Paris is right in creating new prohibitants againts alcohol near the Eiffel Tower during the "apéros géants".
Paris is right in creating rules involving alcohol because many dangers can come into play when you have over 10,000 people gahtered at the Effiel Tower drinking. Other people are put at risk as well as the consumers, proven by the fact that "One drunken reveler plunged to his death from a bridge in Nantes." Some of the regulations include not being able to hold or carry any bottles or glass containers and that the consumption of alcohol will be permanently forbidden on the Champ de Mars, so that this Drunkathon Gathering, formed by Facebook, cannot happen. It is good that these laws have been put in place because even though it won't stop all of the people from drinking there, alot of potentially dangerous situations have been stopped before they happen.
http://www.newser.com/story/89520/paris-cops-steel-for-facebook-booze-binge.html
Friday, May 21, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
Free Blog, My Sisters
I have three sisters and there all older than me. One of them is 17, another is 27, and the other one is 29. The two oldest ones are my half sisters, but I don’t really think of them as only being half related to me. I see them as my full, older sisters.
My full sister is named Nikkiy. She is the one that is seventeen years old. She looks exactly like me and she is the exact same height and size as I am, even though shes two years older than me. She goes to Stevenson High School with me and she drives us here every morning. She has long, curly, brown hair which is probably the only difference between us because I have straight black hair. Out of all my sisters, shes probably the funniest. She is probably my best friend and my favorite person to be around because she gets me so well.
My second older sister is one of my half sisters. Her name is Emily and she is the one that’s 27. Between her and my other half sister, I think I look like her the most cause we have like the same face, except she happens to be blessed with freckles. She is a cosmetologist and does my hair for me. She is probably the nicest out of the four of us. She is kind and helpful to everyone and she is extremely caring. Her and my other sister do not live with us anymore because they are married and have kids. But I’d be glad to have them back anytime.
My oldest half sister is named Liz, who is 29. I’ve probably called her Liz twice in my life though, because me and Nikkiy call her Sissy. Which now that I think about it, is kind of weird but I think of Sissy as being her first name. Liz and I do not look anything alike. She looks like Nikkiy, if any of us. She is probably the wittiest out of all of us. She is the one with the most attitude and sass if you ask me, but it’s a good thing in my opinion. She is probably at my house with her daughters more than Nikkiy is and she lives there.
I think I am the most different from my three sisters, looks-wise because, although I am extremely pale, I am probably the tannest one out of all of them. All three of them look like our dad, while I resemble my mom more. The three of them all have light blue eyes and flawless pale skin, while I have dark green eyes and more color. Somehow, we all look exactly alike though in our own ways. Each one of us resembles the other in multiple ways.
My full sister is named Nikkiy. She is the one that is seventeen years old. She looks exactly like me and she is the exact same height and size as I am, even though shes two years older than me. She goes to Stevenson High School with me and she drives us here every morning. She has long, curly, brown hair which is probably the only difference between us because I have straight black hair. Out of all my sisters, shes probably the funniest. She is probably my best friend and my favorite person to be around because she gets me so well.
My second older sister is one of my half sisters. Her name is Emily and she is the one that’s 27. Between her and my other half sister, I think I look like her the most cause we have like the same face, except she happens to be blessed with freckles. She is a cosmetologist and does my hair for me. She is probably the nicest out of the four of us. She is kind and helpful to everyone and she is extremely caring. Her and my other sister do not live with us anymore because they are married and have kids. But I’d be glad to have them back anytime.
My oldest half sister is named Liz, who is 29. I’ve probably called her Liz twice in my life though, because me and Nikkiy call her Sissy. Which now that I think about it, is kind of weird but I think of Sissy as being her first name. Liz and I do not look anything alike. She looks like Nikkiy, if any of us. She is probably the wittiest out of all of us. She is the one with the most attitude and sass if you ask me, but it’s a good thing in my opinion. She is probably at my house with her daughters more than Nikkiy is and she lives there.
I think I am the most different from my three sisters, looks-wise because, although I am extremely pale, I am probably the tannest one out of all of them. All three of them look like our dad, while I resemble my mom more. The three of them all have light blue eyes and flawless pale skin, while I have dark green eyes and more color. Somehow, we all look exactly alike though in our own ways. Each one of us resembles the other in multiple ways.
Friday, April 16, 2010
America Invading Pakistan
Being Cuba, I do not support America invading Pakistan. I believe that Pakistan would be right to fight back and to not accept the fact that America invades their country. All countries should have the right to obtain nuclear weapons, Pakistan Included. America should not be able to just invade any country they want just because they have nuclear weapons, that’s hypocritical. No country should be denied of being able to protect themselves or should have to be worried about being invaded if they have weapons.
America, in my opinion, has no right even considering invading Pakistan, at least not for the reasons that they are. Does this mean other countries can invade America because they have nuclear weapons? America should not be causing problems with other countries when they have exactly what they don’t want the other country to have. It is not only unfair, but it is unjust and hypocritical.
America, in my opinion, has no right even considering invading Pakistan, at least not for the reasons that they are. Does this mean other countries can invade America because they have nuclear weapons? America should not be causing problems with other countries when they have exactly what they don’t want the other country to have. It is not only unfair, but it is unjust and hypocritical.
Soldier X Free Write
I am reading a book called Soldier X. It is about World War Two from a German soldier’s point of view. To me, World War Two is probably the most interesting war that has happened. That most likely because it’s the one I know the most about. The book is interesting to read because I can already see the difference between the way a German man saw the war and the way American men saw it. They had different points of view on it because they were treated extremely different.
Obviously I am glad that America’s side won, but reading Soldier X makes me think that although they were very much so in the wrong with their actions, German soldiers had it very bad. They were very mistreated and had an extremely hard time. Reading this book helped me see the difference between the way soldiers from different countries are treated and what their opinions are on war. Reading this book has also shown me a lot of facts about the war and it would actually be a pretty good source of events in World War Two. I have been shown a different point of view of the war that was extremely different from what Americans usually hear about World War Two. We usually hear about what happened to our soldiers and our troops, our countries and our down falls. It’s not every day that we learn about how the Nazis felt and what they were going through.
Soldier X is a good book to read if you want to learn a lot about World War Two, Eurasia, and opposing opinions. This book is really informational but it is also extremely interesting. It tells about happy times, about sad times, it talks about battles and people. It is showing me that not just the United States of America suffered during this war. The main character is named Erik and he was a teacher in America after he was a Nazi soldier. He tells his students that he was in World War Two but he doesn’t tell them which side he was on. I find this character interesting because I wonder how he is able to keep this from his students. Even as a young boy he is interesting because he stands up for his fellow students and shows me that no matter what country you're from, a soldier is a brave, courageous man who has risked everything.
Obviously I am glad that America’s side won, but reading Soldier X makes me think that although they were very much so in the wrong with their actions, German soldiers had it very bad. They were very mistreated and had an extremely hard time. Reading this book helped me see the difference between the way soldiers from different countries are treated and what their opinions are on war. Reading this book has also shown me a lot of facts about the war and it would actually be a pretty good source of events in World War Two. I have been shown a different point of view of the war that was extremely different from what Americans usually hear about World War Two. We usually hear about what happened to our soldiers and our troops, our countries and our down falls. It’s not every day that we learn about how the Nazis felt and what they were going through.
Soldier X is a good book to read if you want to learn a lot about World War Two, Eurasia, and opposing opinions. This book is really informational but it is also extremely interesting. It tells about happy times, about sad times, it talks about battles and people. It is showing me that not just the United States of America suffered during this war. The main character is named Erik and he was a teacher in America after he was a Nazi soldier. He tells his students that he was in World War Two but he doesn’t tell them which side he was on. I find this character interesting because I wonder how he is able to keep this from his students. Even as a young boy he is interesting because he stands up for his fellow students and shows me that no matter what country you're from, a soldier is a brave, courageous man who has risked everything.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Writing Strategies Blog
My family and I were eating at Kerby’s Coney Island when I was about 7. My mom, dad, sister, and I were all sitting in a booth by the window – our usual spot. I had gotten chicken tenders and my sister got fries. Now, my sister Nikkiy loved fries, especially the crunchy ones. So being the good sister that I am, I would always give her my crunchy fries - so she didn’t think it was odd when I offered her one.
Nikkiy, being a vegetarian and despising meat – especially chicken tenders – she definitely wouldn’t have considered eating meat that day. Before I tell you the rest you should know something first; me and Nikkiy were still at that age where we liked to torture each other and just be plain mean. So, that day I thought I’d be sneaky and play a little trick on her. Finding the crunchiest fry on my plate, I ripped it open a little bit in the middle and hid a piece of chicken in it. Closing up the fry, I handed the fry to Nikkiy and told her that I thought she would like it…
Not knowing what I had done, Nikkiy put it in her mouth. Swallowing; Eating it. Well, I shouldn’t say that she fully ate it because less than a second after she began to swallow, I admitted that I put chicken in it. Bursting into tears, she quickly made herself cough it up. Laughing and teasing, I almost fell out of the booth! After about ten minutes of crying, Nikkiy finally settled down; now she was just plain mad. The laughing ceased, I realized what was to come; my parents.
My mom and dad were pretty strict when it came to my sister and I playing tricks on each other; they are usually stricter with me. Nikkiy wasn’t as sneaky and clever as I was when it came to torturing siblings. My parents began to lecture me about what I had done. I got my punishment and took it like a man; I didn’t cry like usual. I’ll admit, it was pretty mean what I did, but it was still probably the funniest moment of my life and it still makes me laugh. Nikkiy still resents me for it, but now she eats meat. Although she’s not a vegetarian anymore, she refuses to accept food from me; Nikkiy just takes it now.
Nikkiy, being a vegetarian and despising meat – especially chicken tenders – she definitely wouldn’t have considered eating meat that day. Before I tell you the rest you should know something first; me and Nikkiy were still at that age where we liked to torture each other and just be plain mean. So, that day I thought I’d be sneaky and play a little trick on her. Finding the crunchiest fry on my plate, I ripped it open a little bit in the middle and hid a piece of chicken in it. Closing up the fry, I handed the fry to Nikkiy and told her that I thought she would like it…
Not knowing what I had done, Nikkiy put it in her mouth. Swallowing; Eating it. Well, I shouldn’t say that she fully ate it because less than a second after she began to swallow, I admitted that I put chicken in it. Bursting into tears, she quickly made herself cough it up. Laughing and teasing, I almost fell out of the booth! After about ten minutes of crying, Nikkiy finally settled down; now she was just plain mad. The laughing ceased, I realized what was to come; my parents.
My mom and dad were pretty strict when it came to my sister and I playing tricks on each other; they are usually stricter with me. Nikkiy wasn’t as sneaky and clever as I was when it came to torturing siblings. My parents began to lecture me about what I had done. I got my punishment and took it like a man; I didn’t cry like usual. I’ll admit, it was pretty mean what I did, but it was still probably the funniest moment of my life and it still makes me laugh. Nikkiy still resents me for it, but now she eats meat. Although she’s not a vegetarian anymore, she refuses to accept food from me; Nikkiy just takes it now.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Fat Tuesday & Ash Wednesday
This Tuesday was Fat Tuesday which wasn’t really a big deal because I basically celebrate it every day. But the day after that was Ash Wednesday, which was actually kind of a big thing for me. First, because I really religious, second because this is the first year that I actually think I’ll stick to my plan to give something up. For the next 40 days I’m planning on giving up pop. In the past, I have eaten meat on Fridays but I don’t think I will this time, I’m going to try and stay away from it on the other days of the week too. In the morning, I went to church with my dad and then went to school late. I came in in this class actually, 4th hour. I went to a church and got the ashes on my forehead and came into school. Unfortunately I gave in and partially wiped them off cause I was getting weird looks. I don’t blame people either, because if I saw someone walking around with black on the forehead and I didn’t know what the heck it was for, I’d give them weird looks too.
When I was at the church, St. Jenaveve, I was sitting in the pews; in the row next to me was the cutest little girl I think I’ve ever seen. When we stood up, she’d look all around and smile at everyone whose eyes’ she met. Me being one of them, I smiled back and she giggled. She couldn’t have been over 5 years old. I also talked to a lady that was sitting in front of me. I had asked my dad why no one was shaking hands when they gave each other peace. She turned around and explained that it was because of the swine flu. I found that funny for some reason. I remembered at my own church once, I went to shake this old woman’s hand and I got shut down. She told me she didn’t shake hands and gave me a look of rejection. I found both of these situations funny, but I don’t know why. Probably because people are making such a big deal about the swine flu, when the regular flu has killed more people than the swine flu has. But anyways, after church my dad and I went to get something to eat. He brought me back to school afterwards and then I went throughout the rest of the day with a gray forehead.
When I was at the church, St. Jenaveve, I was sitting in the pews; in the row next to me was the cutest little girl I think I’ve ever seen. When we stood up, she’d look all around and smile at everyone whose eyes’ she met. Me being one of them, I smiled back and she giggled. She couldn’t have been over 5 years old. I also talked to a lady that was sitting in front of me. I had asked my dad why no one was shaking hands when they gave each other peace. She turned around and explained that it was because of the swine flu. I found that funny for some reason. I remembered at my own church once, I went to shake this old woman’s hand and I got shut down. She told me she didn’t shake hands and gave me a look of rejection. I found both of these situations funny, but I don’t know why. Probably because people are making such a big deal about the swine flu, when the regular flu has killed more people than the swine flu has. But anyways, after church my dad and I went to get something to eat. He brought me back to school afterwards and then I went throughout the rest of the day with a gray forehead.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Big Fish Story
When I was around the age of six, I became ill with an extremely rare sickness. It was so rare that only 4 people had ever gotten it before me. Not knowing that I had this rare sickness, I went to school like any other kid did on a sunny Thursday morning. I had gotten to school and thought that day was going to be a great day. It was not that much later that I found out how terribly wrong I was…
As I walked into school, I felt pain in my feet. They had been sore the whole time I had walking but I had just ignored it. I looked down, to find my feet two times the size they had been. Being only six years old, I didn’t think much of it, other than the fact that it seemed a little strange. I went and sat down, but not without noticing the strange looks I was getting from my classmates. I heard gasps and groans as I walked to my seat. But again, I didn’t think anything of it. The teacher walked in and began to take attendance. As she called each name, she would look up and see that the child was there. When she called me name, I said, “Here!” She looked up and made a tiny little noise that sounded like a puppy yelping. By now, I was worried. She walked swiftly over to me and asked me how I was feeling. I told her that my feet hurt a little and she laughed. She made a quick call and then walked me out of the room and down to the office. Now I thought I was in trouble! When we got down there, several of the school workers had a look at me and they all didn’t know what to say. I asked what was wrong with me and they quickly handed me a mirror. When I saw my reflection, I noticed that my face was not as it had been at all this morning. It was 3 times smaller and green! By now, I was flipping out. I looked down and my body had started to grow and grow. At first I was just taller than the teachers. But then I grew more and more, now I was bursting through the ceiling and I kept growing up towards the sky. The school nurse quickly got on the phone with my parents.
My mother and father showed up at the school 5 minutes later. They took one look at me and both fainted at the sight of me (apparently they hadn’t seen my 50 foot tall body growing up into the sky on their way there). The teachers called 911 and soon there was an ambulance and a specialist for this particular disease. He told my now awakening parents that I had a sickness called Omicron. I felt a little prick in my heel and looked down. I saw a tiny figure giving me a shot of a dark purple liquid that was labeled "Grape Kool-aid". I began to shrink back to Earth. I passed through the broken ceiling and was back to my normal 6 year old size. That purple liquid had cured the case of Omicron that I had and I went back to class to learn the alphabet with my classmates.
As I walked into school, I felt pain in my feet. They had been sore the whole time I had walking but I had just ignored it. I looked down, to find my feet two times the size they had been. Being only six years old, I didn’t think much of it, other than the fact that it seemed a little strange. I went and sat down, but not without noticing the strange looks I was getting from my classmates. I heard gasps and groans as I walked to my seat. But again, I didn’t think anything of it. The teacher walked in and began to take attendance. As she called each name, she would look up and see that the child was there. When she called me name, I said, “Here!” She looked up and made a tiny little noise that sounded like a puppy yelping. By now, I was worried. She walked swiftly over to me and asked me how I was feeling. I told her that my feet hurt a little and she laughed. She made a quick call and then walked me out of the room and down to the office. Now I thought I was in trouble! When we got down there, several of the school workers had a look at me and they all didn’t know what to say. I asked what was wrong with me and they quickly handed me a mirror. When I saw my reflection, I noticed that my face was not as it had been at all this morning. It was 3 times smaller and green! By now, I was flipping out. I looked down and my body had started to grow and grow. At first I was just taller than the teachers. But then I grew more and more, now I was bursting through the ceiling and I kept growing up towards the sky. The school nurse quickly got on the phone with my parents.
My mother and father showed up at the school 5 minutes later. They took one look at me and both fainted at the sight of me (apparently they hadn’t seen my 50 foot tall body growing up into the sky on their way there). The teachers called 911 and soon there was an ambulance and a specialist for this particular disease. He told my now awakening parents that I had a sickness called Omicron. I felt a little prick in my heel and looked down. I saw a tiny figure giving me a shot of a dark purple liquid that was labeled "Grape Kool-aid". I began to shrink back to Earth. I passed through the broken ceiling and was back to my normal 6 year old size. That purple liquid had cured the case of Omicron that I had and I went back to class to learn the alphabet with my classmates.
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