Thursday, February 28, 2008

Middle School Fight

One of my first fights was at Burney Harris Middle School. Some races normally dont get along if you know what I mean, and if you know me then you know one Im not to fond of. I always had my white friends, and my black friends. We always looked out for each other. The hispanics never really liked me because I have an attitude and I really didnt care what you thought about me. So they thought it would be a good idea to try and jump me because I always screwed with this one dude. He was a smart alic to me, and like my dad always says dont get mad, get even. So I always did. Word in the halls he and some of his friends were gonna jump me one day. Not scared at all, I just hit up my friends and made sure they knew because they wanted a reason to do something. So one day after lunch the hispanics left the caf early, me and my boys were coming down the halls to go to our next class. We saw about 5 or 6 of them blocking the halls so we couldnt get through. But uhh....we wernt having that. I said "You might wanna move...homes" One of em' smarted off someting in spanish (I guess b/c they're to scared to say it in english) and Id had enough by then. So I grabed dude by the back of the head and slammed it into the locker, hard enough to break his nose pretty well. Then like 3 more of them stepped up....so did my my boys. I had like 20 something cats on my side. Then they felt worried that they were going to be late for class. I think they got a little scared. The relationship seemed pretty good after that, they never messed with me after that. So always keep friends that will always be there when you need them. As well as always be that friend that will be there when they need you.

Slide or Die

Monday, February 25, 2008

Monday, February 11, 2008

The Pain and the Excitment

Growing up in the early 1800's Hmm.....
This seem to be a very fun but cautious jerney. Trying to fight for what I believe in, being shut down at times, people trying to take over my land. I feel very confused at times. Do I fight or do I give in?

This seems to be going through alot of minds back in those days. You have the excitment or fighting for what you think is right, for your land and love ones, as well as fighting for the people to come in the later years. This seems to be pretty cool being bad and not giving up. But there's a price to pay for all of this....and it's called pain.
Think of you land being taken over by your enemy, think of them killing your family for fight for whats right, think of being somebody's slave for the rest of your life. When you really think about it all, it really sucks. People dieing for just associating with you. Those people getting shafted for getting the worse end of the deal. We've came along way, and if you really think about it, it still happens today. Reamember, for every gain, there's a loss.

Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death

I learned that people back then were real. They stood up for what they believed in, and worked together. Something we dont do much of today because we're to worried about our own backs. They demanded for what they believe in and wern't scared about anything. They were strong and never seemed to back down no matter the circumstances.

I'm suprised that we got away with all of this and have so much we have today. They never seemed to be intemmidated, and I wish that we were still like that today. Most power figures today won't take to many chances because they are to worried about their reputation.