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The saloon doors swung open. The sharp creak of the door contrasted to the dead silence of the empty bar. A man strolled in wiping the sweat from his brow. It was a hot day outside and he couldn't think of anything else other than sitting down in a nice, dark saloon and sipping on a crisp beer. He pulled out a musty stool and rested his elbows on the bar table. He looked around, taking in the scenery. He thought how it was oddly cold inside the building. The room was dimly lit from the light creeping through the shutters and the door. He could see the dust dancing through the air where the light shone. There were paintings on the walls of people who must have been important. Then his eyes turned toward the mirror. He examined himself, thinking how he must look disheveled to a stranger. Then he finally wondered, where's the bartender? Just as fast as the thought crossed his mind, the bartender appeared from a door in the back. His face looked flushed but his demeanor was calm and collected. As he walked toward the man, he grabbed a glass and became cleaning it. "What can I get for ya today?" The man noticed a scar on the bartenders cheek. "Uh yea...y'all serve beer here?" "We sure do, lemme jus-" the bartender stopped for a moment. He noticed the man examining his face and watched as his eyes trailed up to where a bead of sweat was dripping from his forehead. He saw the expression on the mans face change, ever so slightly. He rephrased. "Would you like it iced?" The man nodded. The bartender set the glass he was cleaning down, and walked back toward to door he came from.
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"Listen here children, if you can handle it, as I recount the unbelievable tale of why barns are painted red."
Baby calfs huddled around to listen to the formidable Senior Bull. It was story night, and he insisted this one would be to die for. "Have you ever looked around and thought to yourself, 'Why aren't these wall painted blue, or green, or white?' Well little ones, there is certainly the reason for that, but you may not like it. A long time ago when most of the country was farmland, there lived many, many cows. Farmers had hundreds per farm. The sheer amount soon became overwhelming as the farmers couldn't control so many. The humans thought they had an ingenious idea, the Black and White Smite Night. They would take the old and feeble, and onerous cows and huddled them into the barn. They wanted to get rid of them. However, they didn't want to scare the other cows, so they had to think of a way to conduct this inconspicuously. They spent all night painting the once brown barn red. When the morning came the cows were surprised and liked the change. While they were gawking at the new colorful scenery that matched the leaves, the farmers quietly herded the weak and rebellious cows away. The next day came and those cows disappeared into bovine oblivion, never to be seen again." The baby cows sat and listened in horror. "So what happened?? Why did they paint it red??" exclaimed one of the calfs up front. "They say they painted it red so the blood of the poor victims would blend into the walls!" "AHHH" All the children ran away screaming to find their mothers, and the Bull sat laughing because he knew the real reason barns were painted red, it was cheap. A long, long time ago, a man was taken prisoner while sailing the seas. His ship was bombarded, and while the attack was ephemeral, it was very successful. Everyone on the man's ship was taken as prisoner or killed, and the ships contents were looted. When the last prisoner was taken aboard the pirate ship, they sank the other one.
The man was taken with the rest of the prisoners and he was kept below deck. He could hear the captain pontificate and this annoyed him. These disgusting pirates killed his mates and locked him up and he's giving them a speech? HE almost stopped listening when he heard something that caught his attention. They were speaking about the plank. He overheard the captain tell his crew what they were gonna do to the prisoners and why. They were going to make them walk the plank with ties around their hands. They believed the ocean would let those live who were worthy and if anyone survived they would return them to shore. He immediately began to chew through his hand ties just enough so he could break free in the water. When it came his time to walk the plank he confidently walked into the ocean. When he was under the water he broke free and swam under the ship. He came up around the other side and climbed back on deck. The pirates had never seen anyone survive before. They were in awe and kept to what they said. He was returned to shore safely and was even left with some gold loot. The class went on a field trip to balboa park and did a scavenger hunt. The artifacts were all different mediums /storytelling devices. Everything had to do with some sort of history. I thought article 18 was the most interesting because I really like cameras. I wonder what year they are from and who created them. That is all I'm able to say because I hurt my leg in class the day before and couldn't go to school the day of the project launch and couldn't walk for the field trip. I can't complete the KLEWS chart because I didn't go and I can't make up information or rely on my classmates for something I, myself, am supposed to interpret.
MY first impression of 11th grade was way better than 10th grade. Generally I just liked the teachers I have better. I'm looking forward to learning about early United States history more in depth. I really like how animated you get when you teach the class. The topics have been interesting. There's more school work but I think this helps me manage my time. I think my strengths are just general comprehension.
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