Friday, November 14, 2008
lip gloss
lip gloss was invented by a girl who was born of glitter.The glitter inspired people and she was the most famous person in her time.She had a idea to have everyone be sparkly.For a long time she was not seen in public.Her fans got mad and killed everyone until they found her.Soon the girl found out what has been happening and told everyone what she has been doing.And she was making something so everyone can be sparkly.She named her new invention lip gloss.Everyone loved it and she got more famous.And soon the prices for lip gloss went up.The fans for lip gloss went even more mad and killed 11 people a week.The girl had to lower the prices so she would not get killed. then the girl died from old age.
Friday, November 07, 2008
money in braille
One way for blind people to know if they have the right amout of money is to print money in braille.Some people dont think of the blind.They have coins in braille now they need dollers in braille credit cards and chekes.In Amarica the main sours for useing money is credit cards.So if they could make credit cards in braille the blind would have it easy.
Monday, November 03, 2008
30 Jasmine
Jasmine Aileen Cruz
September 25, 2008
Autobiography: The Kidnapper
My mom and I were walking in the parking lot of Wal-Mart one late night. My brother and daddy were putting the cart away. There was a man following me. My mom got in the car while I was trying to get the door open. A man came up and grabbed my arm! He was dragging me to a car. I screamed my lungs out of my throat! My dad came running over.
The man must have gotten scared because he released me and ran away. After that, my mom and dad checked me to make sure I was okay. They kept me in the house for a week. There was no sign of the man since. I will never forget the time when I was six, my heart pounding hard against my chest, and my dad saving my life. Three years later, about ten at night, I was watching the news. In the T.V, I saw my kidnapper’s face, staring at me. I had heard that 6 year old Katelyn Haber had been stabbed to death by this man who’s name was David something or another. \
I started to cry as I was walking to my room. Me, finely, a 9 year old girl, thinking about that one tragic after noon. What could have happened to me if my father wasn’t there? Suddenly, my eyes started stinging with all kinds of tears. I closed my eyes and fell asleep. I remember having a dream of a little girl screaming out, “Save me save me!” No one would turn to look at her. She began to scream louder and louder. Then, a man finely turned around.
He looked like my father but with a long white beard. I thought it was her father. The man said, “Good bye Rachel.” Rachel? Rachel was my friend! Maybe that’s where I got it from. When I woke up, it was 3:00. Pitch black. I fell asleep again and had no dream. It was almost like I was dead.
From then on, until I turned 10, I had dreams exactly like that one, exactly like that one but with different people. That’s a most important part in my life.
September 25, 2008
Autobiography: The Kidnapper
My mom and I were walking in the parking lot of Wal-Mart one late night. My brother and daddy were putting the cart away. There was a man following me. My mom got in the car while I was trying to get the door open. A man came up and grabbed my arm! He was dragging me to a car. I screamed my lungs out of my throat! My dad came running over.
The man must have gotten scared because he released me and ran away. After that, my mom and dad checked me to make sure I was okay. They kept me in the house for a week. There was no sign of the man since. I will never forget the time when I was six, my heart pounding hard against my chest, and my dad saving my life. Three years later, about ten at night, I was watching the news. In the T.V, I saw my kidnapper’s face, staring at me. I had heard that 6 year old Katelyn Haber had been stabbed to death by this man who’s name was David something or another. \
I started to cry as I was walking to my room. Me, finely, a 9 year old girl, thinking about that one tragic after noon. What could have happened to me if my father wasn’t there? Suddenly, my eyes started stinging with all kinds of tears. I closed my eyes and fell asleep. I remember having a dream of a little girl screaming out, “Save me save me!” No one would turn to look at her. She began to scream louder and louder. Then, a man finely turned around.
He looked like my father but with a long white beard. I thought it was her father. The man said, “Good bye Rachel.” Rachel? Rachel was my friend! Maybe that’s where I got it from. When I woke up, it was 3:00. Pitch black. I fell asleep again and had no dream. It was almost like I was dead.
From then on, until I turned 10, I had dreams exactly like that one, exactly like that one but with different people. That’s a most important part in my life.
Sunday, November 02, 2008
Socratic Seminar Discussion Topics
Topic 1: Is your "School Life" just a "brief candle" to you...or is it a torch which you hold in your hands for just a brief moment.
Topic 2: Do you want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations of learners?
Topic 3: I want to be thoroughly used up when I have to pass it on, because the harder I work the more I live.
Topic 4: I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community, and as long as I live it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can.
Topic 2: Do you want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations of learners?
Topic 3: I want to be thoroughly used up when I have to pass it on, because the harder I work the more I live.
Topic 4: I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community, and as long as I live it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can.
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