Thursday, December 11, 2014

Journal #20


If I could get any three superpowers they would be: telekinesis or the Force, the ability to control the elements or "weather", and last but not least the ability to heal the sick or injured. I chose the ability of telekinesis or the Force because why choose super strength when you control things with your mind and control them at will. I would use this power to stop criminals from running away from the crime scene by picking them up with my mind and getting them to where the cops are at. I chose to control the elements or "weather" because if I wanted to trap the villains in a tiny tornado I could and only I could control this tornado. I chose the ability to heal the sick or injured because if I got injured during a shoot out I could just heal myself or my companion. I also chose this ability because if I hurt someone by accident I could heal their wounds and make them feel all better. 

Friday, November 21, 2014

Journal 14

I believe that our new cell phone rule is not ok at all. A person who can't disconnect from the world around them by listening to music is going to be a stressed out person. I am against it because it was one person who caused this privilege to be taken away why should all the student body have to pay for that one person's mistake. The people in charge of early college should just prosecute the person responsible for this and just take disciplinary actions upon them not the whole school. Don't you believe that a person who has 3+ degrees can give you a better answer than just "because I said so"? I wonder why does she treat us like this because I have read the handbook and nowhere does it say that we can't use the cellphone on the premises or in the school.

Monday, October 27, 2014

Poem

I am from the island of enchantment, the island of Puerto Rico. The place where humidity and heat clash perfectly and the sun always shines. I am from old bikes and epic landings. When you're falling from a bike you have to land somewhere even if that's your knees. I am from a world where people can see right through as if I were a ghost. I'm the world where I live people must think I'm a non-existent being poor I'm not important. I am from a land where there's no easy way out of anything. In this land where I live you have to fight your way through everything and our only two escapes are death or to fade of to sleep. I am from a land where you can only trust yourself. If you trust anyone but yourself you'll never get anywhere in this life.

Friday, October 10, 2014

Journal #20


I figured it out I can't believe this is true. My mind is spinning out of control, I cannot believe I'm the only human in this earth. My plan is to infiltrate their base, steal their technology, and become their ruler. First, I must sleep. I wake up the next morning feeling weirded out so I go take a walk. I walked around our town and saw their military base from afar. I decided that I should first build a powerful apparatus. I started myself in the mastery of my weapon a light saber. I have started training myself in the power of the Force. Then I bought a dark cloak so they wouldn't know who I am. The next day I take my regular walk and start scanning the premises of their base and notice the flaw in their security. I go back home and eat enough for two days and start packing supplies and meditate so the Force can grow strong on me, then I sleep. The next morning I rush to their base and start exploiting their base's weakness. I kill everyone and destroy everything and say, "This is for my dead comrades!". I get to their leader's stronghold and evilly grin at him before collapsing the room where he's at. I decide to take his spaceship and keep going around the country and even the world if I have to to find the answers I wish to receive. Then I go to D.C. and destroy the secret service's base and I go to the white house and enter through the roof and kill everyone except our "president". I start asking him where are all the humans and where can I find them. He stares maniacally at me and say I'll never find them. I strike him down and start searching for information. I could really care less if I'm a universal fugitive but I will find my family and the rest of the humans.

Friday, October 3, 2014

Journal # 17
First it started with a few little eyes from the kids, staring at me asking what I was. Then the grownups had their little side conversations with their eyes focused on me and for some reason I felt threatened. I yearned to escape but I simply couldn't because of two things: 1) I was tied to the ceiling 2) I was in a state of physical paralysis in which only my mind functioned. Then it happened I thought someone would come to liberate me but they just took me to another room to stuff me with candy with some unknown purpose but I knew it wasn't gonna be good. Then I was tied back up and I was astounded by how many little beady eyes were staring at me. Then I was lowered, so many kids were holding sticks and started swinging. I've never been hit with so much wrath and so much anger. Then I felt a crack in my side my insides started spewing and then I popped and all the candy came rushing  down. I've never seen kids scramble for candy in such a savage way, the brutality in them.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Journal 11

Journal 11
A man was circling around my neighborhood and then he stopped and asked me for directions. Next thing I know he had me in his van and I was knocked out in seconds. He drove for hours then he took me to a cabin where he tried to torture me. I tried to escape several times but nothing worked. Then he left for hours and I thought this is my chance. I knocked down the door and took a lantern and ran for my life. I kept running until I found a hole where my parents were buried. I felt a felling of quandary between leaving them or checking if they were alive. felt horrible but I had to keep running until I found a road where I found a car and I drove until I could find help. I'll never forget what he did to me. She was sure this was where she had left her.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

J P #9

   Journal prompt # 9
The one memory I would love to bottle up would be the first time I ate pastelillos. I was a little boy and my mom just told me to eat this slowly because you only get one. After she finished frying them she put one in a paper towel and told me to wait until it cooled off. Then after I had the first bite I fell in love with my ethical food.