tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71916207254056798042024-03-14T00:37:27.955-07:00MagnopiaEver-growing literary journal of middle and high school students at Magnolia Science Academy 3 in Carson, CA.
Due to the maturity level of some of the content, adult discretion is advised. Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191620725405679804.post-32515940723593498592014-06-20T12:57:00.001-07:002014-06-21T14:54:04.076-07:00"Maya Angelou Rises Up with Heart" by Khoury H.<i>Following is a seventh-grader's first literary analysis essay wherein he analyzes and discusses a poem by the recently departed Maya Angelou. </i><div><br></div><div>The poem "Still I rise" by Maya Angelou begins with "You may write me down in history with your bitter, twisted lies..." and ends with "I rise, I rise, I rise." These two lines along with the title suggest the author's message, which is that you can rise up from other people's hatred.<br>
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In order to get her message across, the author uses rhythm and repetition. She uses rhythm and repetition when she says at the end "I rise, I rise, I rise." When I think about this rhythm and repetition, I think about the heartbeat. The heart beats only where you are alive. Maya Angelou could be repeating the rhythmic phrase "I rise, I rise, I rise" to echo her heartbeat as she lives despite challenges.<br>
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Maya Angelou also uses the second person point of view when she talks to the reader directly and says "you." I think she uses the second person point of view because she wants the reader to feel ashamed so they don't repeat history. The author also wants the speaker to be in opposition to the reader so she, the author, who is also the speaker, stands out even more as someone who rises up.<br>
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Additionally, the author uses contrasting diction that represents someone putting Maya down and then Maya rising up. For example, in the ninth stanza, she writes, "night" and "daybreak" and "terror" and "wondrously," which are opposites demonstrating oppression and then transcendence.<br>
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In conclusion, Maya Angelou's poem "Still I rise" is a poem whose message is that you can rise up despite other people's hatred. The author uses rhythm and repetition, the second person point of view and contrasting diction to convey her message.<br>
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<br></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191620725405679804.post-75179109738901790392014-06-20T11:21:00.002-07:002014-06-21T15:26:49.915-07:00"Who is the Protagonist of Your Life?" by Various Students in Grade 6<i>Some sixth-graders were asked to compare their lives to stories. A few of the names of persons within the writings have been changed. </i><div><br></div><div>The protagonist of my story is me, Schelame C., because I am the one who is facing obstacles and rising from the ashes.<br>
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The major antagonist in my life is this girl from church. Usually people from my church are nice and friendly. Well, this girl isn't! Same thing about this girl Amelia. She tore my family apart.<br>
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The people who are foils in my life are my family. My mom Ebony and my dad Brian. Whenever I want to do something they are behind me 100%.<br>
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I think the biggest struggle in my life so far was when my mom had the twins. Well, they're not actually twins. They are one year apart. Ever since they were born, it has been hard work. Trying to change diapers, washing bottles and not being able to sleep until seven. They always wake up at five. Always five. I am still trying to count how many days until I am off to college.<br>
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The overarching tone of my life is happy, jumpy, funny, sometimes serious and thinky. My mom raised me to be proud of how I am and to not to try to be someone else 'cause everyone is already taken. Also that some people in your life are a blessing and some people in your life are a lesson.<br>
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The protagonist of my life is me, Ashton S., because no matter how hard things get, when no one is there to help me, when there is no one to lean on, I am here for myself. Through all of the obstacles I face, I alone always triumph.</div>
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The major antagonists in my life are the people that try to stop me from triumphing and pursuing my dream, which is to become a lawyer and an excellent one at that. I aim to be the top lawyer and to be the best that I can be. </div>
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The people who function as foils in my life are the people that help and inspire me most such as my friends and family. With regard to friends I think I would have to say Ahliajah. She is one of my best friends. She has been there with me forever mostly since third grade. She stood up for me and helped me when I needed help. I call her my cousin or a sister. With regard to family it would have to be my sister Anitra. I love her more than you can ever think of. She and my two brothers, Avery and Yy. Ty is the older one. They all bring out the best in me. I love them very, very much. </div>
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The biggest struggle in my life is external because a lot goes on in my family and there is not really much I can do about it. In fact, I can't do anything about it. I really wish I could help. If I could I would. I do ask, "Can I help?" to my brother and he says "Nawwww..." But I think he's just kidding with me. I love him very much. </div>
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The protagonist of my life is my own self. I know this because not like in the fairy tales I don't have a knight and shining armor. In my life, I overcome obstacles and challenges on my own, and I am proud of the things that I do. </div>
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In my life I won't say I have a major antagonist, probably for just 75% of my life, because when I grow up I won't have to live with my mean, selfish, teasing brother anymore. He always calls me mean names. It irritates me so much. But still he is my brother, and I do care about him.</div>
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My parents function as foils in my life because they are the ones who have raised me to be as I am: smart, and talented. But sometimes I can be a bit of a brat. My parents teach me how to be polite; and no matter how much my brother teases, me they protect me and help me to ignore it. </div>
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One of my biggest struggles in life might seem weird to people, but it is studying and memorizing my notes at school. I am one of those people we all call nerds. I always want perfect grades. I always like being number one in terms of being smart. Well, every time I have a test, I have to study, but when I study a lot of things distract me. It is so hard for me to study! Even if it is just little things, I stop my work. I am not lazy -- actually I love learning, but sometimes I get too distracted. That's why sometimes I get low test grades.</div>
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<span style="text-align: center;">The protagonist in my life is me, Olivia P., because I have to overcome obstacles and challenges in the story of my life. I know I'm the protagonist because I am the hero.</span></div>
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The major antagonist in my life is fear because sometimes I let fear take control of me like a nemesis or an enemy. I think of fear as a person trying to take over my emotions and mess with my head. </div>
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Many people in my life function as foils. My parents are a perfect example. They help me and life me from whatever struggles I'm going through. They are my role models and encourage me, and they bring out my best attributes. </div>
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My biggest struggle in life so far has been being able to not live my entire life in fear. It feels like I have a second shadow. The fear just lingers around me. I try very hard not to think of it. If I live my entire life in fear, it doesn't allow me to be confident or brave enough to do what I want to do. </div>
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The overarching tone of my life so far is happy. This tone of my life has meaning to me. When I'm happy I just feel that I am welcomed into the world for who I am and not for how I look or what I wear. When I'm happy, I am in my own world. </div>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191620725405679804.post-18968624658789627022014-06-20T10:15:00.000-07:002014-06-21T15:13:33.306-07:00"Another Day Another Truth" by Marilyn P.<i>A group of students in a tenth-grade English class participate in literature circles.</i><br>
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Simba: Hey, let's read the <i>Freedom Writer's Diary</i>.<br>
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Boots: I'm down to read it...it sounds cool.<br>
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Redd: Why would we read that? We already saw that dumb movie.<br>
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Simba: Redd, it's not all about you. No one cares what you think.<br>
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Boots. Yeah, that was a really good movie.<br>
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Redd: I don't care. I don't see the point of reading the story when we already saw the movie. Nothin' is gonna change.<br>
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Boots: Simba, he does kind of make a point, you know.<br>
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Simba: Well. the <i>Freedom Writer's Diary</i> gives us more details than the movie. It's all of their journal entries put together in one book.<br>
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Redd: What's gonna be the difference? Everything they said in the movie they're gonna say in the story. Nothin' is gonna change.<br>
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Boots: Well, I'm down to do it. It seems like a good idea to me.<br>
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Redd: OK. I have an idea. Instead of reading <i>Freedom Writer's Diary</i>, how about we make our own?<br>
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Simba: That sounds like a great idea, Redd. But we should check with Ms. Amy.<br>
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Boots: Redd, that's the best idea you've ever come up with.<br>
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Redd: Haha. Very funny. Someone just ask Ms. Amy if we can do it.<br>
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Simba: Ms. Amy says it's OK. Let's get started.<br>
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Boots: OK. Simba. Since you're the leader of the group, how do you want us to do it?<br>
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Redd: Yeah, since you're the leader of the group...<br>
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Simba: How about each of us just write a journal entry just like how they did it in the book?<br>
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Boots: About our life?<br>
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Simba: Yeah, your own personal life stories...<br>
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Redd: You mean our struggles?<br>
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Dear Diary,<br>
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Every day I look in the mirror and ask myself what's out there for me and why am I still alive? I've been in the system since I was seven. I had an abusive dad and my mother was a drug addict. I remember the day I got taken away from my mom. My parents were fighting and the neighbors called the police. When they came, all they had to do was look around to know that I wasn't living the appropriate life I was supposed to. When they took me away they put me in a home with another girl and two sons. Everybody was white except for me. I already felt outta place. On my fourth night there I was lying in bed around two in the morning because I couldn't sleep and I remember the husband coming into my room. I told him to get out, and he told me to shut up. He came over the my bed and pulled my covers back and I tried to put up a fight but he was bigger and stronger than me . He climbed on top of me and raped me. I closed my eyes and started to cry. All I could think about was my mom. When he finished, he left my room, and the next morning he acted as if nothing ever happened.<br>
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- Simba<br>
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Dear Diary,<br>
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For the past two months I haven't been feeling good. I haven't had my period in three months. I took a pregnancy test yesterday. It came out positive. I'm pregnant, and I don't have no one to help me. I'm homeless. I'm 14 and I barely go to school. In order for me to eat, I have to steal food or prostitute for money. My mom kicked me out when I was 13 because she thought I was sleeping with her boyfriend. I sleep under a bridge, and when it's cold outside, I sleep in the dirty, filthy restrooms at the train station. I have my life, and sometimes I wish I wasn't alive. Now that I know I am three months pregnant I don't know what I should do. I wanna go back to school and graduate from high school and go to college, but let's look at reality. I'm pregnant. I'm 14. I'm homeless. No one is gonna help me. I wanna go back home. I miss my mom, but I know she'll just slam the door in my face and tell me to get off her property and never come back. I don't know if I'm ready to bring a baby into this world. It may be time for me to start checking out clinics.<br>
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- Boots<br>
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Dear Diary,<br>
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One night my mom took me and my brother down a dark alley. When I looked around all I seen was broken glass, homeless people and needles. We went to Floor 12 Apartment #304 where a tall black man opened the door. When we walked in, it was empty. All I seen was drugs. My mom made us sit in the corner with our backs turned towards them so we couldn't see her get a thrill out of shooting up. Two hours went by and she was done. When the guy asked her for his money she didn't have enough and they started to argue. He started hitting my mom and throwing her around and kicking her until we seen the blood coming out of her mouth. My brother was crying and screaming for him to stop, but he didn't. It just made him more mad. I tried to keep him quiet but it wasn't working so the guy came over, picked my little brother and hung him out the window. My mom tried to pick herself up to go help him, but all he did was kick her back down and let go of my brother's hand. Just like that, he was gone. I lost my best friend and my brother. When I went over to the window I seen Brycon lying on the ground surrounded by blood and glass. Every day I cry to myself and think what my life would be life if Brycon was still here. I blame my mom for making us pay for her punishment. Whenever I think about it, I feel like I got rocks in my stomach. I can feel my soul bleed.<br>
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- Redd<br>
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R.I.P. Brycon Pugh<br>
<br>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191620725405679804.post-26438029377041645482013-11-02T23:28:00.001-07:002013-11-04T14:17:56.892-08:00"I Hear Something" by Faith O. I hear something<br />
But is it really something?<br />
Is it a figure of my imagination?<br />
Is it my mind deceiving me?<br />
Is it a spirit whispering --<br />
In my ear?<br />
Is that the thing I hear?<br />
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No, that can't be.<br />
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Is it a sound from far away?<br />
Is it something I can't see?<br />
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No, that can't be.<br />
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Wait!<br />
I know what it is.<br />
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It's my heart telling me something I am scared to do.<br />
That is what I'm hearing.<br />
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I must not be afraid.<br />
I must not be afraid.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191620725405679804.post-39847551598626804982013-10-26T12:00:00.001-07:002013-10-26T13:56:26.056-07:00"Red Lily" by Cloesha S. <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This little red lily</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">Unique </span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191620725405679804.post-54848578790054877152013-10-26T10:34:00.003-07:002013-10-26T12:03:02.473-07:00"Obituary" by Destiny C. <div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Hello, fellow family members of Destiny C. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Today I am going to talk about Destiny's accomplishments.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There are three categories. The first category is her achievements; the second is her unbelievable creations; and the third is her outstanding careers. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">First, her achievements: Destiny has successfully overcome many different obstacles, and there are many different colleges such as Yale, where she got her math bachelors degree, Harvard, where she obtained a masters degree in science. and Princeton where she earned a Ph.D. in Psychology. Also, Destiny won 21 Grammy awards as a professional singer. Those were just the first few achievements of Destiny.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 2; text-indent: 36pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Second, and this might sound unbelievable but it’s true: Destiny wrote 12 songs in one month, three books in a week and collected 15,897 pieces of candy on one single Halloween. Another unbelievable feat is that she lived in each of the 50 states for five months each. Also, Destiny was the biggest millionaire of all of the millionaires. She received lots of money from all of her outstanding careers. Destiny played piano with no hands (she used her feet and elbows); she opened up a musical restaurant, where she had the employees sing to the customers when they took their order; and Destiny invented the first ever chocolate fountain cake. There was a hole in the middle of the cake, filled with chocolate frosting, and then it bubbled out chocolate bubbles! Destiny will always be remembered for her very intelligent ways.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The third part of Destiny's obituary is the outstanding careers column. Destiny's biggest category of outstanding careers was becoming the first African American lady to become the president of the United States. The next outstanding career was to become a guitarist. Destiny used to play guitar all the time when she was little, so that made her a better guitarist. Even with no hands. Also, she became the lead singer in a band. In addition, she was a professional dancer. Destiny loved to dance with her grandpa a lot.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Along with the outstanding career as a songwriter, Destiny loved to listen and make up her own little songs. As a skateboarder, Destiny went to the park with her mom to practice and get better at skateboarding. Conjointly a spy, she loved to spy on people. But then, she started getting caught a lot.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Destiny additionally became an actress and a surfer. Those are the outstanding careers that Destiny had. </span><span style="line-height: 2; text-indent: 36pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Destiny was a very intelligent girl. She had her own personal creations, and she would love this obituary if she were here right now.</span></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Destiny's grandpa will always love her so much, so will her grandma, auntie, and uncle. Everybody will miss her.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Everybody loves Destiny, she will always be with us, and we will never forget her.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We hope that she is in a very fun, happy and suitable place. </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191620725405679804.post-4802892291246195432013-10-26T10:18:00.003-07:002013-10-26T11:16:22.747-07:00"Have You Ever Wondered?" by Alma F.<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Have you ever wondered why abortion exists? Well, I have, which is why I believe that abortion should stop existing, and I believe this for three reasons, which include ending abortion, abortion is bad, and abortion should be against the law!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The first reason I believe that abortion should end is </span><span style="line-height: 2; text-indent: 36pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">so we can have more brothers and sisters. It seems to me that if there was less abortion, then there would be more population, which would mean there would be more people and not less. Furthermore, I think it should end because they are killing more human beings who want to exist, which would mean we have less population than more. So, therefore I think that abortion should end.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The second reason I believe that abortion should end is because abortion is bad. It seems to me that if abortion is bad, it should end. Without abortion, we will have a better world with more community workers. Furthermore, I think abortion is bad because when you are killing something in your stomach that is going to become a human being, it would not live its wonderful life which would mean that we will have fewer workers in the U.S.A. So, therefore, I think that abortion is bad.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The third reason I believe that abortion should end is because its bad and it should be against the law. It seems to me that if it was against the law, then we would live in a happier world, which would mean more happy kids and adults in a more precious world. Finally, it should be against the law because sometimes the park is empty and we need more children. The park should be filled with more happy children. So, therefore, I think that abortion should be against the law.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Some people might argue about abortion because sometimes they get kidnapped and raped and get pregnant. Then they don't want to have the child because they don’t want to remember about it. I might do the same because I of course do not want to remember. But abortion should be against the law.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In conclusion, I believe that abortion should end for the several aforementioned reasons, and I hope that you now believe it too! </span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191620725405679804.post-72865296563822474252013-10-26T10:10:00.001-07:002013-10-26T11:16:32.273-07:00"To Have or Not to Have?" by Aileen A.<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Abortion. Is it good or bad ? Should it be legal or illegal? I believe that abortion is reasonable and should be legal especially if the woman has been the victim of a rape. In that case, she would not have to remember that horrible moment. If a woman is not ready to have a kid and it's in her womb, she should be able to have an abortion. Some people think that abortion is murder, but its not murder. It is performed before a fetus has developed into a human person. The fetus cannot feel pain!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The first reason I believe that abortion is reasonable is because some teens experiment with sex and don't use protection and end up having an unwanted baby. It seems to me that abortion is preferred in this case. Also its a free country, which means that no one should tell a woman what she can and cannot do with her own body. Furthermore, the woman is the one who will be going through all the parenting. So therefore, if the mom does not want to go through parenting, she should not have to and should be able to get an abortion.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The second reason I believe that abortion is reasonable is because some people think that adoption is a better option. In reality, giving up a child for adoption can be even more hurtful than having an abortion. Abortion might be the best opportunity for the mother. Furthermore, according to me, when a woman has an unwanted baby, there's a high chance that the mother would have an unhealthy relationship with that baby. So, instead of having a miserable life with the baby, she should be able to have an abortion. In my opinion, I believe that abortion is a good option.</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The third reason I believe that abortion is reasonable is because a baby might come with a very severe or even a life-threatening health condition, and the mother should be able to end the pregnancy. If she would rather have a normal baby then a hard life with an unhealthy baby, she should have the option of either keeping the baby or having an abortion.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Moreover, when a mother decides to have an abortion, she potentially reduces crime. Teenage girls, unmarried women and poor women are more likely to have unintended pregnancies, and those unwanted pregnancies could lead to unwanted babies and later to increased crime. So therefore, I believe that abortion should be legal.</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Some people might argue that abortion is not good because it could expose a woman to various health risks and even death. But I say that the risk of a woman dying from a doctor-performed abortion is less than one in 100,000 while from giving birth it is 13.3 per 100,000. Therefore, abortion is safer.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In conclusion, I believe that abortion should be legal for all of these reasons, and I hope you now think the same way as me. </span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191620725405679804.post-22874885498899892982013-10-26T09:17:00.000-07:002013-10-26T12:03:55.811-07:00"Other Half" by Anonymous<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One sunny day, I was walking home from school with my friends as I typically do. Summer was near and we were ready to go swimming. We were all very close, and we all stuck together. There was my best friend Tray, my friends Letoya and Layla, who were sisters, and my friends Ellyn, Karyn, Anush and Anita who were all also sisters, and many more. But those were my main friends. We always had a great time walking through the streets of Riverside.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We did many activities outside of school which include: movies, mall, parties , etc. We argued very little for there to be so many of us. But that was the good thing about us. We liked to have fun. We also lived very close to each other. There was never a dull moment with us. We were like a family. They all welcomed me with open arms, and I them.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Then came Kevin.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I met Kevin through mutual friends. He was tall, brown-skinned and looked older than his age. He was hilarious and very nice. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He and I clicked right away. I began to hang out more with him than I did my friends. He became my mornings </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">and</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> my nights. Still, I managed to have a little time for my friends, and my friends became accustomed to him as well. Soon he and I began to date. Those were the best days of my life.</span></span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When we dated, we rarely argued. I had more smiles than frowns with him. He was more than my boyfriend. He was also now my best friend. I shared all my secrets with him, and even though I didn't feel loved in my living situation, I felt loved with him. He was always there for me.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He was my first for many things. Beware of my next sentence. September 9th of last year was my first and last abortion. I was pregnant at 15.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 2; text-indent: 36pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Our guardians agreed that Kevin and I were getting too serious, so I was forced to move back to Inglewood without knowing I was pregnant. I was so heart broken, I cried almost every night. I found out I was pregnant after two missed periods. My mother was not angry, but she did not want me to have the baby, so she put matters into her own hands and made the decision for me. I still cry about it . I murdered another half of me. When I killed my baby, I lost my dignity. But Kevin was there to go through it with me.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He was angry about it at first, but he got over it, and we stayed together for two years strong. Without me in Riverside, he began to get into a lot of trouble. Sometimes I blame myself, but there was nothing I could do. </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Soon, he experienced a reality check and bettered himself. We both decided to work on ourselves because we began arguing a lot. Eventually, the distance tore us apart. Kevin wanted to work it out, but I just wanted friendship, so that’s what we did. We became really good friends. We are still really good friends today, and we talk about everything. But I will never forget about my abortion. It still affects me to this day. I’m sad it turned out like that. I should have been more cautious.</span></div>
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<span id="docs-internal-guid-45e9095d-f58d-7b72-93f7-792766903192"><span style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191620725405679804.post-14950990156620957972013-10-26T08:00:00.003-07:002013-10-26T11:18:19.597-07:00"Strum" by Josh V.<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">FADE
IN:</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">INT.
BEDROOM - AFTERNOON</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">We see a child's bedroom. The
window is slightly cracked open. Hot Wheels and action figures lie on the
floor. Lint is floating through the air. There's a carpet, twin sized bed,
dresser, cubbies for toys, and a television set on top of the dresser.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">The bedroom is quiet. Nobody is in
the room. Then the door opens.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">An eight-year old boy in jeans and
a white Bob Marley shirt with a backpack on his shoulders opens the door.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">The boy comes through the door and
drops his backpack onto the carpet.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">The boy grabs his television
remote off his bed and sits down (crisscross applesauce) onto the carpet in
front the television.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">As the boy flips through channels
we see his surroundings including blue painted walls.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">We see the television channels
change, then the boy flipping them.... 1 (click and channel change), 2(click
and channel change), 3(click and channel change), and 4 (stops).</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">The boy stops and stares, then
leans in a bit closer towards the television.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">He sees a tall, cool looking,
hippie African-American guy holding a white Fender Stratocaster.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">The boy zeroes in. It's the film
"Woodstock."</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">The hippie African-American guy
holding the white Stratocaster starts playing his Stratocaster.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">MUSIC IN: THE JIMI HENDRIX
EXPERIENCE - VOODOO CHILD (LIVE WOODSTOCK 69')</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">The boy gets CLOSER to the
television and turns the volume up using the buttons on the television.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">The look on the boy's face is like
he's mesmerized watching this crazy hippie dude SHREDDING on his guitar with
his TEETH.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">At the climax of the song, the
screen goes black, and we hear a reverberated echo of the very last note.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">CUT TO:</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">TITLE CARD: "FIVE YEARS
LATER"</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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IN:</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">INT. GUITAR CENTER - DAY</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">We see Josh, the same boy from
earlier, five years later, wearing a Black Flag shirt and jeans with slightly
messy/spiked hair inside Guitar Center at the register being helped by a Guitar
Center employee.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">The store isn't very busy, nor is
it crowded.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">We see in the background a random
customer, a great looking young female, playing a Gibson ES-335 with a
beautiful Antique Tea Burst finish, plugged into a VOX AC15C1 TUBE AMPLIFIER.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">This random female is playing a
slow note-by-note cover of "Since I've Been Loving You" by Led
Zeppelin.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">The tone coming out is purely
luscious. The mood in the building is mellow and chill.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">Josh has just finished purchasing
an all-black Epiphone Les Paul Jr. guitar. The Guitar is out of its box and
looks new and glossy.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">The transaction wraps up.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">GUITAR CENTER EMPLOYEE</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Have a good one!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">JOSH</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">You too.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">(About to leave)</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">The random female customer is
still playing the guitar.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">Josh leaves. The random female
customer's guitar playing gets louder and harder.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">CUT TO BLACK:</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">FADE
IN:</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">INT. BEDROOM - AFTERNOON</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">We see Josh in his bedroom, which
is slightly different from the last time we saw it. New furniture: Queen sized
bed, new dresser, 32-inch TV, new posters, etc.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">Josh pulls his newly purchased
guitar off of his guitar stand and puts his new strap on it.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The
strap is black and has cartoon blackjack cards of promiscuous women.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">Josh puts the guitar around his
shoulder with his strap and plugs it into a small Marshall 15 watt guitar amp.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">Josh turns on the amp and
immediately: loud, ear-cringing feedback rings out.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">Josh immediately turns the
distortion effect off the amp and turns the volume down.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">Josh sits on the carpet, puts his
guitar in his lap and starts hitting random strings slowly.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">Then, Josh put his finger on the
low E string and runs it up and down the neck.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">The strings are very out of tune.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">CUT TO BLACK:</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">FADE
IN:</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">INT. BEDROOM - AFTERNOON</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">We see Josh on at his black desk
on his laptop looking up guitar tutorials on YouTube.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">Josh watches a tutorial on how to
play "Voodoo Child" by The Jimi Hendrix Experience. He can't
comprehend it. The Video seems too hard for Josh to understand.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">Josh gets irritated and changes
the video to "I Just Want Something To Do" by the Ramones.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">MUSIC IN: I JUST WANT SOMETHING TO
DO BY THE RAMONES</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">CUT TO:</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">TITLE CARD: "2 MONTHS
LATER"</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">INT. BEDROOM - AFTERNOON</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">We see Josh playing along to
"Something to do by the Ramones." He's rocking out to the tune, and
right on the last note of the song, a string pops and breaks.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">The song ends. Josh stares at his
broken string with a confused face.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">Josh puts the guitar on the stand
with the worn-out broken string flinging all over the place.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">Josh walks out the bedroom door
and shuts it.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">CUT TO:</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">INT. BEDROOM - AFTERNOON</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">We
see the door exactly the same way it was in the last sequence.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">TITLE CARD (ON SCREEN): "2
DAYS LATER"</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">Title Card disappears and suddenly
Josh opens and walks through and closes the door.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">Josh is holding a small plastic
Guitar Center bag like an excited little girl who just bought a Barbie. He
places it on his desk and pulls out two hot pink packs of Ernie Ball Super
Slinky Electric Guitar strings.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">Josh gets a pair of wire cutters
and lays them down onto his bed along with his guitar.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">Josh unwinds and pulls his old
strings out of the guitar and puts the first of his new pack into the tuning
machine. Josh starts to wind it up with the tuning machine slowly, annnd....
SNAP! the string pops and breaks in his face.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">Josh... Again, with the confused
look on his face.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">JOSH</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Sh$t!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">CUT TO:</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">INT.
BEDROOM - AFTERNOON</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">Josh finishes up re-stringing his
guitar.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">TITLE CARD (ON SCREEN): "2O
MINUTES LATER"</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">Josh has finally and successfully
restrung his guitar and is tuning it with the tuning app on his phone.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">After tuning, Josh starts to play
a half-a$sed cover of Cream's "Sunshine of Your Love."</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">"DOOM-DOOM-DOOM-DOOM *Josh
screws up* DUN-DUN-DUN DA-DA-DOOM *Josh screws up*-DOOM</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">Josh strugles to get the first two
measures of the song right.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">CUT TO:</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">INT. BEDROOM - DAY - NIGHT</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">We see a super cool montage of
Josh reading song tabulators, learning scales, learning from YouTube videos,
listening to new music, and practicing playing his guitar in his bedroom all
day and all night.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">MUSIC IN: SANTANA – “BLACK MAGIC
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">We see a CLOSEUP of a new white
Stratocaster being played along to the intro of "Black Magic Woman"
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">The CLOSEUP fades out and we see
Josh playing the crap out his shiny white Stratocsaster along to the song note
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It looks like the two years
of practicing has paid off for Josh. This leaves you thinking "Is this guy
going to be in a band one day?""Is he going to get all the chicks at
school?""Is he going to be the biggest, baddest cat around?" The
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I usually wake up earlier than this</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, I thought to myself. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I quickly got up and looked at the clock, and, just as I feared, I was late for school.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I was going to take a quick shower, but it would take too long, so I packed my bag as fast as I could and put on some school clothes. I felt kind of irritated because my plan from yesterday was to wake up earlier today so I could complete my spelling homework. But with the time already being 7:54, I was doomed. By 7:56, I started to panic because I hadn't even cleaned my shoes, and the only uniform I had was from yesterday. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I didn't live very far from school -- not far at all -- so I usually tried to get to school not too late. Because I walked to my school, it was up to me how late I got there. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Around 7:58, I was about ready to go, but I kept getting that weird feeling of forgetting something -- like that feeling you get when you don’t wear the sweater you usually wear every day. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I picked up speed, and, before I knew it, I was sprinting to school. I looked like such an idiot! While regular people were peacefully walking down the street, some sweaty four-foot, big-headed kid was running down the sidewalk and occasionally bumping into people. Sadly, that kid was me, but I didn't care because I had never been late to school, and lateness to me was like not being there for your team during a game. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I never liked coming to school really early either, but being late was the scariest thing to me (apart from actually going to school). I had seen other kids walk into class late, and they always had a sad and scared look on their faces. I mean, who wouldn't?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>This was my third-grade year, and this time I was going to a new school called Telesis Primary School. I hated the school and everything about it, but what I hated the most was my teacher whom I'll call Mr. Mean. He was a tall, skinny, muscular guy, and to me he was the creepiest feature on this earth. I hadn't yet experienced first-hand that suspenseful feeling of walking into class late, knowing you just interrupted the whole classroom and getting weird looks from the teacher.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>It was already 8:24, and I was still sprinting. By this time, all I could do was hope that the teacher hadn't started a major lesson and that everyone was still goofing around, giving me enough time to sneak into the class without being noticed. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I picked up my speed and ran even faster. I was getting closer! I could see the parking lot from where I was.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Two minutes later I was in front of the student gate, which was unfortunately closed, which meant I had to go to the tardy line. Luckily for me, not many people were there, and as a matter of fact I was the only one there followed soon by two sisters behind me. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I thought I would feel better when I got to school, but I felt worse and started to get nervous. I kept thinking of the wrong things. I kept thinking of how embarrassing it would be as I walked into the class toward my seat, with everyone staring at me -- literally everyone: the girl you liked, the nerd in front, the guy with the cool shoes -- and what gave me the most concern, because he always had this really broad and masculine look that made him look angry all the time, was the stare of Mr. Mean.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Mr. Mean -- even his name scared me. He didn't chit-chat with the rest of the teachers after school. He had no kids, and he dressed so differently from everyone else. It was 8:32 am, now, and I started to get frustrated. The guy at the tardy line took almost five minutes to write out the bloody tardy slip; nonetheless, he got it done, and I was finally on my way to class.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I was very nervous because everything was quiet, and I could tell they had already started class. I hid my anxiety by pretending I was looking for something in my backpack as I walked in. Then I swiftly squeezed my way through to my desk and sat down.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>It was so embarrassing. All the kids were staring at me, and I tripped over a girl’s backpack. The little staring ritual was over when Mr. Mean said “Open your notebook and follow along with the class." </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I was getting my pencils out of my backpack when that weird feeling of forgetting something came upon me again. I sat there for awhile trying to figure out what it was, until I finally remembered; I had forgotten to use the bathroom after I woke up because I was too much in a hurry.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I wanted to ask the teacher, but I was too shy and scared of Mr. Mean, and talking to people wasn't easy for me. I had always been the kid who would try to hide when the teacher needed volunteers, so I simply didn't ask him. I tried to wait it out a little until about seven minutes later when I had no choice. I was either to face my fear and ask the teacher or wait until recess at 9:30, which I knew was not about to happen. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Well, I went for it and asked the monster -- I mean teacher, but the answer I received was about to put a big blow to my self esteem.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I raised my hand and said “May I go use the restroom, teacher?" and with no thought or hesitation, Mr. Mean replied “No” and continued with “You are supposed to use the toilet before you come to school or during breaks; you cannot take time out of your education because you chose not to use the toilet earlier." </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Now it had gotten to the point where it was unbearable, so I started to think of random things I could do to end the crisis, I thought of making a quick dash out of the room to the bathroom, which would mean not following Mr. Mean's rules, and I came up with other ideas. I had all these crazy notions flowing through my head, and all I had to do was choose one.</span></div>
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