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Blog 64

I watched “Inception” yesterday for the third time. This movie is nuts, simply bat-shit insane. But in a good way of course. While I had no difficulty in understanding, as many viewers have stated in many reviews, the concept is entirely unique. Some days when I go to the movie theater, I wonder if the producers and directors in Hollywood are running out of ideas for movies. I remember recently seeing the review for an action movie about owls. What the hell? The producers were interviewed during the preview. They said about the movie, “it's like Lord of the Rings, with owls!” That's honestly one of the stupidest things I have ever learned. Just dumb as hell. Now, movies like Inception are great because they are not just mindless action sequences strewn together, even though Inception has more than enough dope actions scenes. Inception also makes the viewers think about what they are watching, it expresses entirely unique ideas. The manipulation of dreams. Dreams are interesting, confusing, and sometimes scary things. They always seem vague and fuzzy, and we all wonder what they mean. The idea of manipulating dreams to serve an agenda is a very impressive subject for a movie. Beyond this manipulation, the concept of planting the seeds of an idea into someone's head to manipulate their actions is an interesting and terrifying idea. Many futuristic novels and movies have explored the idea of control and manipulation such as “1984” and “The Minority Report”. The major concept in Inception, however, is unique and simple dope as hell.

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Blog 63

I want to blog about LeBron James. Many people hate the professional basketball player. Over last summer, he decided to leave the Cleveland Cavaliers for the Miami Heat. He announced his decision in an hour television party called “The Decision”. After seven years of hope for the Cleveland fans, LeBron James decided that he would go somewhere where he would actually get some talented help in his journey for a National Basketball Association Championship ring. Even though Cleveland fans are in some ways rightfully angry, James made the right decision because the only help he ever received while in Cleveland was a 40 year old Shaquille O'Neal, a mediocre Mo Williams and a near retired Antione Jameson. James is now going to the NBA Finals in his first year with the Miami Heat. He made the right decision.

On another note, Jim Tressel is a God that has been brought down by jealous bigots. Tressel is a great man, a great coach and was a great asset to this University. The fact that he had to resign due to the ridiculous amounts of ridicule he has been getting later is horrendous. Just because players like Terrelle Pryor are greedy assholes doesn't mean the best coach in college football today has to take shit for it. The only good thing we may be able to get out of this is if Urban Meyer decides to take the head coaching job at OSU. He would be able to attract players from southern SEC states. He is also a great coach.

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Blog 62

Socks scare the hell out of me. For as long as I can remember I've been terrified of socks. They literally restrict my feet from growing. They stink. They restrict my movement. I am scared of dachshunds, also known as wiener dogs. Why do they look so weird? What is their point? I am scared of pickles. They smell pretty weird. They taste worse than they smell. I and scared of giraffes. Why are their necks so long? Why do they live in Africa? Why do they have spots? I am scared of limestone. I am scared of care bears. I am scared of cats. Cats suck. I hate cats. Cats hate me. They have always scratched me and clawed me whenever I try to pet them. Cats are terrible pets. They are antisocial and stuck up. Dogs are a hundred times better. Dogs are social and genuinely love their masters. Cats hates their masters. Plus, cats poop and piss in the house. That's just nasty. The color yellow scares me. Concrete scares me. But on a serious note, sharks scare me. Sharks are terrifying. They are killing machines. Literally every ounce of their body is made to kill others animals and devour them. In reality, I am really just afraid of being afraid so I live my life as if anything has the ability to destroy me. I never walk with pointy object because they can stab you. Sidewalks are also scary because they tend to be uneven and you can trip on them and slip into the road and get hit by a large car. Life is very dangerous and I am afraid of life because if you don't have life then you will be dead but I am afraid of death and by the transitive property I am therefore afraid of life. The keys on my computer are trying to steal energy from my body so I must stop typing now because otherwise I will die and not be able to finish the blog project.

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Blog 61

Let's be real, while the world has given us a lot of awesome stuff, there are some really messed up things going on. One of which is the ridiculously destructive tornadoes that have been ravaging the South and Midwest. If anyone has seen videos of these, they will understand how terrifying they looked. The tornadoes were huge. I heard estimates that some were a mile wide and moved at a hundred miles an hour. They were incredibly destructive. I believe, and this is a highly disputed matter, that climate change is affecting the severity of the storms hitting the world. The higher temperatures, however slight they are, and the slightly warmer waters serve as a potent combination to create powerful storms. Another thing that concerns me is that I recently found out that a girl gave me strep, even though she knew she had it. This, excuse my French, is BULLshit. I'm not happy about it. Who does that? Not cool. Another issue is poverty in general. It's a cliché response to the answer, but it's an enormous problem in this world. It's insane that we can have a country as rich as ours, yet have the untouchables of India combing through trash on the daily just for a meal. Even in our own country there is a huge divide between the rich and poor. Even though there are many issues in our world, it's still a pretty sweet place. An Ohio State's pretty dope too. It's a crazy world.

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Blog 60

If I was born in a different time period. I would have been an assassino by the name of Etzio. I would have had extraordinary skills in the areas of blending in, free running, and of course assassinations. I would have been a member of the brotherhood and would have fought the Borgia in Rome. You may at this point be thinking, “what the hell is wrong with this kid?” Well, I'm just stating the truth. I would have been an assassin. Assassins were all over the place at earlier times in the world. They fought for good shit and killed bad people. They pretty much wrecked shit and ruled the world. BOOM. I, therefore, would have ruled the world at that time. I'd chain kill the shit out of the guards, and dive off of buildings like nobody's business. If I wasn't Etzio, I would probably just be a peasant, let's be real. Before our time, normal people kind of got shafted for the most part. You were either the ruling class that had a shit-ton of money and suppressed the hell out of the poor people or you were the poor people. BUT, it would have been pretty sweet to live in other times than now. I would love to be able to see the Mayan Civilization, the Incas, the Ancient Egyptians, the Roman Empire, the Mongols, the Ancient Chinese, and many other civilizations. The past would have been awesome in many ways, but also pretty rough in many ways.

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Blog 59

The biggest mistake I ever made was to start college in FEH engineering. This ruined my GPA and made for some shitty quarters. But, thankfully I am now out of that major and am undecided. I am much happier in my life now that I am not failing physics tests every other week and worrying about what the hell int main means in terms of programming. Another mistake I have made is not going back to Rome yet. When I was in 6^th grade my family and I took a trip to the awesome city of Rome. We were currently living in the town of Harpenden in England at the time, so it was a short flight to the Italian capitol. It was around the time of Thanksgiving, and was our first of that holiday overseas. The country of England did not celebrate the holiday for obvious reasons, so my parents wanted to celebrate it in our own way. The city of Rome can be described only as incredible. The architecture is beautiful, old, and historic. The thought that almost every building in that city is older than the majority of the dwellings in the United States is crazy. Each block we explored was deeply intertwined in history. We walked at least ten miles each of the four days we were there. We walked to the jaw dropping coliseum, the impressive Roman forum, the amazing Pantheon in the heart of Rome and many other places around the city. We also entered the Vatican City and saw Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel, a striking experience. While all this was amazing, the very best aspect of Rome was the food. The food was insanely delicious.

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Blog 56

My best friend is man's best friend, my dog. My dogs' name is Rooney. Rooney is part mastiff, part tiger. Charlie Sheen got his “tiger blood” rendition from my dog, which is bullshit because he hasn't paid her shit for it. Rooney is terrifying. She has eaten several people. She is about 130 pounds and eats whole cows for breakfast. She doesn't live in my house, she lives in a cave on the mountain behind my house. She battled a mountain lion to steal the cave from it. When she defeated it, she ended up skinning it and she now wears a mountain lion coat around. When I take her on a walk, she leads me. She pretty much hates everyone besides my family, which is nice, because if she hated us she would have eaten us. The government of the United States of America pays tribute to Rooney so she won't eat it. Rooney ate Prussia, and the Ottoman Empire. The dinosaurs didn't become extinct because of a meteor, but because Rooney ate them as an appetizer. The Dos Equis most interesting man in the world is only scared of one thing; My dog. Dogs came from wolves, and wolves came from my dog Rooney. There was once a bully in my school. Then Rooney found out about him. No one ever saw the bully again. Amelia Earhart was flying over the Pacific, and then my dog got hungry. My dogs favorite prowling ground is the Bermuda Triangle. Rooney invented fear, but has never felt it. She would go hell because of her crimes, but God is scared of her. My best friend is my dog Rooney.

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Blog 55

I step out of my house, and I feel a cool breeze. The air just smells fresh, pure, and clean. I take a deep breathe. I look around and see towering ponderosa pines, wide blue spruces, and bare rocky outcroppings. I hear the gentle rustling leaves of the quaking aspens. A hawk circles above, eying its next victim. The sun shines bright, more intense up in these high altitudes. I feel a peace. My problems dissolve, I want to go explore. I want to go find rocks to climb and streams to cross. The Rocky Mountains of Colorado are a part of who I am fundamentally. They are a part of my childhood, and hopefully a part of my future. Last summer I went on a hike with my brother, my dog, and a friend. Our plan: to climb Mount Massive, one of the 53 fourteen thousand foot mountains in the state of Colorado. We decided we were going to make our own trail. This is frowned upon, as this is the way people get loss or hurt. But, feeling adventurous, we set out. We slaved away at our goal for hours on end. When we reaching to treeline, the lack of oxygen was almost unbearable. The air is so thin up there. But we finally reached the top. The trip down was fun as hell. I rode my heels down a couple hundred foot slope of small rocks, in a matter of minutes. It was awesome. We continued on our route, and came to pretty sizable cliff. The cliff was terrifying. I'm pretty scared of heights, so I was intimidated to say the least. We were able to shimmy down the cliff eventually, but not without some heated discussion. We finally made it and our trip came to an end. It was one of the most draining points of my life, but it was also one of the sickest things I've been a part of.

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Blog 54

When I was 11, my family and I moved to England. Because of my dad's job he was being transferred to a town outside of London called Harpenden, located in the county of Hartfordshire. We lived their for two years, and I loved it. While their, we were able to travel to many European countries and cities and places. We went to Rome, Paris, Northern Italy, Andorra, Barcelona, Belgium, Germany, the Alps, the Pyrenees, Scotland, Austria and Switzerland. It was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. I loved being emerged into a completely new culture, with traditions different then mine. I played soccer there, went to one of the World Cup games, cheered Wayne Rooney on in the Euro Cup of 2004, went to the Isle of White, saw the cliffs of Dover, the Tower of London, and Hadrian's wall. I went to York and went to the top of one of the world's largest cathedrals.

When I was in third grade in my family and I took a trip to Costa Rica. We drove all over the tiny jungle country and at one point got our jeep stuck in a huge rivet in a road in a town called Kabuya. We were stuck overnight, in the town.

I once wrestled an alligator, killed it, and ate it. I then was struck by lightning, but I caught the bolt, and threw it back at the sky. One time a hurricane was trying to ruin my life, but I said hell no and I kicked it back to New Orleans. When I came to Ohio State, I forgot some of my clothes at home, so I jumped and grabbed a cloud, and rode it to Colorado, parachuted off of it onto a mountain, and jumped to my house. Believe it people, all this shit happened.

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Blog 53

The word I am going to blog about is Assassin. I am an assassin because of my extensive training in the Rocky Mountains, my native home. I trained with mountain lions, bears, elk, deer and mountain goats. I would climb 1000 foot cliffs, only to dive off the edge into bales of hay, and pounce on a mountain lion unexpectedly. I can blend into people like camouflage in a forest. I am an expert of disguise, along with free-running and athletic ability. Pretty much I am a one man army. I have been asked by the United States army several times to join, and also by the United States Marine Corps, and the Navy Seals. But my theory on that is that it wouldn't be fair for other countries if I joined. Any war would over in a matter of seconds, and the world would be at peace. I'm like IronMan, but I don't need a sweet-ass suit to be damn good at what I do. The reason I am so sweet is my training with the video game, Assassin's Creed. After reading this, many of you may think I am weird as hell, but before you judge, think of how hard it is to write 250 words with this prompt. It's pretty tough. So even though this story was weird, it was the only way I could write the needed amount. So don't judge me, just accept my sweet story. On another note, this is our 53^rd blog, kinda ridiculous. But I really am an assassin.

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Blog 51

My major at the beginning of the year was Environmental Engineering. I chose this major because I took A.P Environmental Science during my senior year of high school, and it was my favorite class in high school. I participated in the honors engineering classes my first two quarters of this year, and, to state it simply, got my ass kicked. I took two quarter of Engineering, Math, and Physics. I hated these classes. Not only were they hard, but they were boring as hell. So, after long talks with my reluctant parents, I was able to persuade them to let me switch my major. But, as of now I have not declared a new major. I am leaning towards environmental science with a minor in business. I am currently taking a history class, Mongol World Empire. I have never enjoyed lectures more than in this class. The professor is awesome and the content is even better; every day I learn something more about how badass these people were, and how they conquered the largest land empire known to man. I would become a history major in no time, and pursue a degree in education, if it weren't for the fact that there is little money to make being a history major. When it comes down to it, I just don't know what I want to do with my life. There are so many directions I could take and it's a little overwhelming to think that a decision I make now will dictate the rest of my life. But at the same time that's pretty exciting.

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Blog 50

                My grandfather’s name is William Moroney, but he is known to his many grandchildren as Grandpa Bill. He was born in 1928 in Arkansas. His father, also named William Moroney, was in the army, so they moved around many times. My grandfather did very well in school, and was quite bright. He graduate high school at the age of 16, and aspired to join the military. He joined at the age of 20, and shortly after he met my grandmother, Shirley, whom her grandchildren call Granny Gabo. He was deployed in the Korean War, where he fought on the front lines. According to my mom, Grandpa Bill has only talked about his experiences in the war when she was around one time, and I had the privilege of being present for it. It was a somber moment, and I will remember it for the rest of my life. He earned a purple heart and two silver stars for being hit by a fragment of a grenade and for “valor in the face of an enemy” (Wikipedia), respectively. When he returned home from the war, he met his first child for the first time, my uncle Dennis. He went on to become a lawyer, and to eventually become a judge. He has seven children, four boys and three girls. My grandfather is a great man and I have the utmost respect for him. He is one of the most intelligent, most knowledgeable people I have ever known. He currently lives in Phoenix with my grandmother.

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Blog 49

My aunt wakes me up in a rush. “We have to go!” I jump out of bed with my clothes already on. My brothers join us as we burst out the back door. It's raining outside, with huge crashes of lightning that like up the night sky like fireworks. I'm terrified and confused. We begin to run, sprint. We cut in between house trying to distance ourselves from something-but what? Why were we running? I ask my aunt who is chasing us. She says, “he's coming, we need to get away!” We run for what seems like hours, and I become exhausted. I trip over a bush. A darkness completely overruns my line of sight. I hear a heavy breathing, almost a growl. Then I wake up. This is a nightmare I had several times as a younger kid. I always woke at the same point, in a cold sweat, terrified. Another dream I had only once was very odd. I am sitting on a bench in a park, with huge trees surrounding the edge of the park limits. The sun is shining brightly and hot. I look up, stare into the sun, and suddenly I bite down and clench my teeth together. Then, my teeth shatter like glass, falling to the ground. Dreams are very interesting things. I believe them to be a jumble of information our subconscious relays to our minds as we sleep, as our body regenerates. I don't think our dreams mean as much as some think. Dreams can be interesting and fun. I have had dreams, even recently, where I was consciously aware of my state of dream and could manipulate what I did. I decided to fly. It was crazy.

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Blog 48

Hurricanes that flood cities. Tornadoes that level towns. Tsunami's that completely derail one of the most technologically advanced nation's on Earth. The power of nature fascinates me. Even as humans become incredibly sophisticated and seemingly capable of solving any problem, we will never be able to tame the raw power of the natural disasters of this world. Almost every day, we hear of some sort of storm, earthquake or flood that tears lives apart. While it is always incredibly sad to hear of these terrors, it is at the same time very intriguing. It makes me realize how insignificant the little problems in my day are. While I wake up and worry about how I am going to get my coffee before I hurry off to class, people elsewhere may have just had their town washed away by a tsunami, or flattened by a tornado. The awesome power of these storms is at the same time terrifying and beautiful. But possibly the most amazing feature of natural disasters is that even though they cause incredible destruction, some are extremely beneficial to the surrounding environment. Take floods for example, rivers such as the Nile in Egypt and the Mississippi flood periodically and therefore cause the surrounding soil to be extremely fertile. This periodic flooding of the Nile was the reason the ancient Egyptian civilizations were able to thrive in what would otherwise be an inhospitable desert. Wildfires provide the heat to crack the otherwise dormant seeds of certain types of pine trees. The paradoxical destruction and benefits of the natural disasters of this world are simply fascinating.

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Blog 47

I honestly am not sure about who the first girl I liked was. I'm guessing it was a kindergarten crush, from my time at Bonaventure Elementary in Weston, Florida. My most memorable crush would definitely be on my fourth grade teacher. I thought she was the most beautiful woman, and therefore thought everything she said was golden too. I have had many memorable crushes though. I had an eighth grade crush on a girl named Shelby Richards. I was so infatuated with this girl. I had just moved to West Jefferson Middle School from Fitzsimmons Middle school, and Shelby was pretty much the first girl I became friends with, due to the fact that the friends I already had at the school from meeting them in basketball were friends with her. I honestly am not sure about who the first girl I liked was. I'm guessing it was a kindergarten crush, from my time at Bonaventure Elementary in Weston, Florida. My most memorable crush would definitely be on my fourth grade teacher. I thought she was the most beautiful woman, and therefore thought everything she said was golden too. I have had many memorable crushes though. I had an eighth grade crush on a girl named Shelby Richards. I was so infatuated with this girl. I had just moved to West Jefferson Middle School from Fitzsimmons Middle school, and Shelby was pretty much the first girl I became friends with, due to the fact that the friends I already had at the school from meeting them in basketball were friends with her. The funny thing is that I ended up dating her my senior year of high school!

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Blog 46

I don't have many pet peeves, but there are a few things in life that infuriate me. One of which has to do with rec basketball, that is, playing pick up basketball games at places like the RPAC or Jesse Owens North. I absolutely hate it when you gets these little jerks who think they are the shit at the game. They throw up shots from five feet behind the arc, miss horribly, and yell “OH MY GOD!!!!!!!! I make that all the time how did I miss!!”. These kids are the worst. Now, I'm a pretty good ball player, but I am nothing special. These little shits are terrible. They are usually short and stubby, but they have this attitude that they are awesome at life. They're not. They actually suck. They are terrible. In the unlikely event that they actually make a bullshit shot that they toss up without looking from a spin in the air behind the backboard, they proceed to vocally state their dominance in the sport. I really hate these types of basketball players. I cannot stand it when I see this. In all honesty, it just makes me want to play harder so I can embarrass these little bastards. Another pet peeve I have connects with the previous one. I hate cockiness. Arrogant assholes bother the hell out of me. I can't stand people like this. They are rude, hard to talk to, and don't contribute to society. These people really just make other people feel bad.

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Blog 45

When I was in 6^th grade my family and I took a trip to the awesome city of Rome. We were currently living in the town of Harpenden in England at the time, so it was a short flight to the Italian capitol. It was around the time of Thanksgiving, and was our first of that holiday overseas. The country of England did not celebrate the holiday for obvious reasons, so my parents wanted to celebrate it in our own way. The city of Rome can be described only as incredible. The architecture is beautiful, old, and historic. The thought that almost every building in that city is older than the majority of the dwellings in the United States is crazy. Each block we explored was deeply intertwined in history. We walked at least ten miles each of the four days we were there. We walked to the jaw dropping coliseum, the impressive Roman forum, the amazing Pantheon in the heart of Rome and many other places around the city. We also entered the Vatican City and saw Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel, a striking experience. While all this was amazing, the very best aspect of Rome was the food. The food was insanely delicious. The thousands of pizza places scattered around the city are by far superior in quality to anything you can get in the United States. The gilatto, Italian ice cream, was unspeakably delicious. I still dream to this day of the treat that was the main seller of thousands of carts on every block. We would stop at a gilatto stand four to five times a day. Simply incredible. My tastebuds are still recovering from the orgasm of the mouth I experienced with the food in Rome.

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Blog 43

The best present I have ever been given was the video ipod my parents gave me for my 14^th birthday in middle school. This is the most useful device I carry around. I still use it today. I have probably around three thousand songs on there, and ten movies- The Greatest Game Ever Played, Oceans Eleven, The Dewey Cox story, Pineapple Express, Sex Drive, Lord of the Rings the Fellowship of the Ring, Lord of the Rings the Twin Towers, Lord of the Rings the Return of the King, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, I Hope They Serve Beer in Heaven, Star Wars New Hope, Star Wars the Empire Strikes Back, Star Wars the Return of the Jedi, Star Wars the Phantom Menace, Star Wars the Clone Wars, Star Wars the Revenge of the Sith, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, the Shawshank Redemption, South Park Bigger Longer and Uncut, Harold and Kumar go to White Castle, Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay, The Bourne Trilogy that consists of the Bourne Identity, the Bourne Supremacy, the Bourne Ultimatum, the Pirates of the Caribbean the Curse of the Black Pearl, the Pirates of the Caribbean Dead Man's Chest, the Pirates of the Caribbean At World's End and Super Troopers.

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Blog 42

It's dirty, exhausting, and hot, but you'll get twelve bucks an hour. This was the hook that pulled me into the job I had last summer. I worked for my cousin's steel company, Hinton Steel, in the warehouse. This job was grimy, hard work, and difficult, but the pay was great. It was definitely a love-hate relationship. I hated getting up early, the 45 minute commute, and the fairly long days. I loved the money, the guys I worked with, and the accomplished feeling I had that I worked hard to earn something. I worked 40-hour weeks, 8 hours a day. The days were hot and sometimes pretty slow. At the start of the summer, I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. I had to learn the layout of the warehouse and the technique of pulling, cutting, and loading the steel quickly, but I had the help of my coworkers: Victor, Juan and Jose. All three warehouse workers were Mexican, with heavy accents, and knew very limited English. Victor was a funny guy, and was a little hostile at first, but it didn't take long for him to warm up to me. Juan was friendly from the very beginning, and is incredibly smart and talented at building whatever device is needed for the warehouse. Jose was the difficult one. I spent the most time with Jose because we were both in the front of the warehouse loading cars and trucks, while Victor delivered steel and Juan did fabrications. Jose was hard to impress, and was a touch “miestro”, as I called him. But, with persistence, I got him to accept me and we became friends. This job was a great experience for me. I learned much about dealing with people and coworkers, and the virtue of hard work and the benefits behind it.

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Blog 41

The Latin American culture fascinates me. These people seem to enjoy life so much, from the dancing to the partying to the music. I visited Costa Rica when I was a third grader and I loved the laid back attitude everyone seemed to enjoy there. Nature also seems to be a huge part of Latin American culture, with the seemingly endless rainforest and beautiful beaches. They are more connected with their surrounding then many other cultures of the world. Latin American culture can also be very roudy. They have for centuries had many rebellions, as has the rest of the world, but also there can be a lot of crime down in South and Central America. The drug cartels that currently reside in Mexico and Guatemala just filled in the void that the Colombian cocaine enterprise left when it crumpled. The cartels in Mexico are very problematic not only for Mexico, but increasly for the United States of America as well. When it comes down to it, the U.S is the only reason the cartels are so strong and widespread; we have the largest number of customers.

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Blog 40

There are five people in my family, including myself. I have two older brothers, one is 23 and the other is 21. Alex, the 23 year old, recently graduated from Northern Arizona University, and currently lives in Phoenix with his fiance. Alex is a beast. He's a great basketball player, a big person, and is funny as hell. I look up to him as well as my other brother, Zane. Zane just recently turned 21. He is attending the University of Colorado in Boulder, but is taking some time off right now to save up some money. Zane is also a cool kid. He's great at soccer, loves to hike, and loves mary jane like no one else I know. I have a great relationship with my brothers', because we are fairly close in age and the several times we moved during my childhood we became good friends. I would definitely consider my brothers' two of my best friends. My parents are awesome people. They are both in their early fifties, and live in Conifer, Colorado. They met at Arizona State University. My mom grew up in Phoenix, with six siblings. She is a great athlete, and is the main reason my brothers' and I are pretty athletic. She played division one volleyball and the University of Mississippi before attending ASU. My dad grew up in Ohio, with four siblings. He a very personable, gregarious and corny guy. The only thing I don't like about Ohio State is that I am far from my family, but it's all good.

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Blog 39

The semi-colon gives me problems. I like to use it, but sometimes I am not sure whether I am using it correctly. The workshop we did on it helped me though. I am not sure what else to write for this blog, and I think it is not a prompt that I can write enough on to fill the two hundred and fifty word requirement. So I will describe my commonplace paper more. These type of people face huge problems on a daily basis; the world is seemingly against them. Through hard work and determination, these people succeed in making something of themselves, and providing a good lifestyle for themselves and their family. There are countless examples of this type of situation. Many of our distant relatives dealt with incredible trials and tribulations in order to make it to the United States to ensure good lives for us. This is my hypothetical situation. Trials and tribulations is my subject, along with the need for a hard work ethic and how it is prominent and important in the development of a person. A hypothetical situation could be the success of any person who grows up without the privilege growing up with a silver spoon given to them. These type of people face huge problems on a daily basis; the world is seemingly against them. Through hard work and determination, these people succeed in making something of themselves, and providing a good lifestyle for themselves and their family. There are countless examples of this type of situation. Many of our distant relatives dealt with incredible trials and tribulations in order to make it to the United States to ensure good lives for us.

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Blog 38

Title: What does not kill you, makes you more likely to succeed.

Much as amino acids are the building blocks of our bodies, trials and tribulations are the foundation to our success and development. The issues and problems we each face on a daily basis are not unique, they are a fundamental aspect of life in general. A we grow, as we learn our ABC's and our multiplication tables, we learn to solve problems, from how to communicate to figuring out how to have fun. The trials and tribulations that seem to plague us throughout our lives are actually some of the most important parts of our development as human beings. Through these issues we learn humility, trust, a good work ethic, and, eventually, the key to happiness. Life is not meant to be a nice walk in the park- can you imagine how boring we would all get if we didn't have goals to reach and obstacles to overcome? Save that for your retirement.

Trials and tribulations a common aspect of life. Everyone, rich or poor, old or young, faces issues and problems on a daily basis. It's what molds us into who we are. How a person deals with their problems and what attitude they have on the matter dictates the type of person they are. What would a man be without mountains to scale and oceans to cross? Just think of how boring life would be without some degree of worry, or some level of difficulty. Of course, many people live in extreme difficulty and face huge issues on the daily. But I have a huge amount of respect for soldiers, single moms, and people struggling to put food on the table. The people who face these major obstacles every day; think of what they could accomplish if given the chance.

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Blog 37

This is my hypothetical situation. Trials and tribulations is my subject, along with the need for a hard work ethic and how it is prominent and important in the development of a person. A hypothetical situation could be the success of any person who grows up without the privilege growing up with a silver spoon given to them. These type of people face huge problems on a daily basis; the world is seemingly against them. Through hard work and determination, these people succeed in making something of themselves, and providing a good lifestyle for themselves and their family. There are countless examples of this type of situation. Many of our distant relatives dealt with incredible trials and tribulations in order to make it to the United States to ensure good lives for us. This is my hypothetical situation. Trials and tribulations is my subject, along with the need for a hard work ethic and how it is prominent and important in the development of a person. A hypothetical situation could be the success of any person who grows up without the privilege growing up with a silver spoon given to them. These type of people face huge problems on a daily basis; the world is seemingly against them. Through hard work and determination, these people succeed in making something of themselves, and providing a good lifestyle for themselves and their family. There are countless examples of this type of situation. Many of our distant relatives dealt with incredible trials and tribulations in order to make it to the United States to ensure good lives for us.

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Blog 36

This is my personal story as it relates to my topic of trials and tribulations, and the meaning of a work ethic. Although I consider myself to have lived a very privileged life so far, I have still faced a decent amount of trials and tribulations. When I was in fifth grade, my parents revealed the news to my two older brothers and I that we would be moving out of the country to the United Kingdom. This news was shocking to all three of us, but I was personally pumped. This shit was going to be sweet. Of course, it wouldn’t all be easy. Moving to a new place is always a little terrifying at first, much less to another country, but I was ready for the experience. This situation posed an issue in my life, but I was able to emerge happy and successful. I made new friends in the two years I was there, and was able to enjoy the experience very much. An example of my education in the subject of a good work ethic is my experience with high school sports. I played basketball all four years of my high school year, along with a year of soccer, two years of track, and a year of football. My participation in these sports taught me many things from teamwork to dedication, but the most important thing I discovered was the value of hard work, and the benefits it presents. I worked hard through my sports career, and ended up doing fairly well in each sport. This lesson I learned will forever benefit me throughout my growth and development as a person.

blog 35

Blog 35

I want the readers of my commonplace paper to find something meaningful to themselves from the piece. My paper will discuss the meaning of trials and tribulations to people, from their developments to their achievements. I want to attempt to instill in the reader an understanding that a hard work ethic will allow them to accomplish any and everything they set their mind to. I feel as though this is one of the most important features a person can have. Literally, with a hard work ethic a person can do anything. This is the underlying reason that any person has been able to make a name for themselves in the history of humanity. Nobody does anything useful in their life with a lazy outlook on their future. I don't care what money or family you come from or how big a hot shot you think you are, you can't succeed to the best of your ability, to reach the highest possible goals, unless you have the balls to get your hands dirty and risk giving some luxury up to achieve what you want to achieve. Life is not easy. I don't care how rich a person is, they are going to reach a point of happiness and the wonderful feeling of accomplishment without hard work. The daily trials and tribulations we all face will lead us to nothing unless we find this ability that we each have within us to fight for what we want and need. This is the message I want the readers of my paper to receive. This is my call to action: make something of yourself. Don't settle for mediocrity, because mediocrity sucks. Mediocrity is a loser's way out. Mediocrity is shit. Take everything you're given in your life, set a goal, and achieve it. This is the only way to respect yourself and your family.

blog 34

Blog 34

My topic is compelling. It's as simple as that. Trials and tribulations affect every person's life every day. How am I going to put myself on the page? I have no idea. I really don't know what that means. I am just going to write the paper and see where it leads. I will try to persuade people that I am correct in my assumptions about how problems affect people. I will develop my thoughts on the fact that the ways in which people react to the issues they face in their life will eventually mold their future. The people who face these major obstacles every day; think of what they could accomplish if given the chance. I worked with several illegal Mexican immigrants last summer in a steel distribution warehouse. These men went through hell to make it to the U.S in search of a better life for them and their families. These are are three of the hardest working people I have ever been around. The trials and tribulations they have experienced in their lives without crumbling or giving up its astounding. I have the highest respect for these people. They faced the seemingly impossible feat of making something out of themselves without hesitation. And they succeeded. This topic is compelling because it has relevance to everyone; people can relate to facing problems and having to deal with them. There are many real world examples I can use, from personal experiences to issues from other people. It is a compelling subject.