September 23rd, 2012
Ms. Richardson
Period 1 Honor. There is a little bit of it in each of us. Some more than others do, but they earned it. Honor. Or it could be honour. It does not matter how it is spelled, it means the same universally. Honor. Great men and women earned it. They have gone beyond their normal duties to earn this. Honor. Local heroes have this too. They fall under the same category as great men and women. Honor. I think you get the point. I could keep going, but I need to get to the meat of the meaning. So here it goes… “Hey! You in the back turn around! Yes, you, turn around! All right then, now that everyone is here, we can get started. I know that none of you want to be here, but I am here to change your minds, more like change your lives. Doesn’t everyone like story time?” He says. The room seems to be empty, but then again it just so happens to be filled with 15 of New York’s finest delinquents. “I’m not asking you to give me a limb, but I’m just asking for you to listen to me. I only get half an hour before you get carted back to wherever they keep you, so let’s get started.” He exclaims. After seeing the group of kids he got today, he thinks to himself, oh god, how I am going to convince these kids to change their ways. There is no way I can, but I can always give it a shot. “I was going to start with ‘Once upon a time’ but I know you don’t care for that very much, so I’ll start from the beginning. It all started when I was real young, well actually right around your age. I was your typical dorky Boy Scout, but then again, I really wasn’t. I wasn’t really ‘Normal’ by anyone’s standards. I was on par with everyone else my age in my troop. I was in a few honor’s classes, but not too many to make me a nerd. What balanced all of this dorkiness out was that I played three sports and was good at them too. But this is not a story about my life as a child, it’s about something else. Something all of you need.” “Is