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No more Cockfighting!
Article posted May 14, 2008 at 02:11 PM GMT0 •
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I think that cockfighting is a bloody, violent and cruel thing that people do. It is legal in this country, which I strongly disagree with. I don't think it is fair to the roosters, or the people who get diseaeses from them. It can be dangerous to people too. Diseases spread, like Bird Flu and allergic reactions. These roosters and bred to fight until they die. People attatch hooks and metal claws on the rooster's feet to shred the other rooster. Their beaks are sharp like razors. I have seen this once on TV before, and it is a horrible sight to see the roosters killing each other just for sport. In my opinion, cockfigthing should be illegal everywhere. These beautiful birds should be treated fairly, and should not be forced to fight.
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Article posted May 14, 2008 at 02:11 PM GMT0 •
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I Cry Out For Help!
Article posted April 3, 2008 at 12:41 AM GMT0 •
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It was a normal day, the tribe doing their normal chores and getting ready for a hunting patrols. A few men were lined up for a warrior practice, and the women organizing the huts. I duck under the straw roof to get a better view.
"Mohi!", I heard my mother cry.
"Yes mother?", I answered back.
"You need to go with your father today, he will be needing you", she said in a mischievous tone.
I nodded briefly in response, wondering why my father would need me now.
I walked over to where the men were, in a group, ready to go. But I saw something else. There were also the people my age, looking just as confused as I was. The men then pushed us youngsters into the forest. We trained and fought, and when we came back to the village, we were full grown, trained warriors. I was selected to hunt for a bird without using a weapon, to test my skills.
I set out into the forest, but as soon as i did, I heard a rustle of leaves in the nearby bracken. I dived behind a tree as quickly as I could, but it was too late. Something painful and cold snagged my arms, and a heavy metal chain was thrown around my neck. I stared in horror at the men that the whole village feared; the whites. They were known to steal African-Americans from their tribes and use them as slaves. I had heard the stories from the elders many times before, and I was too shocked to realize it was actually happening. I then began to scream and shout, twist and turn in the air, trying to break free from the bloody chains.
"You can't take me!", I yelled. "My tribe needs! Let me GO!!!" I tried for hours, but the more I squabbled, the more i was beaten by the horrible white men.
"They think nothing of me. They actually think I should be treated like this! What will the tribe do? What if they get caught too?", I thought in pain. I let out a wail of grief. "Its not fair! This can't happen! My tribe needs...AAAAHHH=http://" I cried out as thorns stabbed my back. Fresh scars and traces of blood spread all over me. My heart felt like a metal rock sinking in confusion, anger, and sadness all at once. It was all happening so quickly, so harshly. I was furious at the whites for treating me worse than the poorest stray horse. How could they believe it was the right thing to do? Back in the tribe, we had been told and taught that everyone was equal, and should not be treated like a slave. My family needed me, and I needed them. Tears rolled down my eyes, big, heavy, salty ones. They dripped onto my cut legs, making them sting like a hornet. It just made me cry even more.
All of us African-Americans we chained up into a boat, and I began to feel sick. I couldn't bear to think of what would happen to me next. The horrible stench of blood and tears filled the pathetically small room.
"All is lost!" , I screamed between tears and yelps. "Its all over with!" My chest filled with pain so much that it almost burst open with sadness. As frightening as it was, all of it was real, and thinking of that, I laid my head down and went into sleep, forever.
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Article posted April 3, 2008 at 12:41 AM GMT0 •
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I Sit Here Crying, Because the Earth is Dying
Article posted March 5, 2008 at 11:44 AM GMT0 •
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If only I could reach ad touch the sky,
Climb in a boat, and let your smile light the way
If I could only share myfeelings with the sun,
and watch as my nightmares fade away
If only I could share my secrets with,
The frozen rings of Saturn,
And slide down into the universe
If I could only tell you that,
All these wishes will come true,
Even though I'm certain,
The'll reject me,
And disappear into thin air
For the things in my heart, are falling apart
And there's nothing I can do,
I've tried and tried, but nothing hasworked,
To fix the inside of me
If only I could save the world,
From litter, gas, and smoke,
But now that I've seen the damage,
My heart is really broke
I sink down in my chair, as does my heart,
If only I could give a speech,
And others would do their part
I sit here crying, because the Earth is dying,
But I'm getting backup,
And I'm back to trying
If you want to live,
Listen to your heart,
It will help guide you,
Through the hard part
Just open your eyes, and take a look,
The Earth needs help,
It is in desperate need,
For your love to calm it down,
And reasure it, that it will not drown,
In a heap of nightmares,
Just lying around.
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Article posted March 5, 2008 at 11:44 AM GMT0 •
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I Love My New Class!!!
Article posted February 20, 2008 at 07:33 PM GMT0 •
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Today I was moved to Ms. Smail's classroom, and every one was so welcoming and nice! It was WONDERFUL! I felt like I was at home, in a safe place. I used to be in Mrs. Leticia's classroom, and I miss my teacher very much, but I am very happy in my new class too. In the morning I had to move all my notebooks and stuff to the new desk. Sebastian was moved to Mrs. Leticia's classroom. I now have his desk, but it has all these stickers and stuff on it that say his name, and I can't get them off the desk. I think its funny though.:)Anyways, it was really cool at art today! We started painting those traditional Dominican shoeshine boxes! I love art! Art was somewhere around twelve-thirty or so. I have to get used to a totally new schedule! This famous Dominican artist came to art too, and I thought he was really good. I'm not sure which I should do more when I grow up, or even now. Between art, writing, and music, I can't decide which I'd want to do more of. Oh, and one more thing about art. Well, its kind of related to art, but, while we were walking there, we each got one of these amazingly good brownies that Laura brought in!!!
We also did this fun Tribes activity on the carpet. It was about when I first came in, so I wasn't really used to my new class or teacher yet. I spoke kind of softly, but now that I know how caring everyone is, I feel at home and exited to go to school tomorrow. But, then comes the bad part. My head was hurting the ENTIRE day, and I could actually feel my heartbeat in the back of my neck, without even touching it with my hands!!! At the end of the school day, I felt like throwing up. Not so pleasant, is it? But its true. I was also kind of frustrated too, as I still am, because, I mean, who would want to spend their first day in a different classroom feeling sick? I certainly wouldn't, obviously. I wish I could go back to school again tomorrow, but my fever is 102.6. My mom says I can't go. I'll still do my homework though, because I can't stand it when I have all my homework lying in front of me, and just because I feel bad doesn't mean I can't do it. I might not do it as good as I would on a day I don't feel really gross, because when I'm sick, my brain just kind of shuts down and starts hurting. But I'll still always to my homework. I feel kind of irresponsible when I don't, even if I'm really sick. My mom says she was the same way, which is a good thing, really. But it might not always appeal or help me with health. It usually doesn't help me get better either :). So anyways, other than feeling sick the whole day, it was one of the best days I had ever had the entire year of school. I hope when I get to go back to school, that I won't get sick again!
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Article posted February 20, 2008 at 07:33 PM GMT0 •
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Day in my Life 2008
Article posted February 11, 2008 at 01:59 PM GMT0 •
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Day in my life 2008
Puuuurrrr…puuuurrrr….
I wake up in a slow motion, and I reach over to pet my 7 month old kitty, Snickers, and delighted, he cuddles over to my side and meows until I wake up and pet him. Climbing off my soft quilted bed, I step over all the action figures and legos of my brother, Micah. He is always making a big mess in our shared room. My family lives in an apartment, but the houses inside are pretty big. My room has almost everything with the theme animals, as I love them so much. Snickers is always following me wherever I go, so when I go to pick up my room a little, he starts chewing and playing with the toys. I never really enjoy picking up the room, but its kind of a chore. We have room inspection by our mom every Sunday after church, and I always want to have it clean before that. I reach over to straighten all the books on my shelf. Most of them are books about animals and adventure stories. I always find those fascinating.
“Brianna! Come on, its time to get ready!” My dad calls from the den.
“Coming!” I call back. Snickers starts meowing again, waiting for me to go out with him and play with all his new toys.
I pass my big shelf on the right with all my fragile things and collections, including beanie babies and many miscellaneous things. Snickers is still following me and meowing for me to open the sturdy wooden door. We go down the hallway, and I head to Snickers room, which is a room in the kitchen, to check if I need to give him more food. I scoop out three scoops of Science Diet cat food, and dump out his bowl of water to replace it with fresh water. I don’t feel like cleaning out the cat litter, since its morning time, but I give myself a mental note to do it later when I get home from school. Snickers starts eating right away.
“Morning Pumpkin!” my dad says cheerfully. The kitchen isn’t big, but it isn’t small either. It’s just right. Colorful wallpaper and gorgeous decorations fill the warm room. On the tip top shelves there are many decorations from different places in the world. We have traditional Dominican roosters and coffee cups from the Dominican Republic, which is where I live, coffee makers from Costa Rica, and decorated plates from Mexico. They’ve been up there for years and years. The cabinets below them have cute little glad doorknobs.
“What do you want for breakfast, honey?” Dad asks
“Um… how about Cinnamon Quakers?” I reply. But first, I go and get put on my shoes. I have to walk through the den to get to the shoe rack. The den is the biggest room in the house. Fancy fans hang from the ceiling to cool us off. A green couch we’ve moved from house to house for many years stands in good shape on the side of the wall. A beautiful Dominican picture of dark ladies picking flowers and putting them into buckets to sell. hangs above it. The only problem is, you can’t see the green anymore, because it has to be covered by a white sheet so Snickers doesn’t scratch it. Sometimes he gets into his crazy cat wild mode, and runs all over the house. The den also has two recliners, one for my mom, and one for my dad, and a rocking chair that Snickers loves to curl up in for a nap. Our TV (television) stands on a nice brown cabinet with a place to keep all our DVDs and video games in. We’re only allowed to play video games or watch a movie on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. On Sunday we always go to church, and after that we go out to eat at Wendy’s or Burger King, which are restaurants. Well, I don’t eat the meat though. On Saturday’s we either go out to ride my horse Ruby, or go out somewhere special with either of my parents. Every month my mom and I choose a mall to go to, and I get to choose to buy some different things, and I get 500 pesos to spend, which is about 15 dollars. On Friday’s we still have school, which starts at 7:45 in the morning to 2:15, but we get no homework. Once I’m in Middle School, which I’ll be going to the United States in a plane, I’ll have to have more homework than any other day on Friday. I wish there was homework at all!
I walked over to the shoe rack, and choose my shiny blue and silver ones, my favorite. I walk back into the kitchen, and I find my breakfast waiting for me already. The delicious cereal and milk is always plentiful. There are lots more cartons of milk in the refrigerator, and a lot more boxes of different kinds of cereal too. Right after I had finished, I find Snickers waiting for me to brush my teeth. At first my older brother, Matthew is still using the bathroom, but he gets out after a while. I use my mint flavored tooth paste o brush my teeth, and a soft purple toothbrush to use. Once I was all done, the four of us was ready to leave the house for school. My mom doesn’t have to wake up to take us there, because my dad is an early bird anyways. My mom always gets to sleep in for as long as she wants; usually until 11:00 or something.
We all get into our gold Suzuki jeep, and ride off to school.
It only takes a few minutes to get there, so we park our car and get ready to face the day.
My classroom is really big, and I’m in fifth grade. My teacher is about the sweetest person you’ll ever meet. We have four computers in our classroom, including the one I wrote this blog about a day in my life on. 19 desks form a semi-circle around the huge blue carpet that all the teachers in the entire Elementary school have. We have mini library in the back, and a nice school TV too. Kids in school never get punished by getting hit with a ruler or spanked, but we have to go to the office to discuss some things with principal, or better yet, the vice principal. I’ve never been to the office before for being in trouble, and I never want to. I would probably cry before I even get there. But I am a Christian, and I will try my best to always obey God. I don’t like doing bad things either, and I know that if I do, the only person I’m hurting is me.
Every morning I put my red backpack on one of the hooks, and I go to my desk to start my journal entry and math message. We are working with fractions, percents, and decimals, which is pretty easy so far. All 19 kids in my class are ready to learn.
Every other day, we have P.E., or Physical Education, which is what we happen to have today. The other times we have music class. We work on different things in P.E., such as kickball or soccer. After P.E., we have Spanish class, and then language arts or something. Finally, at 11:00, we have lunch! We file through the door, and we rush to the big cafeteria. I order breadsticks and some fruit juice. My friends Samantha and Laura are waiting for me at the table we always sit at.
Afterwards, the huge playground is taken over by a swarm of fifth graders.
2:15 is finally here, and its time to go home! Kids from all ages come out of their classrooms and head to their houses. I always love playing with Snickers afterwards, but my mom reminds me to do my homework too. Life is a lot easier than back then, but there are many difficult times to deal with also.
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Article posted February 11, 2008 at 01:59 PM GMT0 •
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Day in my Life 2008
Article posted February 11, 2008 at 01:57 PM GMT0 •
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Puuuurrrr…puuuurrrr….
I wake up in a slow motion, and I reach over to pet my 7 month old kitty, Snickers, and delighted, he cuddles over to my side and meows until I wake up and pet him. Climbing off my soft quilted bed, I step over all the action figures and legos of my brother, Micah. He is always making a big mess in our shared room. My family lives in an apartment, but the houses inside are pretty big. My room has almost everything with the theme animals, as I love them so much. Snickers is always following me wherever I go, so when I go to pick up my room a little, he starts chewing and playing with the toys. I never really enjoy picking up the room, but its kind of a chore. We have room inspection by our mom every Sunday after church, and I always want to have it clean before that. I reach over to straighten all the books on my shelf. Most of them are books about animals and adventure stories. I always find those fascinating.
“Brianna! Come on, its time to get ready!” My dad calls from the den.
“Coming!” I call back. Snickers starts meowing again, waiting for me to go out with him and play with all his new toys.
I pass my big shelf on the right with all my fragile things and collections, including beanie babies and many miscellaneous things. Snickers is still following me and meowing for me to open the sturdy wooden door. We go down the hallway, and I head to Snickers room, which is a room in the kitchen, to check if I need to give him more food. I scoop out three scoops of Science Diet cat food, and dump out his bowl of water to replace it with fresh water. I don’t feel like cleaning out the cat litter, since its morning time, but I give myself a mental note to do it later when I get home from school. Snickers starts eating right away.
“Morning Pumpkin!” my dad says cheerfully. The kitchen isn’t big, but it isn’t small either. It’s just right. Colorful wallpaper and gorgeous decorations fill the warm room. On the tip top shelves there are many decorations from different places in the world. We have traditional Dominican roosters and coffee cups from the Dominican Republic, which is where I live, coffee makers from Costa Rica, and decorated plates from Mexico. They’ve been up there for years and years. The cabinets below them have cute little glad doorknobs.
“What do you want for breakfast, honey?” Dad asks
“Um… how about Cinnamon Quakers?” I reply. But first, I go and get put on my shoes. I have to walk through the den to get to the shoe rack. The den is the biggest room in the house. Fancy fans hang from the ceiling to cool us off. A green couch we’ve moved from house to house for many years stands in good shape on the side of the wall. A beautiful Dominican picture of dark ladies picking flowers and putting them into buckets to sell. hangs above it. The only problem is, you can’t see the green anymore, because it has to be covered by a white sheet so Snickers doesn’t scratch it. Sometimes he gets into his crazy cat wild mode, and runs all over the house. The den also has two recliners, one for my mom, and one for my dad, and a rocking chair that Snickers loves to curl up in for a nap. Our TV (television) stands on a nice brown cabinet with a place to keep all our DVDs and video games in. We’re only allowed to play video games or watch a movie on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. On Sunday we always go to church, and after that we go out to eat at Wendy’s or Burger King, which are restaurants. Well, I don’t eat the meat though. On Saturday’s we either go out to ride my horse Ruby, or go out somewhere special with either of my parents. Every month my mom and I choose a mall to go to, and I get to choose to buy some different things, and I get 500 pesos to spend, which is about 15 dollars. On Friday’s we still have school, which starts at 7:45 in the morning to 2:15, but we get no homework. Once I’m in Middle School, which I’ll be going to the United States in a plane, I’ll have to have more homework than any other day on Friday. I wish there was homework at all!
I walked over to the shoe rack, and choose my shiny blue and silver ones, my favorite. I walk back into the kitchen, and I find my breakfast waiting for me already. The delicious cereal and milk is always plentiful. There are lots more cartons of milk in the refrigerator, and a lot more boxes of different kinds of cereal too. Right after I had finished, I find Snickers waiting for me to brush my teeth. At first my older brother, Matthew is still using the bathroom, but he gets out after a while. I use my mint flavored tooth paste o brush my teeth, and a soft purple toothbrush to use. Once I was all done, the four of us was ready to leave the house for school. My mom doesn’t have to wake up to take us there, because my dad is an early bird anyways. My mom always gets to sleep in for as long as she wants; usually until 11:00 or something.
We all get into our gold Suzuki jeep, and ride off to school.
It only takes a few minutes to get there, so we park our car and get ready to face the day.
My classroom is really big, and I’m in fifth grade. My teacher is about the sweetest person you’ll ever meet. We have four computers in our classroom, including the one I wrote this blog about a day in my life on. 19 desks form a semi-circle around the huge blue carpet that all the teachers in the entire Elementary school have. We have mini library in the back, and a nice school TV too. Kids in school never get punished by getting hit with a ruler or spanked, but we have to go to the office to discuss some things with principal, or better yet, the vice principal. I’ve never been to the office before for being in trouble, and I never want to. I would probably cry before I even get there. But I am a Christian, and I will try my best to always obey God. I don’t like doing bad things either, and I know that if I do, the only person I’m hurting is me.
Every morning I put my red backpack on one of the hooks, and I go to my desk to start my journal entry and math message. We are working with fractions, percents, and decimals, which is pretty easy so far. All 19 kids in my class are ready to learn.
Every other day, we have P.E., or Physical Education, which is what we happen to have today. The other times we have music class. We work on different things in P.E., such as kickball or soccer. After P.E., we have Spanish class, and then language arts or something. Finally, at 11:00, we have lunch! We file through the door, and we rush to the big cafeteria. I order breadsticks and some fruit juice. My friends Samantha and Laura are waiting for me at the table we always sit at.
Afterwards, the huge playground is taken over by a swarm of fifth graders.
2:15 is finally here, and its time to go home! Kids from all ages come out of their classrooms and head to their houses. I always love playing with Snickers afterwards, but my mom reminds me to do my homework too. Life is a lot easier than back then, but there are many difficult times to deal with also.
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Article posted February 11, 2008 at 01:57 PM GMT0 •
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Life of a Colonial Kid
Article posted January 30, 2008 at 06:41 PM GMT0 •
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Sunlight shines through the square gap in the grey cement wall I wake up on a hot and sticky morning. The bundle of brown curtains on the dusty ground was the only thing I had to sleep on. My little sister, Hannah, and my mother, Sarah, shared the mildewed, old bed with rusty springs to hold it up. Looking around the small room for my new dress and corset, I hear ruffles and squeaks of the old bed as Hannah finally wakes up for school.
“Abigail, what are you looking for?” Hannah says sleepily.
“My dress, remember? I’m 17 now, and mother made my new dress yesterday. Although I am nervous about the corset, because Grandmamma broke her ribs.” I reply.
When mother wakes up, Hannah and I immediately start doing our daily chores before she sees we were wasting time talking.
“Girls, what’s all the babbling about? Get to work, my dears. Abigail, let me help you with your dress.”
Unsteadily, Mama stumbles over to an old, cracked dresser, and gently takes out the beautiful dress she promised me.
“Oh Mama, its lovely! Thank you!”
Quickly but carefully, I take the dress and head for the outhouse. Mama starts to call after me, but I am too exited to hear her. I race through the uneven grass and brick-red mud, until I can see the rickety old outhouse, used as a bathroom. The hole in the ground leads to the bottom of the soil under the oak tree wood. I burst into the door, but I was too exited to remember the smelly stink that always made my nose twist. Right away when I took one tiny breath, I almost screamed in surprise and regret. Just then did I realize I had forgotten to do my chores before any of the excitement. Mama would want me to put it on right, and she would want to help me even more. Once again, ignoring the fresh smell of skunk somewhere nearby, I raced back to the house. Before I could even start explaining, Mama was already waiting for me at the door, tapping her foot in the grass. It didn’t matter which shoe you put on your foot, because they didn’t have a special place for your big toe. Other than that, I had probably just earned yet another day of punishment, another day without my new dress.
“Young lady, you get your sassy potato trap over here right now.”
In the background, I see Hannah mouthing, “Good luck with mom! I’m out of here!”
“Abigail, you are not going to school today with your new dress! Off you go, and you’ll have to do your chores tomorrow morning, extra work. Your father and I will think of a good punishment for your unacceptable, disobedient behavior. Today you’ll wear a muddy white shirt and no shoes all day, even to school.”
Mama takes out her full bucket of mud out from under the porch picnic table, grabs my clean white shirt I’m wearing, and smothers all of the mud on it, including on my face, hair, and hands. She shoves my off the porch, and I yelp in pain as her sharp fingernails stab my back. Without the usual lightness in my step, I plod heavily to school. So far, I’ve ruined my first day of the celebration for becoming a woman.
“Class, today I would like to start with spelling.” Ms. Charity was saying when I walked in the stuffy classroom.
“Ah, Abigail. I was beginning to think you weren’t coming. I see you have had a bad morning, yes?” she said with a smile. “Another day of disobedience, I guess? And more chores, as always.” Ms. Charity was one of the nicest people I have ever met in my entire 17 years of life. She always understands me and my feelings. She tells me that she was once just like me, always disobedient and getting into trouble.
“Abigail, before we start spelling, could you tell me what forty-five plus seventy-seven equals to?”
“Um… one-thousand seventy-twelve?” I knew that was wrong. Most of the time, I was wrong in mathematics. I did not like numbers. They never made sense to me either.
“No, I’m sorry dear. You’ll have to sit in the corner with a dunce hat on your head to learn your lesson” Miserably, I stood in the corner of the classroom with the spiky hat that hurt my head, listening to the other kids in the class spell out their words from the hornbook.
“Ann, please spell the word ‘Donkey’”
“OK, um… D-O-N-K-E-Y, right?” She answers nervously. Annie was one of the smartest women in the entire class. She was already 18, and almost every boy in the Colony liked her and asked to marry her. She was one of the more wealthy families, and every day she wore a new silk dress. Everyone knew her mother was the best sewer, knitter, and weaver in the entire town. Ann definitely had the same gift from God as her mother. She mostly had her mom make her dresses, as she was more experienced, but a couple were made by Ann herself. Many other girls were very jealous of her.
“Excellent darling. Now, Edward, tell me how to spell the word ‘picture’.”
I don’t bother to listen to the next class. I was too upset thinking about me being the only girl with no adult dress yet. I was determined to try harder the next day.
Finally, school was over, and I walked slowly back to my little house. I didn’t want Mama to figure out I had yet again failed the same math problem. No homework was given today, fortunately. The chores would be enough work.
“Abigail! Come here!”
Too late. My father already spotted me.
“Yes father? What is it?”
“Come. We will discuss this in the house.”
We walked to the little house, coming from the garden, and I knew right away I wasn’t going to get supper tonight. Mother was already waiting for me.
“Abigail. Darling, it is time you learn your lesson.” Mama started out.
“Your father and I have been very concerned about your behavior. This is all I will say:
You will work all day and night for three days until you learn your lesson. You will wear the same clothes, even to bed. I will make sure you get Fs in all your classes until these three days are over. You will have to do extra work; including helping the men carry back the deer meat. Now go. You will have no help from Hannah, as she has been an angel forever, never getting into trouble. Start with milking the cows. And I want three glasses of milk, you hear me? Go.”
I let out a long sigh once I was out of the house and in the stables where the cows awaited their milking. There is always work to do when you are a Colonial kid. That’s just how life is.
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Article posted January 30, 2008 at 06:41 PM GMT0 •
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Nice meeting you!
Article posted February 16, 2007 at 02:00 PM GMT0 •
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Nice Meeting you!
Hi! My name is Brianna Rebekah Wagner. One of my favorite things to do is ride my horse, that I named Ruby. Right now, Ruby is pregnant, and is going to have her baby in only about a month! I can’t wait to see her newborn foal! As you can see, I am definitely a horse lover. Actually, every time I see a horse something, I usually have to be reminded that we were at the store to buy groceries, not horse paintings or calendars. I first started loving horses when my cousin, whose name is Alexandria, told me that she adored them. At the time, I was only young and I wanted to be exactly like my older-than-me cousin. We’re only 1 year apart, (I’m nine, she’s ten) but now, we like about every thing the same. Now, of course she doesn’t live here in the D.R, but in Raleigh, North Carolina. The only reason I live here is because my family is a missionary family. That means we are here to teach people about God. You see, we’re Christians. So, my mother and father felt that God had called us to come to the D.R to help other people become Christians, to believe in God.
Anyway, another thing I love doing, in fact, I love it so much that I adore it, is reading. Talk about, let’s say, 42 books a year, and I’m only nine! We even have books that my mom had when she was 22, teaching school. One of my favorite books in the entire world is… Well, I haven’t really decided yet, but I’ve been working on it. Well, the point is, I really and truly LOVE reading. Since reading sort of relates to writing, let me go ahead and tell you, I LOVE writing also. Seriously, one of my goals this year is to write, and publish a real, long, book and become a true author. I would need an illustrator for my book, because, I can’t really draw all that well. I can draw animals, such as horses, and my made up cucumber/pickle characters, but nothing else. I do like drawing though.
Unlike most girls, I’m not saying that every girl doesn’t, no offence,(If you’re a girl that likes sports) I love about every single sport in the world. Actually, I don’t know every sport in the world, but I do love ‘em. Three of my favorites are baseball, soccer, and basketball. Oh, and horse racing. (Make that four) Wait! I forgot about track and field. (That’s five) Oh Alright, alright. I admit, I can’t decide that either, but I definitely adore sports.
Another thing I’ve always enjoyed is music, music, as in singing, and instruments.
Every year I sign up for choir, and I’m overjoyed whenever I get picked to do a solo. Do you like singing? I like singing so much I even sing in the shower!
The instruments I play are the piano, recorder, pennywhistle, guitar, (Sort of) and flute. (Sort of)
I’m also addicted to stuffed animals. I have two trunks full of them, plus two big bags full, and a medium sized trunk with my favorites.
I only have one my bed because my brother, Micah, whom I share, a bedroom with, is allergic to dust. We found that out a couple of days ago.
Well, now that you know me, maybe we can make blogs and send comments back to each other for the rest of our lives! Well, see you!
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Article posted February 16, 2007 at 02:00 PM GMT0 •
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About the Blogger
I have made this blog to introduce myself to a 6th grade student at a school in Michigan. We will communicate with eachother by blogging and giving comments to eachother.
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