Thursday, May 17, 2007
Jacob - Jacob vs. the list
I went to school and I ate in at the cafeteria yesterday. I went to home and I can't do the list and I like camping.
Kirsten - Babble, Babble
Yesterday was......yes, well it was.....there? I don't know. Anywho, yesterday I went to school. During school I took my last two finals, math and chemistry. I did okay on the math final, but I did terribly on the chemistry final. I even found out today that the highest grade was like a 71%! That's outrageous. Oh well. It was just a really hard test...there were 71 questions that had to be done in 80 minutes. Most of the questions took a lot more than two minutes to complete since they were mainly stoichiometry and gas laws questions. This has been a very difficult semester... I have to say.
My boyfriend had his AP English test yesterday. Therefore, I didn't see him until after-school. But only for a few moments. Then I took the bus. But my best-friend (we'll call her Amy) did not ride the bus with me because she had her last class off, hence the reason why I rode the bus with another group of people I know - who also normally ride the bus. I then proceeded to walk home after taking the second bus. I arrived home early because finals changed my schedule.
Once I was home Jennifer told me about this blog. Personally I don't like blogs...but that's the way the wind blows. Anyway, after I learned about the blog, Jennifer asked me to draw vegi-tale versions of all of us. So, I did that and fixed dinner. Yep. That was my day.
Here is my "intelligent quote" of the day that I heard from one of my friends: "Don't eat poison ivy, it tastes bad..." Obviously quite intelligent.
My boyfriend had his AP English test yesterday. Therefore, I didn't see him until after-school. But only for a few moments. Then I took the bus. But my best-friend (we'll call her Amy) did not ride the bus with me because she had her last class off, hence the reason why I rode the bus with another group of people I know - who also normally ride the bus. I then proceeded to walk home after taking the second bus. I arrived home early because finals changed my schedule.
Once I was home Jennifer told me about this blog. Personally I don't like blogs...but that's the way the wind blows. Anyway, after I learned about the blog, Jennifer asked me to draw vegi-tale versions of all of us. So, I did that and fixed dinner. Yep. That was my day.
Here is my "intelligent quote" of the day that I heard from one of my friends: "Don't eat poison ivy, it tastes bad..." Obviously quite intelligent.
Ben - School Day
Okay, yesterday I went to school and at school I started out with P.E. In P.E. we played some flag football. Then we moved on to math and we are learning how to add taxes, to add taxes to the numbers. Then we did some reading where we did some plays. Then we had lunch recess. And after lunch and recess I did science and social studies. In science we are working on our roller-coaster projects and in social studies we watched a video about South America. Then I wen t home.
At home we were introduced to a new idea by Jennifer called "The Blog". After that I read and cleaned up the kitchen and then that's the end....That's the end!
At home we were introduced to a new idea by Jennifer called "The Blog". After that I read and cleaned up the kitchen and then that's the end....That's the end!
John-Michael - Lunch-sticks, the "meeting place" and team-table jobs
First, I went to school, then I did my lunch-stick, I mean I went to the cafeteria. And then I did my lunch-stick and I put everything way. Then I unstacked my chairs and sat down at the meeting place for silent reading and partner reading. Then I sat down at the meeting place again for a reading lesson on writer's workshop. Then we had morning recess. Then I came back in for journal, wait no I came back in for library.
And after library I had team-table jobs. Then...I....then we had lunch recess. Then I came back in for lunch. Then I went back to my classroom to do chapter reading and then spelling and hand-writing and then geography, then we went home. Then I did my list. Then I had dinner. And then I wrote my blog.
And after library I had team-table jobs. Then...I....then we had lunch recess. Then I came back in for lunch. Then I went back to my classroom to do chapter reading and then spelling and hand-writing and then geography, then we went home. Then I did my list. Then I had dinner. And then I wrote my blog.
Matt - "It's Alive!!!"
Yesterday I just finished my engine. It really doesn't use gas. It is just a model. It uses a motor to move all its parts.
First, I started on making it. It was quite hard. Then it started getting easy. But then there was a problem and the motor couldn't move the pistons very well. So, I had to take it all apart.
After that I gave the pistons to Jennifer. The screws weren't screwed in tight enough. That was the problem. When I put it back in the model it moved really well. It moved so well that it used very little energy to move it. It didn't struggle at all. Not even a tiny bit.
When it was finished the fan didn't move too fast which cools down the radiator. I thought it would move faster but it didn't. But then I thought, it goes faster the faster the engine goes so that's probably why it was going slow.
First, I showed it to Dad and Jennifer. It worked pretty well. Then I showed it to John-Michael and Ben. Jacob had already gone to bed.
I put it on my desk. There's not very much stuff on my desk. My desk is in my room. Me and John-Michael share a room. That night it was really hard to go to sleep because I was so much thinking of my motor. I was so happy to know how a motor works...I mean an engine.
First, I started on making it. It was quite hard. Then it started getting easy. But then there was a problem and the motor couldn't move the pistons very well. So, I had to take it all apart.
After that I gave the pistons to Jennifer. The screws weren't screwed in tight enough. That was the problem. When I put it back in the model it moved really well. It moved so well that it used very little energy to move it. It didn't struggle at all. Not even a tiny bit.
When it was finished the fan didn't move too fast which cools down the radiator. I thought it would move faster but it didn't. But then I thought, it goes faster the faster the engine goes so that's probably why it was going slow.
First, I showed it to Dad and Jennifer. It worked pretty well. Then I showed it to John-Michael and Ben. Jacob had already gone to bed.
I put it on my desk. There's not very much stuff on my desk. My desk is in my room. Me and John-Michael share a room. That night it was really hard to go to sleep because I was so much thinking of my motor. I was so happy to know how a motor works...I mean an engine.
Dad - my favorite food
I've never been able to choose a favorite food. I think the problem is I like most foods and eating them too much. But some foods are a bit more favorite than others.
When I was young I would go next door and help Mr. Likeyou (yes that was his name) weed his garden, at the end of each summer he would give me some rhubarb for helping him. My mother would take the rhubarb and make a rhubarb pie. I have to say, in no way intending to put down my mother's cooking, but rhubarb pie is awful, and still I ate every bite because it was special to me. I had earned each and every sour byte by helping out a neighbor and that made it the sweetest pie ever.
I hate liver, my brothers and sister hate liver, I think my dad hates liver, and still my mom would make liver once a week. Over time I became quite adept at passing my liver clandestinely to our dog Missy under the table. She was a plump little dog with short legs, but she was happy and LOVED liver.
The story didn't end when I left home, during my stay in Brazil it became policy to eat one meal each day with church members. One poor member family fed us meals each week consisting of liver, rice and beans. Liver was, and probably still is, the cheapest meat like substance you can by in Brazil. I was amazed by the effort the woman put in to make the liver palatable and for liver it was really good (which was still terrible as far as edible food goes). That meal was quite possibly the only "meat" they ate all week. I was very grateful for her generosity and ate every byte and even made every effort to appear as if I enjoyed the meal. My companion on the other hand would not even sit down at the table instead he would sit in the outer room and read.
After each lunch I would go buy my companion a hamburger and maybe have one myself. Finally, I was leaving for home and for my last meal with a Brazilian family we went to eat with the same poor family. I slipped as we reached the gate and said "I sure hope we don't have liver today, I hate that stuff!" My inconsiderate companion said "What? you eat it every week and seem to love it, then you buy me a hamburger afterwards, I thought you loved liver?" To which I replied: "No, I've always hated liver, but this woman feeds us what is probably the only meat she gets each week, it's our duty to be polite and eat it gracefully." We went in and he still sat in the other room but he had a very guilty look on his face.
My least favorite food, apart from those to which I am allergic, is most definitely marshmallows. Their sponginess drives me nuts, just thinking about them sends shivers down my spine. To me marshmallows are good for throwing at little brothers or making fudge and practically nothing else, except for mixing in Rocky Road Ice cream.
If I had to choose a favorite ice cream it would be Rocky Road. Rocky Road is the best ice cream ever. Eating Rocky Road is an adventure, sometimes you get a byte full of something unpleasant, and other times it is pure chocolate smoothness or possibly the next byte will be some chocolate with a nut or two. Each byte is just like life; an adventure full of ups and downs with a few crazies thrown in for variety.
When I was young I would go next door and help Mr. Likeyou (yes that was his name) weed his garden, at the end of each summer he would give me some rhubarb for helping him. My mother would take the rhubarb and make a rhubarb pie. I have to say, in no way intending to put down my mother's cooking, but rhubarb pie is awful, and still I ate every bite because it was special to me. I had earned each and every sour byte by helping out a neighbor and that made it the sweetest pie ever.
I hate liver, my brothers and sister hate liver, I think my dad hates liver, and still my mom would make liver once a week. Over time I became quite adept at passing my liver clandestinely to our dog Missy under the table. She was a plump little dog with short legs, but she was happy and LOVED liver.
The story didn't end when I left home, during my stay in Brazil it became policy to eat one meal each day with church members. One poor member family fed us meals each week consisting of liver, rice and beans. Liver was, and probably still is, the cheapest meat like substance you can by in Brazil. I was amazed by the effort the woman put in to make the liver palatable and for liver it was really good (which was still terrible as far as edible food goes). That meal was quite possibly the only "meat" they ate all week. I was very grateful for her generosity and ate every byte and even made every effort to appear as if I enjoyed the meal. My companion on the other hand would not even sit down at the table instead he would sit in the outer room and read.
After each lunch I would go buy my companion a hamburger and maybe have one myself. Finally, I was leaving for home and for my last meal with a Brazilian family we went to eat with the same poor family. I slipped as we reached the gate and said "I sure hope we don't have liver today, I hate that stuff!" My inconsiderate companion said "What? you eat it every week and seem to love it, then you buy me a hamburger afterwards, I thought you loved liver?" To which I replied: "No, I've always hated liver, but this woman feeds us what is probably the only meat she gets each week, it's our duty to be polite and eat it gracefully." We went in and he still sat in the other room but he had a very guilty look on his face.
My least favorite food, apart from those to which I am allergic, is most definitely marshmallows. Their sponginess drives me nuts, just thinking about them sends shivers down my spine. To me marshmallows are good for throwing at little brothers or making fudge and practically nothing else, except for mixing in Rocky Road Ice cream.
If I had to choose a favorite ice cream it would be Rocky Road. Rocky Road is the best ice cream ever. Eating Rocky Road is an adventure, sometimes you get a byte full of something unpleasant, and other times it is pure chocolate smoothness or possibly the next byte will be some chocolate with a nut or two. Each byte is just like life; an adventure full of ups and downs with a few crazies thrown in for variety.
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