tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88031131631436191272024-03-19T08:36:56.738-04:00Coraima's BlogCoraimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-66868442472363579482009-05-08T09:35:00.002-04:002009-05-08T09:46:13.215-04:00Thesis of My Documentary<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">The social issue that I am addressing is improving all of our local sports facilities. Including parks, gyms, etc. The message of this issue is to persuade the mayor to improve our sports facilities.</span><br /></div>Coraimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-12380164656295684992009-04-22T11:29:00.002-04:002009-04-22T12:14:28.584-04:00Blog CritiqueA Tree Grows In Brooklyn<br />Betty Smith<br /><br />The book A Tree Grows In Brooklyn is about a young girl named Francie and her little brother Neely growing up in Brooklyn during 1902-1919. Francie and Neely go through poverty and a lot of hard times growing up. This book made me realize that we have life easier now then people like Francie and Neely did back then. This book is also about how terrible and great life was back then. Francie made life through her eyes fun until she grew up and understood that life wasn't as great as she planned it was when she was a child. <br /><br />This book reminds me of To Kill A Mocking Bird because it shows me that not only African-Americans went through hard times but everyone was equal because they all went through hard times. In this book all of the children go through rough and hard times in school and growing up in general. In To Kill A Mocking Bird the children got through the same things with having to drop out of school to help their family around the house, to clean and grow food for themselves and others, and learning. <br /><br />The saddest part of this book to me was when Francie and Neely's dad Johnny died. The was very sick for 8 months straight from January- July and then he got better for three weeks then he got sick from August- December and he died on December 25th, 1915 at age 34. <br /><br />I would definitely would recommend this book to everyone because honestly it is one of the greatest books I've ever read. The book explains years of the children's childhood to when they get into their tween years. This book will show everyone just as it showed me that we have life easier then those who actually lived during 1902-1919 because they went through poverty and only certain people where allowed to work, and only certain were allowed to vote while others stood in the background watching and wishing that their life were easier. This book is worth five stars and it was wonderful to read.Coraimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-92170226228012073252009-04-19T15:30:00.005-04:002009-04-20T14:54:14.876-04:00Reading Response # 22A Tree Grows In Brooklyn<br />Betty Smith<br />Page 131- Page 286<br /><br /> In the past two days I've read my book club book from school A Tree Grows In Brooklyn. Everyone said that this book was a great book. I didn't believe because I'm into the mysterious-weird types of books that have amazing twists but this book bend my book types. I enjoy reading this book so much. It shows me that if we think that life is hard now it was way harder in 1902-1919. We go through better things then the people lived then did.<br /><br /> What they considered expensive back then we consider it cheap now. But we must remember it was expensive to those who had to work as hard as they could possibly imagine and we get money given to us.<br /><br /> This book takes place in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. The protagonist is Francie Nolan(really Mary Francie Nolan). And there is only one Antagonist that comes into the book when Francie is 14 years old that tries to rape her.<br /><br /> Before Francie was born her grandmother and mother had a personal mom to mom-to-be talk. Katie is Francie's mom and Mary is Katie's mom. Mary tells Katie that everyday before her children went to sleep she must read them a page from one of Shakespeare's plays and a page from the Protestant Bible even if she didn't understand all of the words. KAtie did that exactly when she had Francie and Neely (Francie's Little Brother).<br /><br /> A lot happens in this book but it's a grat book. I wait to see what happens next!Coraimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-20672134027753144642009-03-31T11:37:00.014-04:002009-03-31T12:22:47.932-04:00A Tree Grows In BrooklynLiving life in Brooklyn<br />Isn't what you think<br />A tree grows in Brooklyn<br />People fall down<br />It ain't what we want or what we talk about<br /><br />Living life is hard<br />No one knows how it is<br />A tree grows in Brooklyn<br />If you were me and I were you<br />You'd know what I mean<br /><br />Living life in Brooklyn<br />Isn't what you think<br />A tree grows in Brooklyn<br />People fall down<br />It ain't what we want or what we talk about<br /><br />You this is just fun and games<br />1902-1919 it ain't fun at all<br />Poverty<br />Living on the street<br />It ain't what you think it is<br /><br />Living life in Brooklyn<br />Isn't what you think<br />A tree grows in Brooklyn<br />People fall down<br />It ain't what we want or what we talk about<br /><br />Live life<br />Work hard<br />Play nice<br />Get along<br />A tree grows in Brooklyn<br /><br />Living life in Brooklyn<br />Isn't what you think<br />People get shot<br />People fall down<br />It ain't what we want or what we talk about<br /><br />A tree grows in Brooklyn<br />It taught us a lot<br />It went from a seed<br />To the tallest thing<br />That that grew in Brooklyn taught us everything<br /><br />Live life<br />Work hard<br />Play nice<br />Get along<br />A tree grows in Brooklyn<br /><br />Living life in Brooklyn<br />Isn't what you think<br />People get shot<br />People fall down<br />It ain't what we want or what we talk about<br /><br />A tree grows in Brooklyn<br />It taught us a lot<br />It went from a seed<br />To the tallest thing<br />That that grew in Brooklyn taught us everything<br /><br />Live life<br />Work hard<br />Play nice<br />Get along<br />A tree grows in Brooklyn<br /><br />Live life<br /> Work hard<br /> Play nice<br /> Get along<br /> A tree grows in Brooklyn<br /><br /><br />A Tree Grows In Brooklyn is the name of this song<br />Word<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nolandgrab.org/images/BIB-Tree.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 463px; height: 326px;" src="http://www.nolandgrab.org/images/BIB-Tree.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Coraimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-32209170975524782492009-03-29T17:33:00.004-04:002009-03-31T12:40:34.760-04:00Kids Choice Award<div align="center">Saturday, March 28th, 2009 Dwayne Johnson hosted the 2009 Kids Choice Award. The KCA had live preformances by the Jonas Brothers, and the Pussy Cat Dolls. The show all started with Dwayne Johnson flying in. After that they pretty much got into the awards. Jack Black was nominated Favorite Animated Movie Voice. The Tiwlight Series won Favorite Book. Jesse McCartney was voted Favorite Male Singer. Miley Cyrus was nominated Favorite Female Singer. This years KCA could have been better. When Justin timberlake was the host in I believe 2006 it was the best KCA ever! </div>Coraimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-3075158377091402522009-02-12T10:28:00.004-05:002009-02-12T10:40:08.259-05:00Hyperbole of My DogLittle Girl is my dog.<br />She sleeps like a log.<br />She has a huge mouth,<br />And eats like a hog<br />In her excitement<br />Her tail is a whip times ten.<br />When she sees food<br />Her eyes start to spin.<br /><br />Some examples of hyperboles are she sleeps like log, and eats like a hog, her tail is a whip times ten, her eyes start to spin.<br /><br />I think that the poet Autumn Jones used these hyperboles because she wanted to give us an image about how her dog reacts to food when she is being feed.<br /><h1><span><strong><span style="color:#49aade;"><strong><br /></strong></span></strong></span></h1><h1 style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><span style="color:#49aade;"><strong><br /></strong></span></strong></span></h1>Coraimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-79711746290380469732009-02-09T10:18:00.007-05:002009-02-09T10:29:35.294-05:00Red Cross<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><b>Red Cross</b></span><br /><br />by Jessica Rawls<br /><br />There she is<br />Ms. Fisher on the steps of the Red Cross<br />She sleeps there, you know<br />"The dog who jumps in the sea loses his bone!" she<br /> shouts<br />We laugh, my friends and I, and swiftly walk by<br />I notice a tear form in the crack of her eye<br />I went to her one day at the steps of the Red Cross<br />She sleeps there, you know<br />The day after she smelled of shoes<br />The skin of her face looked as if it were peeled, dried or<br /> fried around her cheeks<br />Probably from crying<br />Crying, she pulled me down and whispered in my ear<br />"When a butterfly is pinned down a stream of time<br />stops"<br />I closed my eyes and shuddered because her breath<br /> smelled like moldy<br />Porkchops<br />I smiled<br />Gave her a dollar<br />And left.<br />I went home and asked my mother about the woman<br /> always on the steps of the<br />Red Cross<br />She sleeps there, you know<br />She said her name was Vanessa<br />I thought to myself that Vanessa means butterfly<br />I heard she was crazy, my mom said<br />I ran upstairs and called the police,<br />"There's a woman on the steps of the Red Cross<br />She sleeps there, you know"<br />The police went<br />They looked<br />She was asleep to the point where she couldn't open her<br /> eyes<br />It surprised me<br />Vanessa Fisher<br />"When a butterfly is pinned down..."<br />Her stream of time stopped.<br /><br /> The mood of the poem to me is confusion, misunderstood, and depressing because in the poem it says she slept there you know and that is kind of depressing because that means that she is homeless I guess. I think that the poet wrote this poem with these moods because she wanted us to see that the lady that slept on the Red Cross was misunderstood and that confused a lot of the people that saw her.<br /></span>Coraimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-27162738197582873532009-02-06T09:16:00.003-05:002009-02-06T09:40:45.038-05:00Poetry Response: Bronx MasqueradeThe poem Bruised Love makes me feel like this girl Chankara Troupe has seen and gone through a lot of problems happen in relationships and she is sick and tired of seeing girls get hurt. This poem makes you take the time and think the types of girls that get hurt are the type of girls that let themselves get hurt. I think that the message of this poem is that girls should really take care of themselves and not let their boyfriends hit them because that shows who they really are. If you see that your boyfriend gives you a lot of souvenirs you know that they hit you for little things and if you see that he barely hits you that is how you know that he doesn't mean to hit you but you just really got him mad at you. No I can not relate to this poem at all because I<br /> don't let people hit me because that shows them that they can hit us all of the time and they will continue to hit you if you don't show them that they can't hit you and you give them the satisfactory of hitting you all of the time.Coraimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-58144187659757177752009-02-05T10:26:00.006-05:002009-02-05T10:42:51.617-05:00Poetry Response: Bronx Masquerade<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;">Open Mike </span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;">Attendance </span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;">By: Tyrone Bittings </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;">I like this poem because he talks about everyday life. Tyrone makes this poem sound like he is saying this poem out of frustration or rage because he says that his dad got shot and died. He also talks about how we should celebrate living our lives the right way today. I feel like he also says that we should celebrate our futures because once we find ours we can't change it. Tyrone talks about where he lives. This reminds me of a song called "California Love" by Tupac and another song called "Chicago" by Carl Sandburg that talk about where they live and what they feel about their home towns (or in Tyrone's place his block).</span><br /></div></div>Coraimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-63940720468921383662009-02-03T12:07:00.007-05:002009-02-03T12:23:29.518-05:00Stopping by the Woods<div style="text-align: center;"> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> <span style="font-family:Times-Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Whose woods these are I think I know.<br />His house is in the village though;<br />He will not see me stopping here<br />To watch his woods fill up with snow.<br />My little horse must think it queer<br />To stop without a farmhouse near <br />Between the woods and frozen lake <br />The darkest evening of the year.<br />He gives his harness bells a shake<br />To ask if there is some mistake. <br />The only other sound's the sweep<br />Of easy wind and downy flake.<br />The woods are lovely, dark and deep, <br />But I have promises to keep,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Times-Roman, Times, serif;">And miles to go before I sleep.<br />And miles to go before I sleep.</span></span></p><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="font-size:-1;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">The mood that this poem creates is the mood of depression and the feeling that he is tired. The other types of poetic devices that Robert Frost are rhythm, rhyme, repetition, and alliteration. I think that Robert Frost repeated the last line twice to get his point across and i think that his point is that he is tired but there are way more important things to do before he goes to sleep. I think that the speaker is feeling tired because and depressed because he says that he has miles to go before he goes to sleep and he just wants to travel those miles before he goes to sleep.</span><br /></span></span><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> </p> </div>Coraimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-58113428848194366602009-02-02T10:10:00.005-05:002009-03-29T17:33:27.979-04:00I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><pre><span style="font-family:verdana;">A free bird leaps on the back of the wind</span><br style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">and floats downstream till the current ends</span><br style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.</span><br style="font-family:verdana;"><br style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage</span><br style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">can seldom see through his bars of rage</span><br style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.</span><br style="font-family:verdana;"><br style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The caged bird sings with a fearful trill</span><br style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">of things unknown but longed for still</span><br style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">and his tune is heard on the distant hill</span><br style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">for the caged bird sings of freedom.</span><br style="font-family:verdana;"><br style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The free bird thinks of another breeze</span><br style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees</span><br style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.</span><br style="font-family:verdana;"><br style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams</span><br style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream</span><br style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.</span><br style="font-family:verdana;"><br style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The caged bird sings with a fearful trill</span><br style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">of things unknown but longed for still</span><br style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">and his tune is heard on the distant hill</span><br style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">for the caged bird sings of freedom.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></pre><pre><br /></pre></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">The inferences that I can make about this poem are that the poet Maya Angelou is comparing this bird to life. I can infer that because she says that the world is waiting for this "bird" to spread his wings and fly. She wants him to fly for everything he wants and everything he believes in.<br />The best word to describe this poem would have to be excitement because Maya Angelou is telling this "bird" all of the possibilities he has waiting for him and if he tries to spread his wings and fly. She is telling him that if he wants to he could achieve anything that he wants to by trying his all and never giving up what he wants.<br />The meaning of this poem to me is that when you want something really bad don't let it go too fast because when you lose your meaning in life you lose everything you stand for. </div>Coraimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-77321649696917425652009-01-29T10:52:00.000-05:002009-01-29T10:53:25.564-05:00Why...<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> I don't understand...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />I don't understand...<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">why there is terrorism</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">why the sky is blue</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">why the highest number is infinity</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">why there is Valentine's Day</span><br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">But most of all...</span><br /> <br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">why there is war </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">why you must be over 35 to be president </span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">why some people don't believe in aliens</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">why the Twin Towers had to fall</span><br /> <br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I do understand...</span><br /> <br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">why plants help us<br />why people look the way they do<br />why we go to school<br />why there is music</span></span></div>Coraimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-32447771435049333122009-01-29T10:18:00.003-05:002009-01-29T10:38:06.849-05:00Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/22/New_York_City_at_night_HDR.jpg/800px-New_York_City_at_night_HDR.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 529px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/22/New_York_City_at_night_HDR.jpg/800px-New_York_City_at_night_HDR.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night </span>means that once you die you can't go back to living. So you must live your life and know that death is coming so when it does you are not surprised.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The mood that Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night</span> sets the mood of depression and fury. For example, in the</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> poem it says " Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light," and that means that you are getting older and your young days are over. Once your time comes to permanently leave to<br />give it a fight and not to die that easy.<br />I think that the poet uses poetic devices because he want s to get his point across. The other two poetic devices the poet uses in this poem are simile and metaphor. The meaning of simile is comparing two different objects using the words like or as. Metaphor means comparing two different objects without using the words like or as.<br /></span></span></div>Coraimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-70060107679170827942009-01-27T19:13:00.002-05:002009-01-27T19:18:09.849-05:00Recognition<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">The wonderful poem below was written by a fellow classmate of mine named Ana. I re-wrote it in my blog to show you how well she did with her Barack Obama poem. Keep on rocking Ana. Great Job with your poem. I personally love it. </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">The Power of Change<br /></span></strong></div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">The power of change</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">We have the power to change the world,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">to change our minds,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">to think different this time.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Since we have change,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">we have hope,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">we have faith ,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">all around the world.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">We don't judge a book by its cover,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">just because is old damage or it has a color that you don't like.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">The color could be ugly,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">but the words help you change the country.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Open your eyes ,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">see through what people don't see.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Open your ears and hear him ,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">like you hear a white mans speech.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">THE POWER OF CHANGE!</span> </strong></div>Coraimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-63054788863732832862009-01-27T18:45:00.001-05:002009-01-27T18:47:10.520-05:00Amigos<a href="http://static.pyzam.com/img/funnypics/animals/friends.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 460px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.pyzam.com/img/funnypics/animals/friends.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Coraimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-71938826169705250092009-01-27T18:43:00.002-05:002009-01-27T18:45:43.780-05:00Friends 2<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">This picture will say a lot</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">But only means one thing to me</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.wondercomments.com/friends/friends_comment_04.gif" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div>Coraimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-27475476684745641872009-01-27T18:40:00.003-05:002009-01-27T18:43:05.066-05:00Friends<a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/QUOMAG/M175~Good-Friends-Are-Like-Stars-Posters.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 461px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 438px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/QUOMAG/M175~Good-Friends-Are-Like-Stars-Posters.jpg" border="0" /></a>Coraimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-84927648341328770492009-01-27T18:11:00.003-05:002009-01-27T18:32:12.488-05:00A Big Hug For You<div align="center"><a href="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u149/Margie077/hg0301.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px" alt="" src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u149/Margie077/hg0301.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">A Big Hug For You</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Would be like feeding a monkey a banana</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">So kind and thoughtful</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">You put a lot of thought </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Into what to say</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">And in what to do</span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">You arrange</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Rearrange</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">You think </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">And you rethink</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">To try</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">To make everything PERFECT</span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">This bear will tell you </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">What I can't say</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">So will you please </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Be my valentine today?</span></strong> </div>Coraimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-34874511011137998222009-01-27T12:49:00.001-05:002009-01-27T18:10:56.728-05:00The Day My World Ended<div><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 523px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1366/680170237_193c9d1c5e.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div></div><br /><p></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">I thought that this would never happen</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">You were my best friend</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">And I thought that it would stay that way</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">The world was never the same after this</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">I wasn't allowed to go</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">They said I was to young</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">I was young</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">But smarter then I looked </span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">I was furious</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">About the way it happened</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">It was like a twisted tale</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">So bizarre and strange</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">But now you are gone</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">And that demon danced </span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Right above where you were</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">I should have been there </span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">To pull her idiotic pigtails</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Out of her scalp </span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">She danced and danced right above your wooden bed</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">She tapped and knocked</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">But you didn't answer</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">She thought that you would</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">But since you didn't she took advantage</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">When she was finished </span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">She started to cry</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Then they asked her what was wrong</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">She didn't answer at first </span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">But then she murmured</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">"Tio is gone and never got to say goodbye"</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Then they asked her</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">"Then why did dance over his grave"</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">And she answered</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">"Because I want to be there too"</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">"I want to die and say goodbye to him"</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">But she can't</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Just imagine how it feels</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">To lose the one you love the most</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">It is sort of diturbing</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">In a heart breaking way</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Rest In Peace dad</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Have good and peaceful dreams</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Forever </span></strong></p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lumiere.ens.fr/~alphapsy/blog/images/frowning.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"></p>Coraimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-53184797786050589482009-01-26T17:35:00.003-05:002009-01-27T08:19:58.930-05:00Poems<div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">The child is grown, and puts away childish things.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.</span></strong></div><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">-Edna St. Vincent Millay</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">______________________________________________________________</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">And yet, to say the truth,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">reason and love keep little company together nowadays.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">-William Shakespeare</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><em>A Midsummer Night's Dream</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Act III, Scene i</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">____________________________________________________________</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Personal affection is a luxury you can have only after </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">all your enemies are eliminated. Until then, everyone</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">you love is a hostage, sapping your courage</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">and corrupting your judgement.</span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">-Orson Scott Card</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><em>Empire</em></span></strong> </div><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></strong>Coraimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-62671138147649499752009-01-26T17:15:00.002-05:002009-01-26T17:34:48.078-05:00Readers Response # 21<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Title of Book: <em>Breaking Dawn</em></span></strong></div><strong><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Author of Book: Stephenie Meyer </span></strong></div><strong><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Pages Read: Page 500- Page 600</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">'</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><a href="http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs26/f/2008/163/b/b/Breaking_Dawn_Cover_Desktop_by_IrishEyes2490.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 674px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px" alt="" src="http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs26/f/2008/163/b/b/Breaking_Dawn_Cover_Desktop_by_IrishEyes2490.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">"Dont' be afraid," I murmured.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">"We belong together."</span></strong></div><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">I was abruptly overwhelmed by the truth of my own words.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">This moment was so perfect, so right, there was no way to doubt it.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">His arms wrapped around me, holding me against him... It felt like every nerve in my body was a live wire.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">"Forever," he agreed.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">That was the blurb of the book <em>Breaking Dawn. That is important because Bella and Edward get married and go on their honeymoon. But that is difficult because they have physical contact and they end up having a baby together. They decide to name the baby Renesme as in Renee(Bella's mom) and Esme(Edward's mom) Carlie as in Carlisle(Edward's father) and Charlie(Bella's father) Cullen. The baby is very rare. </em></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">She has a gift of showing you what she is trying to tell you. Literally. She can talk but she just rather show you. She isn't all vampire or all human. Renesme is half and half. Half vampire and Half human. She has Bella's chocolate brown eyes, Edward's bronze color hair, Charlie's curls, and Edward's skin. Renesme grows at in incredible pace. By one month she looks like a tall five year old or a short six year old. Renesme is very smart. When Bella tries to read her stories(not the picture book type) she sometimes takes the book from her and starts reading the book. She is very INTELLIGENT.</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">______________________________________________________________</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong> </p>Coraimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-39064247057106358202009-01-26T14:53:00.003-05:002009-01-26T17:04:47.652-05:00They Said It Wouldn't But It Did<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>They Said It Wouldn't But It Did</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>They said this terrible things would never happen</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Two very important things</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>The Twin Towers stood proud</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>And the Titanic could swim</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>But these precious things came to an end</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>The towers fell downAnd the ship sunk</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>They thought that it would tear us apart</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>But that just made us stronger</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>We learned from our mistakes</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>That helped stay united</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>They say it wouldn't but it did</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>We planned our moves</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>We preformed them in synchronization</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>We won and lost a couple of things</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>They say it wouldn't but it did</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>They said he wouldn't become president</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>But look at where he's at</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>He has proven them wrong</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>They say it wouldn't but it did</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>He has lightened our burden</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>He has shown us the way</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>He was proven as worhty</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>They say he couldn't but he did</strong></span></div>Coraimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-70273078982991701412009-01-26T09:32:00.006-05:002009-01-26T17:08:34.206-05:00They Said He Couldn't But He Did<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Grew up in hard neighborhood<br />Didn't have respect<br />But then he ran for President of the United States<br />He had a good campaign<br />He was not ashamed of his past<br />He used it to push himself ahead<br />He is not ashamed<br />But he played a fair game<br />His words<br />His life<br />Based on hope and change<br />That said that he couldn't<br />But look at what he did<br />He made it this far<br />And now he is on the presidents wall of fame<br />He says that will change the way we live today<br />But not everyone believed him<br />They said he couldn't but he did<br />Now look at what he has done<br />He is the first left handed president<br />That may not be important<br />But on his side he has one<br />That helps him stand out<br />And it helps him fit in<br />They said he couldn't but he did<br />He did a great job<br />Running his campaign<br />They said he couldn't but he did<br />Now he lives in the White House<br />And counts a lot<br />Congratulation Barack Obama<br />They said you couldn't but you did<br />Now he did his fair share<br />He did all he could<br />And now he is at the top<br />John McCain did great<br />But not as good<br />Barack Obama did what he should<br />Now he is President of the United States<br />They said he couldn't but he did </span></strong></div>Coraimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-373064385834002792009-01-26T08:32:00.006-05:002009-01-26T17:09:27.519-05:00Piece of Cake<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Last week the 8th grade took the state wide ELA test. Some thought that it was hard. But out of the three books the second one was the easiest and the third one was the hardest. Some people in my class didn't get to finish and that just made me wonder 'Did they try s hard as they say?' The only answer to my question is another question. "Did you give it 100%?" </span></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">I would have said yes. But now that I think about that test was a piece of cake. Hopefully that cake tastes good. Because if it did I will pass the 8th grade and continue on to high school and then on to college. the test could have been a little harder but that is just me. </span></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">I am so extatic that this test was the last ELA test that I would have to take if I pass. Wow what a great test to begin the new year. Seriously I think that the test makers slcked off just a little bit becasue last year the 8th graders thought that their state test was hard. This years test was as easy as 1 2 3. </span></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">But maybe that is because this 8th grade is and always will be the smartest 8th graders that 339 has had in the year of 2009. Thank You, Thank You, Thank You. But the teachers we have are awesome. So great job Ms.Johns, Ms.Levine, Ms.Kaelin, Mr.Blanchard, and Mr.Goldsmith. You guys and ladies have helped us a lot. So this is our thanks to you as the class of 2009.</span></strong></div>Coraimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-67026542592961323962009-01-23T09:43:00.003-05:002009-01-26T17:10:39.020-05:00Inaugural Poem Response<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">I think that the poem <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Praise Song for the Day </span>by <span class="italic">written and recited by Elizabeth Alexander means that we should be ecstatic about our new America. Now that Barack Obama is our new president we should praise that everything is going to change. Barack Obama is going to be a great president and he is going to help us change everything because if he has come this far and has given us hope why in the world would he let us down now?</span></span></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="italic"><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">This poem makes me feel like Elizabeth Alexander wants us to see how eveything is going to change soon. For example, she states in the poem: </span></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">We cross dirt roads and highways that markthe will of some one and then others,<br />who said I need to see what’s on the other side<br />I know there’s something better down the road.<br /><br />We need to find a place where we are safe.<br />We walk into that which we cannot yet see.<br />Say it plain: that many have died for this day.<br /><br />Sing the names of the dead who brought us here,<br />who laid the train tracks, raised the bridges,<br />picked the cotton and the lettuce,<br />built brick by brick the glittering edifices they would then keep clean and work inside of."<br /><br />This tells me that she wants no that she knows that with Barack Obama on our side he will right what was wrong.<br /><br /></span></strong><p><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Some of the pharses that I really liked from the poem are:</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Some live by <span class="italic">love thy neighbor as thyself,</span><br />others by <span class="italic">first do no harm</span> or </span></strong><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span class="italic">take no more<br />than you need</span>. What if the mightiest word is love?<br /></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Love beyond marital, filial, national,<br />love that casts a widening pool of light,<br />love with no need to pre-empt grievance.<br /></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">In today’s sharp sparkle, this winter air,<br />any thing can be made, any sentence begun.<br />On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp,</span></strong></p><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">praise song for walking forward in that light.<br /></span></strong></div><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="italic" style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>And to me those phrases connect and say to me some people learn to accept each other no matter what is happening between them. Also that love is the most powerful thing in the world and no matter what that will always stay the same.</strong></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="italic" style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>This poem really relates to Barack Obama and his life because she states in the poem:</strong></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Say it plain: that many have died for this day.<br />Sing the names of the dead who brought us here,</span></strong></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">That means that people like Martin Luther King Jr., Sojourner Truth, Malcolm X,etc. have died fighting for the future of people like Barack Obama. They fought for the rights for African-Americans to have bright long futures.<br /></span></strong></p>Coraimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477noreply@blogger.com0