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A couple days ago I did a speech about an important event in my life. I did my speech on when, last year, my band and I played the song "welcome to the jungle" by guns and roses, to get extra points when we did an african unit in sixth grade.

The biathlon is an Olympic event that involves skiing a certain distance, stopping at certain points to shoot a rifle for an accuracy competition, and then skiing some more to reach a goal in the shortest amount of time possible. It started as a training exercise for the Norwegian Military, and was first introduced as a sport in 1924. The sport was good, but did not have a big enough fan base until the 1960 winter Olympics, when it was inducted as an Olympic sport. The equipment used includes a 22-caliber rifle, an arm sling, and a pair of skis and poles. The athletes ski for a length of track, and then stop at a certain point and shoot at targets from different positions, prone and standing. Missing a target means that you will have to ski a penalty lap as a penalty, which takes away from your goal of completing the distance in the shortest time possible. However, in a different kind of race in which the competitors compete alone, one at a time, the penalty is simply an addition of one minute onto their time.

The biathlon is a difficult sport that requires athletes to be in peak physical condition, and to train constantly. The cardiovascular fitness of a competitor is crucial, but even more important is their ability to focus. While shooting, you are on skis surrounded by more athletes shooting, and the crowd cheering behind you. Because of this, you must have the ability to concentrate on your target, or BAD THINGS WILL HAPPEN. Competitors also train in two main areas, marksmanship (accuracy), and Nordic skiing, two equally important parts in an incredible sport.

The 2010 winter Olympic biathlon events are: Woman's 7.5 km sprint, Women' 10 km pursuit, Women's15 km individual, Woman's 12.5 km mass start, and Woman's 4x6 km relay. Mn'snts are: Men's 10 km sprint, Men's 12.5 km pursuit, Men's 20 km individual, Men's 15 km mass start, and Men's 4x7.5 km relay. In 2010, the medals in curling were: Germany; Gold, Gold, Silver, and Bronze. France; gold, Silver, Silver, Bronze, Bronze, and Bronze. Slovakia; Gold, Silver, and Bronze. Austria; Gold, Gold, Gold, Silver, Bronze. Norway; Silver. Sweden; Gold. Croatia; Bronze. Russia' Gold, Gold, Silver, Bronze. Kazakhstan; Silver, and Belarus; Silver, and Bronze. Up until 2010 the Olympic events were extremely limited, with few competitors, and this year held a competition with many, many more events and countries.

To conclude, the biathlon is an awesome sport, created by the Europeans and enjoying popularity among them. The event has enlarged much in 2010, and hopefully will become bigger and bigger, and become one of the largest Olympic sports there is.

MY LOVE FOR YOU IS LIKE CIRCULATION: IT ALWAYS GOES AROUND.

MY LOVE FOR YOU IS HIGHER THAN CIRRUS CLOUDS, THICKER THAN CUMULUS CLOUDS, AND POURS FROM THE SKY LIKE RAIN FROM A NIMBO-CUMULUS CLOUD.

MY LOVE FOR YOU IS THROUGH THE THERMOSOHERE.

Hello, my name is Arthur, and if you are reading this, you are the reminants of the Celtic civilization. Many years ago, i fought the Roman conquest with the Celtic army, the fighting force of all the united Celtic villages. We did not entirely stop the roman conquest, but were fierce enough to stop the Romans from destroying all of our culture. This is my story of the differences between the Roman empire, and us, the Celts.

Our Celtic villages were rather primitive compared to the temporary roman forts, and lacked many features posessed by the Romans. The Roman barracks were advanced and organized, built in bunk beds and perfectly kept, and we had no organized army, so our "soldiers" lived in our standard cottages, sparse and overlived. The Romans also brought something entirely new with them, "the baths". This was a socializing and cleaning place where Romans socialized and spent their free time. The romans were a clean and formal people, and they shaved their facial hair, as opposed to our hair covered faces.

The Romans had a formal army, that fought in the army for a living. Our Motley Crue of an army fights to protect the homeland, and works out in the fields to grow food to help our family and ourselves survive. The Roman army has close, tight fighting ranks to stop us celts from getting inside the ranks and devastating their formations. Their generals are brilliant strategists, like Julius Caesar, the commander of the army that attacks us. The only thing preventing the complete Roman overtake of our land is the feirceness of our soldiers, which brings me to belive than an agreement will eventually take place between us and them. The romans area very well equipped army, with a spear and helmet, and armor and shoes for every soldier in their army. They also have a sword that is 2 feet long, used for thrusting and stabbing, and carry a kit bag with them to bring their possesions and necessary living equipment with them. our army is simply equipped with a spear, shield and helmet, and whatever else we have.

The Roman way of life is very formal and organized, unlike ours. The Romans have a base camp with a Headquarters, Commander's Quarters, Parade Ground, multiple Barracks's, Baths, and Workshops where all of their weapons and equipment is made. From the intel us celts have gathered, the Romans practice military drills every day, and are very well diciplined. Their free time is spent in their Barracks, or the Baths. The best place for a celtic attack would be to sneak into the Commander's Quarters, assasinate the commander, then move on and take control of the Headquarters with a small attack force. However, the best way to deal with these Romans may be to simply make peace. They are very rich and a relationship between us may be benifitial for us all.

Going back to my story, my end came with a Roman attack. The battle was long and hard, and was fought equally on both sides. The Romans were commanded by a worthy leader, Charlius Petticus. This man was the one to end my life, and me to end his. He threw his pilum spear at me, which I dodged. I picked it up, but the point was made of soft iron, and it had bent. He then charged me, and I tried to ward him off with my spear. He cut the tip off, so i pulled my dagger and stabbed him. alas, victory was not so easy, for just as I was sure of victory, he stabbed me in the heart, and so was the end of my life. The Romans never did conquer us, and simply built a wall to divide us from them. We made peace, but the Romans went on to become the greatest empire ever.

My love for you is higher than cirrus clouds, thicker than cumulus clouds, and pors from the sky like from a nimbostratus cloud.

My love for you is throught the thermosphere.

My love for you is like circulation: it always goes around.

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY AND STUFF

In 1963, Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. gave a speech in Washington D.C. This speech protested the way black people in the United States were treated, and demanded that they be given equal rights and segregation eliminated. This dream quickly became a reality, with the destruction of segregation and equal rights to blacks. Martin Luther King Jr. Had done his job well, and his message of equality and what the future held for us came across very clear and true. Close to fifty years later, Segregation is no more, but there is still racist people in this world. Although there is no way to have done his job perfectly, and eliminate racism, Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. was a speaker more sensational than Ozzy Osbourne a singer, and he changed the United States Of America Forever.

Fog mixes with lights.

We won't take that I can't see.

Twisted sister rocks.

I wanna rock hard,

But no, I can't see.

But I will Anyway.

Turn it down, you say,

but I can't, cause fog's in the way.

That's good, now lets rock.

Hey, this is our life,

But the fog clouds the whole song.

But I wanna rock.

The dark light starts off,

The drums shrouded by fog

Twisted sister rocks.

Prologue:

Back in the late 50's, music had an issue. No one knew where the light jams and stupid country music was going to end up, would it make music terrible, or would it end up giving birth to the greatest genre of music ever created?

There was once a man, an awesome man, like really awesome, who was insanely skilled at guitar. His name was Jimi Hendrix, and his skill did not come just randomly. He had to work for it. Jimi had an average childhood, not like Michael Jackson, with early fame, Jimi was just an just an average kid. He grew up, became a young dude, and like all young dudes had a coming of age ceremony, dinner with the gods.

So he and his minion buddy dudes went up to the god's cloud-fortress to begin the dinner. It was delicious, and he had a seat next to the awesomest god-dude of them all, Chuck Norris, the king of the gods. They were talking and stuff, and Jimi was stoked to be talking to the greatest person in the world and like the universe and stuff, but then he noticed an object in the corner of the cloud room. It had two horns, and a long neck between them, with six strings. The object had very interesting color, with orange fading into black, and a brownish color in the combination. There was a white shield type thing on it, obviously designed to protect against something.

Little did Jimi know, he was looking at the first fender stratocaster, one of the god's own tools of rock. He instantly knew he had to have it. When they we leaving the dinner party, he managed to grab it without being seen. He got back to earth and formed a band.

At first, his band, the Jimi Hendrix Experience was just a bunch of dudes, but like every good band, it grew, and eventually became popular, and more popular, and more popular, until it was insanely awesome, and it was just missing one thing, rock as we know it. He knew only Chuck Norris would have a thing so awesome, so he decided to steal it, for the good of mankind.

As he infiltrated the cloud fortress, he sneaked across the wall, flat as a pancake, a recorder in hand. He began to hear a great sound. Booming, rockful, awesome rocking rock! He turned the corner and saw a band, a live performance of the song that we now know as purple haze. He hit the recorder, and right as the song hit the one minute mark, he was spotted. “HEY!” Chuck yelled “ROCK N' ROLL IS A GODLY THING AND YOU CAN'T HAVE IT. IN TEN YEARS YOU SHALL DIE IF YOU LEAVE WITH THAT!” Jimi didn't believe him, and ran off with the recorded music.

That element, the gods form of rock was the last remaining element of the band, and they quickly went on to be the greatest band in the world, and rocked, played gigs, and was totally awesome. They were the greatest band at at Woodstock, a three day music festival of rock and stuff. But in 1960, everything came to an abrupt stop. Jimi had just played a very long gig, that totally exhausted him to like, the bone. He sat down on his bed and gulped down a couple of sleeping pills to help him get to sleep. The lights in his eyes began to dim, obviously a regular occurrence in getting to sleep, but he felt something else, an inner peace, and that he would never feel the evilness of the world ever again.

So Jimi peacefully died, but his legacy went on, and he is still considered the greatest guitar player ever to live. The gods were angry, but the rock went on, and is the greatest genre of music ever.

My collage was influenced by punk rock culture, which has stuff like messed up things that are normally present in society, like the cover art for the Guns N’ Roses album LIES. I showed my influences by this with the large amount of magazine text I included in the collage. I added shapes of guitars over the collage which added to the punk rock culture that I showed in my collage. I tried to shape the collage with the road going into a bunch of mountains, but the guitars I painted kind of took away from that to the point where you can’t see it anymore. I used the colors green, blue, and purple to paint the guitars, which looked really awesome. All in all, the collage was a success, and I think I deserve an A+.