So twice now I have woken up, stood up, stretched, and fell over. Literally fell over. So the first one, i got out of bed and did my morning stretch, and i must have just got way too light headed, and all of a sudden i'm sprinting to the other side of the room and slammed into my dresser. (i was trying to keep my balance) Don't believe me, Abbey was standing across the hall and watched the whole thing. Then this morning, i walked over to the alarm, and turned it off. Did my stretch, and again, got too light headed, and hit the ground...on my way down i slammed my head into the same dresser as mentioned above. I think i have a knot. So note to self....no more morning stretches, unless i'm already on the floor, or sitting.

In my Literature class, we've been discussing ethical questions. We are reading a text called, Open Questions. I really do recommend this book to help get your convictions straight and find out what you really believe. It's not a Christian text, but it is a compilation of essays discussing different ethical topics, violence, integrity, homosexual marriage, body image, and other various subjects. Today we discussed violence.

The story was about a man who always carried a gun wherever he went so that no matter where he was, the people he was around would always be safe. Of course eventually he gets into a situation where he pulls out his gun and shoots into the air to get this other guy to back off. The question here is, is a gun necessary, and when is violence necessary if at all. We discussed turning the cheek (which most 20 year old non-christian men think is reticulose) and self control. When i brought up capitol punishment the group immediately split in responses. I agree with Dave Hasz when he says that C Punishment is just us saying that we don't know the proper punishmnet so we send the person to the ulimate judge.

So my question to you (being anyone who still reads this) is, do you believe that capitol punishment is good or bad and why?

 

Every year, English teachers from across the country can submit
their collections of actual similes and metaphors found in high school
essays. These excerpts are published each year to the amusement of
teachers across the country. Here are last year's winners:

1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides
gently compressed by a thigh Master.

2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like
underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.

3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a
guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of
those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country
speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar
eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E.Coli, and he was
room-temperature Canadian beef.

5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes
just before it throws up.

6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.

8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated
because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge
at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.

9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a
bowling ball wouldn't.

10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag
filled with vegetable soup.

11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an
eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city
and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.

12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.

13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you
fry them in hot grease.

14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across
the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having
left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka
at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.

15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences
that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.

16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who
had also never met.

17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the
East River.

18. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only
one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.

19. Shots rang out, as shots are known to do.

20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil,
this plan just might work.

21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not
eating for a while.

22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either,
but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land
mine or something.

23. The ballerina rose gracefully en Pointe and extended one slender
leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.

24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with
power tools.

25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells,
as if she were a garbage truck backing up.