My English Expierence
(with technology)
Some of the Qickwrites I am proud of.
Dear veterans-
Today is veterans day, and I realized that we often take you guys for granted. The movies I have seen about war have proven to me what being in a war must be like. The one thing they cannot show me, however, is the pain that all veterans worldwide have to suffer. Overall, would just like you to know how much I appreciate you. Without you, I probably wouldn't be typing this right now.
Thanks for all you’ve done,
Dylan Corey
Without Technology, I wouldn't have found out all of this information about my favorite Greek God.
If I could be a god, I would want to be Poseidon. The trait that he is associated with is the sea. I would also like to be associated with the sea, because ever since I was little, I have always loved water. Also, I think it would be awesome to control floods, droughts, hurricanes, and other things. A third reason why I would want to be the god of the sea is because you would be able to talk to all of the animals that live in water. That is why I would like to be the god of the sea.
My Moral Story
The Man On “L” Street
By: Dylan
Corey
Johnny and his three friends were walking down “L” St.~ like they always did when they were headed home from school, and so they weren’t surprised when they saw the man who had been sitting in the same exact chair that was in the same exact spot for what seemed to be a century. Nobody had ever seen him move. So every day when the four of them were walking home, he was always there.
“Hi kids.” The old man spoke out in a cracky voice that was constantly wavering. The old man was just trying to be polite, but he has never had any kind words in return.
“Why don't you just shut up?” Johnny replied in a mean, cheerleader type voice.
“Yeah,” One of his friends agreed, “Shut up and go join your wife in a grave.” There had been a rumor going around that this man had once killed his wife. The final comment of hate was from a second friend of Johnny's.
“Just mind your own business, you old scumbag.”
There was one boy, Chris, who didn't say anything. He wanted to be nice to the old man, but because of his friends, He chose to stay quiet.
The old man just held his head down in hurt and grief, his sad eyes now focused on his shoes that were as old as dirt. The boys then continued on their way, now that they had successfully wounded the innocent, old mans feelings.The sad man couldn’t help but say to himself,
“What did I ever do to them?”
The man was used to these words of hate, but somehow a tear still managed to find its way slowly down his face.
It was Saturday, and Chris woke up with nothing to do. However, he seemed to feel something pulling him to the old mans house.
He then slipped on his shoes and walked hurriedly out the door.
As he arrived at the mans house, the elderly man looked up and said in a sarcastic tone,
“What kind words would you like to say to me today?”
“None,” he replied, “I just wanted to apologize for what my friends said to you yesterday.”
Without accepting the apology, he just asked,
“Is that all?”
“No...I was wondering what I could call you.”
“Mr. Breeves.”
“Okay.” Chris replied amongst coughs.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“Sure.”
“Well come on in!!” Mr. Breeves smiled.
For the first time, Chris looked real close at Mr. Breeves and realized how many teeth were missing.
Mr. Breeves asked Chris what he would like to drink.
“Just water is fine.”
“Ohhhh come on young man, you look healthy enough...have somethin’ better.”
“OK...then I guess a sprite.”
Mr. Breeves nodded, and grabbed two cans of sprite. One for himself, and one for Chris.
“Sit down.”
Chris obeyed and took a seat on the dusty, torn apart couch.
“Sooooo....” Chris tried to start a conversation.
“How old are you?”Mr. Breeves inquired.
“Thirteen”
“Okay. You have to explain something to me though.”
Chris nodded, hearing the already refreshing “Ch” sound as he pulled the tab off of the aluminum can.
“Why do you have those types of friends when they’re so unlike you? Their mean and cruel and you're kind and polite.”
“I don't really know...” Chris was cut mid-sentence by a vibration in his pocket. It was a text message that was from Johnny:
“Meet us in one hour...Were planning on scaring old man today.”
Chris just sighed and re-focused his attention to Mr. Breeves.
“ Look, Mr. Breeves, I never really believed this, but I just have to ask. I already know the answer, but I feel a need to just get the question off of my conscious.”
“Go for it.”
“Did you really kill your wife?” Chris asked, wincing.
“No. I found her lying in the floor one day, covered in blood as red as a rose. I never got the chance to find out how it happened.”
Thats when the tears started streaming down his face, faster than the Mississippi river.
“Why don't you just shut up?” Johnny replied in a mean, cheerleader type voice.
“Yeah,” One of his friends agreed, “Shut up and go join your wife in a grave.” There had been a rumor going around that this man had once killed his wife. The final comment of hate was from a second friend of Johnny's.
“Just mind your own business, you old scumbag.”
There was one boy, Chris, who didn't say anything. He wanted to be nice to the old man, but because of his friends, He chose to stay quiet.
The old man just held his head down in hurt and grief, his sad eyes now focused on his shoes that were as old as dirt. The boys then continued on their way, now that they had successfully wounded the innocent, old mans feelings.The sad man couldn’t help but say to himself,
“What did I ever do to them?”
The man was used to these words of hate, but somehow a tear still managed to find its way slowly down his face.
It was Saturday, and Chris woke up with nothing to do. However, he seemed to feel something pulling him to the old mans house.
He then slipped on his shoes and walked hurriedly out the door.
As he arrived at the mans house, the elderly man looked up and said in a sarcastic tone,
“What kind words would you like to say to me today?”
“None,” he replied, “I just wanted to apologize for what my friends said to you yesterday.”
Without accepting the apology, he just asked,
“Is that all?”
“No...I was wondering what I could call you.”
“Mr. Breeves.”
“Okay.” Chris replied amongst coughs.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“Sure.”
“Well come on in!!” Mr. Breeves smiled.
For the first time, Chris looked real close at Mr. Breeves and realized how many teeth were missing.
Mr. Breeves asked Chris what he would like to drink.
“Just water is fine.”
“Ohhhh come on young man, you look healthy enough...have somethin’ better.”
“OK...then I guess a sprite.”
Mr. Breeves nodded, and grabbed two cans of sprite. One for himself, and one for Chris.
“Sit down.”
Chris obeyed and took a seat on the dusty, torn apart couch.
“Sooooo....” Chris tried to start a conversation.
“How old are you?”Mr. Breeves inquired.
“Thirteen”
“Okay. You have to explain something to me though.”
Chris nodded, hearing the already refreshing “Ch” sound as he pulled the tab off of the aluminum can.
“Why do you have those types of friends when they’re so unlike you? Their mean and cruel and you're kind and polite.”
“I don't really know...” Chris was cut mid-sentence by a vibration in his pocket. It was a text message that was from Johnny:
“Meet us in one hour...Were planning on scaring old man today.”
Chris just sighed and re-focused his attention to Mr. Breeves.
“ Look, Mr. Breeves, I never really believed this, but I just have to ask. I already know the answer, but I feel a need to just get the question off of my conscious.”
“Go for it.”
“Did you really kill your wife?” Chris asked, wincing.
“No. I found her lying in the floor one day, covered in blood as red as a rose. I never got the chance to find out how it happened.”
Thats when the tears started streaming down his face, faster than the Mississippi river.
Some Facts I Never Could Have Found and Wrote About Without the Internet
Cats sleep for 70% of their lives
You’ll eat about 35,000 cookies in a lifetime.
Recycling one glass jar is enough energy to watch t.v. for three hours
Every second, Americans eat collectively 100 lbs. of chocolate
The electric chair was invented by a dentist
Grocery shoppers spend an average of 8 minutes waiting in line
When heinz ketchup leaves the bottle, it travels 25 miles a year
Thomas Edison was afraid of the dark
The mirror image of 3.14 looks like pie.
The guy that voices spongebob narrates power puff girls
12 newborns will be given to the wrong parents daily
A goldfish has a memory span of three seconds.
A hippo can open its mouth wide enough to fit a 4 foot tall child inside.