Saturday, September 26, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
More Poems...
As pretty as can be
A meadow of silence
Waiting for you and me.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
My latest poem
what would you say
If it was your last night
would you hold me tight
If it was your last time to say goodnight
would you kiss me twice
If it was your last time
You would make it quite fine
Friday, June 5, 2009
NEWSPAPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As their classmates swing on the monkey bars and master the balance beam, a dedicated group of fourth-graders circle their local playground, picking up trash.
Every Monday and Thursday, the student-initiated Grooving Green Team dons yellow rubber gloves and scours its campus for garbage.
Trash “makes a beautiful place ugly,” fourth-grader [AC] said.
The team noticed there was always more trash around its playground on Mondays, especially if the preceding weekend had sunny weather. This only made them more determined to beautify the grounds, as if each candy wrapper collected were a prize they can’t wait to throw away.
The initial green push started during the summer of 2008, when a group of teachers, administrators, staff and parents decided to join a Green Schools Program.
When fourth-grade teacher [SM] had her students spearhead the waste-free Wednesday green school project this past year, they jumped onboard, creating posters and writing a skit that drew attention to the event.
The County also presented students with several garbology workshops. On Earth Day, [M's] students picked up trash. It was then that the Grooving Green Team came into existence.
As part of the Earth Day festivities, fourth-grader [AD] read an article in a Scholastic magazine about green projects. What, she wondered, could she and her classmates do to help her school?
She decided they should pick up litter. [AD’s] mother bought the group a supply of yellow gloves and made each member a nametag. Before long, the team of four had grown to eight.
Fourth-grader [MW] said the group found all sorts of trash, including food wrappers, Styrofoam and cigarette butts. “It keeps our school healthy,” [W] said of
picking up the litter.“Once this teacher said,’ it’s better to have garbage in one place than all over the place,’” fourth-grader [CD] said.
[HG] joined the group to help the environment and to be with her
friends. At the end of every recess, [G] hands her gloves to [M], who
washes them in disinfectant. Students who want to flex more of a green
muscle can join [M's} book club. Every week, they read another three chapters
of the ecological mystery, “The Missing ‘Gator of Gumbo Limbo.”“I just really like going outdoors and doing stuff like that,” fourth-grader [SC] said. [M] said she offers these opportunities because of the students’ interest. "Hopefully, they’re going to take home the message that they’re a part of this world,” [M] said. “We’re all part of the problem, so that we’re all part of the solution.”
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
School Project
Monday, April 20, 2009
Fan Cam
Take me out to the ball game
Take me out to the crowd
Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks
I don’t care if we ever come back
So it’s root root root for the Mariners
If they don’t win it’s a shame
For its one, two, three, strikes you’re out
At the old ball game.
Well, you hear that one at Safeco Field and guess what? That’s where I was on Friday night. I went with my really good friend and we were having the greatest of times. Then the young lady sitting in front of us said that her friend sitting next to her was trying to get us on the fan cam. We were thrilled! We danced at every interval and just when we were about to dance no more- we were on the fan cam. We were sooooo excited! Even when the game started up again, we told each other, “we were on the fan cam, we were on the fan cam.” If I’ll ever remember a ball game, it’ll be that one!!!
Sunday, April 12, 2009
A Story I Wrote After Seeing Picasso's Painting
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
The Wave Board
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Just something I wrote:
Once a little boy went about taking a question to three men. He asked the first man who was walking the pavement with a black briefcase, “Why do you wear your shoes?” The man ROARED in a deep voice, “They’re my work shoes and they keep my feet dry!” To the second man who was at a concession stand, the boy inquired, “Why do you wear your shoes?” The man replied in a snippy and wheezy voice, “They look good and fit me. Now shoo!” The little boy didn’t know who to have the third man be. Then as he walked, he spotted a man in a telephone booth. It looked like he lived there. This was the third man. The boy knocked on the door and the man opened it.
“May I ask you a question?” cautiously said the boy.
“Certainly,” replied the man. “Come on in.”
“Why do you wear your shoes?” solicited the boy.
“Well,” the man said, “I wear these beauties.” He held up the most tattered and ragged pair of shoes there ever was.
“You call those beauties!” exclaimed the boy.
“Yes I do.” The man said in the same tone. It was as if he was waiting for the boys’ reaction.
“So” the man went on “My grandfather wore them before my father and my father wore them before me. When I wear them, I know I am loved. They shine my path even in the darkest times.”
The boy went home that night. He looked at his bed and his teddy bear and realized there is so much to be thankful for right here!
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Florida
Friday, March 13, 2009
SPELLING BEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
This Christmas
Friday, December 19, 2008
A WINTER WONDERLAND
Monday, December 15, 2008
My Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer Song
Saturday, December 13, 2008
A Day in the SNOW
Friday, December 12, 2008
The BUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, December 11, 2008
100% CLUB
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Nothing to Write About?
You get that feeling where you can think of all the things in the world but you can't just make a paragraph or a sentence out of it.
You can think - I just learned algebra today- or - I can't jump over a hurdle in P.E. - or even - I had spaghetti and meatballs for lunch.
But really what's the big deal about spaghetti and meatballs, not being able to jump over hurdles and learning algebra? Cause what do you write about them?
Monday, December 8, 2008
DARN IT!!!
Of course, at the end, my teacher gave me back my shoe and I gave her her "darling" pencil back.