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Just wanted to make sure that you got my email about what I had done for the final grade?

Week 16, Journal Entry 5

Well went to help my friend today on the house. We started at a pretty good pace. He was cutting the cabinet walls out of a big sheet, and taking forever so I made a rip board to speed it up. We knocked all those out and then I realized he didn't really have a game plane for supporting the sink. Long story short, we spend almost the entire day working on a suitable frame for the sink to sit on; and when we finally got it ready for installation the water pipe for the cold water broke and spewed water all over the place. Ended the day with more work to do than we had started with.

Week 16, Journal Entry 4

Went to visit my mom today in Eustis, so I didn't make it up to work on the house. Had a nice game of baseball with my little siblings. My sister Mary was impressive, got on base every time up to the plate; she's only 7. I'm heading down to work on the house tomorrow morning. I think we're going to start trying to tackle building the actual cabinets if he hasn't already started.

Week 16, Journal Entry 3

Went up and helped out today for about four hours. We built all of the bases for the cabinets in the kitchen. Pretty tedious work; I've never done finish work before, so it should get very interesting when we start putting the displayable parts up. The real pain so far is figuring out how to work with the L shaped parts of the cabinets that we're building.

Week 16, Journal Entry 2

Well I didn't get up to help out with the house today. Had a relatives graduation to go to, and an award event. Talked to my friend, however, and he said he finished up the dry-walling for the rest of the walls that we had built. He initially started with three bedrooms upstairs, and we ripped out the middle room to make it all one big room. We then made a new wall and created a master bath, and built a special frame for his two person tub. I think the place will look pretty good when it's all done. 

Week 16, Journal Entry 1

We've been working on my best friends new house lately. He' s completely gutted it out. For the past few weeks I've been going up and helping him work on stuff, and it's been a great learning opportunity. For instance, I had no idea how to build walls, and drywall. We going to start building his kitchen cabinets pretty soon; and from what I hear that should be quite a task. I'm looking forward to seeing how they go together though, as I think that it will help me when I get my own house.

Theme, Week 15 Two

Collage from random T.V. shows., including commercials.

He brought out a knife,

He garnished a knife

it just hit him

into the house

I saw him with the knife in his hand

He told me he didn't do it

we were suppose to go pick him up

His mental health is clearly in question

He was neglected

We're not bad parents

I'm suing them because

It's a lie

I didn't want the memories I had before

He'd never hurt anybody

He promised me

He's got attention deficit

Clinical Depression

You all are pathetic

Thought it would be an opportunity to build a relationship with him

The symptoms kept coming back

My doctor prescribed Advair

You might think your sunk

The right call is easy to make

Paint the trim a dark brown

Let's get started now that we know who's in control

It's all about position

Theme, Week 15 One

Collage of things that were said on ESPN over the course of about 30 minutes.

Let's go, let's do this.

Nobody makes me bleed my own blood.

Severe Stuff

Mike D'Antoni is our number 1 target.

He strained his hamstring

Felt A Strain

Good Enough

Behind the Scenes

He's a fighter

No doubt about it, a home run

But can he pull through this slump?

Give me momentum any day

I just don't think there's any chance that they can win

The fact of the matter is, their just not good enough

Up against history, and that's not a good thing

Stay with us

I don't think so

Do whatever, whenever, wherever

This guy is selfish, and that is his biggest downfall

A must win

Theme, Week 14

I watched the Kentucky Derby over the weekend. It was spectacular; the winning horse (Big Brown) moved with such grace. As the horses came out of the gates, they collided, shoulder to shoulder, fighting for position. Big Brown started on the outside post, and moved to the front with a nice rush out of the gate. As the horses rounded the track, I couldn't help but admire their speed, and beauty. Big Brown hung with the top five all the way around, and at the final quarter mile, he burst. His muscles rippled as he jolted forward. It was like watching a Ferrari on the freeway. He passed the leaders on the outside and broke away for a huge lead. Crossing the finish line, the jockey raised his arms in triumph. Big Brown the powerful champion trotted to the cheers of thousands; his owners eyes filled with tears of joy; truly a glorious celebration of a magnificent creatures abilities.

I saw a shadow, at the crossing of the finish line; that showed another side of this champion's sport. The shadow of a jockey flying through the air. The second place finisher, a philly by the name of Eight Bells had collapsed on the track, throwing her rider. Vans pulled up on both sides of the horse to shield it from the eyes of on lookers. The media stayed focused on the champion as he trotted around the track. Slowly, news came that the philly had broken both of her legs and had been put down. There, laying on the track that she had come so close to winning on, she lay dead; she had run the race of her life. I was shocked and saddened. Suddenly, Big Brown's owner, with the tears in his eyes no longer appeared as an overjoyed patron, but instead, he took on the shadow of a tyrant. A man who used these beautiful creatures for his own profit; a man who cared nothing for the life of his horse. A greedy man. I couldn't get the thought from my head that Eight Bells had died; living a hard life, a life in which she had given up her life to please her masters. I felt ashamed that I had cheered as she raced around the track.