This I Believe

                                            This I believe

                                                                                                                       By Emmanuel Cano-Garraway

                                                                                                                                                          Class: 705

I believe that practice makes perfect.

I am a 7^th grade male student. I feel mad when I get certain things lower than others. Sports, tests, projects and whatever else there is so you can compete to do better, wanting to make the other envy you, not want to see your face anymore because you did so much better then them. I develop a hunger to try and do better then everyone so they can feel mad. I study hard for my test, practice in sports, and put a lot of effort into my projects. These are ways for others to look at you in disgust because you did better than them.

This goal was first achieved when I was still a weird, elementary school kid, who didn’t really know much about the world… or anything at all. I was in about say… 3^rd grade? We were getting our math papers back from some test. Everyone was hypnotized with nerviest, even me! We were shaking like dogs in the cold. We all thought the test was extremely hard! Like what the hell! What are ten times fifteen! We were then getting our paper one, by one.

The first kid, he saw his paper that was handed to him, he nearly burst out in screams! His face was so red with anger he looked like a tomato! This practically happened with everyone that got their paper! Lots of kids were talking to each other mad about their grades that were handed to them. Then there was one… me. I was so scared I thought I was going to faint! I had sweat all over my neck just dripping and dripping and dripping.

The teacher had stood right in front of me, tall… but somehow… proud! She had a smile on her face, with the paper with my grade on it in her hands… taunting me to see what was in it.

“Good job Manny!” that’s all she said. She held out my math paper, I took it proudly… but still confused. The paper was right in my hands, my cold and sweaty hands. I was apparently the last one to get my paper because everyone was staring at me! This is the moment of truth I thought. I slowly opened it making the suspense last even longer and thrilling, wondering what would happen next! I couldn’t take it anymore! That slow opening became a fast one. My eyes are closed. I take a deep breath, and open them wide and alive! My reaction…

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEAH!” I had gotten a 97! I wondered what I got wrong… but didn’t really care. All these eyes lingering all over my paper, in surprise!

That has to be a mistake, or how did you get a higher grade then me? That’s what a lot of them said, or maybe even worse.

But still, I now got that moment when others breath down my shoulders, eyes beam at me in disgust, and others minds just going crazy on how I got a higher grade then them.

I believe practice makes perfect, and it also helps others become jealous of you. This is why you should always try to practice to get better. 

Blood Beast

My fear is getting worse and worse. Will I turn? Or will I not? This is way too aggravating for me to handle. I even have dreams about it.
Grett, my sister had turned, so have a lot of my other relatives. It makes me scared to think about turning... what will happen to me, will I stay like it forever, will I turn back? I can't deal with this problem any more, I need an answer.

revolt of evil fairies

By Emmanuel Cano-Garraway
Don’t you think segregation really hurts people? Well it does! In Ted Postons short story, Revolt of Evil Fairiesthe main character is a young black boy who faces discrimination. He goes to an all black school, Booker T. Washington Grammar school. Not only are the black and whites unequal, but also the lighter blacks and the darker blacks. The Maincharacter is one of the darker blacks, this prevents him from getting what he wants, but he won’t stand for it. He is determined to fight against discrimination and try and get what he wants.
The protagonist experiences discrimination face to face. Inthe play, event the characters are showing discrimination. “The good fairiesusually turned out to be extremely light, and have white features.” This showsthat the whiter folks were good, but that only left the Evil Fairies for thedarker skinned. This made the protagonist mad because this could reflect on his part, once again.
The protagonist’s race wasn’t as considered to be as good asthe lighter blacks, even though they were just kids! “Mama had experience withthis sort of thing. All my brothers finished Booker T. before me.” This showsthat not only is this problem happening when he was in school, but also happened when his brothers were in school! This makes the result easy to saythe protagonist wouldn’t get the part… But he still went after it.
The protagonist rallies against this issue. “I knew thePrince Charming role from start to finish, having played the Head Evil Fairyopposite for two seasons.” This shows that even though he went for the role anddidn’t get it, he still went after it. “I went out for the role with all myheart. Yes, and I purloined my sisters can of palmers skin success.” This also shows he still went after the role again, even though he got rejected two times, and even used some make up to make his skin look lighter.
He ended up not getting the role of PrinceCharming, but didn’t care. He stood up for what he believed in. He knew he was a better Prince Charming than anyone else. He knew if segregation wasn’t a problem he would have gotten the part. At the end it blocked his way of getting the part, but he didn’t give in. he went for it, and didn’t get it, like all the other dark blacks. This was the same thing for 2 years, he wasn’t invited to the next play for starting a little fight during the play, but knew even if he was, and he wouldn’t get the part he wanted

Tweak

Well my drug addiction is back. All that rehab time was good though! I was clean for about 18 months. That was good but, I all ways find a way to get hooked again.
Now that I am back on drugs, it's better then ever! It feels so much better now that I starved my body from it. I don't wanna get back off it again.