American Football

American Football, a
Sport for men
Where serenity and
Prudence are rebuked.

Audacity is the only
Way to go. It is
Difficult to depict
So much savagery.

Frenzy, fury, and forcefulness
Are profuse. Whoever has the ball
Must run for his life like a gazelle
Trying to escape the grasp of a lion.

Only the skilled
One can escape
From the claws
Of death.

Whoever gets
On the field
Is embarking
To a path of pain.

This game is not
For concientous people
You must follow your
Instincts and be victorious.

Among the Hidden by Margaret Peterson Haddix, is a very compelling dystopian – a novel that takes place at an imperfect society- that follows the life of Luke, a third child that is banned by law. This novel is the first book in the Shadow Children sequence. This book may appeal to dystopian geeks.

Luke, the protagonist of the story, is a shy 12 year old boy who has never been part of society because he must be kept hidden. He does play with his brothers Mark and Matthew but other than that he doesn’t socialize.

The theme of this story is fairly easy to spot as the author gives subtle hints to what it is. The theme is a really broad theme that must be instilled in our childhood.

Among the Hidden gives you a lot of background information about Luke thus the conflict of the story comes in a bit late, but this background information is vital for the book and specially for the series in itself. It shows you how Luke has lived. The climax is very unexpected and will leave readers shocked.

This book is not as action packed as most people would like, but it seems like the series will, so I will continue reading it. I would recommend this book for people that wil be patient and read the first couple of books in the series, or for people that like dystopian novels.

My Father

is a gasman,
My father is plus gasoline,
My father is premium diesel.
But derived from regular octane.

He is a Mercedes Benz
Not a Lamborghini
Nor a hummer
But derived from a Chevrolet Vega.

He is always telling
The right way to
Put the engine.
But was taught first.

Thanks to his manufacturing
I am now a BMW.
Not a hummer.
And I derived from a Mercedes.

Confession Tuesday

Thursday everybody was partying like a rock star because a substitute came. I remember someone grabbing the pointer with the purple hand and tucking their and hand in their shirt and using the pointer as a prosthetic arm. When the sub came by and asked for the pointer he said “Hey it’s my prosthetic arm, you want to take my arm away?” There were several cases like that, but of course I was a good boy and did all my work (did you ever doubt it). So on Monday while she was having a tirade addressing the whole class I wondered why I was being accused for, until she started handing out lollipops to the good people and then what went through my mind was: God let her give me a lollipop. She went by every table grimaces pervading among the people who didn’t receive lollipops. She finally arrived at our table and held out a lollipop HELL YEAHH! I thought, but my dreams where crushed when Tiffany took a hold of it. Then she held out another lollipop this time for me and I felt a surge of happiness run through me.

It was a Saturday morning and it was sunny outside, but my eyes where fixed on the screen. My mom and brother where there, but tossed into oblivion because of the apparatus. The computer possesed infinite knowledge but I wasn’t using any of it. I just used it for entertainment. Chatting with friends for hours talking nonsense about recurring themes, Nicholas going on an interminable tirade about how despondent he felt when Ally left. But all the feedback he received was “cool story bro” (I wont mention more people because then everybody will get all mad, but of course I bother Nicholas because its fun). It seems like most people are like that and technology is taking over sports. From this I realized I should go out and play more.

Armando Campos

An organized person
Who does everything
In time…or so it seems.
He is actually a really
Busy man who procrastinates
Everything. But he is very smart.


For anyone saying
I’m not like him,
You are wrong.
I was chosen to carry
His name for a reason
Diego ARMANDO CAMPOS.



Because I am a smart,
Busy person who leaves
Everything for last minute,
But its because I have the
Ability to do so.

Weird Fetishes

Do you have friends that have pretty weird fetishes? Well I do, Tiffany and Natalia. Since the beginning of the year they have been asking boys (started with Pablo but now it’s all boys in school) to lend them there watches, I don’t know if a boy lending a watch to girl is some kind of learn to dance metaphor, so here is how it went today. During history class Tiff and Natalia has entreated me to lend them my watch, but I rebuffed their request because I had made an agreement with Pablo that we would not lend our watches to them. Then I proceeded to taunt them taking off my watch and holding it in front of their faces, but I was quickly surprised, before I could move my hand away they both got a hold of it, and basically tackled me. It was a pretty long struggle, and my hand started aching because my watch is not exactly made out of rubber, but after a while I triumphed over them and got my watch back. This was again followed by more begging to give me the watch and offers of hugs. After hugs and tackles I decided it was best to succumb to their fetishes, but who would I give it to? Their eyes where shining begging me to give it to them and then Tiffany asked me something very meaningful “What have I ever done to you?” I thought about it and she had done nothing to me while Natalia on the other hand… let’s just not talk about that. So I gave my watch to Tiffany she had the biggest smile I had ever seen. I did it to annoy Natalia also. Anyhow from this I have learned that having a cool watch is not always the best thing. I wonder who am I going to give my watch to tomorrow?

Don’t you just abhor critical people that have to point out every imperfection you make? A perfect example for that would be a classmate called Nicholas Bs. Sometimes I wonder why he is so irascible when people say something he doesn’t agree with and goes on a tirade. Are those people like that because someone who evoked profound feelings in them has left and now their sorrow is impelling them to criticize people? Or maybe it is because he feels like a sage when he points out an error. If he continues this way he will most likely become a recluse because people who point out every error are not considered affable. After reading this he will most likely write an interminable argument about why he criticizes people claiming that they make it too easy for him. So I hope after this I have enlightened some people.

Confession Tuesday

1. I am yet again wasting ideas for another two months.

2. When I was nine i quit twaekwondo, if I would've continued I would be red belt by now (the one before black belt on twaekwondo).
3. When I get money I can never make up my mind on how to spend it...
4. I ordered skull candy headphones.
5. I loath cats, they are just not as loving as dogs.
6. In all sports I am a good defence, but not always as good offensively.
7. I have a group with a friend named BD which stands for Big Disaster.
8. I go to sleep at 11:00 pm through 1:00 am and have to wake up at 5:30 am. I still don't know how i manage to do it.

Memoir Monday

When I was asked to read and comment on at least three people’s blogs I felt really pissed. I though it was going to be very boring, but when I read blogs of people I considered recluses I was surprised to realize that by their writing they might actually be affable people (on other cases it just corroborated that those persons were recluses). I had never talked to these people, but after reading their blogs I started talking to them and seeing they where not that bad. From this I was able to realize that you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

Puberty Is a Torment...Or Not

Her guile led me
To believe that
Babies where dropped
Off by the stork.

Like a Billy Mays commercial
I almost bought it…almost.

But stopped cold
When “the talk” comes.
Now possesor of power
To create new life,

But afraid to
Know more about it.
Now looking at the
Opposite sex differently.

Their voice now sounds
Sweet, seducing, superb.
You start building friendship,
Until you finally get some.

Letter

Diego Campos
Somewhereovertherainbow
Antartica 24450

September 8,2010

Dear mrs.Meadows

I will reveal top secret information to you right now, but you must promise not to tell anybody else. Hiding behind the small hill formed beside the road, the night hiding us in its darkness. Clad in black my accomplice and me where ready to wreck havoc (I won’t tell my acomplice’s name, it is imperative that I maintain him anonymous… but his name rhymes with matthew). We had agreed that anybody passing by would be spatered with and egg to the head; minutes where passing by fast and building up into hours, so my acomplice decided to modify our plan to throwing the egg to the house in front of us.
I didn’t have the guts to do it, but my acomplice did and without even thinking about it he threw the egg at the house. I stood still, and then realized what happened and ran down hill and to Antartica as fast as hell.

Confession Tuesday

1. I don’t know why I’m doing this list…I’m wasting ideas for about 1 month and a half.
2. Last year I didn’t join any sport team because my grades weren’t as good as I expected them to be, and it worked. I now have DECENT grades.
3. When a teacher doesn’t come to class we have a party (teacher name kept anonymous)
4. In a certain class we like to arm wrestle (name of teacher kept anonymous yet again) but I have very strong classmates, so I mostly lose…not to Matthew, Pablo, Evert, or Sergio though. 
5. I’m really good at ping pong so when I play against an inexperienced person I smash it right on their faces for fun, once I hit Matthew in the eye…poor Matthew)
6. Once when I had some friends over we threw eggs to random people and almost got caught, but it was hilarious.

It was recess time once again on fourth grade, in which we recurrently played soccer, but one day spontaneously Sean brought an American Football, so we decided to play. At that time I was the tallest in my class (Nicholas wasn’t on my class of course) so I had an advantage and annihilated the opposing team, with my reccuring catches. I enjoyed the game very much, and football became the favorite sport for us. I became better at it and now master various sports in this way.

Confession Tuesday

Every night, at about 12:00 A.M. I finish my homework. Why? Because I don’t have enough time to talk to my friends at school, so every valuable second I have with the computer I use to chat. Every once in a while I ask my friends if they did their homework (through chat of course), and this is how it normally goes:

Nicholas Smitherson who bathes only when it rains or he falls into a canal: nahh ima do it later mates.

Camila: Yes I finished it 9 hours ago

Victoria: I finished it before they even gave it to us! Ha beat that Camila

Matthew: Almost done with it

Miguel: Doing it right now

Diego (me): I’m gonna do it later…like at 9 P.M.

Pablo: Wat iz da homeworkz\

When 9 P.M. comes, the time I had designated to do the homework, I think to myself well, I can do it later. I do that for quite a while until I basically have no more time and do it in a rush, messy, and with bad penmanship.
The next day when I bring my messy homework, I get a massive amount of points taken away, because either I didn’t complete something or it was done incorectly.

All the Things I Can't Do

All the Things I Can’t Do
At my house are
Done at my dad’s
House: pool, fast computers
Not only that, but
The chance to speak
To an understanding
Parental figure.

Every worry of the week
Faded into oblivion.
Just the moment that counts.
This may seem color pink,
But there is also a dark side
To it, him obliging me
To do 20 laps on the pool,
Or making me do 25 lifts of
20 pounds on each hand.

But that’s why I love my dad
He is a funny, but exigent
Person.

Wordly Wise Wednesday

I was walking around the neighborhood as usual, when I saw Edgar again (he seems like a recluse to me , so I deal with him gingerly) I didn’t talk to him, everything seems all right until he makes eye contact with me, he grimaced, and got pale. I didn’t want anything to do with him so I kept on walking. The day had ended and I was exhausted, so i went to sleep. I
was awoken, electrified, by the screech of the door. I surmised that it was a robber or someone up to no good. I had shut my door tight so it couldn’t be the wind…

“Who is there,” I yelled, trying to unveil the person. It then stroke me, could it be that Edgar guy, he always acted weird every time we made eye contact; he already is crazy. I stayed up simulating to be asleep. Either way he couldn’t see me, it was pitch black, but I endeavoured to listen to any sound. The criminal didn't seem to do things in a cursory manner, because I had been awake a long time, and I didn’t hear a single sound, but i knew someone was watching me... It had been a while and I was very tired, so after so long I succumbed to exhaustion closing my eyes.

The next day Edgar came to my house and talked to me very joyfully, I tried not to make eye contact with him. I was very electrified by his enthusiasm, he wasn’t a man of much words.
“So how did you sleep?” He asked, getting closer to me, his eyes getting wider.

“Not well, I think someone was trying to break in my house,” I said, gingerly examining every single gesticulation he did. He grinned after I said that and left, I derived that Edgar was the robber by that grin, but I had yet to corroborate. So when the day ended I went to sleep, still inkling that the robber was Edgar. I heard a sound again, and was awoken once again, but this time a ray of light shone on my eye, the eye he seemed to loathe. I shrieked, and shortly afterwards Edgar entered the room, I knew it was him! I had no time to react; he threw me to the ground and flipped the bed over me, I felt abrasions all over my body, the most gruesome thing that had ever occured to me. It seemed interminable, and I was slowly suffocating, I was completely despondent. I was losing consciousness, I saw every important moment of my life pass by…and then I saw none.

Yes, Ok I Will Be Organized


“Diegoooooo, why are your clothes on the ground, you should seriously become organized.” My mom yells from the other side of the house interrupting my quality time with the computer.
“Yes, ok mom, I’ll go pick the clothes up.” I yelled back annoyed.
…
“Diego why do you have an A minus on math?” my dad asked
“What! Are you serious dad, do you expect me to be better than this, its basically impossible!” I respond in disbelief.
“If you where more organized you could get better grades.” My dad said
“Yes, ok dad I’ll be more organized” I said still in disbelief of his request to get an A+ on algebra honors.
…
“Diego where is your homework, its like forgetting to flush the toilet” Mrs.Meadows says, while the whole class giggles.
I don’t respond to that, I’m not stupid but in my mind I think yes ok I will be more organized.

I really don’t really care that I’m not organized, it’s just who I am. So every time you tell me I better be organized remember this, it will take a lot more than you to change who I am.

The Root Of My Main Problem

I was a very organized kid with a very strict schedule at the age of 9, when I finished school I had to go to taekwondo,which I started since I was 3 years old, and then to piano class. This schedule was very monotonous and I decided to get rid of piano classes, because anyways how was that going to help me in life. I pleaded my mom to let me get out of it and she finally gave in.

I now only had taekwondo, but I still felt it was a very demanding schedule, of course it was not nearly as vigorous as eight grade but I felt very tired. I pleaded my mom a lot more so she would let me leave taekwondo, she again gave in, but my dad wasn’t very pleased about it.

He yelled at me for what seemed hours about how you are going to regret this when you get older and how martial arts give you discipline, and how I was going to throw 6 years of arduous work to the trash. I didn’t really care about that; I just wanted to live my life at its fullest (for a 9 year old that is). Weeks after I started noticing that everything I did was very messy, even my handwriting became messier. The lesson is to always listen to your dad…but I haven’t learned that lesson quite yet.

Poems This Year I Hope to...

Year after year
I have searched through
My binder, papers stacked
On top of each other,
Dividers labeled with subjects
But nothing in-between them.
This year I hope to be organized.

Laying on my bed, binder
Besides me, but eyes focused
On laptop screen. No fun or joy
From the laptop, but only worry
From wondering when I should do it.
Next day get reprimanded by
Teachers and get bad grades.
This year I hope to do my homework.

C’s and B’s filling all the places
In my progress report,
My mom getting mad, with smoke
Coming out from her ears,
Screams echoing throughout
The whole block. Although I always
Manage to mend the grades
When the time of truth comes, never
Feel satisfied, only b’s filling it, when
I know that I could’ve easily gotten an A
But just was too lazy
This year I hope to get good grades

Birds chirping
Soccer balls being kicked,
But my attention is only towards
The almighty computer.
Friends craving to see me
But not on a screen
Friends craving to talk with me
But not on a screen
Friends craving to play with me
But not on a screen.
This year I hope to get off the computer and spend more time with friends.

My dog agitating he tail
Every time I come from school
Jumping on my legs every time she
Is with me ,
But my only gesture of love towards
Her is one walk a day
This year I hope to spend more time with my dog

Faith and the Fairy

“Faith, come here!” my dad yelled from the kitchen,
“Ok I’m coming” I yelled back
“Faith I got something to tell you about your mom” he said in a deep tone looking at the floor. Tears rolled down his eyes.”Your mom is…dead, she got murdered” He finally said. I stared at him with disbelief, and after a few seconds I cried, cried, cried.

All the time my dad always had a big smile on his face; but that day he never smiled. I went to bed; I had a rough day handling those news. I cried myself to sleep. I had a dream, where my mom was taking me to the park to play ball. When we finished and I was going to hug her, she got farther and farther and in a soft tone said “Goodbye daughter take care of your dad”. I tried to chase her, but it was no use. I woke up sweating.

“I would do anything to get my mom back!!!” I shouted to the ceiling.
“So you would do anything?” a high pitched I didn’t recognize said.looked in front of me and it was something flying in front of me with a little wand… it was a fairy! I rubbed my eyes, and pinched myself, this was not a dream.” Answer me do you want your mom back or not?” asked the fairy desperately
“Of course I do” I said without thinking.
“Ok I’ll give you your mom back if you can give me my stone” the fairy said and at the same time handed me a map.

“Rickety, rackety, ruckity.” The fairy said and next thing I know, I’m in a dim place with lots of trees. The fairy appeared next to me.”This is the secret garden, follow what the map says and find the stone.” I opened the map and saw only two sentences.
Run into a tree and follow what you see
Defeat the Nack to get your mom back
The fairy disappeared without saying anything else. I examined the paper to see if there was anything hidden that could help me, but it was just a piece of old paper with two sentences. I’ll give it a try I thought and without hesitating I ran full speed against a tree and before I hit it I got teleported. The place was dark and I could see a light ahead. As I entered the room tears filled my eyes, I saw a shiny stone, it was gold with silver. As I was walking towards the stone I heard a loud growl Nack Nack, a big red monster with black eyes. I walked back as the Nack came forward. I felt something cold in the back of my leg. I looked backwards, it was a big sword. I grabbed it but kept walking back. I heard a voice in my head “Save me daughter.” It was my mom’s voice. I ran full speed and with a violent swing of the sword chopped its head off.

“You did it” said the fairy. It proceeded to grab the stone, and said “Rickety rackety ruckity.
“Wake up honey” A sweet voice said, the voice was really familiar. I opened my eyes, my mom was there!
“Mom!”I yelled and stood up to hug her.”I missed you so much mom.”
“Why did you miss me I saw you yesterday?” my mom answeared confused
“You where dead mom” I said and started to cry again.
“I’ll go get the thermometer” she said worried, and walked out the room.
I saw a card sitting in my table. I opened it, it went like this:
For Faith,
Thank you for getting my stone, I gave you your mom back. I’m afraid we will never meet again. Keep it as a secret never say you saw me.
Sincerely, Fairy
Since that I always saw a smile on my dad’s face.