This article will be about amnesia, an illness that comes in many forms. Most of all the cause is memory loss and you just might be able to cure it. Read this ‘just right sized’ article and you will be an expert in this subject!!

 In simple terms, amnesia is the loss of memory. The causes of amnesia can be organic or functional.

Organic causes may include brain damage through injury, or the use of specific drugs - usually sedative drugs. Functional causes are psychological factors, like defense mechanisms.

People with amnesia find it hard to imagine the future, because our constructions of our future are close to our collections of old experiences.

According to Medilexicon's medical dictionary amnesia is "A disturbance in the memory of stored information of very variable durations, minutes to months, in contrast to short-term memory, manifest by total or partial inability, to recall past experiences."

 The causes of functional amnesia is caused by an emotional shock, like being in a violent crime (or terrorist attack) being abused or in a natural disaster.

Organic amnesia is caused by stroke, brain inflammation, heart attack, carbon monoxide poisoning, too much alcohol intake, the sleeping drug, which is why so many people say that they can not remember what they did after taking the drug, and head injuries.

 The symptoms of this illness are uncoordinated movement, confusion, short-term memory, and to not recognize faces and names.

Luckily, in most of the cases amnesia can heal itself without any treatment. However, if you have a physical or mental disorder, it should be treated (if possible). You should tell the patients to go back into their home, or area, if they are surrounded with familiar objects, photographs, smells and, and music.

 Amnesia is horrible disease that you pray to not get. You never know if you will get it, but more importantly, if you get it let’s hope you get the mild one. Otherwise you have no cure. You will forget all about your closest ones, oh, and one more tip: don’t bump your head!!

By FN

FOOTBALL

Do you have a cousin who plays foot ball constantly? Do you feel that he only cares about that?  Does he randomly go “GOAL!!?” while you’re playing or talking? well, that’s my cousin, 13 and wild…I remember the good times we had together, when we were young, and kept inventing games. Our favorite game was called Lilly, my cousin Sunny, was the catcher, or Lilly their cat. There was the snow monster game. I loved that one.

Anyway, I’ll start with all his old obsessions when his only friend were us (as in Tia, Tara, Lana and I)  Sunny’s, as far as I remember, first obsession was crystals,  he imagined he found them in the sand box, he collected beautiful ones he even had a small metal tree with crystals hanging from tiny rings! His second obsession was space, planets, big bang, and wow! Almost every time I met him I had a new fact swirling in my head as well as a million questions!

 after that there were weirder ones, like caravans and Genisis (A band). He had so many albums and searched them on you-tube but we still played and laughed our ribs off when we watched a funny Genisis movie with a weird chameleon.

then he had football.  he only played football; he never played with us anymore. and why stick with it?  he stuck with it because he got friends, lots and lots of friends. AND WHAT about us, I have no idea. Imagine that, a lovely life with an extra clever cousin, ruined by wanting more friends and an obsession of football. Let’s hope your cousin is not as bad!

I’m not sure where he is now but, Sunny, where ever you are please try to improve and play or at least TALK TO us.

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Florence

Hello readers. The person who reads (correction: skims through, carelessly) is called Mary-Anne, and this note is for you and other worldwide readers who care/ don’t care for books.

Mary-Ann, I am being horribly abused; I am trying to be as gentle as possible right now. So, first you have to understand how hard it was to make me, it took many months (about 11) to write me, than we had trouble editing and publishing, and tossing drafts in the bin, so as you see this is not a very easy process. I promised to love the seller, and customer at all costs (after all they helped the writer earn money!)

In return you hate me, rip me! Fine words inked in smooth paper, ripped, it gives me the creeps just thinking of the horrid subject…..

Anyway, this horridness is the result of sloppiness, and turning my pages carelessly.

When you finish your “reading” please put a nice book mark, I beg of you. Instead of roughly folding my perfect tips of my enchanting page, book marks, a books best friend! How would you like it if YOUR “perfect” hand would fold like that, well books have feelings too! When you finish folding, or if you get a change of heart, miracle in other words, you throw and thump me hard on the shelf. Now you are hurting two poor old things- the shelf and the book, who do you think you are?!(Think of that overnight)

Humph- oh no its Mary Ann’s little brother Max! Oh my, he can’t do this to me, oh yes he CAN! I see a marker sliding its tip on me. Oh my pages, my lovely pages, oh, blue yellow, pink and purple, save me, someone. No one.

NO, Sorry Annie but NOW I’m mad, sad, and really mad! If you treated me well, not hurt me, or any one, as a matter of fact, this would not have happened. The anger passes away, as I sob “OH, if only you cared a little more, tried a little harder.” I sob a little harder, and wail once in a while, as you happily throw me into the dusty, bad smelling, and wet bin. The garbage man comes to pick me up and he studies me. Hope, a wonderful feeling, passes by my head. I call goodbye as the man trashes me once more into the truck. “Goodbye” I blink backs the tears that dwell in my eyes, my heat sinks. I get the feeling that hope will never pass by again, ever. I howl with sadness and sooner or later my life will be lost.

I tell this to you and worldwide people, because I want you and others to learn their lesson, also so other books get treated well.

Thank you for listening to my first to last words and feelings, Mary-Ann’s book                                                           

Florence

The Journey of a Drop of Blood

Hello! I am a drop of blood; I come from your body. It is 12:00 PM and I am waiting to be made, by red blood cells and plasma, Hemoglobin, and white blood cells, I am made by all…

 Today, I am being squeezed through the whole body and I am extremely excited for this (apparently) lovely experience!

(Unfortunately this turned out to be a HORRIBLE experience, but a great writing piece!!)

So, now, I am being shot through the superior Vena-cava, into the heart. I am extremely dizzy and tired because I have no oxygen AT ALL! Helplessly, I prepare myself for another bumpy journey as I knock on the heart’s door: “hello, hello” I call.

I wince as I am pushed through to the… oh there’s the sign, right atrium, so, what’s next?!

I’m getting squeezed through the, tricuspid valve! Even though this is still, the worst experience, I look forward to the… argh!! I’m being squeezed out of the right ventricle through the vein, wait, and artery?!Oh! This must be the only artery that carries de-oxygenated blood, the pulmonary artery!

Interesting…I sense a beautiful essence as I approach the lungs! Peace, flowing through the lungs, floating in a tub, filling myself with rich oxygen, lovely oxygen, at last I feel much better. But … It still feels horrid squashed about the artery, what!? Oh I forgot, it is the pulmonary vein. I knock on the door of the left side again, and say halfheartedly “open”.

Once more I get squeezed into the left atrium, then through the one way road opening, the mitral valve and to the big, muscular, left ventricle.

Bad luck for me, while the squeezing process is being done, I SMASH in to the septum (what separates the left and the right of the heart) ow, ow, OW! Soon I get pushed into the biggest vein, Aorta, big, spacious, and perfect.

After that great feeling, comes the long trip, to give cells oxygen from my source.

I zip and zoom through arteries capillaries, and veins, to every part of your body. Finally, my oxygen runs low as I give a little to the last cells I pass- now I travel through the last veins to have the process happen again. As I approach the heart I check the time 12:01- just in time.

Dear Mr. President,

Congratulations!

I am a citizen of your country and this is why I am writing this letter to you: because I would like you be a good president, and wanted you to realize you deserved this. And why did we all vote for you?

We voted for you because you said your speeches bravely, and I could tell you didn’t lie, the way you wrote your speech was smart. You never said you were the best, and you were sacrificing your time for a better life for your new country.

The other candidates made and said their speeches well, but I could tell they could be lying, unlike you they did not care for education, they didn’t care for the underprivileged citizens, and you did.

I hope you do well and walk you talk, also fulfill your people’s needs. I will be looking up to you and am hoping I made the right choice in voting you.

Thank you for listening,

Florence

This is what I learned about the Middle East:

                What I learned in Gilgamesh- the Last Quest

-There are some lions in the Middle East, and the people of Uruk believe in gods and immortality, and there is a dead sea there, except you don’t die if you touch it.

-Kings ruled cities and the people they rule usually hunt wild animals in the Dessert or in the forests in the mountains.

-The city of Uruk was ruled by Gilgamesh.

                What I learned in the Librarian of Basra

-There are libraries in the Middle East and people there respect the books there.

- There is war in the Middle East which means there are bombs and planes in the Middle East.

                My favorite character(s) are:

Shamat: because she is pretty and kind, she also plays the lyre.

Salah: because he loves animals and cares for a camel.

Alia: because she loves books just like me and cares for them. 

Hello!

This is Amy here; I go around school with a gang. My teacher is Mrs. Lilly, I call her Mrs. L. That’s because for some silly reason she doesn’t like Lilly, I think it’s nice. I can’t help boasting a little bit about class. I’m top. There you go. I said it .Don’t get angry. I’m righting on my desk. With my gang who is Emily, Zara, Me, and my boss or captain Ann. She came up with this. The gang is righting in our team journals. Mrs. L approves of it of course. Oh, I should go now to recess. “Come on gang”

Ann said – sorry – big Ann said. I sighed, I love big Ann’s bravery but I’m a little scared honestly and I’ve just washed my poor braided hair!  I also have a beautiful, white party frock on! I’m nervously tapping (elegantly) down the stairs to the play area the boys are all ready for war .were not. I feel like crying. I hid my tears from Ann she doesn’t allow crying. I take 3 deep breaths to calm down, hold Emmys hand hard for protection and whisper to her “I regret stealing Jakes’ cookies”

“ATTACK”

Booo! It's finally October.The month of ghosts, monsters and fun.:) I'm going to be a witch!Ginny! 

I  am green

I am created by a human

I am lonely

answer:Frankenstein