Question #1:

Is she selfish?????or is my opinion wrong?

Ok so recently In school we have been required to read this book. It's called (The Girl Who Owned The City) What happened in it was there is a girl name Lisa . What happened was Everyone died because of this Virus It only saved children 12 and under.Every kid was in desperate search for food.After it was all tooken. Lisa used her 'head' to go find new food She found this secret place full with food. While there were child gangs forming and stealing every kid 's food. She wanted to make a militia and make sure all the kids were safe and wanted to make some sort of defense. So she got a group of kids and told them I will give put food on your plates from now on if you agree to put your work and effort into this miltia and try to make this work? Everyone was dieing of starvation so ofcourse they agreed. She used a used to be highschool for them all to live together and make defense plans in order for them to stay safe from gangs and such. Now just to make this clear, the kids worked to get dogs to defence and get guns and work the cars and trucks and farming and start all that stuff up again. So the kids worked everyday really hard to make this work. The girl who started everything (LISA) declared the highschool and the food all in her authority. She declared it 'her own'. I though she wasn't selfish because when all the other kids were busy joing gangs and feeling sorry for themselves she thought of ways that she could make everything work. She found the food she formed the militia she though of how they could drive cars too instead of walking and holding everything. She thought of moving into the highschool.She thought of making it a 'reborning world'. Is she selfish to call the place and the food and everything they made her own and to call it into her possession. I think she had a right because she worked hard for it and she earned it. Not the kids. She told the kids I am not forcing any of you to work for me whenever you want you can leave and make your own living. From then on I will not put food on your plates. P>s She was very kind she treated everyone with respect and dignity and she listined to others opinions I think she was not selfish because she earned this herself and thought of all those ways I don't know what do you think Am I thinking right?


p.p.s My friends at school were debating this

Question #2:

My truck won't start and I have school tomorrow morning...help please.?

I have a 2006 Nissan Titan. It's a automatic but it won't start. The lights still come on but it doesn't make a single sound when I turn the key. This isn't the first time I've had trouble with getting it to start but it at least made a noise when I turned the key. My boyfriend told me that my ignition is probably gone but I hope not. Is there anything I can do to try to get it to start before tomorrow morning? I have nothing else to drive.

Suggestions?

Question #3:

Hey, How does my novel beginning sound??

I woke up to see my room. I rubbed my gray eyes and I walked over to my dresser. I pulled out a pair of dark gray jeans and a black t-shirt.
“Logan, you‘re gonna be late.” my mom, Tracey called from downstairs.
“I‘m going now.” I replied as I slipped on my clothes.
I grabbed a black gym bag before I ran down the stairs. I walked into the kitchen to see my family. Tracey was at the oven cooking cinnamon toast and my sister, Allyson, was waiting eagerly for the meal at the table.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning, I will see you later.” I smiled as I grabbed my jacket.
I ran down to my tan truck and pulled out of the driveway. Turning the corner, I almost slid on ice that had been left behind from the winter. The town I was driving through, SilverCreek, was a small town. Everyone knew each other here. Everyone was so friendly and was always nice to me.
“Hey, Logan.” the people would say as I drove by.
I would just smile and wave like most people do. I turned another corner and went into the parking lot of a fencing school.
“Hey,” a voice said from behind.
“Hey Espeo,” I replied.
Espeo had black hair unlike my blonde hair. His blue eyes were different from mine, and he was definitely better built. He was only sixteen and I was seventeen, but he was a lot stronger.
“Ready to train?” he asked.
“Born ready.”
We walked into the fencing school and went to the basement.
“Where did we put out swords?” Espeo asked.
“Over here.” I said as I pulled my sword out from behind a locker.
Espeo ran over and pulled his out too.
My sword was a slim, black, titanium and steel scimitar that was pretty light weight. The light weight made it fast, but it was still powerful. Espeo’s sword was a big, silver, iron and bronze cloud buster that weighed three times more than my scimitar. Even though his was bigger, it was slow.
We walked out onto a big blue mat that was our fighting arena.
“Let’s fight.” I said as I unsheathed my sword.
Being really big, Espeo’s cloud buster didn’t have a case. It didn’t matter if he had a case because he could lift it with ease.
He charged toward me with his sword being held like a baseball bat. He was to slow, so all I had to do was roll out of the way. When I landed, I slashed backwards. I had missed and Espeo was rushing toward me again. When he tried to stab me, I backed away and drove my scimitar’s point into one of the holes on his cloud buster and disarmed him.

If you don't know what a scimitar or a cloud buster looks like, here's what they look like.
Scimitar: Click Here
Cloud buster:
Click Here

The bigger cloud buster is what I was thinking.

Question #4:

How does this novel beginning sound??

I don't want the name Logan for my main character. I want a new more unique name, kinda like Espeo. Any ideas???????????

I woke up to see my room. I rubbed my gray eyes and I walked over to my dresser. I pulled out a pair of dark gray jeans and a black t-shirt.
“Logan, you‘re gonna be late.” my mom, Tracey called from downstairs.
“I‘m going now.” I replied as I slipped on my clothes.
I grabbed a black gym bag before I ran down the stairs. I walked into the kitchen to see my family. Tracey was at the oven cooking cinnamon toast and my sister, Allyson, was waiting eagerly for the meal at the table.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning, I will see you later.” I smiled as I grabbed my jacket.
I ran down to my tan truck and pulled out of the driveway. Turning the corner, I almost slid on ice that had been left behind from the winter. The town I was driving through, SilverCreek, was a small town. Everyone knew each other here. Everyone was so friendly and was always nice to me.
“Hey, Logan.” the people would say as I drove by.
I would just smile and wave like most people do. I turned another corner and went into the parking lot of a fencing school.
“Hey,” a voice said from behind.
“Hey Espeo,” I replied.
Espeo had black hair unlike my blonde hair. His blue eyes were different from mine, and he was definitely better built. He was only fourteen and I was fifteen, but he was a lot stronger.
“Ready to train?” he asked.
“Born ready.”
We walked into the fencing school and went to the basement.
“Where did we put out swords?” Espeo asked.
“Over here.” I said as I pulled my sword out from behind a locker.
Espeo ran over and pulled his out too.
My sword was a slim, black, titanium and steel scimitar that was pretty light weight. The light weight made it fast, but it was still powerful. Espeo’s sword was a big, silver, iron and bronze cloud buster that weighed three times more than my scimitar. Even though his was bigger, it was slow.
We walked out onto a big blue mat that was our fighting arena.
“Let’s fight.” I said as I unsheathed my sword.
Being really big, Espeo’s cloud buster didn’t have a case. It didn’t matter if he had a case because he could lift it with ease.
He charged toward me with his sword being held like a baseball bat. He was to slow, so all I had to do was roll out of the way. When I landed, I slashed backwards. I had missed and Espeo was rushing toward me again. When he tried to stab me, I backed away and drove my scimitar’s point into one of the holes on his cloud buster and disarmed him.

Question #5:

There is something wrong with my truck (Speed)?

I drive a Xtra Cab Toyota 1994
It has been working great until yesterday.
there was a little leakage from the powersteering. My dad decided to try to fix it.
We took out the thing that held the power steering fluid and the belt that was right before it. Put everything back but it made a weird sound. Somehow we fixed the sound and another problem comes.
So this morning i decided to drive to school with the truck. I was going around 65 mph and shifted to 5th gear. Tried to speed up but couldnt. Downshift back to 4th and tried to rev it. Nothing happened. I Shifted to 5th again but speed stayed the same. The RPM stayed at three. I had to floor the gas peddle to get to school. I didnt know what was wrong with it.

1st 2nd 3rd 4th gear works fine. When i get to 65 to 70 mph it would just stop and wont accelerate any faster.

Im thinking that it was the belt.

Question #6:

How is it possible for someone in their 60's to be poor or broke?

I hear these stories about people who have been working since they were 14 or 16 years old (they started while in high school) who are now in their 60's - and they are broke! Or on food stamps or something.

How is this possible? If you started setting aside a measly 2% of your take-home paycheck into a basket of T-bonds and other slow-growing but secure treasuries, along with a few index funds, you'd be sitting on a million-dollar gold mine by the time you were eligible for social security.

Remember, a dude who is 68 today who began working at age 16 would have began working in 1958! That means FIFTY-TWO YEARS of retirement savings should be built up!

How is it possible for someone with such an advantage to be broke or poor?

I am only 28, and I have only been working for three years (it took me until age 25 to graduate from college and law school), and I already have $110,000 saved up for my retirement. It's not hard - I just live frugally, drive an older truck, repair it myself, and I don't waste money on useless things like heroin or crack.

If I can save up $110K by age 28, how is it possible for someone with FORTY YEARS more wisdom and work experience to be BROKE? I'm not even that smart!

Question #7:

HOW IS MY WRITING?????????????????????

I woke up to see my room. I rubbed my gray eyes. I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of dark gray jeans and a black t-shirt.
“Logan, are you going today?” my mom, Tracey called from downstairs.
“Yeah, I‘m going now.” I replied as I slipped on his clothes.
I grabbed a pair of black, fingerless gloves and a bag before I ran down the stairs. I walked into the kitchen to see my family. Tracey was at the oven cooking cinnamon toast and my sister, Allyson, was eating cereal at the table.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning, I will see you later.” I smiled as he grabbed his jacket.
I ran out to his tan truck and pulled out of the drive way. Turning the corner, I almost slid on ice that had been left from the winter. The town I was driving through, SilverCreek, was a small town. It had a dinner, a church, and a school toward the far east end of it. To the west, there was an orphanage and a supermarket. It was such a small town that everyone knew each other.
“Hey Logan.” people would call out when I drove by.
I pulled up into the parking lot of the SilverCreek orphanage. When I got out of the car, a boy ran up to me. The little boy had green eyes and black hair. He was wearing dinosaur pajamas.
“Happy birthday PJ.” I said as he handed PJ the bag. “How old are you?”
“This many.” PJ held up five fingers. “Happy birthday. This is from us.” PJ said, pulling out a small wrapped gift.
“Who’s us?”
“Uh, Kristy.” PJ smiled. “How old are you?” He tried to change the subject.
“I’m seventeen.”
I walked PJ into the orphanage and into the kid’s room. Kristy, the orphanage owner was playing with some of the kids in the corner. When she saw me she got up to talk to me.
“You shouldn’t be here on your birthday.” she said.
“It’s PJ’s birthday too, I wanted to be here.” “And plus, I got him a present.”
PJ opened the box to find a stuffed otter. He ran over to me with so much excitement that he almost fell.
“Thanks Logan.” He said as he hugged me.
“Happy birthday.”
“Open yours.” Kristy said.
I unwrapped the gift.
“Is this what I think it is?” I asked.
“Yes, that’s a key to the orphanage so that you can come here any day when I’m not here.” Kristy said.
“Wow, thanks.” I said as he hugged Kristy.
Off in the other room, a bell rang. Someone was here to adopt a kid. An older women and what looked to be her daughter were here. They looked alike, brown hair and blue eyes. The mom wasn’t much taller and the girl didn’t look much younger than me.
The daughter looked at me and turned to her mom. She whispered something to her mom. She whispered and again looked at me. Her mom shooed her off.
The girl came running over and she smiled.
"Hi," she giggled.
"Hi,” I smiled back at her.
“I’m Gwen.” she said.
Her mom and Kristy were already in the back room talking about adoption.
“Logan…uh, would you like to go and talk?” I asked.
“Sure,”
“So, your mom wants to adopt?”
“Yeah, she’s forty-two and she knows I won’t be at home forever.” Gwen said. “Plus, she always wanted another kid.”
“She isn’t much older than Kristy, the owner. Don’t tell her I said that.” Logan smiled.
Logan led Gwen to the kid’s room where PJ was waiting for Logan.
“Is this your girlfriend?” PJ asked.
“No, I just met her. She came here with her mom to adopt.”
“I’m PJ.” he said as he stuck out his hand to shake.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Gwen.” She shook his hand.
PJ ran over to a toy box and then quickly came back.
“I forgot to give you this Logan. It’s my present to you.” PJ held out a little blue, silk blanket.
“Thanks, buddy.” I hugged him.
PJ ran back to play with the other kids.
“What’s his real name?” Gwen asked.
“What do you mean?” I asked as I folded the blanket and put it in my pocket.
“The name PJ normally is made from to words.”
“Oh, his name is Tucker ,but we call him PJ because he won’t wear anything, but PJ’s.”
“That makes sense.” Gwen said as she watched the kids.

Question #8:

how to remove driving on suspended or revoked from my record..?

I have 4 counts of driving on suspended or revoked..im trying to get into truck driving school but they won't let me in with 4 traffic violations..do anyone know how to get this off my record..

Question #9:

Under the tort theory of negligence who is brian liable for both, and is susan liable for little johnny?

Brian was the owner of a delivery business, and he was making a delivery of supplies to one of his customers. As Brian is driving along a street a cat runs in front of his vehicle and he swerves to miss it running his car into the gutter section of the road. Unfortunately, in the gutter is a board which is half on the curb and half in the gutter. The truck tire runs over the board and it breaks. This causes half of the board to fly through the air. Susan, a 16 year old with a new license, is driving her father’s convertible home from school. The board hits her in the head and knocks her unconscious. As a result her car swerves completely off the road and hits little Johnny who is walking home from school. Susan only suffered minor injuries and her father’s car only had minor damage. Little Johnny has major injuries and will require hospitalization for several months.
Is Brian liable under the tort theory of negligence to Susan and Little Johnny? Is Susan liable under negligence for the injuries to Little Johnny? Use the IRAC format to prepare your answer.

Question #10:

Are people born to Hate?

why is this world so full of hate? My friend and I were walking home from school, he is a canadian native (metis) (which is french/native descent), and I am a mexican. So we are walking home from school took an everyday shortcut near a neighborhood...all of a sudden these Caucasian guys in a big pick up truck drives right by us, they stop a bit and stare at us, we got sort of scared they might kill us or something, but they didn't they started laughing and called my metis friend a "chug" and threw a giant cup of slurpee at us, and he told me to go back to my country...even though I was born in Canada, and they started fingering us screaming the f word at us, and I told my friend to ignore them and to keep walking because we were almost out of the neighborhood. Eventually the guys drove away....

Why do these caucasian guys think they own Canada? I mean if they want to mess with us, then they should just mess with me, but to hate on my metis friend is a shame....because natives have been part of canada since forever, I hate these racist bastards. I think maybe that's why alot of natives in Canada drop out of highschool, is because they get intimidated by some racist caucasians, or they get made fun of....MAN i just get so pissed when people hate people.

So my question is are people born with hate, or where they taught to hate by their parents/great grandparents etc...? Also why out of all the races am I always encountering racist caucasian people, for once I just want to encounter a racist with a different skin color.....AHHH!!!!

Sometimes I wish the World faces something really big, like the end of the world or something, like in that movie 2012, I wish the world will end soon so racist people will realize they have spent years trying to discriminate only to find in the end....we all die equally.

Question #11:

How does this sound for my novel beginnijng??????????

I've posted this before, but it is edited. Tell me what you think. Hope ya like it.

I ran quickly through the forest without making a sound. Holding my breath, I aimed my bow at a silver furred, golden antlered stag running away from me. Pulling back the line, I released the arrow. It rippled through the air with great speed, but the stag sensed it racing toward him and jumped away from it. The arrow hit a tree and I rushed to pull it out.
I watched the stag bound away as he listened to the birds sing. It was so peaceful now. The trees had a dark blue trunk with silver and gold leaves.
Wow, I thought.
I woke up to see his room. I rubbed my gray eyes and thought of my dream.
“Another place I can escape to.”
.I walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of dark gray jeans and a black t-shirt.
“Logan, are you going today?” my mom, Tracey called from downstairs.
“Yeah, I‘m going now.” I replied as I slipped on his clothes.
I grabbed a pair of black, fingerless gloves and a bag before I ran down the stairs. I walked into the kitchen to see my family. Tracey was at the oven cooking cinnamon toast and my sister, Allyson, was eating cereal at the table.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning, I will see you later.” I smiled as he grabbed his jacket.
I ran out to his tan truck and pulled out of the drive way. Turning the corner, I almost slid on ice that had been left from the winter. The town I was driving through, SilverCreek, was a small town. It had a dinner, a church, and a school toward the far east end of it. To the west, there was an orphanage and a supermarket. It was such a small town that everyone knew each other.
“Hey Logan.” people would call out when I drove by.
I pulled up into the parking lot of the SilverCreek orphanage. When I got out of the car, a boy ran up to me. The little boy had green eyes and black hair. He was wearing dinosaur pajamas.
“Happy birthday PJ.” I said as he handed PJ the bag. “How old are you?”
“This many.” PJ held up five fingers. “Happy birthday. This is from us.” PJ said, pulling out a small wrapped gift.
“Who’s us?”
“The kids and Kristy.” PJ smiled. “How old are you?”
“I’m seventeen.”
I walked PJ into the orphanage and into the kids room. Kristy, the orphanage owner was playing with some of the kids in the corner. When she saw me she got up to talk to me.
“You shouldn’t be here on your birthday.” she said.
“It’s PJ’s birthday too, I wanted to be here.” “And plus, I got him a present.”
PJ opened the box to find a stuffed otter. He ran over to me with so much excitement that he almost fell.
“Thanks Logan.” He said as he hugged me.
“Happy birthday.”
“Open yours.” Kristy said.
I unwrapped the gift.
“Is this what I think it is?” I asked.
“Yes, that’s a key to the orphanage so that you can come here any day when I’m not here.” Kristy said.
“Wow, thanks.” I said as he hugged Kristy.
Off in the other room, a bell rang. Someone was here to adopt a kid.

Question #12:

Obataining a truck to drive to get a CDL?

Going to get my CDL back soon (let it expire due to a career change, now laid off) and would like to know being that no one is hiring in my area yet, how do I get a truck w/airbrakes to take the test if there are no employers hiring to use one of theirs? Do the truck driving schools offer the 26,000 GVW or straight trucks to just obtain the Class B? I was told they only have the Class A trucks available by a rep at one of the places close to me. Thanks!!

Question #13:

How is the first page of my novel?

It isn't finished yet, but I'm working on it.

Logan ran quickly through the forest without making a sound. Holding his breath, he aimed his bow at a silver furred, golden antlered stag running away from him. Pulling back the line, he released the arrow. It rippled through the air with great speed, but the stag sensed it racing toward him and jumped away from it. The arrow hit a tree and Logan rushed to pull it out.
Logan woke up to see his room. He rubbed his gray eyes and walked over to his dresser. He pulled out a pair of dark gray jeans and a black t-shirt.
“Logan, you‘re going to be late.” his mom, Tracey called from downstairs.
“I‘m coming.” Logan replied as he slipped on his clothes.
He grabbed a pair of black, fingerless gloves before he ran down the stairs. He walked into the kitchen to see his family. Tracey was at the oven cooking cinnamon toast and his sister, Allyson, was eating cereal at the table.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning, I will see you later.” Logan smiled as he grabbed his jacket.
He ran out to his tan truck and pulled out of the drive way. Turning the corner, he almost slid on ice that had been left from the winter. The town he was driving through, SilverCreek, was kind of a small town. It had a dinner, a church, and a school toward the far east end of it. It was such a small town that everyone knew each other.
“Hey Logan.” people would call out when he drove by.
Logan pulled up into the parking lot of the SilverCreek orphanage. When he got out of the car, a boy ran up to him. The little boy had green eyes and black hair. He was wearing dinosaur pajamas.
“Happy birthday PJ.” Logan said as he handed PJ a stuffed bear. “How old are you?”
“This many.” PJ held up five fingers. “Happy birthday. This is from us.” PJ said, pulling out a wrapped gift.
“Who’s us?”
“The kids and Kristy.” PJ smiled. “How old are you?”
“I’m 17.”
Logan walked PJ into the orphanage and into the kids room. Kristy, the orphanage owner was playing with some of the kids in the corner. When she saw Logan she got up to talk to him.
“You shouldn’t be here on your birthday.” she said.
“It’s PJ’s birthday too, I wanted to be here.” “And plus, I got him that bear.”
Logan pointed to PJ playing with the stuffed bear in the corner.

How did you like it?
PJ is Logan's favorite kid in the orphanage.

Question #14:

Does this have any meaning at all? Its weird, involves stealing cars and getting shot at?

I don't at all remember how it began, but at one point I am sitting in my biology class and im extremely bored. My friend is sitting near me and he asks if we should do something. I say OK and then the high school turns into a university. My friend seems to teleport to the other side of the room and becomes a gian bat. I also become a giant bat. Both of us are hanging upside down on some beam that goes around the room. Nobody seems to notice it though. We see that no one is paying attention so we leave the room. We fly to a random highway bridge thingy (Like when one highway crosses another and there are all of these ramps and stuff going all over the place) Im hanging on a ramp and he is hanging on one across from me. we are watching cars. Then this truck goes by and we get in front of it to stop it. the guy gets out and runs away. All the other cars stop too an everyone runs away. We decide to take the truck on a a joyride. Somehow we get into the truck as bats that are bigger than the cars around us. I drive it and he clings to the roof and rides. then a helicopter comes and shoots at us. I do something and it crashes into a wall and blows up. Then it ends.

WTF?

Question #15:

which car is better and why ?

2009 Scion tc with automatic transmission ?
or a 2005 toyota celica with automatic transmission ?
i been driving since i was 13 .
im use to driving a 1998 Jaguar xj8 because its my dads car
and a 1993 Dodge dakota because its his work truck .
i really like the scion tc .
im 15 going on 16 and this is gonna be my first car :]
i want a two door, sporty, slow but not super fast, good mpg, and reliable .
which should i get ?
ill be paying for gas and my dad will be paying for the car and my mom will be paying for insurance .
thanks . and fyi these cars wont be considered coupes . they will be considered a 3 door because they are hatchbacks .
i do not want a honda civic ! too many people have those in my school parking lot .
and dont give me any rude answers please. just which is better and why ? thanks

Question #16:

sounds like clutch is going out but clutch is pretty new?

about 2 years ago i was driving and i starting getting the loud noises of the motor reving up but no acceleration. i dont know much about cars i drive a 1996 Ford Ranger 4 cylinder 2.3 liter Manual truck. i asked my dad what it was he instantly thought it was the clutch so we went and bought a new one took the old out and put it in. my dad said it was odd because the clutch wasnt really in too bad of shape. we did that and it helped then it started happening again so we bled the clutch completely which took hours! and put new fluid in. which we thought was a permanent fix but today when i was driving home from school it started again on the highway i would notice the making the noise alot in 4th and 5th gear, and i wasnt getting all the acceleration. when i got to stop lights and lower gears i npticed i could only get up to about 20 mph tops. so i highly doubt it is a bad clutch because we put a new one in under 2 years ago. what could this possibly be? thank you for your help

Question #17:

My husband took my laptop away... now what?

He left to go to work earlier this morning... he wanted to take the little notebook because he's so addicted to his sick porn (also teen porn), but I told him he'd better not. He drives truck over the road. So then I left after he did... when I came home later in the afternoon, I noticed he took my laptop with him. He waited until I left and came back home and took my laptop. Now he'll be staying away for 2 or 3 weeks and I have work to do on my laptop... school and work all there... now what?
No, he can't email the files because I have a specific software installed on my computer that I use to do my work with. The files won't open on this computer I'm writing now.
How can I also get arrested because of what he's doing (teen porn) if he has the computer about 300 miles away from home and I'm nowhere near where he is? I have no business with this stuff. I just want my computer so I can do my regular work and school work on it.

Question #18:

Should I stay (and put up) with all the crap or go?

Let's say you are in a tough situation. You are married to this guy for 9 yrs that gives a crap about you. He stays away more than at home, and then when he's home he cares less, even trades you for internet porn (including teen porn). I'm sick and tired of this situation. We had made an agreement that he would help me through my school... I'm taking pre reqs for nursing (just started a month ago), and I work part time as a CNA on a home health agency. He works full time as a truck driver, which takes care of most of the bills. I help out, of course, but I also do all house work, yard work, wash car, grocery shopping, bill paying... that is, I do everything except drive his truck and make most of the money. Now I'm really getting tired of the ignoring and the internet porn and all that crap I don't think I deserve... and I was thinking about moving out and being alone. The problem is I will have to work full time to pay rent and I don't have a car (we share the car and it's on his name... still paying for it)... I don't have family in this country, so basically I'll be on my own. I am getting A+ grades in school and if depends upon my dedication, I will continue being a good student because I really want to be a nurse one day. Should I stay with him a few more yrs and put up with all this crap just so that I can finally graduate and get a better job, or should I try to make it on my own. I have heard that people trying to get to the nursing program either work part time or don't work at all... what would you do?

Question #19:

what should i do in this situation?

hi, im in a pickle, im getting my license soon , about a week. i need some input on a vehicle. my parents said i can use the 03 nissan frontier that we have for my needs. school and work. but i have always wanted to restore an old car, take that back i mean restore it to driving condition, like take care of the engine and rust and drive it around like joe dirt and his superbird. but that is going to take a lot of money and im gonna be a senior next year and i only have a grand saved up and to get a good running and driving var like a plymouth satellite or ford galaxie you need at least 5 grand. but ive always wanted a 92-98 ford f250 or 350 powerstroke truck, they are cheap and fun! i could also do minor restroration to as there may me some interior or rust or something that could be done to make it nice to get my feet wet in the restoration field as i work at a mechanics shop and may after hours have some access to tools. but when i graduate im going into the coast guard or air force and i feel as i may not have time for a mild restoration that may end up being have done. not to mention i will be in a rotc program and be in college before my service, and if i like it in the military then i will extend my stay, and any money i earn there could be put towards a car worth restoring or one already restored, i mean a charger rt car that needs restoration can easily go for 15k. i have also considered investing all or most money i earn so when i get out i will hopefully have a asset. but i will still have a reliable 7.3 powerstroke to drive into the ground if needed, plus i like to go off roading and a muscle car is not for that. i also live in the country so parking is not an issue. i have also considered late model muscle like buick regals and grand nationals but they are as expensive as a good parts car to restore, and camaros.mustangs, everyones got em. so no im considering a malibu instead of the chevelle or cutlass instead of a 442 cuz there cheaper but i still can enjoy them the same

Question #20:

were does the stereotype that really rich kids are dumb? or fail school?

i have heard this before
but honestly
i go to a high school this is the 3rd high school ive gone to in my city
and its not like say 95% of other schools
some of the richest kids from the lake area and downtown go here
and than some semi ghetto kids and everyone gets a long than normal subruban kids anyhow..these rich kids a lot drive + 20,000 30,000 Dollar trucks, like ford f250 or 2006 chevy silverado's raised up
cause these kids also have ranches
or escalades
or bmw or old bmws and mercedes

i have noticed that these rich kids
some say idk 30% are spoiled and do nothing but party but almost all of them are still smart
or have lots of tutors that get them extra smart..in the end it seems that they will likely go to ivy league or at least private universities because they all make good grades or dont make good grades but have money and have enough smarts about business to at least do descent in the real world..sense most of their parents are entrepreneurs via either real estate or lawyers or doctors or sales representatives or so on

only like 5 super rich kids
are dumb and do nothing but get drunk
i got a buddy named luke he' comes drunk to school at least a couple times a month like at least 6 times
he is stoned all the time
and gets stoned at lunch all the time
but he has money so despite him not giving a sh#t about anything he will likely at least do something descent





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