A good breakfast & biblestudy.

Morning, Of, Sep 26…

Yeah, I know, a little out of order, but I really wanted to brag about our bible class. Anyways, we had a slight breakfast of chicken-legs this morning. It was in our fourth period bible class. I rather enjoyed listening to the biblical discussion, while nibbling on the leg of a previously feathered fowl.

Bible test extention

I’d like to give Mr. M praise today. Our gracious bible teacher decided to move back our bible test today, and thus move back the Vrs quiz; because the I and my fellow class mates didn’t feel “emotionally” up to takeing it today. Thanks again Mr. M, keep up the good education, and preporation, of me and my fellow peirs.

The evil OZ…

Hello good fans of Ben. Mr. Q, our dedicated computer teacher, has recently assigned us to a new typing test. No problem, sept that it is of the devil.

This thing is the most evil typing test I have taken, it contains, more, commas, then, any, thing, ever, should, in, the, history, of, the, written, text,,,comma

 It should be removed, be for I end up tying my fingers into a pretzel!


Why tomatoes, because they are yummy!

But my advice for you today is NOT to pack tomatoes in your sack lunch. They are tender and juciy, and they will squish all over your poor sack lunch! So don’t pack them, they are bad for school lunches, and yet so good to eat!

Tomato Picture

An early disaster

Morning – Some where around 7:50-

I woke up this morning, an average morning. I grabbed my clothing, fixed my hair, did the necessaries. Checked the clock, “Hmmm, I’m early, things seem to be going well today.”. I then checked around the house, my little brother was looking through random ties, my sister all ready and heading out to the veichal. Today was going to be a good day; I felt energized, and we were going to get to school early. Off we went, in the car, happy as can be…

I slowly backed out of our house’s drive way, looking carfully for any sign of a car that would try its best to destroy my life and the lifes of my younger sibblings.


Just kidding, I backed out safely. No mail box clippings, no strange cars stuck into my rear bumper. I was happy, thinking about getting to school and starting my day, so that I could quickly end it and get back home!

 Spencer is in the front passenger seat. He is such a strange boy, always doing weird things with his clothing, and makeing strange faces and comments to me. Today he was quiet, maybe an inner knowing of the terrible events about to occur in our plain, simple, little lifes. He poped in a music Cd, no idea what it was, as the horrible occurence was just moments away…

I looked at him and gave my horrible glare, and then continued driving down around the curve on hilltop lane. Just then I notice this white station wagon, half way in my lane, half way in his. I swerved, almost annihilating an innocent mail box by the wayside. I couldn’t go any further over, there was a light hill side; To hit it meant sudden death. (Not really, but kinda yeah sure). So I prepared for impact, Wham, SCRATCH zIP bAm boom. He nailed us in the side, like an Alaskan fisherman spearing the poor mackerel. I quickly checked to make sure every one was ok… They were, and so I opened my door and peer back at my poor car to assess the damaged incurred…

 The damage was quite horrible, the whole side of my car was smashed in… My poor car… poor poor car. And this wasen’t the worst of the occurence. The crazy old man that decided he wanted to hit us in the side for no apparent reason steps out of his car, with the coookyist smile I’ve ever seen and murmers “Oppps, my bad, I coulden’t see ya in the sun”… Crazy old man, you crazy old man! Oh, yeah he took the blame, that was nice; What wasen’t nice was when he bummed his way into his house, and took out his trash, as happy as could be.

Well, after the occurence with the crazy old man, my dad showed up and drove me to school, where I had a pretty average day. If you can call a day in the life of Ben average.