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3H 2010-11


by AE teacher: Sue Halbert


Assignments
Summer Surprises 2011 06/16
Spring Stories 06/06
Personal Narrative Voicethreads 04/12
"Recycled Instrument Glog" 02/03
New Year's Resolution 01/03
Thanksgiving Poem 11/24
Maine Lighthouses 10/16

Blog Entries
6/13 Drowning in Money
4/12 Personal Narrative
4/6 Harriet Tubman by AE
2/22 Trum
1/25 Winter Wonderland Wordle
11/24 Thanksgiving
10/13 Owl's Head Light

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Drowning in Money

Article posted June 13, 2011 at 01:46 PM GMT-5 • comment • Reads 987

By Autumn Egan

Chapter 1
Have you ever thought if you got everything you wanted you would not need anything else? Well you’re wrong W-R-O-N-G wrong! I have everything I want and it’s not fun! My dad is the creator of Beckham Software. The life of a billionaire’s daughter was fun, but now I’m 13 and bored sick of getting everything I want. All I really need is a friend. By the way, my name is Julia Beckham. I have no mom and no friends. All I have is a boring selfish dad!

Chapter 2
I wish I could just live a life of an ordinary girl living in a small house, going to a public school and having a normal life.
That’s it! I’m running away from this life! Bang! The screen door slammed on the butler, as I ran out the door. I galloped down the U shaped driveway, gravel slipping in my socks. I knew I wasn’t going to make it too far in a pink satin dress with pink bows arranged across the brim of the dress ballet flats and a headband on my head.OWW!

I slammed into something that looked like a stout short tree and blacked out. When I woke up, I found myself on a cedar bunkbed with a black bag of ice plopped on my head. When I sat up, I peered slowly around the cabin, I thought of how much of a dump this is! Clothing scattered around the floor, heaps of trash bags piling up in a corner of the room. All of a sudden, a cluster of children rushed in with artwork and bugs in their hands. Then I thought, oh great, my dad did not want me anymore, so he sent me to a camp that I would have to stay at forever! Then I realized that if I stay here I would have friends and fun things to do! That was when I knew I found my home, my real home.
It turns out I did stay at that camp forever and my dad never came looking for me! I don’t care! I have many friends and Joan, she’s like our mom except even better!
I thought to myself, this is the best thing that’s happened to me and turned out the light.

Article posted June 13, 2011 at 01:46 PM GMT-5 • comment • Reads 987



Personal Narrative

Article posted April 12, 2011 at 12:14 PM GMT-5 • comment (1) • Reads 855

Article posted April 12, 2011 at 12:14 PM GMT-5 • comment (1) • Reads 855



Harriet Tubman by AE

Article posted April 6, 2011 at 12:42 PM GMT-5 • comment • Reads 191

Article posted April 6, 2011 at 12:42 PM GMT-5 • comment • Reads 191



Trum

Article posted February 22, 2011 at 11:54 AM GMT-5 • comment (3) • Reads 1115

Article posted February 22, 2011 at 11:54 AM GMT-5 • comment (3) • Reads 1115



Winter Wonderland Wordle

Article posted January 25, 2011 at 04:01 PM GMT-5 • comment (1) • Reads 299

Article posted January 25, 2011 at 04:01 PM GMT-5 • comment (1) • Reads 299



Thanksgiving

Article posted November 24, 2010 at 10:05 AM GMT-5 • comment (1) • Reads 1344

 


                                                   Thanksgiving                                                                              


 


By AE


Thank you


 


For all my hands can hold


Like holding little ducks in the cold


Yummy sushi                                                                         


Warm naan  


Swimming in a great pond                                                                                                                                                                                                                               


 


Thank you


For all my eyes can see


Like little girls in a tree


Pretty flowers


Story tales 


Happy faces


Little snails


My dog Chester wagging his tail


                                                                                               


Thank you


For all my ears can hear


Like laughing when I’m in fear


The waves rolling in from the tide


Loud places where I can hide


Talking laughing


And the gentle wings of a butterfly


 


 

Article posted November 24, 2010 at 10:05 AM GMT-5 • comment (1) • Reads 1344



Owl's Head Light

Article posted October 13, 2010 at 11:13 AM GMT-5 • comment (4) • Reads 1189

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Did you know Owls Head Lighthouse is built under a hill? It is only 30 feet tall but the rock that it stands on is 100 feet above sea level. No one knows how Owl’s Head got its name. Some say it looks like an owl’s head from the water. The first lighthouse keeper was named Isaac Sterns only made 350 dollars per year. In 1989 they replaced the mirrors with a Fresnel lens. The Owl’s Head Lighthouse is very small and is made out of brick and mortar. This lighthouse is white at the bottom and black at the top with a spiral staircase. Owl’s Head Lighthouse is located west Penobscot, Maine. I enjoyed learning about Owls Head Lighthouse and I hope you did too!

Article posted October 13, 2010 at 11:13 AM GMT-5 • comment (4) • Reads 1189



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I am a third grader in 3-H and I am 8. Gymnastics is my favorite sport. I am a member of a Gymnastics team called JOGA. Level 7 is my level.
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