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May 25, 2010

Accomplishment Essay :)

Accomplishment Essay

One thing that I have overcome this year that I am proud of is, that I have reclaimed myself and im proud to be who I am. Every other year like sixth and seventh grade I was always afraid that people were talking about me and that I have to be perfect. But this eighth grade year I find out that it doesn’t really matter and that I should stop being so paranoid because no one is really talking about me.

I have a lot of true friends that I will never forget. Some of my friends are going to tech and to central and it makes me really sad to know that I am going to be leaving behind a friend that I have known as young as kindergarten. I have many friends now, but I think that it might be hard to make new friends in high school I am very… ohhh how should I say this… SCARED! Haha! But also I am nervous about the path that lies ahead and how im going to be preparing myself for these tough years.

My high school year I am going to be coy and suttle and not be the same way that I am now I am going to try and have as many friends as possible and stay out of all of the drama that usually happens in schools. I am not going to act like some others girls and try to be the center of attention. That is another thing that I have accomplished is not trying to be loud and so random things so that I act like the center of attention.

The last thing I am going to talk about is drama club, drama club is really cool and for the past six years I have been in drama there are always two drama shows each year and I have been in all of them. All of my friends tell me that I am a good singer and good actress and I believe them because they are true friends if they don’t lie to me and tell me the truth.

These were the things that I was most happy to accomplish. And I cant wait to accomplish some new ones in high school.

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May 11, 2010

Scat Book Review!

SCAT

By: Carl Hiaason

A school goes on a trip to the Black Vine Forest and there is this teacher named Mrs. Starch and she is said to be a witch, and a very very mean lady. All of the kids in school hated her and didn’t want her as a teacher. But on the trip to the black vine swamp Nick and Marta who are the main characters are sitting there in the middle of the forest with their class eating lunch when all of a sudden there is this high pitch scream that sounded like it came from a dying human. Nick also was recording and swore he saw something run by in his camera, but when he showed it to Marta and his mother they both laughed and joked around about it.

There is also this kid named Duane Scrod Junior, but everyone called him Smoke for his previous arsonists. He got suspended for school often, and when the teacher Mrs. Starch got all up into his face he, chomped on her pencil and left a gnarly bite in it and left the class. At the black vine swamp all of the kids were there except of course “Smoke” because of his actions in class that day. After they heard the scream of terror from that unidentified living object, everyone started to smell smoke, like from a fire. Everyone was instructed to leave in an orderly fashion and they did, but Marta left her inhaler in the forest, and Mrs. Starch went back to get it. The kids have not seen her since then, after two weeks there was still no sign of her. If you want to know the rest of this book and what happens to Mrs. Starch then read the book.

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May 10, 2010

Theme Post!

today i sat down…… on a chair…. it was nice.

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May 7, 2010

Mothers Day Poem!

Mothers Day Poem

Mom’s smiles can brighten any moment,
Mom’s hugs put joy in all our days,
Mom’s love will stay with us forever
and touch our lives in precious ways…
The values you’ve taught,
the care you’ve given,
and the wonderful love you’ve shown,
have enriched my life
in more ways than I can count.
I Love you Mom!

For all the times you gently picked me up,
When I fell down,
For all the times you tied my shoes
And tucked me into bed,
Or needed something
But put me first instead.
For everything we shared,
The dreams, the laughter,
And the tears,
I love you with a “Special Love”
That deepens every year.

Love,

Your First!

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May 3, 2010

Choices, by: Nikki Giovanni

CHOICES

If i can’t do
what i want to do
then my job is to not
do what i don’t want
to do
It’s not the same thing
but it’s the best i can
do
If i can’t have
what i want . . . then
my job is to want
what i’ve got
and be satisfied
that at least there
is something more to want
Since i can’t go
where i need
to go . . . then i must . . . go
where the signs point
through always understanding
parallel movement
isn’t lateral
When i can’t express
what i really feel
i practice feeling
what i can express
and none of it is equal
I know
but that’s why mankind
alone among the animals
learns to cry

Reflection: you need to make the right choices, the best you can do isnt enough sometimes, sometimes you have to go the extra mile.

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April 28, 2010

Poem For The Class, In The Poetry Corner! :D

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought –
So rested he by the Tumtum tree.
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came wiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

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5 little poems! :)

Limerick-

I like to go swimming in the pool

Swimming in the pool is really cool

I go under the water

I have an inflatable otter

I like the pool more than I like school.

Limerick-

I like to sing songs

I sing songs about salad tongs

I sing in front of my friends

The applause never ends

I like to hit gongs.

Haiku-

She is Brianna

Her best friend is Lexi Friend

They have lots of fun.

Cinquin-

Monkeys

Hairy scary

Running climbing crawling

Noisy scratching picking grooming

Mammal

Freeverse-

The color blue makes me feel serene

Tranquil…

It makes me think of whales

Blue whales

Amazing whales that flipper and flapper

In the ocean BLUE

The ocean blue……………..

Perfect in every wayJ

Blue from start to finish.

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April 20, 2010

Sleeping In The Forest: Maya Angelou

I thought the earth
remembered me, she
she took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept

reflection: This is a very pretty poem that makes me feel good inside, i dont know why though. Maya Angelou really gets inside my head and i can hear her voice in her poetry:)
as never before, a stone
on the river bed, nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated
light as moths among the branches
of the perfect trees. All night
I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me, the insects, and the birds
who do their work in the darkness. All night
I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better

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May 28, 2010

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