My Awesome Car

Over the summer I bought a 1972 Chevorlet Caprice for $600. I know, $600 is very cheap for a car, and at first I was very skeptical about how well it would run. I couldn't drive it the day we found it, so my dad drove it. He took it on the freeway and tested the V8 engine in it and said yes. So I paid for it, but on the bill of sale it says that the car belongs to my mother, which really makes me mad when I paid every last cent for it. I think it was worth it, a great car for a cheap price. The transmission in it is a little bad, but that can be fixed. And it really needs a new paint job, but it would probably cost me more than I paid for the car to paint it because there are so many rust spots. I just turned 16 on August 4, and for my birthday I got a sweet new radio/cd player in it and new speakers, it's awesome.

It's a sweet car, but the biggest downside is the gas mileage. It gets between 10 and 13 miles to the gallon, and with gas prices going as high as they are I will not have very much money left by the time I graduate, if it lasts that long. Maybe I will get a new car that gets better gas mileage before I graduate, but I really love and appreciate this car cause I paid for it.

A year later (August 2006)...
My dad took it in to get the transmission checked because we were having problems with the reverse and got some bad news. The guy told him that the reverse is pretty much gone and there are only two working gears in it. So I'm selling it to my uncle Rodney to put in a demolition derby, pretty sweet stuff....

AP World History

My 7th period at Provo High is AP World History with a guy named Mr. Murphy. When I signed up for the class I had no idea what I was in for, I thought it wouldn't be that hard, but I had never taken an AP class before. I was late for class the first day of school because I was out eating lunch a little late. Well when I walked in I was given an odd stare by Mr. Murphy. Not knowing what to do I blurted out my name, guessing that's what he wanted. He replied immediately with a "Did I ask?" and I quickly said "no". "WHY ARE YOU LATE FOR MY CLASS?!" Mr. Murphy yelled at me, and I quickly answered "I was at lunch, I'm sorry it won't happen again." He lectured us on random facts of history for the rest of the period.

On the second day of class I was on time, thank goodness. He began by telling us about how hard the class was going to be. He gave us our textbooks and after we got them he said "You have two textbooks for this class, the one before you and your notes". He then walked over by the door and pointed to a rack near it. He told us that that rack was for all of his other classes. Then he turned around and pointed to three large racks under a counter that were full of paper and said "these three are all for you". Then he had a guy go to the back of the room and pull out a huge binder full of what looked to be around 300 papers. He told us that that binder would be our second textbook and then explained to us that we would be getting roughly 85 handouts per term. It was then that I realized just how hard this class was going to be.

The third day he was talking with a girl in the front row the he doesn't really like very much, it was very funny. He asked her if she had ever been to hell and she said "yes, once" and he replied "well, welcome back."

I have always hated history, I always thought in my history classes "This is so boring, why do we care about some stupid dead people?" I don't know why or how, but Mr. Murphy makes history interesting and I think I will like it for the first time in my entire life.