I am a painter with a pen.

"The test of literature is, I suppose, whether we ourselves live more intensly for the reading of it."

I am an artist, a painter.
My pen is my brush, the empty page is my easel containing whole worlds and universes,
Everything from the dust on my typewriter to the vast openness of the sky.
Pen brushes page, creating pictures in the form of avid adventures and captivating chronicles.
My spine tingles with the rush of thought, the pen itching in my hand.
Rush, write, relax, repeat, rush, write, relax, repeat.
I am an artist.
I am a painter with a pen.
~by me
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Taunted, haunted,
Troubled, hurt,
But she doesn't feel it.
Laughed at, pointed at,
Talked about behind raised hands,
But she doesn't see it.
Her mind is back with her keys.
Her eyes see in between the lines,
In between the lies.
She looks at the sky and she sees opportunity.
She looks at the ground and sees a new place to tread on, to think on.
She may not have what the others do,
Ignorant bliss, hidden from truth.
She may not jump around on the swingset
Or play King of the Mountain on the slide,
Bt she will never be alone.
She will always have her keys.
~ by me
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The Poets

O ye dead Poets, who are living still
Immortal in your verse, though life be fled,
And ye, O living Poets, who are dead
Though ye are living, if neglect can kill,
Tell me if in the darkest hours of ill,
With drops of anguish falling fast and red
From the sharp crown of thorns upon your head,
Ye were not glad your errand to fulfil?
Yes; for the gift and ministry of Song
Have something in them so divinely sweet,
It can assuage the bitterness of wrong;
Not in the clamor of the crowded street,
Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng,
But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
-by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

If you haven't guessed yet, my ultimate passion is writing. I love to write, I live to recount my tales to the world. I never go anywhere without a pen and a notebook. At dinner, my parents will yell at me for not paying attention or being unsocial, but I barely ever hear them as I scratch ideas onto napkins.
Life is short. I know that, and I try to live like it. I don't mean being totally paranoid that the whole world could blow up tomorrow, as one of my favorite quotes states: "The world isn't going to end today...it's already tomorrow in Australia!" I try to live because I only have one shot at this world. I want to do something great, not necessarily something big. Something I will be proud of. I try not to stress about things too much; I meditate daily and keep a journal to sort out my thoughts. So what if I fail a quiz? On the grand scheme of things, it isn't all that important. Life is worth living. What to live for, that's different for everyone. For me, it's for writing. That's what the quote at the beginning of this post means, really. It really describes me, and writers and reading altogether.
I write to speak. I speak out, question, and contradict. Without my pen and paper and keys, I wouldn't be saying much at all. Not that I'm not loud and outspoken...*cough cough*
I know I'm writing kind of strangely right now--I have a lot of ideas and I'm just putting them down, I'm not really sorting them out. So it may seem like I'm ending kind of choppily. But I think I've said everything I wanted to say. At least, I hope so. D:

Hard

If I was a verse in the poem I would be the part to sustain life. I would be this part because I do not want to die or anyone to die that doesn’t have. An example of someone dyeing when they don’t have to is when they are first born they do not have do they were just born they have not even said hi to the world before they were taken from it again. I would like to change this because this just kills parents to have a child then loss it faster then they had it. This has happened to my aunt and uncle it was extremely said because he died before they could even take him home. I would want to change this because then no one would have to die immaturely.

The Purpose Of Lifeeee =]

The quote that was staded seems as if it is correct in my opinion.
I feel passionatly about love because it can withstand anything. I think that it is the strongest thing that we have in the world. Love is in relationships, romances, friendships, families and in every person there is love. So, it's pretty important.
I think the meaning of life is to be happy and make others happy also. I like to share the joy. I like being a very positive and outgoing person because having those qualities gives me the ability to make someone smile, which I like. Passion, happiness and love all go together. If someone has passion for something important then they will be happy. And since they're happy they'll share their love with others. It's a great process if you ask me. I think everyone should enjoy life because when you look back on it, it is very short. I'm only fourteen and though to me it feels like I've been in this world for a long time, I know that I haven't and my real journey has a long way before it ends.

The quote says: "But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."

Poetry comes in all forms of writing. Pure poetry, literature in books, songs and music are all works of art called poetry. People can understand it and think about it and love it. They live for it because it has passion which is what every human being strives to have and accomplish.

These and many other things contain beauty. Beauty is inside of everybody. I'm not talking about beauty on the outside, though it's nice, but I am talking about what is really important which is being beautiful and wonderful and imaginative inside. This is passionative again, which makes people love it.

Romance is something that just about everyone wants. Someone in their life to love and charish and talk to and listen to and understand. Getting to know that one person deep inside is so fufilling. Romance has passion and love which is why everybody wants to find it.

But the real thing everyone want to find is love. Because it is the root of all that is good. With love comes more passion than anything, more emotions that anything, more feeling than anything and more fufillment than anything. Love is something that everyone tries to achieve and if absolutely everyone wants to find it, then there must be something great, terrific and unexplainable behind it. So everyone should share the love in this world. Because with love, comes everything. It is the meaning of life. Love, is what leads to happiness, strength, accomplishment, friendship, poetry, beauty, romance, bringing people together, and it is the one thing that can be shared with everyone. It is amazing.

Poetry

Life is filled with an astounding amount of problems and solutions. The human drive is to be happy, to feel important, to feel worth. Whether you find this worth in love, entertainment or achievements, this is what humans live for. Reaching out with passion and want, we all want to complete the tasks set before us. These "goals" are what keeps everything in motion.
As a teenager we are faced with problems that we have to face on our own. Rationalizing on our own and stretching out to whatever distance to achieve that goal, to fill the empty void, to feel worth. The idea that the whole world is a poem waiting to be written is strange and so i ask, where is your verse?
If i were to contribute a verse to this all surrounding poem it would be based on Og Mandino quote "I am here for a purpose and that purpose is to grow into a mountain, not to shrink to a grain of sand. Henceforth will I apply all my efforts to become the highest mountain of all and I will strain my potential until it cries for mercy.
My verse is "Life has it's ups and downs, Building up and getting torn down, But I have worth and I will keep my head up high while I strive to complete this task, to become a champion."

My Purpose In This Life

"But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. "

Love. That is my purpose.
To both love to live and live to love.
For it is love that makes life worth living.
Poetry, beauty, and romance all are oppertunities for this thing we call love to enter our lives.
But we must take those oppertunities and use them.
Love is the only magic still left in this cruel world.
Without it, breathing is second nature, a flower is just a flower, life is sn expectation.
But with it, a breath is appreciated, a flower is a symbol, life is a gift.
Love can make the impossible, possible.
Love is a force.
It is a powerful force inside all of us.
Some are too scared that one day it will be lost.
But it is worth the risk.
I will take the risk, again and again, and know it is worth every tear.
To make love empower hate, that is my purpose.
Loving is my purpose.


Now on a less poetic note...

I have many life goals. Several of these goals are personal...I hope to change someones life, I hope to make a example of myself, I hope to see the world, I hope to save a life, I hope to enjoy my career, I hope to learn something new each and every day, I hope to learn from my mistakes, I hope to adopt a needy child, I hope to be accomplished, I hope to try new things, I hope to skydive, I hope to write a novel, I hope to be in a band, I hope to be a good mother. But these are just goals concerning me. I also like to think that every person has a purpose to being alive, every person will impact the world in one way or another. I hope to impact the world in a positive way. I don't know yet how I will, and at my age, I'm not sure anyone does.
Generally though, I hope I can make a change. I want to prevent global warming as much as a single person can. I want to protest war and encourage peace. I want to be educated enough to inform my children and my friends on what we can all do to better this world. The human race is at a turning point and it is up to my generation to change it. The media has already done a great job on influencing pop culture to be more important than world issues. I'm sure more kids in this school know about Paris Hilton than they do the kids in Darphur. Is that right? No! So I hope to do as much as I can do to help, to change, to not just accept things the way they are but to question them. That's my purpose in life.

LIFE PURPOSESSSS!!!!!!!!!!! + THE PURPOSE OF LIFE!!!!!!!!

I agree with the quote, " But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for." I believe one should try to focus on these things in life, because these are the things that make life worth living. Without love and happiness, or beauty and romance, what would there be? Work, duty, and an endless cycle of monotony, with nothing to enjoy or divide time besides night and day. Therefore, my primary goal in life is to be happy, and hopefully in that process make others happy.
Though I want to be an overall happy person, I do not want to be the kind of person that has to always appear happy even she is not. I don't want to live a fake life, I want people to see me as I truly am. So, if I'm not happy on a particular day, or week, or month, I don't want to be fake happy to make others more comfortable or happy. Many people I know are so busy trying to make others happy that they forget themselves. They put others before themselves and forget how to make themselves happy.
Also, I want to be remembered for always being myself, and being confident and happy with that person. I want to be remembered for the lives I hope to change in a positive way. I do not want to be remebered for the size of my house, or the type of car I own. True happiness does not come with material possesions, so I never want to value something material over something that is living and can truly make myself and others happy. Furthermore, I hope to have a carreer doing something I love, rather than for money. I do not want to be remembered as the person who had every material possesion money could buy, but was never happy because she didn't love or ever take the risks that are needed in order to have a life worth living.

The idea within this poem is that everyone plays a certain part in the world and everyone has something special about them that no one else has. This poem sends a good message because a lot of people don't think that they can do anything to help the world, but just little things help people everyday. Everyone has to contribute what they can to help. People need to find out who they are, and what they are good at. This poem also means that people need to do what they can to help others, and be kind to others. just being nice to a person can brighten their day and then they can brighten other people's days and the kindness can spread. I'm not exactly sure what my verse would be, but I don't want to try to be like everyone else like so many kids these days. I think the poem below, The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost is a great poem because it shows to take a different path and do what you belive is right.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood,
and I--I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost^^^


-Katie Schultz

Christmas

Christmas is my favorite holiday of the entire year. My family normally goes down to North Carolina for Christmas break. The car ride always seems to take forever. It takes 12 hours with light traffic. My mom and dad take turns driving while me and my brother are stuck in the back seat with the dog in the very back. If is cramped and uncomfortable, especially when my 6ft tall brother wants to lay down and take a nap. The first few hours of the trip arn't that bad because we leave at five in the morning so I just sleep. But right around the 6 hour mark I run out of things to do and get really bored. I even started looking at people's license plates once to see if I could find all fifty states, I found all of them except Alsaka. Once the ride down is over we go to my aunt's house where the majority of my dad's intermediate family is already staying. We normally have a small dinner and then my brother, my cousin, and me share the room up on the 3rd floor. The days before Christmas are spent going to the mall down there, hanging out with relatives, and preping for the big Christmas Eve feast. It is an Italian tradition to have 7 different courses of fish the night before Christmas. So the entire day is spent in the kitchen getting everything ready for that night. When we all finally sit down for dinner there is tons of dishes of food litering the table. There is calamari with just the right amount of breading, warm homemade crab cakes that are just barely spicy, and clam and mussels ready to soak in as much butter as I want. Then we have flounder with a zesty lemon maranade, fat stuffed squid (which I still don't have the guts to try), jumbo shrimp with pasta, and as for the rest I normally to stuffed to even eat. That night I go to sleep pretty fast because I'm so full. In the morning I wake up and wait in the kitchen with the other early risers for everyone else to wake up. Then we all meet in the living room to see what is in our bulging stockings. I love to sit on the comfy couch by the warm brick fireplace. Everyone takes turns opening the colorful presents under the christmas tree. We take plenty of pictures to remember the day and then we let the dogs come in to open their presents and play in the huge piles of wrapping paper. It is always sad when we have to leave for the long ride home and I'm already looking forward to it the next year.

poem

The idea within the poem is everyone has a certain quaulity that they contribute to the world. Whether is good or bad. My life goals are to become a magazine layout editor for Seventeen magazine. In Seventeen i could talk to some of the other editors and they could put in an article that would help people understand what they could do for the world. People that read Sevevnteen are mostly teens and teens are the furture. they will be the ones that will have to face problems when they get older and vote and make descions on certain things so they mine as well be educated on those things. I want to get married when im older. My verse is that I wantt to be able to save the planet but not in a tree huger sense. I would like to carpool with family and co-workers. I want to live in Boston so when im there i could probably walk to places if i lived colse enough. A poem that i live by is Half the world is, "Half the world was, Half the world thinks, Half the world does." by Daegal. I want to be half of the world that does. Half of the world that contributes and not the half that sits around waiting for something to happen. if you sit around waiting for something to happen nothing ever will happen you just need to go out there and do it. You cant be scared that something bad will happen because thats what makes the world go around.

- kristin bradley

Good day scholars. Today you are going to write about the idea within this quote and what are your life goals? What will your verse be? (You may even discuss a poem you really enjoy and how it helps bring more meaning to your life.)

“We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, ‘O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?’ Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?”

Enjoy life!

Writing Excercise #1

Greetings everyone!

We are back to 'blogging' today!Aren't you so excited?? :-)

Today is going to be a writing exercise! Yeah!!!! We are working on details and descriptions. So--write about something--your room, yourself, your favorite cartoon character, a description of your house,holiday, anything.

Then--Go back in and add detail and description--add COLOR, SMELL, TASTE, TEXTURE, TEMPERATURE. PLEASE highlight (italics, bold, whateva) the words you added to show your 'work.'

Please write this as a post so I may write to you and you may comment on others . . .constructively . . . .

Enjoy life!
Mrs. Gaboury

A Story of the Past, the Future and the Cold

Ice dances among the clouds. Everything around her is coated in clear crystal, and the world is silent. Each individual leaf, each blade of grass, is separate from the others, encased in its own little shell molded to its exact shape. These shells are their homes now, and their coffins later. As the cold seeps into them, they will wither and shrivel, yet still be held upright by the omnipresent ice. Come spring, they will be reborn anew, and raise their nonexistent heads to face the sun.

The girl turns, and walks, her feet crunching on the glassy grass and releasing a few lucky strands from their cases. The world is sparkling with an everlasting beauty that will be gone by the next day. She can barely see, and yet everything is within her view. She walks, and she thinks, of snowflakes, of family, of sweet kisses on happy days. Enveloped in the past, she is still in awe of the present, of the fragility and the quiet strength of the ice. It thinks that it will last forever and that life will remain within its grasp for eternity, yet it melts in its arrogancy and must return to freeze another day.

She wants to run inside, to fetch her camera, to preserve this day for as long as she can. But the ice keeps her out. It calls to her, and she is seduced by its silent brilliance. She knows that it will not last, and that no photograph can capture its spirit. The cold makes her skin tingle, and the absence of wind and sound makes her spine tingle. She could taste the bitter cold, but it mattered not, here in this frozen paradise. Quietly she attempted to pace, to preserve it all in her memory to look back upon. Again the ice crunched beneath her feet as she walked all around and back again, back through clouds of her own steaming breath. Finally she knew that her mind held as much as it could, and though she would miss this ice, though she knew that she would probably never see it again, she headed inside to once again meditate on the past, the future, and the cold.

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I'm really not sure what to highlight.....I just sort of wrote what was in my head. I don't know if I actually completed the task, but heck, I enjoyed it. This actually (mostly) happened to me last year - there was one morning when everything in my yard had frozen over and I just went out and walked around. It was really amazing - I was in awe the entire time. Go out in the cold sometimes, guys. It clears your mind :D

--Ali

Writing Exercise #1

The air inside the car is cool, and the upholstery, beige, maroon, green, ugly, is fuzzy. I run my hand over and over and over in mild agitation...
We always park down the road and across the street. I am not looking forward to the place I am going but am glad that I am going there, anyway, it is the right thing to do, and I know I would feel worse if I skip it. I slide on the plain black flats, which I discarded once in the car. I step out onto the sidewalk of Troy and close the car door, my back to the old bowling alley. I feel mildly self-conscious in the pouffy beige skirt which rustles in the wind and black shell-and-cardigan set -- definitely not what I would wear voluntarily.
The wind flutters the hair of me and my family as our dress shoes clip-clap-clip quickly across the sidewalk; we are late. We walk past the storefronts, a butcher's shop, a comical gift store with letters on the door spelling "NOPE," a scrambling of the usual greeting. Crossing the street, I see down the road in one direction black asphalt and buildings, more high-society than the places on the other side of town. Down in the other direction, tall, rectangular, squashed-together city apartments, their color washed out. We cross the street and smile at the suit-clad door-opening congregants. "Happy New Year," we exchange. Above us, the tall, ornately decorated, beautiful sanctuary part of the synagogue rises. We walk through the wide, maroon door and greet more congregants (why are they here, just waiting for latecomers? Did they grow tired of the service already?).
Of course, being late, and not inclined to stay the whole hours-long service, we are seated downstairs from the sanctuary to watch the rabbi and cantor conduct the service by means of a television screen which films them upstairs. To our right is the kitchen, with its kosher sinks and huge refrigerator, and farther on is the Trope, Sunday, and Hebrew School classrooms. I can hear the singing and chanting wafting from the upstairs. We sit.
Our rabbi, smiling, talks and leads and chants from the bimah which we watch on the screen, and we follow her lead..."We recite the Amidah on page 37 of the blue siddur..." The cantor's rich, vibrant, loud and incredibly powerful opera-worthy voice comes down from upstairs, rattling my eardrums and forcing me to suppress a giggle. Behind them both I see the ark. Across its top, "In Memoriam" of a boy who had a fatal canoe accident is written in gilded letters. On the sides, the illusion of golden columns is created by bending stripes of golden paint. On either side of the ark, seven-spoked electric candelabras are; and hanging from the top of the ark, in which the Torahs are held, is the electric eternally burning light.
In what seems a short time, we decide to leave. As we leave, we vow to stay for the whole service next Rosh Hashana. We would return in thirteen days for Yom Kippur.

Syllabus-kinda sorta

Blocks 6 & 7.

F451 Part One for 12/4
Part Two for 12/6
Part Three for 12/10
Any two short stories from the back of book for 12/12

Territor Paper #2 with rough draft and final draft due 12/10

Planet Research Project Question #1 due 12/4
Question #5 due 12/20
Questions #6 and 7 due 1/9/08

Block 8

Stargirl up to page 100, Other Names Poster, due 11/30
up to page 125, Pledge, due 12/4
up to page 145 due 12/6
finish book for 12/10

Territory #2 with rough draft and final draft due 12/10


ALL CLASSES: Weekly vocabulary quizzes and EXTRA CREDIT reading logs.

ooooo yay a writing exersise for a blog!

Well right now we are supposed to describe stuff. and seeing that i cant think of anything to describe i shall choose a random object in the room. Hum de hum hum... oooooooo! a coputer keyboard!

well i love keyboards, the keys are arrenged so ordery and yet so abstractly. all of them black with the thin uniform white lines that we have interpreted to make some sence. i love the way they feel against your fingers, how at first their is a delicate resistance but then they just give way to the force of your hand like pulling 2 magnets away from each other. and the sound of someone typing quickly even if it is noncense it always has the sound of something meaningful. i cant tell you what they smell like because my sence of smell is weaker then Bob Ewell's case against Tom Robinson (do i get extra credit for the TKAM reference?). as for taste well i have never tasted a keyboard and frankly i never intend to, it would seem a sort of blasphomy to befoul an instrument which has helped many inspired thinkers record their thoughts (even if it was just for homework and against their will).

well then that is i see a coputer keyboard. i haope you found it enlightening and that you will view this extraordinaraly common item in a different way now.

My Dogg

My dog has gott to to be my favorite part of my family. She is also my greatest achievement against my parents. This is because it took me 7 years to convince my parents to get me my little puppy is is currently one and a half years old. Her name is Arabella but we call her Bella for short. She is a pugle meaning her father was a pug and her mother was a beagle. She may look a little weird but she is one of the neatest breed there is. She is brown, golden and black, she has a straight black tail and a short nose with medium sized ears. Her favorite thing to do is destroy anything that might have stuffing. She is born killer and sleeper, and unfortunately digger of gardens. Although she can be a huge pain the times where shes asleep or tired or wants to sit with you make remember why you got a dog in the first place. There is nothing (no other word to use) cuter than seeing a dog fall asleep standing up and then fall on their face. In conclusion, I think my dog is one of the best things that I have ever gotten. And that if you arent allergic to dogs you should definitely get one yourself.

Holidays and Winter

Well...I'm not sure what to type about, so I'll just do Winter/Christmas/Holidays.
Descriptive in italics. (I'll try.)

I'm not sure if I like winter so much, but it is a pretty cool season I suppose. Snowdays and delays, who doesn't love those? Anyways, the snow flakes are always a good sign to us kids. It's wierd how we hope theres a blizzard, which is dangerous, just for the sake of getting out of school. I'm sure a lot of people think of winter as magical..but for me I just think it's a bitter cold season just trying to torment me...until Christmas comes around. I love Christmas, because it's the one day I can count on my family getting along. Seeing everyone's bright, warm smile is a rare thing at my moms house, so I try to make the most of the moment. Thankfully ther's an aftermath with Christmas, where everyone still feels happy about the day before, and are even more happy for the new year. A good part about winter is that, when it's not cloudy..well it usualy is but when its not, you can still see the sunrise and sunset with the crimson, bright yellow, pink, and orange colors. It's just nice to see it. My mom lives right near Hudson Valley college, and theres also the stadium there too. It's fun to stand outside and watch the fireworks every year on holidays, exploding in the air with sometimes blinding shine and loud, booming noises. All in all, I love the holidays and I can tolerate winter for the most part..the freezing temperatures that make your whole body tremble just annoys me, but other than that it's ok.

My Bedroom

My bedroom is SO cozy. The walls are pink with light green and light blue sponge painted on the pink. My bed is a canopy bed but i took off the canopy. My bed has a big fluffy pink and white comforter on it. Next to my bed is my teddy bear lamp and my pink alarm clock. Across from my bed is my big brown desk. The top of it has a palce where I can put pictures and the the pictures wont fall out because it has doors on it. Underneath that is a desk that opens out and three drawers underneath that. Next to my desk is my walk in closet and my window. My full lenght mirror is next to the walk in closet. My mirror is brown and it rotates up and down. My dresser is next to my mirror. It holds my clothes and on top of it is my small black TV. Also ontop of my dresser is my straighter and other stuff like that. My room is bigger than my brothers and I love it.

VOLLEYBALL

Volleyball, one of the most amazingist sports around. There is so much intensity in a game its unbelievable, you need to have passion to play this sport. you put so much sweat, tears, and surprisingly blood. If you don't have a great team you can easily get beaten no matter how good you are. When you have a team you can Trust, love, and pretty much act like sisters with then you know nothing can stop you, and even when you do lose you know that you tried your hardest and so did your "sisters". They root for you when you serve, spike, dig and save the ball, they are there for you no matter what. When you play volleyball in a competitive game you have to be " in the groove". Because if your not then you cant pay attention, serve as good as you would, and spike the ball as hard as possible. Volleyball is a committed sport, its almost like you need to marry a volleyball and say i will be with you for the rest of my life. When you love Volleyball as much as my team does the next pre-season is very much anticipated. Volleyball is mostly the love of my life, without volleyball I would be lost, and I thank the person who told me I should.

My bedrooooooom.

My room is incredible. At least I think it is. The walls are a horried red that try to cover up the sky blue they once were. The body length mirrors on one of the walls are covered in smudged and faded lipstick love notes my friends leave me. I've got a few posters, random pictures, and the cove my bed is in has tons of pictures of my friends. Speaking of that cove. Oh how I love that cove. Yasee, there's this little cut out next to my closet that is like a little cubby/cave thingy that we put my bed in. And it's pretty dank cause it feels like you're secluded and have like complete privacy.The door has pictures my friend Emily has painted me while we watched/sang Hairspray on my living room floor. The carpet is the worst shade of blue/green you will ever see and has too many burn holes to count. And my room smell fabulous. Not just good, but fabulous. It's a combo of vanilla, mint, and Texas. And I'm sure you know what Texas smells like. My bedroom always seems to be cold too. I mean, not just chilly but the kind of cold where you need like three blankets to keep a normal body temperature. But that only goes on in the winter considering that one of the two windows I have is broken. And the other window is non-existant. It's just a rectangle cut out of my wall with some cheap plywood to keep out the cold. During the summer my room gets to be pretty darn hot. If you close the door and don't turn on a fan/A.C., my room is like a suana. Beside all the stupid temperature changes my room goes through. It's the neatest rooom ever. Not neat in the clean way, but neat in a cool way. I adore my room and I wouldn't give it up for the world.

Stuff about me

My room is kind of a mess. My room is ont only messy but has its shares of holes in the wall and ceiling. theres are also a couple bad attemps at trying to cover them up. As for my house goes it is alot better looking then my room but for my house it is concidered an acomplishment if two things dont get broken in a day. But my house has light blue green walls with a leaf trim going arounde on the windows. Now in the addition it is just a place for me and my friends to hang out and talk, but mostly we just play guitar and other instruments up there. There are three guitars two of them are red and the other ones is black. There is also a nice drum set that is black and gray with gold symbols. Life is never dull though at my house sepecial with the people that are always arounde to make things funny. One thing though that is funny about my house is you can tell when my parents have decorated the house. It then changes into a place you could tell was decorated by kids.

Stuff

I live in Averill Park, about 2 miles from the middle school. My house is brown and kind of big. The only reason my house looks huge is because of the 3 car garage. My house has a sort of big backyard and a good hill for sledding down when it snows. Inside my house there is the family room, living room, dining room, kitchen, on the first floor. And on the second floor there is my room, my brother's room and my mom and dads room. And then theres a basement.......

In my family room there is a 52" TV that we just got yesterday, and a couch and a laptop. In the living room theres just a computer and 2 chairs. In the dining room theres a table, and in the kitchen theres another table (the one that we eat at) and a bunch of chairs, and a tv. (Not very exciting).

On the second floor, my room has a big bed, a 19" flatscreen comp, and a TV. In my brothers room there is an Xbox 360 (it's OURS but he uses it ALL the time, just kidding) and a TV and another big bed. In my moms room there is a huge bed, a bathroom, 2 dressers and a huge amount of empty space.


In the basement there is 3 TV's and and bunch of workout equipment things that are rarely used.

Thats it...

My story of fire

One day as I was sitting in my woods i said " Im gonna make a fire." so i did. It wasn't a really big fire it just caught to stuff and then got pretty big, but don't worry i had it under control, so I thought. The fire was so pretty and i couldn't put it out so i had to keep adding wood and stuff. Then I went way out of hand and i decided i wanted to through a spray paint can in the fire, i was like alright when i droped it in but then i realiezed before it blew up the i was in the deep dry woods. BOMB!! Uh-oh , it just caught to some trees and is now spreading, so i said to myself "I'm movin to Canada", but then i realized again that i hate canada, oh well i just burn it down too.

I ran on my bike to the train station in my backyard, and i climb to the top of a big red box car and I headed out for Canada. I went to the middle of the boring country in a big forest isolated from everyone and i cut down some trees with my awesome muscles and made myself a cabin, and i lived on a lake with fresh water, and fish, and i could hunt like a fox. So my life was good up there and i became a colorfull outdoors man.

One day when i was about 16, a bear came to my house and he became my friend, and we had tea together and talk about sports. So me and my Bear friend, Arnald hung out alot. Arnald was big and fuzzy, and ate other animals and humans just not me and whoever i tell him not to eat. Me and Arnald soon discoverd oil and we got rich and moved to Germany and then we took are money and we bought germany. So Arnald and I became the Dictators of Germany. We grew our Empire and we took over the world and became overlords, we owned everyone.

We have brought peace to earth and then we made space ships and took over the galexy, but that was easy because THERES NO OTHER LIFE.

The End

By the beutifull Jonathan R. Cretaro

My Bedroom

My bedroom is one of my favorite rooms!! It really reflects who I am. It is pink, my favorite color and most of the time it is completely unorganized. I have two average sized windows and two extremely small closets. My room is freezing cold in the winter because I keep my door shut to keep my dogs out, and in the summer my room is extremely hot because it is upstairs. I have a twin bed that always seems way too small because my dog shares it with me. On my bed there are two good sized pillows and two small throw pillows and there is a puffy white down comforter and a pink fluffy fleecy throw blanket. I have a small book shelf and two average size dressers. On one of my dressers has an extremely small television on it and there are MASSIVE amounts of clothing all over the place. My walls have an off-white wall paper with pink flowers all over it, and my carpet is also pink. I love the smell of my bedroom, but I don’t know how to describe it. It smells comforting. I always know that when I get home my room will be there in all its disgusting glory and my bed will be waiting for my every single night.

the bus ... AHHH!!!!!!

The ride in and out of school is very interesting when your ride the bus. Some days there are times were you are ahving alot of fun, when you want to shoot youself, or when your just looking out the window. Personaly the bus that I ride is all of the above. The bus is loud... very loud. If you had a head ache before you got on.. chances areits not going to go away anytime soon. Alot of people ride me bus... some of those people being Rebekah G., Jimmy W. his sister Steph , Larry and nicole perez , meagn v ( the only sane one there) and chris k. there are a TON more people who ride but if i continued, YOu would be the one who would want to shoot yourself. We have a really nice bus driver named Bill and a not so nice buss monitor named regina. lets just say some of us dont agree with her all that much. well all of us dont agree with her that much, but thasts a different story. Our bus smells, im not gonna lie. The worst case of the smell was when someone flatualed if you will and stunk up the buss. the smell reaqes all the time so dont think it was just that one time. People on my bus can be eather cruel to you, or nice to you. Theres really ni in between. Its kinda sad but i guess that just how it is. The bus had cliques, naturally. 6th gradersw stay with 6th graders. No i take that back. middle schoolers stay with middle schoolers and high schoolers stay with high schoolers, for the most part. For some reason people like my brother. Thats really scary. And then he tells high schoolers thing that arent true about me... and they believe him. It took forever for people to stop thinking I beat my brother. Yes my brother went that low and made that one up.. i dont beat my brother. I get made fun of alot on the bus. Like a couple years ago, people called me mark the crapping bald guy thinking it was funny ... but its not. And now, people think its funny to pluck my hair out... NOT FUNNYY!!!!! they say there saving up enough to make me a sock .. out of my hair!!!!!!!!!! AHHH!!!! According to the people on the buss ( cough cough jimmy w and chris cough cough ) i guess my voice is too high and very annoying. i cant help if my voice is high.. thats how god wanted me i guess. Yeah i get worked up about these things and get really annoid.. they think its funny. im very loud when it comes to these things. VERY loud. The bus is a very exiting place to be... well mine is anyway.

Snow

You know that feeling you get when the first snow comes? It's there for only a moment or two, but it's a feeling that you don't forget. Just the other day-- Saturday I think-- I had that very feeling...

I woke up at 7:00. I looked outside and at once, a smile spread over my face. I ran to the tree and turned on the lights. Then I sat on the couch and looked out the window for a few seconds. I turned on my mini tree and then the outside lights. I sat, curled up in the corner of the couch for a little while longer. I then noticed that Frosty, the inflatable snowman, was looking kind of dead. It was covered in snow and could not blow up: So, of course I crept into the garage, slipped on my cozy boots and coat, came back into the house, and tromped out the front door. I brushed the snow off of Frosty until my fingers were numb, and then turned to go back inside. When I came to the front porch, I turned around. I looked at the whole of my world for that moment. Then my mom knocked on the front window, smiling at how I did this, and smiling because she enjoyed my enjoyment. I yanked off my snowy boots and went inside to the warm atmosphere there. What a great way to begin December...

You know what's really fun? Well, a lot of things are, but here's one: Twirling around in the falling snow, almost until you fall down, letting the snow catch in your eyelashes, catching other snowflakes on your tongue...Spinning. Spinning. Spinning...The whole world is spinning... You're on the ground, but you're in the sky.

Winter Wonderland

SENEY'S RESPONSE

Come December, I anticipate the snow coming down flowing swiftly to the ground. I wait by the window so anxiously, with my nose practically on it. I feel the cool chill from the frosted window go through my body. I smell the sweet aroma of my mother's pies that were just taken out of the oven. The aroma picks me up and sprinkles me with sweetness.

Then, out of nowhere, I spot a snowflake. Flowing so innocently, no place to go but down, down...
My mother calls to me to come set the table. I try to block out everything as to spare the moment of winter's beauty. She yells once more, and I get up almost wishing I could pause what I've seen. I rush into the kitchen, clanking dishes as I try to hurry. I'm done. I run back into the living room, and what I see fascinates me. Once I walked into the room, the clouds let lose all of its contents. The snow flowing so vigoriously down like bullets from a gun. It amazes me how something so simple like snow can almost tell a story. In the beginning, the single, crisp snowflake, and now the bustle of hundreds. I run to the door in sheer excitement. I run outside in my socks and try to catch every snowflake that comes to me. It's crisp and frigid outside, but I feel so refreshed by the air. I run around, frolocking and kicking the snow as I go. I want the moment to last forever, with no worries tearing me down.

to be continued...

Winter is my favorite season. One reason for that is my birthday is december 9th :]... but there are alot of other reasons too. Snow is my absolute favorite type of precipitation. I love to look outside and just see white. The first day that it snowed, I was so excited oh my gosh!!!!!! I like to look outside the window when its snowing, and it's dark out. If you look up it feels like your falling. This season is also the wonderful holiday season. I love it when you can just feel it in the air. Also, everyone is just happy around this time of year, and everyone is in such a giving mood its crazy! Another thing I love is the FOOD. Now I love food on a regular day but the food at the holidays is 7895785 times better. It's great to be hanging around with the whole family, since it's not that often that I get to see everyone. There is only 19 days left until christmas ( and 3 days until my birthday ) so you better be good because santa will be here very soon. (:

The "mystery" man (har dihar har har)

Note: three people in Block 6's advanced class will find this totally hilarious. Please, do not give away who I'm talking about because I may have to shun you in Art. :]

(descriptions in pinkish)

The mystery man is someone that some people have seen around and have commented on his short, but obviously adventurous and daring choice of hair. It's a beautiful bond of blond meets black (and not Boy Meets World... kidding) with a weird wave-ish look to it, despite the fact that it's about an inch and a half off of his head. He has an artistic stubble of hair that's not quite a beard but not quite unshaved, with his natural black hair color. He's a bit shorter than most average kids his age but his lustful looks make up for his lack of altitude. His voice sounds like a thousand angels mumbling under their breath in a soft, low tone that any other gentlemen would tip his hat to jealously.

His love for the "I wish I was a little bar of soap, I wish I was a little bar of soap, So I could slippy and a slidey down everybody's hynie, I wish I was a little bar of soap" song would make a kid in a candy store seem like a metaphor of the past. And his artistic ability, my gosh. The way he draws is so beautiful and so crisp that Vincent Vangoh would be jealous. The way he paints is perfect and he looks so concentrated, relaxed, and focused all at the same time.

The boy is a walking Oreo--a treat everyone would love to have, if they could just get the nerve to ask for money to go and buy one for themselves... or "borrow" one from their best friend (of course, the best friend will not get their Oreo back unless they want it covered and disoriented by stomach acid and body fluids).

Christmas

Christmas is my favorite holiday and it is almost here. We always decorate my house inside and outside. We also put up our tree and decorate it every year. We actually just put it up last saturday and decorated it.I like how the tree gives the room that outdoors and great smell.
My favorite decoration is this blow up thing that is a carasal with reindeer and the christmas characters with them.But when you go outside to put it up along with the other decorations it is freezing . Also my brother put up our lights on our house when he came home from college last week. Then we have these candy cane light up things in our front yard along with another blow up thing that is pooh-bear dressed as Santa. We also have lights on our little trees outside too. Also, on our tree it is filled with colors, of blue, red, green, white, yellow, and many other colors too. They mostly come from the lights but their are plenty of color from the decorations my brothers, sister and I made from elementary school. Also, on Christmas eve we always go to my aunts house and exchange presents and have dinner their. But before then we usually go to my grandmas and exchange presents there too. Then we usually get up early and open presents Christmas day. After that we invite alot of our family over for dinner. I also love the smell of the cookies cooking and dinner being made. Then the candy canes taste great and sweet

Christmas Time

I love the Christmas Season! I love christmas time because most people are happy and nice during Christmas time. I think its a proven fact because I think I read it somewhere, but who knows for sure. People are generous during Christmas time too, I know that whenever i walk buy a salvation army bell ringer i give money even if its only 50 cents. I also like putting up my christmas tree with my family, which isn't a real one by the way because my family has allergies, but i don't. I like putting together the tree and putting ornaments on with my family while we listen to Christmas music. At the same time my brother and i argue over who put the angel on top of the tree last year and who gets to put in up this year. It's all part of the fun! I also love playing in the snow, although my brother has lacked enthusiasm over the years as i have been forced to drag him outside to play with shadow, our dog, and myself. I feel anxious and excited when hearing the "jingle-jangle. jingle-jangle." of the bells on my doggy's furry, red and white Christmas colar as he charges in the snow to find where I am. there is so much more excitement in christmas time but not enough time to tell you =)

The house was big, not huge but big. It had five bed rooms, a parlor, a sitting room, an entertainment room, a study, a basement, a kitchen, and a cathedral ceiling entrance. The house was once filled, but now is empty. The house does have furniture, but still is empty. The house was once alive with people, and emotion, but now is dead. The lawns once freshly cut on a regular basis, now a desert of waste. The pool, untouched for soo long, the tennis courts mangled with the sludge of the elements. The deck was once nice, but nothing was to be seen of it now. The eeriness grew with each passing second. Everything was scentless, unlike anywhere you would ever go. To touch the walls made you feel like you shouldn't have. It seemed that you could have explored the house for soo long, and get lost within its walls. Although I was too bashful to ask, there was a feeling that something bad had happened to those who once lived in the house. As I drove away I had been burdened with a feeling. A feeling that it was a mistake in coming, the house was scary. The great house was once a home, I could never have known.

- KYLE G.!!!

My House

I live on Main Street in Poestenkill. I have a big house, I would say. My house is mainly blue but there are parts that are white still. My house is getting new windows, siding, roofing, and some doors are being changed too. In my house there are sixteen rooms. There is an upstairs, downstairs, and cellar. In the upstairs there is a small empty room, which is blue. Next to it is my sister Nicole's room, which is white. Next to her room is a bathroom. The bathroom is made up of all wood. Then there is my sister's room, Heather. Heather's room is white with a tiger carpet. Connecting my sister's rooms and the empty room there is another hallway with stairs leading downstairs. Then there is a hall downstairs leading to the dining room. Next to the downstairs hall there is my parent's bedroom. Next to the dining room there is a kitchen. After you go past the dining room there is a living room. Next to the living is three rooms. One is the laundry room which also has a bathroom. Next to that is the utility closet and my room. My room is all blue. After the living room, there is the final room. That room is the Family room. In the family room there is a door that leads to another hall, which goes down to the cellar.

There is a door in the family room and the hall downstairs that are being replaced. All of the windows in my house but, the family rooms and living rooms were replaced. All of the floors in my house are hardwood. After my house there is also an apartment that my family owns(they are the landlords). In the apartment there are two bedrooms, a dining room, a kitchen, a bathroom, and two other rooms. My house also has a big backyard. There is also a side yard(2 of them), and a front yard. In the driveway there are four vehicles. My sister, Heather's, my sister, Nicole's, my mothers, and my fathers. On our land we have a garage.

My slightly different cat

Okay, so I have this cat named Willow. We've had him for around 2-3 years. He has a really sweet personality as far as cats are go and often I come home from school to find him sleeping on my bed very ready to cuddle. He has a petite build with silvery gray hair and neon-green eyes. He doesn't smell very nice all the time. Sometimes I think we should give him baths instead of him trying to do it.

Something happened to him not last winter, but the winter before that. He went out hunting like normal on night and didn't come back for about 6 days - that's not normal. It was probably the coldest stretch of that whole winter. It was bitter out. My younger sister and I had gone out and looked for him while he was gone but couldn't find him. It was sad. We thought he was dead. He meant allot to us - it's rare to find a cat who gets excited when you come home and sometimes just sits there meowing until you come and cuddle him.

When he came back, there was much rejoicing. I was gone when it happened but apparently he just poked his little gray head in the window and meowed his high little meow and came in. There was just one thing - he came in limping. In his front left paw (when you're looking at him from the front) paw, there were two identical bloody holes that looked pretty deep. His leg was also bent at a weird and slightly unnatural angle.

After many trips to the vet, we were able to make the assumption that Willow had been attacked and bitten - it was an answer to our many prayers that he was alive! The bight had punctured a bone and damaged a nerve so that the paw simply died. Talk about gross! The paw just hung there, slowly rotting with no feeling at all! We had to have it amputated in order to save our beloved feline.

That's right - I have a three legged cat. He is a wonder cat! He still kills birds, climbs trees and leaves us presents on our sidewalk. Our neighbors (who have a hobby of bird-watching) bought us bells for his collar to help him stop killing birds! I love him and am so grateful to God that he is alive. He is such a comfort when I'm digging my way through Earth Science Homework.

my living room =]

During the Christmas time my living room is the center of all the bustle in my house. Everyone gets together to watch the classic Christmas shows [Rudolph,Frosty], to wrap presents and to sit by the fire. My favorite time is when the fireplace is roaring with the screen on, the tree is lit, twinkling, some of my mom's little holiday lights are lit, casting their shadows on the honey colored wall and I have a huge,latte cup full of my secret hot coco.I just sit there by myself with the lights and fire and coco. The light casted by all those lights is so warm and soft and homely. It's a photographer's dream. And then if it starts snowing.. that just makes life so much better. But if I walk outside and catch a snowflake so crisp,cold,beautiful and awe inspiring. Even better is down the street there's a powerline that reaches from Albany to Massachusets. When snow falls on these powerful wires they make a buzz. This buzz is not the annoying buzz of a fly in your ear but rather the spft buzz of a bumble bee bouncing from flower to flower. I just abour adore the Christmas season. I take pictures like mad crazy. So this year is my dream. I love it alot. Like alot alot. And I just love it and the shadows on the snow and the foot prints left by little creatures. AH! <3333

The beach

Hmmm... What to write about?????? Well, I guess I'll write about one of my favorite places to be; the beach. I love the beach, and everything about it. Especially at sunset...

You walk along the sand, as the yellow-red of the sun makes shadows over the dunes. They appear to be watching you, as you take your stroll. The sand feels warm, still hanging on to the heat of the day. It warms your feet, and massages them as it caresses between your toes. It is soft, until you reach the water's edge. Then the rough sandpaper slime of the seaweed nips at the bottom of your feet. The shining water is beckoning you, calling you forth to the shallow sweetness, gently sloping to the never ending depths of the black hole below. You walk forth, to touch the chill of the evening tide. It is not uncomfortably cold, but it is like the rain that falls in the late spring, before the sweltering heat of the summer engulfs the world. It is quiet. The only sounds are the gentle sloshing of the waves, eating away the sand on the shore, and the obnoxious yells of the seagulls, as they fight over one insignificant piece of marine life. The wind blows, you hear the rustle of the dry sea-grass. it seems to be wispering to you, a gentle reminder that there is something more than life onshore.

Detailed writing assignment thing!!

My family does crazy things during this holiday season. My mom decorates the house with Christmas decorations when its the first week of November. Thenon the day after Thanksgiving my family goes out and gets our Chritmas tree. We get up very early, before the sun rises and it's still pitch black outside, and decorate it the next day. After this we bake Christmas cookies. My great great grandma passed down this secret recipe that is so good that it makes your mouth start to water just thinking about it. After the cookies bake we put brightly colored sprinkles on them. Then on Christmas eve we visit all of my family that live close enough. Then after a long and very boring visit we go to church which is also long and boring but very important to my family and myself. Then on Christmas day we get up, at about two o'clock in the morning when even the mean and dangerous chickens that live outside are asleep, and run as fast as we can downstairs to open presents. Then mom makes a Delicious breakfast. You can smell the delicious aroma of the cooking all the way outside. She always makes the best bacon in the world on Christmas day. Its crisp and doesn't have too much grease on it so it tastes absolutely delightful. Then if there is snow on the ground we go slay riding down the sleek snow top of our huge hill that we own. I love to feel the cold and fluffy snow on my face as I fly past everything on my sled. I think that the Christmas holiday is the best. It makes you feel all warm inside knowing that there is something fun and exciting just around the bend waiting for you to come and be a part of it.

~Chelsea

This is a very hard topic to write about. So many things are interesting, and details are bountiful. Ideas flow from my head like fruit from a cornicopia. And emotions from these ideas slide down my consciousness like a a mudslide. See, ive already added plentuful detail to my not knowing of what to write.

Perhaps i will write about gum, since i am chewing some right now. I could tell you of its flawvor, its texture, the aroma, and even what brand it is. Or maybe ill tell you about the fabulous game of airsoft, a sport hailed as a way to relieve trigger-happy impulses around the world. Yes, i think i will.

The first time i heard about airsoft was from my friends Peter Keller and Andrew Kowal. Andrew had recently gotten one nad so had Peter. After a while, hype began to build as it was supposed to be extremely fun and more realistsic than a war video game. Newer and better models were aquired by my friends and people got more excited.

A day passed. A few days passed. A week passed. A few weeks past. Slowly, i had show interest in this new topic, as one of conversation and intellectual thought. I inquired as to what they were, and how they worked. Apparently, a spring in the "gun" pulls back and launches a 6mm pellet at high speeds. The better the gun, the faster and longer the shot became. Of course, airsoft is completely safe, and from the research that i did, the pellets only give off 1 joule of kinetic energy, as opposed to the 12 joules given off by a paintball.

So, i looked around and found a website that sells these wonders, airsplat.com. i sifted through the pages of meaningless blather including add-ons, mods, and throat mikes, and found what i was looking for. The WELL L96 AWP Spring Airsoft Sniper Rifle. All black and mostly metal, weighing in at twelve pounds, this puppy is a behemoth in the airsoft world. A metal bipod supports your aim, and the 3x-9x scope allows for miraculous headshots. In the scope, large and clearly visible crosshairs aid in target aquisition, which im sure ill need. The perfect airsoft rifle in existance. Well, probably not but, plenty powerful enough to break your nose at medium range. With 500 fps, thats feet per second for you non-airsofters out there, it would get to my target in a half a second, since the maximum range is 250 feet. That may seem like a short range, but it is very good for airsoft. In fact, some believe it to be a tiny god of sorts, one which shall guide your aim, so that you may strike true. I have named it the Gossamer, which is a non-temporal spirit, but with the ability to interact with things on the material plane.

As with all sports that revolve around shooting each other, the neccesity for safety is ever present. That is why i purchased a WELL face mask, made by the same company as the rifle. Perfect for sniping, the goggles are thin but durable, allowing me to get my eye close to the scope. Patented sniper gloves keep your hands warm in the winter months, (exactly when ill be playing this since im going to get all of this for Christmas), but still keep the ability of fine touch, good for my job in the squad. A Tactical Vest housing my back-up fire arm, the UHC Ruger P89 Spring Airsoft Gun, a pistol with 280 fps and 26 rounds, and an ammo case. The vest is black, and has many mag slots for various types of clips. However, since i have only one clip, which i would re-fill when its empty, i needed a place hold ammo. Thats why i decided to get the ammo case, a square atachment that would go onto the back of my vest, which is MOLLE (pronounced Molly) compatible. MOLLE is the military name for the modular armor and load-bearing equipment.

Well, i think that i have been very descriptive in my decsribing of my ecounter with Airsoft. I will be getting all of this on Christmas, and soon afterward i will be able to start gunning down my friends and performing advanced squad tactics. That is, if i dont shoot myself before that.
Neil signing off.

Writing Exercise

In my house, dwells a magnificent creature. This being has a head of cascading blonde hair, which just misses the shoulders. If you view this life form from the front, below the hair you'll see two Sapphire drops of perfection which radiates the color of an azul Caribbean sea as he peers out across the looming countryside. He sports a nose of perfect angles, and lips of lustrous wonder. He possess' the build that the gods only hope to obtain. A beautiful pale complexion intrigues even the most jaded fans of perfection. He walks a confident and comfortable stride as he works toward success. He has the undeniable intelligence of a PHD certified astrophysicist and the personality of a saint. Never has there been such a divine being gracing the earth with his presence. The ground he walks on is instantly glorified and made holy. Legions of women and assorted men worship his path. The name alone is sacred: Peter Keller. (Note: THIS IS SIMPLY AN EXERCISE. THE AUTHOR IS BY NO MEANS THIS CONCEDED.) With mucho love
Peter Keller

My Bedroom

The walls of my bedroom are the colors of dark purple and a warm gold. The top half is purple, and the bottom half is gold. I have a large bed up against the back wall that has a smooth white net canopy over it. The comforter is purple with flowers and very fluffy. I have a white desk with a computer, and a small table next to that with my slow, noisy, old printer. I have a white bookshelf with my new iPod base and the books that are important to me, and my music books along with my alto saxophone under the big shelf. I have a white night-stand next to my bed, and a large wooden armoire that hold my clothes. My closet is on the other side of my bed.

~Madeline

Writing Excercise #1

My favorite place to go to is a certain spot in my yard. There is this one tree that is huge and kind of branches off into two trees. It's big and brown with a ton of really deep green leaves on it. It looks over my driveway on one side and my yard on the other, but is still hidden by the other trees around it. I can see past my driveway, into the woods and can see part of my neighbor's house. The other way I can see my house, my screen house, the dog fence, and part of my other neighbor's house. It's kind of hard to explain, unless you've been to my house. I love this spot because there is this one branch that is low enough to the ground so I can sit on it and let my feet hang off. It's just long enough for mybe two people to fit and there are branches above it that would be good for climbing. I used to go there all the time when I was younger, but not so much anymore, which I regret. I used to go and just sit and think, or write-I got some really good ideas from that spot. My two cousins, little sister and I built a "tree fort" on it a couple of years ago, so now there are two planks of wood (from a fence) on the branches. One plank is laid across the branch that I used to sit on and the other is angled on the ground to hold the first one up. When it snows in the winter the tree gets really pretty, with sparkling white snow all over the branches, except for that one branch that I use for sitting. I think I will have to go back there today to fix the fort which finally fell down (we thought it would fall down a week after we made it-it's not very stable).

My favorite season is winter. I really like winter because of the snow. I love waking up in the morning in a warm bed and looking out my window and seeing white. The trees,ground and road are all just covered in a blanket of snow. Then when the sun comes out it makes the snow sparkle. Its so pretty. When I go outside the cold air hits my face and its refreshing. The white fluffy snow is just so much fun to tromp around in. Then after being outside in the cold, it feels sooo good come into a warm house. Since it is also Christmas time someone is always baking so when I enter the house all I smell is cookies or some other time of treat. When I smell the evergreen and hear the Christmas music playing softly in the background and see the snow outside it really puts me in a good mood. During the holiday season I can never be in a bad mood, but if I am, I can never stay that way for that long. =]

Christmas Eve

On Christmas Eve, my family has many traditions. My dad and I go to the noisy, crowded mall to finish our last minute Christmas shopping. We have to hury throught the mall so that I have time to wrap all of the presents, big and small, that we bought. Sometimes, I have to be creative to wrap the uniquely shaped presents. After a yummy, but quick dinner, we light the sweet smelling bayberry candle for good luck. Then we rush off to the Christmas service. I am usually in the short pageant with the cute children. Towards the middle of the service, everyone lights the little, "handhleld" candle that they have and we sing silent night. It is beautiful. We go home in the cold and hang up our stockings that we've always had. Then my Dad and I read The Night Before Christmas from a large, old book. I put the intriguing Christmas presents from my grandparents under the tree and try to sleep and wait for Christmas day.

Christmas

Christmas is an awesome time of the year. I mean,...you get presents, and there id great food. i love seeing my family, especially my new baby cousin, who is 11 months old. I am good at baby sitting, so I have to baby-sit him while the rest of my family is doing other stuff. My favorite picture is Christmas morning because there are so many colors. there are the colors of the trees and lights, the colors of the presents, and the wrapping paper, the color of the family room, and the color of everyone's clothes. Also, I love sitting at the kitchen table and seeing everyone scurrying around, trying to get the Dinner ready before everyone else complains about how hungry they are. and of course, it is awesome seeing all of the colors of the food on the table. the red of the Ham, the green of the esparagus, the yellow of the corn, the white of the potatoes. And of course, the deserts. The brown of brownies, white of the vanilla ice cream and so much more. And of course, the temperature change, it is always hot in the kitchen, warm in all the other rooms, and cold in the cellar. I always have to run down to the cellar to get all the frozen foods, or re-park the cars, or see if it is still snowing. i always have to see if it is still snowing. After i get back in the house, i have to go to my room and change clothes.

Peace To The World,
Christian

At twelve o'clock I lay in bed and stared out the window. From high above, the moon shone out from upon the clear, icy, celestial emptieness, and in through my window. It was a great, bright disc, usually silver, but on this summer night it was tinted with a pale, glden-orange. I loved it's color, and the way it shone over the earth and with it's rays, bathed everthing it touched in a whitish glow, and in their absence, created black shadows. But even these shone, somehow. It's radiance attracted me, fascinated me, and left me staring at it, hypnotized. I was drawn to it. Slowly, quietly, I slipped out of bed, letting my feet drop to the soft rug. Like a ghost, I walked through the hallways of my darkened home, and eased open the door to the screen porch. I walked out and stood upon the wet grass, breathing in the night.

my room

I would describe my room as a blue room with three average sized windows and two closets. I have a wooden, queen sized loft bed with a black futon couch and my laptop under it. There is also a bulitin board that is part of the loft bed were i keep picture and tickets from places i have gone. I have shelves with little statues, mostly of dolphins, on them and a dresser which is placed in an indent in the wall, were i keep the statues that hold candles. There is also a black, foldable landry hamper were i keep all of the dirty close but the clean close iare usaully in a chair or on the ground. Personaly, i think my room smells the best in the house because i dont let any of the pet in it. i also like were my room is in the house because its right over the heater and airconditioner, so in the winter its warm and in the summer it is cool. Its also on the west side of the house so when the sun rises i dont see it there for i can sleep in with out being disterbed, although it isannoying in the after noon because the sun is very bright and always tries to blind me when i walk into my room.

Window Pane -- Warning! Old blog that somehow never got posted!!

Cool, refreshing is the glass against my cheek, my nose
As I press my vigilant visage to the pane.
A deep, dancing blue that is reflected in my eyes,
And which my eyes reflect to the sky.
A sweet, swirling solid mist of darkness that ripples and whirls,
Foams and curls, twists and twirls.
And each sharp blade of grass pierces my eye
But together they create soft, gentle, rolling hills
That taste so sweet to my body.
And each flower is a color of feeling, of emotion,
Orange, yellow, blue,
Wild, happy, sad.
A tree stands tall,
Tall and strong,
Its leaves dancing lightly in the breeze.
Outside is inside,
Inside is outside,
I am the window pane.
My window painted me.

Writing exercise 1

My room is the best place in my house...accept the garage.....When people walk into my room they usually get cold because I keep my window open 24/7 because I like the fresh air to be in my room, also at night i listen for coyotes which i can usualyl see from my window. My dog and I both sleep in my bedroom so sometimes it smells like my dog but that's not a bad smell it usually goes away because my window is open...the smell usual takes longer to go away if my dog was passing gas that night...My walls are sponged light and dark blue.. with posters and pictures all over the walls...on one wall there is more posters and pictures than there is visable wall. my window faceses the woods in the back of my house...so somtimes me and some friends will be four wheelin, burning stuff, or wrking on a zipline, etc., and I will go inside for a little while go up to my window and start shooting at them with my pantball gun....this usaly leads to a paintball war the next day. It is also good that my window faces the woods becasue i can sit on the edge of my window that is upstairs and i can look out for turkeys, cyote or dear.

lasly i would like to say about my room is it is an AWSOME sleeping area. I sleep really good in my bedroom and if yu cant sleep good in your BEDroom what is the point in having a BEDroom?

Christmas

I love the Holiday christmas. It is a time where families come together and spend time together. It is a time of good food and gift giving. It is a great time off school. You can just it home and relax, and do whatever you want. I also love the snow. I love what it does to the ground it makes it into a new kind of landscape. I also love the christmas tree. With all the lights and ornaments it is just cool looking. Nothing is better though than comming downstairs in the morning and seeing all the presents from Santa =]. Although i dont get may anymore because the stuff i want are so expensive it is still really cool. The best part about Christmas has to be family though. I get to see family member i some times dont get to see for a few years, depending on how the plans for the holidays go. I just lo0ve everything about the holiday season, everything is so cool looking at is a time of joy.

Every year i look forward to putting up my families christmas tree. We used to get a real tree every year but now we have an artificial christmas tree. I like real christmas trees more becuase i love the the distinctive scent and glow of a real tree. My mom trys to compramise with me by buying yankee candle tree scent but its not nearly the same. Still i love out christmas tree. The tree is now so full of ornaments you are lucky to see any of the tree. My favorite ornament is my orange MM. I also love our angle. he is sopposed to be a bad angle and he has a sling shot and a black eye. i also love how our christmas tree take up room in our living room so the entire room is more crowded. i guess it just feels more homey to me and i love the glow the christmas tree glows. i think just the mood a christmas tree sets is something i enjoy. I love on christmas eve when its cold outside and out living room is filled with warmth from the crackling. I guess christmas time is my favorite time of year becuase of all the decoration and traditions. I also love all the small details that briong everyone together. I can't wait for christmas.

Writing 1

Walking out onto the dark green turf, eying the enemy. Feeling the rough texture of the ground. The smell of rubber engulfs you and the tempature of half freezing chills you to the bone. Walking to the assignes postion you get your mental focus together. Your stance is of that of a bull ready to charge at your target. As the colorless overlooker strolls onto the arena your wait, heart pounding, legs flexing for the sound. The simple sound that starts a battle over the weapon. Your enemy stands confident in their colors and in vainity. As the sound blows the battle commences, sudden rush of adrenaline rushes your legs and your thoughts race. Like a simphony of brush strokes and spinning colors, your team weaves the black and white weapon in and out of the enemy.
Panic rushes the enemy at the sight of your team and they retreat to defend their precious goal. Thoughts racing, legs moving, the voice of your teammate echos in the stadium, the pass comes at high speed and in the last second your shut down by the fowl smelling keeper of their goal. Acting instinctivly, your legs dig into the turf, running backwards to try and retrive what was lost. At this moment perspertation is layering your skin to make an oder and the taste of salt touches your lips and your body tempature is increacing. Then your leader beckens you to the safety. Another teammate takes your place. As you sit you think. Thoughts about the most powerful enemy and how to defete them pounds into your head. You throut burns with the longing for liquid. As you reach into your torn, oder stained bag you grab the liquid of revival. The taste is that of cold ice, colorless in form and the liquid slips down your parched neck.
The battle carries on and the stadium seems to get colder as the time runs out. Each side is straining for energy and the color of their face is drained as the final bell rang.

My Powerful Lunchbox

Today, I am going to discuss the amazing "powers" of my Superman Lunchbox. It is a tin lunchbox that I recently got in New York City. It is relatively small and has the red superman logo on the front and the back. The frontal Superman symbol is slightly three demensional and sort of "pops out". The majority of the lunchbox is blue, but there is a little bit of green near the logos. There is a navy blue handle. On the sides of the lunchbox there is a small white figure representing Superman. On the bottom it says "SUPERMAN" in big bold dark blue letters outlined in red. There is an effect on the lunchbox to make it look vintige due to the little scartches thoughtout it. But, despite this look, the lunchbox feels completely smooth because it is tin. The inside is silver and always smells like prestles, apples, cookies, and my sandwhich of the day. The hinges are silver too, including with the hinge that actaully opens the lunchbox. The opener makes a snapping sound when shut. My lunchbox itself makes a loud sound when dropped on the ground (like yesterday in Geometry class when everone jumped in their seats startled from the noise). I would never taste my lunchbox, but the things inside it are always dilicious! I really like my lunchbox because I wish I was Superman, or Superwoman...I want to save the world, with my lunchbox by my side.

Thingy

My room is very cool. It is medium size I think. I like it very much it is sweet. It has many things in it, it has a bed a TV that only works for movie and a radio/cd/casset player. That let me chill and sleep in it I like it a lot. I think my room smells, it smells like chocolate stuff. My room also has a bed with covers that are sweet looking. My room also has a clothing drawer that has clothes in it that is made of wood.

christmas

Christmas is in 19 days. My family and I always decorate our tree. This year our tree is tall and fat. My mom and I always decorate a gingerbread house. The gingerbread house is all colorful the roof has skittles, and stars, and gumballs of pink, purple, blue, orange, yellow, red, and green. We put snow on top of the house to make it look more realistic. the house is the size of a toaster. I usually make cookies with my mom and her friend but this year im not going to be able to all my days are booked. I told my mom to bring me back cookie dough! We usually make stars, ginerbreads, candycanes, and bark that we put frosting and sprinkles on.Tonight im going to see TSO (Transsiberian Orchestra) with my dad and my cousin Charlie. Im excited because people said the light show was really good and colorful. On christmas moring i wake up at 7 and open presents with my mom and dad. Then at like 9:30 we go over to my grandmas house and my aunts uncles and cousins are there. We get to open more presents and eat quiche! It's the best food ever and i only get it twice a year. Theres ham, egg, chesse, and sausage in it. YUM!

Kristin.<3

Christmas (writing excircise)

My favorite time of the year is Christmas time. I love being with my family and seeing everybody that comes up from South Carolina. I love the delicious smell of the ham coming fresh out of the oven and all of the desserts being made. Even though sometimes there is a strong blizzard or it is extremely cold outside you would never know it by the warmth and love inside the house. My favorite part of Christmas time is seeing both sides of my family. On Christmas eve I always gather with my moms side of the family and we exchange gifts and eat dinner. Also, we all play games together and have a good time. Then, on Christmas day we go over to my aunts house on my dads side. We always have a huge dinner with so many delicious foods and desserts, but of course not untill after we open all of our wonderfull presents!! All of the kids usually play with their gifts or just hang out. All of the parents hang out and talk to each other. One year when it was really bad outside and it was snowing really hard some of the people that were coming from far away would stay and sleep over and have a good breakfast in the morning. All of these things are tradition every year. Very rarely do we change what we do on Christmas, and I love that!!