5. Mix things up. Even doing the way I learn best, if done ALL the time, will get boring, and boredom leads to zoning out, which obviously leads to a lack of learning!

4. Computers are great! Doing something other than the traditional really gets my attention and makes me want to try whatever it is you want me to try.

3. Discussion within short periods of time are really good.

2. Hands on activities are great. Something that we can take part in in a way other than notes or writing. Maybe acting something out.

1. DO NOT LECTURE ME. You might be saying something extremely important but if you stick it into the middle of a lecture I will not hear you. Short talks are fine, but ixnay on the 30 minute lectures.

It is used when you want to put two things together that COULD be separate sentences, but you want them to be the SAME sentence. For example: I like pink shirts; my brother likes blue shirts. Super simple, but effective. The two sentences on either side of the semi-colon are called CLAUSES. A colon is easier to explain. A colon is this —–> : and its job is to introduce things like lists. For example:

You will need: a eggs, milk, flower, baking soda, etc.

Grammar is way harder then it needs to be. Why bother making things so complicated when you can say things simply? One question I would REALLY like answered is who invented grammar and why? I can understand general rules, but not super specific rules that seemingly do nothing to promote the actual quality of writing. *Sigh* Oh well.

I taught her to jump up and down banks, jump into water (when the weather warmed up) and how to jump in a small arena. She had never done any of this before. I call her the Evil Pony (along with everyone else in the barn) because if she doesn’t respect you she will buck, kick, take off, run out of jumps, or flat out refuse to move at all. Trying to MAKE 1400 lbs of thick skinned attitude move will teach you the meaning of WORK.

I experienced moments of extreme frustration as well as those of triumph. My training program took me all the way to my first show, and I’m now taking it to the next level in hopes of having a succesfull showing career with my little mare =) Even though it was tough, the lessons I learned from Amaretto (my horse) will definately stick with me. This was a tough but rewarding personal curriculum.

 I met some friends that I’m never going to forget. We had good times together and were totaly spontaneous and didn’t worry about what other people would think. We slept in Falena’s living room, tied a cat bed to someone, and then couldn’t get it off. We also learned things NOT to do, like sneak out of the house wearing hot pink pajama pants. Why no pink pajama pants? It makes old ladies in nice cars stick HALF OF THEIR BODY out of the car and stare at you at stopsigns wondering where you are going at ONE in the morning all alone carrying your shoes because they kept falling off. I learned that you will have severe paranoia when walking through a dark field at night where creepy people have been known to chill. I learned that you can say no to something, you can gain more respect then you would have gotten otherwise. I learned that I am more spontaneous then I thought: I learned that my friends changed me for the better. I learned to do things on the spur of the moment (like flinging rice out of a spoon at someone in the lunch room) and it will create a great memory to look back on. I learned not to let your possesions or your relationships define you. I learned that its hard to remain YOU when everyone wants you to be someone else but you can do it. I learned that trying to walk up bloods acting like a crypt would have got me in a LOT OF TROUBLE if not for my friends. I learned that you had better make sure your friends know that a door DOESN’T LOCK before the try making out behind it. I learned that your friends always have your back even when you don’t think you need them. I learned that the Lucky Charms song does NOT say “don’t forget the red baloons”. I learned that Declan doesn’t recieve gifts of panty hose very well, but he will wear a pink crown and run and spy-role down the aisle at a serious event with parents watching. Having a squirt bottle fight in Math class with Eric complete with ninja rolls is a bad idea! Using “I WILL BITE YOU!!!” as a threat to a guy doesnt work. They will twist it into something nasty! Even big kids love Disney and Veggie Tales! Reading a note that has classified material in the open is a dangerous operation. It WILL get stolen. I learned that sometimes it takes a while to see through what people want you to see into who they really are but it is worth it. I learned that holding you tongue is a skill that should be practiced more often. I learned that pool parties at someones house are amazing. I learned that if you want something, you better work for it. I learned that you really do need to manage your time, or you start hyperventilating.

First, they insert little microchips into little girls, infecting them with an irresistable obsession with “horses.” They beg until you get them lessons ($cha-ching$). Then, they want to flaunt their new-found skills in shows. You enter them in classes ($cha-ching$). Then, they want their OWN horse. Dad caves in ($cha-ching$). You buy the “horse.” You buy it tack. Your “horse” gets a sore back. You have a saddle fitter out ($cha-ching$) who tells you that you need new tack. Your daughter wants her tack to be edged in PINK but there is no pink tack available that will fit both her and the “horse.” You have to custom order ($cha-ching$). The “horse” goes lame in one foot. You have the vet out to take a look ($cha-ching$). The vet tells you that the horse merely has a stone in its hoof, removed it, and then tells you that your daughter should have been more carefull with her horse on rocky terrain. You ground your daughter for carelessness, so she can’t ride for a week. However, the “horse” must be ridden. You pay someone else to ride the “horse” for a week ($cha-ching$). Your daughter is back. She is now good enough to be in the next level of shows, which requre formal atire. You buy the velvet covered helmet, white gloves, creme breaches, black hunt coat, and black dressage boots required. ($cha-ching$)($cha-ching$)($cha-ching$)($cha-ching$). You credit card is smoking. Your “horse” goes lame and you are informed that he can’t handle this level of eventing. You need to upgrade to a better, more expensive “horse.” ($cha-ching$). ($cha-ching$)

 Guessed the vacume yet? And this isn’t even HALF of the expenses of owning a “horse.” The government is tricky. Together, we must come with a plan to thwart it! Suggestions, anyone? Meanwhile, I’m off to give bute (a drug) to my own “horse” because shes lame in her front left foot…

What is up with everyone wanting to be a black (or even a white) pimp/gangster? What is so great about it? Do you all really buy into that fake TV life that they all SEEM to have? If you all think they’re so great you are delusional.

Posers; first off, you don’t sound like them at all, even if you say the exact same things that they do. You can’t pull it off, so please spare our ears and stop trying. Second, (if you haven’t figured this out already) you don’t look cool, you look stupid. VERY stupid. If you ever happen to meet a gangster and you talk like that, they would definitely shoot you just so they didn’t have to hear your poser voice again. Harsh? Maybe. But seriously, this world is becoming a world of 10% gangsters, 70% wannabe gangsters, and 20% “normal” people. Ugh. So do the world a favor, GET A REAL PERSONALITY.

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dumpsters

trash cans

porta pottys

judges

umbrellas

blankets

at times other horses

flags

flowery fences

treew blowing in the wind

you

shadows (no joke, even their own)

reflections

papers

plastic bags

arena entrances

loudspeakers

dogs

little kids

ponies (a lot of horses are affraid of ponies. why? we may never know.)

dressage whips

jumping bats

show ground stalls

barn doors

cats

wow, that list could go on forever! on second thought, maybe I should have asked what are horses NOT afraid of…

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• syntactical-deductive: introduces the logical consequence, or effect, of a fact stated before
• syntactical-descriptive: introduces a description; in particular, explicits the elements of a set
• appositive: introduces a sentence with the role of apposition with respect to the previous one
• segmental: introduces a direct speech, in combination with quotation marks and dashes.

This last was once a common means of indicating an unmarked quotation on the same line (from the Fowlers’ grammar book, The King’s English)

Benjamin Franklin proclaimed the virtue of frugality:— A penny saved is a penny earned.

A colon may also be used for the following:

• introduction of a definition

A: the first letter in the Latin alphabet

Hypernym of a word: a word having a wider meaning than the given one; e.g. vehiclecar is a hypernym of

• separation of the chapter and the verse number(s) indication in many references to religious scriptures, and also epic poems; it was also used for chapter numbers in roman numerals

John 3:14–16 (or John iii:14–16) (cf. chapters and verses of the Bible)

The Qur’an, Sura 5:18

• separation when reporting time of the day (cf. ISO 8601)

The concert finished at 23:45

This file was last modified today at 11:15:05

• separation of a title and the corresponding subtitle

Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope

• separation of clauses in a periodic sentence

In English, a colon may be followed either by a capital letter or by a lower case letter, as the author prefers (unless a capital letter is necessary for a proper noun).^{[citation needed]} No particular consistency is required within a given text, although it is assumed that use of both capital letters and lower case letters after colons, in a single given text, would serve some purpose in communicating the author’s desired meaning, rather than simply reflecting carelessness.

WHAT THE HECK DOES THAT MEAN!? the explainer automatically asumes that i know what all kinds of things used in the explanation are. i dont. i wonder if the have grammar for dummies…

Im in no way a fan of ‘hands off’ parenting (even as a “rebellious” little 14 year old). In fact, I think that kids need structure, punishment, etc. However, totally protecting your kids from every mistake will lead them to make MUCH bigger ones when they are off on their own, and really not do them any favors in the long run.

*this post was by SilverLining and RubyRedSlippers

2. Write two pieces in a format or genre I have never used before (or one that I am not vey good at).

3. Study a training program for my horse, study it, and then complete it.

What I need:

1) A grammar book, and I can also search online sites like Wikipedia for information.

2) Books to study other writers styles, and books specifically (or online sites) about writing in certain genres.

3) A training program (I already ordered one. It include books, DVD’s, etc.)

p.s. before you start telling me i have too much free time, i ussualy have NONE! but im grounded. *ugh* it STINKS. so yes, as you can tell, youd better never let me get bored again…

She stares at the wall. It was more than she could have ever asked for. Then, with one crash, one car, one screech of brakes, one trip to the hospital, it was gone.

Gone.

So completely it was like it had never existed. The only thing left were memories. Of a park. Of the movies. Of laughing when they got locked out of the house in the rain. She cries until she loses her breath, and then keeps crying. Tears fall off her eyelashes like shattered diamonds. She slammed her fist into the window, hoping her physical pain will lessen her mental pain. It doesnt. Not even as a bruise start to appear on her fist. She rests her head against the window. Small snowflakes wander through the gap of air between cool clouds and frozen ground. She watches them fall. She used to love the snow. Not anymore. She had loved life with everything she had, but that love had been stripped away with more ease then picking up a pencil. She cant even fall asleep the pain hurts so bad. She hasnt slept for days. Nothing she does quiets her thoughts. All the what ifs and the whys. She lives in a waking dream, filled with only memories. She keeps going over them again and again, afraid that if she stops then she’ll lose them. The only thing she has left. She hears her little siblings playing with the dog downstairs. Before, she would have played with them. Not anymore. She cant stand being around people. People who say the understand what its like to lose someone, and that the pain will eventually fade. Their words dont mean anything at all. There empty. Empty, like her.