The-First-Chapter-To-a-Story-That-I-Hope-Is-Going-Somewhere-Period.

I’m still not sure what I’m going to do with this story, or where it’s heading.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       _________________________________________________________________________________________________________

“X-Ray… 65 points! My Mom was once again destroying me in our third game of Scrabble that day.

Maybe I should introduce myself; my name is John Draper, and I’m a sixth grader in the middle of nowhere, Long Valley, New Jersey. And the reason that my Mom and I were going to be playing Scrabble that day was because one, it was winter break, which equals no homework. I know what you’re thinking, if you’re so bored than just go outside! Well, I’ve tried that, but for the simple fact that there’s three feet of snow on the ground, and it was turning into a blizzard on Christmas Eve was preventing me, so now I’m stuck playing board games for the rest of the day.

Even though I knew that my mom, who was just as adventurous as me, was as bored as I was at that moment, I could see that she was enjoying beating the second biggest brain in the family, excluding my father who was busy finishing up something for work, at Scrabble. She was going to do anything that was going to crush my chances of winning anything against her. In this case, getting a 65-point word was the finishing touch to an absolute blowout.

Gladiator Fights

The following is supposed to be a newspaper article for my Social Studies class about Gladiator Fights. Enjoy!                                                                                                                                                                                               _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Ancient Rome- Gladiator fights in Ancient Rome were always held in the Roman Coliseum, which was located in the middle of the City of Rome. Thousands of citizens from Rome came each day to watch this popular form of entertainment. Although some people couldn’t bear to watch somebody be killed, even if they were a criminal, slave, or a prisoner of war, most of the population of Rome enjoyed going to this event whenever they could.

Some free men did give themselves up to fighting by swearing an oath. By taking this oath, they were seen as brave and courageous. When they took the oath, they pledged to the Gladiator troupe to immediately begin training for the fights. For the men who took this oath, they may have been sorry once they stepped out into the arena. In order to survive, a Gladiator needed to have all the proper skills and armor, plus bravery. There were lions and all different vicious animals that could attack them at any moment. Also, there were men who even though they were being forced to fight, were ready to fight to the death. The Gladiators were very serious about the fights and, of course, did not want to die.

However, even some of the best Gladiators died doing what they might have loved. When Gladiators were killed, there were a variety of weapons being used, such as nets, swords, tridents, spears, and firebrands. Today, we don’t use these weapons, but some of the fighting techniques are still used.

Gladiator fights were a very novel part of Ancient Roman history, and as much as any other part of that history, show the fascinating way the Ancient Romans lived.

The Geometry of My Tessellation

The following is a summary that I made for a math project, which was to make a tessellation. If you don’t know what a tessellation is, it is 1-unlimited shapes that can fit together over a surface. In my summary, I explain how I use a flash card to cut out a penguin, paste it on the top, which was opposite of where it was cut out from; and I also explain that I cut out the shape of an iceberg on the side of the flash card and pasted it on the opposite side. If you keep repeating, this shape on a correct surface, that is called tessellating. Enjoy! _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

The geometry of my tessellation was very simple to make and color, and everything else that has to do with the making of the template and tracing the figure. Beginning, I thought that it would be interesting if I made an animal trying to call for help, because of an iceberg floating towards it. For the animal, my choices were down to a penguin and a polar bear. A polar bear seemed very difficult to cut out, and after about three attempts of cutting out a polar bear without success, I tried a penguin, which I got on the second try. The penguin figure was an octagon, with all of its interior and exterior angles being acute.

On the iceberg, there were many more angles to measure than on the penguin. While measuring, I noticed that most of the interior angles on the penguin were acute. While cutting, I couldn’t get the flippers to be exactly the same distance from the head of the penguin. But from the way the penguin is showed in the tessellation, the flipper closest to the head measured about 31°, while the opposite measured about 46°. Because of the scissors, some of the lines were curved, so that instead of being a circular head, there were tiny sides, which I decided not to count for the number of sides of the penguin. Without the small sides, there were eight sides on the penguin. All of the angles on the penguin were acute, because of the actual figure of a penguin I saw in an image. However, for the iceberg, I decided to include all of the tiny sides, because that is the actual shape of an iceberg; and I wanted to make it as realistic as possible. On the iceberg, it was easier to measure the exterior rather than the interior angles. Overall, there were also eight sides on the iceberg figure, also making it an octagon.

Overall, this project was very fun and entertaining and helped express myself for the tessellation itself. Making a creative figure using just the flash card was difficult, but enjoyable.

The-First-Chapter-to-a-story-that-won’t-make-anymore-progress-from-this-point-on-period.

This story was supposed to be about a teenager and his little brother in New York, who are struggling with the money they’re supposed to be paying to the landlord, who is threatening to kick them out if they don’t give it back in 10 days. Their Mom is a janitor on the 60th floor of the World Trade Center, and when the planes hit the World Trade Center, all her sons are worried about is her.                                        ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________

September 10^th, 2001:

Kobe Olker is your average 14 year old in New York. He goes to school, does his homework he goes to movies with his friends, and he goes to sleep to end his day. Kobe lived in a small, four-room apartment with his 10-year-old brother Dwayne and his Mother, who always tries her hardest to keep the apartment and make her children happy whenever she got time off her busy job as a janitor on the 60th floor of the World Trade Center. Although she enjoyed meeting new people everyday all over the building. Because of his Mother’s special talent of making new friends, he was also making friends whenever her friends came over with their children. It didn’t matter how old the kids were, as long as they were friendly, Kobe and Dwayne always found a way to become good friends with each and every one of them. And if they became very good friends with the kids, then they stayed in touch with them by e-mail.

But for Kobe, school was tough. He was always getting bullied about how small and weak he was, even though he was one of the best basketball players at the school. But every year, he tried out for the school’s basketball team, even though he would never make it. Every year, three evaluators came to the tryouts and were always looking for size, which had never helped them in the past. The team always ended up being the worst in the county because of this. They didn’t have anybody that was small and fast and could shoot the ball wherever they were on the court, nobody like Kobe.

Every Weekend, Kobe wakes up to the sound of traffic, which means that there is going to be many tourists, or people are going to work, which he doesn’t like. He doesn’t like it because he hates how every tourist he has seen treats New York. Of course they don’t treat it badly, because it’s absolutely beautiful, but what the tourists do that makes him angry is treat New York like it really is. Even in the “good” parts of New York, there is always something going on at night, whether it is some graffiti on the side of a building or a crazy drunk driver. The only reason that this never happens during the daytime is because the criminals who are located all throughout New York, doing all different things throughout New York are scared of doing the terrible things they do in front of so many witnesses. At night, as long as the cops aren’t called, they’re safe to make as much noise as they want and do whatever they want, which is typical for New Yorkers to see and here while trying to go to sleep, away from all the violence. That’s why Kobe Olker hated tourists, just as tourists, not as people. But there was nothing he could do about it. But even because of these things, he and his family still loved New York. No matter what you wanted, there was always somewhere close by you could go to. But little did he know, even during the day, New York, and America was soon going to face a disaster. The worst workplace disaster since the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire.

A Fun Story Involving YouTube Celebrities From 4th Grade

This was a story that I made when in fourth grade, and after you’re done reading it, I’m sure you’ll be laughing and thinking that whoever wrote this must have been really bored. Believe me, I was.                                                                                                     ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Once upon a time there was an idiotic man who wanted to chew every single type of gum by the end of his life. He wanted Bubble Yum, Orbit, Juicy Fruit, Dentyne, etc.  This mans name was Anthony Higa, ever since he had tasted his first piece of Juicy Fruit, he had realized his dream and this is his life story.

After Anthony Higa’s mother had given birth to him on January 3^rd, 1983, his parents Maria Jumba and her husband Ian Jumba were the happiest people on earth. He had ears that looked like perfect eggs, eyes that were as bright as a pearl, and a face that looked like it was ready to start a new job. But as they were thinking of what a great person he would be when he grew up, they noticed something, he kept reaching for his fathers orbit gum pack. The proud parents thought nothing of it, but when he came to the age of two and reaching for a pack of gum became a daily habit. But than one day the parents decided on his 3rd birthday to give him a pack of Juicy Fruit gum as a present. He immediately grabbed the packet and ripped it open, he took the first piece he saw, out it in his mouth and started to chew. His parents waited eagerly for his reaction and dropped their jaw when they saw him blowing his first bubble. When it finally popped he started to laugh and his parents smiled at him. He kept doing the same routine for the rest of the day and his parents finally saw that their son wasn’t what they thought he was the day he was born, he was a competitive chewing gum child. Soon after his parents saw the impossible he was soon chewing competitively and was winning all the time, he went from Trenton to Honolulu, from Mexico to China, and finally to the championships in Canada. At the age of three years 156 days he was in Ontario, Canada and was competing against the world famous Sean “the fluffy bunny” Fujioshi. Sean had been chewing for 23 years and had never lost a single match. As they got set to face off against each other, the “referee” had to lower the table for little Anthony, so Sean had to kneel down. The referee spoke “the rules are simple, no back talk, no chin music, and whoever blows the most bubbles with one piece of gum wins… and no cheating.”