it off of him. He immediately started to scream. My mom came in and started yelling at me for trying to take his clothes off of him. I knew it was the wrong thing to do, but it was my shirt and I was determined to get it back. Even if it meant getting in trouble, I was going to get it back.

I was still trying to get the shirt off of him even though my mom said stop. My mom got me off of him and gave me a spanking. I was so mad and it wasn't even worth it. The shirt couldn't fit me and to be honest, I didn't like it. The only reason I wanted it was because it was mine and I didn't want anyone else wearing it. Selfishness got me in to a lot of trouble that day. That's a story I will never forget. The time I was big bawl baby.

Second Quarter Blog #3 prompt 7

I haven't experienced many deaths in my childhood,in fact I actually haven't really experienced any, but someone i know did die. I was 13 when it happened so I understood that she was going to a better place. I remember one morning I had woken up and was ready to go on an trip to Chicago and I was just about to grab a couple of snacks for the road. I went into the living room and my mom was not looking so well. I gave her some space, but it was starting to bother me. I tried my hardest to keep my mouth shut but it was going to my mind so I asked her if she was all right. She told me one of my child hood friends mother had passed. An huge shock came across me immediately. I asked her one more time to see if I wasn't going crazy. She repeated it, she was gone.

I didn't know what to say. Things were happening so fast in my head and I didn't know what to say or think. It was horrible because she had died because of stress. They didn't have any money, their dad had left them in the middle of the night, their 4 year old sister steal didn't know how to talk, and they were always being made fun of because of the way they smelled or the clothes they were wearing. I always felt sorry for them and always complimented them, but people still kept bothering and pestering them, and all they did was turn the other cheek. All the way up until now there still turning the other cheek. And all I can say is that I'm sorry. I felt totally useless and also,torn to pieces.

I went outside the next couple of days later and heard someone talking about them in a negative way. I immediately told them to shut up and I had told them there mother had died. And then he had said the worse thing he could have ever said, " She probably died because of how bad they stunk." I must have been possessed or something because as soon as he said that I punched him dead in his face and didn't stop until like ten guys got him me off of him. I was so angry and couldn't control my anger. I was still punching while they were carrying me away from the boy. It was an horrible day that I will never forget. Never.

2 Quarter Blog #2 ( Response on prompt 1)

I barely have any temper problems so this response is a difficult one. When I did have temper problems, it was probably when I was younger and it was over little things, and the consequences for them were very little. I can only remember one time when i had real bad temper. Once, in the fifth grade, I was pretty upset about an test I had took. There was one question that I just knew was right but I had got it wrong. That question was going to be the question that brung the test grade up to an A. I was pretty upset. I just knew the question was right and I knew she had messed up. I also knew if I was to come to her with an attitude and a really bad temper, It would result in a detention or worse. At the time I really didn't care what happened as long as I got that question right. Somrhting had to be done about this, and soon.


I wasn't sure where all the anger was coming from, but all i knew was that the anger was coming out, and if I didn't do anything soon, consequenses were going to occur. I had never gotten anything lower than an A on a test and most definently not on an report card. I knew my parents wouldn't be upset with me, but I just kept on with all the rage. I did and said things ththat I wouldn't dare do or say. I needed to cool down. I asked if I could get a drink of water. I was cooling down and my mind was clearing up. I was back. When i came back into the classroom, my teacher had told me that the question that I had got wrong was really right and she had made an mistake. I was relieved and instantly replinished. There were no consequences involved because I had stopped myself before things got out of control. I knew from there on that when I felt temper rising, istantly cool down before thingget to out of hand. When i learned that, I rarely got in trouble.