Math

Sometimes I speak with song lyrics and my friends don’t notice.

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Do you ever just have that thing in class where you notice you’ve stopped paying attention so you try to focus but then you’re so focused on trying to focus that you’re not paying attention to what they’re saying? To top that, you don’t even want to sometimes but you have to to understand.

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Do you ever

do you ever just have

that one class

that one class !

that just depresses you when you think about it because

oh my you hate it so much

That’s math for me.

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There are so many fruit I haven’t tasted

So many beautiful songs I have not discovered

Spices I’ve never heard of

Intruging conversations that I’ve never had

Books I’ve never read

Plants I’ve never seen

Yet I still have 90 minutes of math.

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Doing math is like

Walking on a cactus

Looking at math

Is like looking at the sun

It makes you go blind

And your brain becomes undone.

 

 

 

 

this one time…

This one time in 3rd grade I was waiting for my mom to pick me up because I missed the bus and a girl was cleaning out her backpack and a teacher was helping her and all of the sudden the teacher started yelling and the student started crying and all I heard was “YOU HAVE A GOLDFISH IN YOUR BACKPACK?!”

 

 

If you were wondering, it was just a prank. Sometimes I zone out so hard that I’m aware that I’m zoned out and I don’t feel like refocusing like that time, I didn’t see my mom when she came to pick me up!

 

~A Fantasy Novel~

Sacred Writing Time Challenge

In a house there lived an ambitious, courageous chihuahua named Anika. Not a passionate wide, giant house, filled with gold and a cozy smell, nor yet a sticky, sly, urban house with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a chihuahua-house, and that means happiness.

One day, after a troubling visit from the golden retriever Olivia, Anika leaves her house and sets out in search of three frozen motorcycles. A quest undertaken in the company of ghosts, pixies and mysterious elves.

In the search for the golden retriever-guarded motorcycles, Anika surprises even herself with her intelligence and skill as an adventurer.

During her travels, Anika rescues peanut butter, a heirloom belonging to Olivia. But when Olivia refuses to try smiling, their friendship is over.

However, Olivia is wounded at the Battle of The Friendship just before Anika preforms some serious singing.

Anika accepts one of the three frozen motorcycles and returns home to her house a very wealthy chihuahua.

 

To be continued. . .

Our Mission

First things first, let’s define a mission statement. According to Dictionary.com, a mission statement is:

an official document that sets out the goals, purpose, and work of an organization.

Although the above definition applies to an organization, you can apply it to yourself, or even a class, right?

This was probably the most fun project we did in English. I love how you can see other peoples perspective about how third (seventh) block means to them.  Our classroom’s mission statement is our opportunity to define how you think ethnicity, learning, confidence, and friendship to make our classroom amazing.

Mission statements may seem overused, unimportant and cliche, but it can help focus with the things you want to do.

Working in a group, or rather a partner, was really enjoyable. Olivia and I both had different visions about this, and we didn’t agree with each other the whole time. But somehow, with our exotic minds, we came up with one powerful packed statement.

When I saw the final statement, I appreciate how we have so many ideas from everyone to combine one unbelievable statement. To you who has picked these words out of thousands to read. Without you, these words would be meaningless, that’s the thing about words – they only hold beauty when one is there to witness it.

And I know, after reading this amazing blog post, you just want to read our final idea; let’s go!

As block 3/7 strikes, we walk in with confidence.

Whenever we set goals, we never give up.

We shall guide our own path,

be it on paper or in the classroom.

Let’s explore and make mistakes, and

together we’ll become connected in friendship.

We embrace the opportunity of our education.

We are here because we have the freedom to learn.

In this creative class, we are allowed to be messy, different,

and make unique decisions!

We have the power to write our own story.

We can inspire others or express ourselves, because

WE MATTER!

 

 

My One Little Phrase Reflection

My phrase is actually not English! My One Little Phrase is Hakuna Matata. Please don’t copy it/use it as yours. Wouldn’t be very original, would it? 😛 According to the the dictionary, my phrase means no worries, for the rest of your days. It is a Swahili phrase. (I wish I could tell you I speak Swahili, but I’m unfortunately not that cool.) To me, my phrase means for me to let go of laziness, fears of change, plus many more. The Lion King is hands down my favorite Disney movie! I believe that Hakuna Matata helped Simba through his dark phases. Basically, don’t worry, be happy. Live in the moment!! But if you were to eat a 6 month old cheese, do not mumble “Hakuna Matata” in between bites, unless you want a stomach bug.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2017!

So I was going to start off with a poem, I already wrote it, but I deleted it because it was SO DEPRESSING.

It was pretty much me going like this:

Happy new year, blah blah blah.

Honestly, it’s just a new year. What’s there to celebrate?

Excuse the negative little me, 😛

AAAAAAAAAAAAANYWAY,  what did you do for New Years? I got invited to a New Years party but I didn’t want to go..so I just watched the ball drop on TV.

Hope you had a good year and that 2017 is good to you. So far, even though it’s the second day of the New Year, 2017 has been going horrible. Today my mom had to drive my dad to the hospital because he has pneumonia. I think 2016 wasted it’s time giving me anything good. What is your New Years resolution?

 

 

I finished my first notebook!

So, yes, you read the title correctly. I finished my first notebook! Well, technically, it’s not my first. I’ve had a lot of diaries before but I’ve never finished them. I can’t tell you how many diaries I started but not finished.  Not because I don’t want to tell you, but because I honestly don’t know. I would probably write like 2 pages in it (at average) and then wait a year to start a new one. My short attention span was definitely a part of it. Or maybe because I just got bored with the work in progress I just wanted to watch TV and stuff. I remember I had this one diary that I wrote a lot in, but I never finished it. I don’t know where I put it. Starting is easy but how do you finish? I kept stalling. Every. Single. Time. I usually just lose them, I don’t think I have any of my diaries except this sacred writing time notebook, which is very sad to me….  🙁  I really tried to use this one effectively, especially since I’m older and Ms. Haseltine BOUGHT these for us, with real money! Today was my last page in my notebook, so I tried to make it really pretty. It wasn’t really an entry, it was more of like a to-do list and plans.. but I think it was a really nice page. I’m glad Ms. Haseltine had us write everyday. I enjoy writing more then I used to. Writing can be a lonely, frustrating, business. Thank you Ms. Haseltine! On to my next notebook/diary! (I will make sure to keep this one in a secure place, where I will not lose it.)

 

 

 

From Kindergarten To Sixth Grade Writing

11 years ago, I have stumbled on to the world.

//throws random confetti//

Then I went to school with…learning.

Writing. Reading. Math.

I still vividly remember that day.

I had absolutely no skill when it came to writing.

I learned how to use grammar and punctuation the right way.

I looked into dictionaries much more often.

My writing has gotten so much better.

Simply thank you everyone who has been putting up with my writing on this blog. 🙂

You are all such epictastical writers!

Now being in 6th grade, is..overwhelming just to hear that.

(I’m acting like I’m really old but)

I’ve improved in a lot,  such as writing, reading, and MATH.

I’ve also been better at extra activities, like dance, singing, and art!

Also it doesn’t take me 5 minutes to open my locker anymore! 😀

 

 

 

 

 

 

Colorful Emotions

**I don’t know about you, but I have about 2 pages left in my SWT notebook. The name of my notebook is “My Day Dreams Of Middle School” What did you name your notebook? Tell me in the comments!**

 

Anyways, here’s my poem.

Red is the anger that rages in my heart ’til you see the flames forming in my eyes.

Gold is when the sunlight shines bright in me and I’m the happiest I can be.

You can tell brown means it’s just a casual and normal day.

Green means excitement and adventures that await us.

Blue unfolds the sadness and tragedy I’ve faced.

Of course there’s the in between when two or more mix together forming a rainbow.

That’s why I hate,

but also love.

 

 

 

I Wish

I wish

that I could tell you

what this golden key unlocks.

It opens up a world of my thoughts,

and the words I don’t dare whisper

the ones I can barely mouth out.

I wish

you and I could sit together

unlocking secrets, me smiling, and giving it all to you.