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- The Wind on the River Book Review
- Appreciation!!!
- The Best School Memories!
- Shakespeare Sonnet #61
- John Milton Poem
- Person Who Influenced My Life!
- Author Paper
- Contrast Poem
- Accomplishment
- Mother’s Day Poem
The Wind on the River Book Review
May 30th, 2007 by allyssa2011
The Wind on the River
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In this story, the main character is named Griff and he is a soldier in the civil war. During the story he travels all over the place with the Confederates even though originally he was Union soldier. As a Union soldier, he was captured, put in jail by the confederates, and he was trying to make his way to the Gold Rush. The part of the story that touched me the most was that he found out later that most of his friends from the Union, were killed in battle. This touched me because Griff had no one back home and he finally found people he could rely and trust, and they all died except for one man named Willey. Willey only survived because Griff had given him a silver bell to wear around his neck, and when he was fallen on the battlefield, he rang the bell and a fellow Union soldier carried him to safety.
I relate to this story and Griff because I have three siblings and I have to fight for what I want and I can’t really trust anyone of them. None of the lessons in this book really enlightened me but the biggest lesson in this story is that there is always an alternative, other than giving up all the time. If Griff had given up, then he would have died in the confederate prison or in the battlefield.
My favorite book that I read this year was the story “Everything on a Waffle” because it was fun and it got me laughing. Over the summer, I will probably read more advanced books that are about mysteries and murders. These books will probably be from one of my favorite authors, Nora Roberts. Last summer I read her whole Key series and I loved them!
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Appreciation!!!
May 24th, 2007 by allyssa2011
I appreciate anyone that appreciates me!!! Like Crysta and Amanda and all my other friends!!!! Isn’t it funny how things like that work out!!
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The Best School Memories!
May 24th, 2007 by allyssa2011
One of my best school memories is meeting Crysta, my best friend, and doing fun and crazy things with her! For example: singing the “Rubber Duckie Song” on the way back from lunch and having me trip and fall on our friend Amanda wile singing “when i squeeze you, you make noise….rubber duckie…” Ah good times!
Crysta’s (my BFF) blog is: crysta11.learnerblogs.org
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Shakespeare Sonnet #61
May 21st, 2007 by allyssa2011
| SONNET 61 | PARAPHRASE |
|---|---|
| Is it thy will thy image should keep open | Is it because you will it to be so that your image keeps open |
| My heavy eyelids to the weary night? | My sleepy eyes at night? |
| Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, | Do you really want my sleep to be interrupted, |
| While shadows like to thee do mock my sight? | While shadows of you taunt me? |
| Is it thy spirit that thou send’st from thee | Do you send your spirit to me from wherever you are |
| So far from home into my deeds to pry, | To watch all that I do, |
| To find out shames and idle hours in me, | To find out how I spend my time; to see if I am doing something you don’t like? |
| The scope and tenor of thy jealousy? | Is this how jealous you really are? |
| O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great: | But no! Your love may be strong, but it is not that great: |
| It is my love that keeps mine eye awake; | It is my own love for you that keeps me awake at night, |
| Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat, | My own true love that watches all that I do (keeps me out of trouble) |
| To play the watchman ever for thy sake: | For your sake. |
| For thee watch I whilst thou dost wake elsewhere, | For you alone I watch, while you are waking somewhere far away, |
| From me far off, with others all too near. | You are far from me, while others are too near. |
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John Milton Poem
May 21st, 2007 by allyssa2011
Forever Remembered Star
By: Allyssa Bunting
John Milton is like a star,
Burning with an exhilarating flame
Of knowledge and passion,
But yet so lost in the darkness
Of the world.
Like every star in the sky,
John Milton is full of loneliness and independence,
But never once was even close to being alone.
And just as every star stands still,
With no movement over time,
His poems made time stand still in our past history.
But like every star,
He burned out of existence
And only leaving but a memory
And even though he is gone,
Our remembrance of him will live on forever.
Forever Remembered Star
By: Allyssa Bunting
John Milton is like a star,
Burning with an exhilarating flame
Of knowledge and passion,
But yet so lost in the darkness
Of the world.
Like every star in the sky,
John Milton is full of loneliness and independence,
But never once was even close to being alone.
And just as every star stands still,
With no movement over time,
His poems made time stand still in our past history.
But like every star,
He burned out of existence
And only leaving but a memory
And even though he is gone,
Our remembrance of him will live on forever.
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Person Who Influenced My Life!
May 18th, 2007 by allyssa2011
In my life, one special person is Crysta W***. She is Caucasian, kind of short, and has brown eyes. Naturally she is a blonde, but her hair is a different color every two months. I met her last year in class and we became best friends.
Crysta and I have so much in common, that it would be weird if we weren’t friends. We have so much in common, in fact, that we even went horse back riding at the same place and didn’t realize it until a wile ago. She and I both are academically smart but lack a serious amount of common sense. We call that “blonde moments”. I think, because of our lack of common sense, we find almost anything funny even though everyone else finds it unethical. As best friends we have made code-names for a lot of things; for example: “CHICKEN”, but we won’t tell you what it means because it ruins all the fun.
Outside of school, everything we do seems double as fun than in school. Crysta and I are both in Honor Society so we do things like Chinese Auctions and make them fun even when they aren’t. At Honor Society events, for some reason, we seem to say things that sound odd when people walk by and we get pretty weird reactions that make us laugh.
One time, we went to McDonalds with her mom and a guy in front of us started moving his hands and told the people next to him that he had a video camera; it was so random that it made us crack up laughing. After we got our food and sat down, we saw someone we knew really well, but he didn’t notice us. We had the idea of throwing French fries at his head, but we didn’t because we didn’t think he would notice, so we talked to him instead. At the time her hair was bluish-green, so a security guard came up to her and asked her if she was Irish; we laughed because that’s something we would say to a complete stranger. After McDonalds, we went to PacSun and Crysta got two bags, two belts, and a backpack. On the ride home, we had the temptation of putting the bags on our heads, the belts around our necks, and waving to complete strangers driving by us. We got a lot of peculiar responses. One couple (a man and a blonde woman) went by us and the blonde waved repeatedly and smiled looking clueless (which most blondes do) and the man gave us a look like, “Do I know them? I sure hope I don’t because they look crazy”. That was the most hilarious group of people I had ever seen! But, with a good laugh comes a horrific moment. One older man, in a Corvette, licked his lips! I don’t know if it was at us or his lips just happen to be dry as he passed us, but it was creepy.
When we got back to my house, Crysta and I hung out a wile and then decided to go into the hot-tub. Wile we were in the hot-tub my mom came home from work and let out the dog. When she was all the way across the yard, my brother’s truck’s car alarm went off and my mom couldn’t get it to turn off. Me and Crysta had no interest in his truck so we stayed in the hot-tub. My mom came on the back porch and said not to be in there long because there were men pulled over on the side of the road and coming up to people’s houses to ask for gas. My mom told them “no” and sense my brother’s car alarm went off she had an idea that they were trying to steal gas out of the truck. When my mom went back inside, me and Crysta were out there all alone in the dark and, having no common sense, we got really scared and started hearing things. So we jumped out of the hot-tub (literally), closed the lid, and ran for our lives back into the house. Throughout that one night, we had laughed harder than ever before, saw some of the strangest things, and got scared out of our minds.
Crysta is a special person to me because being with her makes my life crazy, fun, and dangerous because when I’m with her we seem to get odd reactions from strangers and have our lives in danger from gas-stealing, weird guys.
In my life, one special person is Crysta Ward. She is Caucasian, kind of short, and has brown eyes. Naturally she is a blonde, but her hair is a different color every two months. I met her last year in class and we became best friends.
Crysta and I have so much in common, that it would be weird if we weren’t friends. We have so much in common, in fact, that we even went horse back riding at the same place and didn’t realize it until a wile ago. She and I both are academically smart but lack a serious amount of common sense. We call that “blonde moments”. I think, because of our lack of common sense, we find almost anything funny even though everyone else finds it unethical. As best friends we have made code-names for a lot of things; for example: “chicken”, but we won’t tell you what it means because it ruins all the fun.
Outside of school, everything we do seems double as fun than in school. Crysta and I are both in Honor Society so we do things like Chinese Auctions and make them fun even when they aren’t. At Honor Society events, for some reason, we seem to say things that sound odd when people walk by and we get pretty weird reactions that make us laugh.
One time, we went to McDonalds with her mom and a guy in front of us started moving his hands and told the people next to him that he had a video camera; it was so random that it made us crack up laughing. After we got our food and sat down, we saw someone we knew really well, but he didn’t notice us. We had the idea of throwing French fries at his head, but we didn’t because we didn’t think he would notice, so we talked to him instead. At the time her hair was bluish-green, so a security guard came up to her and asked her if she was Irish; we laughed because that’s something we would say to a complete stranger. After McDonalds, we went to PacSun and Crysta got two bags, two belts, and a backpack. On the ride home, we had the temptation of putting the bags on our heads, the belts around our necks, and waving to complete strangers driving by us. We got a lot of peculiar responses. One couple (a man and a blonde woman) went by us and the blonde waved repeatedly and smiled looking clueless (which most blondes do) and the man gave us a look like, “Do I know them? I sure hope I don’t because they look crazy”. That was the most hilarious group of people I had ever seen! But, with a good laugh comes a horrific moment. One older man, in a Corvette, licked his lips! I don’t know if it was at us or his lips just happen to be dry as he passed us, but it was creepy.
When we got back to my house, Crysta and I hung out a wile and then decided to go into the hot-tub. Wile we were in the hot-tub my mom came home from work and let out the dog. When she was all the way across the yard, my brother’s truck’s car alarm went off and my mom couldn’t get it to turn off. Me and Crysta had no interest in his truck so we stayed in the hot-tub. My mom came on the back porch and said not to be in there long because there were men pulled over on the side of the road and coming up to people’s houses to ask for gas. My mom told them “no” and sense my brother’s car alarm went off she had an idea that they were trying to steal gas out of the truck. When my mom went back inside, me and Crysta were out there all alone in the dark and, having no common sense, we got really scared and started hearing things. So we jumped out of the hot-tub (literally), closed the lid, and ran for our lives back into the house. Throughout that one night, we had laughed harder than ever before, saw some of the strangest things, and got scared out of our minds.
Crysta is a special person to me because being with her makes my life crazy, fun, and dangerous because when I’m with her we seem to get odd reactions from strangers and have our lives in danger from gas-stealing, weird guys.
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Author Paper
May 17th, 2007 by allyssa2011
Robert Frost
Who was Robert Frost and what did he do? Well, Robert Frost was a famous poet in the 1800s-1900s. He wrote thousands of poems which were enclosed in eight books; two of which won awards.
Robert frost was famous for his form of English writing and poetry, which brought him to have many famous poems. Two of my all time favorites were Nothing Gold Can Stay and Dust Of Snow. Robert Frost was famous from around the publish of his first two books, in 1906, to his death in 1963. Robert’s most famous book was A Witness Tree that contained a lot of dark toned poems because of problems and death in his family at the time.
Dust Of Snow
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I rued.
Robert was born in San Francisco, California on March 26th, 1874. His parents were Isabelle Moodie and William Prescott Frost and had one sister named Jeanie Florence Frost, born two years after Robert. Robert’s father had gambling and drinking problems, which lead to his death when Robert was only 13 years of age.
He convinced his mother to move and Robert graduated co-valedictorian from Lawrence High School. Married Elinor Miriam White in December 1895 and had six children with her. In October 1900, Robert settled down with his family on a farm in New Hampshire and wrote many poems that made up his first published volumes.
In 1906 Robert’s two first volumes, The Tuft of Flowers and The Trial By Existence, were published. In 1912, Robert and his family moved to England and his first book of poems, A Boy’s Will, published with a small London publisher, David Nutt. Robert had an important friend, named Edward Thomas, who encouraged Robert to write and reviewed two of his books.
Robert believed that the ear was the true writer and reader of the body and soul. In 1915, Robert returned to America in the beginning of World War 1 and Robert’s American publisher, Henry Holf, kept publishing Robert’s work throughout Henry’s life. In 1916 Robert’s third volume, Mountain Interval, was published.
Robert went to teach at the University of Michigan and at Dartmouth College. There he published his next four volumes called New Hampshire (which won a Pulitzer Prize in 1924), West-Running Brook (in 1928), A Further Range (that also won a Pulitzer Prize in 1936), and A Witness Tree (in 1942).
The volume The Witness Tree contained a lot of sad and dark poems because Robert had witnessed a lot of family problems. His youngest daughter died a slow death because of puerperal fever, his wife died of a heart attack, his daughter Irma suffered a mental illness and was institutionalized, and his son committed suicide. Most believed that Frost’s best work was in The Witness Tree.
Frost’s last volume was Steeple Bush that was published in 1947 after World War 2. Robert did his last reading in Boston to a large audience on January 28th, 1963 and went to have a prostate operation the next day. During the operation he had a severe heart attack and a series of embolisms and died.
Work Cited
Pritchard, William. “Frost’s Life and Career.” Modern American Poetry. 20 Feb 2007 <http://www.english.uiuc.edu/maps/poets/a_f/frost/life.htm>.
Thompson, Carole. “Robert Frost Tutorial.” Robert Frost Tutorial. 16 Feb 2005. 20 Feb 2007 <http://www.frostfriends.org/tutorial.html>.
“Robert Frost Quotes.” Famous Poet Quotes. 20 Feb 2007 http://thinkexist.com/quotes/robert_frost/.
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Contrast Poem
May 16th, 2007 by allyssa2011
My Dog Brandy
Appendacitous
Adorable As Can Be
Severe Pain
Happy All The Time
Hospital For A Week
The Color Of Gold
Couldn’t Eat For A Month
Amazingly She Could Smile
The Awful Smell Of The Hospital
She Has Fur That Is Fluffy As A Cloud
Scared To Death
My Dog Brandy
Appendacitous
Adorable As Can Be
Severe Pain
Happy All The Time
Hospital For A Week
The Color Of Gold
Couldn’t Eat For A Month
Amazingly She Could Smile
The Awful Smell Of The Hospital
She Has Fur That Is Fluffy As A Cloud
Scared To Death
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Accomplishment
May 16th, 2007 by allyssa2011
I started playing tennis when I was in Willow Valley, Pennsylvania. At first, it was just something fun to do at night at the hotel, but after a wile, I realized that I was good at it. So I played more and more often.
The first time I played tennis, I was extremely bad and could barely hit it over the net but it was fun so I kept on playing. My arms ached every time I swung but I never stopped. My brother was pretty good at tennis so he didn’t mind playing because he knew he would win. I played for 5 hours straight the first time and never got sick of it. Every day, after my first day playing, I went out on the court, played for hours and hours at a time, until we left Willow Valley, and returned home.
When we got home I begged my dad to get me rackets and tennis balls so I could go play all the time and he finally got them for me. I was so happy because now I could play whenever I wanted and I took advantage of that. I found myself playing tennis three to five times a week for hours at a time. When spring break came around I spent my time finding rides down to the courts and playing with my friends.
Now I do not play as often, but that is only because I have other responsibilities that I cannot avoid. I love tennis and will always love to play it. Hopefully in the future I can get a trainer and learn even more about tennis and become an amazing player!
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Mother’s Day Poem
May 16th, 2007 by allyssa2011
Ma
Your smooth gentle hands
Hard at work
Cleaning our home and
Caring for others
Managing the success of doing the same thing
Over and over again.
Your clothes are made for comfort
Something you need to survive the day
Many uniforms with colors and patterns
And silky pajamas.
Your memories of the past
With your friends and family
Bring a curious look to your face
As you reminisce every detail
Of the times you will never forget.
Your always fun to be around
When you’re not hard at work
Going to different occasions
and being the life of the party!
Dedicated to my mamma Nichole Lynn Bunting
By Allyssa Christine Bunting
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