Catastrophe in Japan

On March 11, 2:46 pm, in a country called Japan, a crucial and devastating earthquake their nation and then was followed by a huge tsunami that destroyed copious amounts of lives and houses. Both of these catastrophes left a pang of sadness around the world and in Japan.

The final magnitude of the earthquake was 8.9 (researched by adept scientists). Hours after the disaster, the government deployed groups of people to help the missing and injured. Not even that helped facilitate the situation. Japan will never be cured from this fitful day. There are copious amounts of damage done and the tsunami never decelerated from destroying everything in its path.

Now the world is fastidiously watching what happens next to this torn up country. Thankfully a lot of countries are sending capacious planes and boats filled with food, water, and supplies over to Japan.

Pray For Japan

Paulo Alfaro
Mrs. Meadows
Period F
March 2, 2011
Lance Armstrong
It’s Not About the Bike





This memoir is all about Lance Armstrong’s life. Lance Armstrong wrote this memoir in a way that shows every detail of his life, the hard time, the sad times, the good times.

This memoir is organized in a way that it starts you off from his early childhood and talking about his relationship with his mom and how strong it was. He goes on explaining about how his career as a cyclist started and all the triathlons he won.
Then tells us about how cancer almost ruined his career. Later on he tells us about how he won the Tour de France. He also talks about how he met his wife.

Lance Armstrong came to know about himself is that not every time things will go his way, that sometime things will try to hold you back, but you will have to keep on fighting.

I thought this memoir was very inspiring and I am sure it has made many teenagers to try sports and give it all they have. I loved how he explained little by little how he went growing up with his bikes and how he ended up being so famous by never quitting and giving it all he had. I also liked that he never stop talking about how grateful he was with what he had.

What Lance realized about himself at the end of this book was that everything he got through out his life, all the hard times of his career, and all good times he had, brought him to where he is now, a champion.

Lines I loved
1.) I made an acronym out of the word: Courage, Attitude, Never give up, Curability, and Remembrance of my fellow patients.
2.) I don’t do anything slow, not even breathe.

What I believe

I believe that everyone has a talent,
and with it comes a great opportunity

I believe in football,
its a real mans sport

I believe that friends bring happiness,
and so does family

I believe that technology is taking over the world,
and nature is being left behind

I believe in junk food,
although I know nutrition comes first

I believe that your past will determine your future,
even if you try to hide it

I believe a sibling can hurt you,
yet you still love her

I believe Yo-Momma jokes are disrespectful,
but funny

I believe in Christmas,
and that everyone deserves a gift

I believe in speed stick,
because, hey, I'm cool!

The Assasination of Micheal Armstrong

After a few years past, the boring man from Los Angeles decided to go back to his home in Chile and assimilate to his Latin people again. Micheal Armstrong new it would be a hard challenge because he had not seen his friends in over 40 years, but he was up for it.

Although his wife made dissension, saying that he should not go, because it would be a waste of time, Micheal didn't care, he missed his people. Once he got to Chile, the people immediately started lionizing him. He was loved by everyone except the President, he said Micheal was taking all the attention.

September 1, 1997, the President made a simple plan: to kill Micheal. The worst part was that he knew the consequences of this act. September 2, 1997, Micheal was assassinated in a bridge near the capital of Chile. No one knew who killed him, so they meticulously searched for every detail in the bridge until they found a fingerprint of the president. The people got so mad that they killed the president.

It had to be Holden!

Paulo Alfaro

December 6, 2010

Mrs. Meadows

Periods C/D

Holden, he is one talkative, annoying kid. I was eating in this fancy restaurant called Sushi Itto, right by Central park. I had ordered tofu, sushi, and a lot more. I was eating by myself, calmly listening to the wind blow throw the tress of the park. It was just great. Suddenly I saw a familiar person throwing rocks at a lagoon full of ducks. He had this red hunting hat if I’m not mistaken. He also had this scary grimace while throwing rocks at the ducks.

Minutes later I got this avid desire that haunted me to see who was this familiar person, so I had no alternative but go and find out. I stood up and started walking towards him. Finally I got to him, and immediately I saw who it was, Holden Caulfield, the kid I met in elementary.

“Holden?” I asked, “Is that you? Caulfield?” He turned around and looked at me with this profound, what seemed like an interminable strange attitude.

“Who the hell are you?” He asked with this irascible voice, as if he was busy with what he was doing.

“Paulo, Paulo Alfaro!”

“Oh, yeah you, want to go for a drink?”

“Ok, I guess.” I walked to Sushi Itto with him. He ordered one drink, then 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and a lot more. I was getting scared. I thought he had changed. I was starting to abhor Holden.

I got tired and told him to stop drinking, but it was a bad idea, because he went on this stupid tirade and rebuked me, on something I didn’t pay attention to. He had rankled me, I had enough. I just stormed out of Sushi Itto, it seemed as if I had embarked on a endless journey; I didn’t turn back.

I hate that bastard. He just ruined my day! I totally regret saying hello to Holden, because it ended up putting me into a lackadaisical mood. Although I acted pretty serene, I wasn’t. In an electrifying moment I felt as if I wanted to extricate his mouth from his face in the brusquest way, so he would stop talking so much garbage. This was one awful night with Holden.

It had to be Holden!

Paulo Alfaro

December 6, 2010

Mrs. Meadows

Periods C/D

Holden, he is one talkative, annoying kid. I was eating in this fancy restaurant called Sushi Itto right by Central park. I had ordered tofu, sushi, and a lot more. I was eating by myself, calmly listening to the wind blow throw the tress of the park. It was just great. Suddenly I saw a familiar person throwing rocks at a lagoon full of ducks. He had this red hunting hat if I’m not mistaking. He also had this scary grimace while throwing rocks at the ducks.

Minutes later I got this avid desire that haunted me to see who was this familiar person, so I had no alternative but go and find out. I stood up and started walking to him. Finally I got to him, and immediately I saw him, Holden Caulfield, the kid I met in elementary.

“Holden?” I asked, “Is that you? Caulfield?” He turned around and looked at me with this profound, interminable face.

“Who the hell are you?” Hr asked with this irascible voice, as if he was busy in what he was doing.

“Paulo, Paulo Alfaro!”

“Oh, yeah you, want to go for a drink?”

“Ok, I guess.” I walked to Sushi Itto with him. He ordered one drink, the 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and a lot more. I was getting scared. I thought he had changed. I was starting to abhor Holden.

I got tired and told him to stop drinking, but it was a bad idea, because he went on this stupid tirade and rebuked me, on something I didn’t pay attention to. He had rankled me, I had enough. So I just embarked out of Sushi Itto and didn’t turn back.

I hate that bastard. That just ruined my day! I totally regret saying hello to Holden, because it ended up putting me into a lackadaisical mood. Although I acted pretty serene, I wasn’t. I wanted to extricate his mouth from his face in a brusque way, so he could stop talking so much crap. This was one electrifying night with Holden

Book Review: Bud, not Buddy

Paulo Alfaro

Bud, not Buddy

By: Christopher Paul Curtis

This book, written in the first person point of view, is very funny and exciting, but at the same time very sad. Bud is a 10-year-old boy living in an orphanage in the 1930’s and he has nowhere to go. He just has one personal belonging: His suitcase his mother gave him full of interesting stuff right after she died, when he was a little boy. Inside the suitcase there are very important things for Bud. Things like his blanket, a photo of his mom, a flyer that he is not sure what it is, a pocket knife, and colorful rocks. Bud does not trust anybody and therefore he doesn’t give the suitcase to anyone. One day he took a look at the flyer in his suitcase and it had a name, and an address. From that day on he goes in search of him, thinking it’s his dad. The place he is looking for: Grand Rapids. (The city next to his town.) It will be a dangerous trip. Being a black kid and walking in the streets alone in the 1930’s isn’t very safe due to racism. He travels at night when no one can see him. He meets this very nice guy who is heading to Grand Rapids and is able to take him. He is taken to the exact same place the flyer says. And then he finally meets the mystery man: Herman E. Calloway. Is he his dad? Or is he a random person? Find out!

As I mention in the beginning, this book is funny. The main reason is because of Bud’s character. He had this very funny book he wrote that is all about lying in order to survive certain situations, and other rules he made up according to some strange beliefs he had. He hates to be called Buddy because he knows his name is Bud and his mom specifically warned him to not let anyone call him Buddy because it is a dog’s name. That’s why the book is called Bud, not Buddy; he succeeds because he will always fight for dignity. But it is also a sad story because he is an orphan, his mother died when he was very young, his dad left him when he was just a baby, he is very poor, he barely eats, and many other reasons.

I liked this book because it never got boring and it remained glued to my hands. Bud, not Buddy is one of those stories where the unexpected happens. When you are extremely sure something is going to occur, another thing happens. The protagonist and narrator, Bud, makes an incredible journey to another city alone and reaches his goal. This showed me that when you are searching for something important, not to let go, and never stop.