OMG!

I wish I could write poetry this good
Read this it will bring a tear to your eye

Dear Death

The Final Frontier 3rd entrie

Jan,20,2076,Scott- They chose ME to take that Coward’s spot as Sargent! This sucks! Now I’ll actually have to contribute to an important part of the expedition. Ugh! I hate responsibility! Now I’ll need to set an example and know about the politics behind everything that’s going on. This is going to be bad. What if we get attacked and my team dies! I don’t want to be left out here just to have to find my way back on my own!  The good news is when they don’t need us to explore we become the defence squad ‘which is basically the same thing except  we’ll stay in the same spot and in the walls of the settlement. Either way at least I get to hold a blaster so its not all bad. But anyways I have to stop, we’re boarding.

totally pointless reflection

       My top three posts are as follows: 1 hunger games research project, 2 Being thirteen, 3 tell tale heart project. That is based on page views.

proof that I think... umm, yeah: tell tale heart project. Its wierd comming up with an abstract piont of view.

example of  growth: tell tale heart project. It shows im thinking from an abstract point of veiw

example of creativity:  The Final Frontier  I had to create a plot and people 

The Final Frontier 2nd entrie

Jan,19,2076,Scott- NASA has announced the formation of squads there are many jobs people need to complete like Exploration/Defence, Gathering, hunting , ect. The squads will complete the tasks as they arise but each squad needs a Sergent to command them and settle disputes between one another. The only people they listen to are the Captains, oh yeah the Captains are the leaders of 10 men ( two squads). But anyways the srg. for the exploration squad bailed on us and they need a new Sargent, I pray for whoever they make take that job. I just want to skate by so  I’m just going to be in the defence squad as a lackey or something, that way I can lounge around with a TZ-15 and shoot anything that tries to get by. One day and some change till liftoff.

The Final Frontier (PREVIEW)

Jan,17,2076- My name is Jason Scott I may only be 15 but I have a very important job. I am one of the 14 teens chosen to settle the final frontier, planet X. Yes the U.S. Government is sending 14 teens, 6 kids, and 30 adults to populate the small planet Omega 7. We are all currently being educated on boring stuff like gravity and pressures but mainly survival techniques like how to clean water. NASA says we should keep a log of everything that happens, kind of like a diary.
Well that’s it for my first entry, time till lift-off aprox. 74 hours and counting.


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The Tell-Tale Heart project

The man before me was a shell of his former elagant self, he was boney with short black hair. As always the client was in a straight jacket and pants loose around the legs, covered in buckles to sacure him to certain positions and places and had wild hair and often giggled, the one thing that peaked my curiosity was his sense of acomplishment yet fear. "... so you see I'm not mad for a madman would not have been so careful when hiding the body."

I had already deduced that he was indeed insane, due to his imense parinoia and claims of hearing the man's heart beat even after death , but to convince him that I was considering his sanity, which in itself a attempt to calm him, I asked to here the story one more time. what intrigued me most was his consistancy, it was as if he was reading it from a script for not a word chaged in the four times now five that he had told me his tale. "Can you discribe this eye that caused you to fulfill this lust for blood?"

 The inquire startled him for he answerd "No! I can not! The mear thought of it vexes me so. The vulture eye, ever present, ever watchful! It calms me, the knowledge that the eye will never open again." 

That eye must have somthing diffrent it drove the man before me mad! But in fear of triggering an out burst I did not question him further. As the orderlys walked in, for their session was over, a bead of sweat rolled down the man's cheek and he jumped up and screamed "NO! NOT AGAIN! There it is again! The constant thumping! I can't take it! NO!"

The two men pounced on him as soon as he begain to wail. They dragged him out of the room by his collar as he whimperd. "Make it stop. Please. Please make it stop." and with that the doors shut and I was once again alone with my thoughts and a stack of unfinshed paper work.

Huger Games Research Project

Roman Gladiators were very simlar to the Hunger Games. They both fought to the death in an arena.

As I found out there was more than thirty differnt types of gladiators and some of the tributes remind me of them.
One of which is called a Hoplomachi (UNRV) (hoplon means shield in greek)"Gladiator" Reminds me of Thresh because they are both big and like a human tank.
Another is called a Venatore (hunter)(UNRV) and they remind me of  Katniss because the both hunt animals with bows.
A Thrace were named after where they came from and they commonly didn't wear armor(UNRV). If they did then it would only be thigh-length  which would leave them open to cut or gashes on their shins and hind-leg.
 Cato would be a Mirmillione(sea-fish)(UNRV) because they wore a lot of armor and in the games Cato's camp was near water.


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"Roman Gladiator Types." UNRV History - Roman Empire. Web. 07 Dec. 2011. http://www.unrv.com/culture/roman-gladiators.php.