Speech For Class 2.0

Author's Note- This is a speech that I wrote for a Language Arts assignment. Pay attention to the descriptive words.

Hello, I am Nathan And I’m going to tell you about one of my favorite past times. Bionicle

MOCing. It is something that I do on a regular basis. It is where I create personal things that can

be used in many different ways. I usually do this because it is fun. I even have my own self moc,

it is suppose to be me. But I really want to create a stopmotion for youtube. That is where you

take pictures of an object moving, and when you do this it takes a very long time. I have taken

about a good 300 pictures and have about a second. This can takes months or even years to do.

DWA

Author's Note- This is my District Writing Assessment

When you have gotten something you wish you hadn’t you would love for a magical time machine to go back to that day and tell yourself to not but that thing. But sadly life just isn’t that way. And if you ask me, I could probably give you three straight days of things I should have never done or never gotten. Like the time I got a lego set for my birthday. I then got two more of the same sets the next day. I’d say it was a curse, but then I found out that I could change them into a bigger, badder, and nastier boat than before. But that day I learned to warn my family of what I got so that they wouldn’t get me the same exact lego sets ever again.

In a short story that I read once: It told you about how a robot thought a human was just like a robot. This very strong yet short story is called Humans are different. I personally thought that it was very truthful. I thought that it told how everything makes mistakes, even the ‘never wrong’ robots. I found it very sad when this robot killed the last human. And if you read this story you would see that this robot is truly sorry that this human was killed. All because he didn’t know that if you don’t have enough information you will most likely get the project or anything wrong.

If you watch any TV show you will probably see that most of the problems that happen are because of lack of information. But it doesn’t stop in TV, in your life you have probably gotten some toy or something that you came to realize that it was stupid to buy it in the first place. That happened to me because I thought the toys that my friend had were the coolest, but when I got them they turned out to just be a bunch of junk. Plus, in most of the TV shows I watch lack of information is the cause of most of the problems.

Well as it turns out, if you don’t have the right amount of information you can do things incorrectly. I am still teaching myself to stop buying what looks cool to the eye and read some reviews of it. But I ask you this, have you ever gotten something that you later regretted to buy? But the good thing is that you can always learn from an mistake. Just like Thomas Edison said, ‘I didn’t fail, I just found 1000 ways that didn’t succeed.’ So remember, mistakes are part of life, just make sure next time you pick up that new drill at LOWES ask people if they have it or look for reviews.

Anything Can Be Creepy

Author’s Note- This is a piece showing the creepiness in a old home.

A gust of wind blew through my hair and my younger brother’s hair too. We were going to our Grandmother’s house which was built back in 1975. As we walked in we had to go up some stairs, of course my brother asked “Do we have to go up the rickety stairs, big bro”? “Of course we do, so we can get Mom’s medicine” I replied. As we went up we could see dirt and dust falling off of the stairs. “I don’t feel safe” My little brother told me as he was shaking. “Don’t worry, we are almost there.” I told him with confidence. But then he shrieked. “What’s the matter”! I shouted. “I....I...um....I thought something grabbed my leg” he mumbled. As we got to the top, my brother sat down and said “I’m not going anywhere else in this creepy house”. I replied by saying “Fine, no really, I’ll just wait for the shadow monsters to come and eat you up”. My brother was right back up. After we got the medicine, we went back outside to see the fresh air and sunlight.”You know, this is one very beautiful moment right here. and as we walked home the sun dipped down into the ocean it looked. But we didn’t stop, because we had about one mile to go.

Mocs are my life

Author's Note- This is a introduction to a story that won't be written. Pay attention to the descriptive words in this piece

Boom!

“What are you doing Tahu!” Toa Gali-Nuva shouted as loud as she could.

“I’m saving all of you....now run!” Toa Tahu-Nuva yelled with pain in his voice. And once Tahu took all of the dark energy into him he literally vaporized into nothing but air. We all would miss him dearly. But he would be able to see his dead friends in the death realm. Including Turaga Vakama, Toa Pohatu-Nuva, and Toa Kopaka-Nuva

“We will all miss you Tahu” Lewa-Nuva whispered. And so it was told in the scrolls of fire, Toa Tahu-Nuva would be the last of the fire matoran and the lava matoran would rise from their slumber. Now you know the story of BIONICLE.

Bionicles: a customizable action figure are a favored toy for me and thousands of people throughout the world. There are stopmotions of them, movies, three of them, and then one of the best parts, Mocing.

Mocing is when you are creating something totally original. Moc actually stands for My Own Creation-MOC. I have made plenty of mocs over the years, but I have a very special one and that is a self MOC. A self MOC is when you create a moc that is supposed to represent you in the bionicle universe.

I will usually include custom weapons and masks. Some of them are for my friends though. But it lets me know that they can help me with mocing. Plus they are voice actors for my stopmotion.

I personally need to do a lot of work so that mine is a custom body and other limbs too, but what I really want to do is make a stopmotion series for my bionicle MOCs. It helps me show my creativity to the world, but if the LEGO Corporation didn’t think of Bionicles, I would be very sad, because Bionicles are pretty much my life and favorite toy. Plus this lets people make custom stories

Things Never Change

Author's Note- This is a story of a kid with the most messed up life possible. Pay attention to the Dialog in this piece.

“Wake up you little brat!” Jorge yelled at me, but I could barely hear it through my earmuffs.

“Wake up!” he yelled again, but this time with a gigantic shake. As I awoke from my horrid dream, I felt a burning sensation in my lower throat area; something was coming up and it would not be pretty.

“I got him up, mom!” Jorge shouted out my bedroom door.

“Get some clothes on. Mom is crying her eyes out and she is asking for you,” Jorge ordered me.

After he slammed the door, I threw up all over my bed and my floor, and I knew that I had to hurry up and get dressed. I tried to stand, but I fell right down into my pukey mess. Soon I was calling my mother for help -- She never came, so I had to crawl out of my stained PJ’s and get a new tee-shirt and some shorts. Once again, I felt a burning in my throat.

“Oh go --” was all I could say as the hot liquid came running out my mouth and onto my already filthy bed. Now I regretted not telling my mother how I felt  the night before. As I cleaned my bed and ran down stairs, I saw my mother sitting at the table crying.

“What’s wrong, Mom?” I asked quickly.

A little out of breath from crying she asked me why I had my sheets with me.

“I...um...I threw up all over my room,” I confessed. Then she got up and hugged me for a good minute or two and finally came out about what was wrong.

New Beginnings

NEW BEGINNINGS

Author's Note- This is a story about death and sadness. Look for the emotion of all of the characters.

It was the end of November. The days we getting shorter and the temperatures were dropping. And at the end of the street there were police cars and news vans lined up in a perfect order so that no one could see anything.

It didn’t happen until 10:00 PM when I turned on the channel 2 action news. That was where I heard the reporter say,

“Today at exactly 3:07 PM a little five year old child died from an unknown disease.” After that I shut off the T.V. and thought how that family must have really felt. But as I looked outside the chilling winds must have grabbed onto a kid’s hat and fell on my porch. I stood up and walked outside to pick it up when a young woman came up to me and said that hat was her son’s as I gave it to her. I could see the tears dripping off her face like a broken faucet. She asked if she could come inside. Of course I said yes.

“I’m sorry you have to have me here.” The woman told me as she turned on the television.

“It is no problem ma’am” I replied. But as I looked at her and my T.V. screen I realized that she was the mother of the dead child. I thought of what I could say, but nothing came to mind. So all I said was,

“Sorry”

“About what?” she weeped out.

“Your son” I replied. That was the breaking point for her, she bursted into tears. And like a slap to my face I realized that she missed him dearly. I wanted to comfort her but I didn’t know how to.

“Can I do anything to help” I asked gently. It took her awhile to answer but she finally said,

“You can leave me alone” With that said I felt like telling her to leave, but instead I left the house to go on the porch. I saw no stars or moon that night. Only darkness. I guess it suited for how this day was. Yet I could see the weeping willow trees and my overgrown lawn. Funny, I thought about how I could see the things I almost never see but I couldn’t see the things I see everyday.

Winter Poem

Author's note- This is a poem for a Christmas card I never made

The sky is filled with the fluffy white puffs
You see the children smile while they play.
You take up a clump of snow and throw it.
It hits your best friend and that means war.
Everything is at peace until a giant pile of snow falls on you.
You see that it was a snowman’s head, you would love to rebuild with help.
And of course you come in at the end of the day to get some hot cocoa
-Nathan B.

Something Special

Author's note- This is about creatures from a newly discovered universe 

Snow falling against my rough dry skin. Watching my friends build my snow fort. Feeling it against my silky tail. Then again, maybe it was my wings. But really the best part of the Snuic time of the year is the gug. Ah Gug, raw, leathery, goodness. But sadly, my overs don’t like me going with my friends. Mostly because of the Uggers they own. But then again it could be because they have no overs. But I doubt that. “Hey, hey Rugger” I tried to shout. “Hmm….” I thought out loud. “Maybe I can get to him some other way” I said to myself. Then I found it, a melk.  “YES”! I shouted way to loud.

A Chance In A Lifetime

Author's note- this is a story about a kid with special powers, and this is when he first learns about the powers



Running, running was all I knew. I mean I...I.. just never could have defended myself from those 9th graders. But then I thought about my friends who I left behind, and I felt so terrible for doing that, but then, of course, my pride took over. wasn’t like normal kids, I had.....special powers.....I guess you could say that.But back to my story. As I walked to those....those...behemoths, I yelled, “Hey ugly, come and beat up a man”! Then as those 9th graders walked up to me all of the bravery I had in me fell out like wet cement.
“What did the little 6th grader call himself, a M..A..N”! one of them shouted.
I knew I had it coming, until a light flashed out of my chest. I heard them scraping against the concrete, but they didn’t stand a chance for this....this, vacuum of light?, A white hole? Well, I had no clue what in the world happened, but when that light was gone, my friends were in total awe. But the worst part was, my Dad saw the whole thing, and there, at that moment, I knew I was toast.
All he said was “Get in now”. So when I got in, it was silent until we were about two miles away from the school grounds. “Great....this is just great”, my Dad decided to say. “What is it Dad?” I asked. x

Trust Can Be Difficult

Author's note- This is a newer song by one of my favorite bands Nickelback


In the song Lullaby by Nickelback, the main singer is telling you about a dear friend who is trying to commit suicide. This song is told by Chad Kroeger, the lead singer. He is telling this one person that suicide is never the answer, and that if she can hear him, he should turn up the radio and call him. And it is making Chad very nervous and scared for her because she could have committed suicide already.

As you can see, the point of view of a song forces the person to see only one side of the topic or topics in the song. In lullaby, Chad’s perspective makes you feel sad for this girl he cares about. So in conclusion, Lullaby is a heartwarming tale about people caring about each other.

One way that Chad’s point of view helps is that he is expressing his true emotions when it comes to someone he cares about. All of this will definitely make you feel bad for Chad and this girl.  

However, the person listening to this song would feel a bit different if this song was in the point of view of the girl who might commit suicide. Because she would say that the world doesn’t care for her at all or that no one cares about anyone ever. And it might make people uncomfortable.

As you can see, the point of view of a song forces the person to see only one side of the topic or topics in the song. In lullaby, Chad’s perspective makes you feel sad for this girl he cares about. So in conclusion, Lullaby is a heartwarming tale about people caring about each other.