For my Chris maccandles project I walk a different way to class. I personally thought it was easy thing to do but it felt a little different. The only thing I didn't like about it though was that it was less effiecent then going my normal way becuase I usually find the fastest, most benifition route. For my friends I think  it was a lot different because they weren't waiting there for me but then they had to walk all the way by themselves. I think this would have been like Chris' parents but in their experience it would have been a lot worse.

To my quote I don't live by it every second of the day but I do make sure that in times I want to succeed I do. I apply it to mostly sports when I'm either in a weightroom or on the field. I think it's a great motivation and a thing that's easy to relate to since you do it everyday. 

Kaleb Holcomb Mrs.Belden 6 October, 2014 Honors English Donald No satisfaction filled me everyday as I woke. Chiseled by the thought that I hadn't been complete with this... Idea. It was quite a little accomplishment but to this peppy society it was an unspeakable burden. I could finally do it and not give a crap about any judgement or Persecution. The time was here and all my planning will be worth the days of work. The sun finally broke through the horizon and my bedroom filled with warm rays. This type of warmth almost started to become a memory since it was near Halloween. I got dressed quickly and headed to my kitchen and spotted the knives immediately. I've always had a fascination for them. After breakfast I drove around the town for a perfect spot for my, personal project, finally stopping at the park. Families walked with children and friends met up. I missed having a family i truly did but since the car accident... I couldn't think about it. I got out of my car and adjusted to my surroundings. Leaves where brown and people were starting to leave once it started to get a little dark. I observed that in my past trips here. I also found that on Saturday nights around ten p.m a man around the age 20 takes a jog. I wanted to have fun so I choose him. He is a fit man that's not to easy to play with but will be a good match for me. The fact is that I wanted to take this man away from his miseries and help out the community. Some say this would be considered murder but why say that when he might be thinking about it himself. I want to help something once in my life and the time is now! I have decided to do this next Saturday. I am ready Friday night I had nightmares of failing my attempt and having people make fun of me. I hated that. In high school that always used to happen. That's when I opened up to the world and released that it was a world with sins and no right. But I put that behind me years ago when I became a better person and decided to help the less fortunate. Like today with my friend. The time was around 9:45 p.m and I sat sitting behind a tree with bushes and broken leaves were scattered all around. I was practically invisible. 20 minutes passed by and I hadn't seen him yet. My palms started to sweat and I had a slight feel of panic. Thankfully after a little bit I found my friend and he looked the same as he always did. Once be came by I shot my taser and he instantly fell down. For some reason he became unconscious and didn't show any signs of struggle. Without any hesitation I dragged his body to the forest where he couldn't be seen for the trail just yards away. Once he was there I pulled out my bag of toys. He was heavier than I thought, about 180 and had brown buzzed hair. I brought out my knife collection and picked out one with as gold handle and a blade that was shiny as a mirror. I lightly pressed it against his stomach and it pierced quickly. I couldn't do it this nasty. Instead, I got out a pill and put it in his mouth. I felt a whip through his body and his fist came upon my face. A warm trickle of blood ran down my face and was followed by a sharp pain. Hatred filled me and I grabbed my knife again. I stabbed him over and over until hIs blood covered the leaves that laid under him. He was dead and the thought that I needed this in my life sickened me. A wave of guilt overcame me and I felt sick. I washed up in the river and decided I wanted to finish my life peacefully. I went home and knew how I would do it. The next day I drove to huckleberry street and got out of my car. This is the place my parents died. Without a thought of doubt stepped in front of a car and felt myself fly through the air. The feeling was amazing and my surroundings filled warmth and pure white. I was finally complete and happy.