Greyson's History Page

Count out three was a very fun project. It was really cool because you got to go to blogs that were all over the world.

Three people

 Jack’s blog was awesome. He had a post on the Stone Age and it was really good, it was deffinately something that you could get information from.

I traveled to one blog and found some of the most disturbing thing, but I’m not naming names.

Nick’s blog I totally got. I would love to go to a country for a holiday, and if it happened every year it would be even better. I think making a holiday would be cool.

Sierra’s blog was one that I could connect with. She got sick after Halloween and I was “sick” on Halloween which I found very interesting.

I would say this challenge really took me to places I hadn’t bothered to go to. I don’t usually go very far because I usually like to know the person I’m talking to instead of just knowing whose class your in. All the blogs I saw looked really cool and I think this will teach me to know it’s not bad to venture out but to still know to keep your identity safe. I hope there will be another challenge like this and I hope to meet even more people on the web.

How did you find this challenge?

Living in the Trenches’ Long alleys carved deep into the mud,

These looked across a place called “No Man’s Land”,

 A shell-scarred area of muck and dead,

Rain poured down on everything around,

Rats and lice infested funk holes where I sleep,

Bullets cracked through the air above me,

 Combat could happen at any time of day or night,

When it did,

Gunners would man their artillery,

 And I would wait to go over the top,

 Poisonous gas would enter my body and make me fall to the ground in an almost eternal pain,

 Can you guess where I am?

 By: Greyson Pace

Swerving at high speed, then suddenly CRASH! I felt my arm go crack.

I had just been biking home from my friends house, I was swerving back and forth on the road because I was playing around. I also did no hands because I was tired. I got to a place where jumps had been built and dirt was out on the road. As I swerved even more on the dirt, suddenly my tire and my bike came right out from under me. I fell off my bike and skidded all the way to the end of the road.

I sat up and looked to see what injuries I had gotten. I had road rash all  over my elbow and I also had road rash on my

Broken Wrist

right knee. Scratches were all over my knuckles and blood was coming out slower than I expected.

I stood up which wasn’t that hard but it sent a jolt of pain through my left wrist. I picked up my bike and I got on. As soon as my left hand gripped around the handle, I screamed out in pain. I tried again but got the same result. I decided to walk my bike out to the other road. As I got there, I remembered that I had the cellphone with me so I decided to call my mom.

She got there and with a little bit of trouble got my bike in the back of her car. I got in and she took me home.

As I got home my mom made go take a bath to clean out all the scratches. When I did it mom said that I didn’t do a good job at cleaning wounds. So when she did it, she took the washcloth, and put soap on it, she started cleaning. This time it hurt so much. The pain was almost as bad as having a dog bite cleaned out, with somebody sticking cotton in holes on your legs.

After the most painful bath ever, I went to watch TV while I iced my left arm. (That’s the one that I hurt.) My dad who had been a volunteer firefighter tried moving my wrist and I told where it hurts. He ended up saying, “I think it’s broken or fractured.”

We went to the hospital, but we ended going through the wrong door.(That was dads fault, not mine.) He rang the bell at the desk and somebody said, “Just a minute.” About half a minute later my dad said, “Somebody could be dying out hear!”

“Just a minute sir.” she replied.

“Is paper work more important then people?’ he said to her.

“Okay sir whats the problem?”

“My son fell off his…”

“Take him Emergency.”

“Thanks, and I’ll be writing a complaint!”

We ran and walked to the other side of the hospital were we filled out the forms, got a arm band for me, and then we went to the waiting area. I pulled out the book that I had brought. I don’t know how long we waited but it seemed like quite a while. A nurse finally came to direct us to the x-ray room.

The women who worked in there sat me down on a chair and put a lead shield over me. Then she positioned my arm so she could get an e-ray of the top of my arm. Then she turned it a little more to get another x-ray. When it was the final x-ray she turned my wrist so far that moaned and told her that it hurt way to much. I finally sucked it up after a few words and she took the picture.

She walked over to remove the shield and then took me and my ada to see the x-rays. The moment I saw one I knew I would have to get a cast. I even asked her if I would and she said “Probably, but I’m not a doctor and I think you only fractured your arm because there is some bone left.

I then got directed to a room where the doctor would come in to put the cast on. It turned out to be the dad of a girl I know at school.

He started putting the cast on by putting a role of cotton on my arm. Then he wrapped this kind of cast they call a fiberclass cast. Then he stuck his hand in water and rubbed it all over the cast. He told me hold my hand in a sertain position for five minutes.

After five minutes he came back and said I could go and that I would be keeping the cast on for 4-6 weeks.

This cast totally made a problem. I missed the track and field, I took for ever to do something, I even hurt a couple of people with it during the summer. The worst part of having a cast is that I couldn’t run without pain and I wasn’t allowed to swim.

Have you ever broken a bone before?

The Fire Within

By: Chris D’Lacey

The Fire Within

The Fire Within is the first book in this incredible series. This book was amazing to me because you could never tell what was coming up next in the story. The story always had something interesting happening and some how somehow it all ended up being about the same thing. Dragons!

The story makes you really use your imagination and also the author doesn’t have pictures in it so you can imagine the things the way you want it. Plus the story has good description.

The book had all the things that you would like in tale with dragons. You only learn some stuff in between each book, which I think is great idea, so then you’ll want to read more.

You know how people think like dragons would capture the princess and then be slayed by a knight, well this book is so much different than that. Dragons in this story have a spark, it’s like a burning fire that keeps them alive, metaphorically speaking. The only way to take the tear from them is if they shed it, and they only shed it if you don’t believe in them or don’t love them.

The reason that the dragons get fire is because, long ago the Earth was ruled by dragons, they lived without the threat of man killing them. They had baby dragons every 97 years, so image how many babies you’d get in a century. When man came to Earth they hunted the dragons! After years of war 12 dragons were left. They retreated so they didn’t have to fight.

They finally flew to isolated places so they die without interruption. All the dragons died, except one still lived, his name was Gawain. People found and tried to kill him, but he thrived, until he was to old to fight. One day he went to the lake, and the people that were there fled in terror, except a little girl.

The dragon roared but the girl wouldn’t leave, so he flew away, but as he flew away, a single scale came of his body.

The girl took the scale to a person called a sibyl, who wanted the scale, and if she got it, she would tell the girl how to save the dragon.

The rest you’ll have to find out in the book.

I say this book has all the things that a good book needs, and I hope you will consider this book.

Continue reading ‘Tiger Kills’

Writing about writing. When I write I don’t think about anything else. I focus on only the writing. Nothing bothers me, I totally block out everything else in the room. I only see what I’m writing, I only picture what I’m writing.

Everything I write about is what I’m interested in unless it’s for school. I always right about something that will interest people. Like writing a history blog ended up being a lot harder than I expected, but then I wrote history just not the history that you wouldn’t find in books but what you would find in your head.

Books give history written by somebody just like you. They write about what they like just like you write about what you like. If I ever wrote about something I wasn’t interested in, it usually ended up being a jumble of words that don’t make sense because that subject I’m writing about is no interest to me.

Have you ever had the feeling of being free from everything else when your writting? Like when you jump off a swing, you fly through the air for a couple seconds, but in that couple seconds you feel nothing but freedom. When nothing controls you, you do your best. When nothing bothers you, you do well.

Having freedom is like living without another country controling yours. You can fight for freedom like the Scots did when England tried to over run them. The more they tried the more they succeeded.  Back to the swing idea, you fight to get yourself to get swinging back and forth, you fight to get high enough so you can fly far, you fight against gravity just to feel a bit of freedom, and you should always find a way.(Unless your teacher tells you to write something.)

I could go on forever with this freedom but that would be too much. So when I write I have many things to write about,  and you know I sometimes don’t right about what I like, but what people would be interested to find out.

The pain that I felt as his canines sunk into my leg, the screaming that followed, and every word that I heard was from me.

Great Dane

We had been staying at my Aunty’s house for a full week and we were ready to leave. Me and my dad had been playing downstairs. My Aunty’s Great Dane is only 2 years so he doesn’t like commotion around the house. He walked down the first few steps and on to the landing where the door was so when he saw me hanging around my dads  neck while he was walking up the stairs he thought I was attacking him so I got what he dealt.

His teeth sunk in to the muscle, one canine tour a even bigger hole.

My dad grabs on to me and cradling me in his arms he carries me to the couch in the room where. My Uncle who had followed us to the room shouted at my cousin who had been watching, ran to get this anti-bacterial stuff to dab on the holes that I saw in my left thigh. I saw the muscle inside, it was red and looked like it was layered, but I saw only a small amount of blood. Jordan came back with the anti-bacterial stuff and cotton balls, which the stuff was poured on then dabbed it until all four holes had been covered.

They then carry back down the stairs and out to the truck that we drove in to get there. Ice was put on the punctures and everybody got in the cars that were there and we followed them to the hospital, they put me in a wheelchair and found out that it was better  to go to Urgent Care so ran out of the door and went to the other side of the building, and there it was. We had some problems getting in because the door only seemed to open from the inside. When we finally got in the building we went to the desk where you had to fill out the forms. After they were filled out we sat in the waiting room.I forgot to tell you I’m in Reno, Nevada.

Jordan, Cameron and my Uncle went to get drinks for everyone while I waited and waited to be called in. My sister pushed around the wheelchair for me, I remember reading some health things and a brochure saying you need to donate to people in Africa. Finally Uncle Bill, Cameron and Jordan came back with the drinks. I only drank about two thirds of it then I was called in to see the doctors.

I took of f  my shorts so the doctors could see the bite better, but it took them  5 minutes to come in. The doctor knocked and came in to see what was up. He took a good look at it after we described to him what happened. He told me that instead of stiching so it closed that he was going to take a strip of some stuff and glue it over the two punktures that were the deepest. Before he did that though I got the most painful clean out job I’d ever had. The nurse started cleaning the punctures. She put some stuff on cotton balls and started rubbing. She stuck the cotton inside the holes. She pushed even harder and even drove the cotton under the skin that hadn’t been bit. The pain of that was excrusiating. She kept cleaning and every time the cotton touched the muscle it sent a jolt through my body and I moaned in pain. The doctor finally came back in not that long of time and glued the stuff on and gave me a band-aid and Polysporin  for the  punkture.

And that is what I had to go through after a Great Dane had bitten human flesh.

Image of Great Dane by: Swatcop

Last Halloween was the worst Halloween ever. I was going around the neighborhood with my friends, then we turned on to a road that I didn’t want to go around.

 I was on Rollerblades and all the driveways were very steep. After the first few houses I was feeling a bit more confident. I decided to go a bit faster down driveways, then we came to a house with a huge driveway, and it was steep.

  I took about two minutes just to get up the driveway, and then went to get the candy. As soon as I got the candy I headed back to the driveway. One of my friends went down on the grass by the driveway. My other friend went down the driveway, so I went that way too, I wish I hadn’t.

 As I was going down I picked up speed, went over the curb and WHACK! I hit the road and broke my tooth right in half. I couldn’t stop myself from yelling out in pain. My friends turned around and ran back. My dad was right behind them. I spent the rest of the night in my bed, alone, hurt and scared.

 This is history, don’t deny it.

1.  I only have one sibling.

2.  I have lots of lego.

3.  I love to read about history stories.

4.  I have my own truck that I share with my sibling.

5.  My favourite cars are Lamborgini and Porche.

6.  My favourite food is steak and seafood linguini.

7.  My favourite sports are karate and soccer.

These are 7 random things about me.