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Just For Fun!! 09/11

Blog Entries
5/9 The One for Me
5/9 What We Live For
5/9 Hear Me Out
5/4 My Dear Romeo and Juliet!
4/22 That One Girl
3/7 Breeseff (:
2/23 Peppers of the rainbow!
2/15 A Thousand Years<3
2/7 Celebration Time!!
2/7 Reader Response - Megyn, Kenzie, Kyle & Klay
1/25 Things I love to do!!
1/4 Pick Me One Last Time!
12/14 Yoohoo! Over Here!
11/29 Dear Dear Diary
11/21 Yoohoo! Over here!
11/15 How Could You Do This To Me?!
11/7 one, two three!
11/7 P-E-R-S-U-A-S-I-V-E
11/7 P-E-R-S-U-A-S-I-V-E!
10/14 Best Friends
10/5 Oh, Oh, Pick Me!
10/5 What's The Lesson?
9/29 Awesome Song!!
9/29 Thanks!
9/21 Here's More About Me!
9/15 It's All About Me!!

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Things I love to do!!

Article posted January 25, 2012 at 05:45 PM GMT0 • comment (3) • Reads 873

January FreeSpeak

Article posted January 25, 2012 at 05:45 PM GMT0 • comment (3) • Reads 873



Pick Me One Last Time!

Article posted January 4, 2012 at 04:43 PM GMT0 • comment • Reads 413

Pick Me Last! (Part lll)

Mr. Halloway and Will are on a mad search for Jim, but they just can't find him! As they weave through the maze of carnival tents they hear calliope music. All of a sudden a light bulb went off in Will's mind! Jim must be on or near the carousel. He races to find him and his jaw hits the ground as he sees Jim reach out and grab the circling carousel. Jim starts going around and around and Will tries his very hardest to pull him off. Why is it so hard for Will to pull Jim off?

Article posted January 4, 2012 at 04:43 PM GMT0 • comment • Reads 413



Yoohoo! Over Here!

Article posted December 14, 2011 at 05:26 PM GMT0 • comment • Reads 1364

Ooh! Ooh! Pick Me! Again!

Why does Will's realationship with his father change?

Article posted December 14, 2011 at 05:26 PM GMT0 • comment • Reads 1364



Dear Dear Diary

Article posted November 29, 2011 at 05:39 PM GMT0 • comment (1) • Reads 1191

December Freewrite


Swish! Swish! The almost silent sound of the turning of pages. This poem is simply saying how you tell no one but an imaginary friend inside your diary or journal all the secrets you have.

Dear Dear Diary

An original poem

Dear dear diary

Listen to my secrets

Hear me out

I hope you keep them

You are my dearest friend

Closest to my heart

You are the only one

Who has been there from the start

Wondering awaiting

What am I going to spill today

My greatest secrets

Only ever said to you

Every time I tell a story

I whisper it so the only one who hears

Is you

Article posted November 29, 2011 at 05:39 PM GMT0 • comment (1) • Reads 1191



Yoohoo! Over here!

Article posted November 21, 2011 at 04:35 PM GMT0 • comment (5) • Reads 1394

Ooh, Ooh, Pick Me!


Why do you think Jim is so mesmerized by the carnival, however Will is not?


 

Article posted November 21, 2011 at 04:35 PM GMT0 • comment (5) • Reads 1394



How Could You Do This To Me?!

Article posted November 15, 2011 at 05:44 PM GMT0 • comment (6) • Reads 1329

November Freewrite


How? Why? What did I ever do to you? This original poem, written by myself, is about the sorrow of loosing someone you loved and lost.


How Could You Do This To Me


An original poem 


How  could you do this to me


How could you let my heart break


 My feelings just drained away


After you told her


You would never love me


Not any day of the week


Not any month of the year


I've gotta go my life without you


And to me that isn't fair


How could you do this to me


How could you let my heart break


I'm dying inside


My heart is broken now


And it's all thanks to you


Baby you let me down


I fell right through


Through your open arms


That weren't there


To catch me when I fall


How could you do that to me


How dare you let my heart break


Yes my feelings are gone


And they have yet to be replaced


Article posted November 15, 2011 at 05:44 PM GMT0 • comment (6) • Reads 1329



one, two three!

Article posted November 7, 2011 at 05:34 PM GMT0 • comment (4) • Reads 1856

 3rd Time's a Charm


3rd person omniscient

One sunny day in the deep blue sea, Franklin the fish was laying in the sun thinking to himself, "Oh how I wish I could walk along the sand with the humans." He laid there day dreaming about how he would look as a human, he wondered how wonderful his life would be if he could walk above the water, and he closed his eyes and wished with all his might that one day his dream would come true.

Well his mother did not want her son thinking of such things. She wanted her son to be thinking of things like playing sports with his friends, doing well in school, and going to college some day on an athletic scholarship.

His mother came into his room in a huff. “You need to get up, go outside, and play. Get some fresh water into you before the day is done.” Franklin sighed, swung his fins to the edge of his bed, and swam towards the door to enjoy the rest of his day outside.

 Limited omniscient

One sunny day in the deep blue sea, Franklin the fish was laying in the sun thinking to himself, "Oh how I wish I could walk along the sand with the humans." He laid there day dreaming about how he would look as a human, he wondered how wonderful his life would be if he could walk above the water, and he closed his eyes and wished with all his might that one day his dream would come true. In the distance the swishing of his mother’s finsteps coming down the hallway could be heard. Before he knew it his mother came into his room in a huff. “You need to get up, go outside, and play. Get some fresh water into you before the day is done.” Franklin sighed. Didn’t his mother know that all he wanted to do was day dream about how his life could be?

Dramatic

One sunny day in the deep blue sea, Franklin the fish was lying in a spot of sun on his bed. In the distance the swishing of his mother’s finsteps coming down the hallway could be heard.

Before he knew it his mother came into his room in a huff. “You need to get up, go outside, and play. Get some fresh air into you before the day is done.” Franklin sighed, and got up and shuffled his way to the door as slow as possible.

Article posted November 7, 2011 at 05:34 PM GMT0 • comment (4) • Reads 1856



P-E-R-S-U-A-S-I-V-E

Article posted November 7, 2011 at 04:34 PM GMT0 • comment • Reads 1856

 


Megyn

Miss Transue

English

27 October 2011

Cut the Line

            Splash! Splash! Is that not the biggest bass you have ever hooked? Wait you have got this gorgeous girl, who you have had a crush on for as long as you can remember, sitting in the front of your canoe on the way to the fair, with you! Do you reel in this fish, or go for the girl? I read the story “The Bass, The River, and Sheila Mant.” The narrator made the wrong decision by cutting the line and going to Sheila.

            The narrator should have chosen the fish and not Sheila. One reason is Sheila Mant is a snob. When the narrator went to pick up Sheila she did not help paddle the entire way to the fair! Another thing is she talks about herself the whole time. She tells him how she wants to go to college somewhere she can ski, and that she was “thinking of getting my hair styled, more swept back? I mean, Ann-Margret? Like hers, only shorter” (Wetherell, 8).

            Nevertheless some people say that Sheila was nice to the narrator because she went to the fair with him, and she also danced with him. However Sheila only danced with him twice. If she were a good date she would have danced with him the whole time. Not only that, but she also neglected to go home with her date. Instead she went home in Eric Caswell’s corvette.

            Thus Sheila was the wrong choice; however the bass was the right choice. Sheila was rude to the narrator. The narrator was trying to show off his knowledge of fishing and she boldly said to him that fishing was stupid. Not to mention; when is he ever going to catch a bass that big ever again? After he hooked the fish he knew three things about it, “One that, it was a bass. Two, that it was a big bass. Three that it was the biggest bass I had ever hooked” (Wetherell, 7). Even after she left him to go home by himself at the fair, Sheila was not nice to him. Because even after she had rudely told him that fishing was dumb she told him, “you’re a funny kid, you know that” (Wetherell, 10). However; by funny she does not mean his jokes are funny. By funny she means weird.

            In conclusion, Sheila Mant was the wrong choice; however the fish was the right choice. As an avid reader I can justify me points with evidence from the text. In this situation would you choose the biggest fish ever, or the gorgeous girl?

 




Works Cited

Wetherell, W. D. "The Bass, The River, and Sheila Mant" Pathways: Literature for Readers and Writers. Logan, IO: Perfection Learning, 2008. 4-10. Print.

Article posted November 7, 2011 at 04:34 PM GMT0 • comment • Reads 1856



P-E-R-S-U-A-S-I-V-E!

Article posted November 7, 2011 at 04:31 PM GMT0 • comment • Reads 1774

 


Megyn S

Miss Transue

English

27 October 2011

Cut the Line

            Splash! Splash! Is that not the biggest bass you have ever hooked? Wait you have got this gorgeous girl, who you have had a crush on for as long as you can remember, sitting in the front of your canoe on the way to the fair, with you! Do you reel in this fish, or go for the girl? I read the story “The Bass, The River, and Sheila Mant.” The narrator made the wrong decision by cutting the line and going to Sheila.

            The narrator should have chosen the fish and not Sheila. One reason is Sheila Mant is a snob. When the narrator went to pick up Sheila she did not help paddle the entire way to the fair! Another thing is she talks about herself the whole time. She tells him how she wants to go to college somewhere she can ski, and that she was “thinking of getting my hair styled, more swept back? I mean, Ann-Margret? Like hers, only shorter” (Wetherell, 8).

            Nevertheless some people say that Sheila was nice to the narrator because she went to the fair with him, and she also danced with him. However Sheila only danced with him twice. If she were a good date she would have danced with him the whole time. Not only that, but she also neglected to go home with her date. Instead she went home in Eric Caswell’s corvette.

            Thus Sheila was the wrong choice; however the bass was the right choice. Sheila was rude to the narrator. The narrator was trying to show off his knowledge of fishing and she boldly said to him that fishing was stupid. Not to mention; when is he ever going to catch a bass that big ever again? After he hooked the fish he knew three things about it, “One that, it was a bass. Two, that it was a big bass. Three that it was the biggest bass I had ever hooked” (Wetherell, 7). Even after she left him to go home by himself at the fair, Sheila was not nice to him. Because even after she had rudely told him that fishing was dumb she told him, “you’re a funny kid, you know that” (Wetherell, 10). However; by funny she does not mean his jokes are funny. By funny she means weird.

            In conclusion, Sheila Mant was the wrong choice; however the fish was the right choice. As an avid reader I can justify me points with evidence from the text. In this situation would you choose the biggest fish ever, or the gorgeous girl?

 




Works Cited

Wetherell, W. D. "The Bass, The River, and Sheila Mant" Pathways: Literature for Readers and Writers. Logan, IO: Perfection Learning, 2008. 4-10. Print.

Article posted November 7, 2011 at 04:31 PM GMT0 • comment • Reads 1774



Best Friends

Article posted October 14, 2011 at 05:43 PM GMT0 • comment (5) • Reads 1060

October Freewrite


Hello there! Do you have a best friend just like I do? Is your best friend as awesome as mine is? This is going to be about my best friend Merrick.  Here's a little bit about the most awesome person I know.  Best friends are really hard to come by.  Ever since kindergarten I have had a new best friend every year.  Until sixth grade when Merrick moved to Elk Lake.  Merrick has been my best friend since sixth grade.  He is the only one who has always been there for me.  He has a great personality.  Merrick loves to dance.  We will be walking down the hallway and he will just start dancing along.  Some people look at him funny, but he just keeps going and I just laugh.  I laugh because he's the highlight of my day and that's just who he is; a truly amazing person.  Merrick also loves baseball.  It is his favorite sport.  His favorite MLB Team is the Phillies, and his favorite player is Ryan Howard.  Merrick's favorite band is Lady Antebellum.  He really enjoys their music.  Merrick is such an enjoyable person to be around.  He can always make you laugh, and he always has a smile on his face.  He may have his quirks, but that is what I like best about him.  If there is one person I couldn't stand to lose its him.

Article posted October 14, 2011 at 05:43 PM GMT0 • comment (5) • Reads 1060



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