Op Ed Revisions

So, I had a pretty good rough draft done for whenever it's due, but then I decided to revise it to something a little bit more recent and popular, and I think that it fits perfectly into what this essay is about. I'll give a hint as to the subject, *cough* internet *cough*

Pathetic

So I am really bored so I am sitting on the blog. Isn't that sad? I think that officially makes me a

loser

Help?

Where is the op-ed stuff on Stariha's website? I can't find it to save my life.

MARITZA MILLAN!

You should get on facebook and email me your cell phone number...
Unless you don't mind giving it on here...
But I have some confidential controversial information for you...

CONTROVERSIAL ISSUE DISCUSSION URGENT!

So who is assigned tomorrow's discussion?  I don't have my paperwork at home on this second snow day... and I am hoping that tomorrow's group is still planning on doing their discussion tomorrow.  Help me out guys... anyone who reads this try to make sure tomorrow's group is identified and informed!  It's really hard to reschedule those...
Thanks.
Ms S

Snow Day :)

I am so happy that there was a snow day! I wasnt feeling well so I wasnt going to come to school today but this beautiful day off fixed all of those problems! It was nice to be able to work on homework for awhile and get ahead for once. I am having difficulty choicing a topic for my Op-Ed essay though because there are so many different ways that it can be taken. So, I guess I will have to keep thinking on that and figure something out fast!

'It's Like...[My] Golden Country..."

So today I was having a really hard time reading 1984. I just couldn't focus on it. So here's what I did. I put on lots of under armor, a light coat, and some big heavy boots. I put my 1984 in the pocket of my coat, and went running down my road.

When I reached the fork I "deviated" from the road and ignored the boy scout trail and ran some real cross country. I ran through huge drifts,over lots of bushes, and plowed my way through what seemed like endless patches of thorns and prickers. I fell on my face a few times, but got up and kept running.

I ran, and ran....and ran and ran andranandranandran. Until the weight of my boots over took me and the fire in my lungs was too much. Then I stopped. I walked until I found it.......The Golden Country.

Okay so it's not like the Golden Country in 1984, but it was for me. A trickling brook next to a large tree who's branches are forced into a low canopy by the weight of the sparkling white snow. The snow underneath the tree was thinner, a mere glistening of the powdery substance because the area was protected by the branches.

I took off my coat and laid it on the ground to sit. There leaning against that tree listening to the laughing of the creek beside me, I read 1984. It was very productive. I read until the bone chilling wind that cut through my clothes was too much.

And then I ran home :)