Bad Bad Bad....

in my old school we had a lot of fun since I was younger and we did not have as much reaponsibilitie, that was a good thing but there's a bad part of school. The bullies. There were really mean people, in my school bacause people did not like the school, (I thought it was a really good school) one day I was at the cafateria and I was sitting with my friends. We were sitting right next to the victims table. Then it happened. This big kid came to him (he was 3 or 4 grades older than him) and he started to say mean things like "You look ugly" or "This is my table now" which really they sit somewhere else. He made the kid move. After that I did not see the kid until I saw him sitting on the floor of the bathroom still crying after 40minites. I quickly used the toilet and then I asked him "aren't you suppose to be in class?" but he didn't respone.

I would say that looked very sad in his eyes because the floor he was sitting on was a little wet. This for anybody would be a very tough day, and hard to forget. But he did nothing wrong it was really sad.

Today, I would stop that, because that is not nice. I would stand up for Jeong because it was definetly not the right thing to do so now, we should stop bullying. What I would change in that situation is, that I would tell that bully that he should stop because it was there table, and he just kicked him out, when they always sat there. I t was a wrong thing, that the bully made him move

One goal I would have would be that: everyone has to be nice to one another, example: there's a new student in school and she/he is very shy, so, mostly everyone should great her/him, to make them feel welcome.
Another great goal for everyones privacy is to make themselfs more organized, to help everyones life in school.

When I Showed Courage

I was in second grade in ISKL, it was just a usual day, and I took my classes normally, the usual math, reading and writing. I was not in a bad mood but I was just in another day doing the usual and then the best part of the day came, recess.

Recess was the best part of day for any one any day, it was a beautiful time to play in the sand or the basket ball court, back then the basket ball court had sharp rocks as the floor for the court. I was just having fun playing tag (which is a game where you chase each other and if you touch someone they are the tagger) my friend was it and we started chasing each other around we were having a lot of fun playing. Until it was my turn to be chased as I ran away from my friend which was going after me and I ran towards the basket ball course and then it happened, as I ran full speed towards to the basket ball course I fell. I fell to the basket ball course and once I fell I stabbed my knee really deep. I was there on the basket ball course until the nurse and someone else carried me to the nurse’s office I cried as I went there. For me that was real courage to take a sharp rock stabbing my knee and only crying towards the nurse’s office the nurse called my mom I laid down on the little bed they had. My mom came and I went to the hospital “Gleneagles Hospital”

I was sent in my mom’s car to the hospital. We entered the hospital me and my mom went to the emergency room. First I laid there on the bed. I was in the emergency room with my mom. As the doctor gave my mom two choices, I started thinking what they were going to do to me. Then the doctor explained what they were going to do and he told me in a calm voice “We are going to put an injection on you which will make you feel numb”. They were going to inject it to my knee in the exact spot. The doctor injected me and I cried with pain it was really painful but then after a while my knee felt numb. That I would say is also courageous because resisting a shot that is exactly where it hurts, it was really painful I had to concentrate my mind on something else to get that shot, it hurt a lot. Then next they started stitching, my mom kept asking does it hurt and I always replied “No mom it does not hurt” after the whole hospital trip, which we stayed for 8-9 hours which then finally I left for home.

The next day I had to were a special bandage which made me feel less pain. I had to walk straight because of my knee for about 4 weeks, but I was lucky I got to take the elevator, then after a couple of months or so I could return to my normal life in school.

I think I was brave for resisting my pain and my mistake. This was not a pleasant time in my life but I restored my life eventually and I had a hard time in the hospital. But what I would call courage is surviving what you need to do that is what I call courage.

Source: my life

Understanding our World

Understanding the past can help us understand our world by knowing the history and to discover the new things we did in the past for example the Hominds were our early humans or versions of us they didn't have televisions they had to hunt animals to eat, drink lake water, and we just drink soda or juice or clean water, also we eat burgers, and mixed types of foods. What we know about the past helps us undersatnd about the world from the past we would want to know how we advance why we live or maybe how we lived, we want to discover new evidence about the world and our past wich makes us understand both the past and the present world. we figure out how we advanced and how we'll get to tommorow, when the future begens.