LaurenD0910

The cool crisp days of autumn, The rainy days of spring. The snowy days of winter, And nice weather summer brings. The changes of the seasons Is the best thing to see. Experiencing them all Is the greatest thing to me! Fall brings quilts of color That drop from the trees. Crunchy dry leaves That circle in the breeze. Then winter brings the cold And ice and snow and sleet. You can surely have a blast But for some it’s hard to beat. Spring brings those showers And also skies so blue. It makes buds turn to flowers And the days longer too. And then there’s that summer With the sunshine and the heat. Summer is that season That you always love to greet. The changes of the seasons Is the best thing to see. Experiencing them all Is the greatest thing to me! //6/10/10// Two words- sixth grade. It's almost over for me. Now, I have advice and wisdom words to share, but also the things I looked forward to and feared coming into sixth grade. How do you handle sixth grade? Just listen to my advice. Don't get involved with art enrichment, band, chorus, orchestra, or newspaper club if you can't handle it. Take on only what you can accomplish well. Be your best you, don't slack off. Lastly- do all homework and study hard! It's important to form good habits. I have some great wisdom words that can really help the overall experience. First, you have to be outgoing to make friends. If you are too shy, you may start to feel lonely throughout the year. Be friendly to everyone so you can increase your chances of making friends. Try to be kind to all peers to make a good impression. Finally, be yourself. It's the best way to make true friends. There is a lot to look forward to about middle school! One of the best parts is meeting new people. More friends means more of a great middle school experience! Another great concept about middle school is that you are treated like an adult with responsibilities. With that responsibility comes independence. Remeber, you don't want to be careless. The last great thing to look forward to are socials! They are something new in middle school, and they sure are a blast! Coming into a new school, you can have a lot of fears, just as I did. The biggest fear: being the little kids again. You will get pushed around, and who likes that?! Meeting people is another scary thought. Will you make friends, or enemies? Then, there is that academic worry: homework. You think you'll be swimming (more like drowning) in homework. Finally, something that may seem small, but lots of kids fear, are the lockers. You may not think the locks are easy to work with, or that you'll get used to them, but you will. Sixth grade can seem scary or cool, but my wisdom words and advice can help teach you the rules of the school either way. So great ready for middle school!
 * My original poem **
 * The Seasons **
 * Timed Writing**

//5/20/10// What's an incident that changed my thinking? The day I learned the rule of life. I am a good dancer. I used to get compliments quite often. I also used to win all the time. But then came that day, when I didn't get that first place, or even any placing at all, so guess what. I was so upset, I could barely handle it. But from that, I've learned that you can't always win. Sometimes, winning means just doing your personal best, trying your personal hardest. "It's not if you win or lose, but how you play the game." I think of that as a life's lesson, a rule //life// follows, because if you think about it, and really listen to it, it's not just talking about football or basketball. It's talking about a game that's much bigger. A game called life.
 * Memoirist Response**

Frederic Remington was born on October 4, 1861 in Canton, New York. He was brought up during the Civil War. In 1878 he entered the Yale School of Fine Arts for one year, excelling at football and art. Because of his father's death, he did not return to school, but instead traveled West and made sketches. He then continued to make art relating with cowboys, Indians, horses, soldiers, and other frontier characters. He eventually died December 26, 1909, due to surgery complications when having an operation on his appendix. We now remember him as the most wonderful artist of his time.
 * Frederic Remington paragraph**

4/28/10 I really think hearing the poem aloud was interesting and quite cool. You got to listen to someone else telling it to you, and you got to hear their comments and why they liked the poem and what they thought of it. Also, hearing where this particular person comes from and what her life is like was very cool to see. I think this shows true americans expressing poetry in their own way, and it really portrays and important message.
 * Listening to poem reflection**

//4/5/10// I have this heart Upon a chain It sparkles with diamonds Stained with a rain That comes from my eyes When I think of it's worth The someone it came from Who i knew from my birth Yes this heart I wear around my neck Comes from my late Grandmother And everytime I look at it I become a sort of mourne
 * Poem**