Here's how I...

Here's how I roll a blunt. Let me tell you how I roll a blunt in a few simple steps. I will take you from buying the dope from the Dope Man to packing the roach into a piece.
Well first you have to gather up some money, depending on how much dope you want to smoke depends on how much money you are willing to spend. But for this blunt I will be getting a dime bag. A dime bag is sold for ten bucks and you can surely roll up two regular joint. When rolling up a blunt a dime bag is just enough. So let’s start out journey down the road of better feeling, and the munchies.
7:40pm- I get out of basketball practice, tired and a little soar, I get back to my house to find a few friends hanging out with my girlfriend, waiting for me to get home. We hang out for a few then decide that we wonna get high.
8:00pm- We decide that we would give the Dope Man a call to see if we would be able to come get a pick up. The Dope Man wants to know what size pick up we are looking to get. We tell him that we are looking to get a George Washington (or Quarter). The Dope Man replies with a sure thing, meet me at the spot in 15 minuets. I hang up and gather the money.
8:05pm- A friend and I get into my 1995 Ford Probe and head to the pick up spot. Listening to the new compact disc from JadaKiss called 'The Kiss Of Death'.
8:20pm- We arrive at the spot with no sign of the Dope Man, so we sit and wait. 3 minuets pass, then 4, then 5, then we see the Dope Man pull in. He is driving, wait a minute I can't tell you that this is the Dope Man we are talking about here; I can't give out his information.
8:25pm- We give the Dope Man the money, and he gives us the Package. No words are exchanged, no nothing. I just stick my hand out the tinted black window of my car and pass him the money, then about a minute later he hands back a small rolled up sandwich bag containing the dope.
8:29pm- After looking at the size of the bag that we got we restarted my car and head back to the house.
8:45pm- Arrive back at the house
8:50pm- Start to break up and then roll the up the blunt
9:00pm- Spark up the rolled the blunt and take the first pass.
Puff, puff, pass to the right.
9:25pm- after passing the blunt around for a bit, the roach is packed into the bowl piece then continued to be passed to the right. Only this time it is puff then pass, rather then puff, puff pass.
9:30pm- The funniest movie of all time is put into the DVD player. Then for the next 110 minutes Dumb and Dumber is watched and laughed at by a bunch of kids that would think the paint drying on the side of a building would be funny.
So this is how to roll and smoke a blunt. I have taken you from the gathering of the money to the agreement of the weed, then to smoking the blunt. So in leavening I would like to let you know that marijuana is illiberal and if you are to be cough with it you may be looking at a bit of trouble. I would also like to let you know that is also very bad for you and is very addicting. So I hope that if you have not started to smoke then please do not start. Because if you do not only do you risk getting in trouble and you also take the entire weed from me.

Response to Angele Ecks's 5 Paragraph Essay

I think that I a look at love that not a lot of people look. Although I think that for the most part it is her own fault that she lost some love. I don't understands how you could just sit there and let someone hurt you. Not only that but it was not like he was doing it on purpose. But I guess I could see how someone might be scared to stand up and say something. I completely understand that she had a hard time being with the dude with the daughter. But for not the same reasons. I don't think I would be happy if I was with someone that already had a kid with someone elegy.

Things

When you walk into my room and look across my bed you will see a football helmet. To you it may just look like a dirty, beat up helmet. But to me it is like gold. It is the helmet I wore the last time I ever played football. And the dirt on it is from the last game I ever played. I never cleaned it off because over time I look at it and see the dirt it takes me back to the good old days. I loved playing high school football, I played with all my close friends and had the time of my life. I remember stepping on my helmet and heading to the practice field, I remember eating a team supper every Thursday. It makes me remember all the good things and even the bad about my last year playing football. I never tough that I would miss playing this much but I do, I miss it a lot and everything that I see that helmet it takes me right back to the field.

Unique

How am I unique, I think that there are a lot of things that make me different from other people. For one I have the hottest girlfriend in the world. She has a body to kill for. I don't think that there are many people that can say they have that. I like the Dallas Cowboys, witch is the greatest football team of all time. And I hate the New England patriots more then anything. I wish there play would blow up with all of them in it. I think that Tom Brady is the biggest queer I have ever. I don't really have a favored baseball team, I think that their are way to many games and team to keep track of. But if I did I would have to say that I like to reduces or any team the beats the Yankees. But for the most part I like Players not teams. I don't watch hockey but if I did I would like the Boston burning. My favored basketball team is the rafters. But I only like them because of Vince Carter, if he left them I would like what ever team he played for. I like all kinds of music, if it has a good beat then I like it. However I peeper to lesion to rap. I don't really like to drink, I grew up my hole life watching my mom and dad drink all the time, so when ever I drink I feel like I'm going to turn out like them. I think that there are a ton more thing that differ me from other people. I would be here all week typing the differences.

Contrast Essay

Contrast


It is Friday night; I and a bunch of my friends are getting together to head out for the night. When I relies that I'm short on cash, and I don't get paid until next week. I some how forgot that my loving girlfriend had to barrow a couple buck to get her nails done or something stupid like that. So I stop and ponder about what I should do. I think to my self do I spend my money on alcohol, do I spend my money on some drugs, or do I save my money so I have some spending cash until I get paid. Well for some people that may be an easy question to ask them self. Well for me it is just not that cut and dry, and here is why. You see I come from a mill town were all there is to do is drink and do drugs. Not that the town has anything to do with how I decide to spend my money, or not spend my money for that matter. But when you grow up around that stuff your whole life you are bound to stared one or the other and in most cases both. So do I sit here and try to fool you in to thinking that I have never done either I would be a fool. Because I have been around the block once or twice if you know what I mean. Please don't get me wrong though, I don't want you to think that I wear it as a badge but I have been places, seen things, and done things that I propel shouldn't have. But I have done them and am not ashamed to say it. So when I say that it may be easy for most people to choose what to do with their money, it just ant that easy for me. If you see were I'm coming from. So I ask myself again what do I do, how do I spend my money.
Growing up I never had much money. My dad works as a landscaper, and my mom was forced to be a stay at home mom. Not by my dad or anything like that but because she has a bunch of back problems and after her surgery she was unable to lift and thing over like 30 pounds. So my family lived off of one person’s income. The reason that this is important in my decision is because I have come to understand the value of money. I know that I will problem need some cash later in the week and so I understand that by spending the little money that I have will leave me suffering later in the week when something more important comes up. I also understand that if was to spend my money I know that I will problem not be able to call home and ask my parents to give me some money.
Another thing that I had to think about before I decided rather or not to spend my money is about how much fun I could have partying with my boys. It is not like I have a lot of time to see all the guys, with work and all. And this was one of the first times in a long time that well all had a chance to go out together. Plus do you know how much crap I would have to take if I wiped out and told them that I was going to save my money.
So I still don't know what to do, do I save the money nor do I spend the money? Time is ticking and I have to come up with a sudation and I need to do it quick. I really want to go out and party but I also don’t want to be broke.

Classification Essay

Teachers, Teachers, Teachers. I think that there are three types of teachers. There are the teachers that are there for the pay check and could care less if you pass or not. The ones that would rather send a kid to the office or give him a detention. They would rather spend more time looking for the students to do wrong then they do on actuality teaching. Then there are the teachers that don't do anything but teach. I mean the ones that just have you come to class and sit there for no matter how long the class is and just have you take notes. And when I say that the only thing they do is teach I mean all they do is teach. You could be running around in the back of class bare ass naked and they will just keep on teaching like they have no idea what is going on. Then last of all there are the teachers that care. The one that teach and make sure you know what they are teaching. The ones that make learning fun. The ones that draw the student’s addition. When the student leaves the room they really feel like they have learned something.
When I was in the 9th grade I had one of the types of teachers that were just mentioned. It was in my Physical science class. She was the type that would have you come to class and if you were 2 minutes late you had to go to the office. If you were out of your seat with out asking you were sent to the office. It was so bad that the assistant principal had to have a meeting with her, and let her know that she has to lighten up a little. He told her that there was no way that we (the student) could be learning anything if we were always in the office. But do you think this made her any better. Hell NO!!! Rather then sending us to the office to get a detention she would just give us one her self. But was that the thing that bothered me the most. Well no it was not. The thing that really got to me is when you did something that she felt was wrong she would come over to you and stare at you. I don’t mean some genital little looking at you, I mean she would get right over you if you were sitting down and get about a foot away from your face if you were standing and just stare at you. It was like she was trying to steel you soul or something. When the year started it was a little scary but over time it was just stupid. One time that I will never forget is when she started to stare at me one day an I just stared back. We had a stare off for like 20 minutes. Then she got so mad that she grabbed me books and threw them across the room and kicked me out of class. Now I don’t know if it was the throwing of the books or the fact that I stared back that broke the camels back but that was the last time we had ever seen her. We got a sub for the rest of the year. Some say that she went crazy, I don’t know, but I think that she was already a little crazy.
Back when I was in the 10th grade I had this one teacher that was a nice guy and all but really had no idea how to teach. I mean he was as smart as hell but just had no idea how to teach. It was a 90 minute class, we got there sat in our seat, took out our notebooks and started taking note. He would sit there in his chair and write on the over head for 90 minutes. He could care less what was going on in the room; he would sit there with his bow-tie and write. By the half way mark of the class there was always at least two people sleeping, and always a bunch of people having there own little conversation. I remember one day one of the kids that sat in the front row of the class bring in his game boy. He sat there all class and played it. He didn’t try to hide it he didn’t even turn the sound off, and he sat right in front of the teachers desk. Now I don’t know if maybe the teacher was doffed but he never said a word to the kid.
You know that feeling you get when someone makes such an unpack on your life that you will always we r4emember them. Well when I was in the 3rd, 4th, and 5th grade I was a little behind the kids my age so I had to get a little help. At first I hated it, I was in a class that had a bunch of kids that much, much more behind then I was. I tough that it mad me look like a retard. Then I met the teacher that6 still to this day has had the most unpack on my life. I went from hating that class to watching the clock until it was time to go to the class. She made learning fun, she asked me what I like in life, and at the time I was crazy about the Dallas Cowboys and loved football. So she worked with that. She related everything to football and the Dallas Cowboys. For one of our writing projects I got to write a letter to someone, and she let me write to Troy Airmen, the starting quarterback for the cowboys. But little did I know when I was finished with the letter she wrote one her self as well and then sent them out to him. I had no idea, then about a week later when I got to her class there was a big tan envelope sitting on my desk. When I opened it there was an Autographed photo of Troy with a reply letter. I was in heaven. That had to have been the hippest day of my life. Then the icing on the cake was when I came in the next day and she had gone out and spent her own money to bye me a farm to put the picture in.
Now I don’t know what you have had for teacher but to me there are tree types that really make an in pact on a students live. Some good, some bad, and some that just make an impact. I just hope that there are more good then bad.

class writting

i think that this Amanda Lockard girl is probly looking at things the wrong way. maybe it is her that is the problem. to me it seems that she is trying to make a man. what she needs to do is stop with the men and go after a women maybe she will have more luck that way. hey dont mean that in a bad way i think that girl on girl action is great. then if she still has no luck, she should really try to lower her standers a little. but hay good luck with whatever you choose. because everyone needs a little love.

The stared of my Essay

It was the end of fall 2002, and we had just lost our last football game. We were in the locker room taking off our stuff when we made the Pac. It was Josh Meisner, Brent Gallant, and my self, we went in to the coaches room and promised each other and our self that next year things would be different. We had justifying a season that was full up up sets, and when things were as bad as they could get, they got worse. So we made a pac. We promised that we would take charge, we would step forward and become leaders. We decided that we would take a few weeks off to clear our heads and rest up then we would hit the gym. We would stared our season earl no more drugs, no more drinking, no more dickens off. We were unsatisfied with how we finished the season and the only way things would be different is if we took the bull by horns and made things different.
Josh Meisner is the quaterback, Brent Gallant, is the halfback, and I'm the fullback. We have all played together since the 7th grade. Before that Brent and josh played togerther gowns up in the area youth league. I played in it too but I was always on the opposite teams, but we did how ever play against each other a few times. So we had an idea of who each other was. Then when we got to old for the A.Y.F league we all got put on the same middle school team, not to much of a cussedness seeing how we all grew up in the same tri town area and had to go to the same middle school.
2 months after the pac was made we were in the gym. We went every other day. One week we would go Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, the next week we would be in there Sunday, Tuesday, and Friday. And so on. It didn't matter what the weather was. No matter how much it snowed or how many things we had to do that day, if it was a day to lift then we were in there lifting. We would stall as long as it took to get our work out done.
with up devoting our self to the next season we decided that we were going to stop drinking, smoking, and doing drugs. Now I don't mean that we never went out and partied we would just be the D.D's. or we would just hang out and not drink or do drugs. Yes it was tough seeing how we grew up in a town that was the highest percentage of underage kids drinking in the woods it the nation. We also had the 2nd highest bar to population ratio in the nation as well. So there was tons of excuses that we could use to defend us drinking or doing drugs. We just chose not too, there was no one looking over our shoulder keeping en eye on us it was up keeping our word with each other. If we could not trust each other off the field how could we trust each other on the field.
so was it worth it to devote our lives for the next year or so to getting ready for one season. Well to me it was the best thing I could have done. And did it pay off you might ask well I have to say yeas it did. Our team lost only one game in the regular season. Then we won our first playoff game, but lost how ever in the game before states. We still think to this day that that game was not called far by the officiating crew. There were a few penalty that were called on us that were just terrible calls. I don't how ever want to say that it was just the refs that blew the game for us, we played like shit in the first half of the game and dug a hudge hole for our self's. Then when we finely got our fingers out of our asses (no not literally) and started playing in the second half like we did so many times that year, it was just to little to late. We had backed our self's in to a corner and there was just not enough time to dig our self's out.

Lifting-vs-Yoga-and-Therapy

Last Monday I started working out again. It was my first time being in the gym in about a year and a half. Wow is my body kicking my ass for stopping. You see I was a gym rat in high school and lifted every other day. It didn't matter what time I had to go I went every other day no matter what. If I had stuff to do after school and probably would not get to the gym, I would get up early and go before school. I love to be in the gym it was a place of peace for me. I could let out all my anger and not have to worry about getting in trouble. It was a great place for me some people need counseling, others need yoga, but me all I need is "The Eye Of The Tiger" blaring in the back grounding weights in my hand. I love it when IM at the end of a set and I have two or three more reps to go. When I feel like I cant move my arms, when it feels like there is 300lbs pressing down on my arms. But yet some how I still find a way to reach down and pull something out of now were and squeeze out the last of my reps. To me that is one of the greatest feeling in the world. It is also a hell of a lot better then sitting there with your legs all twisted lessoning to some classical music or have someone tell you how to change your life like they really know what going on. That crap maybe helpful to you but to me it would make me more crazy then I already am.