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Menu Reflection

I thought that the menu assignment was very fun and enjoyable because we were given a lot of freedom to use and make fit into our menu. You could chose a theme you like, (Mine was Twilight!) and chose what sections you wanted such as appetizers, entrees, breakfast, lunch, dinner,etc,etc. I loved the menu task and hope we get to do something like this in 7th grade. :l :) :D

A found poem is a poem made of lines from various poems by the same author and book. Look at the bottom of my poem for my source and author. <span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; msobidifontfamily: 'Times New Roman'; msofareastfontfamily: Calibri; msoansilanguage: EN-US; msofareastlanguage: EN-US; msobidilanguage: AR-SA; msofareastthemefont: minor-latin; msobidithemefont: minor-bidi; msoasciithemefont: minor-latin; msohansithemefont: minor-latin;">** __A Found Poem__ ** ** __From Lillian Morrison by Naomi__ ** ** And so the spring goes, ** __ The Sidewalk Racer and Other Poems of Sports and Motion __ By Lillian Morrison Published by Lothrop, Lee & Shepard Company in New York
 * Sunfish of the mind, **
 * Breeze-whipped, **
 * I take on the whole ocean, ** 
 * There is nothing more fair, **
 * Like a breaking wave, **
 * The waves reach up, **
 * They roar, **
 * Foam fingers reaching, **
 * He paddles out, **
 * And he’s a water bird, **
 * Precise and swift, **
 * Gliding down with one, **
 * Quick reflexes, fast hands, **
 * Up at the count of nine, **
 * I am embraced by them, **
 * The waves. **

My Civil War photo story

Jonathan was forced to join the army at the age of a very old 61, though he was a strong man for his age. He abruptly left his family with 5 seconds of goodbyes. Nothing was ever the same for John after that night. John got shot in the shoulder at the age of 62, drawing a lot of blood. He was given two weeks to regain his strength, and was then sent onto the field again. John was forced to fight even through long, chilly winters without proper clothing. He suffered frostbite so often; he wouldn’t even notice it when it came. If John was lucky, about once a month very caring towns-people would welcome him into their homes for about 2 days of food and rest. John died in 1864, at the age of 65 after suffering a gunshot to the stomach. John’s family was left heart-broken that year. Many other lives were lost, too, and many other stories similar to this one have traveled back to the families of these soldiers. Whether the boy was 17 or 61, many were forced to fight. Many of these boys chose to sacrifice their lives for the country they loved.

My StarLab Experience Ella and Sean held the little flap of a door open. Sarah, Brendon, and I kneeled on the floor and crawled in. The tunnel was short, but each inch closer we got made me more anxious to see the inside of this giant, silver dome. I walked in and Mr. Science was waiting there in a small studio with a smile on his face and a flashlight in his hand. All that lit the dome were his 4 tiny desk lights. He shined his glowing flashlight over to the other side of the dome and told us to sit there. I sat quickly, excited to see what we were going to do. People crawled in groups of 5, and soon we were all sitting inside the dimly lit dome. Mr. Science put a black cylinder on a circle shaped support, and dimed the lights. He began talking about constellations, and then hit a red knob. Instantly the dome was covered in stars in the galaxy. Each one sparkled like a freshly polished diamond. I could have reached out and touched it the image was so clear. I slowly tuned back in to hear him talk about the big dipper. Mr. Science took out a black, very slim stick, and clicked a button. There was then a red "V" on the dome ceiling, connecting seven stars that made the constellation called the "Big Dipper". Mr. Science talked about constellations, and how people all over the world thought each constellation made a different picture. Before I knew it, Mr. Science looked at his watch and said our time was up. We crawled out of the large dome's tunnel, and closed my eyes as the day-light blinded me after being in the dark for so long. I slipped my sneakers back on and started walking back to my class room, with a new kind of interest in the stars, in other words, my little diamonds.

My Grammar Guide Adverbs; Adverbs shoud tell about verbs. It should say when, where, to what extent, and in what way about the verb. For example; //Edward ran around in the forest __crazily__.// Crazily is the adverb because it says in what way Edward ran. So if somebody was to ask what type of adverb //crazily// is, your answer would be "In what way".  Nouns; Nouns describe a person, place, or thing. An example of a noun is; //Edward climbed up the tall tree in the forest.// Tree is the noun because a tree is a thing.  Proper nouns; Proper nouns are sometimes mistaken for nouns. Wen a noun says a person, place, or thing; when it says person it reffers to words such as boy, girl, lady, man, grandma, grandpa, etc. A proper noun is when it uses the name. For example; //Edward is the vampire in the book Twilight.// Edward and Twilight are the proper nouns because Edward is a name of a person, and Twilight is the name of a book. All proper nouns need to have the first letter of the word capitalized. Adjectives; Adjectives describe something and anything. They are a "describing word". For example; //Edward has pale, white skin.// White is the adjective because it is a color, and a color describes something. Abbreaviations; Abbreaviations shortern a long word for your convinience. It includes the first, middle, and last letter. If not, it includes the first and last letter. Some examples of abbreaviations are; //Edward carried Bella up the mountain.// The abbreaviation Mt. stands for Mountain. Another example is; //That is Edward Jr.// The abbreaviation Jr. stands for Junior. Notice how Jr. is the first and last letters in the word. This rule does not apply in all abbreaviations, as you saw in the first example, mountain. Not all words can be abbreaviated. Verbs; Verbs are actions almost. If you say this for example; //Edward ran so fast he was invisible.// Ran is the verb because it is the action. Another example is this; //Bella wached the clock closely.// Watched is the verb because it is Bella's action/movement. Sometimes verbs are called action words.

Here's a piece of writing from a prompt: If I could time travel to celebrate Christmas in any time period, I would go to the first Christmas when Jesus was born. I would want to go here because of the people, the sights, and the tradition. One reason I would want to go to when Jesus was born is because of the people. I would want to meet all the people who were there and ask them questions. I would also want to become good friends with them. I would ask the three kings something like: “Why did you come here with gifts?” I would ask Mary about the angel that told her she was going to have a baby named Jesus which was God’s son. I would also ask Mary why she believed in God so much more than anyone else. That is one reason I would go to when Jesus was born for Christmas. The second reason I would go to when Jesus was born to celebrate Christmas is because of the sights. It is said that the North Star led everyone to Jesus’ cradle, I would want to see this along with the alleged angel that stood (or is it floated?) above the barn that Jesus was born in. I would also want to see all the animals that kept Jesus warmth by cuddling next to him. I would want to see the shepherds’ herding canes that became part of the candy cane legend. (It is said that the candy cane was formed because of the shepherds’ canes, and if you turn them up-side-down, it’s a J for Jesus.) That is my second reason as to why I would want to celebrate Christmas when Jesus was born. The third reason I would celebrate Christmas when Jesus was born is because of the tradition. I want to see how the Christmas tradition was started. I know that nowadays Santa is a big part of it, but back then Santa didn’t exist. I want to see what they did to get the Christmas tradition. Did they have a feast? Did they receive or give out presents in honor of Jesus’ birth? I want to know exactly what they did on the day of Jesus’ birth. That is why I would want to celebrate Christmas when Jesus was born.  Those are my three reasons I would want to celebrate Christmas when Jesus was born; the people, the sights, and the tradition. I hope that; now that you have read this, you understand why I want to go to when Jesus was born to celebrate Christmas if I could time travel.

A topic sentence from my pumpkin piece: Chesnutt lived the next 25 years of his life happily on that porch. 

 A favorite paragraph from my pumpkin piece: Chesnutt lived the next 25 years of his life happily on that porch. Slowly, ants and squirrels ate him away, leaving a single seed, which soon re-planted itself into the ground and grew into a new generation of toddler pumpkins on a vine called Happychez. (Chez was Chesnutt’s nickname when he was young.) <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; background-color: #ffffff;">

A descriptive sentence from my pumpkin piece: <span style="color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; background-color: #ffffff;">Chesnutt is a 65 year old and very wise pumpkin who lives at Scary Bat Patch.

A favorite sentence from my pumpkin piece: Slowly, ants and squirrels ate him away, leaving a single seed, which soon re-planted itself into the ground and grew into a new generation of toddler pumpkins on a vine called Happychez <span style="color: #dd2c2c; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; background-color: #ffffff;">. <span style="color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; background-color: #ffffff;">

One of my pieces of writing: I'm so confused, Need confidence, need a friend to give me guidence, I can't see the future, but maybe you can.

OK, I came up with this piece recently, it's another poem, and it doesn't ryhme, I hope you like it!

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; background-color: #ffffff;">__Nature's Peace__ <span style="color: #f7bd26; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <span style="color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; background-color: #ffffff;">You sit there on the beach with the cool sand slipping inbetween your toes, you listen silently as the foaming ocean begs you to just touch it, you feel the air cool as the fog drifts away, and you slip your toes into the water, calming the ocean's soul down, and you feed the creatures living in the water in front of you, and you talk to the ocean whenever it starts up again for more, then the sun peeks out, not sure if it's the right time to wake all of us up, but you encourage it to come out, and when it does, you say thank-you and watch as the world around you wakes up slowly, and it is then that you realize it is time for you to go now, and only come back when no-one is here and the ocean is begging you to touch it again, and the world is at peace yet again, at peace naturally, because you are part of nature, you are nature's peace, and you come only to bring peace, and you may only leave when your job is done, but when you go, you dissapear into nature itself.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; background-color: #ffffff;">Here's my Nature's Classroom piece introduction: <span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; background-color: #ffffff;">BANG! Pat, pat. Friend of a friend? Foots steps, inching closer, leaves crunching, guns firing, rain pelting the cabins, lights on me, could I get away if I’m caught? The bounty hunters scream, “Watchya doin’ on MY property there, dang slave?” The gun’s pointed at me. BANG! I ducked. I ran. I got away. <span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #000000; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Kristen ITC'; background-color: #ffffff; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; msobidifontfamily: 'Times New Roman'; msofareastfontfamily: Calibri; msoansilanguage: EN-US; msofareastlanguage: EN-US; msobidilanguage: AR-SA; msofareastthemefont: minor-latin; msobidithemefont: minor-bidi;"> **