My Summer Part Three (HVC Second Two Weeks)
ALL HAIL THE BEST CABIN!
Never again.
WHAT DO WE WANT? “ICE CREAM!” WHEN DO WE WANT IT? “NOW!”
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My Summer Part 2 (HVC First Two Weeks)
I’M CURRENTLY SITTING WITH THE BEST PEOPLE EVER!
Armant is laughing at me because my marshmallow is on fire. I’m now looking at this picture and laughing at Wyatt, who like me, can’t marshmallow.
BEN AND BEN EATING ICE CREAM. WHAT DOES IT MEAN? (“A SECOND CANDY DROP, DUH”)
My Summer Part 1 (Before HVC)
Me and my Dad zip-lining across a river!
The GAY PRIDE PARADE!
LREI Camp Battle Bot Tournament!
Summer Reading
I really liked the last two Percy Jackson books the most. That’s when the character Nico Di Angelo (My favorite character) finds out he’s a son of —– (Or —– if you a traitor and you like the Roman gods) and realizes that he has and —– army. The books all make you love the characters. You can relate to them in so many ways. Every book that I’ve read this Summer was amazing and I would read again. If you haven’t read them, go check them out!
Ben’s Hero Essay
In rough times, heroes stay positive and open-minded to reach their goals, the goals they are determined to achieve. You get knocked down; you get back up and keep on walking. A real hero is remembered long after they are gone like, Ulysses, or someone who can inspire and teach like George O’Connor. He can make learning fun and cares about his fans by giving them hope and determination for their dreams. A hero shows that everything is possible, all you have to do is believe.
Ulysses is the definition of a hero, remembered long after the grave for his heroic acts. He was determined to get home, not by greed for the throne, but for his family. He heard “Land ho”, saw Ithaca, and then was dragged away, but he kept hope. He refused to give up and be taunted by Poseidon for the rest of his life. A hero reaches for his dream, no matter how far away it is.
George O’Connor reached for his dream and caught it. He took lots of rejection from editors but stuck to his dream. A lot of people don’t really care about history. George wanted that to change so he decided to write graphic novels about Greek mythology. Now kids all over the world read George’s books and know so much more than before. A hero can always see the light at the end of the tunnel no matter how small the light is.
Another hero who can inspire is Adarsh Alphons. He can inspire and give the determination you need to make your dream reality. He teaches kids to trust their instincts and let their minds take them to amazing places. He lets kids find out who they are through art. Their art comes out looking professional which makes kids feel like they’re on top of the world. He really has helped all these kids who now are amazing at art. A hero is someone who people look up to for guidance and love.
A hero reaches for his or her goals no matter how high, stays positive when times are dark, and stays open-minded to ideas that are not theirs. Someone’s hero is another’s foe. There is no such thing as everyone’s hero. Your hero inspires you because of your interests. Your hero is only your hero in your eyes, not everyone’s.
Discovery Day
Examining cool creatures.
The skys the limit.
Mush!
Mad Scientist.
Discovery day was really cool. I got to know some of the sixth graders a lot better than before. Seeing DNA and Cooper finding a double helix was cool. Then going to Life To The Limits at the Natural History Museum was cool to. They had Mantis Shrimp which are as strong as a 22 caliber bullet. The can break glass and see colors better than us. We got back and Cooper and I played Agario for the rest of the period.
My Website
https://3ad1d6bd5c6c7bd1c1e043ae64c213cc1b9468e6.googledrive.com/host/0B52VbuDiFx-ccW0wUUpTNjg3cjQ/index.html
My website isn’t fully done yet. I’m adding an animation. Until then, it doesn’t doesn’t do much. I do like the picture though. It looks like its part of the background. I’m hoping that we can make more detailed, useful websites.
My Fiction Story
Broken
Chapter One
I wound up for the throw. The crowd was chanting. I pitched the ball. The batter swung and missed.
“Strike one!” the umpire called. I wound up and threw again.
“Strike two!” the umpire called. One more strike the batter would be out.
I spat out the piece of gum I had been chewing. I wound up and threw. The batter hit it with a loud bang. Before I could move, it hit me right in the arm. I fell to the ground, bleeding. The pain got worse and worse as the world faded around me.
I woke up in a hospital room. My mom right in my face.
“Is my little shmoo okay?” she asked me frantically.
“Mom, get out of my face,” I told her. “I need to go back to the game.”
“Bart, honey, your arm is broken.”
Chapter Two
I couldn’t believe it. My arm was broken, that was our last game of the season. But most importantly, it was the championship game. I had to go back and play the game. But how?
Then I got an idea. I waited for everyone in my hospital room to leave. It wasn’t my first time in this hospital. I knew it pretty well. My dad used to be a doctor here. I knew there were security cameras in every hall and room. I would have to block their view. Then I remembered, I had some batter’s gum in my back pocket. I grabbed a piece and chewed it for a minute. Then I threw it at the camera. My aim was way off. I tried again with a new piece. It hit right in the center. “Perfect,” I thought. But then there was the painful part, taking the medical needles out of my arm. I pulled them out slowly, ignoring the devastating pain it was causing. I put some bandages over my arm, stood up, put on my uniform and was about to open the door and leave when… my mom came in with a panicked look on her face.
“When the doctor informed me that the security2 f3w camera with your room went pink, I ran as fast as I could to your room.” She yelled. “And what do I find?! My injured son getting up to go to the game!!! Sit down!”
Chapter Three
What would I do now?
My mom sat with me while she knit. So I just watched the game from the hospital room, feeling bad for myself, when a bird landed on the window and started chirping. That was when I realized that the window was open. I stuck my head out the window. It wasn’t much of a view, there was a tree blocking the view. A tree! I could climb down the tree. There was hope.
I looked behind me to find my mom fast asleep. She would wake up soon though. I had to act fast. I grabbed my baseball glove and took a running leap. I landed in the tree. On a strong branch thankfully. The adrenalin was really helping. I felt no pain in my arm whatsoever. That was good. I slowly climbed down the tree. Then I hopped on to the ground and ran. My bandages flew off as I ran. I needed a faster way to get there. The train wouldn’t work. Too slow. Nor a cab. It would take too long to find one. Unless…
An idea popped into my head. If I hopped on top of the taxi, I wouldn’t have to pay or hail the taxi. As long as the taxi went in the general direction of the stadium, I would be fine.
So I waited, and waited until a taxi came. I ran and hopped on top of it. Inside the taxi I heard the driver say to himself.
“Birds, I hate em!”
As we past the stadium, I jumped off the taxi and ran as fast as I could, towards the field.
Chapter Four
I ran through the locker room and burst through the doors, screaming.
“I’m back!”
As soon as the words left my lips, the crowd and all players turn to look at me. There was no turning back.
I walked up to the pitcher’s mound and held out my hand to the pitcher. He handed me the ball, hesitating. I plucked it out of his hands. I looked at the scoreboard and realized that we were ahead 20 to 18 and bases were loaded. I wound up like the beginning of the game and threw the fastest fastball I’d ever thrown in my life. He missed.
I was really tense now. The crowd was on their feet. I threw again. He missed again.
This next pitch could win the game, but it could also lose it. We just had the catch the ball or the batter had to miss this pitch. I wound up, sweating. The adrenalin was wearing off. My arm was starting to hurt again. I ignored it. I wound up and pitched with all my might. He hit it so hard the bat cracked in half. But then before anyone got to home base. I jumped in the air and guess what?
I caught the ball.
The End