Well really we have only read the first two chapters of Seedfolks. So, I really cannot say much. My friend's class read the whole book in one class period.  We were reading the book as a class. The activities were quite...uh... pointless. We planted seeds, made flowers out of cans, and painted rocks. To me all they did was give an excuse to relax. Over all I'm wondering if we should read the book on our own and that the activities were boring.

“An eye for an eye will make the whole world blind”

                                                                               -Mahatama Gandhi

An eye for an eye will make the whole world blind

Good advice for the human kind

Getting  back at each other is not nice

A lot will pay the price

Let what happens happen and don’t try to change it

Stand by your own belief and defend it

Mental strength and nonviolence are the keys

Together we will ensure peace

We have been studying micro biology for a while now. This includes single celled organisms and cells themselves. There have been a few fun things, like microscopes, and a bit more…less intriguing things, such as worksheets. We have also had a few labs like the membrane lab, the microscope lab, and the osmosis lab. The labs were fun too. We have learned about organelles and their functions. All in all we have had an interesting unit.

A guide to find The Alex

By Me

Through the blue river

Over the dark woods

To grandpa’s old house

In the smelly bathroom

Under the filthy toilet

Under the deep aquifer

In the rocky crust

Through the rocky crust

Into the huge ocean

Through the huge ocean

Into the little gulf

During the hurricane season

Into the calm eye

Onto the sandy atoll

Under the palm tree

Into the shabbily built shack

Around the shack walls

Beneath the palm stool

Into the trap door

Despite the red and blue crabs

Despite the coral snakes

Despite the deadly spiders

Despite the licking flames

Despite the razor sharp spikes

Despite the stinging insects

Despite the flying knives

Despite the Barbie dolls

Into the dark cavern

Through the dark cavern

Into the chamber

To … The Alex

I am now reading the sixth Ranger's Apprentice book in the series. It is called The Seige of Macindaw and it is by John Flanagan. It is about a young ranger who needs to stop a renegade knight'splans. The knight has already taken over the border castle and has been conspiring with the enemy. The ranger's girlfriend is held hostage by the knight, in the castle. I really like this book because there is a lot of strategy and action involved.   

Some of the tools poets use are figurative language, rhythm, and the tone of the poem. Figuritive language refers to similes, metaphors, symbols, allusions, imagery, irony, etc.; the poet might paint a picture in your mind using figurative language. The rhythm is the flow of the poem. Take "The Highway Man" for example, it has a specific rhythm that makes your voice go up and down creating a better flow. The tone of the poem is how the words create the mood that you sense. Say a poem is happy, you will normally recite it in an elated tone. If the poem is depressing and horrible you would use a negative tone, or you wouldn’t read it at all. These tools are quintessential to make a good poem.

I got inspired by this http://classblogmeister.com/blog.php?user_id=223544&blogger_id=292178

 The missile screamed through the air whizzing past the crouching Sgt. Sheppard. He knew that he needs to get to the launch pad and disable it quick before they launch more V2 rockets. He signaled Pvt. Emerson to clear the guard post. Three shots rang out but were drowned out by the sudden roar of thunder. The down pore began and the Sergeant sighed. The squad moved forward and saw no imminent danger so lessened their tension.  Suddenly the machine gun opened fire and everyone hit the ground. The gun quickly silenced with the thud of a rifle shot. The squad, ever alert, crept forward in a crouching stance. A shot was fired and Emerson was picked off. Then another guy was. The sergeant fired almost immediately at the third muzzle flash. The shot chipped part of the sergeant’s helmet. As the squad sprinted towards the row of bunkers they saw the sniper in a tree but his gun was on the ground with a bullet hole in the scope. The launch pad slowly came in sight. It rose from the thick fog revealing multiple Nazis refueling it. In panic, they froze. They were picked off. Suddenly the machine gun opened fire again. Then, mp40s and mp44 lit up. Nazi rifles rang out. The pandemonium was not directed at them but another target. Suddenly a panzer blew the guard post away. Then a bunker blew up. Taking advantage of this window of opportunity, the sergeant raced to the launch pad and placed the explosive. The timer, set for thirty seconds, ticked. The squad ran for cover. The explosive tore apart the pad and lit the rocket up. It flew and blew up the bunker with the fuel tanks. The area was a fiery mess. The squad thanked the resistance people in the tank. They stole a couple of jeeps and sped into the distance.           

The best mystery I read was Stormbreaker by Anthony Horowitz for many reasons. First, I thought it was very action packed. I like action mystery spy novels. Then, I thought that the mystery was good because it was difficult to tell what the villain's ultimate goal was. That made the story quite intriguing . In other mysteries you know what the crime was but they solve for the villain. In this one you know the villain but you don’t know the crime. Finally, I like the epic-ness in the series that makes the story awesome. Those are a few reasons I like Stormbreaker as my favorite mystery.

Now I shall write a beginning to a mystery.

It was a warm sunny day in Brooklyn.  Andrew was walking down the sidewalk and a man walked hurriedly past him. Andrew studied the bloody footprints the man left behind him. The footprints trailed into a dark alley 2 blocks away . There the footprints led into a pool of blood. Andrew looked up and saw a body leaning over the fire escape dripping blood forming a big, bloody puddle. Andrew also saw a bloody baton lying to the side of the pool of the hideously red liquid. Suddenly, Andrew recalled seeing blood on the man’s hands.  Andrew quickly knew what to do. He ran back home to ...??? Thus the mystery begins.   

I personally belive that blogging is Ok except the fact that we need topics to write about. I really liked the free writing blog. That particular blog was my favorite because I like writing fictional stories, so my short story was a nice achievement on my part. My least favorite blog was the current events blog. That particular blog was very tiring because I had to write non-fiction, which is the type of writing that I don't like at all.  The experience was very intresting to some extent.

As time flies we seem to forget minor details, but, we don’t forget life lessons. Those are imprinted in our minds like a branding iron to a cow. Once we die the memories decompose, like the cow. But you must also remember all the hard work of a lot of people to make your life what it is today. Even if you haven’t witnessed it you need to appreciate it. Remember that and all of the people that shaped this world to its current form will feel an enlightening force within their soul.

That was my topic paragraph, how do you like it? Please tell me if it made sense or not.

This article is about an Indy 500 racer, 33 year old Dan Wheldon, died in a twelve car wreck along with a couple of championship contenders severely injured. The wreck happened in an Indy 300 race in Las Vegas. It was shocking news for the racing community. The championship event was canceled after this accident. Racing accidents are common but fatal ones are rare. Only a few have happened in the past decade. Even though there have been many safety improvements it is still a dangerous sport. The cars speed exceeds  225 mph. With that kind of speed the smallest mistake can go horribly wrong. Actually, if he had not been in the wreck he would have won $5,000,000.

I think that life is very unpredictable and that we should honor it. Racing is risky and adrenalin pumping. But, one small mishap can cost you greatly. I find speed fun yet dangerous, so going 225 mph must be fun and an unimaginable experience. 

http://www.cnn.com/2011/10/16/us/indycar-crash/index.html?npt=NP1

I'm reading the second book in the Ranger's Apprentice series, The Burning Bridge.The Rangers Apprentice Series is about the two heros, Halt and Will. Will is a scrawney but resouceful orphan that grew up to become Halt's apprentice. Halt is a ranger which is an elusive and secretive charecter. Thre are a total of fifty rangers, not counting Will, for each of the fifty fiefdoms of the kingdom Arulen. Halt led the offensive against the bad guy, Morgorath, fifteen years ago. Halt had one othr apprentice before Will, Gilan. Gilan is a fiendly person with a dark side he uses on bad guys. Right now Will, Gilan, and will's friend, Horace are on an important mission in the kingdom of Celtia. Celtia Also Is bordering the Mountains Of Rain And Night, where Morgorath is holed up. Morgorath and his army of Wargles (Bear like creatures with long muzzles that stood up right and responded to the mental comand of Morgorath) plan on attacking and ruling ofer everyone.

Leave comment on what I should name it.

As I was gagged and tied in a corner I could feel every eye staring at me. I had my eyes close with a gun to my head. But, how I ended up in such a situation, you may wonder. Well, it all started yesterday, I was on my daily commute when, all of a sudden, I saw a sight I could not believe. My favorite book store just got the new book, Dungeon of the Wardens. That’s where I made my first mistake.  I swerved in a U-turn on a non U-turn intersection. No cop saw me, but as I realized my mistake I got all depressed because I tarnished my perfect personal driving record. I lost control and crashed into a jewelry store. Turns out I just helped a bunch of gangsters rob the place. They took the loot, grabbed me, and drove away from the scene. I said what they did was not good moral character and lectured them until they slapped a piece of duct tape over my mouth. They took me to a warehouse that stored medical supplies. I was tossed to the floor, and was asked my name.

 “Fr-Fr-Fr, Frank,” I responded.

 

 One guy came up to me. He reeked of body odor and was a big burley character. He removed his ski mask and stared at me. He asked one of the other guys what to do. One gut opened a box and tossed him a syringe; the man gave a sick sadistic smile.

 When I rose from my drugged slumber I realized we were on a cargo plane.

The droning of the engines was deafening. The flight dragged on for an hour or so. We landed in an abandoned air field where they took me to a hanger. All of a sudden, I heard a helicopter. Suddenly, I feel a gun go to my head; I see the hanger doors open policemen shoot all the gangsters. When I get back to work I realize that my boss docked my pay for the week.

 

That short guy is not smart. (I was going to say stupid but Mrs.Lubich wouldn't like it) 4x7=28 because

1x7=7

2x7=14

3x7=21

4x7=28

I'm in algebra 1B, I should know this, in fact everyone in middle school should know this. You could also do it with 2x14.

The funniest thing that ever happened to me is the picture my mom took of me when I was at my cousin’s birthday party. I was driving a bumper car and the expression in that picture is so hilarious I can’t explain it.