Is beauty an important asset in school?

Beauty is as important in school as being smart or getting good grades. When you are a beautiful person, people notice what you do and how you accomplish things at a greater ability. When a less attractive person could do the same project and get the same grade but with less praise.



Just because the person is beautiful doesn't mean they are always smart or always stupid. Looks have nothing to do with a persons intelligence. People who are less fortunate in the looks department often strive to get better grades because they know that the world can be crude.

Crime or disease

When asked the question if crime is a disease, your mind most likely thinks "Criminals do it

because they want to." When I get asked this question I think that some can't control

themselves. I have personal stories, from family, that suggest that criminals have a mental disorder or disease rather than a need or want. Some admit that they get a high or a buzz from crimes that they commit.

Although some plead not guilty due to insanity or temporary insanity. This plea does not always pass in court because the guilty party has committed previous crimes. If the criminal didn't plea insanity before there is a very small chance that the plea will make it in court.

An uncle of mine was recently committed to a mental hospital because of a speeding ticket. Now one my ask "How does a speeding ticket get someone committed to a mental hospital?" My uncle was committed because he lost his mind short after losing his job. before he lost his job he lost a license, before losing his license he got a speeding ticket which he refused to pay.

He was never on stable ground before, he was normally on drugs. He often felt the need to do drugs as a break from the real world. So by doing drugs, a crime in my book, my uncle created a mental disability.

Pop Rocks

So being the youngest I felt like the baby of the family. I tried to fix that feeling one day. It didn't turn out so well.

I was at the park with my sister, cause I can't go alone, and she wanted to leave. So on our way out of the park we stopped at the drinking fountain. It was a hot summer day, the ones where the humidity is over 100 and your sweat rolls.

My sister, Mantha, started a water fight. I really didn't get her back that well and then she rode off. Me wanting to change my feelings of being the baby, I went after her.

She was riding fast down a gravel back street and I was riding faster. When I caught up I remembered what I had learned earlier that week. The coolest thing a kid my age could know. How to rub bike tires successfully!

Although I was not so successful this time around. I took a spill off the bike onto the gravel road. Blood was soon all over my knee and leg. Mantha stopped and ran back to me. She was screaming at me to see if I was okay.

As I stood up, I looked down and I saw a bloody rock pop out of my knee! That's when the blood really started flowing. So the only thing we knew to do was go and get mom. Well I had to walk the four blocks home with my bloody leg.

At the house my mother fixed me up and then told my sister and me to go back and get the bikes. I protested but then caved. I walked the bike home because I was scared of falling off again.

I guess the only thing I learned is that when it comes to gravel and knees, they never mix well. The ground may be hard and rough but you still need to get up and walk the bike home or you will have to go back later for it.