Stop wasting your time
Time is so short that you shouldn't waste it.
Sports, movies, shopping are three ways to go.
You must try each one for a little bit.
Really, it won't cost a lot of dough.
My favorite cheap sport is basketball
you can play indoors if the weather is bad,
you do not need to practice golf at all.
You'll enjoy the time since the view is rad.
Watching memorable movies is the best.
Playing video games is always fun.
Shopping for games doesn't need time to rest,
only basketball makes you run.
So these are my thoughts on wasting time
glad i could find the proper way to rhyme.
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Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Newspaper article waknuks travel
This week in Waknuk's Travels, we come across some brave sailors that go through the seas in order to search for new lands to live on. We come across the badlands. Our sailing crew sails north consistently.
Going past numerous amounts of islands and Beaches that have already been painted with a thick coat of black. The pollution and radiation levels of these parts of lands are already completely dead and cannot live anymore. We then go south, where the pollution areas are decreasing, but we can still see the deviations of animals and weird human figures.
The animals there can't be called animals because they look nowhere like them. As your Traveler, I need to tell you all of the things that occurred during this journey to the south to travel. We start the journey off of the coast of Labrador. Things are still nice and normal. We then go past the Fringes.
Then it turns all badlands. If anyone would of went past the fringes, they would've died immediately. We then go past places where the beaches are black, with no living organisms surviving. The grounds of these places are pitch black, with nothing, not even a single grass on dry land. We never go close, because you never know what these radiations will do to us.
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Going past numerous amounts of islands and Beaches that have already been painted with a thick coat of black. The pollution and radiation levels of these parts of lands are already completely dead and cannot live anymore. We then go south, where the pollution areas are decreasing, but we can still see the deviations of animals and weird human figures.
The animals there can't be called animals because they look nowhere like them. As your Traveler, I need to tell you all of the things that occurred during this journey to the south to travel. We start the journey off of the coast of Labrador. Things are still nice and normal. We then go past the Fringes.
Then it turns all badlands. If anyone would of went past the fringes, they would've died immediately. We then go past places where the beaches are black, with no living organisms surviving. The grounds of these places are pitch black, with nothing, not even a single grass on dry land. We never go close, because you never know what these radiations will do to us.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Romeo's Poem in Romeo's Point of view
Oh why is my life this miserable?
I found the love of my life,
but I couldn't save her from this cruel world.
Why couldn't the Friar deliver his message promptly?
Why did the plague strike Mantua?
Why did this happen?
Oh Juliet,
I am sorry that I couldn't give you a happy life
Before your death.
I keep thinking to myself,
why does our family have to have violence involved?
Why can't our families be in peace,
and make our love successful?
O god,
why are thou so cruel?
I don't have a god like you.
Farewell.
I found the love of my life,
but I couldn't save her from this cruel world.
Why couldn't the Friar deliver his message promptly?
Why did the plague strike Mantua?
Why did this happen?
Oh Juliet,
I am sorry that I couldn't give you a happy life
Before your death.
I keep thinking to myself,
why does our family have to have violence involved?
Why can't our families be in peace,
and make our love successful?
O god,
why are thou so cruel?
I don't have a god like you.
Farewell.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Journal Entry To Kill A Mockingbird in jems Perspective
Dear diary,
Tomorrow is the first time that Scout is going to school to learn. I wonder what kinds of thing will happen to her. Will she get bullied? Will the teacher treat her unfairly..? I am just really worried about her first day at school. Since she is so looking forward to this day. I had to send her to school on the first day. After noon, she is start to complaining. She complains about the teacher making her stand in the corner, and slapping her hand with a ruler. She then complains about Miss Caroline scolding her about her reading. She says she knows how to read, but the teacher thinks its bad for her.. I think Miss Caroline is just using another technique of teaching perhaps.....?
Tomorrow is the first time that Scout is going to school to learn. I wonder what kinds of thing will happen to her. Will she get bullied? Will the teacher treat her unfairly..? I am just really worried about her first day at school. Since she is so looking forward to this day. I had to send her to school on the first day. After noon, she is start to complaining. She complains about the teacher making her stand in the corner, and slapping her hand with a ruler. She then complains about Miss Caroline scolding her about her reading. She says she knows how to read, but the teacher thinks its bad for her.. I think Miss Caroline is just using another technique of teaching perhaps.....?
Monday, November 11, 2013
Poetic response to "The Metaphor".
Miss Hancock,
Why would you give up your precious life?
I know it was hard teaching with older people,
but you shouldn't have let them laugh at you.
I'm sorry I didn't talk to you,
or cheer you up.
You were always like a mother figure,
caring and adoring me.
I always think of you when I take a shower,
I write metaphors when I take a bath.
The knowledge you have taught me,
is priceless.
You will always be the strong Miss Hancock
in my heart.
I'm sorry.
Why would you give up your precious life?
I know it was hard teaching with older people,
but you shouldn't have let them laugh at you.
I'm sorry I didn't talk to you,
or cheer you up.
You were always like a mother figure,
caring and adoring me.
I always think of you when I take a shower,
I write metaphors when I take a bath.
The knowledge you have taught me,
is priceless.
You will always be the strong Miss Hancock
in my heart.
I'm sorry.
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Poetic Hollyhocks
Why is my life miserable..?
Everything I do is terrible.
Why do I miss you so much?
The sadness in my heart is unbearable.
I hate my mom for this.
That's my life.
I want to handle my own life.
Sadness makes me breakdown.
Sandra, I really miss you so much.
Please let me hold your hand again.
I will not let you out of my world again.
You are the only one I love.
Everything I do is terrible.
Why do I miss you so much?
The sadness in my heart is unbearable.
I hate my mom for this.
That's my life.
I want to handle my own life.
Sadness makes me breakdown.
Sandra, I really miss you so much.
Please let me hold your hand again.
I will not let you out of my world again.
You are the only one I love.
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