Friday, January 29, 2010
10sso
Yesterday, Dennis and I waited for our transport for our weekly drug group,but our transport left us. Then me and my twin wandered around the campus .
Friday, January 22, 2010
“Podcast Poem Preview
I Cry
Sometimes when I'm alone
I Cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confiding,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes...
I Cry
and no one cares about why.
Written by Tupac Shakur
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Winter Vacation
My winter vacation was really boring. This winter I stayed in the house all day playing an outplayed video game. The first day of my vacation I was called down to the office, Tia and Beth and Mark told me that I was doing horrible and that I need to go home and pack three days of clothes because I was not going to spend Christmas at SPA, but I was going to cats. I didn’t go to cats because I was saved by Christmas. On Christmas I got one thing that I wanted but it was not exactly what I wanted. I asked for an authentic Darren McFadden jersey but SPA got a replica jersey. They only thing that I got that I wanted were a Derrick Rose authentic jersey. Next year, I’m looking forward for a better vacation hopefully.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
What can love do?
There once was a girl who did not know what love was till she met this person. This person treats this person with care, trust, and with respect. They got in a relationship and she still did not know what was love .This girl was told that she was loved but she did not believe but until one day everything changed and that person was not there. This girl was given another chance and she realized that she did not have the same feeling when the person was gone. This Person was not a boy but, a girl and it does not take a girl and boy just to love but two people who care about each other
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
My Best friend
My best friend means the world to me right now. She’s always there for me, and I’m always there for her. She always trying to get me to smile when I’m mad, and she tries to help me in school and relationships. When there is a problem with my best friend, I try to help her, but she doesn’t always listen to me. We’re not perfect best friends, but we talk to each other, care about each other, and make sure that we listen to each other. I want to thank my best friend for being my best friend and always being there during our tough times. Regardless of what happens between her and I in the future, she will always be my best friend.
Love you BestFriend
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Poetry Sounds
At first, I thought rhyme was words that sounded alike, but I learned that rhyme is the repetition of the sounds of the stressed vowel any sound that follow in words that are close togetherr.
An example of a poem with end rhyme is below. The title is Whatif, and the author is Shel Siverstein The rhyme scheme is aabbcc....
Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow talle?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow talle?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!
On my poetry pretest, I was below grade-level. On my post test, I hope that I will be at least grade-level. I will study the night of the test and I will study before the test.
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