My advice for 7th grade

Seventh grade has been a wild rollercoaster and an amazing adventure for me. But it wasn’t easy. Here are five of my advices for seventh grade:

  1. iPads – I’ve seen many kids come to school with dead or barely charged iPads. WHAT ARE THEY DOING! You should come to school every day with a well-charged iPad, inorder for you to thrive in class.
  2. Do Your Homework – You’re probably surprised why this ones on the list but believe it or not there are some kids that don’t do their homework. DO YOUR HOMEWORK!!
  3.  Get Good Sleep – If you sleep at 8:00 or 9:00 or even 10:00 then I’m not talking about you guys. I’m talking about the KIDS THAT SLEEP AT 12:00 AM OR LATER. To stay up and focus in class, go to sleep as early as possible.
  4. Prioritize – ALWAYS PRIORITIZE! If it’s putting away the video game or refraining from practicing your instrumnent always do what is most important first. Always! Always! Always! Do homework and projects first, then go ahead and work on other stuff.
  5. Get a Good Breakfast – Breakfast help power your day and is said by many the most important meal of all the others. Breakfast give you the intended energy and start for a good day. NEVER FORGET TO EAT BREAKFAST!

Thanks for reading everyone and I hoped you enjoyed reading this! – Albert N.

7th Grade Year Reflection

This year has been a wild roller coaster(not Fiesta Texas). I’ve had great(and bad) experiences, dealt with tough situations, but most of all I’ve learned a lot.

I think the hardest thing this year for me, though, would be sustaining a good/strong relationship with the friends and classmates that I don’t have in my class this year. I also haven’t been getting along as well with my friends.

Recently my friend and I were in PE, and we were put into teams. Our team lost horribly. The worst part was he blamed me for losing. After the game, my friend didn’t talk to me at all.

Another thing this year that went from bad to worse was my sleeping schedule and procrastination. I use to sleep at 10:00 PM, now I usually end up sleeping at 11:30 PM – 1:00 AM. Some of it has to do with the fact I have to much homework, but it’s mostly because I keep procrastinating.

I’m hoping though to try my best and turn this year around and end the year righteously.

Thanks Again for reading!

Albert N.


Poem about Donald Trump

Donald J. Trump

By Albert N. 


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He’s a republican,

An American,

And can’t even give right information.


He’s an arrogant clown,

has an orange face which is round,

and should just get right outta town.


He hates all races

that come from different places,

his wife’s a witch

that lives in a ditch,

and all he cares about is Isis;

He can’t even give good advices.


He really likes to shout,

He loves to pout,

and every canidate he tries to doubt.


Everything he says is idiotic,

if he gets elected the world will become completely chaotic,

yet people still like him; he’s probably  hypnotic.


He looks like a dump,

his hair’s a lump,

his name is Donald J. Trump.


inspired from The Shark by Edwin John Pratt





If By Rudyard Kipling

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If  By Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

My Thoughts:

I favor this poem because the poet well elaborates one thought into many things. This poem is very inspirational to me; one of the lines that I believe is strong in meaning and is inspirational would be on stanza 2 line 5-8.

“If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools….”

This poem describes someone that has will-power and a strong determination and perseverance to accomplish something, yet they still stay modest and humble.


Three Fantastic Tourist Locations in Austin

If you need a break and want to visit some place new, come to Austin, where there are breathtaking views, engaging activities, and a great atmosphere. Here are few recommended tourist destinations in the city of Austin.

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1) Hamilton Pool

The Hamilton Pool is  a cool area to lay back,  have fun with friends and family, and observe the  breathtaking scenery. Above the pool is a beautiful waterfall that pours off a cliff.

Hamilton Pool

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2) Pennybacker Bridge

The Pennybacker Bridge is a great place to relax and cool off. The view is absolutely stunning, and you can also cruise across the Colorado river below and enjoy a calm evening.

Pennybacker Bridge

Austin Bat Performance

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3) Bats under Congress Bridge

The Congress Bridge is one of the most amazing sights especially between April and May. During that time period, bats are extremely active. You can watch from the bridge or catch a boat to go and check out the bats from the water.

Congress Bridge Bats

Our Team Against Coach’s

I stared at Coach as he shot the basketball from half court; we were destined to lose this game.

Our basketball team, the Bat Zerms (coach called us Bat Turd), was against the “Weeping Angels” who, so far, we have beaten several times, but today they were short several players.

The “Weeping Angels” were mostly 8th graders, but that day all the 8th graders were taking the PSAT (Pre-SAT). They only had two 7th grade girls on their team, and we had six players all of which were 7th graders.

I knew we were going to win— then Coach walked in.

He was going to play for them, and all my thoughts on winning immediately vanished. As we started the game he immediately lunged at the ball and passed it to Ella, one of the 7th-grade girls on the other team. They passed it backed at him and he shot and scored from half court.

Coach continued scoring, Passing to Ella and Sloan. Occasionally the ball would hit the rim, but it didn’t stop there team from winning. The score was 1-6. We were failing miserably. Right then, I decided to give up (the opposite of our expository prompt) and just started walking around the court not caring much about our the game.

Coach looked at me and noticed that I wasn’t participating. Most coaches would’ve just shot you a bad look and would’ve given you a nasty grade in the gradebook, but I think I unintentionally used reverse-psychology and it was getting to him. Coach took it down a notch and eased up. I was active and playing again intercepting basketballs passes that the girls passed back and forth to each other. I was even able to score a shot.

Coach would occasionally be playing. He wasn’t really focused on the game and let the girls score for themselves.

At the end of the game “Weeping Angels” lost. Our team won the game. We counted that as an exceptional (not really) win.

Here’s Sloan’s story on the game that I encourage everyone to read. It turns out Sloan broke her pinky when the basketball hit her hand.


The Rift: Sphinx

Hello my radical readers,

If you haven’t read my previous chapter in the series; I urge you to read it first. Click on “The Rift: Vox” to read it.

A landfill of human flesh, carcasses, limbs lied in front of me. I walked off the ramp, trying not to focus on the gore. I turned to walk away from the pile of corpses when suddenly I heard a low hum coming from the pile of flesh and caught a glimpse of something or someone moving.

Beads of sweat dripped down the side of my forehead as I approached the pile of an inhumane tragedy. I slowly stepped closer and closer, then the humming stopped. The glaring shine was still apparent. I peeked over the pile, nearly vomiting, and found a small robot about the size of a pot. It was the shape of a sphere. He was trapped under some human body parts and was hiding in a corner. The robot looked afraid.

What’s he afraid of?

Voxes can’t possibly survive under this much pressure in the ocean can they?

It slightly turned to peep at me then immediately shot back into the corner. Is it scared of me?

“It’s okay little buddy I’m not gonna hurt you.” I grasped a human arm lying on top of him and what used to be a human abdomen and flung it behind me trying not to focus on what I was touching. I was really lucky to have this thick suit blocking out all those odors and preventing me from feeling that squishy arm.

I finally broke him free. He hovered up and showed on a screen. “Thank You for helping me I was stuck there for two weeks! I have been hovering around the station for awhile, believing all the humans were dead in this station.” The screen blinked and a new page popped up.” Which station did you come from? You couldn’t have possibly stayed here and survived this long.”

“Well actually I teleported to this place, and I’m trying to find a good location to start a thriving colony. The portal I came in exploded just as I crossed over. My mind is still a buzz. By the way, My name is Jarret, Dr.Jarrett. What’s your name?”

It showed on its screen,”The lab workers called me SP-14.”

“I’ll name you Sphinx.

“Are there any more stations around here.”

“Absolutely, follow me”, he blinked on his screen.

He turned around and we headed into the depths of the ocean.

The Rift: Vox

Hello my remarkable readers,

If you haven’t read my previous chapter in the series; I urge you to read it first. Click on “The Rift: Nova” to read it.

I stood completely still in the dead silence; the creature’s heavy breathing was the only thing I could hear.  I held my breath.

It moved. I could barely saw it within my peripheral vision. I stood there as if a mannequin. My legs grew sore and I still held my breath. I was about to burst to breathe when suddenly the  monster shrieked into my right ear. I dropped to my knees and grasped my ear in the agony. Blood dripped from my ear onto my hand and on the ground.

I was unaware that I just made the worst mistake of all— Moving. The creature shrieked again. I grabbed my stuff, clutched my helmet, and sprinted through the emergency exit— barely gripping the handle and locking it.

I looked around. I was in a glass tunnel in the ocean, but there were no sea creatures, only the murky ocean waters. Suddenly, it rammed through the emergency exit and charged right at me on all fours.

I ran through a metal chamber locked a double bolted vault door and tried to catch my breath.

As I caught my breath, a bold idea crossed my mind. In front of me, there was an airlock that leads to the ocean. I reached into my sample storage and pulled out the ooze. Is this Nuclear Emitting Gel? Was that Vox?

I was answered with two vigorous thuds on the bolted door. The third flew the door right off the hinge. The monster stood in front of me. I managed to get the lid, but absent-mindedly dropped the container on the ground. The glass shattered. It’s over the monster charged at me; I shut my eyes? There was no impact. I opened my eyes and saw the creature slowly burn away.

I opened the airlock in front of me, put on my helmet, and clicked on the button. The chamber filled with  water.  Then the door in front of me lifted open.

What lied ahead of me was horrific. It was disturbing. It was sickening. It was cold-bloodily gruesome.

Thank you for reading!

The Phantom of the Opera’s Lair

Hello readers, below I’m describing what I think The Phantom of the Opera’s lair looks like. For more information click on The Phantom of the Opera. This website will lead you to a disambiguation of the types of The Phantom of the Opera.

Darkness intensifies and light slowly vanishes down the slippery, stone tiled stairs. Bobbing in a pool murky of water sat a crimson stained boat. Further past laid a desolate, uninviting cave.

One by one, candelabra rose from a lake of cloudy gloominess and sparked dim flames. Water dripped from stalactites that receded into the shadows of the never-ending ceiling. Thick ropes hung in the inky darkness above. A wooden organ echoed lonely dissonant notes.

Rats squeaked, snakes hissed, bats shrieked across the dreary cave. A bleak chill covered the pit of despair. A life-like mannequin stared into the dark abyss; broken, blood spattered mirrors scattered around, and in the center of it all sat a heartless, demented masked man on a throne of crimson.

Thanks for reading!
– Albert

The Rift: Nova

Hello my

If you haven’t read my previous chapter in the series, I urge you to read it first. Click on “The Rift: On The Other Side” to read it. I also apologize to my readers for taking such a long time on the new chapter of the series.

It was bitterly cold and the lights were dimly lit. I can barely see in front of me, but if I had to guess it looked almost exactly like our lab, but the portal, interestingly, vanished. No debris or chunks from the explosion were visible as if it wasn’t even here.

Is this the same place?

My DAIU, Digital Arm Interface Unit, reported clean oxygen. I took off my helmet. I kneeled on one knee, processing what just happened. I felt traumatized and sat there for several minutes. Then I heard a sound; It was bone-chilling. A distant metal clink followed by a disturbing shriek.

I immediately hopped on to my feet and hid behind the control panels. After several minutes, I peeked out to take a look. There was nothing there. It was dead silent.

Just as I got out from under the panels; something dripped onto my head. I wiped it off and looked above; there was a thick slimy, gooey, black ooze dripping from the ceiling. On the walls were scattered glowing blue warts that were around the entire room. What is this stuff?

The echoing clink now reappeared— still fairly distant. It gradually got louder and louder and louder. Then stopped.


The blast door burst open, yet no one was there. I took the chance to scavenge, then get out ASAP.

I located a computer terminal and discovered a map of the area. I scrolled the data bank and located a map— Station Nova.

I installed the map and other classified documents onto my tablet and collected quick samples of the ooze.

Then found a classified file. Experiment 30-9A is a unique organism, code-named Vox, it multiplies if injured. They lie around 8-12 ft tall and have  a metal-coated body. Voxes shriek occasionally. They see movement, but can’t see still objects.  Vox has long iron nails that are able to shape-shift into any form they desire. They are able to kill using their claws. Their weakness is Nuclear Emitting Gel. They are extremely hostile. If found out of cell run immediately unless you are a trained personnel. If there are no other options find Nuclear Emitting Gel.

As I finished reading the file: There were heavy breathing and irregular beating behind me.


It’s right behind me…..

Thanks! Stayed tuned for the next chapter.

– Albert

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