As she approached my friends and me started talking gibberish. When she finally reached us we just knew we were in trouble. If i wouldn't have been barefooted i would have took off running but there was so much glass and hardly any light at all. After she realized we were just young kids her temper quit flaring. It was all like a cartoon i had seen on t.v. all we had to do was apologize to her and clean up the mess.
What had happened was me and my friends were playing catch with a baseball. One of my friends lost control of the ball and it flew threw my neighbors window and knocked down her chandelier. She was pretty mad but when we explained what had happened she told us she wouldn't tell our parents. That was a relief for all of us. When we finished cleaning the mess we thanked her for not being to upset and calling our parents and we apologized and left.
I thought we were all in a cartoon that night. It was like somebody had wrote a story bout us and put us on camera. It just felt funky to me. But my neighbor lied to us she did tell our parents and we had to work for her just long enough to equally pay for the damaged we had caused. My parents were not happy with me and i think i got a total of five whippings. That's when i decided that i should have done more damage for that ha ha.

Well I remember way back to the first years of school like 3rd grade. I had a teacher named Mrs. Sanders or Ms. Sanders something like that. She used to always talk to me when i was reading. I think its partly because she knew i had trouble reading with somebody talking to me. I finally asked her why she kept doing that she simply replied you have to practice at reading to get better. I can see that you have trouble reading when there is a bunch of noise. So to be able to get over that you have to practice. Two weeks went passed and i still could not read very good. Another two weeks and still nothing. It took me almost six weeks to finally figure out that i was actually getting better and was actually reading faster. Without her help I probably wouldnt be reading very good. Now I can read any where and around whatever noises i want to. I just choose not to read anymore

Senioritis

Well you see there this thing that happens to everybody when they are seniors. They tend to get senioritis. They procrastinate everything and tend to not show up to school. I have missed more days this year than I have any other school year. I usually turn my work in on time, but not anymore I haven't turned any work in on time in a long time. I have to get back on the ball and get my work turned in or they just could possibly fail me and make me come back again next year. That would be bad for me and the teachers because im sure the teachers are ready for me to leave haha. I have a tendency to get on teachers nerves. I am almost positive that my shop teachers are ready for me to graduate because i have five shop classes thats where i spend my whole day everyday. In the end im sure everything will work out and everybody including me will be happy when i walk across the stage and pick up my diploma.

Innocent

I would tell them that they are stupid because there are no such things as witches. To prove it i would show them that there is no way that anybody could fly or curse other people. If they still insist on hanging people because they continue to think they are witches then id hope that God would take mercy on their souls.

Ten Reasons I love spring semester

1. graduate
2. everything speeds up
3. spring break
4. get to travel more
5. get to sleep later
6. get to visit people i havent seen in a long time
7. visit family
8. family comes to the house to stay
9. the cookouts we have
10. the fun time i get to have on my dirtbike out at my grandmas

Baby Sam is Lucky

Tiffnie had a completely normal pregnancy. In fact, she told NBC News in a prerecorded segment, “I enjoyed every minute of it.”

Near the end of her pregnancy, Tiffnie Esquibel started to get very big, and her obstetrician suggested inducing birth. Tiffnie decided against the procedure, but a week later went in for a routine ultrasound scan to make sure everything was still fine.

Her doctor told her there was something wrong. What appeared to be a tumor had appeared in the baby’s brain. Whether it was cancerous or not could not be determined until Sam was born, and the doctor advised inducing labor immediately. Tiffnie agreed, and after four hours of labor delivered Sam.

‘Get him baptized’
On Oct. 2, Tiffnie and her husband, Manny, got the news no parent wants to hear: Their newborn son had a large tumor in his brain. A neurosurgeon asked them if they were religious. When they told him they were Roman Catholics, he advised them to get Sam baptized immediately.

The Esquibels had waited what seemed like forever for a child, and now that they had a son, they were being told he might not survive.

TODAY Tests showed a large mass inside baby Sam Esquibel’s brain.

“That was the toughest part that I went through — when they started saying, ‘You might want to get your son baptized.’ That was very hard to take,” Manny Esquibel told Lauer.

Sam was transferred to the pediatric center at the Memorial Hospital for Children in Colorado Springs On Oct. 3, neurosurgeon Dr. Paul Grabb led a team that operated on Sam’s brain to remove the tumor. When he opened the tumor, a tiny, perfectly formed foot popped out.

“A lot of us who have been in practice long enough like to think we’ve seen everything,” Grabb told NBC News. “Well, we haven’t. The foot quite literally popped out of the tumor. I stopped operating, since I’m not used to seeing a foot in the brain.”

One for the books
After going back to work, Grabb removed the tumor, which was found to contain other partially formed body parts, including a thigh and a hand. The tumor would prove to be noncancerous, and monthly tests on Sam have shown that it is not growing back.

TODAY This computer graphic shows the location of the foot-shaped mass in baby Sam’s brain.

When Grabb came out of surgery, he and other members of the surgical team told the Esquibels what he had found.

“They just looked at us and said, ‘It’s just remarkable. It’s for the books what we found,’ ” Tiffnie Esquibel said. “We were stunned. We didn’t know what to think when they told us what they found.”

What makes them think of Sam as a miracle is that if Tiffnie had agreed to induced labor a week earlier, the final ultrasound would not have been taken and the tumor would not have been discovered.

If that had happened, it could have continued to grow, and either killed or severely damaged Sam.

Rare or rarer
Dr. Nancy Snyderman, chief medical editor for NBC News, joined the Esquibels with Lauer and said that the tumor could be one of two rare birth conditions. The first and more common is a teratoma, which is a mass that contains various incompletely formed body parts that may include hair and teeth.

“I’ve seen quite a few teratomas in my life, in the neck, in the chest, in the abdomen,” Snyderman said. “Never one in the brain.”

Courtesy Memorial Hospital for Children When doctors opened the tumor in baby Sam’s brain, a perfectly shaped foot popped out.

She said that the other condition, of which fewer than 100 have ever been reported in the world, is called fetus in fetu. The term literally means “fetus in fetus” and occurs when one twin engulfs the other in the womb. The engulfed twin feeds off the other as a sort of parasite and continues to grow and develop. Unless removed, it usually proves fatal.

Doctors who have reviewed Sam’s case tend to think the tumor was a teratoma. Snyderman said that Sam will surely become a case study in a little-understood medical phenomenon.

At present Sam tends to fix his gaze toward the right side of his head, where the tumor was. He is undergoing physical therapy for that and is improving steadily. Other than that, he shows no effects from the tumor.

Whatever medical science calls him, Sam’s parents will always see him as their miracle baby.

“He’s turned our life around,” Manny Esquibel told Lauer. “That’s for sure.”

Through the eyes of a dog

If i was a dog i would want to be my dog bugs. Bugs is a mutt. I would lay around the yard and sleep all day and when B would come and try to play with me i would just chill like i always do. When night time comes i will roam around town and check out the scenery. My favorite thing to do is being let in the house when its cold. My owner lets me come inside and stay most of the day. At night he lets me out but its ok that is when i have to roam around town i have a schedule. Most everybody thinks i'm a depressed dog but im not really i just never want to play. I have feelings like i get mad when B bites me to hard or plays to rough but other than that i really don't mind alot of things