Have you ever bought a car you barely have to fix? That’s why you should buy a convertible mustang! Have you ever had a car that you barely even used because it was always in the shop? Have you ever seen yourself driving a mustang? Well, you should now! Mustangs are one of the best cars ever. They look really good, there pretty cheap for a car that looks that great, and they can go fast!
Convertible mustangs are really nice look. They are sports car so they are really good looking. Most cars you can go pick out exterior and interior, so you can make them look however you want them to. They also are made out of great, durable, so what expensive material. They are somewhat shiny too, so they look pretty cool.
These cars are really great for the summertime! You can go driving by the ocean and get a great view and smell of it. You can always get hit with hot air, but cool wind, which feels great! You also have a great view because there are no windows to get in you way. Then wind just feels great as you drive through whatever city you’re in.
Mustangs last really long because they use somewhat expensive parts so it’s a lot more durable. Ford is a respectable carmaker. I believe they are more durable and respectable car dealership then Mitsubishi and Mazda. Mazda is cheap and have pretty crappy cars. They don’t last that long at all! They are cheap to fix, but the parts don’t last very long at all. That’s why mustangs are better. They can be pretty expensive to fix, but you rarely have to fix it.
You should now go out and get a mustang. Don’t forget that they are great for the summer time. The best part is the ocean smell from miles away. Now you will have a car that you go on trips in without breaking down. You won’t have the problem of it sitting in the shop for now on. So go out and pick they way you want you mustang to look and have fun in it.
Sommer
Friday, October 23, 2009
Persuasive: Final Draft
Do you like to buy new shoes every month? Because I know I don’t. payless shoes are not worth your money. Don’t waste the money you could be using for other things that are worth it.
Payless does not have good quality shoes. Their shoes are not comfortable. They are made of artificial leather. Payless shoes wear out awfully fast. They don’t usually have the right size.
Payless is quite inconvenient. They have no shoe salesman to fit your shoes. Their shoes don’t fit right. Also, they don’t have good service.
Payless does not have a lot of variety either. A lot of their shoes look the same. They are not up to date with social fashion. They have no name brands too.
So when you need new shoes, think twice. Is payless worth your money? Buy shoes that will be durable and long lasting, cute and up to date. Go to places where you get your moneys worth.
Shawnie
Payless does not have good quality shoes. Their shoes are not comfortable. They are made of artificial leather. Payless shoes wear out awfully fast. They don’t usually have the right size.
Payless is quite inconvenient. They have no shoe salesman to fit your shoes. Their shoes don’t fit right. Also, they don’t have good service.
Payless does not have a lot of variety either. A lot of their shoes look the same. They are not up to date with social fashion. They have no name brands too.
So when you need new shoes, think twice. Is payless worth your money? Buy shoes that will be durable and long lasting, cute and up to date. Go to places where you get your moneys worth.
Shawnie
Persuasive: Final Draft
Sssssizzle, greasy, salty, butter, fat, giggle, overweight, obese, McDonalds or fresh with Subway! Why go to McDonalds of Burger King and get fatty, mystery food you hope you don’t get food poisoning from? Go the easy way with subway, fresh, made the way you want, right in front of you!
Would you like fresh food? Go the Subway. They are clean and everything is store very fresh. All the ingredients are made right in front of you so you know what our getting yourself into. Nothing is fried so it’s healthier for you and you will ultimately be happier.
It is also cheap. There are so many options to choose from. They have many meats, cheeses and vegetables. You can put on al the vegetables and sauces you want. They have foot longs and even their six-inch sandwiches are huge. You can stuff them even fuller than they can go.
There is so much variety. No matter what at Subway you’re getting your moneys worth. You can get a meatball on e that is on the fatter side or leave it with the vegetables. You can get chips a salad or anything else. Make everything exactly how you want it to be.
So in conclusion get away from the greasy and fatty foods. You got to stick with fresh and made right in front of you. No added preservatives or salt and fried. Everything you want and more! GO JARED!
-Kesha
Would you like fresh food? Go the Subway. They are clean and everything is store very fresh. All the ingredients are made right in front of you so you know what our getting yourself into. Nothing is fried so it’s healthier for you and you will ultimately be happier.
It is also cheap. There are so many options to choose from. They have many meats, cheeses and vegetables. You can put on al the vegetables and sauces you want. They have foot longs and even their six-inch sandwiches are huge. You can stuff them even fuller than they can go.
There is so much variety. No matter what at Subway you’re getting your moneys worth. You can get a meatball on e that is on the fatter side or leave it with the vegetables. You can get chips a salad or anything else. Make everything exactly how you want it to be.
So in conclusion get away from the greasy and fatty foods. You got to stick with fresh and made right in front of you. No added preservatives or salt and fried. Everything you want and more! GO JARED!
-Kesha
Friday, October 9, 2009
Persuasive: Final Draft
Did you just notice you’re out of eggs or that one of your kids need a poster board for science tomorrow? It’s a little past midnight and you just want to run to one store and hurry home to your bed. Wal-Mart has it all! Wal-Mart has great conveniences, contains large varieties, and is an easy store to become familiar with. Now let me explain to you why I would choose Wal-Mart over Target.
My first reason for this belief is that Wal-Mart is very convenient. It’s open 24/7, which is convenient when you get the munchies and need to run to the store at 2 in the morning. Having either a McDonald’s or Subway inside the store is convenient as well. We all know how it feels when shopping just exhausts us!
My second reason for this belief is that Wal-Mart has large varieties. There’s a grocery department, which of course contains food; steak, chicken, hamburger, potatoes, vegetables, fruit, chips, cookies, etc. they also have a clothing and shoe department for all ages and stereo- types. For the men there’s the mechanic and electronics department carrying tools, TV’s, computers, and the greasy stuff.
My third and final reason for this belief is that Wal-Mart is an easy store to become familiar with. The setup is usually the same in every store throughout Utah. Wal-Mart is nation wide with great locations. If you’re out on vacation or on a trip, Wal-Mart is always there to just make a quick stop.
So now that I’ve explained to you that Wal-Mart is convenient, has large variety, and is easy to become familiar with; you should now have the want and urge to shop at Wal-Mart for anything and everything at anytime.
Maryssa
My first reason for this belief is that Wal-Mart is very convenient. It’s open 24/7, which is convenient when you get the munchies and need to run to the store at 2 in the morning. Having either a McDonald’s or Subway inside the store is convenient as well. We all know how it feels when shopping just exhausts us!
My second reason for this belief is that Wal-Mart has large varieties. There’s a grocery department, which of course contains food; steak, chicken, hamburger, potatoes, vegetables, fruit, chips, cookies, etc. they also have a clothing and shoe department for all ages and stereo- types. For the men there’s the mechanic and electronics department carrying tools, TV’s, computers, and the greasy stuff.
My third and final reason for this belief is that Wal-Mart is an easy store to become familiar with. The setup is usually the same in every store throughout Utah. Wal-Mart is nation wide with great locations. If you’re out on vacation or on a trip, Wal-Mart is always there to just make a quick stop.
So now that I’ve explained to you that Wal-Mart is convenient, has large variety, and is easy to become familiar with; you should now have the want and urge to shop at Wal-Mart for anything and everything at anytime.
Maryssa
Narrative: Final Paper
“Oh my gosh my arm is broken huh, it’s broken!?” “Wow this is taking so long to get there, when are we going to get there?” As we take the hour long drive to Toole the excitement and laughter is going around the truck. We were talking about how many people have gotten hurt and life flighted from here and the different scary stories. I told them about how I have never broken anything or even got stitches. I thought I was never going to be in that situation.
So me, Paul, Jason, Tyler, Sheldon and Shawn were all just sitting in the hot sun looking over the piles of dirt. “Well let’s go ride guys!” Shawn yells. We unload the bikes and put on our gear. As we all hop on our bikes we all are in a hurry to start them up. I have to stand on the back of the truck, the tailgate, because I am too short to reach the ground when I’m on the bike. We all slowly ride to the start line and count down. 5..4..VROOM...VROOM…1…BRAAAPPPP!
We all turn the first corner with perfect ruts to ride in. It was amazing. I fall behind after the first jump and move on to the smaller track in the back. I talk to myself, motivating, encouraging myself, and pushing myself to go faster. When all the sudden Paul, my boyfriend, comes right up behind me and tries to push me to go faster and pushing me to my limits. First gear, Second gear, and wow I’m moving fast! He speeds past me as I feel my bike fly in the air and land on the other side of the jump trying to keep up.
I turn a corner to fast in very soft dirt and choked up. I don’t want to slide out so I have no choice but to jump this drop off. So quickly I just jump right off the side and endow right over my handlebars. I black out for a second. I lay there on my tummy thinking about how it was so dumb I just crashed in front of everyone. I try to sit up but can’t see out of my goggles because of the blood from my nose hitting my helmet when I crashed. My arm gives out, the pain starts to come and my adrenalin leaves. Paul comes running up to picks and me me up and the bike. “Is the bike ok?” I wine, “Is my arm broke, It’s broke huh, oh my gosh it’s broke!” I start to freak out. At first my arm hurt so bad I couldn’t even cry. Paul lifts up my jersey and I see my bent arm. It was not supposed to look like that!
All of the sudden everyone starts to crowd me looking at my bloody, dirty, sweaty, make up all over face. I hadn’t drank anything and been riding in the hot sun about an hour at this point so my face was a mess. To add my goggles were like shedding so I had black flakes all over. Anyways I will get back to my story. So everyone is looking at me and asking if I’m ok. Do I look ok I mean really guys? All I could think about was how I really needed to get to a hospital. I was in shock at first but that lasted maybe 3 minutes.
The pain was so bad now I was just in tears begging Paul to climb me into the huge truck we had brought. I hopped into the back of the truck and we were headed to well no where. We had no idea where we were going so on a hunt is where we were going. We drive around about 20 minutes and its agonizing pain. My arm is rocking around as I’m trying my best to hold my arm against my chest. No matter what I did the pain wasn’t going away and I was getting impatient.
Finally we found an urgent care and we ran in. They cut off my jersey, shoved a needle in my arm, they gave me a tetanus shot and they told me to count to ten. 1..2..3.. then I was awake. The white medicine they put in my arm knocked me out straight up. I woke up to a white cast going all the way up my arm. They had re-broken it and straightened it out. I learned very quickly not to show off when I don’t know how to ride motorcycles very good. Also to top it off my boyfriend told me I looked so beautiful and it was sarcasm. Way to be.
Kesha
So me, Paul, Jason, Tyler, Sheldon and Shawn were all just sitting in the hot sun looking over the piles of dirt. “Well let’s go ride guys!” Shawn yells. We unload the bikes and put on our gear. As we all hop on our bikes we all are in a hurry to start them up. I have to stand on the back of the truck, the tailgate, because I am too short to reach the ground when I’m on the bike. We all slowly ride to the start line and count down. 5..4..VROOM...VROOM…1…BRAAAPPPP!
We all turn the first corner with perfect ruts to ride in. It was amazing. I fall behind after the first jump and move on to the smaller track in the back. I talk to myself, motivating, encouraging myself, and pushing myself to go faster. When all the sudden Paul, my boyfriend, comes right up behind me and tries to push me to go faster and pushing me to my limits. First gear, Second gear, and wow I’m moving fast! He speeds past me as I feel my bike fly in the air and land on the other side of the jump trying to keep up.
I turn a corner to fast in very soft dirt and choked up. I don’t want to slide out so I have no choice but to jump this drop off. So quickly I just jump right off the side and endow right over my handlebars. I black out for a second. I lay there on my tummy thinking about how it was so dumb I just crashed in front of everyone. I try to sit up but can’t see out of my goggles because of the blood from my nose hitting my helmet when I crashed. My arm gives out, the pain starts to come and my adrenalin leaves. Paul comes running up to picks and me me up and the bike. “Is the bike ok?” I wine, “Is my arm broke, It’s broke huh, oh my gosh it’s broke!” I start to freak out. At first my arm hurt so bad I couldn’t even cry. Paul lifts up my jersey and I see my bent arm. It was not supposed to look like that!
All of the sudden everyone starts to crowd me looking at my bloody, dirty, sweaty, make up all over face. I hadn’t drank anything and been riding in the hot sun about an hour at this point so my face was a mess. To add my goggles were like shedding so I had black flakes all over. Anyways I will get back to my story. So everyone is looking at me and asking if I’m ok. Do I look ok I mean really guys? All I could think about was how I really needed to get to a hospital. I was in shock at first but that lasted maybe 3 minutes.
The pain was so bad now I was just in tears begging Paul to climb me into the huge truck we had brought. I hopped into the back of the truck and we were headed to well no where. We had no idea where we were going so on a hunt is where we were going. We drive around about 20 minutes and its agonizing pain. My arm is rocking around as I’m trying my best to hold my arm against my chest. No matter what I did the pain wasn’t going away and I was getting impatient.
Finally we found an urgent care and we ran in. They cut off my jersey, shoved a needle in my arm, they gave me a tetanus shot and they told me to count to ten. 1..2..3.. then I was awake. The white medicine they put in my arm knocked me out straight up. I woke up to a white cast going all the way up my arm. They had re-broken it and straightened it out. I learned very quickly not to show off when I don’t know how to ride motorcycles very good. Also to top it off my boyfriend told me I looked so beautiful and it was sarcasm. Way to be.
Kesha
Friday, October 2, 2009
Narrative: Final Paper
I didn’t want the big bad people to get me. So I got off the bus and slowly made my way towards my house. My sister and I hid behind each house and ran between the openings. So that the bad people my mommy had been talking about couldn’t see us. I am four years old. Behind one of the houses I saw a pretty butterfly. Then a calico cat came and caught it in his big claws. When I got home I hesitantly went into the house. Mommy was stumbling through the house with her big red eyes and messy hair. She was on drugs. Once upon a time she was that pretty butterfly. Now that cat named heroine cocaine has caught her. She started yelling and as her hand made contact with my left temple mumbling something about how bad I was. I wished for my pretty butterfly back and closed my eyes to endure the pain.
That night my mom decided to throw a party. My sister gets really angry when she throws these kinds of parties. Sometimes the men will take my sister away from our room. I don’t like the way she screams. She tells me to hit the “hairy men” if they try to touch me.
On this particular night my sister and I had a bright idea. We tied sheets together from our bedpost out our window. Then we started to slide down the sheets. About half way down the sheets broke and I landed on my sister on the grass below our window. We played for a long time, outside where no one could yell at us or tell us what to do. I have this kind of habit. I make promises to myself that will make me not be like my mom; or others who have abused me.
At that moment of freedom and peace I closed my eyes and whispered to myself, “I promise that I will feel this again.” As I opened my eyes I saw a look of panic on my sisters face.
“She’s looking for us!” she yelled.
“Why?” I asked not wanting this feeling to go away.
“I don’t know, but we have to hurry.” We ran in the direction of the house. When we got close we realized that almost everyone had left. My sister swore under her breath. “What are we going to do?” I asked, not wanting to get hit by my mother again. We tried to sneak in the house but my mom’s boyfriend, at the time, was sitting on the stairs to our room. My sister swore again, but a little more loudly.
He got up and called for my mom, “They’re back.” He called with a twisted pleasure in his voice.
“You sicken me!” my sister spat in his face. He slapped her across her cheek. I started to cry but she didn’t. she looked him in his eyes, “You’re a disgusting excuse of a man!”
this time my mom hit her. Then I yelled at my mom so she turned and backhanded me. “I promise to never hit my kids.” I thought to myself as I fell to the floor.
About a week later, we silently made our way to our house. I spotted that ugly cat on his way to catch another pretty butterfly. It reminded my of the temptation of drugs, creeping up on people, stealing their life and abusing their kids. “I promise I’ll never do drugs.” I urgently whispered.
“What?” my sister questioned me as if I was crazy.
“Nothing…nothing.” I replied.
“Anyways,” she wiped away her curiosity, “Are you ready?” I looked up and realized we were walking in our back door. There was music playing? My sister and I exchanged glances.
My mom was folding clothes. She wasn’t on drugs! This was a first for a long time. “Mommy?” I asked.
She turned around and I noticed the tears that soaked her cheeks. “You’re going to your aunties house for a while.” She choked.
We cheered and ran to the door as our grandma’s car pulled in the driveway with our aunt in the passenger seat.
It was a long ride to the small town of Myton, UT. It was also a long two weeks that we stayed. One day as my aunt was doing laundry and I was feeling homesick I walked up to her and she looked at me sadly. Almost as if she knew the question I was going to ask. “Auntie Colleen?” I asked, “Can we go home yet?”
She paused and put down the towel she was folding. “sweetie, you’re not going home- never again.”
Wow, I thought, never sure is a long time!
“I promise to never be the big bad person- I promise to never be my mom!”
Through this experience I have learned how drugs in the home affect those around you and those who love you. My mom might have loved me very much, but because of drugs she never got a chance to actually show that. After leaving my mom’s house I have now spent 91/2 years in foster care. My promises have actually gotten me very far. Of course I have not followed them all the way. However I have done a great job. I have felt that freedom again, so many times. Probably due to the fact that I have kept myself from those things that kept my mom trapped and insecure! I am proud to say that I am now in eleventh grade and very happy and successful. I am going to college and that so far is nothing my mom ever did. I am me like I say: no apologies, no regrets!
Shawnie
That night my mom decided to throw a party. My sister gets really angry when she throws these kinds of parties. Sometimes the men will take my sister away from our room. I don’t like the way she screams. She tells me to hit the “hairy men” if they try to touch me.
On this particular night my sister and I had a bright idea. We tied sheets together from our bedpost out our window. Then we started to slide down the sheets. About half way down the sheets broke and I landed on my sister on the grass below our window. We played for a long time, outside where no one could yell at us or tell us what to do. I have this kind of habit. I make promises to myself that will make me not be like my mom; or others who have abused me.
At that moment of freedom and peace I closed my eyes and whispered to myself, “I promise that I will feel this again.” As I opened my eyes I saw a look of panic on my sisters face.
“She’s looking for us!” she yelled.
“Why?” I asked not wanting this feeling to go away.
“I don’t know, but we have to hurry.” We ran in the direction of the house. When we got close we realized that almost everyone had left. My sister swore under her breath. “What are we going to do?” I asked, not wanting to get hit by my mother again. We tried to sneak in the house but my mom’s boyfriend, at the time, was sitting on the stairs to our room. My sister swore again, but a little more loudly.
He got up and called for my mom, “They’re back.” He called with a twisted pleasure in his voice.
“You sicken me!” my sister spat in his face. He slapped her across her cheek. I started to cry but she didn’t. she looked him in his eyes, “You’re a disgusting excuse of a man!”
this time my mom hit her. Then I yelled at my mom so she turned and backhanded me. “I promise to never hit my kids.” I thought to myself as I fell to the floor.
About a week later, we silently made our way to our house. I spotted that ugly cat on his way to catch another pretty butterfly. It reminded my of the temptation of drugs, creeping up on people, stealing their life and abusing their kids. “I promise I’ll never do drugs.” I urgently whispered.
“What?” my sister questioned me as if I was crazy.
“Nothing…nothing.” I replied.
“Anyways,” she wiped away her curiosity, “Are you ready?” I looked up and realized we were walking in our back door. There was music playing? My sister and I exchanged glances.
My mom was folding clothes. She wasn’t on drugs! This was a first for a long time. “Mommy?” I asked.
She turned around and I noticed the tears that soaked her cheeks. “You’re going to your aunties house for a while.” She choked.
We cheered and ran to the door as our grandma’s car pulled in the driveway with our aunt in the passenger seat.
It was a long ride to the small town of Myton, UT. It was also a long two weeks that we stayed. One day as my aunt was doing laundry and I was feeling homesick I walked up to her and she looked at me sadly. Almost as if she knew the question I was going to ask. “Auntie Colleen?” I asked, “Can we go home yet?”
She paused and put down the towel she was folding. “sweetie, you’re not going home- never again.”
Wow, I thought, never sure is a long time!
“I promise to never be the big bad person- I promise to never be my mom!”
Through this experience I have learned how drugs in the home affect those around you and those who love you. My mom might have loved me very much, but because of drugs she never got a chance to actually show that. After leaving my mom’s house I have now spent 91/2 years in foster care. My promises have actually gotten me very far. Of course I have not followed them all the way. However I have done a great job. I have felt that freedom again, so many times. Probably due to the fact that I have kept myself from those things that kept my mom trapped and insecure! I am proud to say that I am now in eleventh grade and very happy and successful. I am going to college and that so far is nothing my mom ever did. I am me like I say: no apologies, no regrets!
Shawnie
Narrative: Final Paper
After pigging out and taking another hit, I passed out. Then I’d wake up and do it all over again, day after day. Have you ever had an addiction? TV., caffeine, video games, etc.? Mine was the drugs and alcohol and all of the partying that came with it. I never thought that I would ever get addicted to something like drugs or alcohol.
It started off slow. Just trying this or that her and there and that’s all. Just wanted to experiment and know the feeling. Then I learned that I loved the feelings drugs and alcohol brought. Months progressed on and my drug and alcohol use got a little more persistent. I started using once or twice a week and slowly started to sluff with “friends.”
That summer appeared and the fun and addiction got wilder. The school year started up again and I started lacing my weed with other drugs and was smoking it on a daily basis at least twice a day. I eventually just quit school altogether and started to drift away from my family.
That year was coming to an end and it was true to say that I was addicted. My world revolved around me, drugs and alcohol, friends, and parties. Then time came that I was caught. The fun for my teenage years was over. I was taken over to Receiving for a month in Richfield, sent to O&E at A.R.T.E.C South for 2 1/2 months, then placed in a Proctor home for 3 months; the first 2 weeks at the proctor placement I was on House Arrest, and I was placed into a program called 4 The Youth. While I was in that program I had individual therapy, family therapy, drug group therapy, and girls group therapy weekly.
Now I’m out of all the programs and I have been sober for seven months. I’ve gotten my priorities in order and know that schooling is at the top. I’ve basically messed my freshman and sophomore years up. I plan to graduate on time with my class and I just want to see myself succeed! I’ve gotten a career lined up that I’d love to pursue. Before then I hope to join The National Guard and serve our country! I’ve thought all of this out and have made goals to reach all because I got off the drugs and opened my eyes. When I opened them, I saw many opportunities. Sobriety saved my life.
Maryssa
It started off slow. Just trying this or that her and there and that’s all. Just wanted to experiment and know the feeling. Then I learned that I loved the feelings drugs and alcohol brought. Months progressed on and my drug and alcohol use got a little more persistent. I started using once or twice a week and slowly started to sluff with “friends.”
That summer appeared and the fun and addiction got wilder. The school year started up again and I started lacing my weed with other drugs and was smoking it on a daily basis at least twice a day. I eventually just quit school altogether and started to drift away from my family.
That year was coming to an end and it was true to say that I was addicted. My world revolved around me, drugs and alcohol, friends, and parties. Then time came that I was caught. The fun for my teenage years was over. I was taken over to Receiving for a month in Richfield, sent to O&E at A.R.T.E.C South for 2 1/2 months, then placed in a Proctor home for 3 months; the first 2 weeks at the proctor placement I was on House Arrest, and I was placed into a program called 4 The Youth. While I was in that program I had individual therapy, family therapy, drug group therapy, and girls group therapy weekly.
Now I’m out of all the programs and I have been sober for seven months. I’ve gotten my priorities in order and know that schooling is at the top. I’ve basically messed my freshman and sophomore years up. I plan to graduate on time with my class and I just want to see myself succeed! I’ve gotten a career lined up that I’d love to pursue. Before then I hope to join The National Guard and serve our country! I’ve thought all of this out and have made goals to reach all because I got off the drugs and opened my eyes. When I opened them, I saw many opportunities. Sobriety saved my life.
Maryssa
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