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The first time I watched a presidential debate

writingstudio10bobby — Thu, 09 Oct 2008 17:47:54 +0000

When I first watched a presidential debate, my family rooted for John kerry. I didn’t know anything about politics back then. Dad was yelling, “GET HIM! GET HIM!” He didn’t like Bush before he was president. I needed to have him explain every issue to me.

After this night, I have been a huge political fanatic ever since until I became a Rockets fan. Bush won the exciting election and my reaction was very unpleasent.

Who am I?

writingstudio10bobby — Fri, 03 Oct 2008 16:44:26 +0000

Why do I practice basketball every day?

What makes me eat so much after school?

What inspires me to write the wierdest stories?

When will I ever feel like being a grown up?

Why am I so slow at doing homework?

Where am I going to college and i am interested to know?

Which month will spring come back again?

Who likes to bother the cats all the time?

Why do I know so much about election results?

Why do i scream at my cat, “Why are you SOOOOOOO FAAAATT!??!”

Questioning Authority

writingstudio10bobby — Fri, 03 Oct 2008 16:39:09 +0000

I question authority alot. Sometimes I question my mother. She’s like an army general only for the house. I ask things like, why do you get so much steak all the time? Why did you ask the architect to put the kitchen on the other side of the house (that’s not true)?

The Wierd Man

writingstudio10bobby — Sat, 27 Sep 2008 02:30:01 +0000

In 1933, Hitler got an epiphany and decided to take over the world. The new hegemony was taking over an evanescant world. Already this totalitarian did alot of mean stuff to the Jewish for he was vehemently opposed to the rights of these people. Now, he wanted to do some stuff to the weird peoples of Germany. Many of the surrealists already fled Europe, but Hitler wanted to bother the last ones.

There was a man who lived in Nazi Germany. This wierd mans name was Carter. This man was very strange. He always said things indisciminately. A man of irony he was. He suprised his parents everyday. he felt perfectly normal. His parents were very tolerant of him.

One day when he went to school as a freshman in 1938, the supercilious principal took Carter away to the Gestapo. Apparently, Carter said in Math class, ” Hippos like feeding off of the purses of strong men.” The teacher called his parents and told them that for speaking in bad terms, he was expelled from the school and was sent to the Gestapo.

At the Gestapo, the Gestapo asked Carter many questions to get the wierdness out of him. A few minutes later, the Gestapo took him away to the boxcars that were sent to the concentration camp. He would wish this were only a nightmare in such a horrible night.

He arrived at the railroad tracks. He walked many many miles along the tracks along with many other hopeless people. He would wish he abjured saying such a nasty comment in math class. He was tossed in the boxcar like an old shoe. The horrible crate was crowded with many prisoners. The ride was very uncomfortable and among the people who died, Carter wasn’t one of them. He had to live in these bellicose crates for days without food. It was quite a misery to go through all of this. Poor Carter.

After weeks of a long train ride, he arrived at his doom. At the concentration camp, he lived in a small corner of one of the brick buildings just like everybody else. He brought no blamkets to sleep with and no blankets were provided. The next morning, he was forced to work in a nearby factory 120 hours a week making shells. The guards were hollering at the poor prisoners in German what sounded like impatient commands. Some of the people were put in gas chambers or shot. Reasons were sometimes: not working fast enough or attempt of escape. Really, these guards were omnipotent and also loquacious too.

That night at the camp, he got an epiphany. He decided to quietly flee the camp and make way for Stalag 13; a POW camp that was literally dominated by sneaky prisoners who were willing to fight for the free world. How would he get out of this horrible place? It wasn’t long before he bumped into a very humble Jewish man. After discussing the situation Carter and he were going to plan for his escape, the Jewish man knew Carter had the right stuff to defeat the Third Reich. He decide to sacrifice himself for the lives of many others. He helped Carter escape the camp by causing trouble to distract the guards. Carter made it out of camp safely. He was obviously extremely grateful that this man gave himself up for him. The Nazis couldn’t find him. The hounds couldn’t find him. Carter was very careful not to be seen by the Nazis on the way there.

When he arrived at Stalag 13, Colonel Hogan (another prisoner) found out that Olson ( a different prisoner) fled the camp and a different man was here. It was Carter. Hogan gave Carter a place to sleep in the underground passageways they have. There at Stalag 13, Carters job was to give a reciprocal and help the Jewish escape the concentration camps. He along with Colonel Hogan and the rest of the prisoners helped many people escape Germany. Eventually, the evanescent Third Reich lost its’ power. The hegemony of Germany had the war. the fear finally ended.

Chapter 1: The Dichotomy of No Reason

writingstudio10bobby — Thu, 25 Sep 2008 00:45:45 +0000

I was in the Biology room. The room had only two stools in it. I was sitting on one stool along with a person sitting on the other stool. The person and I didn’t like eachother. This is a Biology Room Dictotomy. The floor was very very hot. We wouldn’t put a foot on the floor. An ironic scenario it was for me. I felt like jumping off my stool after sitting on it for such a long time. But then I abjured. I wouldn’t do such a silly thing like that. The other person held his ground and continued to keep his eye on me. I kept my eye on him. I wrote the phrase, ” Every Document is Notarized”. Ever since, the person has hated me forever. In the past, he helped me with my Biology homework which was amazingly hard. That was the last good thing he did for me. I guess I didn’t give a reciprocal. He never asked for one. We kept watching eachother and it’s been hours now since we started. I wondered next, if the dichotomy would ever stop. We hated eachother all because I wrote the phrase, “Every Document is Notarized”.

Emotional Moment in the Past

writingstudio10bobby — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 23:19:51 +0000

My emotional moment was Christmas eve. Going sledding is so much fun around this time of year. When I get back into the house, Pop makes me some hot chocolate. On the stereo in the house, there are Christmas songs playing: Charlie Brown, Arthur Godfrey, and what not. Pop, my brother, and I made Christmas cookies. They are at the extreme good. I was really excited for Christmas when I get my presents. i’m watching Christmas shows which obviously are very happy. This was a very happy time for me.

Bobby Reese Character Story

writingstudio10bobby — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 23:07:32 +0000

Wow! That was funny! There’s a flying hippo in the sky! What do you see Joe? I see something that makes me hungry! A giant hamburger on the ground! I shall pass the breathalyzer test! What’s a breath analyzer? The cocktails were there since the Celtics won it all. It’s something to eat glasses of cocktails for. Oh no! There’s a communist in the sky! Charge at it! Where did he go? He morphed into a sack of potatos. There goes the communist! Where’s Vancouver? What Vancouver? Where is the ocean? There it is! Charge at it full speed! Dast! It’s a girl driving a mini cooper! M’aidez! Crash. I ejected my seat and landed safely on the ground, while the girl seems to be unconscious. Well my plane did hit her car. Hey look! A map is in heer hand! There is a destination circled! Oh look! An adress and a name. Lesile! I’ll take her there. And buy her a new cooper. She will never know what hit her. Except for the little momonte I’ll leave. Pretzels!

LEARN CORRECT GRAMMAR! -Bobby Sikora

writingstudio10bobby — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 22:37:26 +0000

I think people should learn how to use correct grammar. Whether you are quiet or bellicose and loquacious you shall learn correct grammar. You should not talk indiscriminately. I vehemently oppose to incorrect grammar. This is not for the purpose of being supercillious. I know you are not omnipotent to take care. This is to learn how to talk correctly.

The Planters Daughter, Version by Bobby Sikora

writingstudio10bobby — Thu, 04 Sep 2008 22:51:33 +0000

When the dark night awakens at the Altantic.

And the hot dancers attracted a bunch of people in,

They say that it’s beauty

Was warming music in their cool mouths

And some in the little light

Thought it too happy,

For the house of the planter

Is in the mind of the trees

People that had seen it

Drunk deep inside and were quiet

The girls were talking

Everywhere it went–

While a bell that is ringing

Or a question told bashfully

And the fire was every Sunday.