What is school like for me?


• A place to hangout with my friends

• A place I can learn stuff

• A stereotypical middle school

• A place to meet new people and make new friends

• A way to get a good job if I get good grades

• Not great at times



Wake up every day at seven am, get dressed and eat. Get a ride to the bus stop and wait a few minutes for the bus. When it gets there hop on and talk with my friends for a while until we get to school then hang with my other friends till class starts. I only got one class with my friends in them but I know some people in my class I talk to sometimes.

 My favourite classes are Social Justice and probably art but, I don’t have art this term because I had it last term, and it is only once every three terms. The other two are digital media arts and drama. But they changed digital media arts to Info Technology witch I'm mad about because I liked and was good at digital media arts.

 And they didn’t even tell us they changed it until I got the class. I wouldn’t have signed up if I had known about it because instead of doing art on the computers we learn how to type home row and about business. I think it may be helpful but it shouldn’t be in the art program. Digital media arts had a reason to be there because it was art on the computer.

 But other than that my classes are pretty good, except for English. For some reason I have all ways had a problem with writing. I don’t know why but sometimes I just can't write. It’s not like I don’t want to write I just can’t. Other times I can just sit down and type a thousand words just in twenty minutes. It’s like I have writers block but sometimes I can write fast and good quality too it’s weird. Like I had an idea for a book and I just wrote about that for like twenty minutes and I wrote a lot. it was in small font to and it was good quality and I wrote is in like twenty minutes so it was fast and I didn’t have to think about it or like have trouble not thinking of ideas it wasn’t hard at all and I actually enjoyed english writing it wasn’t that bad.

I wake up every day at 7:00am. I get dressed and eat. Then I get a ride to the bus stop and wait a few minutes for the bus. When it gets there I hop on and talk with my friends for a while until we get to school then I hang with my other friends till class starts. I only got 1 class with my friends in them but I know some people in my class I talk to sometimes. My favourite classes are S.J and probably art but, I don’t have art this term because I had it last term, and it is only once every three terms. The other two are D.M.A and drama. But they changed D.M.A to I.T witch I'm mad about because I liked and was good at D.M.A. and they didn’t even tell us they changed it until I got the class. I wouldn’t have signed up if I had known about it because instead of doing art on the computers we learn how two type home row and about business. I think it may be helpful but it shouldn’t be in the art program. D.M.A had a reason to be there because it was art on the computer. But other than that my classes are pretty good, except for English. For some reason I have all ways had a problem with writing. I don’t know why but sometimes I just can't write. It’s not like I don’t want to write I just can’t. But other times I can just sit down and type a thousand words just in twenty minutes. It’s like I have writers block and it won’t go away but sometimes I can write fast and good quality too it’s weird. And there a little red mice on the laptop but there always missing.

Here's some highlights of my Christmas break. I got to see my uncle who lives on Vancouver island and my causen's. One is six and the other turned 1 on boxing day I was there for her 1st Xmas and her 1st birthday. on Christmas right when we were putting the turkey in the stove the stove stopped working. so they had to cook it in the BBQ. but it turned out good though and everyone liked it.

When I woke up and saw the snow it reminded me of when I was a kid and I built wondrous snow forts. Remembering back there was this one time I had trampoline and I built a big ring of snow around the bottom of the trampoline and used the trampoline as the top of the fort. But it had some holes in it. Luckily I had the greatest fort when I had snowball fights with my friends. I made a gigantic igloo. Although I could only squeeze in to it, I would hide in it during snowball fights and make more snowballs. I would play outside for hours then come inside freezing and curl up by the luminous fireplace with a blanket and drink hot chocolate and lazily drift to sleep. On Christmas I would always look outside and watch the snow it snowed on every Christmas I can remember I hope this year I can wake up on Christmas and see the snow outside and get reminded of when i was a kid.

snowman/october object

I stare at the kids that run by laughing. The cold doesn't seem to bother them as they run around throwing snowballs at each other. They run and jump I wish I could too but I must stand here unmoving with only a scarf to keep me warm.
For hours I stand perfectly still and the parents call their children’s names and they reluctantly head home to their houses, leaving me all alone with my thoughts.
As I look into the dimming sky I think about how spring is coming and I doubt I’ll be here to see summer I will die eventually so will all the others like me and only winter will allow more to be born and then they will suffer the same fate as us I wonder what’s the point of even living if you never change anything.
As the day’s role by it gets hotter and hotter Intel one day the ground all around me has turned green and I can barely stand.
Slowly melting my rock eye falls to the ground my stick arms fall out of their sockets then I fall over onto the grass snow flies all over. It’s all over.

gingerbread man plan

gingerbread man

What is your object thinking?
how Christmas time is nice but Christmas day is bad because Santa eats him

What is your object feeling?
happy and sacred


What reaction are you looking to create in the reader?

top 10 fav words

 top 10


blasphemy

flabbergasted

periferal

archeopteryx     (AR-kee-OP-ter-iks

I want to get a skateboard I have two but there banana boards. I would like a normal board because banana boards are allot longer. I use my friends board when he comes over but id like to get one of my own, but i don't have any money so I'm trying to get my dad or mum to buy me one. They were giving away free boards at mojo's but i heard about it the day after it so i was sad because i could have gotten a free board!

A good place to board is outside my house because its got a big hill with a sidewalk that's nice and flat and you cant get going pretty fast. Across the highway there is a skate park that on the outside looks like a little bunker.

My friend told me i need to learn how to do a manual before anything else he still cant do perfect but hes pretty good at it.

sentence fluency planng

SKATEBOARDING

what kind of board
tricks
places to skateboard

I love Halloween, It’s my favorite holiday. I love dressing up in a costume and coming to school and seeing what everyone else is wearing. I also like to go to the Halloween dance because it's fun to hang out with your friends and listen to music and just relax and maybe talk to other people and talk about stuff. I think we should have our dances at night because a dance during the day is kinda lame although we wouldn't miss any school for it then.

I'm going to a Halloween party at my friend’s house this weekend. His dad went out and bought a bunch of fireworks and we are going to set them off. I was watching the news last night and unfortunately they are thinking of banning firework lanterns because they have stated fires in other places and fire departments think there unsafe because they might start a house fire or a fire in a tree or something like that. Well I kinda see their point but I don’t know, I think it would suck if you couldn’t have fireworks at all don’t you?

I can't hold my breath any longer. I breathe in only to get a mouth full of water. My vision blurs I blackout my last thoughts how could this happen.

Five hours earlier in the best western hotel 15^th floor: “smack!” I topple off the bed with a face full of pillow and land face first on the carpet. “ha-ha! Got you right in the kisser!” yells Jake “o ya!” I growl. I get up from the floor and him a punch right in the stomach. “OWW!!! Hey what was that for!” he says with a scowl. “For the rug burn on my face!” I say. “Hey did it stop raining yet?” I ask Jake. He looks out the window and grimly replies “no”. “Darn! It's been raining for three days when will this let up!” I say sadly. “Well I'm just glad for the flood gates. lets watch some TV I'm bored” Jake says. “OK” I reply. I switch on the TV. A high pitch ringing filled my ears a flood warning is on the screen. I look at Jake and say “I'm sure the gates will stop it” I smile because I know Jake hates storms. After watching TV for a few hours we both went to sleep.

Smash! I wake with a start. The sound of grinding metal and smashing brick fills the air, I fall spinning water splashing everywhere I just have time to make out a wall two feet from my face. Crack! My head throbbing a voice lulls me out of my sleep. I try to ignore it and return to my sleep but something is shaking me by the shoulders I open my eye to see Jake shaking me “cut it out” I say to him and push him away wondering why hes so worried. Suddenly I remember everything I sit up and look around in alarm. And find I am laying on the wall, so is everything else in the room all covered in wet and the floor is filled about ankle high with water. Confused I stand up in the shallow water when some water gets in my eye. I wipe it off and find it red. Shocked I look at the at the water around me and find it bloody. A fresh wave of pain reminds me of my head. I rays my hand and touch my forehead. A jolt of pain surges through my body and I collapse my hand coverd in blood. Jake runs and catches me right before I hit to ground. He helps me up and I ask “how bad is my head?” he goes pail and says “not good. We better bandage it up or you might bleed to death. He sets me down against the upside-down bed. Still confused why everthings on the wall I look out the shaderd window by his feet and only see black. Curios I stick my hand out the window, only to hit a wall of black outside the window. I try to scape some of the black stuff off and get a small bit. I lift it above the water to find it looks formilar. Suddenly it click “it's asphalt. now it makes some scene somehow the hotel fell over and the flood water mush be leaking in! but shouldn’t the gates have stopped it?” I think to myself. Just then Jake reenters my view with a little fist aid kit from in the bathroom. He hurrys over and quickly bandages my head. Once hes finished he asks “can you walk now?” I stand pain fly's though me again but not quite as strong this time. I almost fall again but regain my balance and keep upright

Scaredy student

Scaredy student always sat at the back of the class because the teachers just terrified him in all his classes. And so he never asked questions or even heard what the teachers were saying. He had the report cards to prove it. One day on a crisp spring morning class began like any other, scaredy student took his place at the far back corner of the room and began doodling in his binder mrs.furns his teacher was saying something about all the kids did their homework (except for scaredy student) but scaredy student just tuned her out and continued on his drawings half way through drawing his man eating dinosaur when the daily announcements came on. “Good morning r.m.s next week is think pink week remember to wear pink or buy a wrist band and could the following students please report to the office timmy timberson man manerson and scardy student." scardy student was