"How to Make Apple Pecan Monkey Bread" by Michelle S.

 

This is a great recipe that will satisfy your sweet tooth and is relatively simple. My aunt actually taught me this one a few years back and it could be done for as a quick sweet breakfast or desert. Usually my family and I make it for the holidays especially in the fall. The term monkey bread has been interchangeably called “puzzle bread, sticky bread, African coffee cake, golden crown, pinch-me cake, bubble bread”, etc. The name does not derive from a single thing but rather there are different theories.

Materials and Appliances:

·      A bundt pan

·      Two bowls

·      An oven

·      Mixing utensils

·      A zip loc bag (big)

·      A knife

·      Cutting board

·      Measuring cup (optional)

Ingredients:

·      2-3 tubes of Pillsbury Grand Biscuits

·      1 cup of sugar

·      3 tablespoons of brown sugar (organic)

·      2 small green apples or 1 big apple

·      ½ cup of pecans (whole)

·      1/3 cup of butter

·      3 teaspoons of ground cinnamon

Directions:

Preheat oven to 350 degrees

 Step 1: Mix the two sugars and the cinnamon in a big bowl and take half of that mix and put in a small separate bowl/container and set it aside.

 Step 2:  Peel and dice the apples and use the mix that was previously set aside to now coat the sliced apples. Then set that aside.

Step 3:  Melt the butter.

Step 4:  Open the two tubes of the Pillsbury Grand Biscuits (8 biscuits in each tube) and use a knife to cut each one into fourths. (You will end up with around 64 pieces).

Tip: a pizza cutter cuts them smoothly.

Step 5: Now the other part of the mixture that was left in the big bowl is going to be used to coat the pieces. To make things easier what I like to do is use a zip loc back and dump the mix inside along with around eight pieces and shake the bag. Repeat until all are coated.

Step 6: Grease your Bundt pan. Then you need to take all the pecans and place them on the bottom of the pan (so that they are on the top once it is flipped over). The pecans could be chopped into smaller pieces but I am using them in whole pieces).

Step 7:  Add the first layer of the coated pieces on top of the pecans and press down so that the pecans are attached and not loose.

Step 8:  Drizzle melted butter using a spoon on top the pieces.

Step 9:  Then spoon over with the apples that were put aside and add that into the pan as well.

Step 10: Repeat steps 7-9 (it will be around 3 layers high)

Step 11: Take the pan and place it into the oven for approximately 35-40 minutes or until you see crispy and light golden brown.

Step 12: Take it out (Caution: Pan is very hot), let it cool down for about 5 minutes, flip it over, and enjoy!!!! (It can be sliced and served or pulled-out with your hands!)

v Don’t limit yourself to one way in doing a recipe but discover all variations. This is how my family and I prepare monkey bread but you could add different kinds of nuts or substitute what I used for foods like banana, cream cheese, chocolate chips, caramel sauce, etc. the possibilities are endless!  Hopefully you will give it a try and enjoy a delicious treat!

       

               

         

                           

   

"Old Farts" by Alicia A

Ever wonder why employees can be so mean? Well maybe it’s because customers suck. Whether it’s a fast food restaurant or at a retail store, most customers are just stinky old farts who follow you around with the type of persistency that makes you want to die of suffocation. I am currently working at a retail store, and I know it may appear as if I was one of those employees you would see on WorldStar or in a Vine who would go off on a customer or maybe even do some type of wrestling move on one of them. In reality I would like to think of myself as one of the kinder type of employees. Of course I don’t exactly cut down whole forests and rebuild an entire village for these people but I do, however, help them out to the best of my ability and make them happy so they don’t come back to rip me a new one.

This is my first job and to be completely honest I don’t even know how I got it, I mean I don’t have the best speaking skills and I am quite forgetful when given specific instructions, but for some reason I showed some type of potential and hey I guess I’m happy enough with that answer. With this being my first job ever, I don’t know, I guess I kind of expected for customers to be sweet and respectful not demons who rose from the fire pits of hell to make my job miserable.

This is mostly a rant so bear with me but it seems necessary to rant after dealing with all the different types of people that walk in and out of the store I work at, It seems reasonable to form some type of opinion about them right? I mean what justifies an old man calling the store just to tell us he’s naked? Ok so, what bugs me the most about these previously mentioned farts is that they are inconsiderable and rude. Why? I don’t even know. The store is literally a dump most hours of each day, why? Now I DO know the answer to that question and I bet you guys can guess it too…it’s the customers (*ding ding ding* the crowd goes wild *distinct cheers in the background* the announcer gives you a check for a million friggin’ dollars for the winning answer!!) Anyways, so people walk around picking up clothes and dropping them all over the floor, and you would think they would have half a brain and think to pick it up but noooo that seems completely impossible and not within their abilities as a functioning human being. Not only that but these people man, these people, they see a pile of clothes on a table leftover from some other seemingly incapable imbeciles and what do they do? They add on to it! And you see what we are left with is an avalanche of clothes, accessories, food, wrappers, etc. And what pushes my buttons the most is when I’m working in a particular section in the store and folding clothes with such crisp creases and folds, sizing everything from top to bottom, putting clothes where it belongs, and just making that area look as presentable as I possibly can –and may I add it takes my hours to do this –and someone walks on over and man handles all of the clothes once again in 2.5 seconds. And what do I do? In a perfect world I would throw my body over the table and my instincts would be to attack and make them rue the day they ever walked into my store. But in a more practical and sensible world, I would simply continue working and give them the occasional side eye.

So what’s the lesson after all of this you ask? Well I’m not even quite sure of it myself. I do however know that I am more conscious when I enter into a store. If I pick something up and later decide I don’t want it anymore, I go put it back to its original spot. If I unfold a shirt, for example, I fold it back and gently put it down into the same position it was in before. If I drop something on the floor, I make sure I pick it up. Never before would I really do these things, but after working at a retail store and dealing with customers face-to-face I realize what workers go through and don’t want to make their jobs even more miserable than what it already is. I’ve learned to have patience with workers and to be as nice as possible when asking for something. I don’t know, I guess what I’m trying to say is, don’t be like one of those stinky old farts.

"Dedicated to a girl I used to know" by Emily F

10:23 P.M. I'm being followed. I can't tell by who or whom, but I know he's there. I can feel him. When I turn a corner, when I close a window, when I am walking to my car, he's there. But I see him the most when I'm alone. When I lay in my bed at night, alone with my thoughts, he's there. I think I can see him. He's dark...tall... His hoodie covers him, so I can't see his face.  I close my eyes but he's still there. He's always there. Watching. Waiting. Waiting for his chance to consume my mind. I try to run away, but I can't move. I'm running, but I'm not moving. I scream. I scream for help, but he's covering my mouth. No one can hear me.

7:21 A.M. I open my eyes and it’s morning. He's gone, he can't survive in the light.  I can breathe again. I take a deep breathe, put on my smile, and get ready for work-

5:42 P.M. "It's scary what a smile can hide", I think to myself as I pull into my driveway. I unlock my door and walk inside. There he is, waiting for me. Like clockwork, he's never late. He laughs at me. A cruel, pernicious laugh. But I'm used to it, it doesn't hurt anymore. I'm dead on the inside, I feel nothing. I'm a ghost with a beating heart. He has made me this way. And now, he's all I have. I walk to my room, crawl into my bed and think of the person I used to be. I cry when I start to think of my happy days.
                I'm eight years old, it's Hallows Eve. Mom is taking me to the Halloween store to pick out my costume. I want to be a princess. We walk in and I pick out the one I want, it's Snow White, but they're all out. I turn around to leave the store and I see the most beautiful thing I could imagine. It's the Snow White dress, carried by a lady in pink. My mom tells me the lady is returning the dress. I run right over to the check out to make sure no one else gets a hold of it. It's mine, I'm content with my life. I mean, as content as an eight year old can be.

I cry harder with each memory that passes. I start to wonder, "can a person die from crying too much?" Then I fell asleep. I guess that's the answer, eventually you fall asleep.

12:17 A.M.
"Freak!"
"Whore!"
"Loser!"
"No good piece of crap!" -
They scream it over and over again. He's standing there watching. He's the one that controls them. He's telling them to say these things. But like I've said before, I'm used to it.
When we were little girls we used to run to our mommy's and daddy's and make them shoo the monsters away. My daddy had a bottle of "Monster be gone spray" he would spray it under my bed and POOF! Like magic, they were gone. Now we realize that there never were and never will be monsters under our beds. You see, the monsters don't live under your bed, they live inside your head.

No matter how far you run, how loud you scream, or how hard you close your eyes, you'll never get away. Because once you let him in your life, you can't get him out. He may leave for a week, a month, or even a year. But he'll never leave for good. So take it from me, and don't let him in.

"Anonymous" by Rachel K

I don’t write often, but when I do it’s usually for a grade and usually the only people who
read my work are my closest friends and my teacher. I practically begged Mrs. Cogswell to let
me submit my blog entry under a pen name or as “Anonymous,” but my plead was only as
effective as eating soup with a fork (which doesn’t actually work well in real life unless you’re a
sorcerer, Bill Nye, or some other type of superior being). Mrs. Cogswell said publishing my
entry as “Rachel K.” (as opposed to “Rachel Kroll”) would even help maintain anonymity, but
c’mon…..c’mmmonnn………c’mmmooooonnnnnn…..How many other people named “Rachel
K.” do y’all actually know at Etiwanda? Exactly, the answer is zero. Now, before I ramble for
too long about my failed attempts with Mrs. Cogswell, I should probably make it clear that this
blog entry is not a descriptive rampage about how Mrs. Cogswell said, “No” to me that one time
last week. As you read on, you’ll find that it’s actually about how much I detest allowing people
to read my writing.

It’s not so much the content of my writing that I’m uncomfortable sharing with people,
but rather the way I write. I’m not exactly super confident in my verb tenses. I know my sentence
structure is consistently drab, robotic, and repetitive. Putting in punctuation where it’s supposed
to be is definitely not my strong suit. And, I don’t know a lot of impressive vocabulary words
(between all 120ish of us, I had to look up the word “detest” in the Dictionary to make sure I
was using it correctly). Anyway, a lot of my nervousness as a writer stems from my own
insecurities. Insecurity, to me, means hiding things that you don’t want other people to notice or
know about you. I figure if I can’t be the best writer out there, then why should other people
have to know that I’m not the best writer out there? I’m utterly content with keeping my writing
to myself. The way I feel about displaying my writing is similar to how everyone feels about
displaying their zits. I’m sure you would all rather just cover up that zit than approach your
friends and say, “Hey, dude, look at this new zit I just got. Isn’t it so awesomely infected,
impressively bulbous, and ravishingly red???”

I already feel like my submission is being judged and ridiculed and I haven’t even
reached the conclusion of my piece yet. But, more importantly, where did this paragraph even
come from? To me, it feels like I pulled this paragraph from the depths of a donkey’s buttocks
because I completely forgot to utilize my transition words, again. As a writer, I struggle
constantly when trying to end ideas or introduce new ones because I always forget that dang
transition word. Half of the time I’m not even sure which transition word I should be using.
Using incorrect transition words, or none at all, makes my writing seem unorganized to other
people. Hence, my writing reveals way too much about the way I think. My writing is jumbled
and cluttered, and likewise, my mind is equally as jumbled and even more cluttered. I don’t want
everyone knowing how messy and random the thoughts inside my head are because I find it
embarrassing. It’s also an invasion of privacy, like when the TSA makes you take your shoes off
at the airport. Straight up disrespectful.

So, really, the heavy hitter reason why I don’t like letting other people read my writing is
because I promise you that I’m an introvert—even if some of my actions sometimes suggest
otherwise. Writing is just another form of communication, and communication is like Brussels
sprouts. Brussels sprouts are unnecessary, they leave a bad taste on the tongue, and they’re only
good when prepared by certain people. Some of us just weren’t born to communicate so
flawlessly and eloquently as our extroverted counterparts, so for the sake of my anxieties, I like
to leave all the talking to my talkative friends. People who order the food for me at restaurants or
ask the teacher questions for me in class are awesome, and there’s a special place for people like
them; it’s called Disneyland.

And, ah yes, we’ve reached the end of my blog entry: the dreaded conclusion. The thing I
never really want to write when I write. The conclusion is always really hard for me because it’s
where all the thoughts get tied together into a cohesive “Eureka!” moment. It’s where you have
to really know what you’re talking about because you essentially have to summarize everything
you just wrote. It’s the final impression that people have of your paper. And it’s awful every
time. I do not simply “cohesively tie my thoughts together.” That just doesn’t happen for me; it’s
the clutterymind thing. Bye now.

"Things Amiss" by Joel H

Something about this place just isn’t right. I had recently been picked up by one of the best
soccer teams in the nation but I couldn’t help but notice that something was terribly amiss. First
of all, why doesn’t this team have a bench? How do we replace players throughout the game if
we have no extra players? There can only be eleven players on the field at once and we had
just that number. We were numbered one through eleven and I was named eleven. I thought
little of it reminding myself that this team is somehow one of the best.

As a week of practice went by I noticed that more things than one were definitely amiss here.
The air is just too tense. The players don’t trust each other and practice seems more like a
competition if anything. We don’t even talk. It’s like we’re practicing individually on our own.
There’s this odd feeling that flies around and it doesn’t help that we address each other by our
numbers and not our names. Unsettling and a bit eerie. But this team is surely one of the best
so I thought it best to not question.

The first game of the season was coming up and the cutthroat atmosphere never really went
away. In fact, the night before my first game the coach approached me as kind of a consolation.
“Hey eleven, I’m sure you’ve noticed that we do things a bit differently here” he said. “But don’t
worry, just work on yourself and make sure you perform well.”
“Thanks coach i’ll make sure to”my words were cut off by three who had just walked into the
room. He hadn’t said a word but his gaze made me incredibly uneasy. He carried an intense
ambience that had me at a loss for words. Everyone on the team is the same way.

The coach laughed and turned to three “Stop scaring the new guy, he’s about to play his first
game” said coach. Three slightly smirked and wordlessly left the room.

Coach tightly gripped my right shoulder. “Well anyway” said coach with a wide grin. “Perform at
your best and you’ll turn out just fine.” He left the room and I sat alone in my thoughts.
Was that supposed to be a consolation?

The next day my nerves came crashing down but I was determined to do well. The game
progressed and I was able to see why the team was considered one of the best with little
teamwork. Besides the basics like passing and positioning, we had little communication but raw
talent really carried the team through.

By halftime we were up three to one and everyone had done well. Everyone but eight. He was
visibly shaken. I could understand because he, as a defender, had let one too many balls past
him. However I couldn’t understand why he seemed so absolutely terrified of his mistakes.
He looked so concerned that I felt the need to say something. “Hey eight, don’t worry about it
too much” I said “It’s only a game”.


He glanced back at me and said, “you don’t understand eleven.”

By the end of the game we had won five to two and I was excited that I had done well my first
game. The team headed for the locker room and I noticed that eight was dragging his feet way
behind everyone else. He was probably just upset because he had performed considerably
worse than the rest of us. I thought little of it and celebrated with the other guys who seemed to
be talking more than usual.

Eventually eight arrived to the locker room and turned to us. “Do you guys think my kids saw the
game on T.V.?” he said, glancing at each of us. “I can’t wait to see my wife!”
One walked over to him with a serious look and grabbed him from behind. Eight began to cry.
“I’m sorry” he sobbed. “It won’t happen ever again.”

Three pulled out a sharpened knife, walked over, and sank it into eight’s heart. “No,” said three
with a slight smirk. “It won’t.”

Coach looked over at my horrified face and said, “After every game we dispose of the weakest
performing player”. He laughed and exclaimed “The extra motivation really helps, you know?”
Something about this place just isn’t right.

"9/11/15" By Destynee T

     We all know September 11th, is an remembrance towards the several lives lost in the first terrorist attack in the United States. For me, I gained a whole new reason to have a love hate relationship towards this day. This day started off as normal as it can be, I have to admit. I did my daily routine then I was off to a place a dread daily (aka school) ,but luckily it was an Friday. Let’s skip the whole talk of what happened at school and to the time after. My mom had told me she had an doctors appointment that day. So here I come into a car filled with silence my only concern was about how horribly wrong my day had gone and myself questioning if I done something wrong. After some mumbles here and there, I decided to ask, “How was the doctor's appointment mom…” That’s when I knew something was weird because both my mother and sister looked to and from each other and said, “We’ll talk about it when we get home.”
     The news I was told shortly after getting home was four simple words a daughter or son never wanted to hear come from their mother's mouth. “I have Breast Cancer…” My mother had said not even seeming sad about it or mildly upset. For me none the less, I was upset more like frustrated and completely scared at that very moment. I did what any teenager would do from receiving this news, I cried my heart out and after talking for a while with my family. I ran upstairs to my room where I just sat there upset at the world.
     Fast forward to right now as I type this. It’s February 19th, one more month and it’s my birthday month. My mother only has two more rounds of chemo. By the time this posted it will be March and that means my mom only has one more round .but back to what I was saying. It’s been a rollercoaster a harsh rollercoaster where you should probably sue someone for all the whiplash. I have to admit, throughout this whole life changing event my mom has been amazing. Yeah, here and there she has those days where all she needs is rest ,but I am glad to say she is my mom. She’s a strong independent women, who has dealt with so much in her life and now she can brag about how she kicked cancers butt. I am not writing this because I simply want sympathy… I am writing this because, my mom is an strong women. If you didn’t know already March is mostly a month dedicated towards strong women who have changed the world. So I decicate this to my mother, Evelyn Torres, a woman who has raised three children on her own with no man’s help and has been my light through the darkest moments.

"Purple Mist" by Eric E

     Years ago in Okinawa Japan lived a young man named Raizo.Raizo was born an
ordinary child who was often picked on because he had purple eyes and that made him
different from the other brown eye children. The bullying was so bad that he considered
suicide so one night he climbed atop an abandoned hotel turned around and leaned
back falling a sheer 25 foot drop on the way down his life flashed before his eyes and
before he hit the floor his purple eyes started glowing and a purple mist emerged from
his eyes rapidly spreading through his whole body and when he was only a few feet
from the ground a portal opened sending him to a dark room he was knocked
unconscious. When Raizo awoke he was still in the dark room then all of the sudden his
eyes started to glow again and the purple mist started to fog up the room he could now
see the room “oh my god” said Raizo “where am i ?” he looked around for a couple of
minutes then he saw an eye scanner so he approached it and put his eye to it. After a
moment of silence lights started to light up a path it's like it wanted Raizo to follow it so
he did and at the end of the hallway he found his corpse. He was in so much shock that
it caused him to wake up. Breathing heavily Raizo said “it was a dream?! Oh thank god
it was all a dream.” He immediately got out of bed and took a look at himself in the
mirror and in the mirror he saw his purple glowing eyes.

"Plausible Death" by Corey C

     It was a very warm Wednesday afternoon in late November, like a lot of days in Fontana, it was
nice and the breeze was light. I was only 10 at the time and very close to turning 11, as my
birthday was on the 14th of December. I remember back at that time I used to go out a lot with
the kids in my neighborhood. It was really fun going out and seeing them every day because we
had a lot of things to entertain us, simple things, riding bikes, the stupid pokemon cards we used
to collect and even just walking around outside and talking. This day I had gone over to my
friend Ezra’s house, and everything seemed to be fine until it started to get later into the
afternoon. Me, Ezra and his little sister decided to go outside and just go to sit down and talk to
each other. Their dad had let their dog out to come out and play with us. We didn’t really play
with the dog until a bit later after he was let out. The dog was a Rottweiler and was very friendly
although I did have a tiny fear of him, I had disregarded it while I was with them. The dog came
out to lay on the grass very close to where I was. Without thinking I quickly got up pushing
towards the dog which was a huge mistake on my part. The dog quickly attacked and I had
clenched my neck and curled up my shoulder and the dog had bit the right side of my lip and
arm. Blood was all over the ground as I was bleeding profusely. The little sister was screaming
as their dad hurried her over to go get my dad as he tried to bandage what he could and take care
of me for a bit. My dad grabbed me and took me back to our house to get in the car and we
rushed over to urgent care. While on the drive there, he of course, asked me questions about what
had happened to me. My shirt was torn down and blood was everywhere on me. We went into
the UC and explained what had happened. Quickly they led me to a room because of my critical
condition. I was there for about an hour and a half. During that time, I was injected with 3 shots,
2 in my arm and one in my face, it hurt a lot and it felt like a bee stinging me. They told me that
the hole in my arm was 1 inch away from the bone and that the tissue from there was torn out
completely but it would grow back eventually. After being stitched up which consisted of 5 in
my shoulder and 7 in my face I was finally able to leave and go back home. I still felt really bad
and I was shaky. I was still able to have a little bit of the taste of blood from when I was first
attacked. I was told that the dog had to be quarantined and had to stay in the backyard for 2
weeks while tested to see if it had rabies. Fortunately, the dog didn’t have rabies and the county
decided not to put him to death based off of this incident. I learned from this experience that
even the most friendly animals can turn on you if they perceive a threat. I learned that day that I
could have died if he were to have bitten me in the neck. Which still to this day makes me sit and
wonder, what would have happened if I had never curled up in fear?...

"Words Left Unsaid" by Joelle B

                 

      If I got the chance to turn back the clock and redo everything since I first realized I liked him, I would. I’d do it in a heartbeat. I’d do everything differently and hope that maybe I wouldn’t be sitting here writing this. I didn’t take the chances when I had them. But I guess it might be because, it was so hard for me to come to terms with the fact that I had feelings for him. Also my feelings kept growing and growing for him (unlike anybody else) and that scared me to death. Mainly because I knew he was a senior and he’d be leaving to college soon and I didn’t want to set myself up to be hurt in the end. Instead I decided to deny it, deny him, deny my feelings, and most of all I denied my heart; so much that I kept pushing him and my feelings away. I now realized I was a cold-hearted monster unlike my usual self. What I realized to be one of the worst things in this situation, is how I was so focused on avoiding my feelings that I let the time we had left pass me by. I guess I was so scared of putting my guard down and letting anyone into my heart because of the fear of getting hurt. In the moments around him I don’t know what would happen, but I would just shut down and distance myself from him. I wish I could explain what I was feeling and how or why I shut down completely but, unfortunately, I don’t know the answer myself.  when I was finally ready to let my guard down and really change things, it was already too late. I hate that I didn’t give him a chance to really get to know me and I didn’t give myself the chance to get to know him and become closer to him the way I hoped. It’s as if something was holding me back and I cannot figure out what it was! I wish I could explain the heartache and anxiety I still get whenever I think about the time I wasted. Going back to school the next year and passing by all the places I used to see him and know he won’t be there led to a lot of regret and disappointment. If I had to choose one moment that I could take back, it would be the last one we had before his graduation. I regret not telling him how I truly felt, how much I was going to miss him, how happy I was that I met him, how wonderful and smart he is, how he is capable of anything and that he is going to get so far in life and so much more; but no, all I managed to say in that last moment was “bye” and gave him a cold hearted hug that had no emotion in it what so ever. What’s worse is I couldn’t even look him in the eye. And what kills me the most is that when I had let go, he was still holding on! Every time I think of that moment my heart shatters into a thousand pieces all over again.

      It is so crazy how something so little can mean the absolute world to someone. Every small compliment, every hug, every smile, and every wave that I’m sure meant nothing to him meant the world to me. Every single time something stupid happened like when he’d wave at me it would just make my day and I’d be so happy just from ONE, little wave! Yeah I know, pathetic. I could fill like 20 pages full of small amazing moments that meant everything to me (but that would just take forever). One thing I am going to really miss though, is how he made me feel every time I looked at him. Nothing like anything I’ve ever felt before. I’ve never liked someone as much as I’ve liked him. Nobody has ever made me feel the way he does! Although I am left here, exactly where I knew I’d end up and was afraid of feeling; I am so glad that I met him and got the privilege of knowing him the way I did (even though it wasn’t much). I also learned a lot from this experience. I learned that it is ok to step out of your comfort zone and to tell people how you truly feel and to take every chance and opportunity you get before it is too late. He will always have a special place in my heart. I just hope that one day I could have the courage to look into his gorgeous green eyes and tell him all of this myself!

"How to Swing dance: Learning the Swing move "The Angel"" By Arianna S

Swing dancing is part of the 1950's era that incorporates fast paced moves with crazy stunts,
spins, dips, and challenging hand movements.

Grabbing a friend or family member and swing dancing is a great way to pass time and a build
stronger connection with your partner! You can swing dance anywhere, whether you're at
school, a park, a family event, anywhere

The following steps show you how to do one of the swing moves called "The Angel." With every
swing move you do however, you always do a "Basic".

Grab a partner to dance with!

Before performing "The Angel", do one “Basic".

A Basic consists of:
Both partners taking a step to the right. (Continue doing basics all throughout "The Angel”. In
order to do one basic, first:

Take a step to the left.

After taking the right and left step, do a "Rock Step". A Rock Step is taking a step back with your
right foot. Make sure only the tip of your foot and the ball of your foot are touching the ground.
Your heel should be slightly off the ground.

1.) After doing one Basic, allow your partner to turn you around to the left halfway while still
holding onto your hands.

2.) Stop when your back is facing your partner. Duck down, let your arms cross and go through
your head, slightly bend your knees, then go back up. (While your partner's turning you, they
should still be doing one basic.)

3.) Turn around fully to the left until you're facing your partner again and end with a rock step.

4.) Do one basic and turn your partner fully around one time. (You should still be loosely holding
onto their hands while turning them). Once they're facing you again, end with one more basic.

"Truth is…." by Mia B

      If I'm nice to you, it probably means a few different things: I don't trust you, I don't like
you, or I don't care enough to put any real effort into expressing myself in your presence.
     If I don't trust you, I don't feel you deserve to know anything about me. Any stories, life
experiences, or even how I feel about you as a person. I won't tell you about what happened
when I was six years old and the cops broke down the door to my house. You will never find out
what it's like going to four different elementary school, or being alone the first day of freshman
year and again later junior year. You will never interact with me when I don't have a smile on my
face or a polite tone and demeanor.
     You will never know if or why I don't like you. You will only know me as “a really nice
girl,” because I am always polite or at least civil. You will never realize that I am avoiding you
or purposefully choosing not to work with you because I have learned such subtleties. They have
developed from being the new girl several times over and figuring out who the good and bad
people are in the world. Figuring out where I do and don't fit in, after many attempts because I
was so sick and tired of being “the new kid.” When I figure it out, I can easily slip out of a
friendship like I was never there. I then became the one who stuck up for the little guys and the
underdogs. I became the best friend of the loner in the class and ensured they became as great as
they could be and ignored everyone else. And yet, I'm barely scratching the surface because you
don't need to know.
      My life’s motto is “Why waste the effort to hate someone when they have no impact on
how you live your life?” Living by this motto has allowed me to not care what others think of me
simply because their opinions don't affect me whatsoever. Besides, I have more important things
to worry about than an insignificant insult some nobody in my class said about me, I'll never see
them again anyway.
     After reading this you may realize, “Wow, she isn't as nice as she seems.” Well, no, I'm
not. But you will never know that just by having a conversation with me once a week. You may
think you know me a little more after reading this. Truth is, you never will because I won't be
around long enough for you to find out.

Some New Writing to Love!

 Go read them!!  Then comment!



 

http://happinessworks.ca/2014/11/20/how-to-love-unconditionally/

Remember:
All Students:  Be sure to read the entries for this month.  Everyone is required to comment on at least three different pieces of writing.  You must post the comment here on the blog (below the post is the "comments" link to click) AND cut and paste your comments, complete with dates and times, on to a Word document and turn it in to me by the due date.  You must do both to get credit for comments this month.

Remember, comments must be positive, supportive, constructive, and SPECIFIC.  No "Good Job!" comments, unless you follow that with specific things you thought were done well in the piece.  Show them you actually took the time to read and enjoy their work!

"How to Make An Almond Cupcake with Salted Caramel Butter cream Frosting " by Erykah M

Can’t decide between sweet and salty? Here is the perfect recipe for the sweet and salty lovers! This is a delicious almond cupcake with salted caramel frosting, I usually make these cupcakes at any family get together or special occasion. This recipe is pretty easy to recreate inexpensive and of course it taste really good! 

CUPCAKE INGREDIENTS:

·         1 (18.25 oz.) white cake mix

·         1 cup buttermilk

·         1/2 cup vegetable or canola oil

·         1 tsp. almond extract

·         1 tsp. vanilla

·         4 eggs

FROSTING INGREDIENTS:

·         1/4 cup sugar

·         2 Tbsp. water

·         1/4 cup heavy cream

·         1 tsp. vanilla

·         3/4 cup (1.5 sticks) salted butter, softened

·         2 cups powdered sugar

 

Directions

Cupcakes

Step 1: Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Line cupcake cups in the cupcake trays with paper liners.

Step 2: In a bowl, whisk together the flour and baking powder. In a mixing bowl mix together the sugar ½ cup of margarine until blended well.

Step 3: Add in the eggs one at a time until thoroughly combined also stir in the vanilla and almond extracts. Carefully beat in the flour mixture along with the milk.

Step 4: You can use an ice cream scooper to spoon an even amount of batter in each cup or you can use any spoon of your choice. Fill each cup into the prepared cupcake cups, filling them about 2/3 full.

Step 5: Bake the cupcakes in the preheated oven for about 20-25 minutes

Frosting

Step 1: To make caramel add the brown sugar, 1/2 cup margarine, corn syrup, and vanilla into a large saucepam over medium heat, and bring the mixture to a boil. Reduce heat, and simmer until it gets thick it should take about 3 to 4 minutes; remove from heat and allow to cool to warm (not hot) temperature.

Step 2: Add the cream, a little bit at a time until the caramel has the consistency of honey. Mix in a pinch of salt, and allow to cool to room temperature.

 Step 3: Mix the salted butter with the sugar in a bowl  with an electric mixer (or any mixer you have) on medium speed until the mixture is fluffy; slowly add and beat in the caramel, a tablespoon at a time, beating until the frosting is smooth.

When all the steps are complete, you can decorate and add to the frosting. A suggestion you can do is to drizzle the caramel on top of the frosting and also add a pinch of sea salt on top or almonds. Enjoy! 

http://allrecipes.com/recipe/218217/almond-cupcake-with-salted-caramel-buttercream-frosting/

"How to Take Someone on a Date" by Miren C

 Nowadays teenagers have a misconception on dating. No, not dating as in girlfriend or
boyfriend; simply dating as in taking a person out to get to know each other more. “Dating” can
take place with people in a relationship or before a possible relationship occurs. Some
teenagers think of dating as going to movies or texting and asking that person to be their
significant other. This “How to” talks about how to take someone on a date to get to know each
other more.

Step 1: Choosing
First, you need to figure out who you’re going to ask on a date. Is it the cute girl in your math
class? Is it the “really hot” guy that you see during passing period but never talked to? Is it the
person you ask for a piece of paper from during class?

Step 2: Make Yourself Noticed
Stand out from everybody else. You need to introduce yourself to them and get to know each
other a little bit. Figure out if this is really the person you want to take on a date.
A way for you to start a conversation is to take a picture of them and ask for their name and say
you are in Yearbook (I have done this twice and I am not in Yearbook). Another way to start a
conversation is simple, be friendly and make friends with that person.
WARNING: Do not stand out by stalking or following them!

Step 3: Ask that Person on a Date
By now, you should know who you want to take on a date. The person you want to take should
be used to you by now. Now is the time where you stand up and take the risk of asking the
person on a date. Be simple, just say the words “Do you want to go on a date with me?” This
step does not have to be anything big.
WARNING: There is a chance of the person rejecting you.

Step 4 (If that person accepts): Planning
Congratulations, the person you asked agreed to go on a date with you. Since you are the
person who asked to go on a date, most likely you’re the person who has to plan it. This step is
where the nerves kick in, the person accepted the date and now you have to make it a
memorable one. Take into consideration the other person, it may be something you like to do
but the other person might hate it.
The planning stage, this step does not have to be extravagant. A simple picnic at the park or a
nice coffee date will suffice.
TIP: Here are a few first date ideas that I have done and it ended up being memorable.
● “Coffee date”: Visit a local coffee shop or any Starbucks. Enjoy a nice drink and a nice
conversation getting to know each other a little more.

● “Study date”: If both of you have an upcoming test, meet up at the library and study
together. Help each other when needed.
● “Movie Marathon/ TV Show date”: Find a common tv show or movie that both of you
guys enjoy and binge watch that series or movie. Do not forget the snacks; such as
popcorn, candy, and some drinks.
● “Picnic date”: Go to a grocery store together and buy all kinds of food. Once this is done,
go to a local park and have a picnic.
● “Cheap date”: If you are trying to save money, a nice free date is stargazing together or
taking a walk around the city.

Step 5: Preparing Yourself for the Date
Depending on what kind of date you have you do not have to be all fancy in a suit or a nice
dress. If it is a dinner date go ahead dress nice, there is no problem with dressing up and going
on a date. However, if you are having a movie marathon date or a “stay home” kind of date I
suggest that you will try to present yourself nicely. Wear your nice pair of sweatpants not the
faded kind, wear a nice clean shirt, and do your hair. No matter what kind of date it is be
presentable. Do not under dress but do not over dress, think about the kind of date you have
planned. NEVER go on a date not groomed.

Step 6: The Actual Date
Do not be scared, the person you asked already said yes. Now is the time to go through with
your plan. Have a good time and do not let the date become boring. Do not be afraid if your date
does not go as planned. The date will run smoothly and it will go in different paths. Have fun and
keep the conversation going, make them laugh and want to go out on another date with you.

I hope you have a good time on your date and do not be scared. Take the risk because in the
future you will either regret not asking the other person on a date or you will love that you asked
them on a date. Have a good time on your date!