When Pollyanna's dad dies, orphaning her, the eleven- year-old girl goes to her Aunt Polly's house in Beldingsville, Vermont.
Miss Polly Harrington has never been one for children or other follies. So when her deceased sister's husband dies, she is obliged to take in her niece, Pollyanna. Of course, this is all out of a sense of duty. Miss Polly is all about duty. Even if Pollyanna is the most RIDICULOUS name she has ever heard.
When Nancy, Miss Polly's servant, hears about Pollyanna, she wants to do everything she can to help her mistress's niece be glad about a stuffy attic room and a hostile aunt. To Nancy's surprise she finds that SHE is being helped instead of the other way around.
Pollyanna quickly befriends the rest of the town and finds that they have problems of their own ranging from life long invalidly to old lover's quarrels. The super optimistic girl is glad to teach them how to be glad through her father's "just being glad" game. Helping the entire town through their decided lack of gladness, Pollyanna is gladder than ever having so many friends.
Will Pollyanna be able to lead Beldingsville through her quest for happiness? Even when a tragic accident cripples Pollyanna forever? An endearing book that will warm the hearts of all readers.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
My Top 10 Books in Random Order
- Ranger's Apprentice Series
- Percy Jackson Series
- The Chronicles of Valdimir Tod
- Maximum Ride Series
- The Heroes of Olympus Series
- Gone (not the series, just the individual book)
- Lorien Legacies Series
- Inheritance Series
- Adventurers Wanted Series
- The Hunger Games Series
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
The Most Advanced Civilization: Rome
What is civilization? Well, according to Webster’s New World
Dictionary, it is “intellectual and cultural refinement”. If you ask me, being
an advanced civilization is not only that but passing on their ideas and
advancements on to future generations. Not only does this mean that you are
progressing human civilization in general, it also means your ideas were the
most useful and advanced. So which was the most advanced civilization: Greece,
Rome, or Byzantine? The answer is most obviously Rome. All of my listed reasons
about the Roman’s advancement are passed on to other countries present day,
most especially our country. Plus, if Rome was not so advanced, then how could
they have survived and flourished for 1000 years? If you need any more reason,
first, Rome’s architecture, law, and government were beyond its time. Second,
their language, culture, and almost everything in their everyday lives were
supreme in all others. Third, and most foreseeable, was their military
commandment and accomplishments. In the next paragraphs, I will explain why
Rome is so plainly the most advanced civilization of its time period, even
while compared to Greece and Byzantine.
My
first reason is that of architecture, law, and government. Their 12 Tables and
three-branch method were pure genius. If not, then why are they still around
today? America’s President was equal to the consuls’; the Supreme Court’s job
matches those of the praetors’. For our legislative branch, we even have two
“branches” off of that: the Senate corresponding to their Senate and the House of Representatives parallel to the House
of Plebs. The 12 Tables established that all free citizens had the right to be
treated equally by the legal system. Romans also created what was called the
Law of Nations. It showed that the rule of justice was applied to all peoples
conquered by Rome: a person is seen as innocent until proven guilty, people
accused of crimes could defend themselves before a judge, and finally a judge
had to look at evidence carefully before making a decision. Sound familiar? It
should! It is the same basic rules that we use today. In architecture, many of
our important government official buildings are based off Roman technique:
arches and domes. They also have aqueducts and the famous sewer system: Cloaca
Maxima.
My
second reason is their language, culture, and almost everything in their
everyday lives. Look at our language. Even with my very limited Latin
vocabulary, I can pick up several words that are borrowed from Rome such as
“person” or “sign” or “excel”. They are all derived from Latin roots or
statements. Another example is that the Romans figured out how to make the
ever-failing calendar work by using a solar calendar instead of a lunar
calendar to keep in touch with the seasons. The Romans were also one of the
only ancient civilizations to care about personal hygiene. A proper
civilization should be concerned about their cleanliness so they were less
prone to disease. Could you imagine
not taking a bath or a shower except for maybe twice a year? Well, in ancient
history, only the Romans took baths on a regular basis. This shows sign that
the Romans looked beyond all the more political issues and took notice of the
important details other less developed civilizations missed.
My
third reason was their military control and skill. The Romans conquered more
land and people than anybody else. Even if there were, nobody maintained the
land and restrained the people for more than 1000 years! Roman militia did not
fight like barbarians. Their generals were problem solvers. For instance, at
first the Romans fought like the Greeks. Soon, generals found this method to be
slow and clumsy. So they modified it. Their military was smartly divided into
smaller groups of around 6,000 men called legions who were further divided into
groups of 60-120 men called cohorts. These new smaller groups could easily cut
through enemy lines like darts. They also enforced discipline into their
soldiers. With this Roman cunning and efficiency and Spartan obedience, this
new army was unstoppable for the next 1,000 years.
In
conclusion, now you can see that the Romans can easily bypass the Greeks and
the Byzantines with no problem. Both civilizations have too many flaws. The
Greeks needed to be more united. As Abraham Lincoln once said, “A house divided
cannot stand”. The city-state method was ultimately the Greek’s downfall. The
Byzantines needed to do something memorable. They lasted 1000 years, but were
they as efficient as the Romans? No. Were they first to do so? Nopes. Did they
build any amazing buildings? No. Did they have great military might? No again.
Rome had all of these things and more. Now, if you could not see before, you
know that Rome is the ultimate, most advanced civilization.
Monday, January 09, 2012
Alexa Daley - The Dark Hills Divide by Patric Carman
“Your size is your strength... The only question is whether you’re big
enough inside.”
Alexa Daley is a small, lively 12 year old girl that lives in
the walled city of Lathbury in the Land of Elyon. Alexa is 4’6’’ and always has
her honey-blond hair in a braid. However, every summer she visits the, also
walled, city of Bridewell where her father is mayor. The road on which she
traveled is also within large, 10 foot high walls.
All her life, Alexa is within these immense walls which protect her and the cities from the so-called unnamed evil in The Dark Hills which lie outside the wall. Every year she yearns to explore what lies beyond the walls. But every time she tries to search, the mean, nasty captain of the guards, Pervis Kotcher stops her in her tracks before she can even begin.
What is the unspoken of monster outside? Nobody knows. Well, nobody except for maybe the traveler and founder of Bridewell and the walls, whom of which also happen to be one of Alexa’s favorite people, Warvold. Just before Alexa can muster up the courage to ask him, Alexa finds Warvold dead right beside the wall.
Then when she is at one of her favorite places in the world, the library, she finds something that could transform her dull summer into one filled with dangerous journeys that tell the truth about Bridewell’s past, present, and possible future. While she unravels the truth about what lies outside, she unearths some unexpected dangers, makes some new friends, and maybe even finds a spy! Alexa’s daring sense of adventure leads her to a quest that could save or destroy Bridewell. Join our heroine Alexa in this mystery concerning her homeland’s rescue or obliteration.
All her life, Alexa is within these immense walls which protect her and the cities from the so-called unnamed evil in The Dark Hills which lie outside the wall. Every year she yearns to explore what lies beyond the walls. But every time she tries to search, the mean, nasty captain of the guards, Pervis Kotcher stops her in her tracks before she can even begin.
What is the unspoken of monster outside? Nobody knows. Well, nobody except for maybe the traveler and founder of Bridewell and the walls, whom of which also happen to be one of Alexa’s favorite people, Warvold. Just before Alexa can muster up the courage to ask him, Alexa finds Warvold dead right beside the wall.
Then when she is at one of her favorite places in the world, the library, she finds something that could transform her dull summer into one filled with dangerous journeys that tell the truth about Bridewell’s past, present, and possible future. While she unravels the truth about what lies outside, she unearths some unexpected dangers, makes some new friends, and maybe even finds a spy! Alexa’s daring sense of adventure leads her to a quest that could save or destroy Bridewell. Join our heroine Alexa in this mystery concerning her homeland’s rescue or obliteration.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Plato’s Cave Allegory: My interpretation
One application could be when people thought the sun went
around the earth instead of the other way around, like we know today. The
“cave” would be the people that believe that they are better than others, and
the general population would be the “prisoners”. The idea that everything in
the solar system goes around the earth are the “shadows and voices”, and people
wanting to believe that they are
better than others are the “shackles”.
The escapee is Galileo Galilei and he finds that the sun doesn’t go around the earth,
that in fact it is the other way around! (This, by the way, is called
“heliocentrism”). Galileo tries to spread his discoveries (he is now rescuing
the prisoners) of how the earth moves around a stationary sun, instead of the
other way around. However, the “prisoners” don’t believe Galileo when he tells
them of this crazy idea of the earth going
around the sun, instead of the other
way around?
Eventually,
the “prisoners” escape because they finally come out of denial and see the
logic in the “real world”. Galileo keeps trying to convince the “prisoners” but
they keep refusing to believe him until he dies. However, even then, it takes
them a really long time to realize
that Galileo was right, and the “real world” actually exists.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Heros
To me, a hero is a person who performs the tasks they are
required to do and beyond. A hero is a person who tries their hardest at what
they are doing and does it because they want to help people. A hero is the
person who does something for the benefit of others, not thinking about what
will happen to themselves, only to the people around them. A hero is a person
who gives hope in times where there is none. A hero is a person people turn to
in times of need. This is a person who is a hero in my eyes.
A great
example of this would be Mary Donnelly. I heard about her a few weeks ago on a
news show called Sunday Morning, and I think she is the greatest example of a
hero. She is 83 and lives on Block Island, off the coast of Rhode Island. Mary
Donnelly is a nurse. What makes her a hero is that she goes directly to
peoples’ houses to treat them. In the story they were doing, she picked up a
stranded mother with an 8 day old baby to get them to the baby’s check-up. That
is doing her job beyond the limits, helping people because she wants to. You
can tell she does this for the good of people and not for herself because of
the fact that she has been doing this for half a century. Not only does she
care to the physical ailments of the residents on Block Island, but their
financial ones too. She is the person people go to when they are in the hole.
She pays peoples bills, from college tuition to oil bills. Mary Donnelly is a
true hero.
Friday, November 04, 2011
The Nile: How it Shaped Ancient Egypt
What would you do if you were thirsty? You would take a
drink from your water bottle, right? However, what if you lived in Ancient
Egypt? They didn’t have water bottles and couldn’t just turn on the tap.
Ancient Egyptians did not have the technology we have today to perform simple
tasks we consider easy, such as transporting heavy blocks for building. They
couldn’t just turn a key to start a truck to transport a 2 ton block hundreds
of miles. So, you may be wondering, what
did they do? Push the block? Tie a
rope to it and pull the block? Of course not! They floated them down the Nile
River in boats, but before we get any deeper, you need to know some background.
Ancient Egypt started in 2920 BCE, when the first pharaohs united Upper and
Lower Egypt into the powerful kingdom of Egypt, and ended in 30 BCE, when the
Romans conquered the kingdom. Running right through Egypt was, and still does,
the mighty Nile River in all of its 4,184 miles of glory, influencing the kingdom
of Egypt in every way imaginable. Egypt’s cities were all along the Nile.
Egyptians had three seasons, Akhet (flood season), Peret (planting and growing
season), and Shemu (harvest season), all based on the flooding patterns of the
Nile. To the north of Egypt, there was the Mediterranean Sea. To the east of
Egypt was the Eastern Desert. To the west of Egypt was the Western Desert. The
Egyptians were pretty closed off, so how did they survive? The Nile, of course!
The Nile was an oasis in the desert for the people of Egypt. Now that you know
the basics, let’s take the time to answer our real question. There is no doubt
the Nile shaped Ancient Egypt, but in what ways? The next paragraphs will talk
about how the Nile impacted worship, workforce, and trade and transportation.
Let’s begin!
One of
the things the Nile shaped in Ancient Egypt was how they worshipped. This was
shown in the song “Hymn to the Nile” where it states, “Hail to you, oh Nile…who
produces barley and makes wheat grow… if he is sluggish, noses suffocate,
everyone is impoverished… If he rises, the land is in exultation, and everyone
is in joy.” which, to my understanding, means the Nile lets food grow, and if
it wasn’t there, people would die and everyone who did not would be extremely
poor, and if it flooded just right,
everyone would be happy and the land rich(Doc E). This shows how much they
worshipped the Nile because, if the Nile flooded just a little too much, or just a little
too little, their lives would be thrown in poverty. That’s a good reason to
worship, right? This was also shown in their calendar where it says, “Akhet
(flood season) June-Mid October: Fields in the Nile floodplain covered in water
and fertilized by a new batch of silt.”, which said that the fields were
flooded, so farmers didn’t have much to do(Doc B). No work=more time to
worship, right? Again, the Nile’s flooding pattern affects people’s worship.
Yet another example lies in a tomb painting from the tomb of a tradesman named
Sennedjem (Doc D). The added note states “The afterlife of Ancient Egypt was a
paradise called the Field of Reeds, shown in this tomb painting.”, so the
people of Ancient Egypt worship gods so they could get into the Field of Reeds.
The painting shows several boats, plants, and irrigation canals, all of which
needs the Nile to work, or live. In addition, the borders show the Nile filling
the irrigation canals. Even the things they worship to “live” in, so to speak,
after death, they cannot escape the Nile.
Another
one of the things the Nile shaped in Ancient Egypt was their workforce. This
was shown in the illustration by Oliver Frey showing boats in the Nile (Doc C).
This picture alone shows at least 5 occupations that rely pretty heavily on the
Nile, such as farmer, rower, boat builders, cloth makers, and rope makers. This
was also shown in the calendar, which has each of the 3 flood-based seasons
(Doc B). Notice that each one determines what farmers will do during that time.
Remember, farmers made up 95% of the population of Ancient Egypt. Once again,
the Nile manages to shape 95% of the population of Ancient Egypt.
The 3rd
thing that the Nile shaped in Ancient Egypt was transportation and trade. Do
you know how Egyptians got stones from hundreds of miles away from Giza to Giza to build the Great Pyramids? Do
you know how Hatshepsut’s first trading phenomenon to Punt was accomplished?
(Journey Across Time). By the Nile, of course! This was shown in the map of
Ancient Egypt (Doc A). As you can see, the Nile Delta flows into the
Mediterranean Sea, a perfect trading route to foreign countries. Another
example is the illustration by Oliver Frey showing boats transporting goods to
other locations (Doc C). One boat is carrying an obelisk, another a casket.
They are carrying things in days what it might take weeks or months to carry on
foot. Remember, these obelisks could weigh up to 2 or more tons!
Nothing
in Ancient Egypt could avoid the Nile, not even their imagination, work, or
even death. The Nile shaped just about everything in Ancient Egypt, and I think
the most important were worship, trade and transportation, and workforce.
However, other river civilizations did not work the same way with the same
strong bond. For example, the Tigris and Euphrates of Mesopotamia’s floods were
unpredictable and sometimes did more damage than good and did not affect
Mesopotamia’s religion in the same way. The Nile also provided more natural
defenses, such as the cataracts and waterfalls protecting Egypt from foreign
attacks and eventually led to Egypt’s rise. The Nile is quite literally the
“backbone” of Egypt, both geographically and politically.
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Sunday, October 16, 2011
Hammurabi’s Code: Was it just?
Imagine
this: you are walking around in an outdoor market when you feel someone take
your wallet. You turn around and you see a person. You accuse them of stealing
your wallet and it gets taken to trial, when right in the middle a person comes
in and confesses to the crime. Suddenly, the current trial ends and a new trial
begins: against you. The judge decides to cut your hands off for falsely
accusing someone while the thief gets away scot-free (Journey Across Time). I
bet you’re thinking that it would be totally unfair to get your hands cut off
while a thief gets away with stealing your wallet, just because you thought
someone else stole it, then you are completely correct. However, if you lived
during Hammurabi’s rule, then this situation might have actually happened.
Hammurabi was an ancient king who ruled a small city-state in Mesopotamia,
called Babylonia. Hammurabi ruled for 42 years from 1792 BCE (Before Current
Era)-1834 BCE. Around Hammurabi’s 38th year of rule, he created a
law code which he carved on a large stone column called a stele. Now you know a little background, we can start answering our
main question: Was Hammurabi’s Code just? I don’t think so and here are three
reasons why.
Hammurabi’s Code was unfair to the victim. This is shown in
Laws 48, 209, and 213. For instance, in Law 48 it says that “If a man has
borrowed money to plant his fields and storm has flooded his field or carried
away the crop,…in that year he does not have to pay his creditor.”(Doc D). In
Law 48 it is unfair to the creditor because he got cheated because he never got
his money back. How would you liked to have loaned someone your good money and
have never gotten it back? Or in Law 209 and 213 when if a man hits a free girl
and causes her to lose her child, he has to pay her 10 shekels of silver,
whereas if you were a slave you would only get 2 shekels of silver!(Doc E). If
you were that slave girl would you be satisfied? I wouldn’t! A child is a child
all the same, no matter which working class.
Hammurabi’s Code was also unfair to the accused. This is
shown in Laws 218, 129, and 195. For instance, in Law 218 it says, “If a
surgeon has operated with a bronze lancet on a free man for a serious injury,
and has caused death, ...his hands shall be cut off.”(Doc E). Law 218 is unfair
because if you were the surgeon, you were just trying to help, right? And
sometimes things just don’t work out, and then you get your hands cut off? Just
for helping!? Or in Law 129 how it states that if a married lady is caught in
adultery, then both man and woman will be tied up and thrown in the water. (Doc
C) Law 195 is unfair because the punishment for striking your father is cutting
your hands off!(Doc C) What if your father was being really mean and hits you because he was angry at someone
else? Sometimes you have to defend yourself!
Hammurabi’s Code was unfair to society. This is shown in Law
23. For instance, Law 23 declares, “If the robber is not caught, the man who
has been robbed shall formally declare whatever he has lost before a god, and
the city and the mayor in whose territory or district the robbery has been
committed shall replace for them
whatever he has lost.”(Doc D). This is unfair to society because they didn’t commit the crime. Why should
they pay for it?
Even with these many examples, I agree some laws in
Hammurabi’s Code, like Law 53, 54 which states that if a man has opened his
irrigation trench and his neighbor’s field has flooded because of it, then the
man who opened the trench must pay back the neighbor in crops(Doc E), are just
and fair, overall Hammurabi’s Code of Laws are unjust because they had violent
punishments for nonviolent crimes, and treated people differently because of
their working class.
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Saturday, August 27, 2011
Book Review: The Mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Stewart
The Mysterious Benedict Society is a mysterious, fast-paced book
with several emotional moments for the readers and characters alike. The story begins when a peculiar newspaper ad
shows up in Stonetown reading, “Are you a gifted child looking for special
opportunities?” dozens of children show up for a series of mind-bending,
complex assessments, but when they’re all finished only four extremely special
children will succeed. When Reynie, Kate, Sticky, and Constance finally get
some answers, they find the man and his mission behind all of the puzzling
tests: Mr. Benedict.
Their real mission is to stop the evil Mr. Curtain from corrupting every mind on the planet by going undercover in his school, L.I.V.E. or the Learning Institute for the Very Enlighted. As the genius antagonist, Mr. Curtain cleverly disguised his evil plans through his school L.I.V.E. As his mysterious plans unfold, the team discovers all the terrible secrets in Mr. Curtain’s plan, layer by layer, each one more sinister than the last. “For L.I.V.E. spelled backward, is EVIL.”, as Reynie realizes. While attending L.I.V.E., The Mysterious Benedict Society learn that friendship is more than just developing a friendly demeanor with each other but depending on one another and treating them like family, giving their lives for each other. Throughout their journey they find surprises everywhere they turn, in each other and in their new school.
The Mysterious Benedict Society is truly an incredible book and I think it is very deep and meaningful in such a way that it glues your eyes to the pages. At times, the book made me want to cry. At others, it made me want to shout. The author expressed the character’s emotions so well, you could almost feel it vibrating through the pages of the book into the deepest recesses of your mind.
The Mysterious Benedict Society has won one award: The Noticeable Children’s award in 2008. Trenton Lee Stewart also wrote The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Perilous Journey and The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Prisoner's Dilemma.
I think that the recommended reading age should be 8-14 years of age because it is a very deep book that you probably would not understand if you were in second grade and it might be too easy if you were in high school. The Mysterious Benedict Society is a great book. Read it today!
Their real mission is to stop the evil Mr. Curtain from corrupting every mind on the planet by going undercover in his school, L.I.V.E. or the Learning Institute for the Very Enlighted. As the genius antagonist, Mr. Curtain cleverly disguised his evil plans through his school L.I.V.E. As his mysterious plans unfold, the team discovers all the terrible secrets in Mr. Curtain’s plan, layer by layer, each one more sinister than the last. “For L.I.V.E. spelled backward, is EVIL.”, as Reynie realizes. While attending L.I.V.E., The Mysterious Benedict Society learn that friendship is more than just developing a friendly demeanor with each other but depending on one another and treating them like family, giving their lives for each other. Throughout their journey they find surprises everywhere they turn, in each other and in their new school.
The Mysterious Benedict Society is truly an incredible book and I think it is very deep and meaningful in such a way that it glues your eyes to the pages. At times, the book made me want to cry. At others, it made me want to shout. The author expressed the character’s emotions so well, you could almost feel it vibrating through the pages of the book into the deepest recesses of your mind.
The Mysterious Benedict Society has won one award: The Noticeable Children’s award in 2008. Trenton Lee Stewart also wrote The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Perilous Journey and The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Prisoner's Dilemma.
I think that the recommended reading age should be 8-14 years of age because it is a very deep book that you probably would not understand if you were in second grade and it might be too easy if you were in high school. The Mysterious Benedict Society is a great book. Read it today!
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Tuesday, June 28, 2011
My Top 10 Books in Random Order
- The Girl Who Could Fly
- The Cabinet of Wonders
- The Red Pyramid
- The Series of Unfortunate Events
- The City of Amber
- The Mysterious Case of Albright Academy
- The Mysterious Benedict Society Series
- Call Me Hope
- Eleven Birthdays - Wendy Mass
- Drums, Girls, and Dangerous Pie
Monday, March 07, 2011
Angry Cheyenne
Cheyenne. Say that name to anybody in Manifest, Kansas and they would imagine a image of perfect heaven: curly long brown hair, freckles and bright blue eyes and the best humanatarian in town. Only one problem: anger.
Cheyenne was on her daily routine after school: run through homework, help out at the nursery home, and tutor at school. She was a very organized young girl and disliked anything out of the order. In fact, she bottled her anger every day and did pretty well at school. Anything not on her perfect schedule shouldn't be happening.
How did she get over this predicament? One day she was called to the counsler of gifted education, Mrs. Brock. She assumed it was about her "problem". When she got there she sighed and repeated everything every counsler told her.
"Okay Mrs. Brock, whatever. I said it. Can I go now? This is interfering with my schedule."
"No my dear," Mrs. Brock said. "Today we're just having fun." Cheyenne started to yell in protest, but Mrs. Brock soothed her in her calm ways and gave her a quiz.
Cheyenne loved quizzes, and Mrs. Brock knew that. It softened up her mood. Then they played games: Hide-and-go-seek, Mystery Box, and board games.
One day Mrs. Brock turned her life upside down. That day during math class she was called to the counsler. Mrs. Brock said she was excused from school today and she may not do anything other than have fun.
Mrs. Brock had a plan. Cheyenne knew it, but she went along with it anyway. Mrs. Brock had one strength in her plan. Cheyenne knew she had a plan but she didn't know exactly what it was.
Cheyenne rode home on her bike. She wandered around the house looking for something to do. She finally gave into the cookies on the counter and grabbed a soda. She sat on the couch. Tried to do something. Wandered around town. Finally she went back to school.
Cheyenne complained to Mrs. Brock. "All day, I wandered around town, doing nothing!"
Mrs. Brock only replied, "Just think about it Chey. Just think about it."
The next day, Cheyenne's friend, Madeline, said, "did you see that CD that came out yesterday? It was all over town!"
The it hit her. Anger was why she didn't have fun. Mrs. Brock was trying to tell her that.
After school, she came bursting out of the school and hurridly biked to the counsler's office. "I got it. I got it!" Cheyenne bursted with anticipation. "It's anger isn't it? Right?"
"You got it!" Mrs. Brock exclaimed.
Now Cheyenne accepts that there are better things to do than being angry.
Cheyenne was on her daily routine after school: run through homework, help out at the nursery home, and tutor at school. She was a very organized young girl and disliked anything out of the order. In fact, she bottled her anger every day and did pretty well at school. Anything not on her perfect schedule shouldn't be happening.
How did she get over this predicament? One day she was called to the counsler of gifted education, Mrs. Brock. She assumed it was about her "problem". When she got there she sighed and repeated everything every counsler told her.
"Okay Mrs. Brock, whatever. I said it. Can I go now? This is interfering with my schedule."
"No my dear," Mrs. Brock said. "Today we're just having fun." Cheyenne started to yell in protest, but Mrs. Brock soothed her in her calm ways and gave her a quiz.
Cheyenne loved quizzes, and Mrs. Brock knew that. It softened up her mood. Then they played games: Hide-and-go-seek, Mystery Box, and board games.
One day Mrs. Brock turned her life upside down. That day during math class she was called to the counsler. Mrs. Brock said she was excused from school today and she may not do anything other than have fun.
Mrs. Brock had a plan. Cheyenne knew it, but she went along with it anyway. Mrs. Brock had one strength in her plan. Cheyenne knew she had a plan but she didn't know exactly what it was.
Cheyenne rode home on her bike. She wandered around the house looking for something to do. She finally gave into the cookies on the counter and grabbed a soda. She sat on the couch. Tried to do something. Wandered around town. Finally she went back to school.
Cheyenne complained to Mrs. Brock. "All day, I wandered around town, doing nothing!"
Mrs. Brock only replied, "Just think about it Chey. Just think about it."
The next day, Cheyenne's friend, Madeline, said, "did you see that CD that came out yesterday? It was all over town!"
The it hit her. Anger was why she didn't have fun. Mrs. Brock was trying to tell her that.
After school, she came bursting out of the school and hurridly biked to the counsler's office. "I got it. I got it!" Cheyenne bursted with anticipation. "It's anger isn't it? Right?"
"You got it!" Mrs. Brock exclaimed.
Now Cheyenne accepts that there are better things to do than being angry.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Harry S Truman
Harry S Truman was the 33rd president of the U.S. He was the only Missouri-born president.
Harry S Truman was born in Lamar, MO on May 8, 1884 to John and Martha Truman. His parents owned a farm in Independence, Missouri and his parents also owned one in Grandview.
Harry was a whiz in history in high school, and then went on to Kansas City Law School.
As a young adult, Harry became the Jackson County Judge with the help of a famous politician. Truman was also a member of the National Guard and fought in France in 1918-1919. Truman became a U.S. Senator in 1934. He founded the Truman Committee during World War II to prevent Congress frivolous spending. He was also Franklin D. Roosevelt's Vice President for his fourth term.
Truman served 2 terms after being elected and reelected by the Democratic Party in 1945 and 1949. During his 2nd term his Vice President was Alben Barkley. During both terms he ran against Republican, Dewey. During his reelection, Truman proved everyone's predictions wrong by triumphing over Dewey with almost 200 electoral votes.
On the other side of the world, World War II was taking place. Truman ended the war by hurling 2 atomic bombs at Japan. Meanwhile, in the U.S., millions of workers were on strike. Another war was waging in Korea where the U.S. fought for South Korea.
President Truman passed the Marshall Plan shortly after World War II to aid western European countries. He also passed the Presidential Successional Act which restricted Presidents to only 2 terms.
Harry was pretty well-known and well-liked President because he was an honest politician.
Harry S Truman was born in Lamar, MO on May 8, 1884 to John and Martha Truman. His parents owned a farm in Independence, Missouri and his parents also owned one in Grandview.
Harry was a whiz in history in high school, and then went on to Kansas City Law School.
As a young adult, Harry became the Jackson County Judge with the help of a famous politician. Truman was also a member of the National Guard and fought in France in 1918-1919. Truman became a U.S. Senator in 1934. He founded the Truman Committee during World War II to prevent Congress frivolous spending. He was also Franklin D. Roosevelt's Vice President for his fourth term.
Truman served 2 terms after being elected and reelected by the Democratic Party in 1945 and 1949. During his 2nd term his Vice President was Alben Barkley. During both terms he ran against Republican, Dewey. During his reelection, Truman proved everyone's predictions wrong by triumphing over Dewey with almost 200 electoral votes.
On the other side of the world, World War II was taking place. Truman ended the war by hurling 2 atomic bombs at Japan. Meanwhile, in the U.S., millions of workers were on strike. Another war was waging in Korea where the U.S. fought for South Korea.
President Truman passed the Marshall Plan shortly after World War II to aid western European countries. He also passed the Presidential Successional Act which restricted Presidents to only 2 terms.
Harry was pretty well-known and well-liked President because he was an honest politician.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Lidia's Journel
"I'll get you when I get out of prison," he hissed, with an almost evil grin on his face. Lidia shrieked as loud as a foghorn. That's how Lidia Spark woke up almost every day for 3 months. "The nightmare," she whispered, then fainted.
Lidia was sent here 3 months ago in August, 1754, St. Solicitous, Rhode Island, all covered in bruises and scratches. She even had a black eye and whip marks on her back. Lidia had a wonderful family back then: a beautiful mom, an intelligent dad with their only child, blond haired and startling bright, ocean blue eyes. But that was then. After her mother died nothing seemed right anymore. Lidia literally lived off her closet after then, most of her personal belongings missing too. Her dad beat her up everyday so he was arrested for child abuse, which was why she was in an orphanage and more importantly was why she was terrorized at the sight of an adult.
The first time cook came in with supper, cook started introducing herself to Lidia as the cook of St Solicitous orphanage.
Lidia let out a blood-curdling scream and masked herself from cook by diving in the closet and locked herself in. It even took 3 hours for her best friend, Oliver, to coax her out of it. By now everybody knew not to let Lidia catch sight of a grown-up of the punishment was an ear-splitting shriek. There is one more thing I need to tell you. Lidia has a journel she writes madly in. She has recorded every single hour of her life ever since she could write.
That afternoon she wrote about pea-soup with bolonga, nothing exciting, but she wrote it down nevertheless. She (left) her journel on her desk.
The next thing she knew Oliver was shaking her and loud bell was ringing. Then Oliver choked. "Liddy! There's a fire in the house! Let's get out of here!"
"Be right there," Lidia mumbled, still drowsy. Then Oliver's words sank in and she stumbled out of bet, swiped a pen and her journel and got out of there.
The day after the fire, Lidia's entry read "November, 1754 I am worried about my dad. Now that I have nowhere to go, my dad is sure to hunt me down, as his sentence to jail ends in."
That's all what was there. The rest was too wet to read. That day at midday, Oliver mysteriously vanished. Day by day, Lidia got better at not screaming at the sight of an adult, but occasionally one would slip out.
One day she had enough courage, and pennies, to go to the train station where she had to buy a ticket to some place where her dad wouldn't find her so easily. When she got there, she slipped and fell over the edge, when soneone, something caught her. Was Oliver back to save her? She looked back, screamed, and tried to writhe free of the iron-hard grip on her wrist when the woman said "Hi, my name's Marge nice to know your acquaintance!"
"Um, hi?" croaked Lidia.
"What 'chya doin' out here? I've seen you out on the streets writing in that journel of yours." Marge shouted. Lidia blushed "Thank you miss," Lidia said politely. "No miss," Margie said. "Why are you out by yourself." Lidia told her the story. When it was over she said, "Hon, I am gonna take you to the adoption center right now." Lidia was stunned.
"You mean," Lidia stammered.
"Yes, that's what I mean," Margie said to her.
Five months later
Lidia lived a happy life and so did Margie.
Lidia was sent here 3 months ago in August, 1754, St. Solicitous, Rhode Island, all covered in bruises and scratches. She even had a black eye and whip marks on her back. Lidia had a wonderful family back then: a beautiful mom, an intelligent dad with their only child, blond haired and startling bright, ocean blue eyes. But that was then. After her mother died nothing seemed right anymore. Lidia literally lived off her closet after then, most of her personal belongings missing too. Her dad beat her up everyday so he was arrested for child abuse, which was why she was in an orphanage and more importantly was why she was terrorized at the sight of an adult.
The first time cook came in with supper, cook started introducing herself to Lidia as the cook of St Solicitous orphanage.
Lidia let out a blood-curdling scream and masked herself from cook by diving in the closet and locked herself in. It even took 3 hours for her best friend, Oliver, to coax her out of it. By now everybody knew not to let Lidia catch sight of a grown-up of the punishment was an ear-splitting shriek. There is one more thing I need to tell you. Lidia has a journel she writes madly in. She has recorded every single hour of her life ever since she could write.
That afternoon she wrote about pea-soup with bolonga, nothing exciting, but she wrote it down nevertheless. She (left) her journel on her desk.
The next thing she knew Oliver was shaking her and loud bell was ringing. Then Oliver choked. "Liddy! There's a fire in the house! Let's get out of here!"
"Be right there," Lidia mumbled, still drowsy. Then Oliver's words sank in and she stumbled out of bet, swiped a pen and her journel and got out of there.
The day after the fire, Lidia's entry read "November, 1754 I am worried about my dad. Now that I have nowhere to go, my dad is sure to hunt me down, as his sentence to jail ends in."
That's all what was there. The rest was too wet to read. That day at midday, Oliver mysteriously vanished. Day by day, Lidia got better at not screaming at the sight of an adult, but occasionally one would slip out.
One day she had enough courage, and pennies, to go to the train station where she had to buy a ticket to some place where her dad wouldn't find her so easily. When she got there, she slipped and fell over the edge, when soneone, something caught her. Was Oliver back to save her? She looked back, screamed, and tried to writhe free of the iron-hard grip on her wrist when the woman said "Hi, my name's Marge nice to know your acquaintance!"
"Um, hi?" croaked Lidia.
"What 'chya doin' out here? I've seen you out on the streets writing in that journel of yours." Marge shouted. Lidia blushed "Thank you miss," Lidia said politely. "No miss," Margie said. "Why are you out by yourself." Lidia told her the story. When it was over she said, "Hon, I am gonna take you to the adoption center right now." Lidia was stunned.
"You mean," Lidia stammered.
"Yes, that's what I mean," Margie said to her.
Five months later
Lidia lived a happy life and so did Margie.
Monday, December 06, 2010
A Christmas Tradition
"Deck the halls with boughs of holly," the radio sings.
"Vroom, Vroom!" Ethan growls, playing with his toy car. That's the average Christmas morning in the Lai household.
"It's time to eat kids," Mom sings from the kitchen. "What do you want?"
"You know!" we chorused. For Christmas, we always have hashbrowns and eggs. We stay in our pj's all day until dinner time where we dress up and and listen to Christmas music over savory prime ribs and for dessert we have wonderful ... (recipie)
"Vroom, Vroom!" Ethan growls, playing with his toy car. That's the average Christmas morning in the Lai household.
"It's time to eat kids," Mom sings from the kitchen. "What do you want?"
"You know!" we chorused. For Christmas, we always have hashbrowns and eggs. We stay in our pj's all day until dinner time where we dress up and and listen to Christmas music over savory prime ribs and for dessert we have wonderful ... (recipie)
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
Hurricanes - for Adults (Audience Pieces)
A hurricane is actually a very large drizzle and a monsterous blast of air that kicks off over the ocean. A hurricane is actually several rain storms bunched together and whirling around.
The ocean makes a hurricane more powerful because it provides it with moisture. The windy storm is considered a hurricane when it is a whopping 74 miles per hour. A hurricane is known as a cyclone when it forms in the Indian Ocean. A hurricane is announced as a typhoon in the western Pacific Ocean.
Hurricanes consume almost everything in its path. A hurricane watch means there is a chance a hurricane will come through your area within 36 hours. You must be observant and gather these things: food and water for 2 weeks, a flash light and batteries, several changes of clothes and blankets, portable radio, and first aid kit.
The ocean makes a hurricane more powerful because it provides it with moisture. The windy storm is considered a hurricane when it is a whopping 74 miles per hour. A hurricane is known as a cyclone when it forms in the Indian Ocean. A hurricane is announced as a typhoon in the western Pacific Ocean.
Hurricanes consume almost everything in its path. A hurricane watch means there is a chance a hurricane will come through your area within 36 hours. You must be observant and gather these things: food and water for 2 weeks, a flash light and batteries, several changes of clothes and blankets, portable radio, and first aid kit.
Monday, November 08, 2010
Hurricanes - for Kindergarten (Audience Pieces)
A hurricane is a lot of rain and big winds that starts over the ocean. A hurricane is actually lots of rain storms spinning around and around together like a merry-go-around.
The ocean makes a hurricane bigger because it is wet. A spinning storm is called a hurricane when it is 74 miles per hour. A hurricane is called a cyclone in Austrailia and it is called a typhoon in Japan and China.
A hurricane destroys most things in its path. A hurricane watch means there could be a hurricane in a day and a half. You need to be ready and get food and water for 14 days, flashlight and batteries, clothes and blankets, radio, and a first aid kit.
The ocean makes a hurricane bigger because it is wet. A spinning storm is called a hurricane when it is 74 miles per hour. A hurricane is called a cyclone in Austrailia and it is called a typhoon in Japan and China.
A hurricane destroys most things in its path. A hurricane watch means there could be a hurricane in a day and a half. You need to be ready and get food and water for 14 days, flashlight and batteries, clothes and blankets, radio, and a first aid kit.
New England Colony
This is an essay about the religion, clothing, town setup, economy, and education in the New England Colony.
A lot of the population in New England Colony were Puritans, Christians who wanted to make their churches "pure" by having very long and strict church services. Their church services lasting almost all day! You couldn't fall asleep or even go to the bathroom. In other colonies, such as Rhode Island, you could have freedom of religion. The Puritans had to wear pretty simple clothing to church; if you didn't you would probably be punished!
The town's most important building is the meeting house or town church which at least once a year people gathered together to vote on leaders and laws, but only white men who owned property could vote. The common was an area that people could put cattle in; every house was build around it.
In New England almost everybody grew their own food. Many people bartered their surpluses. Lots of the free-market economy was made of the lumber industry. Several people were fishers or whalers, people who used the whale's blubber to make oil for lamps.
New England's education system was that towns with at least 50 families must have a school. A typical school consisted of one room with a, usually male, teacher. The had strict teachers that would whip students for bad behavior or even a wrong answer!
A lot of the population in New England Colony were Puritans, Christians who wanted to make their churches "pure" by having very long and strict church services. Their church services lasting almost all day! You couldn't fall asleep or even go to the bathroom. In other colonies, such as Rhode Island, you could have freedom of religion. The Puritans had to wear pretty simple clothing to church; if you didn't you would probably be punished!
The town's most important building is the meeting house or town church which at least once a year people gathered together to vote on leaders and laws, but only white men who owned property could vote. The common was an area that people could put cattle in; every house was build around it.
In New England almost everybody grew their own food. Many people bartered their surpluses. Lots of the free-market economy was made of the lumber industry. Several people were fishers or whalers, people who used the whale's blubber to make oil for lamps.
New England's education system was that towns with at least 50 families must have a school. A typical school consisted of one room with a, usually male, teacher. The had strict teachers that would whip students for bad behavior or even a wrong answer!
Sunday, October 24, 2010
The Prankster's Lesson
On a lousy afternoon after a bad day at school,
I was stomping down the street with my trusty duffel bag slung around my shoulder.
My name is Brody.
"Why do we have to go camping with our troop anyway?," I grumbled
still tramping towards the bus that would take me to
mosquitoes, prickly pines and cold food: camping.
When we got there, I almost opened a can of soda,
though better of it, shook it up and
gave it to our leader. And turned around so he wouldn't see me smirking.
Everyone heard him open the can
and when it sprayed him,
I whirled around in sync with everyone else
gaping, trying my best to look innocent.
That night while everyone was asleep after creepy ghost story.
I sneaked out of my tent soundlessly.
I could hear the crickets chirping,
inhaling the aroma of pine as I padded along in my socks and moaned 3 times pretty dramatically,
then with 1 last groan I scrambled back to my tent, panting hard.
Well, I don't know exactly what happened but I did get spanked.
Today our leader was going on about something about not going into the forest.
That night I slept like a log prepared for my journey the next day.
After breakfast I sneaked out into the so-called "Forbidden Forest" aka. Shady Waters.
5 minutes later I was sitting by the spring drinking cool water, when I saw a red flash.
Next thing I knew I was being chased by a coyote
while I was screaming and yelling, "Eeek! Help me!! I'm being chased by a coyote!!"
I tripped over a rock and howled in pain.
An adult came and scared the coyote away
and then gave basic first-aid to my bleeding ankle.
Only then did I realize that it was my leader that helped me.
Through chapped lips I mumbled,
"How did you know I was here?"
"I heard your cries for help and I came immediately," he said still wrapping the bandages,
"Next time though remember it's important to listen and to respect adults.
I suddenly realized that respecting adults could get you out of big trouble.
I apoligized to him.
Now I am very polite to everyone, especially adults.
I was stomping down the street with my trusty duffel bag slung around my shoulder.
My name is Brody.
"Why do we have to go camping with our troop anyway?," I grumbled
still tramping towards the bus that would take me to
mosquitoes, prickly pines and cold food: camping.
When we got there, I almost opened a can of soda,
though better of it, shook it up and
gave it to our leader. And turned around so he wouldn't see me smirking.
Everyone heard him open the can
and when it sprayed him,
I whirled around in sync with everyone else
gaping, trying my best to look innocent.
That night while everyone was asleep after creepy ghost story.
I sneaked out of my tent soundlessly.
I could hear the crickets chirping,
inhaling the aroma of pine as I padded along in my socks and moaned 3 times pretty dramatically,
then with 1 last groan I scrambled back to my tent, panting hard.
Well, I don't know exactly what happened but I did get spanked.
Today our leader was going on about something about not going into the forest.
That night I slept like a log prepared for my journey the next day.
After breakfast I sneaked out into the so-called "Forbidden Forest" aka. Shady Waters.
5 minutes later I was sitting by the spring drinking cool water, when I saw a red flash.
Next thing I knew I was being chased by a coyote
while I was screaming and yelling, "Eeek! Help me!! I'm being chased by a coyote!!"
I tripped over a rock and howled in pain.
An adult came and scared the coyote away
and then gave basic first-aid to my bleeding ankle.
Only then did I realize that it was my leader that helped me.
Through chapped lips I mumbled,
"How did you know I was here?"
"I heard your cries for help and I came immediately," he said still wrapping the bandages,
"Next time though remember it's important to listen and to respect adults.
I suddenly realized that respecting adults could get you out of big trouble.
I apoligized to him.
Now I am very polite to everyone, especially adults.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Chasing Vermeer by Blue Balliett
This is a brief book descripion about an intriguing book called Chasing Vermeer. I would recommend this book especially if you're interested in mysteries.
Join Calder and Petra as they follow the trail of the thief of a famous Vermeer painting, A Lady Writing. (That lady is definitely not me. ) :-) They work together as they follow a mysterious trail of coincidences and they find help in unexpected places.
With mysterious codes and clues, will Calder and Petra be able to rescue A Lady Writing? Read this book to find out.
Join Calder and Petra as they follow the trail of the thief of a famous Vermeer painting, A Lady Writing. (That lady is definitely not me. ) :-) They work together as they follow a mysterious trail of coincidences and they find help in unexpected places.
With mysterious codes and clues, will Calder and Petra be able to rescue A Lady Writing? Read this book to find out.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Happy Father Day
Dear Dad,
HAPPY FATHERS DAY!
Everyone wants to find a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
But spending time with you is just as great.
Love,
Isabel
HAPPY FATHERS DAY!
Everyone wants to find a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
But spending time with you is just as great.
Love,
Isabel
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