Tuesday, April 10, 2007

If I came from Terror Mountain...

If I came from Terror Mountain, my life would be very different from what it is now. I would probably be a cave woman and not a teacher. I would look different too. I think I would be very scary and it would be very cold where I lived.
As a cave woman, I would probably spend most of my time hunting and finding food. I would probably need to spend a lot of time trying to keep warm too, since Terror Mountain looks like a cold place to live. I would live in a cave and not have a comfortable house like I do now. I would not have a car or have money. But I would also not have to work, so I can spend all day hanging around and looking for food to eat.
I would also look pretty different if I was a cave woman from Terror Mountain. Judging from the picture of the cave people on Terror Mountain, I would probably have fur to stay warm, horns, red eyes, long nails, big ears and a really big tail.
As a cave woman from Terror Mountain, I'll look pretty scary. Those red eyes would really terrify people in the towns. I think I might have some fun at first scaring people, but deep down, I would want people to get to know me and be my friends-- not be scared of me. I will look pretty scary to normal people, but I will stay very nice on the inside. This way, people will realize that not all scary-looking cave people are actually mean. That said, I think I'll still practice my growl.


John Labovsky said...

I have given my 401C Inclusion class at Cal State Northridge, asn extra credit assignment. They are to contact you, via email, blog, whatever, and share with you their newly acquired knowledge about BIPs.
They are to explain to you why your Bribery is a Good BIP and educationally sound even without the life skills learned at the restaurant.

I hope you have time to write them back, so they can get the extra credit. You remind me of me. You have It. Keep it up.
John Labovsky, lecturer@ CSUN and SPED teacher Leonis Continuation HS.

Weasel1 said...

2,000 words a day of writing
is all I ask - and I'm not talking
about your blog.