School

  One of my ultimate goals in life is to find a school that only focuses on developing a pasion for life and self confidens
  The clases would be limited to 15 pupils a size small enough to focus on individual attention and large enough to furnish the feeling of beeing in a group.
  Projects would be the cornerstone of the class.And  the day would start with half an hour of discotion about creative projects.
  The pupels have to get to know each others every week they will take 1 hour to work with other students of other clases.
  Compititions and grades would not exist so the pasion to work would be to earn the respect of the teachers.
  The students will choose there subjects.
  Activities like art, reading, writing… would take place in afternoons.
  If all that happend the dream of everything could happen will still alive in us.
 

thehee

Do u blev in gosts:

   If u do not blev in ghosts now u will just read my “real story”
   We were in a camp in a small village we were having a great time.
   A 12 oclock wen we were sleeping we herd a voice calling us it was the guys telling us to wake bcus we were going on a 2 hours walk to a haunted house.
   when we arrived there we enterd there was nothing then we saw an old man that said:”Are u cr crazy … wha what r u d d doing here” and then we turned we saw drawin that i swear to god werent there and the old man was gone.
    We asked about him he was a hosteg with 100 other peaple in this hotel he was the only soul that is keeping this hotel

thehee

TRUE STORY

I was on a camp in the deep woods they took us on a mointan there was a lonly house they maked us sit we were like 30 guys they told us a story about a guys that eat peaple and guards this place he was fast and killed more than 10 peaple but there was 2 that could make it out he made us hear the interview it was 12 oclock at night it was full moon we started hearing voices feel somthing i only felt it not just beacus i had my eyes coverd but i was siting in front of the lonly house but for my bad luck it his house they say how ever gets shoul reamane a mistery.
I had a big peace of wood in hand i tried too see what was happening but i couldnt it was verry scary i thougt i could just ask but i couldnt talk then i thought i was gonna die when we were done  we went to the campsite.
I was gonna sleep wen we heard scream it was a guy attacking the campsite we all fought  but he ran away there was a kid that ran away from him he was crying and saying : keep it secret or we will pairish

thehee

The difrent tipe of peaple:
This world is full of racicim and the proove “if a poor person try to give money to a class c person the class c person will get angry and will insolt the other person” so it is ok iff a class c person give a poor person money but if the poor guy wanted too be nice it is a desaster
“no one was poor by giving” always remember it