200 Below Zero AHW

A tale of a really old grandfather telling a tale of exploring Antarctica to a 5 year old girl.

"Oooh, there I was standing among bears, so cold that I couldn't even imagine…", said the old man in a hoarse, aged voice. "But, Grampy George polar bears don't live in Antarcti-what-i-ca, they live up North, silly!", A short stubby little girl corrected her grandpa, with such a squeaky voice that you'd think that she ate sugar for breakfast every day. "I'm sorry Snowflake, I meant penguins.", he croaked back with an even more cracked voice. "Hey, my name isn't snowflake! It's Polly. Now tell me a boat them snow drifts.", You might not think 5 year olds have accents, but this one has the heaviest Southern accent you'll ever know. Meanwhile her grandfather had a… well, sort of, a Canadian mixed with Northern accent. "Polly, I know how much you want to see snow. Anyway, snow is white- very white, kindly fluffy and gentle - like a lamb's touch, cool eh." She stared at him blankly: it wasn't enough for her, "How cold was it Gramps?" He didn't think she would need to know - he underestimated her now he knows that Polly needs details, detail, examples in order to understand. He began, "Um snow is white like a cloud. Fluffy like cotton candy, but not as sticky. Gentle like slowly falling leafs. Graceful like a thousand ballet dancers. Fun like, uh, Fun like you Polly." He thought that he pretty much covered it all - he barely had any voice left! "Okee-dokes, but, I wanna know how cold it was, Grampy G," now they both understood each other. Polly was used to coolish Winters and steaming Summers, so she couldn't know what cold felt like. Her grandfather started again.
 "As cold as your fridge."
 "How cold's that."
 "In Antarctica it was freezing nothing in sight besides ice for miles at a time."
 " Ya-huh. A better word'd be frigid and I now mean exactly how cold it was."
Unlike the other questions her grandfather didn't stutter at this one, even though it meant some exaggeration Polly would understand. "200 degrees below zero." Polly's jaw dropped, "Wow, gramps I wanna go, too."

SS Patriot Conversation

The patriot I choose is Benjamin Franklin.

B is for Ben Franklin.
A is for me (A for Ania)

A - Hello sir.
B - How are you young patriot? Are you writing each day?
A - I am doing well and I don't know how to write.
B - Will you help me prove to Britain our independence?
A - Yes. I am very fond of your wisdom and discoveries. You have contributed do much to the colonies.
B - I am only doing what is right. Their laws are unfair!
A - I know! I am just so angry! I could just scream at them or worse…!
B - Calm down. There is always a safer way to solve problems. I wrote to change other's minds', and it worked.
A - We can no longer trust the King! Anyway, Good-bye, sir.
B - They will continue making unfair laws. Give me liberty or give me death! Bye.

SS Loyalist Conversation

The loyalist I choose is Lord Dunmore

L is Lord Dunmore
A is me (A for Ania)

L -  Greetings young loyalist.
A - 'Afternoon. I am very fond of your naval attack on the patriots along the Elizabeth River in Virginia.
L - Thank you! I feel that since Great Britain started the colonies we need to pay them respect.
A - To warn you some patriots have been angered because of you, Lord.
L - Why? Ha Ha! From my toughness on them, just to obey me!
A - Wouldn't the economy crash then?
L - Of course not! Fighting for independence would waste their money. So, the economy would crash from that.
A - I am a loyalist because of your great influence on us. All people that disobey Britain are traitors!
L - I agree! I was appointed by the King do you should treat me with equal respect and obey.
A - I am grateful for your time. Long live the King.

AT home WRITING for thursday in April of 2014

Description of a peacocks tail.

Long and elegant. Gentle and Mysterious. A round opal rainbow in the center of a comet shaped fan. Kindly bending tendrils soft to the tough come in blue, purple and green! Make such a show give a wiggle or jiggle attract contract. Shining in the light like lightning. Oh, my, how would you describe a peacocks feather's?

Poetry Slam

Today I participated in an event called the Poetry Slam. This is where students perform written poetry pieces and then are judged. I don't know what place I got, I am guessing 3rd though. This was the poem I did but with a few alterations:

Moon Dreams
written by - Tricia CWX

A pale moon dreams  
of being noticed.

A bright moon dreams 
of being heard.

The new moon dreams
to have stars in the sky
to get through the dark, dark night.

The crescent moon dreams 
of being young forever.

While the half moon dreams
of another half 
to be with.

But, the gibbous moon dreams all moon's dreams
of being perfect
and loved by all.

Just like a full moon.

Complaint Letter ———— April 23

April 21, 2014
(school's address)

(Mr J's Adress)

Dear Mr. Joseph,

My name is Ania U, I am a hard school worker and I need quiet in order to work. Though frequently that is not the case. I am writing to concern that many students are disrespecting the teachers and talking during quiet class work periods when the kids are supposed to be quiet.

     On the week of March 15, our assignment was to read for two hours - March is reading month, we were having a read-a-thon. I was focusing and reading my book, the Westing Game, meanwhile some students were playing games on their technological devices, talking in voices above whispers, and being distracting and disrespectful to the substitute teacher. I couldn't read my book! It happens on other days, too. On days when we are learning by listening to the teacher many students were zoning out and using inactive listening skills. 

     Students are being disrespectful to teachers and not listening. I am left with much homework to do. The substitute teacher leaves with a bad note on them.

     What I think is that certain students are just ruining the whole classes reputation. Other students get irritated, too. If I don't tell the teacher to quiet the class then it would be even worse! Many students move to other spaces because of this. The school ruling is excellent; but what is the point of them if the kids don't listen!

      What I am asking of you is that you make the ruling stricter and allow the kids some elbow room at periods. Please have the consequences be memorable and model the good kids. Can you just let the kids get away with it? No. Then we would all have a better understanding from administrators, parents, and to kids. For the sake of me and fellow students please take this to consideration.

Sincerely, 

Ania U

cc: Mr. Joe, Mom, Dad

Lost in the Ocean

Are you lost? Trapped? In the sea's unforgiving waves. All I could see was the eye of the storm inside of me: calm… silent anger… relentlessly trying to have some hope. How could I have had hope when the ship of 1725 had been caught in a net, a sea storm. A net that spelled D-E-A-T-H; but why? Every time I look into the seemingly innocent blue abyss I hear, feel, and see my loss and the ocean's shallow heart trying to crack into mine. Something was different ever since that year, the gulls' normally welcoming call sounded rough and hoarse, the wind wasn't zestful it was opaque. How could my peer's on that ship have been so naive, so willingly crossing the dark, dark water just for purposeful adventure. I am lost. And trapped in a cold blanket of emotion. But, deep inside of me there was a spark of hope and it would spread like a wildfire. That wildfire would not quench not even under the strongest sea storms.

Song That I made up AHW

I am not a professional song writer but here is a song that I wrote.

(By the way I was having tech. issues with uploading photos so the bunny's autograph you won't see until tomorrow)

Started out alone in the Milky Way.

No one would help me.

And the darkness engulfed me in my sorrows.

So will you take my to infinity and beyond.

The shadows fall and don't rise until we get to the beyond.

Don't know where to look.

Tucked away in a pocket of misery.

Beyond the Milky way where to stars gather I won't be a glitch in that world.

April 21 Complaint Letter

April 21, 2014
(My address)

(Principal's Adress)

Dear Mr. Morawski,

My name is Ania U, I am a hard school worker and I need quiet in order to work. Though frequently that is not the case. I am writing to concern that many students are disrespecting the teachers and talking during quiet class work periods.

     On the week of March 15, our assignment was to read for two hours - March is reading month, we were having a read-a-thon. I was focusing and reading my book, the Westing Game, meanwhile some students were playing games on their technological devices, talking in voices above whispers, and being distracting and disrespectful to the substitute teacher. I couldn't read my book! It happens on other days, too. On days when we are learning by listening to the teacher many students were zoning out and using inactive listening skills. 

     Students are being disrespectful to teachers and not listening. I am left with much homework to do. The substitute teacher leaves with a bad note on them.

     What I think is that certain students are just ruining the whole classes reputation. Other students get irritated, too. If I don't tell the teacher to quiet the class then it would be even worse! Many students move to other spaces because of this. The school ruling is excellent; but what is the point of them if the kids don't listen!

      What I am asking of you is that you make the ruling stricter and allow the kids some elbow room at periods. Please have the consequences be memorable and model the good kids. Then we would all have a better understanding from administrators, parents, and to kids. For the sake of me and fellow students please take this to consideration.

Sincerely, 

Ania U

cc: Mr. Joe, Mom, Dad

The Easter Bunny

 The Easter bunny is real! you now why:
 On the night he/she came I wrote a paper asking for their autograph. I left out a pencil for them to write with, but I had not thought this through - rabbits don't have hands. So, to my surprise their signature was a smudge of dirt 2'' high with a slight tilt to the right. Even more surprising was that at the bottom of the page there were two buck teeth marks.

(I will post a picture of it tomorrow)

Easter Poem………Ahw

3 Easter Haikus

Nature is renewed

The birds will once sing again

Bring us (Easter) eggs of hope

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Search for hidden treats

Celebrate with a bunny

Easter has come here

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Colors everywhere

Keeping spirits glad in Spring

Hope you like the sweets

Decorations for Easter

AHW

Yearly seasonal decorations in our kitchen!!!!!!!!

Every time of the year my family decorates our kitchen. The theme is the upcoming holiday, season, or event. So this time in recognition of Easter we decorated our kitchen like this ^. We do this because, well of course to stay in season but we feel that our kitchen gets sort of plain with a giant, empty, beige wall. Let's go festivity!

At home writing

List of tongue twisters: Make sure you say them all really fast

How much wood can a wood chock chuck if a wood chuck could chuck would

She sells sea shells down by the sea shore

Toy boats, Toy boats, take time to float with floats on toy boats

Peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers

Eleven benevolent elephants

Six sleek swans swam swiftly southwards

Gobbling gargoyles gobbled gobbling goblins

Four furious friends fought for the phone

Tie twine to three tree twigs

Power's Out!

This is the dark staircase I had to go up in order to get to my bedroom during the power outage.

I was utterly bored when I came home from school today. I was hoping to get to read. Oh no! Once I opened the front door I realized that something was wrong: the lights were off, no time was showing up on the oven, and my sister wasn't watching her favorite show. My grandma looked up from her magazine and told me in a matter-of-a-fact tone, "The power is out… as you see," I excitedly threw off my back pack and went into our dimly lit living room and set out to read to my heart's content until it got too dark!

Sandstorm

Short Story

Nobody like Sandstorm
(I am writing my own short version of 'Out of the Wild', that is the first book of the Warriors series)

"Firepaw, this is Spottedleaf", Whitestorm meowed. He had told Firepaw that Spottedleaf was ThunderClan's medicine cat. Firepaw stared into her beautiful amber-green eyes. Her tortoiseshell patterned fur illuminated her kind character in the crisp evening. "Well," Whitestorm began interrupting the silence and noticing the glances Firepaw and Spottedleaf were exchanging, "medicine cats are not allowed to have a family - no kits. Firepaw stopped looking at the heart-warming she-cat and went to find Graystripe - the apprentice who introduced him to the clan. Before his arrival in ThunderClan, Firepaw lived with his house folk (owners) and lived a straight forward life as a kittypet (kittypet = house cat), now it is the opposite.
     Sandpaw and Dustpaw glared at Firepaw when he padded into the apprentice's den (apprentices = cats training to become warriors). "I suppose you expected your two legged house folk to come and feed you," Sandpaw sneered, then she looked at Dustpaw with round eyes. "Uh, and you are not clan born." "Leave him alone Sandpaw, you're just jealous that Buestar the clan leader invited him to stay!", Graypaw meowed. Firepaw gave him a grateful look. But, before washing his paws, Firepaw peeked over to Sandpaw, when there gazes met Firepaw just continued washing his paws.
     "Firepaw, Graypaw, Lionheart, and Darkstripe, you are going on a hunting patrol," the cold-hearted deputy - Tigerclaw, ordered (deputy = next to become leader). Firepaw and his patrol bounded of into the forest. "Let's try hunting by snake rocks, prey has bound to be hiding in the cracks," Lionheart told them. "Sounds good, but, I would have chosen the owl tree, anyway let's go!" Darkstripe countered.
   When the patrol returned a shriek of horror awaited them. "What has happened," Lionheart demanded. Willowpelt, the cat who had wailed, whispered something to Lionheart. "Oh no, we must alert Bluestar and the Clan," Lionheart ordered. "What has happened?", Firepaw asked. "You will find out soon enough," Darkstripe said with a smirk on his face. Bluestar jumped onto her high rock and called in the clan. 
     "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath high rock for an emergency clan meeting," Bluestar called, and her voice wrung around the hollow. Cats emerged from their dens. Firepaw and Graypaw sat in the front and Firepaw noticed that Willowpelt had emerged from behind Highrock carrying a somber gaze. Lionheart, Darkstripe and other Warriors joined in. Longtail with his apprentice Swiftpaw entered through the thorn tunnel entrance and sat beside Lionheart. Dustpaw and Sandpaw stumbled out of the apprentices den and dragged the queens out of their den (queens are she-cats expecting or nursing kits). Goldenflower who was one of the lead queens  helped the elders into the clearing with the rest of the cats milling about to find a spot. "Eh-hum," Bluestar began, "You all know that we have been having difficulties with ShadowClan lately (ShadowClan is another group of cats)," "Spottedleaf is dead," Screams of dismay, hollers of worry, and gasps of grief rose from the crowd below. Meanwhile, Firepaw just stared at his paws. He thought to himself 'Why her? Why Spottedleaf? The most friendly and beautiful cat I knew. I didn't even get to know her!' Feline tears began streaming down his face and all of the noise around him seemed to die down, he was… alone. Firepaw began to tune in when ShadowClan was brought to the conversation. "What if ShadowClan killed her!", the eldest elder - One-eye, called out. "Stop!", Bluestar interrupted the argument, "Someone investigate Spottedleaf's… body." Whitestorm and Firepaw bounded up to her and Firepaw took one last look into her beautiful amber-green eyes and he saw, longing and love in them. Whitestorm sniffed and her, there were some bite marks in the neck. "Everyone, ShodowClan's scent is on her," he paused "To be exact I think it was Blackfoot," Whiteestorm told them. With that there was no more talk, Halftail, Smallear, Dappletail, One-Eye and Patchpelt - the elders - carried her limp body to the clearing for her mourning vigil. Almost all of the clan came and settled into a circle by her. Bluestar was the first, she leaped down and lay down by her head. Then Firepaw, he nestled up by her eyes and watched his lost love's eyes slowly lose their light.  The other apprentices came at the edge of the crowd to let the older Warriors gets chance. Darkstripe, Tigerclaw and Longtail lingered on the outside and soon suspiciously returned to their dens.

 

4 moons (months) later

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath high rock for a clan meeting," Bluestar called, and all cats assembled as they did with the previous meeting. Firepaw noticed Lionheart looking at them, he nodded approvingly. Firepaw, Graypaw, Sandpaw, and Dustpaw were all about to become Warriors - it was their Warrior ceremony! That is when with all of the training as an apprentice they finally become a Warrior that means that they are recognized a full member of the clan, can go around their territory by themselves, and have more 'options' and respect. Bluestar shot a proud glance at Firepaw, he was her apprentice and before he was a kittypet that would soon earn his respect. Darkstripe looked at him, too, and gave a contemptuous snort. "As you all know these four apprentices are ready to become clan Warriors," Bluestar purred. Murmurs of approval shot up and then as quickly as they came died down. Though some cats stayed quiet eyeing Firepaw. Firepaw looked at his paws, ready to burst with pride, he wondered if he would gain more respect from his adopted clan. 'Oh Spottedleaf protect me from harm and critical glares' Firepaw prayed to Starclan, the heaven where Spottedleaf lay.

     Bluestar leaped down from Highrock and padded over to Dustpaw. "StarClan look down on these four young cats becoming Warriors, please approve of my choice." Bluestar announced.

"Dustpaw do you take the challenge of becoming a Warrior."

"I do."

"Will you defend your clan even at the cost of your life"

"Yes."

"Then from here and on Dustpaw, you shall be known as Dustpelt." Dustpelt was trembling with joy when Bluestar rested her chin on his head he licked her shoulder in return. Next it was Sandpaw. Bluestar looked at the growing ginger she-cat with a kind gaze… "Then from here and on Sandpaw, you shall be known as Sandstorm." …"Then from here and on Graypaw, you shall be known as Graystripe." Lastly it was Firepaw. "Is Firepaw allowed to become a Warrior," croaked an elder from the back of the crowd. Some of the cats appeared as if they were about to counter Bluestar. "Of course he is!" Bluestar told them. Lionheart, Whitestorm, Willowpelt and Frostfur (Bluestar's former apprentice) stood up to defend her. "She will carry on as usual," Willowpelt argued calmly. Bluestar began again,"Firepaw do you take the full challenge of becoming a Warrior and passing on your knowledge for generations to come." Firepaw was puzzled by what she meant by his knowledge, but he was shaking with excitement. "I do," he said with a squeak.

"Will you defend your clan even at the cost of your life"

"Yes." 

"Then from here and on Firepaw, you shall be known as Fireheart, may StarClan light all of your paths and support all of our new Warriors." All of ThunderClan boomed out "Sandstorm, Sandstorm! Dustpelt, Dustpelt! Graystripe, Graystripe! Fireheart, Fireheart!" It sounded like thunder itself to Fireheart and they said his namely with an equal amount of enthusiasm. He beamed with pride. Fireheart noticed Sandstorm taking her place for their Warrior's night vigil. He thought to himself 'Well, I guess Sandstorm is sort of nice' he took his position next to her and maybe even scooted a bit closer. He looked over to the horizon - at the slowly setting sun "All good things end at some point," he whispered and began his vigil listening to the night.

     "Time for the dawn patrol!," Tigerclaw hollered. Fireheart ignored him, he had to speak with Bluestar. Ravenpaw the runaway apprentice had the proof, Ravenpaw had seen Tigerclaw kill Redtail (the previous) deputy just to become deputy himself… then leader. Ravenpaw saw the whole thing and he told Firepaw and Graypaw before he left. Fireheart meanwhile had witnessed Tigerclaw whispering to Shadowclan cats at four clan gatherings, and in his dreams instead of walking in Starclan Tigerclaw walked with the Dark Forest and spoke with his allies potentially plotting to kill Bluestar. Fireheart padded to Bluestar's den when he ran into Sandstorm and Dustpelt, "Where are you of to?", Fireheart asked them, "The dawn patrol," Sandtorm answered with a smile but but her voice sounded bored. "What about you?", Dustpelt asked, "To Bluestar," Fireheart said no more and left them wondering.

     Bluestar's den was dark. It was located under the high rock shielded by a lichen curtain. "Speak." "Umm, well… Tigerstar is evil - he is plotting to kill you!", Fireheart might have said that a bit too fast and frightfully. Bluestar just stared at him, "Listen, Tigerclaw might be cold but inside he is loyal to the Warrior code and ThunderClan." Bluestar looked into the young Warrior's eyes sympathetically then she walked out of the den. "No, but wait!" She didn't stop and only her doom lay in her future - precisely 5 seconds away. "Ahhhhh!", Bluestar yowled so unprepared for the attack that Tigerclaw had planned. Sandstorm and Dustpelt burst into the Clan's camp...

Spring Break Reflections

Dear Blog,
 Basically for Spring Break I had stay-cation. But, just to my luck I went to visit my grandparents! While I was there I went ice-skating and perfected my sit-spins, flew a kite, walked around the neighborhood, and many more fun things too. When I was flying my kite at first it didn't work out very well because it was a home made kite. Then then I actually got the hang of it and it went at least 20 feet high. During one of our walks we got some ice cream from the Cobblestone ice cream shop. I got pie flavored ice cream. And that is all I am going to write right now. (I also slept over at my friends house)

Eagle Smoke

A Bald Eagle's Smoke 

Fiction

I stared with a gaze as sharp as needles. It pierced through what was once my nest, now a pile of ash. I heard the storm around me lull my instinct into its dreadful darkness. I resisted. My yellow-tinted eyes began to water from keeping them open to long and… emotionally. I glanced down at the branch where the other eagles, like my long gone parents, used to sit where I am perched right now. My claws shredded through the bark and scraped it until only a twig was left. So, I beat my bronze colored wings before drifting off into the sky. But, I slowly descended down when something in that nest caught my eye. I spied a lonely egg charred and covered in cinders. To my misfortune I saw what had happened. There was a small crack in the egg and the yoke was spilling out. This egg! My egg! How is America's symbol supposed to survive?! With vultures circling overhead I knew there was more, But I didn't want to know. I clacked my beak - wanting a taste of revenge. Have I really been gone so long while out hunting fish? Then I just realized what I had not thought through. Humans! I just noticed to my West a few yards away I saw that at least one quarter of our forest was chopped down and our pond was being drained! Don't the humans want us to be alive? I hopped down the tree with my feathers ruffling in the cold, cold wind. Something wasn't right. I waddled over to a small metallic object directly under my tree. That object murdered my innocent bald eagle egg! 

Habitat destruction and deforestation is just two of many reasons bald eagles are struggling to survive. "Why might habitat have anything to do with this?", you might ask. Well, our eagles need a place for shelter that is natural and a safe environment to breed and raise families. Like in this story if a nest was in a tree while people were sawing away at the trunk then it would crack. And not only do they need a sheltered place, so do their fish and other prey so that they can at least eat. With less and less forest to build nests in the eagles will have to face the choice of raising their chicks in human or non-adaptable environments, not having eggs at all, or taking the risk of doing it in their natural home.

Spring Break

I tale of excitement like 30 minutes before school is out

April 4 Complaint Letter

April 4, 2014
(My address)

(Principal's Adress)

Dear Mr. Morawski,

My name is Ania U, I am a hard school worker and I need quiet in order to work. Though frequently that is not the case. I am writing to concern that many students are disrespecting the teachers and talking during class periods.

     On the week of March 15, our assignment was to read for two hours - March is reading month, we were having a read-a-thon. I was focusing and reading my book, the Westing Game, meanwhile some students were playing games on their technological devices, talking in voices above whispers, and being distracting and disrespectful to the substitute teacher. I couldn't read my book! It happens on other days, too. On days when we are learning by listening to the teacher many students were zoning out and using inactive listening skills. 

     Students are being disrespectful to teachers and not listening. I am left with much homework to do. The substitute teacher leaves with a bad note on them.

     What I think is that certain students are just ruining the whole classes reputation. Other students get irritated, too. If I don't tell the teacher to quiet the class then it would be even worse! Many students move to other spaces because of this. The school ruling is excellent; but what is the point of them if the kids don't listen!

      What I am asking of you is that you make the ruling stricter and allow the kids some elbow room at periods. Please have the consequences be memorable and praise to the good. Then we would all have a better understanding from administrators, parents, and to kids. For the sake of me and fellow students please take this to consideration.

Sincerely, 

Ania U

cc: Mr. Joe, Mom, Dr. Nerad (Board Member)

Essay AHW

My essay of perseverance

Ice twists
It was dark Winter day when I was ice skating. It was a new type of spin, the type of spin that makes your head spin, too. That was the day that I almost gave-up, but, I was not ready to give in that day 2 years ago.
    I made a "T" with my ice skates and pushed off with the weight of my fear. I had never done this before; it was a 'scratch spin'. I felt my hair whipping against the air by my side and my blade oh, so elegantly carved into the ice. I tucked my foot over the other and… CRISP! I and fell down like a dying dove. I got up, ready to give up. My knees had buckled underneath me when my blade's toe scraped the ice… just a bit too hard, if only. But I chose persevere despite difficulties and I listened to my skate-teacher tell me what to do. I tried again with less confidence and fell down, hard on the ice. I got up which a tear in my eye. I stood there, "Are you okay?", my teacher asked, "I'm okay," I said even though I was doing horribly. My teacher showed me a new technique to use which involved using my arms, sort of like an angel. 
     I was struggling to keep myself together. 'I have to do this, I have to do this, I can't give up yet!", I kept telling myself, speaking under my breath. I placed my blades in the "T" again and all went quiet around me, I was in the zone. I pushed off. NO! I stopped myself mid-push and took a deep breath and counted to 3, "I can't give up and I won't!" Again in that same pose. I waited. And waited. And Waited. "Go when you are ready," I heard my skate-teacher's kind voice behind me. "I am ready.", I told her.
    PUSH! This was the hard part! I twisted my arms in a graceful arc, my leg smoothly crossed over the other, and there I was doing the scratch spin whipping around in circles of determination. My spin was like: a tornado, a new born dove… like an angel that has met with the Earth and has made her welcome on the ice in twists from the heavens to show the people what real power in one's self is. 
   

Jokes (4.2.14 AHW)

Here are few cool jokes that my uncle helped my come up with.

• A bicycle can't stand alone, it is two tired.
• When fish are in schools, they sometimes take debate.
• A boiled egg is hard to beat.
• Those who get to big for the pants will be exposed in the end.
• Did you hear about the fellow that had his whole left side cut off? He is all right now.
• Police were called to a day care center, to handle a child who was resisting a rest

To share some of your riddles or jokes then post them in the comments section, if I get more then 10 by this Friday then I will type them all onto my next post.

My Essay of Percevierence

first Draft
My essay of perseverance

It was dark Winter day when I was doing an ice skating spin and I fell down like a dying dove. I got up, ready to give up. But I chose persevere despite difficulties and I listened to my teacher tell me what to do. I tried again and fell down, hard on the ice. I got up which a tear in my eye. I stood there, "Are you okay?", my teacher asked, "I'm okay," I said even though I was doing horribly. My teacher showed me a new technique to use.

Happy April Fool's Day!

(AHW)

Monkeying Around

It was a typical day of science. We read, we answer the questions, we talk only a little bit. But, today my teacher called us into the center of the room, around a to-scale drawn model that was on the floor. We were learning about the solar system! Everybody was silent and stock still as my teacher demonstrated the Earth orbiting the Sun and forces of gravity. All was going well until I called out… "They are outside at the window! Look at them, they are coming towards us!" Then the craze came. Everybody went from silent to loud. All of us rushing to the window with out camera apps running and ready. "We are on lockdown," joked Mrs. Roberts (my teacher). Mrs. Roberts stumbled to the door and unlocked it with a CREAK! And in came a monkey, our principal, and a chicken, our assistant principal. What a laugh! Just about everybody was having indoor recess, taking selfies. Just to my luck Mrs. Roberts had us back up to give these crazy critters some space, and I had just enough time to take a shot of photos. Our assistant principal left while saying "Looking for a monkey or a chicken?", to my teacher. What a day!