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What I've learned this term

1) Two things I've learned this year?

I have learned how to multiply and divide integers.

I have also learned the rock cycle.



2) Two things I'm proud of?

I am proud of my first raft story and I'm also proud of my test marks.



3) Two smart goals.

My first smart goal is to be prepared for every class daily. I will accomplish this by remembering all my books and assignments. To accomplish that, I will put a reminder on my phone that goes off Monday to Friday at 7;30 am for an entire semester. My second goal is to remember my daily planner daily for the entire semester as well. I shall accomplish this by putting a second reminder on my phone and putting my planner by my lunch kit.



link to a rock cycle = http://www.uwsp.edu/geo/faculty/ritter/geog101/textbook/earth_materials_structure/rock_cycle.html

Poem

Don't look at me and lie.

Don't even turn your head and sigh.

I'm standing here before you.

Though you're to afraid too Look at me, aren't you.

I wish it wasn't true.
But that's just you.

On lie after another.

Could you look me in the eyes without seeing my mother.

No you couldn't.

Actually you just wouldn't.

You act as if I were a bee.

One sting and I'd be gone.

We'd be done.

I'm sorry to tell you, but you're wrong.

One more lie and you'll have a song.

Here's the thing.

I'm not going anywhere and I just love to sing.

Now it's time to say hello to guilt.

That stinging glass wall you built.

All by yourself.

So tell me how does it feel to be alone with ones self.

So good luck dad.

Wow this reunion is just so sad.

Goodbye and no worries I loved you once before.

I could again but I'd rather be out the door.

Old Poems Written and Now Read

I haven't read much lately. Maybe a page here and there, but nothing I can remember. The only thing I've read lately is old poems I've written. With titles such us Beauties Grace, Wars Joy, Loves Pain and one that was named Retrieved. All poems I once loved, I guess I shouldn't say once, since I still do. They rhyme and flow and have a meaning. They all tell you little something about how I write. The one called Beauties Grace, I know it might sound like grace and beauty are one, or something like that. Though it's really about the pain beauty can bring. It's not always as "great" as people think it is. So that's pretty much what I've read in the last week.

Wars Poetry

Stop the blood of river's flow.
As war delivers the final blow.
To those who fight side by side.
There's is no enemy you may confide.
This war has become a business of death.
As we the citizen take are final breath.
We stand among those who've died.
As if they were holding us up by our side.
Now time has come to fight or die.
So there's no more room for your eyes to cry.
Of thoughts of safety and home clog your memory.
You must carry on for this is only temporary.
Today's the day you must fight.
For tomorrow's destiny is out of sight.
So for tonight just survive the blood bath of terror.
For when you leave the truth of it will show it's horror.

My Thought's on Autumn

The breeze comes lurking down when Autumn comes around the corner and, when it does I feel so alone. As the leaves change colour I feel my summer spirit fade. When the cold sweeps across my face I feel nothing but another lonesome day. I've never been fond of cold and glum but, when Autumns mist comes hauling down from the heavens, I hate It. I hate the cold breeze that freezes my fingers. I hate the leaves that fall and crumple before my eyes. I hate the glum that bring you down, to the deep down surrender of the pain you've been ignoring for so long. I hate Autumn, just because of what it represent, cold and glum and dying.

Clarity

There's a truth we all dread to hear and, there's a lie we all pride ourselves on. I learned what it is during the summer of 2009 last year and, now I'm asking you to think hard and see if you can see the truth, if you can hear the lie. It's hard at first but once you really think about it, it'll become clear to you. You'll see the way society tells itself it's better than everybody else, when the truth is we are all equal. To many this is upsetting; there no longer Miss Popularity, they're equal. In this lie of saying I'm so much better than everybody else we strip away our humanity. We turn to pain and cruelty as a companion. We become bullies, judges from the side lines. We become everything that we shouldn't. We become alien to our own culture. This is the truth we all dread to hear and, the lie we all pride ourselves on.

Questions

Today my teacher asked the whole class three questions? Those questions are. 1) What do you want to learn in grade 8? 2) Why do you go to school? 3) What can you do to be a better student? Each of these questions will affect my future this year. Question 1 will affect my learning skills. Question 2 will affect my participation in school. Question 3 will affect me as a person. My answers to each question are. I want to learn my full potential. I want to learn how to do better grammar. I go to school, because I want to live my life dreams and, because you make the best friendships at a young age. I can be a better student by being organized and responsible. Those are my answers. So let's wait and see how they will effect me.

child

I ran through the crowds. I screamed in the shadows. I yelled in the halls. All to prove I was a child and, this is what I do.

Unknown

Hatred is seeping through the cracks of peace. Love is soaring to the sky, because there is no place for it here. Tear's are flying from face to face, for every one has the turn at pain. Screams from children deliver the final blow, to war, on this planet we call earth.

What I Learned This Year.

In my grade seven year, I've learned how to do B.E.D.M.A.S., and what it stands for. I have also learned that power can also be a part of society, and not just electricity. I also learned that if your not organized, your teachers get angry at you. My favorite thing I've learned this year, is about RAFT stories. Oh and I also learned that the sum of a triangles angles is 180 degrees. I also learned that fractions can be added, subtracted, divided, and multiplied. I have also learned how to do string art, which involves, nails, wood and string. Those are the main things I learned and enjoyed learning this year.

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The Effects of Gossip

Hate is screaming from behind children's eyes. Secrets are whispering through the wind. Pain is striking people hearts. Words are destroying peoples lives. Water is smashing apart their consciousness. Fire is burning away the love. Tears are drowning self confidence. Children's hate is marking the futures destiny. All of this over one single word "Gossip."
Gossip destroys this world, and turns it into hate, and filth. So why do we do it? We do it because it makes us feel safe. If we can make that other person look worse then ourselves they'll pick on him, or we'll become more popular. The truth is once you fight fire with fire, you just get a bigger fire, and that's all you're doing with gossip. Gossip will burn this world to nothing. It needs to stop, because people need to live without fear of secrets being shared. I say stop the hate, and start the love once again. Stop Gossip!

I read this article/blog and thought it was inspirational hope you give it a look and see.

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Subject E.L.A.

A Single Thought


“You told me every laugh is a new memory.” “Every tear holds a secret.” “Every miss is a step closer to a hit.” “But you never told me how much my heart would hurt without you.” Those were the thoughts that ran threw a Bella’s veins. Bella was a young girl with an unforgettable story. “So are you going to follow Bella’s story or turn back?”
“Have you decided?” “Good” “So let’s start from the very beginning.”
Hmmmm, there’s only one problem. I don’t know how to start this story. Well I guess we’ll have to settle for……. once upon a time there was a girl named Bella. She lived with her mother, and father and her two annoying sisters, who seemed to never have enough to say or to bicker about. So one evening Bella was walking in her garden that was filled with carrots, potatoes, lettuce, and worms. As she walked the sun began to set, and the clouds began to vanish in to thin air. Bella enjoyed walks in the garden, but this walk was not only because she enjoyed it. It was because she needed to set her frustrations free. She needed to walk it off. Do you want to know what happened that evening? I thought you’d say yes. She was up in her room sitting by the window all the way across the room. When she happened hear her two sisters reading her writing.

“The room’s dark.” “Light has disappeared”.” The light switch is out of sight, and so is my heart.” Said to giggle voices at the same time.

Bella stood up, and ran across the room. As she stepped out of the room she said “so you think that’s funny?” “Well here’s another one for you.” “My eyes become narrow.” My hate will haunt your heart.” “Now its time to run” Bella said it with so much abhor that the girls started crying and sobbing and letting out little yelps of sorry. Bella put her finger to her mouth and said “silence” “Next time you go through my stuff there will be no mercy.”

“Yes of course sister Bella” They said through there sobs.

Bella smiled and said “good” but when her parents Jorge and Hilda came into the room there faces instantaneously turned dark red.

With a voice that vibrated the floor, they turned there head to face Bella and said “ What did you do this time?”

A spark of anger that had disappeared had reappeared and relit the caldron of anger. She put her right foot a couple inches in front of her left, to show she would stand her ground as she said “They went through my stuff I got mad and told them next time there will be no mercy.” They said ok.” “I said good”

Hilda stepped in front of Jorge and turned her head which was staring at Jorge to Bella in one swift motion. And with a voice filled with anger Hilda said “Bella learn your manners”


Bella’s eyes narrowed and focused on only one thing, her mother. Her voice almost turned into a shrieking monster, as she said “Manners are only for people who are not trying to make a point.” “That’s something I learned from you.” “Or are you going to take back what you said?”

Hilda took 5 steps back as tears escaped from the back of her eyes. But Jorge stood strong. With complete and utter abhor in his voice he said “And exactly what
is your point?

Hilda took a step forward and through a squeaky voice of realization she said “ Her point is we blame every thing on her, and give her excuses just so we can bicker with her.”

Bella smiled but Jorge face got redder then usual. As he said “You stay out of this.” As he turned his head and gave a hateful look at his wife.

Bella walked right up to Jorge and said what he always loved to say to her. “The fire blazes orange. Heat radiates from the flames. It’s so peaceful, as the wood starts to crackle. Only if every night was like sitting around a fire, so peace full.” Bella moved toward the door on the opposite side of her father and just before she opened the door, she looked at him and said “It will never be like that here because you will never allow it.” She opened the door walked threw the entrance and slammed it. She slammed it so hard she could feel the vibrations against her feet. Bella didn’t have to think where she would go she already knew. And with in a second Bella was where she needed be, the garden. As she walked through the garden her thoughts became clear. Toughs thoughts where “Don’t tell me I’m wrong.” Wrong seems to be writing my song.” “That stops here and now.” “I am stepping up to the plate right now.” “No more frown.” “I’m looking up not down.” “It’s time to follow my heart.” “Before my life departs.” As tough’s thought ran through her head, she heard her name in the distance getting louder and louder. Finally her mother appeared with tears falling from her face. Bella jumped and then with sympathy asked her mother what’s wrong.

Hilda answered through her sobs “You’re fathers left; he said he wouldn’t allow keeping peace from his own family.

Bella’s knees hit the soft dirt where the potatoes grow. And as if it was an instinct her eyes over flowed with tears. That’s when the thoughts sprouted in her head. “You told me every laugh is a new memory.” “Every tear holds a secret.” “Every miss is a step closer to a hit.” “But you never told me how much my heart would hurt without you.”








Two months later the family received a letter saying that the police had found Bella’s father dead in a hotel room on 8th street. Bella never knew what it was like to lose someone but she did now.

Please leave a comment on how a could improve my story, or if you liked it.
By: Aimee

Number The Stars

Hmmmmm I've been learning about the holocaust for a long time, and still I have a few questions. Why are we learning it? Why are we remembering past mistakes? Today is the day I understand a little bit more. I understand that we learn it, because our history is our strengths and our defeats. I still wonder why we would want to learn about our past mistakes.By reading Number The Stars by Lois Lowry, it makes it a little bit more clear. From my opinion it would be, because we don't want to make the same mistakes. So we can take pride in our ancestors. Reading Number The Stars teaches us of our past, and the things that Nazis would do. With a little make believe story and some good facts, this story helps you see a different view of the holocaust. It shows that poeple not not all made the wrong choices. That not all people backed down to the man in control. It shows that there were heroes in the process of destroyers.

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