In the elevator I went
Click The elevator strarted it’s ascent
Screech! The elevator shuddered to a stop
Then it started again with a pop!
Zip! The elevator zoomed to the right
Buzz it went as it goes to another site
Swoosh! We zipped by many nations
Until I finally came to my destination
Category Archives: English 7
Be My Valentine!
Tomboy Mandy Moore
Had a crush on the boy next door
So at school she grabbed his collar
and went a bit higher than a hollar
“Hey You! Be mine!
Be my valentine!”
She scared him off
“What did I do?” she did scoff
The very next day, again she tried
She grabbed his shoulders and cried
“Hey you! Carson Dine!
Be my valentine!”
Terrified, he ran away
“What did I do?” she did say
Throughout the day, she wondered what will she say
She waited for him at class
Where she knew that he would pass
“Please Carson Dine
will you be my valentine?”
This time, he did not quiver,
instead he smiled as wide as a river
“Of course my queen
you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”
Nature
Nature is the beautiful beach nobody’s been to
Nature is the tree being cut down
In the sky the wind makes cloud animals
Nature is the flowers dancing outside
The street is like a when a garbage can falls over
The air is like a dustcloud, not being able to see a thing
Nature is the trees swaying in the wind
The leaves riding the wind, is nature
Practicing Filming!
I have learned that it’s hard to make a movie with what we have. Nowhere in KAS really looks like a hospital except the nurse’s room. And there’s only one place with a good green screen, but there’s also white trees on it. We don’t really have any hospital things except a stethoscope and a tooth brush. And none of us have a cane so we need to use an umbrella. And none of us has any old lady clothes either.
We have finished typing the dialogue and have practiced the script for 2 weeks. We also have some props ready. We have a nurse’s coat and also a stethoscope.
We hope to be able to start filming next Friday. And practice throughtout the week before Friday. Like during lunch and maybe afterschool. We plan to find some props to use.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mS8s_0jhYoE This is us practing.
Speaking English!
The School Field Trip
March 12, 2014, Mackeral Middle School, Field Trip 9:00~3:00, Capilano Bridge.
I signed, what was fun about a bridge? Sure, it’s almost the same height as the Statue of Liberty. But the Grand Canyon is even higher! And collecting stamps in exchange for a “surprise?” LAAAAAMMEE!!!
As we walked to the bridge, I read the informational signs. It could hold about 100 elephants? Well at least I’m assured it’s not going to fall. We walked onto the bridge. Jessica was snapping pictures of everything. The boys were daring each other to spit over the side or throw pennies. Of course none of them did, only if Ms. Nun wasn’t looking. Ms. Nun is nice, but not if you do something wrong. If you make trouble in front of Ms. Nun, you will wish it had been Queen Elizabeth II who saw you do it.
“Wow, it’s pretty high,” Jeff said as he stepped carefully onto the bridge.
“It’s beautiful,” I breathed. I saw green pine trees in every direction, a wide rocky river flowing underneath. The light blue sky with puffy cotton candy clouds.
“I agree,” Cassandra said.
Jeff looked over the side. “Ms. Nun,” he said, he was turning a light shade of green, “I don’t feel good.” He was hugging his stomach. Everyone knew he was deathly afraid of heights. Uh oh, I knew everyone else was thinking the same thing.
“Is he supposed to throw up over the side or right here?” Cyrus yelled.
“None! I will NOT have you getting sick over the side or anywhere! Here, do it here.” She gave him a bag. It was too late. He puked all over the side of the bridge.
“Jeff!” Ms. Nun said, “Oh, well it’s alright, I should have been faster.” She called someone on the phone and told someone to come clean it up.
“AH!!” Jessica shouted. She was leaning over the side taking a picture of a Mallard Duck far below. But Logan bumped into her. Her she dropped her camera.
“Logan! Look at what you did!!” she shrieked, “You’re going to pay for that camera!”
“Sorry geez, hey look! It didn’t fall!” he pointed. He was right. It was dangling off the wooden plank sticking out of the bridge.
“Well I was lucky, Mom will never forgive me if I dropped it,” she said, “I can’t reach it!”
It was true the chain link wall was too high, “Calm down Jess, I’m sure we can get it back,” he looked like he was trying to reassure himself.
“Yes we will get it back,” Ms. Nun said, “everyone move forward, Jessica, a worker will come get your camera. At the end of the trip, we’ll stop by the Lost and Found.”
“Fine,” Jessica huffed, “now I can’t take pictures.”
“You can use mine,” Amy said, “I probably won’t use it anyway.”
“Oh thanks,” Jessica said.
We walked across the bridge and some people got some stamps. I decided to get some too. At the Trading Post I bought a dream catcher. I got a certificate in exchange for the stamps and we got Jessica’s camera back. Jeff threw up again but this time into a bag. I think the boys threw like $10 dollars worth of coins off the bridge and the cliff walk. This field trip turned out pretty good!
Fear Poem
My fear feels like the cold of the Arctic
My fear tastes like the smoke from a cigarette
My fear sounds like the wails of a mother who holds her dead child
My fear smells like the nothingness of space
My fear looks like a fogged up window
What am I?
What Does it Mean to Be Reflective?
Being reflective means that you go back and reflect what you’ve done deeply and carefully. Sometimes you use a rubric to reflect. You see how you’ve done and see how you can improve. It’s like double checking.
I am reflective because I read over the my work again and grade myself and see how I can do better.I also watch the videos I do to see how I can improve. Like to see if I can hear myself. Or maybe the camera is shaking. Also when I do sports or something, when I get home I think of strategies on how I can win. And when someone gives me advice on how I can improve, I listen.
I can be more reflective by taking more time to reflect. Sometimes I only reflect for like 1 minute. If I reflect longer I can improve it better because I thought about way more. If I reflect for like 1 minute, it might not make much of a difference anyway. And if you don’t reflect at all. You will improve very little. And that’s not going to help you.
This is what it means to be reflective, how it’s important , how I am reflective, and how I can improve.
I’m A…Demigod?
Something brushed up against my foot. I looked down slowly, expecting to see some sort of spider, but it wasn’t. Nothing like that.
It was a hairy…thing. I don’t even know how to describe it. It stared at me with it’s tiny black dots of eyes. He was blue and slimy, I noticed that he left a blue stain on the sidewalk. It had been following me. Then I noticed the tongue, it looked just a human tongue, but imagine that the tongue had been licking a blue lolipop with hairy sprinkles on it. THAT was what it looked like. It was just bobbing and weaving inside the body, I could barely see it behind all that hair.
I screamed and shoved my boot into it’s mouth and it flew backwards and crashed into a red fire hydrant where a dog was ah, taking a little wee. Surprisingly I didn’t hear a dog barking and growling or possibly whimpering and screaming. But I heard nothing. I looked and saw the dog peeing on the alien and it just dripped all around the alien onto the floor. And the dog turned to sniff it or something, but saw nothing unusual. A mom and a little kid came and the kid said, “Mom look! There’s blue paint on the floor!” Then they walked past the blue blob without even a second glance. Why can’t they see the blue guy? I wondered. Before I could take a picture to you know, show people, a guy crashed into me, and mumbled sorry. He had dark long hair, but not that long. And he wore a orange T-Shirt. When the boy got near the blue alien the thing changed. It became a huge hairy blue gorilla 3 eyed thing. The guy clicked a pen and the pen expanded into a sword. He raised his hand and the drinking fountain exploded. The water swirled to him and he blasted the gorilla thing in it’s eyes and bouth. Then he leaped onto the wave and as fast as lightning he used his sword and sliced the blue thing to golden dust, which blew away in the wind. And into my eyes. “Ahh!! My eyes!”
The boy looked at me and said, “It’s just sand.” then he looked like he was thinking really hard, “It uh..Must have came from the beach.”
“No it isn’t! It’s like a blue alien sliced into a million teeny tiny pieces!!”
“Yeah, chased like 20 of those little guys here. Wait, you saw that?”
“Well duh, pretty hard to miss. And last I checked, swords were illegal here.”
“This is bad.” he started muttering things I couldn’t quite catch, stuff that sounded like, Big Three, the prophecy, gotta make a plan.”
“I know right? Aliens are coming!”
“No, it’s not that,” he said, “where are your parents?”
“Dude, why do you care? And it’s parent. Singular.”
“Whoa that’s bad, you’d better come with me.”
“No dude, I know about kidnapping and you look like a kidnapper with that sword and shield.”
“Well trust me, I’m not a kidnapper.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Okay what am I supposed to do? What’s your name anyway?”
“Your name first.”
“Sheesh, fine, Percy Jackson.”
“Like the book? And it’s Claire.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t read.”
“I know about you, you’re dyslexic and ADHD.”
He looked really surprised, “Do you uh, know that you’re a you know, demigod?”
“I am??”
“Might.”
“I wish I could be one.”
“You’re weird, being a demigod is dangerous, and how do you know what that is?”
“I read.”
“Hmm…You’re not dyslexic. You should get to camp. Would you’re uh, mom or dad mind if you’re gone?”
“Course not, they don’t even pay attention to me, and it’s my mom.”
He looked alarmed, “Oh no. Okay come on we need to get you to camp fast.”
“Why are we in a hurry?” we started running.
“Prophecy, Big Three, you might be one of them, powerful, know who you are, monsters.”
“Oh okay, good explanation.”
“Sorry, we’ll explain everything come on!” we ran until there were a lot of trees, the trees got taller and taller. We came to a tall pine tree.
“Thalia’s tree right?”
“How do you know?”
“I read.”
“This is in a book?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s impossible!”
“Well it is.”
“Uh come on!” he lead me into a sort of camp. There was a lava wall, spewing boulders and lava and shaking. Like 50 cabins were lined up around in a U and there was a big house in the corner.
“The Big House.”
“What? How do you know all this? Oh right, you read.”
“Who’s this? A newcomer?” a guy came over. He was a human on the top, but he was a horse on the bottom. His tail swished back and forth.
“Yeah, this is Claire.”
“Chiron,” Percy interupted, “she somehow knows a lot about demigods, but not only that, she knows a lot about US, she knew I was ADHD and dyslexic and she knew about Thalia’s Tree. She says that she read it from a book.”
“Ahh,” he said, “Rick has been a spy after all, he is an author yes?”
“Yeah, Rick Riordan.”
“What? He’s the enemy?” Percy said.
“I’m afraid so.”
Percy looked panicked, “We are doomed!! He told the whole world or something about us!! Can monsters read?”
“Well even I don’t know this information. I didn’t know this information would be useful.” Chiron said as he scratched his beard.
Suddenly a girl burst into the clearing, she was big and wore a XXXL Camp Half-Blood T-Shirt, “HEY!! PRISSY!! Where’s Leo! I have to KILL HIM!!! HE PAINTED ALL OUR SWORDS PINK!!!
“Clarisse, please, calm down.” Chiron said, “We are having a conversation.” He told her what we were talking about.
“Hm…Well a newbie huh?”
“Yep,” I said.
“Too skinny to be an Ares kid, maybe you’re an Aphrodite kid?” she laughed.
“WHAT??? NO WAY!!”
“I mean look at you, a pink T-Shirt? And a necklace and bracelet? That’s all girly stuff.”
“IS NOT!!” suddenly I felt a weird feeling, like I was going to throw up, but instead of barf, it was wind. A blast of winter wind, but not from my mouth, but from around me. I remebered a long time ago, in 5th grade, we went on a field trip to a museum, when I went to the bathroom, I saw snakelike lady who tried to attack me. I remember how wind had pushed her backwards out of the bathroom. The teacher saw her trying to kill me and threatened to call the police. The weird lady disappeared into smoke. No one believed me when I said that she was half snake. It all made sense now. I was a huge fan of the Percy Jackson series, why hadn’t I realized? The winds blasted Clarisse into the toilets.
Chiron looked at me, “Well, I believe we know who your godly parent is.”
“Zeus, God of Lightning, Lord of Sky, and King of the Gods.”
We Are Starting Skits!
I have learned that skits are like short and funny plays. So now we don’t need to worry about it being too short. I learned that I like doing movies for some reason. Right now we are still typing the dialogue. Our next step is to figure out what we’re going to wear and where we are going to film it.
We just accomplished who we will be, and about 1 minute of the dialogue. Our skit is going to be about a doctor, the patient, and the nurse. The patient is me, the nurse is Nanako, and the doctor is Teresa. I’m supposed to be rude, yell a lot and is going to be tough for an old lady. The doctor and nurse are patient and nice. The dialogue is here https://docs.google.com/a/kas.kh.edu.tw/document/d/13biuhwVBaVrFCGCmOUJYWUb20fMAIXGT3EApbrSwhmY/edit
We plan to make this skit 3 minutes so I’m sure our skit will be long enough. We hope by next week we will be finished with the dialogue and planning. Our accomplishes so far took the whole class time on Friday, 2/14. We are communicating well. We email each other, chat, and we talk about it in real life.