Moonwriting on the moon

Friday, January 31, 2014

At home writing

Toy boat, toy boat, toy boat. Not telling you who it is is staring at his ipad. He is wearing a dark blue shirts with pale green and blue and white stripes. He just pulled the bottom of his shirt down. Now he's gripping his ipad with both hands. He just let go. His eyes just narrowed. His hand is next to his mouth he is thinking. He just put his hand on his ipad. He let go. It's back. Now he is swiping at his ipad. He just said oh. His hand is back next to his mouth. He just looked at Mr. Joe. Now he is back looking dodwn at his ipad. His hand is back by his mouth. His eyebrows just narrowed. His hand is on his cheek. His hand is back by his mouth. His hand is now on his ipad gripping it. He's reading or looking back and forth on his ipad. His hand is back by his mouth. He touching his screen. He just smiled up at Fawaz. He just laughed and mumbled something I could not hear. He just said "He's writing what I do." to Clayton. He just put his hand on his head. Not telling you who it is is still keeping is hand on his head. His hands are both on his forehead. He kept his hands on his forehead but moved them. He just talked to me when I asked him whether he had brushed his hair or his forehead. He just got up to have a meeting with Mr. Joe. He rubbed his arm and yawned. He rubbed his arm again. He looked at Leo's paper. He stood on his knees and put his hands in his pocket. He put his hands on his knees. He put his hands on his hips.

Arghument Paragraph

I think there should not be year round school. There should not be year round school because students are going to not have any time to spend with our friends and family and do what they want, and we need summer break. Summer break gives the mind a break and they have something to look forward to during the year. It helps us feel relaxed. Also, when students go to school all year long, it feels like going to school forever until we are older, and we wouldn't be very energetic. And, everyone needs time with their family, to go on vacation, and go to camp with their friends. To have fun at different places, not just at school. (One expert, Dr. Peter Scales, says, “The biggest plus of camp is that camps help young people discover and explore their talents, interests, and values. Most schools don’t satisfy all these needs. Kids who have these kinds of camp experiences end up being healthier and have fewer problems.”) I know that I need this to spend time at camp with my friends and with my family, because during the year I don't really get that time, and on year round school I would never get that. If we have year round school, we won't be able to go on long vacations and things that we need to do with our family. In another article, it said ("Since 1980, 95% of schools trying Year-Round School have returned to a TRADITIONAL calendar. Thus, they have changed their calendar twice and had to suffer the disruption, frustration, and wasted time that this entails. Why are we in such a hurry to learn the same lesson?") (And in another article, it said for over 100 years, failure to change the school calendar to one year has occurred. Billee Bussard, a Florida Democratic Party Activist and a strong Obama supporter, said, "It is an idea that has been tried and failed for more than 100 years.") Clearly, this is not working out. So why switch to year round school? We need summer! I do not think we should have year round school. Personal Expierence - I know that I need this to spend time at camp with my friends and with my family, because during the year I don't really get that time. Expert Research - One expert, Dr. Peter Scales, says, “The biggest plus of camp is that camps help young people discover and explore their talents, interests, and values. Most schools don’t satisfy all these needs. Kids who have these kinds of camp experiences end up being healthier and have fewer problems." Statics - Since 1980, 95% of schools trying Year-Round School have returned to a TRADITIONAL calendar. Thus, they have changed their calendar twice and had to suffer the disruption, frustration, and wasted time that this entails. Why are we in such a hurry to learn the same lesson? Personal Expeirience - Flah, Jake L. "Moonwriting on the Moon." Moonwriting on the Moon. Jake L Flah, 30 Jan. 2014. Web. 29 Jan. 2014. . Expert Research - Unknown, Unknown. "Summer: 15 Days or 2 1/2 Months?" Write Source. Unknown, unknown. Web. 29 Jan. 2014. . Statics - Sines, Julia MI. "Welcome!" Pantagraph.com. Julia Sines, 17 Oct. 2009. Web. 29 Jan. 2014. Statics - Unknown, Unknown. "Stop Year-Round School." Stop Year-Round School. Unknown, Unknown Feb. 2000. Web. 28 Jan. 2014. .

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Hilohuhiouilhlhiuilihhooulhihluiuihlhliuoilhiholiiuholhiulhillououu

We did r's. And e's.

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

5 min writing for today on jan 30

Tweedle la la la Dandidoo do do do + Toe jammer do do do Pango Click Click Click Maw Mee Mee Mee Grumprye Ooh Shugavah Mammot Bum Bum Bum Oaktopus Shoo a doo a

AP again

Monday, January 27, 2014

You hear a click click click,
from the hall in the night.
You have a big stick.
But you are stuck with fright.
You fall over your stick
and are stuck in a tangle.
But the click click click click,
is just a Pango.
You hear a do do do do.
You try to climb the wall.
You try to get through.
A shadow's in the hall.
You drop your stick
and take off you shoes.
But when you throw it quick
it's a Dandidoo.
You hear a la la la la,
You can't say a thing.
You close your jaw.
You see a purple wing.
It doesn't make a flaw.
You take out a sewing needle.
But you recall,
it is only a tweedle.

Argument Paragraph updated

I think there should not be year round school. There should not be year round school because students are going to not have any time to spend with our friends and family and do what they want, and we need summer break. Summer break gives the mind a break and they have something to look forward to during the year. It helps us feel relaxed. Also, when students go to school all year long, it feels like going to school forever until we are older, and we wouldn't be very energetic. And, everyone needs time with their family, to go on vacation, and go to camp with their friends. To have fun at different places, not just at school. (One expert, Dr. Peter Scales, says, “The biggest plus of camp is that camps help young people discover and explore their talents, interests, and values. Most schools don’t satisfy all these needs. Kids who have these kinds of camp experiences end up being healthier and have fewer problems.”) I know that I need this to spend time at camp with my friends and with my family, because during the year I don't really get that time, and on year round school I would never get that. If we have year round school, we won't be able to go on long vacations and things that we need to do with our family. In another article, it said ("Since 1980, 95% of schools trying Year-Round School have returned to a TRADITIONAL calendar. Thus, they have changed their calendar twice and had to suffer the disruption, frustration, and wasted time that this entails. Why are we in such a hurry to learn the same lesson?") (And in another article, it said for over 100 years, failure to change the school calendar to one year has occurred. Billee Bussard, a Florida Democratic Party Activist and a strong Obama supporter, said, "It is an idea that has been tried and failed for more than 100 years.") Clearly, this is not working out. So why switch to year round school? We need summer! I do not think we should have year round school.

Personal Expierence - I know that I need this to spend time at camp with my friends and with my family, because during the year I don't really get that time.

Expert Research - One expert, Dr. Peter Scales, says, “The biggest plus of camp is that camps help young people discover and explore their talents, interests, and values. Most schools don’t satisfy all these needs. Kids who have these kinds of camp experiences end up being healthier and have fewer problems."

Statics - Since 1980, 95% of schools trying Year-Round School have returned to a TRADITIONAL calendar. Thus, they have changed their calendar twice and had to suffer the disruption, frustration, and wasted time that this entails. Why are we in such a hurry to learn the same lesson?

http://www.pantagraph.com/news/opinion/mailbag/year-round-school-bad-idea-for-students/article_356f1b3a-baa2-11de-ade3-001cc4c03286.html

http://www.auburn.edu/~enebasa/html/home.pp.html

Thursday, January 23, 2014

5 min writing for tonight

I declare it is impossible to say toy boat three times fast.

It’s just way to hard and I mess up every time I say it.

I think toy boat x three is a cool tongue twister.

Also, Mrs. Smith’s fish sauce shop is a cool one.

It is fun to say and messes me up every time.

Toady

Today we did rand es

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

AHW.

Toast and jam, IA Jam.
What I can do.
For it can’t be true.
I never thought.
I would be caught.
In a trap.
To make me snap. How can I
Get alive.

Argument Paragraph

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Marshmallows are cool

Marshmallows are the coolest things. They are warm and good and tasty and fill you up with a beautiful sensation that makes you feel so good. They are creamy and fluffy and have a cool talent. When exposed to heat, this get toasty and thick and melty in the middle and the outside becomes crisp with flavor and toasty warminess. Marshmallows go with everything, too. Their warm toasty feeling goes with anything. And they melt in hot drinks, and leave a creamy aftertaste. They are a cool food. (Almost as cool as cheese.)

Saturday, January 18, 2014

AHW

This is poem. About a gnome. Who liked to roam. Away from home. To a dome. Made of foam. With google chrome. And then he’d comb. King Bobby’s tomb. The end.

Friday, January 17, 2014

AP

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Notes for the Online field trip

Two teams are using tools from back then to calculate things. There are compasses. 360 degrees in a circle. Perimeter is the measure around a shape. for circles it's circumference. Radius is the center point on a circle to the outside of the circle. The used counting, and multiplying, dividing, subtracting, and adding. They also measured. The doctors and boulders used math, along with others. Teams have come the the armory kitchen. Shilling is a 12 pennies thingie. The good temp for bread in oven is 425 degrees Fahrenheit. James Anderson was a very dependent and good blacksmith. We measure in inches and feet because that was the British something. An ell is 45 inches. The mans name is Ken Swartz. They knew the oven was hot enough by sticking their hand in and judging. A chain is 66 feet The blue team one in breaking the tiebreaker so they fired cannons.

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Argument Paragraph Again

I think there should not be year round school. There should not be year round school because students are going to not have any time to spend with our friends and family, and we need summer break. Summer break gives the mind a break and they have something to look forward too. It helps us feel relaxed. Also, when students go to school all year long, it feels like going to school forever until we are older, and we wouldn't be very entergetic. Also, year round schools have no more achivement then regular, yet there's more school, so it's between having a 3 month vacation or not, and we need the vacation. We want a break sometimes, and it won't make a difference if we change to year round. And, everyone needs time with their family, to go on vacation, and go to camp with their friends. One expert, Dr. Peter Scales, says, “The biggest plus of camp is that camps help young people discover and explore their talents, interests, and values. Most schools don’t satisfy all these needs. Kids who have these kinds of camp experiences end up being healthier and have fewer problems.” I know that I need this to spend time at camp with my friends and with my family, because during the year I don't really get that time. And in another article, it said many high schools don't employ a year-round calendar because of sports schedules. And teens want to be able to take summer jobs. If we have year round school, we won't be able to go on long vacations and things that we need to do. And it costs a lot for year round schooling.For example, in an article it said a high school in Arizona had a cost increase of $157,000 when they switched to year-round schooling. That cost might be trouble to some schools for this cost. In another article, it said the recent Massachusetts plan, which increased school time by 30 percent in its first year, required an additional 20 percent in base funding, or an average of $1,300 extra per student. I think the money could be better spent and have better benefits. It costs too much! Also, since 1980, 95 percent of schools that tried the year-round schedule changed back to a traditional calendar. It is clear this is not working out. And another article said "Some techers are on 12 month contracts, work for nine months, and receive their salary over a 12 month period. Thus teachers often pursue other employment, generally in the summer and about 30 percent of teachers take summer jobs to supplement their incomes, and try and get a bigger wage than their teaching wage. Consequently, it may be difficult to recruit and retain teachers in a year round school setting." This would be hard for teachers. What's wrong with traditional? I think there are more negative effects than positive. I do not think their should be year round school. Personal Expierence - I know that I need this to spend time at camp with my friends and with my family, because during the year I don't really get that time. Expert Research - One expert, Dr. Peter Scales, says, “The biggest plus of camp is that camps help young people discover and explore their talents, interests, and values. Most schools don’t satisfy all these needs. Kids who have these kinds of camp experiences end up being healthier and have fewer problems.” Facts - And in another article, it said many high schools don't employ a year-round calendar because of sports schedules. Reasons - I think the money could be better spent and have better benefits. It costs too much! Also, year round schools have no more achivement then regular, yet there's more school, so it's between having a 3 month vacation or not, and we need the vacation. Statics - That cost might be trouble to some schools for this cost. In another article, it said the recent Massachusetts plan, which increased school time by 30 percent in its first year, required an additional 20 percent in base funding, or an average of $1,300 extra per student. I think the money could be better spent and have better benefits. It costs too much! Also, since 1980, 95 percent of schools that tried the year-round schedule changed back to a traditional calendar. It is clear this is not working out. Thus teachers often pursue other employment, generally in the summer and about 30 percent of teachers take summer jobs to supplement their incomes, and try and get a bigger wage than their teaching wage. My cited work and stuff 1. One expert, Dr. Peter Scales, says, “The biggest plus of camp is that camps help young people discover and explore their talents, interests, and values. Most schools don’t satisfy all these needs. Kids who have these kinds of camp experiences end up being healthier and have fewer problems. 2. And in another it said In traditional settings, teachers are on 12 month contracts, work for nine months, and receive their salary over a 12 month period. Thus teachers often pursue other employment, generally in the summer and about 30 percent of teachers take summer jobs to supplement their incomes, and try and get a bigger wage than their teaching wage. Consequently, it may be difficult to recruit and retain teachers in a year round school setting. 3.In another article, it said the recent Massachusetts plan, which increased school time by 30 percent in its first year, required an additional 20 percent in base funding, or an average of $1,300 extra per student. I think the money could be better spent and have more benefits. 4. For example, in an article it said a high school in Arizona had a cost increase of $157,000 when they switched to year-round schooling. That cost might be trouble to some schools for this cost. In another article, it said the recent Massachusetts plan, which increased school time by 30 percent in its first. And in another article, it said many high schools don't employ a year-round calendar because of sports schedules. And teens want to be able to take summer jobs.

Monday, January 13, 2014

Five minute writing for tonight

Tweedle, Toe Jammer, Potbelly, Mammot, Noggin, Maw, Bowgart, Cybop, Spunge, Congle, Thumpies, Boodoo Furcorn, Oaktopus and a Dandidoo. Jeeode, Whisp, Ghazt and Sox. Entbrat, Deedge, and a Wubbox.

Argument Paragraph Cited

I think there should not be year round school. There should not be year round school because students are going to not have any relaxing and they need summer break. Summer break gives the mind a break and they have something to look forward too. It helps us feel relaxed. Also, when students go to school all year long, it feels like going to school until we are older, and we wouldn't be very entergetic. Also, year round schools have no more achivement then regular, yet there's more school, so it's between having a 3 month vacation or not, and we need the vacation. We want a break sometimes, and it won't make a difference if we change to year round. And, everyone needs time with their family, to go on vacation, and go to camp with their friends. One expert, Dr. Peter Scales, says, “The biggest plus of camp is that camps help young people discover and explore their talents, interests, and values. Most schools don’t satisfy all these needs. Kids who have these kinds of camp experiences end up being healthier and have fewer problems.” And in another article, it said many high schools don't employ a year-round calendar because of sports schedules. And teens want to be able to take summer jobs. If we have year round school, we won't be able to go on long vacations and things that we need to do. And it costs a lot for year round schooling.For example, in an article it said a high school in Arizona had a cost increase of $157,000 when they switched to year-round schooling. That cost might be trouble to some schools for this cost. In another article, it said the recent Massachusetts plan, which increased school time by 30 percent in its first year, required an additional 20 percent in base funding, or an average of $1,300 extra per student. I think the money could be better spent and have better benefits. Also, since 1980, 95 percent of schools that tried the year-round schedule changed back to a traditional calendar. It is clear this is not working out. Some techers are on 12 month contracts, work for nine months, and receive their salary over a 12 month period. Thus teachers often pursue other employment, generally in the summer and about 30 percent of teachers take summer jobs to supplement their incomes, and try and get a bigger wage than their teaching wage. Consequently, it may be difficult to recruit and retain teachers in a year round school setting. This would be hard for teachers. What's wrong with traditional? I think there are more negative effects than positive. I do not think their should be year round school. My cited work and stuff 1. One expert, Dr. Peter Scales, says, “The biggest plus of camp is that camps help young people discover and explore their talents, interests, and values. Most schools don’t satisfy all these needs. Kids who have these kinds of camp experiences end up being healthier and have fewer problems. 2. And in another it said In traditional settings, teachers are on 12 month contracts, work for nine months, and receive their salary over a 12 month period. Thus teachers often pursue other employment, generally in the summer and about 30 percent of teachers take summer jobs to supplement their incomes, and try and get a bigger wage than their teaching wage. Consequently, it may be difficult to recruit and retain teachers in a year round school setting. 3.In another article, it said the recent Massachusetts plan, which increased school time by 30 percent in its first year, required an additional 20 percent in base funding, or an average of $1,300 extra per student. I think the money could be better spent and have more benefits. 4. For example, in an article it said a high school in Arizona had a cost increase of $157,000 when they switched to year-round schooling. That cost might be trouble to some schools for this cost. In another article, it said the recent Massachusetts plan, which increased school time by 30 percent in its first. And in another article, it said many high schools don't employ a year-round calendar because of sports schedules. And teens want to be able to take summer jobs.

Saturday, January 11, 2014

5 min wirting

Officer Huckleberry stepped up the stairs to Mr. Leo’s front door. Mr. Leo opened the door. “Hello come and sit down.” “Thanks.” Officer Huckleberry sat down on a bright blue couch, around many delicate pottery and art. “Well,” Mr. Leo began. “This morning, I was upstairs, and I looked out my window to see teen bike from across the street to my front door. He crashed into the living room and I came downstairs with my boxing gloves, and standing on the bottom step, I saw him. He took a fine china dish and ran upstairs and escaped through an open window. Good thing I have insurance.” “Lying to insurance money,” Officer Huckleberry said. “Not happening. I found three flaws in your story.” WHAT ARE THE FLAWS?

Thursday, January 9, 2014

We...

WE edited our DRN's and talked about five min writing.

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Hot Dogs

We read a chrismas story, read some quotes, and did r and e's!

Monday, December 16, 2013

Argument Paragraph Edited even more!

Friday, December 13, 2013

5 min write 3

Officer Huckleberry knocked on the door. He was at a cabin on the top of the hill, where a suspect lied. Nothing was on the hill, except for grass. No path, nothing. Not even a tree. A young teen opened the door. “Hey.” He said. “I’m George.” “Did you steal a TV from Mr. Sygorg?” Officer Huckleberry asked. “Uh, no, I have one, but that’s not the one. I ‘va had it and been using it for years.” “You’re lying.” Answered Officer Huckleberry. WHY DOES OFFICER HUCKLEBERRY SUSPECT GEORGE?

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Officer Huckleberry picked up the phone. “Hi, this is Mr. Huckleberry. You are arrested under the law.” “Kids.” He said. Don’t joke around. How did he know they were kids?

Have nice day I am just typing and having fun and yea.SO I;m just typing you get ready to read this over and oever.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Argumaent Paragraph edited

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Packet

We did part of a packet, and read a story so

5 min writ 2

If I could make any item on animal jam I would make an item for a den, I would make a Phantom Robot. It would follow you around your den and you can control it to go after you, everyone, the people in your den, or your friends in your den. If it touched you or someone it would zap you and you would turn purple and black for ten seconds. It could guard your den like that. And you can make a boundary for where it can go in it’s settings!

Monday, December 9, 2013

Argument Paragraph

Sunday, December 8, 2013

5 min writ 1

Officer Huckleberry and his friend, William, walked up the stairs to Mr. Mister’s house, passing a bright yellow car in the garage, next to a blue one, to ask Mr. Mister about a robbery. It was a brick one, suburban style. William knocked on the door, and rang the knocked on the door and waited. Nothing, Officer Huckleberry walked around to the back. Nothing. He called Mr. Mister. Nothing. “Maybe he’s not here.” William asked. “He’s here.” Answered Officer Huckleberry. HOW DID OFFICER HUCKLEBERRY KNOW THAT?

Officer huckleberry walked up the path to Andy Watson’s house. He was investing gating his disappearence. He knocked on the door. Nothing. He jiggled the handle to the door. The door opened. He walked in. Nothing was destroyed. He searched for something. Anything. Nothing. He found a crumpled up piece of paper with something on it. There was H-O then a shark. “He’s somewhere near the _______”

THE WHAT?

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Grapes

We worked on our DRN's!

Monday, December 2, 2013

Wheat

We did a page of stuff

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Banana

We did a packet.

Monday, November 25, 2013

Poem

I’m thankful for friends, My care, My bear, I’m thankful for my gems. A pet, Better yet, I’m thankful for my stuff, And what’s chewed, Called food, I’m thankful for love. My clothes, I’ve chose, I’m thankful for Earth, The trees, The seas, But what has most worth, My family, Family, And my teddy bear’s love. His fluff, Enough. That reaches above. \ I’m thankful for my things. I’m thankful for my clothes. I’m thankful for my five senses. including my nose. I’m grateful for my health, And Friends who do things for me. I’m thankful for the Earth, The land, the sky, and the sea. I’m thankful for animals, Food, especially cheese. I’m thankful for people, Who help me with my needs. But most of all, I’m thankful For my family who gives me care. And love, and happiness, And my buddy Teddy Bear. And there are many more things I’m thankful for you see. But these are things I’m most thankful for Because they are there for me.

Monday, November 18, 2013

Final Piece

“Ark! Ow!” I immediately rushed, quickly staggering over the sandy, hard, rocks. The bright shells and grainy rocks were sharp or just simply, they hurt. Plus, the sand was burning hot. But way ahead, I could see the fresh, salty, cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean, with a bright reflection of the hot, bright, orange sun. The hot air smelled salty and fresh, but there was a fishy smell, too. There was a seagull who circled about like he was the shining star of the beach, searching for food scraps and crabs. He quickly dove down into the sea, and stuck his beak in. Awesome! I ran quickly without a minute to spare after my Californian cousin Jake and my brother, Drew, over the soft, fresh, white sand. I ran, in an attempt to jump into the rippled, blue water, passing dark, sandy, driftwood and dry seaweed. I was like a breeze, running on the hot shell covered beach. But when I saw all the dazzling, orange and white shells… I had never seen orange and white shells. Or shells, even. Whoa, I thought immediately. These are really cool. There was a shiny, straight orange stripe on this rough shiny one, then… “Splash!” A small, cold wave washed over them with tiny runaway ripples, and the shell blended in with the others. I quickly lost concentration, and went after my cousin and brother, who had also, taken a brisk moment to look around at the shiny shells. We immediately ran off the soft sand into the cold, sparkling waters of Florida. I immediately jumped in with a cold little splash, spreading tiny sparkling ripples through the water. It felt very cold. “This feels very cold!” I exclaimed. Suddenly, even before I had my first 60 seconds in the Atlantic, I felt something hard and slippery on my sticky right foot, and I slipped. I fell with a cold, startling, splash, and quickly dunked my whole entire sticky body, and sat on the rocky, ocean floor, four feet from the sandy, toasty, shore of the beach.“Huh? Owe! What the? Hey, whoa, huh? Oh, look!” I exclaimed. I looked down. There was a dark, brown wood corner, of a small or giant block or wood or something. Litter, I thought. Nothing exciting. I was going to just go somewhere else, but then I stopped. Maybe it’s something cool, I thought to myself as I bent down again. Litter isn’t blocks of wood. It must be part of something. I slightly gave a tug on it, slightly hard like a hard, slappy yank in an attempt to pull it out of the rocky bottom. It came out very easily. “What the?” I slipped and fell back a bit in the salty bottom. “Hey, it’s a… toy truck?” It looked very old, and it was soaked like it had sunken to the bottom and was stuck there since the time of the pirates. It wasn’t like a shiny, new hot wheels toy car. It was as old as George Washington, like a dull cargo truck, and the old, wooden back of the truck, the storage part, and was a dark, brown wooden cube. It had dark, black, plastic wheels jammed with lots of wet sand, and the driver’s part was also dark, black, wet plastic. It was in such weird condition I didn’t even recognize it to be an old toy truck at first. It wasn’t a 1200s pirate shipwreck with millions of dollars of rusty pirate treasure, but… “Hey look what I found!” I immediately got up and raced to Jake, who was already examining the bottom of the mucky Atlantic Ocean, and looked at me as I raced over to him. “Look what I found! It’s a toy truck!” “Cool!” he answered politely, taking a quick, immediate moment to flash an affectionate look. And we put it on a bright, pink towel, and immediately forgot about it as we splashed into the scratchy bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, with the bright yellow sun above, brightly reflecting on the beautiful blue waves, I will never, ever, ever, forget this amazing day.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Fruit SNacks

I am working onpivot

Monday, November 11, 2013

Cheesy Popcorn

I worked on pivvot

Friday, November 1, 2013

Jolly Ranchers

“Oooooooooooo! The house with the red eyes!” I pointed to the next house, where the long, dark window had big red and white eyes to my friend, Adam, and my brother Drew. The house had a long window in their porch showed, big, evil, glaring eyes. I remembered it from last year and the year before and the year before. “Hey, I don’t remember that from last year!” On the door, a projection of Darth Vader and some storm troopers came up and shut a projected wooden door, covered with projected boards. We stepped on the porch, as Darth Vader and his troops repeated coming up and shutting the door. “Hi there!” My heart beat loudly. A young man was sitting with a kid in his lap with a red ladybug costume on as he looked at us and our costumes under our squeaky raincoats and wet boots, I hadn’t seen him, and he gave me a good shake. “Trick or treat!” we shouted. “Here you go!” He gave us a good, decent handful and slapped it in our bags. “How did you put the eyes and Darth Vader?” I asked. “Bluetooth. I have this thing here I can control whether it’s Star Wars or Monsters Inc. It’s a projection. So are the eyes. He pointed at the glaring eyes, which moved around, trying to look for kids. See?” He did the star wars one. “Can we see Monsters Inc?” Adam asked. “Sure.” The man said. He was very kind about it. A big, blue monster came on the door and made a scary face and shut the same door as Darth Vader. “Wow! That’s cool! Thanks! Happy Halloween!” We shouted. “Your welcome! Happy Halloween!” We hopped of the wet porch and ran to the next house, shouting more thank you’s.

Thursday, October 31, 2013

CHicken

pivot

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Pineapple

Media Ceneter!

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Corn

working on pivot pivot

Monday, October 28, 2013

cANDY

i AM WORKING ON PIVOT

Friday, October 25, 2013

PIzza

“Ack! Ow! Ow again!” I immediately rushed, quickly staggering over the sandy, hard, rocks. The bright shells and grainy rocks were sharp or just simply, they hurt. Plus, the sand was burning hot. The sand must be 2999 degrees Fahrenheit! (Sand melts at 3000 degrees.) I should have brought flip flops I thought as I stumbled along. But way ahead, I could see the fresh, salty, cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean, with a bright reflection of the hot, bright, orange sun. The hot air smelled salty and fresh, but there was a fishy smell, too. There was a seagull who circled about like he was the shining star of the beach, searching for food scraps and crabs. He quickly dove down into the sea, and stuck his beak in. Awesome! I ran quickly without a minute to spare after my Californian cousin Jake and my brother, Drew, over the soft, fresh, white sand. I ran, in an attempt to jump into the rippled, blue water, passing dark, sandy, driftwood and dry seaweed. I was like a breeze, running on the hot shell covered beach. But when I saw all the dazzling, orange and white shells… I had never seen orange and white shells. Or shells, even. Whoa, I thought immediately. These are really cool. There was a shiny, straight orange stripe on this rough shiny one, then… “Splash!” A small, cold wave washed over them with tiny runaway ripples, and the shell blended in with the others. I quickly lost concentration, and went after my cousin and brother, who had also, taken a brisk moment to look around at the shiny shells. We immediately ran off the soft sand into the cold, sparkling waters of Florida. I immediately jumped in with a cold little splash, spreading tiny sparkling ripples through the water. It felt very cold. “This feels very cold!” I exclaimed. Suddenly, even before I had my first 60 seconds in the Atlantic, I felt something hard and slippery on my sticky right foot, and I slipped. I fell with a cold, startling, splash, and quickly dunked my whole entire sticky body, and sat on the rocky, ocean floor, four feet from the sandy, toasty, shore of the beach.“Huh? Owe! What the? Hey, whoa, huh? Oh, look!” I exclaimed. I looked down. There was a dark, brown wood corner, of a small or giant block or wood or something. Litter, I thought. Nothing exciting. I was going to just go somewhere else, but then I stopped. Maybe it’s something cool, I thought to myself as I bent down again. Litter isn’t blocks of wood. It must be part of something. I slightly gave a tug on it, slightly hard like a hard, slappy yank in an attempt to pull it out of the rocky bottom. It came out very easily. “What the?” I slipped and fell back a bit in the salty bottom. “Hey, it’s a… toy truck?” It looked very old, and it was soaked like it had sunken to the bottom and was stuck there since the time of the pirates. It wasn’t like a shiny, new hot wheels toy car. It was as old as George Washington, like a dull cargo truck, and the old, wooden back of the truck, the storage part, and was a dark, brown wooden cube. It had dark, black, plastic wheels jammed with lots of wet sand, and the driver’s part was also dark, black, wet plastic. It was in such weird condition I didn’t even recognize it to be an old toy truck at first. It wasn’t a 1200s pirate shipwreck with millions of dollars of rusty pirate treasure, but… “Hey look what I found!” I immediately got up and raced to Jake, who was already examining the bottom of the mucky Atlantic Ocean, and looked at me as I raced over to him. “Look what I found! It’s a toy truck!” “Cool!” he answered politely, taking a quick, immediate moment to flash an affectionate look. And we put it on a bright, pink towel, and immediately forgot about it as we splashed into the scratchy bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, with the bright yellow sun above, brightly reflecting on the beautiful blue waves, I will never, ever, ever, forget this amazing day.

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Yogurt

“Ack! Ow! Ow again!” I immediately rushed, quickly staggering over the sandy, hard, rocks. The bright shells and grainy rocks were sharp or just simply, they hurt. Plus, the sand was burning hot. The sand must be 2999 degrees Fahrenheit! (Sand melts at 3000 degrees.) I should have brought flip flops I thought as I stumbled along. But way ahead, I could see the fresh, salty, cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean, with a bright reflection of the hot, bright, orange sun. The hot air smelled salty and fresh, but there was a fishy smell, too. There was a seagull who circled about like he was the shining star of the beach, searching for food scraps and crabs. He quickly dove down into the sea, and stuck his beak in. Awesome! I ran quickly without a minute to spare after my Californian cousin Jake and my brother, Drew, over the soft, fresh, white sand. I ran, in an attempt to jump into the rippled, blue water, passing dark, sandy, driftwood and dry seaweed. I was like a breeze, running on the hot shell covered beach. But when I saw all the dazzling, orange and white shells… I had never seen orange and white shells. Or shells, even. Whoa, I thought immediately. These are really cool. There was a shiny, straight orange stripe on this rough shiny one, then… “Splash!” A small, cold wave washed over them with tiny runaway ripples, and the shell blended in with the others, like it had turned camouflage. I quickly lost concentration, and went after my cousin and brother, who had also, taken a brisk moment to look around at the shiny shells. We immediately ran off the soft sand into the cold, sparkling waters of Florida. I immediately jumped in with a cold little splash, spreading tiny sparkling ripples through the water. It felt very cold. “This feels very cold!” I exclaimed. Suddenly, even before I had my first 60 seconds in the Atlantic, I felt something hard and slippery on my sticky right foot, and I slipped. I fell with a cold, startling, splash, and quickly dunked my whole entire sticky body, and sat on the rocky, ocean floor, four feet from the sandy, toasty, shore of the beach.“Huh? Owe! What the? Hey, whoa, huh? Oh, look!” I exclaimed. I looked down. There was a dark, brown wood corner, of a small or giant block or wood or something. Litter, I thought. Nothing exciting. I was going to just go somewhere else, but then I stopped. Maybe it’s something cool, I thought to myself as I bent down again. Litter isn’t blocks of wood. It must be part of something. I slightly gave a tug on it, slightly hard like a hard, slappy yank in an attempt to pull it out of the rocky bottom. It came out very easily. “What the?” I slipped and fell back a bit in the salty bottom. “Hey, it’s a… toy truck?” It looked very old, and it was soaked like it had sunken to the bottom and was stuck there since the time of the pirates. It wasn’t like a shiny, new hot wheels toy car. It was like a dull cargo truck, and the old, wooden back of the truck, the storage part, and was a dark, brown wooden cube. It had dark, black, plastic wheels jammed with lots of wet sand, and the driver’s part was also dark, black, wet plastic. It was in such weird condition I didn’t even recognize it to be an old toy truck at first. It wasn’t a 1200s pirate shipwreck with millions of dollars of rusty pirate treasure, but… “Hey look what I found!” I immediately got up and raced to Jake, who was already examining the bottom of the mucky Atlantic Ocean, and looked at me as I raced over to him. “Look what I found! It’s a toy truck!” “Cool!” he answered politely, taking a quick, immediate moment to flash an affectionate look. And we put it on a bright, pink towel, and immediately forgot about it as we splashed into the scratchy bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, with the bright yellow sun above, brightly reflecting on the beautiful blue waves, I will never, ever, ever, forget this amazing day.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Cookies

“Ack! Ow! Ow again!” I immediately rushed, quickly staggering over the sandy, hard, rocks. The bright shells and grainy rocks were sharp or just simply, they hurt. Plus, the sand was burning hot. The sand must be 2999 degrees Fahrenheit! (Sand melts at 3000 degrees.) I should have brought flip flops I thought as I stumbled along. But way ahead, I could see the fresh, salty, cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean, with a bright reflection of the hot, bright, orange sun. The hot air smelled salty and fresh, but there was a fishy smell, too. There was a seagull who circled about like he was the shining star of the beach, searching for food scraps and crabs. He quickly dove down into the sea, and stuck his beak in. Awesome! I ran quickly without a minute to spare after my Californian cousin Jake and my brother, Drew, over the soft, fresh, white sand. I ran, in an attempt to jump into the rippled, blue water, passing dark, sandy, driftwood and dry seaweed. I was like a breeze, running on the hot shell covered beach. But when I saw all the dazzling, orange and white shells… I had never seen orange and white shells. Or shells, even. Whoa, I thought immediately. These are really cool. There was a shiny, straight orange stripe on this rough shiny one, then… “Splash!” A small, cold wave washed over them with tiny runaway ripples, and the shell blended in with the others. I quickly lost concentration, and went after my cousin and brother, who had also, taken a brisk moment to look around at the shiny shells. We immediately ran off the soft sand into the cold, sparkling waters of Florida. I immediately jumped in with a cold little splash, spreading tiny sparkling ripples through the water. It felt very cold. “This feels very cold!” I exclaimed. Suddenly, even before I had my first 60 seconds in the Atlantic, I felt something hard and slippery on my sticky right foot, and I slipped. I fell with a cold, startling, splash, and quickly dunked my whole entire sticky body, and sat on the rocky, ocean floor, four feet from the sandy, toasty, shore of the beach.“Huh? Owe! What the? Hey, whoa, huh? Oh, look!” I exclaimed. I looked down. There was a dark, brown wood corner, of a small or giant block or wood or something. Litter, I thought. Nothing exciting. I was going to just go somewhere else, but then I stopped. Maybe it’s something cool, I thought to myself as I bent down again. Litter isn’t blocks of wood. It must be part of something. I slightly gave a tug on it, slightly hard like a hard, slappy yank in an attempt to pull it out of the rocky bottom. It came out very easily. “What the?” I slipped and fell back a bit in the salty bottom. “Hey, it’s a… toy truck?” It looked very old, and it was soaked like it had sunken to the bottom and was stuck there since the time of the pirates. It wasn’t like a shiny, new hot wheels toy car. It was like a dull cargo truck, and the old, wooden back of the truck, the storage part, and was a dark, brown wooden cube. It had dark, black, plastic wheels jammed with lots of wet sand, and the driver’s part was also dark, black, wet plastic. It was in such weird condition I didn’t even recognize it to be an old toy truck at first. It wasn’t a 1200s pirate shipwreck with millions of dollars of rusty pirate treasure, but… “Hey look what I found!” I immediately got up and raced to Jake, who was already examining the bottom of the mucky Atlantic Ocean, and looked at me as I raced over to him. “Look what I found! It’s a toy truck!” “Cool!” he answered politely, taking a quick, immediate moment to flash an affectionate look. And we put it on a bright, pink towel, and immediately forgot about it as we splashed into the scratchy bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, with the bright yellow sun above, brightly reflecting on the beautiful blue waves, I will never, ever, ever, forget this amazing day.

Monday, October 21, 2013

Buttered Bread

I immediately rushed, quickly staggering over the sandy, hard, rocks. The bright, shiny, white shells and dark, grainy rocks were sharp or just simply, they hurt. I should of brought flip flops I thought as I stumbled along. But way ahead, I could see the fresh, salty, cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean, with a bright reflection of the hot, bright, orange sun. The hot air smelled salty and fresh, but there was a fishy smell, too. There was a seagull who circled about like he was the shining star of the beach. I ran quickly without a minute to spare after my Californian cousin Jake and my brother, Drew, over the soft, fresh, white sand. I ran, in an attempt to jump into the wavy, rippled, blue water, passing dark, sandy, driftwood and dry sandy seaweed. I was like a breeze, running on the hot, dry, rocky, shell covered beach. But when I saw all the dazzling, bright, orange and white shells… I had never seen orange and white shells. Or shells, even. Whoa, I thought immediately. These are really cool. There was a shiny, straight orange stripe on this rough shiny one, then… “Splash!” A small, cold wave washed over them with tiny runaway ripples, and the shell blended in with the others. I quickly lost concentration, and went after my cousin and brother, who had also, taken a brisk moment to look around at the shiny shells. We immediately ran off the soft sand into the cold, sparkling waters of Florida. I immediately jumped in with a cold little splash, spreading tiny sparkling ripples through the water. It felt very cold. “This feels very cold!” I exclaimed. Suddenly, even before I had my first 60 seconds in the Atlantic, I felt something hard and slippery on my sticky right foot, and I slipped. I fell with a cold, startling, splash, and quickly dunked my whole entire sticky body, and sat on the rocky, ocean floor, four feet from the sandy, toasty, shore of the beach.“Huh? Owe! What the? Hey, whoa, huh? Oh, look!” I exclaimed. I looked down. There was a dark, brown wood corner, of a small or giant block or wood or something. Litter, I thought. Nothing exciting. I was going to just go somewhere else, but then I stopped. Maybe it’s something cool, I thought to myself as I bent down again. Litter isn’t blocks of wood. It must be part of something. I slightly gave a tug on it, slightly hard like a hard, slappy yank in an attempt to pull it out of the rocky bottom. It came out very easily. “What the?” I slipped and fell back a bit in the salty bottom. “Hey, it’s a… toy truck?” It looked very old, and it was soaked like it had sunken to the bottom and was stuck there since the time of the pirates. It wasn’t like a shiny, new hot wheels toy car. It was like a dull cargo truck, and the old, wooden back of the truck, the storage part, and was a dark, brown wooden cube. It had dark, black, plastic wheels jammed with lots of wet sand, and the driver’s part was also dark, black, wet plastic. It was in such weird condition I didn’t even recognize it to be an old toy truck at first. It wasn’t a 1200s pirate shipwreck with millions of dollars of rusty pirate treasure, but… “Hey look what I found!” I immediately got up and raced to Jake, who was already examining the bottom of the mucky Atlantic Ocean, and looked at me as I raced over to him. “Look what I found! It’s a toy truck!” “Cool!” he answered politely, taking a quick, immediate moment to flash an affectionate look. And we put it on a bright, pink towel, and immediately forgot about it as we splashed into the scratchy bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, with the bright yellow sun above, brightly reflecting on the beautiful blue waves, I will never, ever, ever, forget this amazing day.

Friday, October 18, 2013

Bread toasted equals toast

I immediately rushed, quickly staggering over the sandy, hard, rocks. The bright, shiny, white shells and dark, grainy rocks were sharp or just simply, they hurt. I should of brought flip flops I thought as I stumbled along. But way ahead, I could see the fresh, salty, cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean, with a bright reflection of the hot, bright, orange sun. The hot air smelled salty and fresh, but there was a fishy smell, too. There was a seagull who circled about like he was the shining star of the beach. I ran quickly without a minute to spare after my Californian cousin Jake and my brother, Drew, over the soft, fresh, white sand. I ran, in an attempt to jump into the wavy, rippled, blue water, passing dark, sandy, driftwood and dry sandy seaweed. I was like a breeze, running on the rocky, shell covered beach. But when I saw all the dazzling, bright, orange and white shells… I had never seen orange and white shells. Or shells, even. Whoa, I thought immediately. These are really cool. There was a shiny, straight orange stripe on this rough shiny one, then… “Splash!” A small, cold wave washed over them with tiny runaway ripples, and the shell blended in with the others. I quickly lost concentration, and went after my cousin and brother, who had also, taken a brisk moment to look around at all the shells. One by one, we immediately ran off the soft sand into the cold, sparkling waters of Florida, despite the freezing coldness of the water. I immediately jumped in with a cold little splash, spreading tiny sparkling ripples through the water. It felt very cold. “This feels very cold!” I exclaimed. Suddenly, even before I had my first 60 seconds in the Atlantic, I felt something hard and slippery on my sticky right foot, and I slipped. I fell with a cold, startling, splash, and quickly dunked my whole entire sticky body, and sat on the rocky, ocean floor, four feet from the sandy, toasty, shore of the beach.“Huh? Owe! What the? Hey, whoa, huh? Oh, look!” I exclaimed. I looked down. There was a dark, brown wood corner, of a small or giant block or wood or something. Litter, I thought. Nothing exciting. I was going to just go somewhere else, but then I stopped. Maybe it’s something cool, I thought to myself as I bent down again. Litter isn’t blocks of wood. It must be part of something, like a box, or plank. I slightly gave a tug on it, slightly hard like a hard, slappy yank in an attempt to pull it out of the rocky bottom. It came out very easily. “What the?” I slipped and fell back a bit in the salty bottom. I stared at the soaked wood thing, sitting in my muddy hand. “Hey, it’s a… toy truck?” It looked very old, and it was soaked like it had sunken to the bottom and was stuck there since the time of the pirates. It wasn’t like a shiny, new hot wheels toy car. It was like a dull cargo truck, and the old, wooden back of the truck, the storage part, and was a dark, brown wooden cube. It had dark, black, plastic wheels jammed with lots of wet sand, and the driver’s part was also dark, black, wet plastic. It was in such weird condition I didn’t even recognize it to be an old toy truck at first. It wasn’t a 1200s pirate shipwreck with millions of dollars of rusty pirate treasure, but… “Hey look what I found!” I immediately got up and raced to Jake, who was already examining the bottom of the mucky Atlantic Ocean, and looked at me as I raced over to him. “Look what I found! It’s a toy truck!” “Cool!” he answered politely, taking a quick, immediate moment to flash an affectionate look. And we put it on a bright, pink towel, and immediately forgot about it as we splashed into the scratchy bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, with the bright yellow sun above; brightly reflecting on the beautiful blue waves, I will never, ever, ever, forget this amazing day.

Thursday, October 17, 2013

What is the most important message you heard from Joey Nowak during our video call?

I learned that being a sports writer is awesome, and that you can be judgemental.

Monday, October 14, 2013

Posty Toasty

I immediately rushed, quickly staggering over the sandy, hard, rocks. The bright, shiny, white shells and dark, grainy rocks were sharp or just simply, they hurt. I should of brought flip flops I thought as I stumbled along. But way ahead, I could see the fresh, salty, cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean, with a bright reflection of the hot, bright, orange sun. The hot air smelled salty and fresh, but there was a fishy smell, too. There was a seagull who circled about like he was the shining star of the beach. I ran quickly without a minute to spare after my Californian cousin Jake and my brother, Drew, over the soft, fresh, white sand. I ran, in an attempt to jump into the wavy, rippled, blue water, passing dark, sandy, driftwood and dry sandy seaweed. I was like a breeze, running on the hot, dry, rocky, shell covered beach. But when I saw all the dazzling, bright, orange and white shells… I had never seen orange and white shells. Or shells, even. Whoa, I thought immediately. These are really cool. There was a shiny, straight orange stripe on this rough shiny one, then… “Splash!” A small, cold wave washed over them with tiny runaway ripples, and the shell blended in with the others. I quickly lost concentration, and went after my cousin and brother, who had also, taken a brisk moment to look around at the shiny shells. We immediately ran off the soft sand into the cold, sparkling waters of Florida. I immediately jumped in with a cold little splash, spreading tiny sparkling ripples through the water. It felt very cold. “This feels very cold!” I exclaimed. Suddenly, even before I had my first 60 seconds in the Atlantic, I felt something hard and slippery on my sticky right foot, and I slipped. I fell with a cold, startling, splash, and quickly dunked my whole entire sticky body, and sat on the rocky, ocean floor, four feet from the sandy, toasty, shore of the beach.“Huh? Owe! What the? Hey, whoa, huh? Oh, look!” I exclaimed. I looked down. There was a dark, brown wood corner, of a small or giant block or wood or something. Litter, I thought. Nothing exciting. I was going to just go somewhere else, but then I stopped. Maybe it’s something cool, I thought to myself as I bent down again. Litter isn’t blocks of wood. It must be part of something. I slightly gave a tug on it, slightly hard like a hard, slappy yank in an attempt to pull it out of the rocky bottom. It came out very easily. “What the?” I slipped and fell back a bit in the salty bottom. “Hey, it’s a… toy truck?” It looked very old, and it was soaked like it had sunken to the bottom and was stuck there since the time of the pirates. It wasn’t like a shiny, new hot wheels toy car. It was like a dull cargo truck, and the old, wooden back of the truck, the storage part, and was a dark, brown wooden cube. It had dark, black, plastic wheels jammed with lots of wet sand, and the driver’s part was also dark, black, wet plastic. It was in such weird condition I didn’t even recognize it to be an old toy truck at first. It wasn’t a 1200s pirate shipwreck with millions of dollars of rusty pirate treasure, but… “Hey look what I found!” I immediately got up and raced to Jake, who was already examining the bottom of the mucky Atlantic Ocean, and looked at me as I raced over to him. “It’s a toy truck!” “Cool!” he answered politely, taking a quick, immediate moment to flash an affectionate look. And we put it on a bright, pink towel, and immediately forgot about it as we splashed into the scratchy bottom of the fishy waves of the Atlantic Ocean, with the bright yellow sun above, brightly reflecting on the shiny, beautiful blue waves. I will never, ever, ever, forget this amazing day.

Friday, October 11, 2013

My next post

I immediately rushed, quickly staggering over the sandy, hard, rocks. The bright, shiny, white shells and dark, grainy rocks were sharp or just simply, they hurt. I should of brought flip flops I thought as I stumbled along. But way ahead, I could see the fresh, salty, cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean, with a bright reflection of the hot, bright, orange sun. The hot air smelled salty and fresh, but there was a fishy smell, too. There was a seagull who circled about like he was the shining star of the beach. I ran quickly without a minute to spare after my Californian cousin Jake and my brother, Drew, over the soft, fresh, white sand. I ran, in an attempt to jump into the wavy, rippled, blue water, passing dark, sandy, driftwood and dry sandy seaweed. I was like a breeze, running on the hot, dry, rocky, shell covered beach. But when I saw all the dazzling, bright, orange and white shells… I had never seen orange and white shells. Or shells, even. Whoa, I thought immediately. These are really cool. There was a shiny, straight orange stripe on this rough shiny one, then… “Splash!” A small, cold wave washed over them with tiny runaway ripples, and the shell blended in with the others. I quickly lost concentration, and went after my cousin and brother, who had also, taken a brisk moment to look around at the shiny shells. We immediately ran off the soft sand into the cold, sparkling waters of Florida. I immediately jumped in with a cold little splash, spreading tiny sparkling ripples through the water. It felt very cold. “This feels very cold!” I exclaimed. Suddenly, even before I had my first 60 seconds in the Atlantic, I felt something hard and slippery on my sticky right foot, and I slipped. I fell with a cold, startling, splash, and quickly dunked my whole entire sticky body, and sat on the rocky, ocean floor, four feet from the sandy, toasty, shore of the beach.“Huh? Owe! What the? Hey, whoa, huh? Oh, look!” I exclaimed. I looked down. There was a dark, brown wood corner, of a small or giant block or wood or something. Litter, I thought. I was going to just go somewhere else, but then I stopped. Maybe it’s something cool, I thought to myself as I bent down again. Litter isn’t blocks of wood. It must be part of something. I slightly gave a tug on it, slightly hard like a hard, slappy yank in an attempt to pull it out of the rocky bottom. It came out very easily. “What the?” I slipped and fell back a bit in the salty bottom. “Hey, it’s a… toy truck?” It looked very old, and it was soaked like it had sunken to the bottom and was stuck there since the time of the pirates. It wasn’t like a shiny, new hot wheels toy car. It was like a dull cargo truck, and the old, wooden back of the truck, the storage part, and was a dark, brown wooden cube. It had dark, black, plastic wheels jammed with lots of wet sand, and the driver’s part was also dark, black, wet plastic. It was in such weird condition I didn’t even recognize it to be an old toy truck at first. It wasn’t a 1200s dark brown pirate wooden shipwreck with millions of dollars of golden rusty pirate treasure, but… “Hey look what I found!” I immediately got up and raced to Jake, who was already examining the bottom of the mucky Atlantic Ocean, and looked at me as I raced over to him. “It’s a toy truck!” “Cool!” he answered politely, taking a quick, immediate moment to flash an affectionate look. And we put it on a bright, pink towel, and immediately forgot about it as we splashed into the scratchy bottom of the fishy waves of the Atlantic Ocean, with the bright yellow sun above, brightly reflecting on the shiny, beautiful blue waves.

Friday, October 4, 2013

My post for today

I immediately rushed, quickly staggering over the sandy, hard, bumpy, rough, scratchy, shiny, lumpy rocks. The bright, cool, shiny, white shells and dark, rough, pointy, light, grainy rocks were sharp or just simply, they hurt a lot. But way ahead, I could see the fresh, light blue, shiny, salty, cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean, with an extremely shiny and bright reflection of the hot, bright, orange sun. I ran quickly without a minute to spare after my Californian cousin Jake and my extremely optimistic brother, Drew, over the soft, fresh, bright, sandy, beautiful white sand. I ran, in an attempt to jump into the shiny, wavy, fishy, rippled, blue, beautiful water, passing dark, sandy, ripped, wet driftwood and dry, green, sandy, shiny, scratched seaweed. I was like a breeze, running on the hot, soft, fresh, dry, rocky, shell covered beach. But when I saw all the dazzling, bright, shiny, rough, sandy, cool orange and white shells… I had never seen orange and white shells. Or bright, shiny, sandy, scratchy shells, even. Whoa, I thought immediately. These are really cool. There was a bright, shiny, straight orange stripe on this bright, wet, scratchy, shiny one, then… “Splash!” A small, cold, dark, splashing, sandy wave washed over them with little, tiny, wavy, affectionate, shiny, runaway ripples. I quickly lost concentration, and went after my excited, jumpy black haired cousin and ready brother, who had also, taken a quick, brisk, immediate moment to look around at the shiny, bright, scratchy, sunny shells. We immediately ran off the soft sand and dark, rough, sparkling, pointy rock covered beach into the blue, cold, wavy, sparkling waters of Florida. I immediately jumped in with a cold, blue, shiny little splash, spreading tiny sparkling ripples through the water. It felt very cold. “This feels very cold!” I exclaimed. Suddenly I felt something hard and slippery on my sticky right foot, and I slipped. I fell with a little, cold, sparkling, startling, shiny, small, splash, and quickly dunked my whole entire body, and sat on the rocky, sharp, dark, wet, fishy, rough, lumpy, bumpy, ocean floor, four feet from the sandy, toasty, dry, scratched up, lumpy, rocky, shell covered shore of the beach.“Huh? Owe! What the? Hey, whoa, huh? Oh, look!” I exclaimed. I looked down. There was a dark, brown black wood corner, of a small or giant block or wood or something. I was going to just go somewhere else, but then I stopped. Maybe it’s something cool, I thought to myself as I bent down again. I slightly gave a tug on it, slightly hard like a hard, slappy yank in an attempt to pull it out of the rocky, wet, cold bottom. It came out very easily. “What the?” I slipped and fell back a bit in the salty bottom. “Hey, it’s a… toy truck?” It looked very old, and it was soaked like it had sunken to the bottom and was stuck there since the time of the pirates. It wasn’t like an awesome shiny, new hot wheels toy racecar. It was like a dull cargo truck, and the shiny, old, wooden, soaked back of the truck, the storage part, and was a dark, wet, brown wood cube. It had dark, black, plastic wheels jammed with lots of wet sand, and the driver’s part was also dark, black, wet plastic. It was in such weird and strange condition I didn’t even recognize it to be an old toy truck at first. It wasn’t a 1200s dark brown pirate wooden shipwreck with millions of dollars of golden 1200s rusty pirate treasure, but… “Hey look what I found!” I immediately ran to Jake, who was already examining the freezing bottom of the cold, giant, wavy Atlantic Ocean. “It’s an awesome, old, dark, soaked, sandy toy truck!” “Cool!” he answered politely, taking a quick, immediate, brisk moment to flash an affectionate look. And we put it on a bright, cheerful, pink, dry, sandy towel, and immediately forgot about it as we splashed into the cold, lumpy, rocky, bumpy, rough, scratchy, sharp bottom of the shiny, fishy, rough, wavy, runaway waves of the beautiful, shiny, fishy, wavy, bumpy, lumpy, rough, sharp Atlantic Ocean, with the dazzling, warm, bright yellow sun above, brightly reflection on the shiny, beautiful, blue, wavy, bumpy, rippled white, runaway waves.

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

My other post

The time I found a toy truck in the sand I rushed, quickely staggering over the sandy, hard, rough, scratchy rocks. The bright, cool, shiny, white shells and dark and light rocks were sharp, or just simply, they sharply hurt a lot. But way ahead, I could see the fresh, light blue, shiny, salty, cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean, with an extremely shiny and bright reflection of the hot, bright, orange sun. I ran quickly without a minute to spare after my Californian cousin Jake and my extremely optimistic brother, Drew, over the soft, fresh, bright, sandy white sand. I ran, in an attempt to jump into the water. But when I saw all the dazzling, bright, shiny, rough, sandy orange and white shells… I had never seen orange and white shells. Or bright sandy shells, even. Woah, I thought. These are really cool. There was an orange stripe on this bright, wet, scratchy, shiny one, then… “Splash!” A small, cold, dark, splashing, sandy wave washed over them. I quickly lost concentration, and went after my excited, jumpy cousin and ready brother, who had also, taken a quick, brisk, immediate moment to look. We immediately ran off the soft sand and dark, rough, sparkling, pointy rock covered beach into the blue, cold, wavy, sparkling waters of Florida. I immediately jumped in with a cold little splash, spreading tiny sparkling ripples through the water. It felt very cold. “This feels very cold!” I exclaimed. Suddenly I felt something hard and slippery on my right foot, and I slipped. “Huh? Owe! What the? Hey, WOAH, huh? Oh, look!” I exclaimed. I looked down. There was a dark, brown black wood corner, of a small or giant block or wood or something. I was going to just go somewhere else, but then I stopped. Maybe it’s something cool, I thought to myself as I bent down again. I slightly gave a tug on it, slightly hard like a hard, slappy yank in an attempt to pull it out of the rocky, wet, cold bottom. It came out very easily. “What the?” I slipped and fell back a bit in the salty bottom. “Hey, it’s a… toy truck?” It looked very old, and it was soaked like it had sanken to the bottom and was stuck there since the pirates. It wasn’t like an awesome shiny, new hot wheels toy racecar. It was like a dull cargo truck, and the back of the truck, the storage part, was a dark, wet, wood cube. It had dark, black, plastic wheels jammed with lots of wet sand, and the driver’s part was also dark, black, wet plastic. It was in such weird and strange condition I didn’t even recognize it to be an old toy truck at first. It wasn’t a 1200s dark brown pirate wooden shipwreck with millions of dollars of golden 1200s rusty pirate treasure, but… “Hey look what I found!” I immediately ran to Jake, who was already examining the freezing bottom of the cold, giant, wavy Atlantic Ocean. “It’s an awesome toy truck!” “Cool!” he answered politely. And we put it on a pink, dry, sandy, towel, and immediately forgot about it as we splashed into the cold and rocky bottom of the shiny, fishy, rough Atlantic Ocean, with the dazzling, warm, bright yellow sun above