yes, “take me home: the yearbook edition” continues to speak to my soul…
“glorious ruin” by tchividjian – wonderful weekend – or near end of the week read – on the question of suffering in the world – relates well with “multiply” by chan in that both authors have so much more knowledge of the subject than the reader – and yet rather than go on and on for endless pages (which is typical in a book – particularly when the book addresses an “important” theme) both writers are humble enough to keep things brief – to make edits – and that makes the work all the better
“multiply” by chan – he came and spoke at my church recently – it’s less a book than a workbook – and less a workbook than a journal – but it’s also so much more than that – having read two of his previous works, i was surprised that “multiply” was a bit different – i read the book at the right time too because i saw an article with the author in my Christianity Today that i read this week – both books above are definitely accessible for middle school audiences
“angels and idols” by hamm and “survivor” by de-vinner – the hamm book was fascinating – he was a songwriter who had his life turned upside down – for the better – because of adoption – hamm is a writer, a creator, so there were a ton of tie-ins to the class – i think we’ll get to at least one this coming week in blogs
i have a running book waiting on me at the library – so i’m happy
maf
Guess what? On Friday I forgot it was Friday (don’t think about that too hard you know what I mean) and I blogged. (Oh well) SO, today I will go ahead and blog for today AND tommorow then tommorow I will blog for Wed. and Thurs. then on Friday I will remember I did all my blogs so I’m good for no homework for the rest of the week. (AND TO THOSE IN ALEXANDER’S CLASS WE HAVE NO HOMEWORK!!!) SO I am doing this at lunch, so if I don’t get homework in 4th or 5th block and can go home and play on my Mimi’s iPad. (YAY!!!)
The stupid intro about homework is over, AnnMarie (Roo-poo) you can now you can continue with your looks. (The”Anna I’m creeped out, I don’t want to think about homework please read my face and shut up” look. (Haha I;m not creeping you out Roo-poo it’s the homework!!)
BURNED!!! (Jk Roo-poo you know I’m kidding:D)
————————————–HOMEWORK 4 MON.———————-
I am reading ‘The running dream’ and if someone asks me to describe it in one word it would be ‘sad’. This girl named Jessica is a runner (is a good one, too) and she’s on her way to a track meet (she’s on the school running team) when some idiot gets drunk when he’s driving and slams into her team’s bus. When the smoke cleared, one of Jessica’s track buddies (Her name was Lucy) died and Jessica lost a leg. Jessica stayed in the hospital for a long time then finally got well enough to go home. Jessica found that she used her right leg more than she thought, and even walking was a burden now. Her best friend, Fiona, convinced her to go back to school and get over her fear of everybody thinking she is a freak. (She thought since she only had one leg now people would be mean to her and call her a freak)
END OF THE HOMEWORK!!! (NEXT BLOG WILL HAVE TUESDAY. YEP, SCRATCH THAT HOMEWORK PLAN-WE’RE GOIN’ BACK TO ONE PER DAY!!!!!!)
Wow that blog was long:)
Oops!!! Sorry for the extra blogs.
Typos-It;s should be It’s
There was something I had to put but I forgot. (Previous blog was 5 mins)
for your information andrew, i am NOT stalking anna. she just posts weird things to make herself feel good (no offense, anna), like saying i am a stalker.
okie-dokie, now i will be a loud stalker, and SHOUT at you everything about my chapter book. i will follow you, and tell you…..tell you……
you get the point.
well, the book has gotten sorta scary since i last posted a comment. when the adults dissapeared suddenly, there was this one girl riding out to the country with her grandfather. they were on a steep slope, so you could kind of imagine what happened after the grandfather dissapeared.
the truck took off down the hill. of course, the teen girl was terrified. the truck twisted and turned, and when it stopped, her arm was twisted in a different direction, and bone was sticking up out of her arm.
well, that was about ten minutes, so i’ll finish up later…….sorry to end so abruptly!!
TUES. Homework
Once again, reading ‘The running dream’ and i ended last where Jesse (in the book thats short for jessica) lost her leg. After a week of going to school, Jesse is exausted. she is going to get her prostetic (sorry can’t spell that) from Dr.hank which she secretly calls ‘hankenstein’ B/c he deals with fake body parts. haha anyways i just realized i have a book WAY late 4 the library so bye im going to turn that in now.
FINISH IT LATER (this blog)
tada….i’m back!!
now, where was i…..oh yeah, i was talking about GONE by micheal grant. now, i will get back to that. 🙂
a barrier suddenly appeared-well-at about the same time the adults disapeared. it totally blocks the view of seeing far away or getting military help. what i thought was so funny, was that the barrier was SO strong, one of the main character’s freinds had to bring in a backhoe. just to try to dig underneath it since it was practicly indistructable.
well, i still think that micheal wanted to post the message of, “hey, what would happen if the adults all around the globe dissapeared, and you had no way of communicating with anyone (cell phones, email, etc.)?”……to get his readers and fans thinking. so, what do you think would happen (besides reading the book) would happen if the adults–everyone 15 and above–suddenly dissapeared? no sounds, no signal, no giant cloud……you blink, and when you open your eyes back….their gone? that’s basicly what i think grant is trying to get across, besides telling a hair-raising story. and i’m only 8 chapters in!
so, i guess that’ll be all for now. i’ve blogged for about 10 minutes again, and it’s almost time to go to social studies.
i’ll see you there, anna. 🙂
by the way, i hope you didn’t take the other comment seriously….i was just joking. 🙂 freinds?
by the way, how come it’s that you post WAAAAY longer blogs than me? we both are on the computer at the same time! but somehow, you manage (sorry if i didn’t spell that right) to write these monumental blogs. ooops! that was the first bell! well, gotta go!
I’m going to get to the point and give you a boring poem that you must read.
Wallets
Oh wallet, why do you
have to be so empty,
when I spend the money
inside you, and you
let me spend it all.
Oh wallet, why do you
have to be so full,
when I get so much money
from family and friends,
and you don’t tell me
to put it in savings,
or invest.
Oh wallet, why do you
have to be just an object for storing cash,
and credit cards and library cards,
and not a device of advice, and tell
me to do the responsible thing
with my money.
That is why, oh wallet,
that I am now broke,
and sending you
this message,
to warn you,
that you will be empty
for a long time.
P.S. My wallet is currently full, thanks to my birthday, which is on Wednesday, please make me feel important and tell me “Happy Birthday!” on Wednesday! Thanks!
Ok, im actually going to do a blog about a book today but guess what. I started to think about this great poem then i remembered, im blogging about a book today. now rememeber i havent blogged about a book in so long so im a little rusty (haha i sound like anold person) Hey, ya know how you’ll find like a bruse or sratch on you and you dont even knowwhere it from and your like “Well that must have hurt” but you dont even remember what you did. haha wel that just happned to me, i have a giant bruse on my leg and i have NO idea where it from, i probably got attacked by jelly beans or gummy bears when i was sleeping. haha everytime now if im texting someone and when we say good bye to go to sleep ill say “Bye, don’t get eatin by jelly beans or gummy bears”. haha im so weird ok, to the book.
Im reading a book called “The Roar” by Emma Clayton (yep thats the book i lost then found) It starts off kinda in the middle telling you this story and then adds stuff later on making it easyer to understand. Im gonna tell you about it in a way that makes since (middle-school-stupid-people-edition) Ok, theres this girl named Ellie and when she was younger she got mad at her parents and family (long time ago) so she left her house for like a few minutes and she gotkidnapped (NOOOOOOOOOOO) . ya see she lives in a place where the whole place is surrounded by a kind of fence (“YOU SHALL NOT PASS”) so anilam cant get in (everyone is afraid of them) and since the thing is sealed tight when it rains after so long water build up, since that happens they have no way to get the water out so to keep people from drownding (that would be a LITTLE bad now wouldnt it) they built aparments on top on appartment. so pretty much there is a citys untop of citys. the rich who can afford it untop the poor who cant on bottem (duh) and the people who took her took her to space (aghhhhhh)
ok its ok im done (i would have typed more but i got bored) im watching tv and typing and texting and studying for math, who awesome am i!? haha. OMG the girl on tv just kissed a guy and its not her boy friend, its her boyfriend’s best friend. OH NO SHE DIDN’T!!!! haha oh wait no, he tryed to kiss her but then she left “we have to go, we’re gonna be late for class” haha gonna go now. You can go cry in a corner now cause im not texting you while doing this too haha.
hi, yes agian,
creative
imagine
You close your eyes,
take a deep breath.
Imagine, you are in another place.
You are flying, swimming, dancing,
in your own world.
Everything is perfect in this place.
You don’t have to worry about anything.
Just relax,
feel the breeze of being free.
Free to do what you want,
in the world of imagination.
o yea, who is els? just wondrin :O 🙂 😛 (yea you get the point)
AND
___________________________TYPOS_____________________________
none! ha anna,bailey, and marie-ann I AM A GOOD SPELLER!!!! HA! 😉
I am going to do a point of view shift from Eragon to Saphira.
We were in the river, floating along, when Arya told me that I was going to have to stay behind and catch up at night. She told me that I was going to have to do this for two days and every time Eragon leaves my side he gets stuck in jail or in some kind of trouble. I am allowed to travel with them today but after that I have to stay behind. The dwarfs, the elfs, and Eragon have to cross a waterfall and he has to carry a lot of weight on his back. This worried me so I grabbed his pack and went to fly. Arya told me not to, that it was unworthy of me, but i was worried for Eragon’s back. I took off anyways and told the travelers to catch me if they could. That’s all for tonight .
Trent
BOOK: The Red Pyramid
PROMPT: Author’s Purpose
SIDE NOTES: I have, just as I mysteriously disappeared, returned. I had the flu. Wait, let me correct myself, I HAVE the flu, it’s just not contagious anymore, and I’m feeling much better.I shall do two blogs in one today, one is a make-up work blog, the second being a normal blog. Oh, yes, and keep in mind that this comes from my first reading session, just remember that.
The author’s purpose for writing chapters 1-4 is to allow the reader to notice Egyptian connection to the Kane and Faust families and for the reader to understand cost of Dr.Kane’s actions, such as realising Set, The Red Lord, even though by accident.
The author’s purpose for writing chapters 5-9 is to reveal that the Kane and Faust family are families of Egyptian magicians. They are also to show that Carter and Sadie are a lot more powerful than at first sight. They are finally to reveal the Muffin, a cat given to Sadie, is really a goddess in her animal form.
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (year 6)
Author’s Purpose
I believe J.K. Rowling wrote this book to show You-Know-Who (or as Fred and Gorge say, U-No-Poo come on down to Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes) invulnerability and weakness(es) his Horcruxes, you see a horcrux is where a wizard splits his soul and transfers it into an object (like, for all you Harry Potter fans out there, his diary book two, his snake book four, and Salazar Slytherin’s locket book five) with an enchantment. Usually a wizard only splits his soul once because to split you’re soul you have to murder someone, so not many pople want horcruxes just for that matter, Tom Riddle (when he was not the dark lord) was interested and confided and asked professor Slughorn when he was teaching at Hogwarts at one of professor Slughorn dinner parties, where young Riddle afterward asked his dear professor what he knew about horcruxes. Now that I have said that I say that Dumbledore was after this memory a man on a mission, those gaps when Dumbledore wasn’t there or away for long periods of time was searching for horcruxes and that was before he’d even seen the memory from Slughorn.
FRED, YOU POEM SOUNDS LIKE MY LIFE, I AM ALWAYS BROKE AND I SOMTIMES TEND TO WRITE SAD COUNTRY SONGS ABOUT BIENG BROKE, AND SINCE ITS A COUNTRY SONG I HAVE TO ENVOLVE A TRUCK AND LOST LOVE. Ask toby keith, its a country song law. Well, Mr. Maf, thanks for responding to my questions about CBS and eli gold and all that. Well, I am reading chasing lincoln’s killer. I read it once in some grade long ago, but wanted to read it again because its such a good book. I read the prologue and the first page of chapter one. All thats happened so far is that John Wilkes Booth has been in a saloon drinking and he said he should have killed Abe Lincoln at the inoguration. Then the book describes the celebration of the union capturing the confederate capitol of richmond virginia. This all ticked Booth off, probably because he was from the south. Thats about it. PEACE OUT BROS AND BRO-ETS
ANNMARUE POO, DID U NOTICE MY HYPHEN??????????????????
SO EPIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is my blogs for four blogs so this one is going to be really really long soooo. ☺I am using the website Mr.Mayfield uses in the class room. ☺
Song
by H. D.
You are as gold
as the half-ripe grain
that merges to gold again,
as white as the white rain
that beats through
the half-opened flowers
of the great flower tufts
thick on the black limbs
of an Illyrian apple bough.
Can honey distill such fragrance
As your bright hairó
For your face is as fair as rain,
yet as rain that lies clear
on white honey-comb,
lends radiance to the white wax,
so your hair on your brow
casts light for a shadow.
is on a poem from the website Mr.Mayfield uses in the class room.
Rhyme Scheme-
Simile- the athour is comparing the person in the poem to nature the athour is comparing the person’s complexion which they are saying nature is beautyful so he is saying that the person is beautyful.
Simile- You are as gold
as the half-ripe grain
Simile- that merges to gold again,
as white as the white rain
Metaphor-
Simile- Can honey distill such fragrance
As your bright hairó
Hairó in translation means multiple meanings and from diffrent launguagesc.1300, from Old French hairon (12c.), earlier hairo (11c., Modern French héron), from Frankish *haigiro or some other Germanic source, from P.Gmc. *hraigran- (cf. Old High German heigaro “heron,” German Reiher, Dutch reiger, Old Norse hegri), from PIE *qriq-, perhaps imitative of its cry (cf. Old Church Slavonic kriku “cry, scream,” Lithuanian kryksti “to shriek”). Old English cognate hraga did not survive into Middle English-
Adding the time a spent working on trying to find the meaning of this word. ☺ just saying it took more than i expected to.
YES, AnnMarie, I am pretty sure I will see the hobbit. She comes up to me and goes “Here Anna” and hands me a piece of paper with the address and time and all that. “BE THERE!!!” she now says, and sits down and starts reading a book. (oh gosh shes actually reading)
By the way, I noticed that Roo-poo’s “E’s” are really weird looking. Its like one of those weird mideval sword-thingies!!!
YAY!!! I’m such a nerd. 🙂
Haha, and Roo-poo, “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!!!”
(I love those movies!!!)
Guess what?!? I just realized I did my homework yesterday (Yay!!!) so I don’t have to do it. Now this blog is kind of pointless. 🙁
SO, I will now throw in a
“Confusing-and-really-dumb-poem-done-by-Anna”.
(Haha it’s weird using quotations because Roo-poo used to put quotes of people in her blogs) (Like 65 billion of them) “BAZINGA!!!!” quote from sheldon cooper (haha roo-poo) and “quote” famous quote from AnnMarie. (Btw this poem is completely weird and fake)
—————————————–poem i said i would do—————–
I was always told its a crazy world out there
“But why?” I always asked.
“Because” They would reply
“Because” Isn’t an answer
So I went outside
I saw nothing out of the normal
Just trees and grass
And smoke spiraling out of our chimney
I went back inside and said, “It’s not crazy out there.”
I looked at the ground and waited for a response of,
“You don’t talk to me that way”
But there was none.
No responses.
There was nobody home.
I thought I was going insane; my family had just been here.
So I went back outside.
They were not there.
“It is crazy.” I said.
^
JUST POINTING OUT, my poems are strange and make no sense. It would probably make more sense if the kid walked back in and everybody was dead, but that is just way too morbid. (For those who don’t know, that means creepy and gory and stuff like that.) SO, there you have it. A stupid Anna poem. YAY!!!!
Homework————————————————–(For wednesday)–
Im reading ‘The running dream’. (I already told you that yesterday and some other time, too.) I left off where Jessica was just about to get her prosthetic leg. (Haha I probably spelt it right!!! Nevermind-I just put ‘spelt’ didn’t I?!?) So her mom takes he rto Hank’s, or she says Hankenstein’s, and they sit in the waiting room for a long time. The girl who sits at the desk and makes you sign papers before you go to the doctor is named Chloe.
Chloe actually has a prosthetic leg, too, but she walks and runs around all the time and you can’t even tell. (She wears jeans over it and stuff so you can’t tell unless she shows you!!!) Jessica is relieved when she sees this, and isn’t as tense as before.
They finally get into Hank’s office, and she gets tense again.
He does all kinds of crazy measurements. He has her put on all kinds of weird tube-socks and molds of her knee and molds of her other leg. (He measures the leg that is still there, too.)
Then he tells her, “Good job you are improving a lot” and then her and her mom go home.
END.
^
Homework!!!!
Poem took 5 minutes
Blog for Wednesday took 10
Intro took about 5 but I took that off already
10 from yesterday
5+10+10=25minutes for the week
TADA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
haaha
Hey everyone, you did not listen to me in my last blog. You’re supposed to say “Happy Birthday!” to me TOMORROW, or Wednesday to be exact because that’s my actual BIRTHDAY.
Now that we’ve gotten that cleared up, time for the blog.
I’ve been reading Museum of Thieves, and it’s an okay book so far, not the best, not the worst, but not bad enough to stop reading. It’s about this girl named Goldie who lives in the city wallet of Jewel. In Jewel, all the children younger than eleven are protected by the Guardians, who are really mean to the children but persuade the parents that they aren’t. Then, when the children turn twelve, they have a ceremony called Separation Day, which is held by the Fugleman, someone who does something that I do not yet know.
However, the Fugleman doesn’t show up, and when he does, there’s blood all over his face, and screaming about children and Guardians that were blown up.
Due to this, they cancel Separation Day, which makes Goldie angry.
That’s all for today, tune in tomorrow for tomorrow’s blog!
P.S. If you read my poem yesterday then you know it was about a wallet. Other than this wallet or the other one I just put, find the word wallet in my blog above and comment the word wallet in your next blog. Thanks!
Waz up my peeps? So tommorow is the field trip…GO BALLET!!! Jk, don’t know what to expect.
Anyways, I don’t want to drift out onto another subject like Anna tends to do… so I guess this is when I start. Tonight, I will, tell the author’s purpose of the book Through My Eyes by: Tim Tebow.
In the first chapter of this book, Tim explains why he wrote the book. Therefore, I will recount what he said to the best of my memory-which happens to be pretty good.
Tim says that he wrote this book to contrast the many stories-mostly lies-about his life. Like I said, Tim decided to write a book to tell the truth about his life-exactly like it happened.
Now, I am going to write a creative poem for about five minutes.
Stalker
I see you everywhere don’t you know that jack?
You spend lots of money to have me installed.
Wherever you go, except for outside,
I am with you, up above your head.
While you eat and brush your thin hair,
I am watching you, yes, I am right there.
You know who I am just look up really high.
My name is your roof and I can see you too.
P.S. READ WHILE SINGING AWAY IN A MANGER!!! REALLY WORKS!!!
Wow, I got 20 min!!! Man, now I blog long like Anna. Noooooooooo…
hi, and anna bacon, haaha to you too! 😛
Christmas, again? 😮
I opened my presents,
Looked in my stocking,
SO happy, then heard a knocking
on my chamber door.
I opened in to see,
A raven
with a message for me.
He opened his mouth,
and out came a letter.
This letter was supposed to make me feel even better.
I thought it was great,
but I was too late,
I was stuck in a world
of Christmas.
I really like Christmas,
all the joy is great,
I really do like to celebrate.
When Christmas is every day,
I begun to say, “Christmas again?”
So if you see,
A raven named Thea,
I have a simple message for thee,
DO NOT ANSWER!!!!!!!
yea peeps i said raven, i do listen in class. also the part about the chamber door. ALL ME Y’ALL!! 😛
not really 🙁
this is great – and all in honor of Fred’s b’day
http://www.demeterfragrance.com/704213/products/Waffle.html?d_id=58083
go waffles:)
maf
It’s my birthday, oh yeah, it’s my birthday! I have to thank you all, and apparently Mr. Mayfield now thinks I’m ten. Yippee! No, I’m really twelve, and thanks for wishing me a happy birthday. I’m still full from Golden Corral, but it’s okay, it won’t stop me from my blog today.
Okay, one of the Guardians stole Goldie’s necklace, a bird in honor of her bold grandmother. In Jewel, boldness is a disgrace, and everyone hated her. Apparently the Guardian knew who it represented, and she took it. However, Goldie is also bold, and she snuck it back into her pocket.
I hope the Guardian doesn’t find out that Goldie took it back, because if she does, then Goldie will get a Punishment Bracelet, a bracelet that lets everyone know you’re a rule-breaker.
That’s all, and I hope I end up living to be 112, because that’s the next time it’ll be 12/12/12!
scamper on “Santa is coming to town.”
S/Charles is coming to town.
C/i was shocked,because Santa is coming to town
A/(little kids)tell a story about Santa
M/Santa was coming to town
P/make it a story
E/Santa came to town
R/the town is coming to santa
Ok, so
1. today was the play, Andrew fell asleep next to me and got woke up by people clapping. Him and all the other guys freaked out when they realized it was only innermission. (the people getting up were just going to pee). We were talking to these college guys sitting near us and we kept yelling over talking to them and they started starring at us so i yelled over and said: dont stare and talk to random strangers, its not safe!!
2. i ate more than fred, i ate more than fred (we went to the BUFFET at golden coral )
3. Mr. Maf you HAVE to get that waffle colone stuff!!!!!! Go waffles!!!! who ever came up with the idea that waffleshould be a scent was a genius!!!
4. i have to ddo a poem today because since i didnt go to school today i didnt get a read.
5. Happy Birthday Fred and Ethen. Titus’s birthday is the 29th. Sooooooo……… HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAY ALL YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE. HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY……UHHHHHH……I DONT KNOW THE REST YEAH!!!!!!!
Poem:
OH WAIT!!!!!!
i forgot to tell you i have to do my blogs for today AND yesterday cause yesterday i didnt get to do them.
Ok, NOW heres my poem:
Do you ever feel like a plastic bag, difting though the wind, wanting to start again?
Do you ever feel thisle paper thin, like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?
Do you ever feel already buried deep, six feet under screens, but no one seems to hear a thing?
Do you know that theres still a chance for you, cause theres a spark in you, you just gotta ignite……….
OH WAIT!!!!! I FORGOT, KATY PERRY STOLE THIS SONG FROM ME WHEN I WROTE IT. NOW I CANT TAKE CREDIT HAHA!!!!
Ok, heres my new poem, i promise (for yesterday) :
You live every day hopping something won’t go wrong.
You live every day in embarressment wishing that it won’t happen again.
You live every day living the scary life you live.
You live every day feeling like a peice of paper being squished together.
You live every day in a ruin, hating every minute of it.
When your best friend dies you wonder…….
“Why’d I live every day and her life got taken away?”
^
No type-o’s OH YEAH!!!!!
Poem for today:
People go around all day this and that,
they push you down further every day.
One day they’ll push you down too far,
you burst into a million pieces but no one will care.
Enough pressure makes a dimond,
how come your not shining yet.
People say every one has a spark,
wheres yours?
You dont see it.
You’ve been bottled up all this time,
when you strike they better not get in your way.
^
This poem probably doesnt make since, im listening to music in the background of typing (The song Katy Perry stole from me) The song is distacting me!!!!!
Ok, im gonna go cause you dont want to have to deal with my crazyness anymore, i get it:
Im annoying and i know it (in tune of im sexy and i know it)
Im awesome, Bye. oh by the way this is AnnMarue, haha i bet you knew that by now though cause the two crazy girl long bloggers would be me and Anna Bacon and since there was no talk about bacon (I think) I conclude this is AnnMarue not Anna Bacon ( I think )
Maybe Anna Bacon is taking over my body and i just dont know it aghhhhhhhhh
bobby and Spader have met up with a girl named Jinx.Jinx was a pilot who was suppose to fly across the ocean,but they told here she couldn’t. she invited bobby to a party so he can come and learn about saint dane. meanwhile bobby and spader were serving drinks for everybody they saw an assassin about to kill max rose. spader ran after the assassin a bobby went for max rose.bobby slid across the table and knocked over max.Right as he knocked max over the assassin pulled the trigger on the gun and he ran away.i tell you what happens tomorrow
I’m back Jack! Here are my blogs for Monday, Tuesday and today
Monday: Poem
“Age”
The years go by, the one day comes.
It’s all about you, that special day.
It brings you cheer, presents, food.
Ice cream becomes cake and cake becomes ice cream.
This poem is deticated to Fred, Happy B-day!!
Tuesday: Alternate Ending
In the book I WAS reading, The Prophet of Yonwood, Lizzie was the women who left the journal by the rock in the first book (in the series). This was a great connection to the other books, here is my ending.Later in Lizzie’s life she does have children, I want to use them in some way. I think later in the book where she does hide the journal instead of it being her it would be her child.
Today: Poem
“Dog”
Breeds of all kinds.
Wet, muddy faces come out of the sand.
Hair, crawling with fleas.
Sweet faces look up at your hand.
Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday’s blogs today
Tuesday-Eragon and Saphira have arrived at the elf land with no problems on their trip. Nobody knows that they are there except the people traveling with Eragon. When they get deeper and deeper into the land, the more and more houses they see. The houses are more like tree houses but they are made out of the actual tree’s limbs. Eragon and Saphira travel with their companions to where they are supposed to meet the queen. When they get into the room (still made out of the branches), they all bow. Eve Saphira bows, which is different because she has never bowed to anybody or anything.
Wednesday- Roran’s shoulder and arm is still messed up. He got ot of bed and went down to the kitchen. Elain saw him and he told her to come. He then passed everyone else in the household and told them to come too. By the time he had passed half of the city, he had almost 150 people on his tail. Another 75 came out after he got to the center of town. Roran started talking and giving a speech. The speech is about everything that he has gone through. He then turns it around and tells everyone that he is going through the Spine to a port. From the port Roran and anyone following him will get on a ship and sail to Surda. Surda is basically a country like the Varden, except more known. This shocked everyone.
Thursday-Creative- I’m on my way to go get dinner for the rest of my dorm. All of a sudden the stoplight turned red. There was a small car in between my jacked-up four-door truck and the light. Everyone who as ever seen Monster Jam knows that this won’t end well for the small car. Fortunately for the car, I had just enough time to hit my braks, causing a small fender-bender. The car’s trunk popped open and a big glass ball full of a green liquid. The suspicious part was that there was three sticks of TNT attached to a cell phone on the glass ball. This was bad. i couldn’t even imagine what would have happened if the ball had broken or who was driving the car that I just hit. A big biker-man opened the door of the little car. The first thing I noticed was the gun at his hip. The second thing that I noticed when he turned around was his blood-red face. He must be ready to kill me.
Trent
Haaha!!! Waffle cologne!!! Wierd-ness!!! Exclamation points!!! Oh yeah!!!
Roo poo how could I take over your body? That’s creepy demented and wierd.
AND Emily Stoves says I have such long-blogs-and-all but HERS are pretty long too.
WOW!!! BURNED!!! (Jk, Emily:D)
So she is now long-blog-stalker-girl.
Well that doesn’t have the same effect.
SO, I kind of forgot today wasn’t Monday and I was looking around for the new blog post thingy and I realized it wasn`t monday so yeah.
I get the days confused, you peeps (HAHAHAHAHA peeps) should know that by now.
And Roo poo PLEEEEEZ don’t text me a four A. M. in the morning anymore.
I likes to sleep!!! On. The. Weekends. !!!!!!!
———————-Homework for some day i didnt do already————
Hobo meets the stalker
‘I wanna samich’ (1st line hobo then stalker, then hobo, stalker so on)
‘I seeeeeee you’
‘Wheres my samich then’
‘you have problems, dont you’
‘whats your name’
‘why do you want my name’
‘is it emily stoves’
‘no but i am still a stalker’
‘samiches!!!!!’
‘dude, learn to say sandwich right’
‘samich.’
‘you stink.’
‘thanks. i was planning on that waffle cologne but i dont got money.’
‘DUH youre a hobo, man. thats KINDA what you do.’
‘do what?’
‘if you had money you would have a house, yo!!!!’
‘i do have a house’
‘well’
‘well what?’
‘go LIVE IN IT, not the dirt.’
‘i need a samich.’
‘AAAAAAAAARG!!!!’
(the stalker is secretly a pirate)
^
just decided to update you on the hobo-stalker trilogy. this is part 3, otherwise known as breaking hobo. (they stole breaking hobo and turned it to breaking dawn)
PART 1-LORD OF THE HOBOS
PART 2-MEET THE STALKERS
PART 3-BREAKING HOBO
PART 4-THE STALKER GAMES (COMING SOON TO A LOCAL THEATER)
^Just saying but I got nothing in honor of my birthday.
Alright so I would have blogged already this week because I had PLENTY of time for that but our internet has been insane. I don’t know what’s going on with it. I would like get on here and then my computer would freeze up and do some weird stuff.. but whatever.
I was so glad to be back at school today. I missed a ton of people. And it’s no fun when you are stuck at home with nothing to do.
I had no life for like 6 days and I hadn’t seen daylight until this morning it was fantastic.
Tomorrow morning the beginning band is putting on a little Christmas Concert in the bandroom. I am crashing it so that I can get food. Food is amazing.
So I finally finished It’s Kind of a Funny Story. It’s a great book! It was sweet and I enjoyed watching the main character get better. The main character in It’s Kind of a Funny Story reminded me of Charlie from The Perks of Being a Wallflower. They both were outcasts that didn’t have a lot of friends. They both had depression and they both got stronger and made new friends.
I read the book The Secret Garden which is one of those old-ish classics. I don’t know why I wanted to read that one but we have a bookshelf full of classics at our house and that was the one I was in the mood for. I read it in like 4 hours because there was nothing else to do but read.
I have started reading The Host mainly because Merritt told me that I should read it.
Most of Merritt’s book suggestions are pretty good so I hope that this is one of her good ones.
Right now it is kinda slow I HOPE that it is better than Twilight.
It’s a lot like Twilight except with aliens instead of vampires. Aliens are better than vampires anyways.
So…….. I am third baseman now?
-Julie
Mwah ha ha ha ha, this is AnnMarue/Roo Poo lalalalala I’m bored. Ok, so im sitting on the couch and watching tv (bout to turn it off so you cant get mad at me) and texting (bout to stop that too, maybe) we talked alittle about the waffle colone in english today and it has been said, no waffle colone is being bought {it sadeens me dearly 🙁 } So I wonder what all of you are doing today, probably homework huh no one cares about that, so that means I know what you are all doing. Your NOT doing homework, thats right, uh huh, thats right (again) I can read your mind and see you. yep theres a new stalker in house. AND Mr. Maf was talking ABOUT how he was only going to count for a certain amount of journals since we had only been at school for a certain amount of time since you only did all four if your an overachiver. Hehe guess that makes me one. Ok, heres another blog on 12/13/12. Oh guess what i tryed to stay up on 12/12/12 12:12:12 so I was going to stay up for 12:12:12 AM but i fell asleep so i had to be there for 12/12/12 12:12:12 PM.
Ok, heres the poem:
He brain washes you,
kills your mind.
Hes always there,
teaches you profanity,
has like 200 different faces and minds.
He teaches you to do bad things,
but is always there when your bored.
He projects peoples lives,
like a screen in a theater.
The television is a dangerous thing.
^
idk i got bored. plus i was watching tv (I know i said i would stop but i didn’t) Guess I wanted to do a poem from the point of few from parents who say that television “rots your brain”
You: So whats up my homies?
Me: Up is a deightful tale about how a young boy helps an older man disocver his dreams and tie a bunch of balloons to his house and floot away.
You: Ugh, your so literal.
Me: *You’re*
You: Your getting on my nerves.
Me: *You’re*
You: Fine, im gonna kick YOU’RE butt
Me: *Your*
Ok, AnnMarue out! Peace!!!
hey mr. mayfield,
so this week i just started reading FLUSH, again. i think after i read FlUSH i’m going to read THE HOBBIT. the reason i’m going to read it is because it seems like a pretty good book. ok serious time now.
FlUSH, by carl hiaasen is a pretty good book. when i first saw this book i thought that it was going to be about frogs in the sewers like the movie, but it wasn’t. this book is kind of an encouraging book to me because noah, and his dad are determined to catch dusty dumping his sewage into the basin.
it’s a realistic fiction book,and it is kind of wierd. also i can compare this to a show i watch called PSYCH, because in one of the episodes a gang leader runs his gang from in jail. in FLUSH noah’s dad kind of do the same thing. he runs his already made plan from jail with the help of his son.
also i don’t see why noah’s dad is staying in jail. even if he is trying to make a statement or protect his pride, family always comes first. i think it’s kind of ironic that noah said the deputy that watchhs him when he’s with his dad can hear him blink, but he can’t tell that noah’s dad is running his plot of what got him in jail, while he is in jail.
so to sum it all up this book is about a boy and his father who try to prove that a man is dumping sewage water into the basin, at the Keys in Florida.
-Ricky
whoops, please ignore the typo in my latest comment.
-Ricky
This is suposed to make-up two blogs sooooo , ENJOY IT !!!, AND THANKS 2 MR.MAYFIELD 4 GIVING ME EXTRA POINTS 4 USING HIS WEBSITE, AND NO I AM NOT A TEACHERS PET TO SOME OF YOU THAT ARE READING THIS RIGHT NOW THAT DON’T KNOW ME. ☺
Still I Rise
by Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise
Rhyme Schme-
Simile- “You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.”
Comparing her self to dust saying she rises like it.
“Why are you beset with gloom?”
Be
well, you guys ifixin to start this weeks bloge
Recently in Mr. Mayfields class i read Sheakespeare’s Secret by Elise Broach
a really good book about a girl who moves into her new house and she meets her neighbor that tells her that they are living in the murphy diamond house because there is a diamond missing somewhere and everybody thinks its in the house and she goes looking for it and doesnt succeed but a neighbor helps her and takes her to the police station and so far thats as far as i have read i nto the book but i will make a creative writing
Bob was nervous. He wanted to get a new pair of under wear for christmas from his girlfriend wonder merrit but he just didn’t know how to ask so he went home and started to evilly plot so then he got an i dea to message her on facebook and then she broke up with him
That’s All Folks
” Why are you beset with gloom?”
Denotation_Beset- 1.(of a problem or difficulty) Trouble or threaten persistently.Eg: “the social problems that beset the inner city”.
2.Surround and harass; assail on all sides.Eg: “I was beset by clouds of flies”.
Simile-“‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.”
Comparing her self to walking like oil well pumps
Meaning in my opion she dose not walk correctly or she has troublr walking normal.
Apostrahpy and Simile- “Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise”
Comparing her self to the sun and moon with they are certian to have tides just like she is certian to still rise.
Aphostraphy- directly adressing an inanimate object
Simile- “Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?”
Comparing her self to teardrops how they are weakend by soulful cryies and she won’t.
Diction- Word choice
1st person
Syntax_ Word structure_ Rhyme Schme
Protagonus_ Maya Angelou
Antogonus_ The people she is adressing in the poem or person
Simile-” Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.”
Comparing her laughter to if she was becoming rich or was with gold mines in her back yard.
Denotation- arrogance: overbearing pride evidenced by a superior manner toward inferior.
Simile- “You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with you”r hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.”
Comparing her self to air you may bring her down but like air she will always rise up.
Simile- “Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?”
Comparing her self to a good dancer I suppose
Repatition- I rise
” Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.”
She is talking about her heritage and her ancestors and this line sticks out “I am the dream and the hope of the slave.”
I hope this makes up for two blogs ☺
spader and bobby were captured by winn farrow and they were hung on meat hooks.he told them what his plan was for taking out max.he told them he was going to burn them in the flames of the building.they escape the ropes and run for the exit.when they are about to make it they see saint dane.in anger ,spader runs after him and bobby follows .the are running on the catwalk when it breaks and they fall into the fire.i’ll tell you more tomorrow.
Waz Up everyone here is a poem I just came up with.
“Sound”
You hear it throughout the night,
You hear it in the morning,
You hear it in the dark gloomy light,
You hear it while you’re sleeping.
The sound came through your head last night,
It came in while you’re sleeping.
The thump came through the light last night,
It came in while you’re sleeping.
You awoke with a fright!
You awoke last night.
The beat of this poem (per line) is 7,7,9,7,4,4,7,8,7,6,5 it is a song but I can’t describe the beat!
We won! We won! We won! The 6th grade Scholar’s Bowl team beat Thompson 270 to 60! We swept the floor with them. Let’s hope it’s the same way with Oak Mountain and Riverchase!
In Mr. Mayfield’s room, I am reading The View from Saturday. I chose it because the point of view is through 6th grade Scholar’s Bowlers. Noah, one of the team members, has to write a B & B letter (Bread and Butter) and he tries to convince his mother why he shouldn’t. Unfortunately, he loses his case and begins writing his letter with his special calligraphy pen. (FYI that means beautiful writing)
Too bad Caleb and Amanda weren’t there to see our big win!
Buenos Noches!
BOOO- CHHHCHHH- KAKAK- BOOOO-CHHHHHHHHCCCHHHH- CHEWICHEWICHEWI!!!
I am terrible at beat-boxing. At least online. Well, I am horrible at it in real life to.
So, Chasing lincolns killer is pretty easy, but i am reading it for the second time because it is that good of a book. So, WHILE EATING A PHILLY CHEESESTEAK FROM SUBWAYS, I say this.
So, by this point, booth has killed the president ( abe lincoln ) and lewis powell has attemted ( but failed ) to kill the secretary of state. Booth jumped out of the presidents booth and ran away after screaming the confederate motto. Powell had to do a bunch of fighting to get to the secretary of state, even though he stabbed his cheek, completely missing the neck. The guy who was supposed to kill Anrdew Johnson *GASP* got drunk and ended up not killing the V.P. Booth broke his leg jumping from the presidents box but kept on going. Booths partner ( one of many ) actually made it out of washington with booth. Then they stopped by a bar/inn/house to pick up some shooting irons. Then they went to a freind of booths Who was a doctor, to treat his broken leg.
TH-TH-TH-TH-TH-TH-TH-TH-TH-TH-TH-TH-TH-TH- THATS ALL FOLKS
PORKY PIG IS SO COOL
BOOK: The Red Pyramid
PROMPT: SOAPSTONE & Creative
SIDE NOTES: I hit F5, which messed me up. The creative blog is a continuation of last week’s creative blog.
S-1st person. It has two point of views, but not telling the same story over again, they tell different parts, normally switching with the chapter.
O-Carter and Sadie have reached the Rio Grande in El Paso, Texas
A-Mythologically-curious youth in England or America
P-The purpose of this book is to entertain the reader and to help them learn Egyptian mythology at the same time
S-The subject of chapters 10 and 11 are Nut and Geb, resictivilly
T-Dark
O
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Creative:
As I said, this was in 3726, not the year after, so there was no uranium-infused plasma, nor solid plasma. We didn’t have that yet, we had to live in, what do you people call them now,… oh, yes, “gradus,” expect they were called “trenches” for hundreds of years, and we still called them that, they are the same as the are now, expect the inside wasn’t in another dimension, they were rips in time and space, which were, as we now know, extremely dangerous.
If something went wrong with the trench, you could be trapped in a separate universe. That nearly happened to me, I spent three years in the separate universe, or so I thought. When I finally returned, I remembered everything, but when I pictured it, it seemed on fast-forward. You probably know nothing about what fast-forward was, but it’s pretty self-explanatory.
Oh, and “gradus” is meant to be pronounced gr-ad-os or ga-d-os, the “r” can be silent or pronounced.