Final Post

I don't know what to write about, which was the case almost everytime i tried to blog this year. I don't think I'll continue to blog this summer just because of the time it takes me. I do confess to having a xanga website back in middle school but i didn't really keep it up to date so i'm thinking the blog wouldn't really work out either.
I'm just rambling now, but jordan is on the FBI ten most wanted list and is reading about these guys. Osama Bin Laden is number one and has a 25 million dollar reward on him. I think Jordans going to devote his life to catching these criminals and cashing in on the rewards. He just has to figure out how to find them and he'll be set.
I don't know what else to write about and this entry is taking way too long. So far Jordan has made 54 cents off of his blog advertisments so he'll likely have to find a new job if the catching americas most wanted doesn't work out.
This has been one of my most distracted, random, bad blog entries yet, i apologize. but now i', done.

School Lunch

School lunch isn’t always a pleasant experience. Once the bell goes off in your 4th hour class one must hurry down the halls at a sprint in some cases just to get there in time for food. I’m in D lunch and in many cases the kids at the back of the line don’t get food because it’s already run out. Not to mention the crammed tables in the cafeteria. You usually spend about 5 minutes just standing around waiting for somewhere to sit. Then once you sit you have around 15 minutes to eat then be back to class. Alright I needed to get that out of my system.
Because of all this hassle my friends and I go out to eat some days. Because of the short time we just run through the drive through and eat on the way back, but it still beats the whole lunch room experience, no lines, good food, and you can sit down in your car. Next year I’m hoping to have 4th hour off so I can have plenty of time for lunch, a very necessary meal.

On Doing Nothing

Now that the seniors are gone most have my classes have slowed down. By slowed down I mean completely stopped. I am in no way complaining, it's just that I don't feel like going to class more than ever. I have a few classes were all we do is study hall. It's great, except you can only do nothing for so long before it starts to get boring. I think that classes dominated by seniors, especially ap classes should be dismissed after the seniors graduate. I don't think there's any point in keeping kids in class just because there are 180 days in a year to be filled. If they've learned everything needed in the course and have already completed an ap test they should be free to go, plus it would be incentive for kids to take ap classes.

I do think that the last weeks of nothing are a great time for teachers to provide their students with extra credit projects and other ways to improve their grade, i have no problem with that... I just hate spending a whole day at the school especially when I'm just sitting in class. I expect any teacher reading this would get upset and say something about how they can give us more work if will really want them to, and that we shouldn't complain but honestly i don't care and just want summer.

Mosquitos

             Mosquitoes are insects which make up the family Culicidae. They have a pair of scaled wings , a pair of halteres, a slender body, and long legs. The females of most mosquito species suck blood from other animals, which has made them the most deadly disease vectors known to man, killing millions of people over thousands of years and continuing to kill millions per year by the spread of diseases. (Wikipedia)

            You already know what they are, and I'm sure you've all felt the familiar sting of these pests living in Iowa. It's now becoming that time of year, puddles and mud become home to millions of mosquito larvae. I live in a wooded area and it's getting out of control. I'll open the door and within a few seconds a cloud of them will be swarming in front of my face. Anytime I want to go outside i have to cover myself in bug spray. I've never been a fan of the greasy feeling and usually go without it only to be bitten alive, I'm just hoping they become extinct in my lifetime. 

The Tunnel

Before the start of each football game you go through a routine. Get on the bus with all of your stuff and head over to the stadium. Once you’re in the locker room it starts to get quiet and everyone starts to focus on the game. Everyone gets into their pads at different rates and the mood starts to change again. People start yelling, slapping helmets and then coach calls us in for the pre-game meeting after we do our warm-ups out on the field. He gives us our talk and then coach white comes in to get us going. Next we file into the tunnel and squeeze in al tight up next to the banner. The stadium lights shine through the banner into the dark tunnel making a weird artificial light. There’s a strange feeling behind the glowing banner and it gets quiet until the announcer yells the Kennedy Cougars, then coach yells, “go get ‘em!” and we break through opening us up to all the light and noise as we flood onto the field.

Waking Up

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! My alarm usually gets its chime off four times before I reach my arm that’s still stiff from the nights sleep and grip the plastic slider to ALARM-OFF. The slider reminds me of the day to come. I’m reminded of everything I have to do next; I’m not in a good mood.
Next, I reach down and grab my thick blue comforter and pull it off of me along with my sheets. The cool air of my room hits my legs and jolts me awake. Once again, I am not in a good mood. The cold wood floor I step onto just adds to my jolly early-morning mood. As I walk to my door my room is already bright because of my large window, the door opens me up to the stinging hallway lights that shocks my pupils. My eyes get even with me by sending a stinging pain through my forehead.
I walk into my bathroom and turn my adjuster light on low and run some cold water in the sink. I look through the fog in my eyes to the mirror. After I splash my face with some cold water they clear up and I finally get the feeling that I’m awake. I dry off and stretch my arms as I walk into the kitchen and open the pantry and scan the shelves for something decent. I usually can’t find anything and end up grabbing a protein shake then heading out of the door.

Captain Crunch

I open the kitchen cabinet early one morning. My eye automatically goes to the second row from the top, where all the clear tupaware containers are holding different types of cereals. I read them left to right, like a book. First, the dark rough texture with little black dots spots me through its textured plastic container. This would be my dad’s favorite, Raisin Bran. Next over, I see some lighter colored circles, cheerios. Maybe another day, there not even honey nut anyways. My eyes keep moving. Next to the cheerios is some ugly mixture, something too healthy, something that tastes like different types of cardboard and gravel, one of my mom and sisters healthy cereals. I don’t even hesitate as my eyes keep moving onto the familiar, yellow round-cube like pieces of gold. Captain crunch, my favorite. My mouth starts to water as I reach into the cabinet and grab the container. This is going to be a good breakfast.