Color Poem

Color Poem

Marlboro Blue- Benjamin Moore HC-153

Roger Guizado

The spring sky over Miami

The coldish blue raindrops falling down

The blue makes me feel that am free

The icy cubes are being formed in the freezer

The small blue blossoms were beginning to grow

Blue as the icebergs of Alaska

The blue makes me feel that am free

Is like being in the top of the Mountain and see the airspace

It is like having the whole sky in your hands

Is like having freedom in your hands

The Marlboro Blue makes people feel happy

And be full of joy

The blue makes me feel that am free

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Where I Am From

Where I Am From

I am from rifles, from Daisy and Gamo.

I am from the quite neighborhood

(Friendly and comftorble),

It smells like beautiful roses.

I am from the Daisies, Orchids, Guayacan trees, the beans, avocado, like if they were mine.

I am from thanksgiving and brownish eyes from Melissa and Roger Guizado.

I am from owning dogs and shotguns.

From Santa and the Tooth Fairy.

I am from Jesus and the Resurrection.

I am from Panama and with roots as far away from Ireland and Spain, Turkey and rice with beans.

 From the caring and very well know physician, my grandpa, who diagnose the first case of Aids in Panama, and my great great grandpa who signed the act of independence of Panama from Colombia.

I am from a mixture of Spanish, Italian, Irish and Swedish ancestry, who participated in the initial stage of the Panama Government.     

   




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The Watson Go To Birminghanm

The Watson go to Birmingham

          I discovered that Byron’s hair was bizarre, because of the new hair style that Byron had. I started to interrogate Byron. Byron and I had a dissension because Byron thinks the new style looks cool but I thinks he looks like a clown. Byron had been told to go to his room and wait until his father gets there. The time elapsed very slowly. 

          When Byron’s got to the house and looked at Byron. His dad grabbed him and took him to the bathroom upstairs. We knew that dad’s punishment was imminent. When his father finished, I stared at Byron he was completely bald. After that calamitous day Dad and I had a discussion and we called grandma.      

The Tree Tek

The Tree Tek

                The cold winter breeze that came by went just right beside me. As I was climbing up in the blue 4x4 truck I saw strangers, all around me. I started to wonder in my head what it would be to hang on to the longest canopy in Panama. Yes, right now I am going up to the mountains to step in the canopy.

          As we were going up I could see the green mountains but second by second we were getting higher and higher. The truck suddenly stops and all of the people that were around me step down the truck. My cousin, my uncle, and my sister were right beside me but I knew this wasn’t trouble. The trouble began a few steps forward.

“Roger” Johnny screamed.

“What?” I said.

“Roger are you scared of hanging yourself for the first time to the canopy?” he said.

“No Johnny I am not scared” I said.

I could see the first platform the taxis guys said “Forward you guys keep on going”. First were the taxis then us. I hang myself in the line then put my right hand on the back of me holding on the line. One of the taxis pushes me forward. There was I hanging myself and looking everywhere the trees, the river, and the sky.

I arrive to the second platform, I grabbed myself jump off the line and then jump again and the guy push me aging forward. As I went on to the other platforms I finally arrived to the last one. I jumped hard enough and there they were my dad, my mom, my grandma, my aunt, and my grandpa taking pictures of me. I thought to myself “this canopy is so cool.” I want go again I told my dad.

My dad said “Next year.”

Confesion Tuesday

Confession Tuesday

We couldn’t go outside to play because it was raining. My sister and I were playing in the den which is right beside my mom’s room. I knew we couldn’t play inside but we were bored to death. We decided to play with a soft cushion soccer ball. The lights were on, the TV is on in Disney Channel and my sister and I were playing soccer inside.

          “Goal!” I said to my sister.

“What? That isn’t a goal! You shot it too hard!” my sister said.

          My sister went on and she shot and she made her second goal. The scoreboard was 2-2. After she made her goal I kicked the ball hard enough that it entered my mom’s room. I saw the ball crash into the portraits on the table. I saw all the portraits all the portraits fall to the floor. I tried to fix as much as I could.  Minutes later I heard a loud screaming voice that said “Who broke my pictures?”

I said “I don’t know, Mommy.”

My sister said “Me either.”

(This is a secret between my sister and me that we have never told my mom).

English

English

          Everyday I wake up and wonder how my day is going to be. Before I get to school in the car I wonder how my day is going to finish. Well every day I go first period to history then my second period is science. Science is one of my favorite subjects, but I am not really going to get into that.

          English, English is the hardest subject for me. I remember the day before thanksgiving Mrs. Meadows gave us a chunk of homework. That day was horrible, I want it to kill myself because we have a break and now I have to do homework. Fine I said in my head. I knew I had to do it so I did it the last moment after I came from the beach.

          I said continuously in my head why do I try so hard and I don’t get what am trying to tell Mrs. Meadows when am in English class. Now that I have Mrs. Walker in the English class it’s easier but still this class is very hard. I remember that today, December the twelve I was trying to do my Monday Memoir with lots of inspiration and I couldn’t find the right word to put it. Mrs. Meadows called me on front so I could tell the whole class my Monday Memoir.

          I thought and then wonder is my short memoir good enough, will my short memoir get approve by Mrs. Meadows. I starter to read it out loud and when am finish she said what’s the thing that you realize, had a great impact on you, or something that changed you. My head, my mind, and everything started to work faster but nothing I could say anything. Deep inside of that short memoir about Noriega coming to Panama. I know that Noriega’s return has something that impact it me, but I can’t tell Mrs. Meadows how it impacted it on me.  

          What could it be something I realize about myself, something that changed me, or something had a great impact on me? This short memoir I wrote write now is something that I realize about myself because I am realizing that English is very hard for me.

memoir synopsis

Synopsis

While I was writing my memoir I notice some lessons that could help others and me. One of the lessons in my memoir is that you can have relationships with people related to you. For example I knew that Bobi was my god father, but in my memoir I learned new thing about him and at the end of my memoir I could notice that I knew more thing about him.

     Another lesson that I learned is that just knowing the people in your family does not mean you can know them completely. For example while I was writing my memoir I notice that I could no more than what I know about Bobi.

         While I was writing my memoir I learned for the first time how to write a memoir using mentor text from other memoir. Also I learned that I can extend and stretch a memoir as long as I want. Another thing that I learned is that a memoir is written in a way that you can understand what you want to say to the others.        

         The craft move that helped me the most while writing my memoir was the flashback and the research. Also the research because I could tell my memoir but also I can support it by asking someone what they felt about the topic. In my case I asked my mom and my grandma to tell me in their owned word what they felt about Bobi. Also the flashback helped me because I could show the reader what moment I remember.

         The mentor text that most helped me was from the story When I was Puerto Rican because they use lots of flashback. In my memoir I put twice a flashback so the reader could know a little about the background.