AlexMK0910

My Beach House 4/5/10 Every day, while summer nears, my patience thins, in excitement, and happiness The one thing causing this excitement, is what comes in May, the day I finally go to my family's beach house My grandparents wait there with smiles on their faces, I cannot wait for boat races, at my beach house My cousins wait for me there, excited and jumpy, to reach the beach and have fun in the sun, all at my beach house The seagulls cry, fluttering their feathers, all because of this good weather, up at the beach house The waves crash into the rocks, the dry sand littered with seashells and sea glass, shine and shimmer on the shore, which can be found at my beach house Smiles are shown from happy parents and children, miles across the sand, when it is time to open the beach house Flowers are blooming, kids are biking, and blue birds are chirping, all at my beach house Picnics are being packed, and sadness is being lacked, all happens when i arrive at my beach house The sun blazes down on us during the warming day, the water cools us off, and everyone swims the whole day, all at the same time I arrive at my beach house I'm swimming in the water, or biking up a hill, or maybe watching the sunset, while it sets on the orange dyed horizon, when we arrive at the beach house When the day is over, we might leave, or stay another day, only, though, when May comes, i can stay the day at the beach house.

Frederic Remington 5/6/10 During the past few days, we have been studying Frederic Remington and his amazing watercolor and oil paintings. While studying him, we've learned about when and where he was born (Canton, NY, 1861) and we learned about his interests in art at an early age. Frederic Remington went to study art at Yale and at the Art students League in New York City. After his brief studies, Remington went on to illustrations for magazines. This gave him a chance to travel West, the place in which he became fascinated with. Remington worked as a correspondent and illustrator during the Spanish - American War. While in the West, Frederic started picking up oil paints and watercolors to paint the many subjects there were in the West. His favorite things to paint often were the people or places up in the frontier (cowboys, natives, roundups, and desert scenery). Remington was also a wax-casting sculptor. He created horses and riders most often. By then, Frederic had lived in New Rochelle, and was living in Connecticut. Frederic continued traveling to the Western frontier although. He made many paintings before his death at 48, due to a result of an appendectomy.

Frederic Remington was an artistic man, I loved his artwork because of the creative style he uses. He can make a roundup scene look fluent and he has made many art pieces with oil colors. I also took an interest to his work because he paints some of my favorite things such as cowboys, natives, and the beautiful geography of the Western Frontier. Although his life ended only at 48, as a result to an appendectomy, his artwork will still live on and influence many artists and people, whether it be from his watercolors and oils, to his wax casting.
 * __Frederic Remington Response__** 5/18/10

Poem Response 5/18/10 Listening to poetry is the only way you can listen to art, it is easier than reading poetry because it is better understood from the author's lips, only the author and the person reading aloud can catch the fluency of every line, rhyme, song, or hymn. I enjoyed very much listening to poetry.

Prompt: What I Have Seen that I Will Never Forget 5/20/10

I will never forget the time I skied off a path at Mt. Southington. I was innocently skiing down a slope when I noticed no one was skiing around me. I thought that many people had left. But I soon noticed trees and the spurs of ragged rocks, stuck out of the snow within my path. I dodged them and while I was paying no attention to my tight maneuvering, yet more attention to trying to figure out where I was and what was happening, I hit a rock, slid and swerved down a small, rocky slope, and fell face flat into a snowbank. I was at the bottom of the hill, sore, but relieved I survived! =)

Winter Fun and Games- poetry project-original poem 6/10/10 There are so many things you can do in winter, its sad to hear someone say their bored. Play hockey at rinks, or have a snowball fight at your friends' house. Make snow angels with your beloved siblings and grind on a snowboard or go off a jump with your skis. At the same time, enjoy layer after layer of frosty white snow and the battering, battering, of sparkling snowstorms. We have been blessed this season.

By: Alex

6th Grade Words of Wisdom/ Timed writing/ 5/26/10

Sixth Grade is a fearful, enjoyable, and exciting experience. I am here to inform you about what my biggest fears were, give you my advice, and tell you about the things I was looking forward to.

My biggest fears of sixth grade were pretty obvious things that many other people must've felt. One of my biggest fears was losing my friends, this was a fear because I didn't know if my friend was going to be on either the green team or the white team. Even though one of my best friends did end up on the white team, while I was on the green team, we still kept in touch and kept our friendship. Another one of my biggest fears was to have a mean teacher. I learned this year, that a teacher is only mean if you disrespect them, or don't behave correctly. All of the teachers are nice, though. My biggest fear was that I would have had a hard year. Although, the truth is, I did have a hard year in middle school. This is because I had gotten reputation for being disruptive in class. Because so many kids expected me to be hilarious, my actions in class were very disruptive due to peer pressure. 6th grade became very hard for me.

However, things I looked forward to almost overpowered my fears. I looked forward to meeting new people from the other elementary school, MES. I also looked forward to school sports, such as cross country. Cross country was exciting because I got both my pride and stamina up. Although the one thing I found most interesting and something to look forward to was study hall. I thought the idea of doing homework in school was fantastic.

After my experience of 6th grade, I have a few words of wisdom to give to you before you start middle school. One of them is to be independent in some situations, so that you don't get caught up in a bad crowd or with disruptive students. The second word of wisdom I will give to you is to treat the microwave with respect, one of my friends once got in trouble for fooling around with the microwave by burning a bag of Cheez-Its. And my third and final word of advice, always respect teachers no matter what. Hopefully these words will help you later on.

Now that you have been informed about my biggest fears of sixth grade, what i looked forward to in sixth grade, and my advice about sixth grade, the question is, will you use this information ahead of time to avoid a disastrous year? If so, hopefully it will help you and you can pass it on to your friends!