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!