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Stephanie LA8 Timed writing, 6th grade - 6/10/10

Sigh! Yea! A mixed emotion of happy and sad, 6th grade is almost complete. Words of wisdom trickle out my mouth, pains and fears release from within, all those events hoping to take place escape, and advice for the new 6th graders seep out my skin. My adventure in 6th grade.

Just as this breath taking journey of learning starts to come to a stop, I find myself needing to release words of wisdom for newcomers. First, here as well as almost every other school, stay well behaved and attentive. If you do this you will learn to enjoy school more than ever before, and it will also help you get better grades. Lastly, be "friends" with the teacher. This does not mean you have to be best buddies, but if you don’t be friendly towards the teacher, it may feel uncomfortable.

Fear, scream, BOOM, you have probably experienced many scary things. Although, trust me, once you start middle school there will be more terrible events. The only example that really strikes me is when the eight graders roam the hall. It is a horrible sight, they trample over you and kick your book not caring. "Ahhhh" is probably the last word of every school day.

Coming into middle school was one step up. I thought I would become "stronger" as I grew older. I was wrong. It is like comparing kindergarten to 5th grade, but worse. The eight graders fell like the kings and queens of a palace in never land. We would be considered their servants. You better take time to be the oldest in elementary school, you have to wait another 3 years for it to feel like that again.

Lastly, you are probably interested in finding out some advice about 6th grade. All I feel I need to say is, "Watch out for the eight graders!"

You have learned much about life in 6th grade when reading this piece. Such as knowing some words of wisdom, understanding the pains and fears of middle school, events to look forward to, and useful advice. Stephanie LA8 Poem from anthology - 6/10/10

__**Freedom is...**__

Freedom is... the reason why were here right now, freedom gave us rights to run about, Freedom is... that thing that gave us peace, it spread all around the city streets,\ Freedom gave us hope which is why we can dream, it gives us the option to be who we want to be Freedom is... something people risked their lives to do in order to create a new life for you. People worked hard to always be free, so someday they will reach their destiny.

Stephanie LA8 Class Promt writing ~ 5/20/10

"crash, cry, scream, shout!" That commotion occured during the summer, when I was about five years old. It was the first time, I took the traning wheels off my bike and learned how to ride on a bicycle. I struggled repeatedly, and could not get in right. Even though my dad was right by my side, I was still extremely nervous. I doubted myself and believed I couldn't do it.

Every day for weeks, I begged for my dad to put back on my training wheels, but he always refused. He wouldn't let me fail no matter what. He always told me that you only succeed if you keep trying. There came a point in those gloomy summer days, when I just wanted to screw the training wheels back on myself. This lead me to attempt!

Early the next morning, I got up before anyone else. I snuck outside on my tippie toes as quietly as a mouse. I opened the garage door with the click of a button. There in the dull morning it sat, my bicycle. I quietly approached it, and soundlessly wheeled it the the backyard, along with the packet which held, my old traning wheels, instructions on how to apply them, and three different size screwdrivers I found in my dad's tool box. Sneaky as I was said to be, I opened the package and began reading, it was gibberish. I hate being five, you can barley read, I said to myself as I picked up the screwdriver and began improvising. After all the screws and bolts looked somewhat in place, I towed it to the cement.

As I brought it closer in the light, many things looked out of place, but it didn't bother me. Suddenly a knot tied up my stomach, I felt queasy. Then I burped. I felt as if the liar in me, as well as the trust in myself was showing. It was odd, but I knew it meant something. This made me think twice about what I had done that morning. From the getting up early and sneaking outside, to attaching the training wheels, everything was out of place. It felt as if my brain switched places with my big toe. It was all wrong!

Right then and there, I pulled out the screwdriver and ripped out the training wheels. My stomach twitched, the knot loosened. I got on the bike and rode for my life, without the training wheels. No matter how hard and scary it was for me to do, I pushed myself in order to succeed. The air flowed the my hair, and the breeze tickled my cheeks. My throat was closing, funny tasting air tricked through my lungs.The trust in my self regained in my body, and guess what, I was actually doing it, riding my bike without training wheels. It felt great. Athough the liar in me still showed. I suddenly ran in the house, not caring to make any loud noises to hide myself, I told my dad all that happened that morning. A pain of relief, released from my body, the knot was untied. The liar in myself seeped back through my skin. It felt great. I learned lessons, succeded, but most importantly was proud!

~ 5/6/10

Frederic Remington was born on October 4, 1861, in Canton, New York. Remington was a famous American painter (watercolor and oil), sculptor, and drawer (pen and ink). He trained at Yale University in New Haven, Connecticut. This artist was influenced by Eadweard Muybridge, Winslow Horner, and also Rufus Fairchild Zogbaum. Frederic was so dedicated to art and completed more than 2,700 paintings and drawings. In 1891, Remington was elected associate of the National Academy of design (ana). Unfortunatly, much later in 1909, when Frederic was only 48 years old, he sadly died of appendectomy.

Stephanie LA8 Reflection ~ 4/28/10

I really liked the website. I was most surprised that there was a motion picture going along the the poem, being read out loud. I found the whole idea of the website really very interesting. Although, I think if I read the poem to myself, I understand it better. Over all I thought the site was very cool, and I am looking forward to returning to hear more!

Stephanie LA8 Poem (at least 10 lines) ~ 4-5-10

__If Only__

Spring sunlight shines upon leafy green trees and offers warm delight to all. Rainbows sparkle above cool chilled ponds on sunny bright days. The moon reflects on cold dark pavement, but only on scary dimmed nights. Stars twinkle above every empty trail and woods that lye within the earth. Flowers blossom into large bushes, a perfect arena for all hungry bees. Clouds drift across the pale blue sky, where birds soar through the open air. Snowflakes slither across in the freezing night, hoping to bring pleasure for all. Butterflies escalate through the open breeze, racing past one another, every flap of the wings. If only humans, other than the guiding mother, could provide so much beauty within such a varied earth. If only humans would actually take their place in this world. Life would turn good in the blink of an eye. If only humans could see what the earth is really here for, and why it is so important. If only humans did something to make a change. If only...