French and Indian War

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Today we are learning about the French and Indian war in a different way. We are going out into the woods around the school and practicing Guerrilla warfare that was practiced by the French and taught by the Native Americans. We are wearing camouflage clothing and will be down in the dirt. The other history teacher, Mr. Ambrochure, will be taking his class out and practicing Linear Warfare. We will actually have a battle with paper balls in the woods. What they don't know, is that it's an ambush and we'll be hiding in the trees and moving while they must stand in lines.

Measuring Tape Riot

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This was absurd. A length of measuring tape, was that a joke? How was I supposed to subdue a possibly violent inmate with just a length of measuring tape? I stepped out of the security room, leaving my fellow security guard unconscious in his chair. He had hidden the keys to security locker, unloaded my gun, and then released the inmate himself! I don't know why he would do that, but now I had an inmate who was chasing prison staff around with a fork, and only measuring tape to subdue him. Yeah, this would go great. I stepped into cell block D, and that was when the forty plus inmates looked at me, all of them angry and with makeshift weapons in their hands. Mike hadn't let one inmate out, he had let all of them in cell block D out. We stared at each other for a moment, and then I ran for my life as they gave chase.

A Face in the Window

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I jumped back, resisting the urge to scream. I let out a slight squeal before clamping my hands over my mouths. That face... I rushed out of the room, not caring as the face in the window moved. As long as it didn't enter the house, I was fine. That was when the door unlocked, from the outside. Moving as fast as I could, and fighting the panic welling in my chest, I flew into my bedroom. I locked the door behind me, knowing it would only buy me a few seconds if that. Not bothering with the lights, I pulled my wardrobe open. I took out two object and then fished the phone out of my pocket. The phone rang as footsteps came down the hall.  Voice mail. I dropped the phone, not bothering to leave a message. It would be a waste of time, I'd be dead by then. Holding the objects in my shaky hands, I waited as the footsteps stopped outside my door. This was it... this was when I'd face Her.
To be continued...(Maybe)

Memories in a Bottle

If I could bottle up a memory, I would bottle up the time I first started writing my first book. I wouldn't bottle it up because it's a fun memory, but because it's a milestone in my writing career. It was the first time I actually set down with the intent to write, edit, and produce a full length book, and of written it now. I would love to always remember the day I started to write my first book because it's a huge miles stone in my life.

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Still Writing

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So, a year after my last update on my book, I can finally say that it is finished. Well, not totally. I still have to edit it, and then there is the whole process of trying to get it published, and if that fails then I'll have to self-publish. Still, I am not letting my hopes down. I have also begun writing other books on the side. I have a few idea's in the works, but that's just it, they're in the works. I have one about a guy who joins a crew of mercenaries after he is kidnapped. Sounds more interesting when fleshed out, but hey, I can't write it all down here. Another focuses on a teen who find out everything he knows, is a lie. I can't say anything for sure, but both are going quite strong.

Proper Holidays For Heroes

In school, we get a day off on Martin Luther King Jr. Day, but not on Veteran's Day. I don't think that this is fair. Dr. King was a national hero to many, but Veteran's Day celebrates all of our heroes. The men and women that risk their lives everyday for our freedom deserve proper recognition with a proper holiday. Sure, Dr. King was a hero, and savoir to many, but the men and women in our Armed Forces are too.

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