POV of a $100 Bill

My day started off like any other day. Folded three times in some random persons wallet. This is an odd experience but I enjoy it. With the time I get to spend with them I get to know them pretty well. I learn their name, address, age, credit card info, and what their kids look like. Today I heard my owner good job and then pulled me out. I hate getting pulled out, it's so comfortable inside a wallet. He handed me over to the excited kid, and a smile appeared on his face. He seemed like a nice young lad, but what he did with me after his father left was awful. He immediately ran tot the store and bought a video game, a phone case, and a lot of candy. How stupid could someone be? He just received me today and already spent all of me. I liked my old owner better. Now I reside in a small vault with many of my own kind. It's peaceful in here.

Review of Spanish Class

Spanish class is one of the few classes I love this year. The other one is English of course. The material Mrs. Philips teaches is very gripping to me. It just sucks me in and its hard for me to not pay attention. Once you get the feeling of being able to answer questions correctly in Spanish with full sentences, it's just such a fulfilling feeling. Spanish isn't just all sunshine and rainbows though. When you get a question wrong, you feel so embarrassed. For example during the first week or two I pronounced Mayo like "mayo" from mayonnaise. I'm haunted by a handful of memories like that. They're gut-retching and painful just to think about. All in all though, I think I honestly would give Spanish (so far) an 8/10 rating. Although if we lived in a perfect world and were never wrong, that could easily be a high rating.

Potato Barn

If I had the chance to be the owner of my own restaurant, it would specialize in potatoes. I choose this food specifically because it's one of my favorites. There's so many different things you could do with them. I think it's a safe guess that that is why so many people chose it during the voting. Who doesn't love potatoes? (That's a rhetorical question.) You can fry them, bake them, saute them, turn them into soup, and many more. That leads me into the menu that I had in mind for my restaurant.

1. French Fries 
2. Steak Fries
3. Potato Waffles
4. Potato Wedges
5. Baked Potatoes
6. Potato Skins
7. Tater Tots
8. Mashed Potatoes
9. Hash Browns
10. Sauteed Potatoes
11. Potato Pierogi
12. Potato Chips
13. Potato Salad
14. Potato Soup 
15. Scalloped Potatoes

Of course on top of all of that there would be drinks that would range from the fountain to the fanciest of wine. Also would be additional sides like gravy, butter, cheese, chili, and many other traditional sides that would go with potatoes. Honestly I'd be very excited to see how successful this restaurant could end up, if it would rise or drop. Based off the class votes, about 1/3 of the class voted for this. These statistics show me that in the real world, it would probably have a lot of business.

I'm just gonna copyright this now just to be safe.

Jack

My name isn't too special. It's not like it's a very popular name; but what I mean is that there's no fancy way of making it roll off your tongue. The "ck" at the end makes it sound like it's a car going full speed ahead, and then all of a sudden it slams into a brick wall and utterly stops the car in its tracks. In my opinion, it just murders the flow of the word. Despite how much I hate it, I'm actually grateful for my name. It's slang for the word "man", how much more macho and masculine could that be? How I got my name is actually a funny story. I asked my mom one day about why I was named Jack, and she simply responded, "It wasn't me, ask your sister." As it turns out, my sister was actually the one who named me. My parents were originally going to name me River, after the actor River Phoenix.  My sister was four and a half years old at the time of my birth, and she was madly in love with the movie "Titanic", starring Leonardo DiCaprio as the character Jack Dolphin. She was the one that made the final decision that my name was going to be Jack, like Jack Dolphin. Just like that. BOOM, Jack was now my name for the rest of my life, all at the doings of a 4 year old. The movie Titanic is actually one of the associations people make with my name. Whenever I tell somebody that my name is Jack, they usually ask, "Oh, like from Titanic?" I guess it's not necessarily a bad thing, Titanic was a great movie. But I'm also associated with Jack and the Beanstalk, Jack Sprat, Jack-o-lanterns, and of course the saying, "Hit the road Jack, and don't come back." Things like that actually get pretty annoying after a while, but it's something I just have to deal with. In the end, I'm happy with my name. I'm glad my parents agreed with my sister, or else I'd be named River. I can't even imagine the humility I would've face growing up with a name like that. I don't think I've ever even had another Jack in any of my schools, without counting nicknames. Even though me and my sister go through our rough times, I think I'll always be grateful for the decision that she made 15 and a half years ago; one that has probably completely changed the outcome of my life and childhood.






POETIC DEVICES:

1.) "The "ck" at the end makes it sound like it's a car going full speed ahead, and then all of a sudden it slams into a brick wall and utterly stops the car in its tracks."   

SIMILE.

2.) " much more macho and masculine" 

ALLITERATION.

3.) "BOOM"

ONOMATOPOEIA.

12 Chickens

If I could own a horse, cow, or a dozen chickens, I would choose the chickens. I would because you can eat them. Slaughter them and make a nice stew out of them. You can grill them, or fry them. If you dont want to eat the chickens themselves, you can always collect their eggs and eat their eggs, without getting rid of the chickens. Finally the last thing you can do with them is breed them. Doing this will get you even more chickens. Then you can sell them and trade them, and eventually get a horse from someone else. Choosing the chickens allows you to get all of the benefits both of the other options give you, but with more flexibility with what you want to do them. 

A Pinata's Point of View

Jimmy and his mother tore my helpless body to shreds with his mother. I was completely defense from the tiny little hands of a toddler. They started dipping me into a warm liquid substance and began to paste my body parts together in the shape of some kind of godly being. It wasn't the most detailed but I could tell I looked like some kind of cave bat, but one that has mutated into the form of a human. "What kind of sick creatures would make a voodoo doll out somebody?" I thought to myself. Finally when they were done piecing me together they let me sit in solitude in a cold, dark room. During this period I did some thinking and realized what was happening. What other fate did I have though? This is my destiny. Slowly but surely, my skin began to become tight and crisp like a potato chip. The child and its mother walked back into the room, staring me down with a harsh eye. They cut a small whole in my back and started to fill me with a bunch of treats. I was very confused. I was a voodoo doll, but they were stuffing me with filling at the same time, perhaps for some time of roast. Like before, I didn't struggle, I accepted my fate. I was never one to question one's own fate, no matter how gruesome. They started to thread a fine line through the previously made incision, sowing me up like Frankenstein, a horrible monster made up of scraps of body parts. Some kind of science experiment gone wrong. Over top of my stitches they attached loop, in which they strung another thread through; this one seemed thicker and sturdier. They brought me outside to some kind of altar, maybe to sacrifice me? I was very dazed and did not fully comprehend what was happening due to the sharp pain in my back. They tossed the thick string over top of a post coming off of the altar, maybe 10 or so feet off the ground. I was secured very tightly, to make sure I didn't try to escape. From this sky altar, I could see a bunch of little baby humans, eating their sweet party treat glazed with frosting. Is this what I was going to be? A sweet treat for a bunch of toddler? I still had a very sharp pain in my back, and it was getting worse every second. The mother human walked over to me, not noticing the pain in my eyes. She called over her young and gave them each a war club and some kind of visor that impaired their vision. I don't understand why they would handicap themselves for a battle when they are all so very young. The first child steps up, swinging blindly into the area around me. He scored a tiny hit, but nothing to to brag about. I received a small dent in my side. Three more children stepped up and did the same thing. Finally they brought out their champion, who you could tell ate too much at the previous activity. He wound up his arms, and swung with such brutal force that nothing could stop the force. He made contact with me, and I was pulverized into a bunch of little pieces. I was scattered all over the land, my fillings were spilling out everywhere. In a huge rush, all of the children ran over to my insides, picking them up and stuffing their faces with me. Is this what my life had come to? To become nothing more than just a mere snack for overly spoiled children? My real question was, how could something so cute and harmless, be so barbaric and gruesome to something as innocent as me? What did I do to deserve that?

TIME STAMP: 11:57

Something I Would Never Do

There are a lot of things that I would not do, and out of that humongous list, would definitely be having kids. Not only are kids annoying and just at terrible thing, but they definitely not cost effective. Yeah you get to continue on your family name, but is it REALLY worth it? I think not. You actually have to put up with them, while making sure you raise them right. That way they don't turn out as serial killers and what not. For example you need to give it attention, food, love, and everything else that I don't have time for. It's just too much work. I might just being saying this because I'm 15, and I'm sure a lot of people a lot of people actually like kids and want to have some of their own. I also might just be scared to have kids because of them turning out like me. It'd be cool at first to have a tiny little version of you, but it might be kind of creepy. Also the financial commitment seems pretty scare as well. Do you know how much it costs for a little thing for your baby to use the restroom in? A lot. Do you know how much baby formula and food costs? A lot. Do you know how much it costs to continuously buy your baby clothes every month because they're growing so fast? A lot. I don't have actual numbers at hand of the prices, but I've been complained to a lot from my parents about how much of a hassle kids are. Sometimes people make mistakes and end up in the situation where they're going to be a mommy or a daddy. Nobody is perfect, but my recommendation would just to be not to put yourself at the risk at all until you're financially, emotionally, and physically ready for your own baby. If you do get put into that situation, I'd suggest to try your hardest and devote the majority of your time to your baby. Just try to make ends meet financially, and then attempt to keep yourself emotionally together as you will be feeling a landslide of emotions. If you're at a young age some people might chide you for your actions but just ignore them, and be the best darn parent you can be; and give your child the best life you possibly can.

TIME STAMP: 11:12PM

The 3 People I Would Invite Over

If I could have 3 people come over for coffee, I would invite Kim Kardashian, Kendall Jenner, and Nicki Minaj. I chose these three because they're all so fine. Like, I would marry all three of them in a heartbeat. Especially Kendall, oh my gosh. I would trudge through 300 miles of Legos in 106 degree weather; I'm serious. I would give up my first born child just to meet one of them in person. Anyway, I would give Kim the mustache mug just because that's what she would have if she forgot to wax that peach fuzz. Kendall would get a mug with me and her in a selfie together cut out in the shape of a heart, cause you know, were meant to be. Finally, Nicki would get a mug with an anaconda on it, because she got buns, hun.

TIME STAMP: 11:47

One Memory I Could Bottle Up

If I could bottle up one memory to be able to open and remember whenever I wanted, I would have to say the time my family and I went on vacation to Disney World. I choose this memory cause it was the last time my family had a big vacation event, and it brings back good memories just thinking about it. 

I was just 8 or 9 years old, but my sister being 4 and a half years older was 12-13 years old. Anyway, I was extremely excited when my parents first told me that we we're going. It was extremely exciting, I think everyone can agree that Disney World is every kid's fantasy. I'm glad I went back then because looking back now I don't think I would've enjoyed it very much if I was the age I am now. We decided to drive there instead of flying to save money. I think it was a big mistake because it was the last time we every drove that far. A 20 hour drive will make you go from 100 to 0 very quick. It felt like an eternity in that car, and the suspense of getting their didn't make it any better. My sister and I shared the back seat while my dad drove the entire way. We only made about a total of 6 stops maybe, once every couple hours to stretch, use the restroom, and of course eat. 

When we got there it was even cooler than I thought it would be. We stayed in the Polynesian Hotel, a tiki themed building. There were many other choices of places to stay, but they were way too busy and cluttered. The one we had picked was very relaxing, right on a beach with a nice pool and water slide in the shape of a volcano. Every day we'd wake up and plan what we'd want to do, where to eat, what to see. One of my favorite restaurants was the hibachi grill, and I still to the day love eating at hibachi restaurants. On the vacation I ate filet mignon six out of the seven days I was there. We also frequently visited the water parks and main attractions. 

TIME STAMP: 11:56PM