Jets Jets look really cool and they are fast fly high and drop bombs. Jets are fast, they fly high, and they are used for the military Jets are fast because of their engines and the turbo and the wings. According to the Corporate Jet Investor staff, “some jets can fly faster than commercial airliners (the Gulfstream G650 has a top speed of 982 km/h).” So you should take a privet jet because it is faster then a airplane. Jets fly high Jules Seeley said, “A typical commercial jet (most standard flights) cruises at around 28-35,000ft (up to 6.6 miles of altitude).” Jets fly above the cloud. How are jets used for the military? John W.R. Taylor said, “Bombers, which are larger, heavier, and less- Maneuverable craft designed to attack surface targets with bombs or missiles.” This shows that the military uses jets to drop bombs. Now learn more about jets and you can fly one.
One day when I was in Mississippi I begged my uncle to let me drive his blue Truck. First he said no and then I just kept bugging him until he finally said yes. So me my brother and my uncle got in the truck. When we got in the truck he took me and my brother at the start of the road. He got out the car and walked around the car and he got in.I got behind the wheel. First I was driving fast then I slowed down. It was cool driving on the road. My task was to drive to this far highschool. Once I got there I was tired so he drove us back home. The why I wanted to drive so bad cause it looked fun. The good news is that I got a A+ according to my Uncle and no crashes so that was good !!!!!!!!! :).
My Name I once looked up my name and learned that it means “good listener.” Or it means “asked of God” if you search just “Sam.” Either way, it seems like a lot to live up to. When I was younger, my mom told me I was supposed to be named “Emily.” My parents were pretty set on that name. I even had a doll named Emily, that was given to me right after I was born by someone who didn’t realize that wasn’t actually my name. Why would my parents change their minds? Well, first, Emily has nothing to with anything. It was a name plucked from the pages of a baby name book, circa 1988. It had no family ties or history attached to it, so it was a flimsy choice from the start. But the biggest reason I am called “Sam” is because I was born with a black eye (long story). My parents looked at me and thought that I looked too “tough” to be an “Emily,” (because I guess people named Emily aren’t tough?) so they named me Sam. It sounded tougher, allegedly. Ironically, I am not tough, neither mentally nor physically. Honestly, the black eye from something as routine as being born should have tipped my parents off to that. To this day, I don’t know anyone else who was born with a black eye. And I also know very few people named Samantha. When I was younger, I did not like my name, mostly because I wanted to fit in. There were not many other Samanthas in the class. But my name can be shaped and molded like clay. It can be stretched out, or shrunk. I like to change my mind a lot. I can be “Sam” or “Samantha” or “Sammy.” I don’t love Sammy, but people just decide to call me it anyway. Samantha is my professional, formal name. It is the name I use when I first meet someone. It is the name I use when I feel fancy. Sam sounds like familiarity. It means you are my friend. It means I trust you. I actually don’t mind when strangers call me Sam, even if I introduce myself as Samantha. It makes me feel a sense of kinship with the person, as if I already know them. I would prefer that no one call me Sammy, but I liked that name for, like, two weeks in kindergarten, and insisted that everyone call me only that. And everyone listened to me, even though I was five and therefore should not have been allowed to make decisions of any kind. I actually also spelled it “Sammi” because I wanted to be different. And because I was five. When I first teaching, some students who considered me their favorite teacher dubbed me “Sammy P.” I was kind of mad about it, and that’s probably why it stuck. I told them they were not even spelling it right. They just laughed. Now, I secretly like it because it means the kids are comfortable around me. As long as they don't use it in class. When I was younger, my parents told me the name would be “empowering.” They told me that I would never be turned away from a job because I am a woman. I had no idea what they were talking about. Honestly, I’ve never had to think about that; maybe I’m naïve, or maybe I’m just lucky. I’m definitely lucky that I had parents who taught me to fight for myself, and believed that I could be strong, even if it was not in the traditional sense of the word.
Jets
ReplyDeleteJets look really cool and they are fast fly high and drop bombs. Jets are fast, they fly high, and they are used for the military
Jets are fast because of their engines and the turbo and the wings. According to the Corporate Jet Investor staff, “some jets can fly faster than commercial airliners (the Gulfstream G650 has a top speed of 982 km/h).” So you should take a privet jet because it is faster then a airplane.
Jets fly high Jules Seeley said, “A typical commercial jet (most standard flights) cruises at around 28-35,000ft (up to 6.6 miles of altitude).” Jets fly above the cloud.
How are jets used for the military? John W.R. Taylor said, “Bombers, which are larger, heavier, and less- Maneuverable craft designed to attack surface targets with bombs or missiles.” This shows that the military uses jets to drop bombs.
Now learn more about jets and you can fly one.
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- sleepover with my cousin
My First Time Driving Without Help
One day when I was in Mississippi I begged my uncle to let me drive his blue Truck. First he said no and then I just kept bugging him until he finally said yes. So me my brother and my uncle got in the truck. When we got in the truck he took me and my brother at the start of the road. He got out the car and walked around the car and he got in.I got behind the wheel. First I was driving fast then I slowed down. It was cool driving on the road. My task was to drive to this far highschool. Once I got there I was tired so he drove us back home. The why I wanted to drive so bad cause it looked fun. The good news is that I got a A+ according to my Uncle and no crashes so that was good !!!!!!!!! :).
My Name
ReplyDeleteI once looked up my name and learned that it means “good listener.” Or it means “asked of God” if you search just “Sam.” Either way, it seems like a lot to live up to.
When I was younger, my mom told me I was supposed to be named “Emily.” My parents were pretty set on that name. I even had a doll named Emily, that was given to me right after I was born by someone who didn’t realize that wasn’t actually my name.
Why would my parents change their minds? Well, first, Emily has nothing to with anything. It was a name plucked from the pages of a baby name book, circa 1988. It had no family ties or history attached to it, so it was a flimsy choice from the start.
But the biggest reason I am called “Sam” is because I was born with a black eye (long story). My parents looked at me and thought that I looked too “tough” to be an “Emily,” (because I guess people named Emily aren’t tough?) so they named me Sam. It sounded tougher, allegedly.
Ironically, I am not tough, neither mentally nor physically. Honestly, the black eye from something as routine as being born should have tipped my parents off to that. To this day, I don’t know anyone else who was born with a black eye.
And I also know very few people named Samantha. When I was younger, I did not like my name, mostly because I wanted to fit in. There were not many other Samanthas in the class. But my name can be shaped and molded like clay. It can be stretched out, or shrunk. I like to change my mind a lot. I can be “Sam” or “Samantha” or “Sammy.” I don’t love Sammy, but people just decide to call me it anyway.
Samantha is my professional, formal name. It is the name I use when I first meet someone. It is the name I use when I feel fancy.
Sam sounds like familiarity. It means you are my friend. It means I trust you. I actually don’t mind when strangers call me Sam, even if I introduce myself as Samantha. It makes me feel a sense of kinship with the person, as if I already know them.
I would prefer that no one call me Sammy, but I liked that name for, like, two weeks in kindergarten, and insisted that everyone call me only that. And everyone listened to me, even though I was five and therefore should not have been allowed to make decisions of any kind. I actually also spelled it “Sammi” because I wanted to be different. And because I was five. When I first teaching, some students who considered me their favorite teacher dubbed me “Sammy P.” I was kind of mad about it, and that’s probably why it stuck. I told them they were not even spelling it right. They just laughed. Now, I secretly like it because it means the kids are comfortable around me. As long as they don't use it in class.
When I was younger, my parents told me the name would be “empowering.” They told me that I would never be turned away from a job because I am a woman. I had no idea what they were talking about. Honestly, I’ve never had to think about that; maybe I’m naïve, or maybe I’m just lucky. I’m definitely lucky that I had parents who taught me to fight for myself, and believed that I could be strong, even if it was not in the traditional sense of the word.