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Diary of an Awesome, Friendly kid book review      A new book was released by one of my favorite authors on April 9, 2019, a date that's just behind  the window. Though, Diary of an Awesome, Friendly kid was different from the typical, state of the art, series. It was based on the adventures of Rowley Jefferson, at least the first and last few pages were. Mainly it was a biography of Greg Heffley, a so-called 'wimpy' teenager who expresses his wacky middle school life and occurrences. I found Kinney's latest book to be exclusive and fantastic, so besides a few negative, cliche notes, I will have aforementioned several positive aspects of this fresh bestseller. Enjoy!! Humor      Now, let me just mention that all of the books in the Wimpy kid  series are hilarious, but this book brought up a second hand type of unique humor; humor from the point of view of Rowley, second person. My lips are curved because Kinney chose not to make this ...

Llamas - by Aryan Mukherjee I am here to tell you, the story of a llama,  a tale so mighty, as to put you in a trauma.  And by the end of this magnificent legend,  you will lean on your seat to the edge and... There was a llama, amongst his herd,  grazing along, while unloading turds.  When all of a sudden, he heard a noise,  and jerked his head up, to see in a poise.  A camouflaged batch,  of youthful hunters,  pointing their guns,  with the aim of a punter.  Before he could act, their were ear-splitting shots,  and a web of nets, hitting right on spot.  With faces full of terror, and a strangled bray,  they were carried to a castle, hauled away. The hapless batch, was lugged into jail,  handcuffed and all, faces pale.  A well- knit man sauntered into the containment,  and he wasn't here, at all for entertainment.  He was infact the empe...

T is for Teacher, and Taekwondo      Thump! I slammed my heel against the board like a missle. No dice, it still didn't break. This was my last board break attempt before the dreaded taekwondo testing this Saturday and I still failed to obliterate the wood. If I couldn't break on Saturday, I would be stuck as a red belt for another two months, eons!      "That was your final attempt" my instructer grumbled shaking his head, "Come on Mukherjee, I know your potential. Don't let yourself stoop."      At taekwondo, it is mandatory that we certify each other by their last names in black belt class. We do it so many times that ample of us have forgotten each other's first name! Anyhow, at the end of class, my instructor Mr. Gentry noticed the frown adorned on my face and gave me a heart to heart.      "Mr. Mukherjee, I know you have been struggling in class and I would like you to know that I did too...