My Animal

I think that I closely resemble a bunny, a floppy eared bunny. First of all, I have hair kinda like that. It's floppy like their ears. I'm cute, I guess. My mom says I'm cute, anyways. But anyways, I kinda have a personality like a bunny. Bunnies can be really sweet and I can be really sweet. Bunnies can be really mean, and I can be really mean. I can be fun, and bunnies can be really fun. I can be boring and bunnies can be really boring. What else...

Rabbits are very skittish and secretive in the wild. I'm very skittish and secretive. Then, Rabbits can also be strong and carring, especialy when their families are in danger. I can be strong when it's necessary too. I'm pretty sure I'm smarter than a rabbit. Well, the rabbit in Winne the Pooh is really smart and I am too, so I'm like a rabbit.

CENTER OF THE EARTH...

The center of the earth is a new place to visit. It is untouched by all of mankind and kittens. The journey is long, but in the end worth it. Captain Herbert started the first journey to the center of the earth. He grew up in Texas, a farm boy and an orphan. Little did he know, he would one day be considered a genius among scientists, and a king among men.
It was January 9, 2005 when he rounded up a group of soldiers, to find out what was inside the Earth. For twenty-three days they traveled down into the earth. The strange scents amd sounds wafted upwards as their journey continued.
Finally, February 5, 2005 they reached the center. The ground wasn't hot and, it wasn't nessesarily cold either. It was perfect. A well traveled tunnel was ahead of them. It was perfectly rounded and there weren't any footprints, though the ground was well packed. They walked through the tunnel and saw an unbelievable sight. It was a perfect world. They were greated by children giggling and laughing. Green grass scattered accross hills and hills. The children didn't wear any shoes and the adults didn't either. The soldiers were asked to take off their shoes and follow them into their world. "We've been waiting for you," they said.
All the soldiers and faithful scholars followed them into the perfect world. Well, it is now the year 2007. Only one soldier returned. He told us of this perfect world deep inside the less perfect world, and begged the president to bring the United States down with him. They went down into the earth again with curiousity and carelessness. This time, the tunnel was blocked off and the perfect world was inpenitrable. The soldier threw his arms in the air. He yelled he screamed, and the people wouldn't believe him. But, one question still remains. What happened to the rest of the group. Why did just on soldier comeback?

UTOPIA

If I could create the perfect world, I would have music playing on the streets of all the cities. Every kind of music would be played. There wouldn't be any pollution or anger against each other. There would be acceptance. People would accept each other for who they are and walk among each other with very little modesty, enough modesty to wear clothing. People would no longer be obsessed with how they look in a mirror, everybody would be considered beautiful, no matter the shape, size or color. Jail wouldn't be needed because crimes against the community would cause extreme shame to one's heart.

about my school

I go to Olympia. I enjoy it here, I guess if I didn't go to school I wouldn't have any friends or know anything. So, I guess It's a good thing that I go here. Olympia doesn't really have a specific "dialect." Some of us are farther south, and I guess that could make a difference, but I haven't noticed. Everybody here really dresses however you want. You have the people that follow trends, you have people who just wear cloths they like, there are people that hate trends. Even though we have a small school, everybody is pretty diverse in the way they dress and think.

It's almost a tradition here, that whenever we have tenderloins for lunch, it is almost forbidden not to run to lunch. I guess it doesn't really matter how the tenderloins taste, of course they're always good, but if they weren't I'm sure we'd find something else to get excited about.

I don't really pay attention to the cliques. I guess it sort of average. You've got the nice people that everybody is friends with. There are jocks that are obsessed with sports and dating. There are band people. There are nerds, speech people. Nerds, band people, speech people, and nice people seem to interact well. Jocks and like people that are really into fashion, and obsessed with vanity are usually friends.

I've never really noticed a fight or anything between cliques. I don't like drama, so I try not to pay attention. Usually it's the cliques fighting inside themselves. It's hard to place stereotypes on so many different types of people. Even though we don't like to use stereotypes, it seems that they actual do fit for some people. Not all, of course.

The bad things are that the people you used to be friends with in grade school, are no longer your friends. The people that you spent 7 years learning and growing with, now won't give you the time of day.

One thing I like about Olympia is band. I love band. It's the best thing ever. It is ALWAYS fun. I play the trombone. Pepband, Marching band, jazz band, concert band... It's all indiscribable and the greatest thing that a student at Olympia could be involved.