This week in English we finished reading me and Orson Welles. It was a really good story, one of the best we have read this year. This weekend my father had the tree person over to my house to look at one of the trees in my yard. It is a big blue spruce three that was planted then the house was built about 30 years ago. Over the past month the tree had been getting really brown at the top so we needed to know what to do. The tree person said the tree was basically dead and was going to have to be removed. That happens Saturday. Sunday I wake up and I am told that I was going to be helping my father cut down tree. I really do not know why we cannot just have someone do it but he has always been that way. One time we were going to go to Cleveland to see my sister and my father wanted to give her the piano from our house. Instead of hiring piano mover we loaded it on to our truck and drove up there and then unloaded it. That piano weighed a ton and was top heavy. He has always wanted to do things on his own. I think that he has been watching the History Channel show Ax Men to much. So this tree is about 25 feet tall and sits about 10 feet from the street. This is not a very good combination. About 8 feet away from the tree in the street is my neighbor’s car. There is a kid riding his bike in the street. I can see this ending a few ways. The tree hits the car and we have to move away, the tree hits the kid and we have to move away, the tree smashes my father and I have to do the rest of this alone, and finally I get smashed by the tree like the wicked witch of the east and the kid one the bike gets my ruby slippers. All of these are very bad. So what happens is the lady moves her car and the kid goes inside which cuts out 2 of the 4 possibilities. Now my father does not have a gas powered chainsaw. He has an electric chainsaw. This is like racing with a Prius. It works very slowly. So we do everything. The tree falls. We clean everything up . It was a messy job. I had needles stuck in my hands and I had sap all over me. As I am writing this I smell like an air freshener, which is kind of nauseating and soothing at the same time.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Making it up: States
This week in English class we were introduced to Me and Orson Wells. My week was not very exciting until Friday. This weekend state band contest we happening, states are held every year at Gahanna. Blue and Gold band performed on Friday and the freshman band performed on Saturday. In band there are different classes of music. They are AA, A, B, C, and D. The freshman band is class C, Blue is Class B, and Gold is AA. I am in Gold band. Blue band was the first to perform. The Gold band people watched the Blue band and I thought that they did well. After that it was our turn to perform. We did alright and then went to sight reading. At sight reading we did rather well. The piece we sight read was called Mystic Portal. I think that is a pretty neat name. After that we went to the cafeteria to wait for the rating. Blue band got a final rating of a 1 and Gold got the same. It was a really big relief for all of us. That 1 makes it 25 years of straight 1s for gold band. I was glad that I was not in that band that broke the streak. 24 years of work down the drain would be a big disappointment. No one was more relieved than Mr. C. He lived up to the standard that Mr. Shell had when he left. I think he did more than Shell would have done. This year we changed all 3 of our songs this year. Last year we changed 1 I think. I was really happy for Mr. C. all of his hard work paid off. He was also really happy for us. All of us at Gahanna were happy that day and it was a great feeling. A feeling that keeps me in band.
The Da Vinci Decoded
Dear Reader,
One of the most prevalent themes in The Da Vinci Code is love. It appears throughout the entire book in different forms. The first type of love will be demonstrated a top ten list of ways to know that you are loved. These are ways that Sophie Neveu has been loved in the book. The other type of love will be shown by a recipe, a scene of Robert Langdon talking to his self, and a wanted poster. The recipe is the things that came together over the story in order for Robert and Sophie to fall in love. The Robert Langdon talking to himself scene is Robert trying to figure out how to do the right thing. The wanted post will tell what Sophie did for Robert because she loved him. Though out this post you will be seeing a few quotations about love, this is the repetend I have used. The quotes are people thoughts on love. Love is the theme I have chosen and this blog will support my point.
Sincerely,
George Simon
“Brief is life but love is long.” –Alfred Lord Tennyson
“Brief is life but love is long.” –Alfred Lord Tennyson
Ten ways to know recognize love
1. When your parents have died they took you in
2. He would do anything for you
3. The worst ten years of his life is when he lost contact with you
4. He cared about so much that he could not do what his only purpose was
5. He kept you safe at his own risk
6. He would rather destroy what he has spent his whole looking for than lose you
7. He trust you to do the most important task the world has ever know
8. If he spends ten years trying to get you to just talk to him again
9. In his last minutes of life he thought of you
10. After he is gone he still finds ways to say I love you “If you live to be 100, I hope I live to be 100 minus 1 day, so I never have to live without you.” ~W. T. Pooh
Love: Simple and with easily cleanup
Ingredients
· A death of a close family member
· A secret held for ten year
· An oven preheated to thrill
· Four ounces of secrets
· 6 cups of suspense
· A roasting pan of police suspect
Step1: Start with the death of a close family member and add the secret held for ten years
Step 2: Preheat your oven to thrill and mix the four ounces of secrets with the 6 cups of suspense in a separate bowl
Step 3: Add the mixture to the roasting pan and put it all in the oven. Set and forget for about a day and a half
Wanted
Name: Robert Langdon
Height: About 6’
Weight: About 170 lbs.
Last seen: Fleeing from the Louvre traveling with Sophie Neveu
“Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence. ~Eric Fromm
Self
By Robert Langdon
This time I need to do the right thing. They are counting on me. Jacques told Sophie to find me for some reason. I think that part of that is to protect her. He chose her over the Grail and I am going to do the same thing. Jacques would have wanted it that way. Whatever I do I cannot let them get both the grail and the girl. I need to get this vile open and get the map out. If I do that then I win twice. I just pray that whatever ends up happening that Sophie does not get hurt. I would rather have them take me than Sophie. I just want this whole thing to be over. I think Jacques might if had the wrong man for the job tonight. God just please tell me what to do. I have no idea. I just really need your help right now. Give me the power to do what is right.
“Love is not singular except in syllable.” ~Marvin Taylor
The reason I have choose these genres is because they are the most effective way to explain my theme of love. I chose the top ten lists because in the book Sophie and her grandfather have grown apart. She had lost love for him. I decided to show ten ways that her grandfather did love her very much. I chose the recipe to show all of the crazy things that took place in the book. Each one of them is very important to the story and to the romance between Robert and Sophie. I chose the wanted poster because throughout the whole book Robert and Sophie are running from the police. This all came about because to the love that Jacques has for Sophie. I finally chose the talking to self-scene because many time Robert is saying something and thinking something completely different. He has many talking to self-type scenes in the book. I really only experienced one problem throughout the whole project, I had trouble picking tome of the genres from the third column. I found that picking one of those was very hard. Other than that I really had no other problems with this project.
Works Cited
· www.google.com/images
· www.thinkexist.com/quotations/love
· http://honeymoons.about.com
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Jazzing It Up
This week in English class we finished reading Caesar. Just like in Romeo and Juliet everyone died at the end. This Friday I participated in one of the greatest nights of my year. Friday was Jazz Nite. This is the final event for jazz band this year. It is so much fun. It is basically about 2 hours of jazz. This is a great two hours for me. Both of are jazz bands play at this event which makes it that much more fun. Jazz 2 is what I am in and we played 8 songs on Friday. Jazz 2 is like the junior varsity version of the jazz program. Our varsity program is Jazz 1. They are really good. We went to a jazz festival a couple of weeks ago in Toledo. They were the second to last band to play. The school’s band played last and they were outshined by Jazz 1. Jazz 1 is good. Friday they played about 15 songs. Now I did jazz band last year and jazz night was fun but this year was different. I was one of the hosts for Jazz Nite. It was my two buddies and I tell people what songs Jazz 1 was going to perform next. The great that we did is we all dressed the same. We all dressed as the blues brothers. We went all out. We had the sun glasses, hats, suits, the whole nine yards. It was so much fun and I even got the crowd to laugh at my terribly hacky jokes. After the thing was done a few of us decided to get some breakfast. This was at about 10 at night. One of the people was one of my6 buddies that dressed with my like the blues brothers. Now we were officially the blues brothers. When we got to the restaurant it was a bit weird. Everyone in the restaurant was staring at my friend and i. The manger got that we were dressed like the blues brothers and told us so. When we walking to our table someone asked me if i was on a mission from god to which I said a yes. The people there got what we were going for. About ten minutes before we left someone came in and out did us. This lady came in dress in either a prom dress or a brides miad dress. The dress was puffy and teal. It was weird which provided enough time for us go leave unotived. It was a fun night and I looking forward to it next year.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Lights, Camera, Action
This is the cast of my Caesar movie.
Julius Caesar- William Shatner
Octavius- Paul Reubens
Antonius- Charlie Sheen
Brutus- Chuck Norris
Cassius- Marlon Brando
Casca- James Caan
Trebonius- Sylvester Salon
Ligarius- Robert Duvall
Decius-Robert De Niro
Metellus Cimber- Joe Pesci
Cinna- Al Pacino
Artemidorus- Don Rickles
Calphurnia- Hilary Clinton
Portia- Lady Gaga
Soothsayer- Mel Brooks
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
First Impressions
I sit here on windy Sunday listening to my house creek as it sways with the wind. Caesar was topic that we did in English call this week. We have begun to read the play with is as fun as watching paint dry or grass grow. Yesterday the jazz bands loaded on a bus and rode to Akron for a jazz festival. I was fun and lasted all day. On the way back from Akron I sat next to Ms. Sana Selemon which reminded of short story. This is the story of how she and I met. It was the fall of freshman year. I was at the best place to be of a Friday, a home football game. I was not there for the football game. My focus was to meet people. One of those people that I met that night was Sana. It was Sana, Brandyn Wallace, Michelle Nye, and I walking around the stadium. Now I have no idea why but I was climbing a fence. I was a moron then and still am but I was climbing a fence. Brandyn gave me an unwelcome boost and I fell over the fence. At that time everything went into slow motion. I heard a rip and then I hit the ground. I looked down and my pants had ripped from about the crouch of my pant down. At that moment I had a decision to make. I was going to be embarrassed and go home or laugh about it and use it to my advantage. The first thing I did was laugh. When I started to laugh everyone started to laugh with me. All of us were laughing at me and I felt great. I stayed at that game at I was one of the best football games I had ever went to. I had so much fun and my pants were ripped. Towards the end I seemed like my pants had always been ripped. I am still friends with the two girls and very good friends with one of them. They when meeting new people making a good first impression is important. I feel like I made a pretty great first impression. If I do say so myself.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Grammy’s Groceries
This week in English class we reviewed for the OGT which we will be taking in a couple of weeks. Now I have a story that took place Saturday. Every Saturday I go to church at 5, diner at 6, and shopping at 7 with my grandmother. This involves the shopping part. Usually we go too Meijer when we shop and my grandma and I shop together and my parents shop together. Now my grandma has trouble walking so she rides around in one of those little electric carts with the basket. I go in before her and pick one out with a charged battery. This weekend there were only two carts in the cart bay both with less than great batteries but I had to give her one so I picked the first one. The cart did well around until we go to aisle 12. My grandmother had stopped to look at detergent and could not go any more. I had been dreading this for basically my whole life. I really do not like doing things that are not normal for me or people like me to do. One example is for me to drive one of those carts. I just do like the looks and whispering it is all bad, but I care about my grandmother more than I hate that so I walked up to the front. The cart bay had gained a cart and it was plugged into the slot where my grandmothers had been. I walk over, turn it on, and push my hand down on the seat because the turns on due to weight. I saw that the battery was about half charged. I undo all of the things I had just done and move on to the next cart. I unplug it and that is as for I get because I am interrupted by an employee.
“You know sir if sit down on the cart you can find out if the battery is charged,” The employee informed me. The employee sounded like the drive through cashier at the Krusty Burger in the Simpsons. His voice cracked so much that if it was a piece of glass it would be shattered. After he talked to me he took over my cart search. All I could think was that this is what he has to do. I mean didn’t he have to go restock adult diapers or clean up throw up in aisle 3. This is what your job is annoying me when I am incredible mad for no reason. So he says to me “this cart should be fine for you.” Then I see him took at the cashier lady. This lady had a short haircut, piercings, and neck tattoos creeping up out of her red work shirk. By all reason able account I might guess that this lady was a lesbian or at least not interested the voice crack sitting on the cart. He is trying to impress her by look like a man by helping me get a cart. He gets up and I sit down and I drive away not looking back.
Now I am a large man and this cart is not really the most power thing every. The electric motor almost sounds like it screaming get off me and in pain. So I am drive and people are looking at me. Children are point, adults are shielding their kids eyes, and the elderly are shaking their heads; it is not good. I get to about aisle 10 and the motors screams started to lower and I see on the dash thing that the level is slowly going down. At that moment I lose all composure. Up until then I had looked straight ahead with a straight face until the battery started to die. I stand up on the cart and try to push it like a skate board also while whispering “come on baby don’t give up on me now.” I get barely get to aisle 12 but I do. In my absence a crowd had formed because my grandmother was blocking the aisle. I beep the little horn like a jerk the people to move and stop the cart so my grandma can get in. Since the battery is low I want the weight to be as low I head back to the front to get a cart. On the way there I thought I heard to kids talking about my adventure.
“That’s the guy that rode on the cart.”
“Really?”
“Ya”
“ Awesome!”
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Out Cold
A phone rings late at night in a detective’s office in the Los Angeles police department, two detectives to up at each other. One of those detectives is Jake Cassidy. He has been at it for twenty years, one of the best detectives in the L.A. area. The other detective is Cassidy’s understudy, a man by the name of Mike Hamilton. Cassidy stops his work and answer. “Hello,” Cassidy said.
“Chief, what is the matter?”
“A murder?”
“Any information?”
“Julie has it. Alright we are on our way,” Cassidy said and hung up the phone. Julie walked in and threw a file on Cassidy’s desk. “Thanks Julie,” Cassidy stated.
“What is this all about,” Hamilton asked.
“Hamilton, grab your coat we have a murder,” Cassidy informed. Twenty minutes later they were driving on a small two lane road in the country side. “Take a left here.” When they turned they were facing a large iron gate with the letter R in the center in gold. They stopped and the swung open. After they got past the gate the gate they were drove up a long brick driveway lined it perfectly manicured shrubs. All the way there Cassidy was reading the file Julie had given him.
“What is the information on this case,” Hamilton asked.
“A man named Charlie Rodgers was murdered earlier today,” Cassidy started.
“The oil guy,” Hamilton interjected.
“Yes, he started the Premium Oil Company. Needless to say he was a very wealthy man. Charlie had just celebrated his 81st birthday on Friday. His head was smashed in a refrigerator. The maid found him at about 4 in the afternoon and called the police,” Cassidy finished. When he was done Hamilton stopped the car. They had reached the Rodgers Manor. It was a giant mansion with stone pillars and marble statues in the yard. Cassidy and Hamilton got out of the car and walked up to the front door. When they reached the front door they were met by the Chief. The Chief was a plump man with a powerful mustache. He was about 50 and balding, but did not seem to care.
“I’m glad to see you could make it. I trust you have reads the file I left you,” the Chief said
“Yes, so are there any suspects” Cassidy asked.
“Our first one is sitting on the sofa on the sofa over there,” the Chief point, “That is Charlie’s wife.”
They walked over and waited through the police to get to the couch. Sitting on the couch was Mrs. Rodgers. Mrs. Rodgers was a beautiful blond not yet 25 years old. She could have had the pick of any man she wanted, but she picked an 81 year old oil barren. She did not look very broken up over the murder of her husband. “Hello Mrs. Rodgers I am Jake Cassidy and this is Mike Hamilton we are police detectives,” Cassidy said.
“Oh please call me Penelope. I do hope that you can solve this,” Penelope said hopefully.
“We are doing our best but we need you to answer a few questions,” Cassidy asked.
“Yes anything to solve this,” Penelope begged
“Alright ma’am we just had a few questions. How long have you and Charlie?
“We have been married for 7 months. We were married to the 16th,” Penelope answered.
“Well you are prickly newlyweds,” Cassidy interjected.
“Yes, it was the happiest seven months of my life,” Penelope said dreamily.
“I am sure it was. Now where were you today at about 2 in the afternoon,” Hamilton questioned.
“I was shopping with my sister since she was in town. See here is a receipt from Hollister,” Penelope answered. She gave the piece of paper to Cassidy. He looked at it and at the bottom was printed 14:24:32.
“She checks out, mark her off the list,” Cassidy stated. “Now Mrs. Rodgers do you know of anyone who would want to murder your husband?”
“I have no idea but if you want to know more about something you could talk to Charlie’s children. Vanessa is right over there,” Penelope pointed.
“Thank you for all of you help Mrs. Rodgers and we are very sorry about you loss,” Cassidy said graciously.
“It was not a problem at all just get the bastard who this to my poor Chuck,” Penelope responded.
“We will try our hardest Penelope do not worry about that,” Hamilton promised. The two detectives then moved over to where Ms. Rodgers was standing. Vanessa was a somewhat pale woman with dark black hair pulled in to a bun on the back of her head. The report said she was forty but she easily looked thirty-two. She was standing by the fireplace wearing a black pants suit.
“Good evening Ms. Rodgers,” Cassidy introduced, “I am Jake Cassidy and this is my partner Mike Hamilton.
“This is no good evening but it is a pleasure to meet you,” Vanessa said. She spoke very sternly with a purpose. “I hope you can catch the person who did this to my father.”
“That is what we are here for miss. We just have a few questions,” Hamilton started.
“Shoot,” Vanessa said.
“Where were you today at about 2,” Hamilton asked.
“I was upstairs sleeping I had put in a long night at work and got home very late so I was still sleeping,” Vanessa answered.
“Thank you now do know why someone would have murdered you father,” Hamilton asked.
“I have no idea. Daddy was well like by everyone he had no enemies or at least that I know of,” Vanessa said plainly.
“Well that you Vanessa we appreciate your time we have to,” Hamilton started.
“Hold on. What you feeling about Penelope,” Cassidy interjected.
“Personally I really do not like the woman. Although Daddy did seem happier with her I think she just married him for the money. I don’t think she really even loved him, but he loved her. He was even going to change his will,” Vanessa said angrily
“So what happened to your mother,” Cassidy questioned
“They were married for a very long time but outlived her that is all. She passed away about five years ago,” she replied.
Thank you, but I have one more question. Where is your brother,” Cassidy asked.
“Jonny is in the dining room straight there thought the kitchen,” she said. The detectives moved toward the kitchen. The kitchen was very large with dark wood cabinets, marble counter tops, and stainless steel appliances. The refrigerator placed about half way between the two entrances to the kitchen. There Charlie Rodgers and a puddle of blood. Cassidy and Hamilton put on some gloves and began to search the crime scene for some that the others may have missed. After about five minutes nether one of them had found anything. Then Cassidy spotted something shining next to the milk.
“Here we go now we are cooking with gas,” Cassidy exclaimed.
“What is it,” Hamilton asked.
“An earring,” Cassidy explained.
“That is going to useful. Now let’s go talk to John,” Hamilton suggested. The two of then moved in to the dining room. In the dining room there was a large circular table made to a very dark stone. At the table sat a tall lanky man with a dark thick head of hair. He was dressed in a gray pin stripe suit. He was a somewhat pale man. The two of the walked over and began to speak to him.
“You must be Jonathon Rodgers. I am detective Cassidy and this is my partner detective Hamilton,” Cassidy said.
“Hello gentleman, I hope you are close to discovering who killed my father,” John replied.
“That is why we are here we need to ask you a few questions,” Cassidy explained.
“Yes of course anything to get this over with,” John said
“When were today at about two in the afternoon today,” Hamilton asked.
“I was at the beach with my friends. We were surfing all day,” John answered.
“Thank you. I have one more question. What are your feelings about Penelope? Your sister did not seem to like her very much,” Cassidy asked.
“Van and I feel the same way about her. I really do not like the woman. I think she only married him for the money,” John said angrily.
“Thank you for your time Jonathon I do appreciate it,” Cassidy said
“No problem,” John muttered. The two detectives then made their way back to the front door to where the Chief was standing.
“So what did you find out,” the Chief asked.
“Call everyone here we have solved the case,” Cassidy replied. After about five minutes everyone was standing in the front entrance and Cassidy and Hamilton were standing on the stairs. “Thank you everyone I will only need your attention for a few minutes. We have solved the case.” Everyone looked surprised. “It was simply really all you needed to do was look really. Now the murder of Mr. Rodger is standing this room, or should I say murderers. Vanessa and Jonathan murder their father. You see he was getting ready to change his will so that everything would be left to Penelope. They did not like this idea very much. They never really like Penelope at all and this was the last straw. They wanted that money no matter what so they killed him. Now how do I know, this here is why? Vanessa you seem to be missing an earring,” Cassidy said.
“I am,” Vanessa asked.
“Yes and I have it right here. I found it at the crime scene. Now John will you pull back you sleeve for me.” John did revealing a pale white arm, “Pretty pale for someone who was surfing all day.” Cassidy explained. “Ladies and gentleman your case is solved you can all go home, and I am truly sorry about your loss Penelope.” Before anyone could say or really do anything the two detects were out the door heading for their car. Ten minutes later after they had pulled back on that two lane road Hamilton looked over at Cassidy
“Nice work in there Cassidy,” Hamilton said.
“Thanks same to you,” Cassidy said
“Thanks,” Hamilton replied. They drove back to the station in silence. A much needed silence.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Television, Video Games, and Podcasts
If there is one thing that I know I am very good it would be wasting time. I know how to procrastinate like a king. I do the common things like watch television and play video games; I am working on Red Dead Redemption right now by the way. I also read books not just any book but books on history. Some would say that was a waste of time because I go to history everyday but that is not good enough for me. One of the things I do once a week to waste time is blog. Now I understand why I have to do it I guess but I still think that it is a total waste of time. One of the things I love to do that most people think is rather stupid is listen to podcasts. In fact I am listening to one right now. I am doubling up with my time wasting. I am the only one I know that enjoy and only one of my friend even know what they are. For those of you who do not know what they are I will tell you. A podcast is basically a radio show on the internet. I enjoy these very much. I listen to them like most of you listen to the music. There are many different podcasts for just about everyone’s interests. The ones I listen to are mostly comedy because I love a good laugh. Many profession comedians either have their own podcasts or appear as guests on ones which are great. Those are pretty much the only things I do to waste time. Well I forgot one big one. I forgot school.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
The Last of the Mohicans
What a week we have had. It basically only consisted on really three days. I have never loved winter so much. This week the conversation focuses on my siblings. Now I have two sisters, Mary and Jennifer, and they are my older sisters. In fact Mary, my oldest sister, is 14 years older than I am. One on they teacher at Gahanna went to school with my sisters. Since they are so much older than me I basically grew up as an only child for the majority of my younger years. For this reason my father has told me that “you are the last of the Mohicans,” but it has not always been like this. I did have a tribe at one time.
Now one of the first memories besides a great light and a doctor is me sitting in a car. In the car is Mary, two of her friends, and myself; and we are going water balloon throwing, who thinks to take their baby brother water throwing. The answer is my sister. Now most on my stories involve my older sister because she took an interest in me when I was a toddler. My sister did a lot of things for me. She took my places and invited me in to her life. She was a great big sister and I wasn’t the easiest to get along with. I frequently cried and or spit on people. I did not spit on purpose but I had an excess of saliva in my mouth, that’s all. Mary basically took me places that my parents did not want to. Another one of my memories involves the OSU Buckeyes. When the won the national championship Circuit city, now I think it is a Comfy Couch store, had the trophy in the store for people to get pictures with. I wanted to go so my sister was the one to take my. The national championship takes place in January so this was around the same time, which meant was cold. My sister waited with me for about three hours for about five seconds and a picture with the trophy. Mary has always been there for me and it has been one fun time.
The second sister I have is the younger of my two sisters Jennifer. Jennifer was not a very large part of my childhood because she had other things to do. Jennifer and I did not get along very well when I was younger. I really had no idea why we butted heads but we did. I think the reason was that when I was born she was no longer the baby of the family which she had been for twelve years. I remember getting yelled at by my sister for destroying her stuffed animals. I guess there were some scissors on her desk which I could reach and there were some stuffed animals that needed a haircut. Jennifer had Disney stufffed animal such as lions and monkey which she liked very much. After I was done the lions had no manes and the monkeys were shaved. The weirdest thing is that my mother blamed my sister for leaving the scissors out in the first place. That is really all I can remember about Jennifer unfortunately.
These days my sisters and I all have a very good relationship. The odd thing now is that Jennifer has two children and Mary is going to have a child. This means that I will be about the same age they were when I was born. I guess that means I am going to have to return all of the favor they have done for me. I am not going to make the same mistakes that my sisters did with me. I am not going to leave my scissors on my desk. My stuffed animals are mine. They are perfectly fine and do not need a shave
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Mr. Browning
This week in English class we learned about commas, semi-colons, and colons. We also learned about how to use them correctly when we write. This was a very tedious and quite frankly boring lesson. It was meant to be useful to us and help us in the future, or that is what Mr. Potter told us. This comma lesson brought me back to middle school and learning that back in 8th grade. That little memory brought to one of the greatest teacher I have even had, and his name in Mr. Browning. Mr. Browning taught American history at Middle School South and was amazing at it. Browning was old school in the way he taught. When we took notes we had to copy them off the board then he would explain them. The way he would explain what we had written down is where he shinned. He would relate American history to stories from his life. He would relate Ulysses Grant to the time he had his eye pop out of its socket. It really amazing stuff. Now when students would return to visit the teachers his line was always “Are you here to hit on some sixth graders.” He said that to just about all of his old students. A couple of month ago some friend and I decided to go and visit our old teachers; which meant visiting Browning. So I walk in to his classroom and see him sitting there working at his desk. He looked at me and said, “Hello George! Are you here to hit on some 6th graders?”
“Well you have found me out Browning, and isn’t that the reason you became a teacher,” I fired back. Check and mate.
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