How To Stand Up On a Surfboard
Materials: A longboard, a ocean, waves, and patience
Steps:
1. Paddle out into the waves and charge!
2. Sit and wait for a wave more on the inside, or near the beach, don’t paddle out too far
3. Whether or not the wave has broken yet, turn around and paddle hard
4. Paddling is when you lat flat on your stomach on the surfboard with your arms at your sides in the water. To paddle, reach forward as far as you can and pull the water back, like a breast stroke.
5. Make sure you are on the board in the right spot and you’re too far back or too far forward
6. Paddle and catch that wave!
7. Once you feel yourself catching the wave and accelerating forward, grab the rails of the board near your chest (the side of the board)
8. Push your upper body up like a push up, while simultaneously jumping or sliding your feet forward underneath you.
9. Once you’re either on your knees or on your feet, stand up and enjoy the ride.

Dario - Borscht

Introduction:
Borscht, as you can see, is a soup made mostly from beets, but also includes beef-flavored bouillon and garlic. It was eaten mostly in Russia and other parts of Eastern Europe mainly by poor people, hence the simplicity. Borscht had been around for a long time in the Slavic region, but played a big part in the Russian Revolution. During the revolution when such a large majority of the citizens were poor, borscht was a main staple of their daily diet because beets were so cheap. Though borscht was cheap and easy to make, it had negatives to it as well. Not enough iron, protein, or vitamins were included in this soup, which could have lead to many deficiencies or illnesses in the person. These lacking diets could lead to diseases such as malnutrition or anemia. Anemia usually comes from iron deficiency and is a disease where not enough iron gets into one’s blood, meaning that blood cannot get sufficient oxygen, not allowing it to function properly. Usually red meat can be consumed to solve this, if available. If not, different flours and breads are strong alternatives as well.

Ingredients:
6 cups of beef boullion
6 beets
3 cloves garlic
juice of 1 lemon
sour cream (whatever amount you like)

Process:
1. Get a large bowl.
2. Peel and chop beets. Put them in the bowl.
3. Smash garlic and put it in the bowl.
4. Mix boullion with lemon juice. Put this mix in the bowl of beets and garlic.
5. Boil in a pot until beets are soft. This will usually take about 40 minutes.
6. Serve hot or cold, with a garnish of sour cream.

Brian - How To

10 SIMPLE STEPS ON HOW TO BE A: JETSETTER, SOCIALITE, “IT” GUY/GIRL & PARTYGOER

Introduction:
You may be asking yourself “what in the world is a jetsetter or socialite?”
First of all, a jetsetter is a person who spends their life going from city to city worldwide to satisfy their every need and live a very luxurious life.
Second of all, a socialite is a different version of a jetsetter but spends most of their life entertaining people and attending social events.
Examples of Jetsetters and Socialites:
1. Fabian Basabe
2. Paris Hilton
3. Brittny Gastineau
4. Carrie Bradshaw from “Sex & The City”
5. Tara Reid
6. Alex Quinn

Steps:

1. Have the best clothes. (Be a trendsetter).
2. You’ve got to love attention. (How else would you entertain others?)
3. Always be happy and energetic.
4. Only eat either fast food or fabulous food. (Greasy chips or perfect crab cakes, cheesy junk or expensive cheese, cotton candy or caviar.)
5. Never wake up before ten and never go to bed before three. (Normal hours are for normal people. Being normal is boring. I'm yawning.)
6. Dance like no one is watching.
7. Be confidante with everything you do or say.
8. Socialize every time you can.
9. Be mean to people. (The truth always hurts)
10. Walk into a room like you own it.

Alma Palacios, "qusadilla"

"How To Quesadillas"

What you need to have ready

2 to three flour or corn tortillas (depending on how much you want to make)
Anytime of cheese you like (preferably quese Chihua)
Preheat a lightly greased griddle.

Directions

• Place the tortillas in the griddle after 5 or 6 minutes of being preheated.
• The cook for about 3 to 4 on each side. (Be careful that your griddle is not too hot )
• Once the quesadilla is golden brown place strips of quesadilla on the tortilla and fold in half.
• After this, let the quesadilla heat until the cheese is melted.
• Soon after this, place them in a plate for they can burn if left in the griddle too long.

Enjoy your delicious Mexican food!!!!

Ariba Ariba!

Alma Palacios, "qusadilla"

"How To Quesadillas"

What you need to have ready

2 to three flour or corn tortillas (depending on how much you want to make)
Anytime of cheese you like (preferably quese Chihua)
Preheat a lightly greased griddle.

Directions

• Place the tortillas in the griddle after 5 or 6 minutes of being preheated.
• The cook for about 3 to 4 on each side. (Be careful that your griddle is not too hot )
• Once the quesadilla is golden brown place strips of quesadilla on the tortilla and fold in half.
• After this, let the quesadilla heat until the cheese is melted.
• Soon after this, place them in a plate for they can burn if left in the griddle too long.

Enjoy your delicious Mexican food!!!!

Ariba Ariba!

Madison How To

CRAZY CAKE FOR THE BEGINNER BAKER





Materials you will need:
*9x13x2 baking pan
*mixing wooden spoon
*cooking spray
*measuring cups/spoons
*oven

Ingredients: (in order used)
*3 cups of flour
*2 cups of granulated sugar
*2 teaspoons of baking soda
*1 teaspoon of salt
*1 tablespoon of vanilla
*6 tablespoons of unsweetened Hershey’s coco
*1 cup of Wesson cooking oil (for healthier recipe, use olive oil)
*2 tablespoons of vinegar
*2 cups of water

Preparation time approx. 10 minutes

Preheat oven to 350 degrees

*Lightly spray baking pan or dish with cooking spray
*put dry ingredients directly in the baking pan, beginning with the flour, and make a mountain shape.
*blend all of the dry ingredients with a spoon until thoroughly mixed.
*gently shake the pan to even out the mixture creating a level surface.
(this is where the crazy part comes in)
*make 3 holes, one large for the oil and two smaller one.
*in the first hole pour in the oil, in the second hole add vanilla and in the third hole put in the vinegar
*pour the 2 cups of water over the whole thing.
*mix well with a wooden spoon until the mixture is smooth. Place in the oven for 30-35 minutes or until the center tests done with a toothpick.

Let cool for approximately 30 minutes before frosting your cake.

Enjoy!

Conrad - "How to throw a curveball"

1. Start by facing with both home plate homeplate.

2. Now, grip the ball with index and middle finger along the seams anywhere on the ball. Make sure that both fingers are above it so you cant get a good downard motion.

3. Now start your windup by taking your left foot back and then bringing it up to your chest.

4. Now kick your leg out towards home plate.

5. Right before you hit the ground with your front foot, your arm should be at 2 o' clock relative to the rest of your body.

6. At the same time, whip the ball in the downward motion in order to develop a low pressure system under the ball. This will causes the ball drop depending how you let go.

7. Follow through with your back leg along with your front squaring off toward home ready for a comebacker.

Note: Try experimenting with different grips and arm actions to develop the best curveball for you.

Dan -- How To

How to Make a Peanut Butter and Brown Sugar Sandwich.

Ingredients:
2 slices of Bread (maker's choice -- I prefer white)
Smooth Peanut Butter
Brown Sugar

Tools:
Butter Knife
Spoon

Process:

1.) Lay a sheet of paper towel on the table (This is your workspace)

2.) Place both slices of bread, face up and beside each other on the paper towel. (You may toast bread first, if you wish -- it tastes better toasted)

3.) Spread Peanut Butter with knife onto both slices of bread. Be sure to cover completely with a healthy layer.

4.) Take the spoon and break loose the brown sugar so the sugar is not in clumps.

5.) Take a spoonful and pour in a pile on one side of the bread.

6.) Spread the brown sugar with the backside of the spoon, covering the whole slice of bread with a concentrated thin layer of sugar. If you must, use a second spoonful.

7.) Place un-sugared bread slice on top and enjoy your sandwich.

Trenten R. - How To Make...

How to Make a Rubber Band Ball

1.
Start with gathering around 200 Rubber bands, this will give you about a 3 inch ball that is perfect weight and has extraordinary bounce.

2.
Then grab 3-5 Rubber bands and twist repeatedly, once twisted roll the knot into a ball. This knot will soon become the core of the ball.

3.
Once the core is firm and stable, start wrapping 1 Rubber band around it repeatedly.

4.
Continue the process until all of the Rubber bands are used

5.
Have some fun.

Estefanie - How to be organized

“My room is cluttered and I can’t work! I can never find what I need!”

Step one: Choose something that needs to be organized. This “something” can be a room, a backpack, an office drawer… anything.

Step two: Gather all items which need to be organized into a pile and separate them into categories. For example: Desk items – paper clips, stapler, pencils pens…
Knick-knacks – picture frames, figurines, paper weights etc… Papers/Documents

Step three: Sort each category one at a time and decide which items are still needed and must be handy at all times, which items are still needed but don’t need to be kept handy, and trash.

Limit the number of desk items and knick-knacks which are out in the open. Store the rest or throw them away.

Step four: Take all papers/documents and organize into categories. Keep separate categories by using folders or dividers. Label folders/dividers and store in a drawer/file cabinet/box.


“I ALWAYS FORGET WHAT I NEED TO DO”

Step one: Buy a planner. If you’re the type of person that has a lot of appointments, get a daily planner that is separated into times. If you’re the type of person that has general appointments and general to-do’s get a weekly/monthly planner.

Step two: In the monthly overview, PENCIL in all important dates that you need to remember, or meetings and appointments you are unsure you are able to attend. When events become a “for sure thing” erase it and write the event in pen. Copy the events into weekly overviews.

Step three: Write assignments/things to remember in their respective day slot when you are informed of them.

Step four: Check of your to-do’s which are written in the day slots as you complete them. This will help you remember what you have and haven’t done.

Chris Nho - How to 6-Step Clockwise

General information:
No one gets a move the first try. Having a fluid 6-step is going to take practice, eventually the movements will feel familiar. The 6-step is broken down into six different moves.

Start off position:
Start off in a push up position, except spread your legs apart by about a yard (you will later find that the more distanced they are, the more dynamic the move looks).

Step 1):
You will need to place the right side of your right foot about two feet to the left of your left hand. This will cause your left leg to bend, which is perfectly fine. Release your left hand and your body should now be in a slightly sideways position.

Step 2):
Now stick the lower part your left shin (somewhere close to your foot and shin) into the crevice of your right leg (which I will refer to as the legpit). Your left arm should still be up, but slightly less tilted than the last step.

Step 3):
“Unwind” your right leg and bring it so it is parallel to your other leg, which should still be bent. Your left hand should already be down and you will find yourself in a crab position.

Step 4):
Move your left leg clockwise so that your legpit is now making contact with your right shin, but make sure it is low enough so that your foot is still touching the ground. By the end of this step, you should be in the exact same position as the end of step 2, except it is occurring on the other side.

Step 5):
Just how your once moved your shin into your legpit, move your right foot back as much as you can but make sure both legs create a 60 degree angle. While your foot is moving, your right arm should come up and be in the air.

Step 6):
The last move of the 6-step is to move your left foot back, so that you are once again in the start position (pushup). As your leg is making this movement, put your right hand down to keep balance.

And there you have it! You now know how to 6-step. Practice hard and start slow, making sure you know each move. Good luck!

***Notes***

Once you have the basic steps, keep these few things in mind:

• Try to never have your whole foot on the ground, instead try to make sure only parts of your foot are making contact. This will give it a quicker look.
• There are several variations that can occur in the 6-step, be creative and explore new moves. If you are really interested, look up how to do CC’s, swipes, and other #-steps.

Stephanie's How To:

How to Make Your Hair Shiny, Soft, and Healthy

step 1: Wash your hair every day, preferably at night.

A) Use a good brand of shampoo that you bought at a beauty supply store or a hair salon.

B) Next put on conditioner which should also be a good brand and leave in hair for at least 5 minutes. Rinse with warm water.

C) After, Comb out hair and towel dry as best as you can.

D) Apply a large amount of Paul Mitchell green apple Super Skinny Serum into damp hair. Comb through hair gently and rub on the ends of hair as well.

E) In the morning after hair has dried apply another coat of the serum and style as usual.

Reminders:

Don't use products that are tested on animals....They will not only make you a cruel person but your hair will look ugly as well.

Always brush your hair at every chance you get.

Remember curly hair is not that bad....but straight hair does make it look more sleek.

Use the serum whenever you can....you should be exepecting to buy a new bottle at least every three weeks.

Wes -> How to

How to create a Shutdown Icon

Requirements:
Windows XP
Basic computer knowledge

what this does: creates a nifty shortcut you can use to shutdown.
**alternate use: create a "prank" icon (see additional steps)**

instructions (you may want to print or save these):
1.) minimize any open windows so that only the desktop is showing (you'll obviously need to refer back to here, so don't close this out).
2.) right click the desktop.
3.) with the mouse, hover over New -> click "Shortcut"
4.) This should bring up a shortcut wizard. Where it says to type the location, paste this text [%windir%\system32\SHUTDOWN.exe -s] (without the brackets).
5.) Click next. It should then ask you to name it. Name it "Shutdown Button", or whatever you like (the name doesn't matter, as long as you remember what you called it).
6. Click finish. You should now have a new icon on your desktop with the name you gave it.
7.) Kind of ugly, isn't it? Right click icon -> click Properties
8.) With the Properties window open, the tab at the top that should be highlighted is "Shortcut". If not, click the "Shortcut" tab.
9.) Look to the bottom and click the "Change Icon..." Button.
10.) A window will pop-up saying that shutdown.exe contains no icons. Click OK.
11.) A new window with icons will appear. Choose the red one with the circle and the vertical line (aka the Shutdown Icon), and click OK. If there is a different icon you would like to use, feel free to use that.
12.) Return to the Properties window, Click Apply, then OK.
13.) Your icon should update, and look much nicer.

Thats it! You've sucessfully created the handy 'SHUTDOWN' icon!
When you double click your icon now, a thirty second timer will start**, which will shutdown your computer.

**If you want it to shutdown instantly add "-t 01" to the end of the shortcut's target field, in the properties window. This basically sets that countdown timer to zero.

**If you are mischevious or computer literate, continue reading**

So, you want to make a prank icon?

Follow these steps then, but bewarned, no one likes a jerk who shuts down people's computers at their expense...

1.) follow steps 1-10 from the original instructions.
2.) this is where you can get creative. Instead of choosing a simple shutdown icon, you can choose, perhaps, the Internet Explorer icon.
3.) Apply that, rename the icon "Internet Explorer", and you've got a pretty convincing prank IE icon.
4.) To make things more interesting though, you should make some "additions" to the shortcut.
5.) open up the icon's properties window again. Make sure the "Shortcut" tab is highlighted. In the 'Target' field, add this [-s -t XX -c "XXXXXXXXXXXX"] to the end (without the brackets).
6.)these extra commands make a popup window appear as the computer shutsdown, and adds a comment. Replace 'XX' with a number between 01-30. The number will represent the timer, in seconds.For example, replacing XX with 25 means that the computer will countdown 25 seconds.
7.) replace "XXXXXXXXXXXX" with a comment, up to 127 characters. For example "You should have used Firefox..."
8.) Apply, and hit OK. you now have a fake icon that will shutdown their computer in, say 25 seconds, with a message of "You should have used Firefox..."
9.) Enjoy your lame prank.

Adriana- How to

How to Kick a Soccer Ball

1. Get a good size soccer ball and some shoes.
2. Place the ball on the ground and take a couple steps back. If you want to kick the soccer ball harder or in the air, then take a couple steps to the side. (Move to the left if you’re kicking with your right foot, and to the right if you are kicking with your left foot.)
3. Run towards the ball and place the foot you are not kicking with (your plant foot) half a foot away. Depending on where you are desired to kick the ball, point your foot in that direction.
4. Bring your leg back and swing it forward with your pointed toe facing the ground. You should strike the ball with your laces.

Jameela - How to Walk It out

Brief History
The action of "Walking It Out" is a dance from Atlanta Georgia. It was created a couple of years ago and it was dance that people would just do in the club. Then, because this dance became so popular and everyone was doing it they decided to walk it world wide and make a song that relates specifically to this dance. The song was titled, Walk It Out, and it was written by Dj Unk. Every season there is a new dance vibe and before this it was the crunk movement. Now all the songs and dance steps that come out are about rocking. There are other forms of this such as Rocking your hips, and lean with it rock with it. The idea of this dance is somewhat of a hip hop movement in history. The part of this movement that I'm am going to teach to you is how to Walk It Out.


Materials Needed

1. Music : Walk It Out by Unk or Walk it Out remix w/ Andre 3000
2. Mirror (optional)
3. Enough Space to move around

Process: How to Walk It Out

1. Turn on the music (preferably Walk It out, by Unk)
2. Sing along to the beginning (Just say the Heeey part)
3. After you say hey Place your arms up and fold your elbows
4. Slowly Move both your heels and hands to the right
5. Then, Slowly move your heels and hands to the left
6. Then do the same thing but speed up the process, and alternate your hands
7. Now going the same speed alternate your hands and heels
8. You’re walking it out now!
9. See variations for more fun, or just stop when music ends

Variations

1. While your walking it out bend your knees
2. While your walking it out move up and down with your knees bent
3. While your walking it out move up and down, and spinning around

Possible Uses

1. Partys, Clubs
2. You Tube
3. Talent Show/Competitions
4. For the Mirror =)

Megan- How To...

How to draw a square
Terms:
90º angle: An angle with a value of 90º. It is almost like a sharp corner. It appears to be any version of these (┌ ┐└ ┘), connecting .
Perpendicular: at a 90º angle to a given line or plane. (ex: a flag pole lies perpendicular to the floor).
Vertical: Going from north to south, from top to bottom. Perpendicular to the horizontal.

Materials needed:
Pen
Writing Medium

Begin by obtaining materials and setting writing medium on a flat surface.
Open the cap of the pen, exposing it to use for writing.
Place the tip of the pen in the upper right corner, perpendicular to the writing medium.
Draw a straight line vertically down from this point. Make sure it does not go off the page. Keep note of the length of this line.
When finished, do not remove pen from writing medium.
Now draw a straight line of the same length and width 90º to the left of the line you just completed. Keep the pen in place.
Draw a straight line of the same length and width 90º upwards from the line you just completed. Keep the pen in place.
Draw a straight line of the same length and width 90º to the right of the line you just completed. This should connect the four lines together.
Remove the pen from the medium and cap.
Admire your amazing drawing of a square!

Possible uses: Math and Geometry, Architectural design, Drawing a Robot, Creating a Table, etc.


Example:

Shayna- HowTo/ Recipe

Pasta Salad

Ingredients:

1 bag pasta – preferably bowties or rotini (corkscrews)
6-8 oz. Pesto sauce (use as desired) (usually one whole store bought Ralph’s pesto)
1 whole can pitted black olives
1 ½ cups sliced sun- dried tomatoes IN OIL (Costco)
1 ½ cups artichoke heart pieces
1 ½ cups pine nuts
Freshly grated parmesan cheese (as desired)

• Directions:
• Cook pasta fully, drain, rinse with cold water, drain again and place in large bowl
• Add pesto sauce and mix well (you may add more if desired, there should be a lot)
• Add sun-dried tomatoes- you might have to cut them into thin strips because sometimes they come in halves (Don’t be afraid to let the oil drain in, it makes it taste better!)
• Add artichoke hearts (You may need to cut them so they are bite size. Again, its ok to let a little oil train in for taste)
• Mix well and make sure everything is evenly spread. At this point you may want to add more of the tomatoes or artichoke, depending on preference.
• Add one can of drained olives
• Add pine nuts
• Mix everything well
• Grate fresh parmesan cheese (use as desired)
• Mix (If it is too dry, pour some oil from the sun- dried tomatoes, it should be fairly wet)
• Cool for at least 2 hours- This way, all the flavors can mix, and besides, it better cold!

Makes 12-20 servings (depending on portions)

All ingredients can be eliminated (except pasta and pesto) or even increased, whatever you and your loved ones want! Enjoy this pasta; it is great for any occasion.

Colton Lewis

Life Paragraph

Part 1 -

If there is one thing I hate about myself is that I find that people tend to try to .make me mad because they know how it makes me react. This makes me frustrated quite a lot of the time because I know that in many situations people do it on purpose knowing how I will react and do it just for the pleasure of themselves. When this happens I find myself trying to understand for what possible reason they could be doing this and I try to examine the situation so I have a better understanding of why. Most of the time this doesn’t always work and people do it just because they love my reaction. So I found that I just don’t need to give people the time of day when they are purposely trying to make me mad. When people do this to me, I try to just blow them off and try to ignore them to the fullest extent in order to not let myself be riled up by someone.

Part 2 –

San Diego is my hometown and I have been here since I was born and I don’t think I will ever leave. I love this town because it is right next to the coast and the weather is perfect, everything is within a few hours drive because San Diego is very centralized in a way that the beach, the desert, the snowy mountains and the river are all within three hours of my hometown, I love it. I like living in this populated town but sometimes I feel that there are just too many people in San Diego and I feel that it is overpopulated in many areas. The good things about San Diego definitely outweigh the bad things of San Diego and I find myself often just sitting back and enjoying San Diego as a whole. I love to drive around and learn new areas while exploring a place that I have hardly seen much of simply because I love to drive in nice areas. The views and landscapes within San Diego are phenomenal and I don’t know what I would do without

all of the lookout spots that I find. I love my city and I don’t think I ever want to move.

Part 3 –

I was born on September 26, 1990 and I was the ladder of two children.

The relationships with my family are good especially through the times that we have been through together. We were raised with good morals, common sense, and logical thinking which allow us to think clear and make proper decisions. We have come closer over the past 8 years due to the loss of my father which took a toll on everyone in my family. My mom has raised me since I was in 3^rd grade and my brother since he was in 9^th, she has done it alone and for this I give my mom so much respect and I love her with all my heart. Raising two boys who saw the actions of their father and then we’re unintentionally reflected upon them is not always easy, especially because she saw him in us. My brother and I are close and we talk everyday and usually watch Adult Swim together and just talk about a bunch of random things. My mom and I talk all the time and she helps me whenever possible, our relationship is strong. These things have brought us together in everyway.

Part 4 –

A childhood game that I always used to play was Roller Hockey. I absolutely loved playing hockey and to this day I still do. My friends and I used to gather around on a flat street and set up goal posts, lace up our nice hockey skates and just play for like two of three hours just having a lot of fun with roughly six or seven people. As I got older and my friends moved away, I had to find another place to play so I went to the YMCA and played roller hockey there. I loved the YMCA although it took me a little while to really excel and roller hockey but it also took playing with bad players and good players and bad coaches and good coaches to better understand the game of hockey. As I got old I absolutely loved hockey and I was rather good at it, I loved being a forward and just “juking” people while making my way down the rink. I was good at keeping the puck and although I didn’t have a slap shot, my wrist shot was so accurate and so strong that it made up for me not even knowing how to do a slap shot. I played hockey for about 5 or 6 years.

Part 5 –

Someone who has made a big difference in my life is my mom. She has helped me through countless hardships and problems and through this I know that my mom will always be there for me no matter what. She has talked me through struggles and helped me come out on top, she is an amazing person and I don’t know how she finds time to do all of the things that she does. She gets up at 5:00 every morning and then goes to work from 8:00 until about 6:00-8:30 everyday of the week and then comes home and makes me dinner usually because my brother isn’t there and then we watch T.V. and she goes to sleep at 10:00-11:00. She does so much for me and I cannot even begin to explain how much I respect my mom, she is an amazing person.

Stepahnie Cagle

Section 1:
I'm scared that because of the bad things I've done, I won't go to heaven. To me remorse is horrible. I hate feeling it. Because I remember that when I was doing something bad, I was having fun and enjoying my good time, but later on I look back on what I did and I feel remorse. I hate wanting to undo my wrong deeds because I love doing them and don't want to stop. So I want to not think about what God and others will think of me, and just do what I want and have fun.

Section 2:
The place that I feel the most remorse is when I go to church. Because its there that I ponder what I've done. I mean I feel that a lot of people only attend church to say they're sorry, like its the place for apologies and not just worshipping God.

Section 3:
I was born on July 7th, 1990, the last of three children. My family has always been very loving, yet very argumentative. We fight constantly, but we always make up. As children, we three girls were always well taken care of. We never went without anything. In fact, we were very much spoiled. Yet there was always a high standard. From a very young age, we were taught both english and Spanish, and being that our mom was a teacher, we knew to value education. College was something that would not be argued, it was simple, we would all have to attend. As sisters we often did not get along. I was supposedly the most spoiled and most stubborn. I often got what I wanted just because I would scream and throw fits. But I can say that of all us girls I am the one that holds family in the highest regard.

Section 4:
When me and my sister were about 6 and 7 we began a game that can be referred to as house. But in a way our method of playing was different. We donned new names that stuck with us until about the ages of 9 and 10. She was always Rachel, and my name was always Monique. Our husbands names were Daniel and Todd. Our childre were two sruffed animals/backpacks. Her son was a dog named Spot, and my son was a bear named Brownie. We would play at this for hours on end. every where we wnet we took our "sons" with us and if we were bored we automatically would continue our other life. we were both the wealthiest people on earth, bout nobody was poor. We worked diligently to make sure our game was free of world problems. Yet there was always a bully named Ibor who would beat up our sons, and we in turn would hurt him. He was a stuffed pelican. Looking back on these days, it reminds me of how close we both were. Being that we were only a year apart, we were always together. I remember we always said we would be best friends and that we would even be college roomates. But of course, this all changed and we grew up. We are now very differnet, but we still have all those memories of our childhood.

Section 5:
An important figure throughout my life especially when I was younger, was my older sister Kourtney. Because she was seven years older than me, I looked up to her and wanted to be just like her. She always had nice clothes and had on cool makeup. I remember watching her get ready before she would go out with her friends and I would wish that I was old enough to go with her. Now when I look back I do see how much I idolized her, and to this day I still do. Shes still so glamorous and in my eyes very successful. Even when I would bother her she never yelled at me or teated me like a pest. She was always nice to me, and we have never really fought. She was always patient with me and would always help me gang up on my other sister Lauren.

madeleine - recipe

Flour Tortillas

Mix in a large bowl:
2 cups (i prefer unbleached flour)
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon baking powder (not to be mistaken with baking soda)
1/4 cup butter cut in small chunks

Crumble these ingredients in the bowl, either by hand or a mixer.
You don't have to worry about overdoing it, the ideal texture is coarse, like corn meal.

After you get that texture, add a small amount of warm water (taking from a total of 3/4 cups of warm water) to the mixture. Mix by hand, then take a small clump of wet dough and set it to the side; add the rest of the warm water to the remaining mix.

Hand stir the mix until it is a big sticky ball-like thing. Take it out of the bowl, and join it with the clump you set aside earlier. Knead the dough in your hands for a few minutes (I find that three or four minutes are sufficient) until the dough takes on a smoot and elastic shape.

Once this has been done, pinch off eight-to-ten golf ball sized balls and place on a wooden board with flour on it.

Taking a clean dishcloth, dampen it in warm water (squeeze out) place on top of the dough and let sit for 20 minutes.

About three to five minutes before you take the cloth off the dough, pre heat a pan on medium high temperature.

Working on one ball at a time, flatten into a disk shape (trust me, you don't want to skip this step because your tortillas will turn out oddly shaped), roll flat with a rolling pin (or a perfectly cylindrical object, like a drinking cup), and place on the pan.

Cook for about 8 seconds, then flip the tortilla on the other side. Cook 1 - 1 and 1/2 minutes until bubbles start to form. Then flip on other side and press on the edges. It is good that the center of the tortilla starts to rise because it shows that the baking powder is working.

After cooking, place in a large bowl covered by a cloth.
Finish cooking the rest of the balls in the same fashion.

Add a little butter to the tortilla and they are ready to eat immediately!

Gaston- How to

How to Tie your Shoes

Before following this guide you must have untied shoe laces. The following steps are for your right shoe not your left shoe.

1) Pull laces up tight.

2) Pull the left lace over right lace.

3) While still holding the left lace over the right lace pull the left lace around and under the right lace. After doing so pull tight.

4) Make a bunny ear with the lace that is now on the right.

5) While still holding the lace on the right so that it is in the shape of a bunny ear pull the lace that is on the left over and around the base of the bunny ear then under itself so that when it is pulled through it also forms a bunny ear.

6) With your two bunny ears you may choose to pull the bunny ear on the left over and under the bunny ear on the right to form a tighter knot.

Conrad Wear

Religion/Searching Part I
Religion in my life has been a mortal dilemma in simplest terms. As I have matured, I have started questioning many things in my life including my religion. All my life, I have had a strong religious background. Both my parents are very involved in my church. But despite their involvement, it is not easy to grasp religion when you are trying to figure the world for yourself. But I cannot say the God hasn’t affected my life in a positive way. A lot of my moral beliefs are based off his existence but at the same time, his existence is questioned….

Place Part II
Living in a big city can really be quite intimidating if your not use to it. This it the way I feel about my religion. Many people after moving to a big city such as New York or Chicago or San Diego, probably feel a sense if confusing and feeling of change; similar to the way I'm feeling.

Family Part III
I was born August 1st, 1990, the first of tow children. My family has always had core values with strong interfamily relationships. While my mom was always hard working as well as my dad as well. Being hard workers, and people of the bible, my family has always had a positive outlook onto life. We see opportunities as ways to be successful. We also like to make things happen and have a positive effect on our community. This is done by trying to make things happen by volunteering out time to good causes. But my family seems to have always had a higher level of expectation for the elder child. During my life, my parents have held me to a higher level. I believe that this expectation has been very positive as it has made me more responsible as well as more mature.

Game Part IV
My life has always revolved around sports. Baseball has always been my families most enjoyed game. Every spring when I was little, my parents would sign me up for baseball at Point Loma Little League. I would spend countless hours there mainly Saturdays. There, Pickle was the ultimate game. When we didn't feel like going home or we just had a while before our schedule game, we would play. The greatest thing about the game would have to be the thrill. As someone would chase you down with a tennis ball between the bases, you would try to not get pegged. But why even play, whether it was more for pride or for fun, pickle was my ultimate child hood game.

Important Person V
My childhood was full of many important people that helped me grow. One of the most important would have to be my 4th and 5th grade teacher; Mr. Neel. He was a great teacher who at a young age opened my eyes to the world. He was the first teacher that I really got to know. He put me on a great path for education as he taught me many core values. He was the first teacher that really cared about me and my education. I remember the so many times he came to out house and had dinner with my family and I. He would talk about his life and Vietnam and other such events. He was definitely a man of wisdom who devoted his life to education.

Gaston Field

Part 1:

Honestly I prefer to be alone and not speak and I also do not like it when people feel compelled to try and cheer me up or talk to me because they think I am sad. This particular aspect of my life is one that I have reflected on and have given a great amount of thought, mostly because it affects me and haunts my thoughts every single day. My behavior even prompts my parents to point out how unhealthy they think my silence is, that I will not be successful when I grow up because I will let too many opportunities go by me. This will all happen because I am not a talkative person; in fact it will happen because I am not the norm. Perhaps the problem is just that there are not enough people like me. Maybe I am just angry at those people who do not understand me. Maybe that is why when people come and talk to me to cheer me up or because they feel sorry for me I get angry. They just do not understand me and the way I am. Honestly I wish people would just leave me alone about the fact that I do not talk all that much, they should just accept that I am not a sociable person.

Part 2:

To find quiet peace in San Diego you must take a trip to one of it many beaches. The sound as the waves slowly come rolling in will truly put you at ease. Here one can truly be alone with themselves in order to reflect on their life. Since the beaches are often crowded during the weekend you must go to the beach during the week. To find that silent peace that the beach has you must be alone. Once you find a quiet place in the sand you will be able to understand the reason I prefer to be alone.

Part 3:

I was born March 10, 1990, the first of two children.

Of my family it can be said that they are very hardworking. My parents work so hard that my brother and I only see my Mother in the morning and at night and my Father only every weekend. Family has always been important to my family especially my Father, because of this most of my weekends are spent doing things with my family. This of course impacts my social life outside of school which is non existent. My parents have never been exactly been accepting of the fact that I am not a social person. Perhaps they have indirectly encouraged my quiet unsociable ways.

In fact my parents have forced me to do many things that I have not wanted to do. This is true for many children the world over but, in my case they have forced me to do things that they think will make me a more social person. One instance would be Model United Nations. Perhaps I should never have expressed any interest in MUN but, once my parents caught wind of the MUN program here at High Tech High I knew that one way or another they would force me into doing it. At first it was alright but, as of late my interest in it has waned. Even if quitting ever crossed my mind I would not tell them. This is because they would give me hell before they ever let me quit.

Part 4:

When it has come to any sort of game I have been consistently underestimated. Whether the game is dodgeball or tetherball did not matter, my peers have always considered me to be of lesser physical fitness. One such instance would be the game of football. Personally I think football should be the new American pass time but, that is beside the point. The game of football requires several things: speed, physical fitness and a bit of aggression. It is for these reasons that I was always discounted and yet also why my ability would always surprise my peers. The game of football is a simple one. The center hikes the ball to the quarterback who then throws it to one of his receivers. I have always filled the role of a receiver because no matter how well I can throw that ball it never seems to translate well during a game. Most games the guy covering me never does it very well. In fact there have been times where I was not covered on my teams’ first possession. All that can be said is that on the next possession the other team does not make the same mistake.

Part 5:

When most people look back on the way they knew their Father when they were a kid they more often then not remember thinking of him as some big strong fearless guy. Their Father always had the answers and was always working. In a way I still think of my Father in this way. It was not till recently that I noticed that he is like me in many ways. For instance my Father for as long as I remember has not been at home for a whole week. He has always been home on the weekends and never during the week. He certainly never talks about or goes out with friends. As far as I can tell he normally spends his time alone like me. This new realization certainly sheds a new light on light my Father that I never really thought about before.

Trenten Relles

1.
I’m not a person who believes in conflict, but I am a person who believes in change. But can you have one without the other. Was I the one who needed to change? Where I’m from there is no change, and we have all just grew accustom to this. We can’t live like this, change is needed, but it seems as if were lost.

2.

It’s like we were programmed at a young age to act and feel a certain way. Were waiting for the world to change, were expecting the best and not preparing for the worst. We hide are emotions to resemble the perfect citizen, but what are we waiting for. Change is needed but only recommended, this must change. If we wait forever how will we look back at life as an adventure or as a job?

3.

I was born May 24, 1990, the last of two children. As for how I was raised, there’s much to be said, my mother was always the giver, she stayed home and watched the house as my dad usually came home late after a long day of working. But when my dad was home there was little he could do, his hips and back were both injured from Vietnam. But he wasn’t even suppose to go his brother was drafted and my dad took his spot, now if that’s not love I don’t know what it is. Making such a sacrifice so your brother could stay home really shows his heart. But was worth it, to him it was however I would strongly disagree. For most of my childhood he walked with a cane. But he made it as normal as he could, he took us to the park and played catch with us neglecting his pain.

But life was good, I couldn’t complain. Everyday was a new experience and a new adventure, but I always felt as if I was missing something. But I seemed to have it all, but did I, good grades, a supporting family, and a fun day to day life. What was I missing I didn’t understand. Maybe it was an influence outside of my immediate family. I used my grandpa, a retired cop who had all of his values in order. He was always there for me, taught me, and never forgot about me. But who knew the worst days of my life were soon to come. When I received the call I was crushed, how was I to respond to a death at such a young age. But my grandpa always told me never to lose hope, which is what I did. I just had to search harder for influence in other places.

4.

The man I know of now, is the bravest man I know. He was constantly in pain due to Vietnam, but I could never tell, neither could anyone else. He still played with us and never neglected us to his intense pain. He was the definition of a hero but he had no medal. Now I see him as my Dad.

5.

As a child most of my time was spent playing a game or playing a sport. But whenever I could play tetherball I did. It was the sport of the playground, and I was the best. I was the king of the playground. I would never lose my pride until the dreadful day where I lost to the new kid. His name was Joshua and I remember it like it was yesterday. Where he hit just out of my reach, I had lost what I was to do.

Chris Nho

Part I.
I find it difficult to profess that I am Christian in a non-Christian environment. This fear comes from experience. My religion is based off of faith, which means it is goes beyond my understanding. So explaining who I am, to someone who expects a logical answer gets both of us frustrated. This cycle has therefore made me weary of coming to the familiar confrontation. First, I must come to a true realization that it is possible to love everyone. Then, ask myself, why am I incapable of it? People annoy me, the answer can be as simple as that. However, the few moments were I step back and observe myself, I find that I am no greater nor less than the person I dislike. Why is it then, do I justly denounce him or her? My religion does not promote intolerance towards other religions and beliefs, and I try to mirror that tenet. But a contradiction appears when I so strongly believe in my own religion, that other religions become wrong. Discussions turn quickly into arguments as my stance reduces to, “I don’t know.” But it is ok to not know, which may shock many, but it is ok.

Part II.
Outside of the circle, lies the greatest desire to go in. Everyone is a critic, analyzing the moves of the bboy inside, waiting to see something new or unique. One bold step, which has to be taken while somewhat crazy, enters you into a new dimension. At first, all eyes are on you. Self consciousness brings you to a rigid dance; but then you break free. Whether it is because of the beat or some unknown trigger, all movements become fluid. Everything previously rehearsed is forgotten and the body moves as if it does not belong to its beholder. Finally, the end of the set comes, the period of the dance. Everyone knows that you are now going to walk back, outside of the circle, back into reality. Self consciousness will creep up, judge your performance, and leave you wanting for more. To prove yourself worthy, do better than you know you did. But those who have watched do not carry these anxieties; they are just like you, too preoccupied with their first step into the circle.

Part III.
I was born October 29, 1990, the last of two children.
My older brother, and only sibling, was born on May 19, 1986. In the time between him and I, my mother had two miscarriages, making me a lucky child. There was a four year difference between us, making him a respectable figure, simply because he was older. By watching embarrassing baby videos, it is obvious my brother loved me. I was his favorite toy, an interactive one that would laugh at his jokes no matter how cheesy they could be. As time passed and I developed, we both laughed and cried at the same things. He was my role model, but my best friend as well. It was not only until he went off to college that I realized the true relationship we shared. There were only a few treasured moments where we discussed things other than the latest cartoon or things of that matter. Now that we don’t speak on a regular basis, it has been revealed to me that my greatest desire is to understand my brother, and have him understand me.
The best way to make friends is to laugh with them. No matter what it’s about; laughing at the same joke can be the same as laughing at the same insult. These relationships are real, but they are weak. Most of my friendships are this type of relationships. We enjoy each others presence because we always have fun when we are together. But when, I wonder, will we get past that and become brothers? Enough joking around, let’s sit down and talk about what we really want to say. The problem is, we have trapped ourselves to this relationship. We expect something out of our friends and anything else will shock us. I am afraid I have fallen into the same cycle with my brother, we laugh and love each other, but do not understand.
Prayer is one of the important things in my life. A chance to meditate on life, speak to God, and listen to him. The greatest thing about prayer, however, is that you can pray for one another. Give your heart to another person, even though it may be momentary, and have them hear what you want for them. Sad to say, I cannot recall a moment where my brother and I have truly prayed for one another. Never have we professed our greatest secrets and sins freely without expecting judgment from one another. What might seem as a lack of love is not. We are afraid; what might the other think? What might the other say? We both expect the answer, “Nothing.” And know that we would supply it if the opportunity arose, but we still both lie in fear. So we will continue to play, laugh, and have fun with one another because that is who we are, but I know that we will one day fill what is missing.

Part IV.
My father, since my birth, has spoiled me. It is apparent, his want to see me never truly struggle. This has kept me in generally stable environments, never having to fear solitude or helplessness. However, he lives a life opposite to what it may seem. Everyday, my dad wakes up at 5:00 A.M., leaves the house at 5:30, and arrives at the store by 6:00. There are usually a few customers waiting for their daily muffin outside. He stays there until 7:30, yes, P.M. The stern figure you have painted is false, however, because when he arrives at home at sharply 8:00 P.M. the first thing he does is hug his family. My father seems reckless in how he treats himself; being his own slave driver and slave. But, as I talk to my dad more and more, it becomes clear that his sensible side exists; it is just has been calloused over with changing experiences. One such story is about his sister. She had been cheated on by her husband and now lives a solitary life. My dad told me he would never be able to forgive that man. This gave me a glimpse into my real dad, the one that shared the same feelings I did. He was not some invulnerable statue, immune to pain. He was a loving father, wanting to give his son the things he was not lucky enough to have.

Part V.
Living in an apartment complex has its greatest perk in the fact that your best friends practically live with you. This made my childhood a constant playground. Second stories were castle towers and Ziploc bags quickly turned into water bombs. The most memorable game I played was “cap gun wars”. Every time the ice cream man stopped by, my brother would buy cap guns and caps (because I was not old enough to). These plastic handguns with vibrant orange barrels had to be loaded with red dots. What seemed like a harmless toy soon turned to a deadly weapon, however, when I realized pulling the trigger would make a loud “CRACK!”. A troop of elementary schoolers, ranging from second to fifth grade met in the middle of the cul-de-sac. We each distributed ammunition and weapons. Then, divided into teams and hid. The sight to a stranger must have looked like a training ground for child soldiers. Soon, the suspense that crept up on me was as if these guns fired bullets. We would hide in bushes, behind pillars, underneath cars, anywhere that would keep us safe. Looking back, I’ll never know how we determined if someone hit or missed his target, but back then it didn’t matter. We were kids with guns, shooting each other and having fun.

Madison

Part I

I feel religion doesn’t really fit who I am. I do not like feeling rejected by every single organized religious group. I do not mind having my own beliefs, but I wish there was a way for me to express them without constantly being criticized. I do not mind when people disagree with me, that is a non issue, but it’s when people feel compelled to tell me my beliefs are wrong; that is what gets to me.

Part II

Welcome to San Diego, America’s finest city. Come here as a tourist, and you will see the beaches, the restaurants, the zoo, the weather, the city life, and the harbor. What is it like to actually live here? One has to remember that San Diego is isolated by Camp Pendleton, the ocean, Mexico and the desert. This isolation creates unique regional views on life, entertainment and politics. In San Diego communities, there has been the development of the village concept that is currently prevailing. The village concept is seen in La Mesa, Logan Heights, La Jolla, Kensington, City Heights and numerous other communities. This encourages individual community pride and development. This reflects that each individual community has unique elements that are for the betterment of the whole community, such as San Diego.

Part III

I was born August 3, 1990 the eldest of two children. My family is comprised of my father, mother, brother, and myself. I guess you can say we are a “typical” American family, we even have the white picket fence. My parents are hard working individuals both at work and at home. My parents are always thinking of new ways to bring our family together. We don’t feel “dinner talk” is enough time to really be with one another.
Our family beliefs are to always stay open-minded and support each other. Yet we are still able to have strong and different opinions which we are willing to share. We believe that hard work should be rewarded. We have a strong family connection. We try to have a family vacation at least twice a year and we all discuss where or what we want to do. We have meaningful relationships with our relatives on both sides of the family.
Examples of support would be that both my parents are interested in what my brother and I do in school. My brother plays baseball and we go to his games. We do activities together such as horseback riding and bicycling. We stay in close contact with my grandparents. My grandmother lives in Iowa and we visit there every summer. She comes to California at least four times per year. My other grandparents live in San Diego County and we see them every week. This is a great way for all of us to stay close and connected.

Part IV

When I was younger I loved to play jump rope. Every game of jump rope that was invented was played by my friends and me. Everyday during recess we would have jump rope competitions. One of my favorite games was Help!. This game had a chant where you say: Capital H, e, l, p, over and over again until the jumper messes up. If they messed up on a Capital H they had to jump high wire. This is where the rope turners turned the rope really high so you had to strain to keep your feet from tangling in the rope. If you landed on e, you had to have your eyes closed; l meant the rope was going to go lightning fast so you better keep up. And p, meant party, all of the spectators would jump in.


Part V

The person I most feel inspired by is my mother. She is optimistic about life and very supportive of me. She has taught me to try hard and stay healthy. She has a sort of positive ora and if any of her friends or family are feeling a bit depressed, my mother can always cheer them up. There are “takers” and there are “givers” in our world and my mother is definitely a giver. I believe there is real benefit for everyone if we had more people around that we could consider givers. I hope to be like my mother.

Megan's Biography

Bio Part I

I compare myself to others far more often than I should. And from this, I have extremely high expectations for myself. It’s the truth and it’s strange that I can realize the problem yet not fix it. As long as I can remember, I’ve lived in a world of high expectations and how found that being good at something makes the work seem worthwhile. I find myself working hard just for the sheer satisfaction of doing a good job. I learned to be satisfied with that (and maybe a bit of praise) but yet I find myself perpetually scared for the time when I work hard and get no satisfaction. My few horrifying experiences with such bring me nothing but tears and sad dismal stories.

I suppose the solution to the problem is to let go and relax. And there are times when I do think I let go, but I only do so after carefully analyzing the pros and cons before I make a decision. I find that when I do relax and consciously decide to not do work, I become antsy and begin to feel remorse over being “unproductive” when there is so much to be done.

I’m always disillusioned by the thought that thinking I’m never good enough will force me to become better. There are many times when I feel like I strive to do better just to prove myself. My biggest failures in life, in my current opinion, are all derived from those moments when forcing myself to do better was not good enough for my standards. This vicious cycle is, in the long run, more unproductive than ignoring it in the first place. How do I let go of something that is like a foundation to me?

Bio Part II

The city of San Diego is, as they say, "on the map." You say San Diego, and it is usually recognized on the same level as many other established cities of America. With so many people, it is easy to feel insignificant.

My city is one of utmost competition. If you're not something big, than you tend to be just another face. We find ourselves asking the question: what does it take to be good enough? The city is alive with such multilateral symbiosis that we cannot become an individual; we become a part of the shadow that makes this city.

I see myself in this city and it's like living gray when it needs to be gold. When picked apart, a single color can be appreciated. But as it is seen from a far, the colors mix to a dull gray. The gray of the people is the gray of San Diego. The eternal sunshine of the city of gold.

Bio Part III

I was born November 15, 1989, the youngest of two children.

Of my family, there was much love and devotion. We were like a set, depending on each other for support. We were taught, at a young age, that knowledge is the key that will open doors. We lived for learning and facts, not necessarily destiny. And within my family, we were all our own individuals. My mother was always supportive to the point of devotion. There was never a woman more kind-hearted and colorful. My brother was someone to always be respected, and father was a man of logic and success. We completed each other like parts of a masterpiece.

Yet life became a subconscious test, always striving for that greater knowledge. We felt and unspoken obligation to find a way to continue to learn. This did not make us distant or push us apart, it taught us to value the knowledge of ourselves and others.

And through this mentality, we saw the knowledge that was out in the world. The role models, the schools, the toys, and the books. We went to institutions where we not only learned, but were taught to try to love to learn. It was only later in my life that a true respect for knowledge came at ease.

Bio Part IV

The coveted bell would welcome the best thirty minutes of our menial days. In my childhood, that sonorous bell would signify the beginning of the moment when we could be whatever we wanted to be. We would walk out together; the same familiar faces, and dole out the roles for our pretend jaunt into our fantasies.

I remember as we began to play in the plastic structure fit to our size. The jealousy we would feel as the roles were assigned! If we had enough participants, the role of house pet would be assigned first, always a dog, a favorite among us all. If there was a boy, we would have a father. And depending on the boy, the coveted position of mother would be filled. The “left overs” would be tasked as the children, not only belittled by their true parents and teachers but now their peers as the rankings were set. The dog would crawl and pretend to bark and pant while the father and child would play and play. But most important of all, the mother would take control, becoming the figurehead, the leader, the best.

Playing house, I remember the feeling. That mutual respect from peer to peer and that moment to pretend to be something new. That rush, that thrill of simply pretending! Do we forget so easily the joy and thrill of being ourselves?

Bio Part V

It would be foolish to say I remember him growing from childhood to manhood, but it happened all the same. He was the kind of person that always seemed to be just beyond reach, right out of the realm of understanding. Yet to me, he was my brother, whom I treated in accordance. When I think of the times that we spent together, I can see how he might have portrayed me as the little sister; a shadow of his life and a slower form of himself.

Yet none of this was ever brought about and I cannot remember a single moment when his intents were poorly placed. He seemed to me a hero of the world, an intelligent being with a moral-bound heart. He could identify any plane in the sky at the age of 10, he could decipher the complex jargon of scientific text at the age of 13, he could master Mozart and Bach at the age of 15; how could I not be the slightest bit jealous?

But when I think back on my brother and the impact he has made, it is almost as if I see none of the jealous ideas that I once poorly thought. I only see the man who devoutly followed, and the beautiful image he has become.

Tyler

1. Writing is a form of expression. People write because they can, and because any person that understands the language and symbols written, can read their writing and understand it. The types of writings that I can think of are poems, reports, letters, scripts.

2. The one I choose is movie scrips or songs/poetry/rap. It would be cool if the class was divided into groups and we made horros/adventure/anything films. We would record and edit these movies of course. The other circled was the songs/poetry/rap. Writing and composing your own music is awesome, and it would be great if the class could do this. Both of these courses would be fun to learn and fun to present.

3. An autobiography is usually about your life. You input your truth and feelings into the biography when only necessary.

4. I do not like it when people look down on me for some things I have done in the past and have learned from them. My reputation.

5. I was born into a caring and wealthy family. My Mom’s side of the family and my Dad’s side are completely different. My moms side is very well off strict. They discuss things such as my future, money, or my grandpa’s trip around the moon in the Apollo 8. You get the picture. My Dad’s parents and family are more fun and outgoing, and discuss things such as my future, sports, mexico, and wine. Both sides of the family are very knolwdgabela and give good advice about almost anything, so I usually listen to them.
Since my parents were raised by two different kinds of family, they have different views on how a child or teenager should be raised. My Mom coming from a family of one younger sister and four old troublesome brothers, with very strict parents, feels punishment and strict rules is the best way to raise me (most of the time). My Dad believes in the same things as my mom, but is a bit more laid back. It is good to have a balance between the two.

6. Every Morning before school I would walk down to the end of the concrete field, stepping onto a different type of ground. A battleground. Well it was also grassy and muddy. Anyways this one large rectangular field was separated from the rest of the recess area, and for a good reason. The game we played there was dodge ball, or team ball.
All the cool and athletic kids would line up along the wall to get picked for a side. After the team captains took about an hour chossing their team mates, the game was on. This game was very extreme, and if you don’t know how to play dodgeball, the point of the game is to throw rubber balls across a divided field to eliminate the other team. The ball could bounce off the ground or wall and hit you, getting you out.
This would last until the bell rang. For some reason I never fround this game to be old. What was the point of playing this every day at school in the morning, and during lunch? Because it was a awesome game, that was why.


7. I had childhood memories of this kid named Evan Backer. Me and him were the goofiest kids in our grade, and were known to be in a group called “the three stooges”. Our other friend Jon was also a stooge, and we were always doing something different.

Brian Hernandez

Section 1:
I like it when all the attention is on me. For example, when I have Bible studies at home, I always like to talk so that everyone is listening to me. Also, I think it's similar when I'm riding the public bus I am usually really loud and I really like it when people stare at me. Most of the time I don't do it on pupose but I think it just comes up naturaly. I like to talk and I want people to listen to me and some people think that it is just who I am.
When people do stare at I feel like everyone has their divided attention on me and it feels good. It makes me feel good, I guess.

Section 2:
San Diego for me is like a huge stage for me; every single part of it. When I'm walking down a busy and noisy street I just feel like breaking into a song or dance. Watching a movie at the local theater, it makes me feel like I want to be in the movie so that people can see me. Every corner of this city is like being part of a distant world where image is everything, and yet it can destroy you. A world where everything you do is far from reality. A world where all people want is "plastic" dreams and every person is witnessing your rise to your fantasy fame.

Section 3:
I was born on September 30th, 1989. I really like my birthday because I feel really special. Not everyone knows this, except for Stephanie, but I was born "dead". The doctors told my mom that they had to jump start my heart and luckily they succeeded. My mom would have given her life so that I could be live.
I guess that when a parents have their first baby born they are really excited. So I guess my parents spoiled me a lot because I was first the first born. They expected a lot from and I guess they got really disapointed in me because I started acting up in middle school. I love my mom a lot. And I know it may sound cheesy but I do. She has been through a lot and I love her because of it.

Section 4:
During my child hood times, I never was like the other kids. I did like playing with the local neighborhood kids but I think I was bossy and mean. I remember my sister saying that I would always had to be the best at every single game that we played, and if I lost, I would literaly throw a fit! I think that sometimes I would get in trouble because I would always get into fights with my "frenemies", and their moms used to come up to my mom saying "Your son nearly killed little 'Billy'!" Maybe that is why I am still mean to people and I try to be nice but I just can't help it.

Section 5:
Every one says, "My idol is Audrey Hepburn or Elvis Presley or some other famous person"; not me. My idol defitnetly has to be my mom. She has been through a lot and I love her because of that. My parents went through a rough time. I really don't like talking about it but basically my dad was with some other "person" while still married with mom. I was so frustrated at him and I did everything that I could to help my mom and let her know that we (my sister and I) were always going to be there for her no matter what.

Jameela

Section 1
I hate the way the media protrays african americans in a negative light, and am sometimes embrassed, because of the reactions from others. This has made me very defensive of all stereotypes. People don't understand the "real" effects of being poke at in a negative way. They don't go through the same things and usually have it much easier because of their race. People are always making and imitating how they believe an african american will act. It hurts to feel like your the lowest , when reality is that you do not believe this but sometimes are forced too. I feel like I'm trapped in this stereotype, forever.
Section 2
The trapping of my culture is not just in everyday interaction but also in San Diego citys. If you travel south of La Holla you will be driving into towns of poverty and minorities. In these areas we are trapped with liquor stores, taco shops, that are across from our churches. Billboards that promote drugs, and violence. Every fatting restuarant is extremely close and the gym is a state away. The students in our school think that it's a fashion show. This is was we are trapped into being. This is what causes outside viewers, along with the media, to believe all the misleading misceptions. And due to the upkeeping of the grass on the other side the media pretends that there lives are sinless. Because of our poverty scene the media never notices or publize the good, only the bad and we are still titled as nothing. Even though the supreme court passed the equal human rights law, there is still intentional segregation.
Section 3
I was born September 13, 1990, the second of three children. The oldest brother, Khalil, is hardly around because he lives in Indiana. My youngest sibling is very much similar to me which typically results in unneccessary quarrels that then causes my mom to yell and lecture on the importance of family. My mom is a great teacher and should of held up that profession after she split from my dad. My dad lives in Newark, New jersey and is a successful business man who we see quarterly. However, his love is still much respected.
Success is what you make of it, and education is the only way. One would get privaleges and rewards for A's and the perfect speech with proper english. However, you won't be knocked for a "b", jsut punished verbally. College was not an option, but the choice of major was.
Since we were younger we knew that the first thing to do when you got home was homework. At the elemnetray stages my mom even provided me with my own homework, which allowed us to stay on the honor roll those years. Until we were more mature,this is how we were brought up. Knowing and realizing that educaton comes first. Some philosphys with my dad were the same but a little bit more extreme. He taught on the values of being grateful. For $100.00 , I'd be ask to write an essay on why I want it and what I'm going to use it for.
Section 4
We'd waste hours of time trying to live what we thought was the perfect grown up life, through the interaction an dconversation of Barbie and Ken. That was years ago and know i forget the reason why we'd spend those numerous nights sitting on the floor walking around dolls. Was it for enjoyment, or just the idea that, thats what you want to be? Then there's still the split of black and white dolls , that are all skinny. Is this how we were trapped into believing what is cute or not? Black vs. White, and Fat vs. Skinny.
Section 5
The women that I remember was beautiful, intelligent, and extremely motivated. Always above the rest with astonishing vocabulary. To me she sat on a petastool and was for sure going to heaven. A women who enjoyed the beach coming from philadelphia, pennslvannia. She carried herself as professinal as possible and knew exactly where she stood as a afircan american woman with no mistakes.
Her love is still much respected but her attitude has changed. She is now a homeboy who is sometimes stressed and hates bills. She wants order in her house and is very bipolar. She has did things that I question her reasoning, and nevertheless this just makes me realize that she is just human.

Wes Vetter

Autobiography Stuffs:

Section 1:
I think that sometimes I may be sarcastic with people because I am intimidated by them. I think that I am often impatient with people who are dumber than me because I feel like I have to explain things a lot. Most of the time I “comment” on people, it is because I need to vent this frustration. This sometimes comes back at me though. I’ll forget the homework or something, but it doesn’t take a genius to write it down.

Section 2:
The district of La Jolla is well known in San Diego. TO the rest of the country, it is San Diego. While many people travel there to go to the beach, few live in the mansions that make up the residential area of La Jolla. Retired money-makers spend their time working on their tan, or throwing dinner parties. Bitter humor will often appear when in the presence of those they deem “less equal” than themselves. Living on the outskirts of La Jolla, some of the feelings of superiority may have rubbed off on me. One of the humbling remedies to this problem is to look at the real San Diego, the San Diego outside the ritzy restaurants and lavish homes of La Jolla. Turn to the south side, or the east side, and one will encounter a much different scenario.

Section 3:
I was born September 7, 1990, the older of two children. My brother and I have a rather hostile relationship. We fight during the school week because stress is higher. We usually fight from the moment we wake. We fight about who got up first, who took a longer shower, who spent more time in the bathroom, who ate more breakfast, who was ready first, who gets the front seat, who gets to choose the radio station, and finally, who made us late to school. This may be because we were taught to fight for what we want, and to be competitive. I was raised on the principles of “work hard, play hard.” As a child, this seemed rather unfair, since it seemed most people would be working the rest of their life. I learned to carefully manage my time so I could play more, and have just enough time to pull off an A. The trend continued, effectively making an A- student with fairly good time management skills.

Section 4:
My childhood was rather ordinary. Growing up in San Diego I never really experienced winter. Everyday was an opportunity to go out and play. The most popular games were kickball, wall-ball, foursquare, and tag. Wall-ball was one of the oddest. The rules that one was allowed to make up were ridiculous, and their names were even weirder:“No Baby Bouncies, watermelons, tangerines, or silver bullets.”“I want sliders, doubles, and do-overs.”

Section 5:
As a child, I had a lot of respect for my father. I marveled at the way he seemed to know everything. If there was an animal he knew what it was, if there was a problem he knew how to fix it, and if there was question, he knew how to answer it. I thought that he was faultless. As I grew up I found that he was indeed human, but respectable nonetheless. I learned that he did not know everything, that he had his faults, and that he too made mistakes. Now I am respecting him for things that I didn’t see before, like his political views, and his cultured being.

My Life

Part I:
I think I get jealous because I have a problem of trusting mysef and others around me. I don't think it is a problem of feeling insecure because becuase generally I have a high self esteem, but it is more a problem that I feel pople are going to walk out of my life, just the same way my dad did. I feel as if I do not pay attention or care much about them, then they will leave, which is why I am very over protective.

Part II:
There is no other place in the world that I feel more comfortable and reliable than in my neighboorhood. Walking down the blocks, you can see familiar faces, who are more than likely to give you a smile and a "hola como estas?" Walking around the neighborhood, you can smell the sweet aroma of "carne asada" and the sounds of the "familia" talking in thier yards. Not everything is as beautiful as we protray it to be, and every once in the while, you can hear the helicopters searching for the next gang member involved in a shooting. You also sence the fear of being in a place where you can never get out of and a place were you are expected to be a certain way as well as act a certain way. But yet, it is the place were I feel the most comfortable, for around me, people arent just my neighboors, but part of my family as well.

Part III:
I was born on March 10th 1990, and the only child of my family. In my family the only child was treated with a tremendouse amount of attention, at times both good or bad. The only child was at fault for anything that was broken. In my family, the only child was the one they will always love and dedicate their attention to. Being an only child, your family gives you an outlook of independence, and responsibility.

Part IV:
As a child I was enthuastic when someone would ask to play with me. The typical only child was beaming with excitement when a fellow 5 year old would ask to play the usual game "Barbies". where everything was a perfect doll land. When we were both behaving, our parents would take us to the park and we both played a little round of guide and go seek. Remembering those days hiding, and it seemed like it was hours, and my hearts racing and punding rapidly.

Part V:
In my chilhood, there was no one else I was more happy to see, after the daily routine of pre school, to see my mother. Playing with her was more than I could ask for. She was willing to experience a childhood she never had, and played dolls and tea party with me. She knew how enthuastic I was to play with her everyday. She has never been the typical mother, for she has been my father, and my role model. It is safe to say she will always be my best friend. She is the hardest working mother and father, and she is also the msot caring and understanfing best friend.