nikynik

Besides my 8th grade project, I would want to see my work in 20 years for a look into the past about how I was and thought.

If you don’t believe what your church believes then you shouldn’t go there. Its that simple. But I think that Obama has a hard decision, He could leave the whole church and separate himself from it, or he could stay and just disagree with what his paster thinks. If he leaves he is not only hurting Wright but also everyone else that belongs to the church. But if Obama stays he is still in trouble because people will say that he still believes what the church says (paster Wright). Whichever one he chooses he is still in a Loose Loose situation. He has to make his decision fast and effectively carry out with it, or else this will knock out the fondant ion of his campaign.

The Government. Well the government is a so called “organization” that tries, keyword TRIES, to take your loyalty and pride and turn it into fear. The government wants your to hide in your houses scared to death so they can make all of the decisions in the world. It is all a conspiracy; global warming, war, and everything else that we worry about. Its all to put you in fear. When they have found out that you have beat the system they use there “legal Documents” to stop you. The government keeps all of the people capable of thinking in a mind state. A mind state that they are in control. Well here is a news flash. We are stronger, and they know it!

Felana’s Utopia

I really like this utopia but I wouldn’t have to agree with there choice of Government. I think that a utopia has to be well governed and well controlled!

True teamwork only happens when everyone is contributing and on the same page of the topic. To get to higher goals not achievable by one person you must use teamwork.

The sun barely rises of the distant coast and reflects off the mirror I set up out of my tent to shine in my eyes. My alarm clock. I crawl out of the light to the other side of my tent. I rise slowly and walk over to one of my stainless containers. I have to do my chores. I start jogging out of my tent with a container in my left hand. My morning jog is my most exciting part of my day. It is where i get to think about how I am going to get my people off this possessed island. I am finally to my first stop, The forest. I need to grab some leaves to go keep the smoke signal going. After I pull some plants out of the ground I run back to the beach with a container in my left hand and some short, muddy plants in my right. Once I get back to the beach I treed softly because everyone gets mad when they are woken before 10:00. They are convinced they are going to get rescued any second. I know thats not possible. After I throw the muddy plants on the fire the black smoke rises. After a few coughs of black smoke I start jogging up to the mainland. My next chore is freshwater.

The only way to find my happy place is to be around my friends. Period.

I woke up drenched with the feeling of a horse jumping on my chest. All I could her is the fresh waves pushing up against the troubled sand. I don’t know where I am or why I am here until the whole experience starting flashing before my eyes. I snapped out of the daydream to the sound of a distressful scream. I realize the scream right away, it is the fat millionaire. I try to get up, but I am still paralyzed by the crash. After a couple adrenalin rushing minutes I finally posses the energy to stand up. Slowly getting up I start to pat myself slowly, makeing sure there is no broken bones or serious injury. I walk slowly over to the Millionaire. Passing the surgeon I looked at the undisturbed sand, showing me that he has been there for a while. I move on the the whaling millionaire. My first words on the island are, “calm down, everything is going to be all right.”

sand. sand drives people crazy. When you sand on you it takes dedication and TIME to get it off. Time we don’t have. I think that the sand will be one of the most difficult things to adapt to. Where will we get it off? What will we use to get it off? The sand might also get into or living quarters and get into places where we don’t want it. We must adapt.