Wood Chips

Article posted September 23, 2005 at 07:25 PM GMT0 • Reads 60

The one thing I want to do in eighth grade is to take out the wood chips and put something better in. I am one of the Student Council Officers and I think it would be wonderful to be remembered and the Student Council of 2006 that actually did something about the wood chips rather just talking about it.

The wood chips in my opinion was a good and a bad idea. It was a good idea because no one could get really hurt if they fell on them. If there was gravel in place for them then people would fall and hurt themselves. So that is the good reason and the bad reason is that the wood chips get all dry and then they start to blow around and get into everyone's eyes, kids start throwing them at each other, and you have to keep refilling and replacing the wood chips.

In conclusion, I want everyone that comes to our school to remember the Student Council of 2006 because they got rid of the wood chips. That is what I want to do by the time I finish eighth grade.

911

Article posted September 25, 2005 at 06:36 PM GMT0 • Reads 32

Something that makes me feel sad is the event of September 11th, 2001. It was a sad and very emotional day. I was in school the time and day it happened, but it was all over the news.

Every station had something different as if there were three or four airplane crashes that went on. Everyone was devestated and in shock for a couple of months. Till this point in time I have still have not gotten over it.

There was different stories about the men who drove the plane into the two towers. Like after they crashed the place they saw the devil's face in the clouds and the drivers of the plane said they were told to do this and the person who told them to do it they said it was God.

I personally do not believe them, but all I know is that it was a very terriable thing to do to so many lives and families.

The Man in the Mask

Article posted September 29, 2005 at 04:41 PM GMT0 • Reads 43

I woke up one morning and I was scared out of my mind. I was shivering like crazy. I was so scared that my knees were knocking so hard together that I had fresh new bruises forming. I had the worst dream ever.

I dreamt that I was in an alley alone and getting a feeling that someone was behind me. I turned around and nobody was there. I started to walk and then I get the feeling that someone was behind me again so I turned around once more and nobody was there. I kept walking and I went into a power walk and I got that same feeling yet again and I turned around and nobody was there. Now I am running and sprinting down the alley still feeling as if somebody was behind me and this time when I spun around to look for something and all I found was a mask on the cold, hared concrete street.

I walked up to the mask and I noticed it was drenched in blood. I freaked out, dropped the mask, and started to walk backwards. After I walked two or three steps, I bumped into something that seemed as if it were a human. I whorled around to find out that it was nothing. I could not have imagined it. I thought it was the wall but to find out that the walls of the buildings were nine or ten feet away from where I was standing. I got dizzy with fear and everything around me started to spin and when I started to run I tripped and fell. When I looked up to search for something to grab hold of I saw a tall black figure wearing the bloody mask I found earlier and also holding a knife.

I started to run in the other direction. I ran as hard and as fast as I could. I did not want to see the bloody faced figure again. As I was about to turn around I ran into a garbage can. I was sitting on the floor rubbing my eyes because I got a cut from when I had ran into the garbage can. When I looked up I saw the figure hovering fight over me. It pulled out its knife it was holding and stabbed me and on my final stab that killed me I woke up.

I was horrified of what had happened. When I got up I looked around my room and found my pillow on the floor filled with bold, my blood. I freaked out and started to panic and when I did I realized my forehead started to hurt. I went to touch my forehead and when I did I realized blood was all over my hand. I rushed over to my mirror and found that I had a cut in the same place I got a cut in my dream. I tried to force a thought that I just might have fallen outside while playing and I believed it, but I still had that idea that my dream was partially true.