Final Writing

This year I am going to Germany, I am going as an exchange student for a whole year and there I'll be there alone with out any friends or family that will help me guide my life in a new direction. Now that the time is drawing nearer I am realizing that holy Sh** this is real. The world is much bigger than the fishbowl town of Juneau were tourist come and go like fish  food flakes and dissolve away. To be honest I'm terrified of what is to come. This is a rare sighting of a Indian going on the other mans land, and fighting his way through the concrete woods and metal buffalo. I am so frightened that the world is so huge and I am this small little boy that is just a pine needle. Also my senior friends are gone and learned that my time is near as well and I have to grow up. That's why I am terrified to go to Germany across the pond I have to grow up and leave the people I love behind for awhile and come back more mature than them. Being an emotional person can make you stronger than it should be, and it sucks.

Vocab Story 3/13

Today was the day that Margret just wanted it to be done with. She had to hang out with her cousin Justin you lives in England, he was just visiting with his family. Mom was adamant about  it, she insisted and it "Allows me to chat with your abominable auntie." That's what Margret's mother always says when they come and visit, she thinks her mother really makes her do this because with her "Mommy and Auntie time" that's sooooo not working maybe if her and Justin became the best of friends maybe they too would get along. So Margret and Justin went to a Coffee shop to chat and catch up. She could smell his noxious cologne as they walked with three feet of space between them. He smelled so strong of it that she swears he could be a male concubine. As they seated she could tell that he had a flippant attitude toward this as she did. The one thing they could agree on. She needed a shot or maybe two or four shots of coffee before she could deal with his snarky attitude.
"So cuzz.." he said with a American accent " I haven't had such a erudite conversation with you in a while."

Online Vocab #2 Story

As I sit there patiently listening to the sounds of ruffling cloaks of the men as they shuffled and grunted eagerly for the council to begin. I observe the colossal towers that hold up the painted sky above us  wondering if the trick has fooled the precursor of the men I see before me. We are all on edge for it to begin , something must be decided or the nefarious Persian Empire will destroy our city. Our walls are not as impregnable as one might think. Then as a draft of hot humid air that sends chills up our spines saying welcome to your demise, a man walks in with already a charming smile. So we waited for him.... him to tell us if our idea was foolish and wrong. I sat there demurred, and unamused with him. The men sat there listening to him with supreme care and took no notice at all that he was going to lead them each to Hades. Of course they didn't half to agree with him on his plan, but they wouldn't. His sycophantic manner was allowing him to diatribe the council right under their noses without them ever to smell the poison of the flower. But as he walks around the room I see a wink of the golden eye of value flash and then a clink so soft that the very fear of it stopped him. As he looks around counting to talk to see if anyone heard, then his eyes lay on my smiling face. Then the real fear sinks in. The Traitor becomes mute, and the real fun begins. 

Well, Dear Ms. Reyes

I am sick of these colleges sending me countless e-mails on where I SHOULD go. It’s not like it’s my life or anything. For example, guess which macabre college sent me a letter about them? PEMBROKE UNIVERSITY OF NORTH CAROLINA! UGH... They have the nerve to send me something?? Oh, and that college used a coquettish technique by having some woman write me the letter talking about how proud they would have me for being an outstanding American "Indian". Fie on Miss Lela Clark for brown nosing the letter and being a sycophant at it too. Maybe I'm being too harsh on the director of admissions? Nah, I'm just being in an implacable mood right now; testosterone is a horrible hormone. Count yourself lucky that you don't have it. Or should I be the lucky one that I don't have a lot of your hormones in my body? Well this has been a very nice paragraph to type. 

In the hit show XANADU! It was an amazing show with some nefarious charters that are just bad to the bones!
I am not being a sycophant about this, it truly is a wonderful play! In opening night the crowed was estatic and was a very well responsive crowd! This was not at all a demure cast, they belted there hearts out in every song! The dancing and costumes was excellent and went right along with the show! Excellent choices in the lead parts and the rest of the cast! So far i have herd of no diatribe comments on this show, only positive responds. Even one of the senates in our state capital building said it was amazing and everyone should go! Those of you that are still impregnable and dont want to go your really missing out.

Vocab essaay promt

Now I'm going to tell about a book I am reading for Academic Decathlon. The name of the book is Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard. Now let me tell you this book is nefarious and makes you want to bang your head into a cement wall because she writes like she is the best writer in the world. Just reading the first chapter is pernicious to your eye balls. She's a charlatan with her writing, acting like she knows everything about nature and what everything means in nature. BLAGH! I can tell you she is such a privileged write is makes my stomach sick like seeing a frog give birth to a thousand draconian starlings. Just makes me want to plummet into the depths of hell and say its heaven. She is a sycophant to all nature lovers and biologist, trying to be one hah. As well she is an Anachronism to my life time... she should be put back to females were first allowed to write because she is so imperious to her writing. Annie Dillard is the smartest dunce I know.

Sincerely yours,
Matthew Woodland

A challenge... for me.

Hey guys its me again!
It's 8:24pm here and my eyes are fighting to stay open. I know its early for my entre of the day but I have school tomorrow, sadly winter break must come to an end.

I guess they are right, Sunday is truly the day of rest. It has been the slowest day of my life and a boring way to end my winter break. So I woke up at eight thinking I could start my day that way, but my body felt differently so I set my alarm for 9:45 instead and my body accepted it and was glad I made the right choice. When I went down stairs my step-mother and my too little brothers were up. She was making Sunday breakfast, witch was French Toast and Eggs. This was a way to get me and my younger sister ready for church with our mother. We never really liked church, but I got baptized at the age of 13. I truly do love church now.

I finished my job application for the movie theater as I waited patently for the breakfast to be done. I enjoy this Breakfast particularly because this was one of the phew times my family actually used the dinning table that we have. After breakfast I decided I was still hungry so I made a bowl of cereal. I happily devoured it and went up stairs were I Sat... and sat... and sat... and sat. for three hours. I was on my phone texting and being on the social media sites and watching Tv.

Finally I went down stairs were I was determined to finish looking at countries to go on exchange to. I was texting Tim with questions and talking to my parents about it for quite a while and the more I talked to them the more they grew to like the idea of it. Probably because they sensed the excitement of me wanting to go. I was reaching on the programs online site and e-mailing the local representative in town with questions from my parents.

My Step-mother asked me if I was ready to leave friendships here and right away I thought of my best friend. Suzanne. She and I have grown close and we've known each other for five years now and I couldn't imagine her not knowing so an hour later at 4:30 I walked 4 blocks to get to her house and I texted her before hand that I needed to talk to her. So I knocked and her nephew opened the door and I went to her room and we shut the door (we can do this since we both have boyfriends and her family trust me). I sat on her and I told her and she was shocked and surprised.... but for only the merry of it. She supported it right away and asked were I was going and even suggested some ideas for us to stay in touch! But I told her this wasn't a full proof plan. I told her in fact I am really terrified of the idea. We hung on for the next hour and laughed about some things like best friends should and I went home.

Dinner was done at 7:00 and I ate and talked to my parents more because they were worried about the money of it and everything. But if I get to, the program has an installment plan for the money but I still have to choose a country. My choices are Belgium Flanders, Germany, Iceland, Latvia, Netherlands, and Norway. Yes all northern countries inn Europe and yes they are all countries in Europe but those are the ones that fir me best so. But I need help on the choice so if any of my readers if there is any would like to help I would gladly appreciate it!
This is me closing off and heading off to bed! Night guys!