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.          

          

Sleepy Hollow

Sleepy Hollow

            The legend of Sleepy Hollow is about a very quite peaceful valley that was close a Dutch village called Tarry Town. Sleepy Hallow was full of superstations, ghost stories, and the most famous the headless horseman of Sleepy Hollow.

            In this peaceful place, there is a man named Ichabod Crane who comes to teach the children. Ichabod was a very peculiar looking person. His body was tall and thin and his arms seemed amiss because they were so long. However, Ichabod was an affable person in the community; He helped the farmers and their families in order to obtain food and a shelter.

           

One of Ichabod’s musical students was Katrina Van Tassel. Ichabod was haunted by this young beauty who also was the only child of a rich farmer. Katrina had many young men after her. The most important competitor know as Brom Bones.  Ichabod dreamed of being Katrina’s husband and being a rich farmer .This dream impelled Ichabod to pursue Katrina. He also avoided being irascible with Brom Bones. Many villagers were tremulous of Brom Bones.

            One day Ichabod receive an invitation to the Van Tassel farm. Ichabod thought he had conquered Katrina because he had dance the whole evening while Bones didn’t. However, Ichabod suddenly left the farm looking despondent and left without speaking to anyone. The tale says that the attack by the headless horseman on the road was interminable. Ichabod was never seen again. Years later an old farmer said he had heard that Ichabod was still alive. Perhaps Ichabod lived like a recluse, because of the profound sorrow he felt after leaving Sleepy Hollow and Katrina.

            

Dear, isabella

Dear Isabella,

       Hi Isabella this year in 1607 we settle in Virgina so we are called the Jamestown colony because we were the first one to settle here. When we got here we all had a very good disposition for the colony. There were the wealthy people that made us work for them. After some days this guy called John Smith had a spontaneous idea that he told the wealthy people “he does not work does not eat.” After that the House of Burgess started and they had imperative for the settlement. The House of Burgess guile towards the others to help us live. Isabella now that I have told you some of the thing that is happening here. Why won’t you write me something?  Well Isabella I missed you.

Sincerely,

Roger

The Best Night Ever

         As the night passed I always went at midnight to see the old man. I walked very slow into the room. I always looked at his evil eye.
         The next day come the eight day when the old man was in his bed with his clad warm sheets when i saw him awake. i went and murder him. i showed abrasive how i killed him by putting the matress on top of him. i grabbed the old man in a gingerly way and put him below 3 wooden planks. The door bell rang i knew it was the police but i also knew that they could not corroborate that the old man is dead because they do not have evidence. I oppen the door.
          the police man were out there in the cold eveneing and i knew i had to simulate that nothing is wrong. the police man asked "where is the old man?" i said he " is out of the country". i showed the police man the house and they took and inventory. after the police man left the house i became electrify because i killed the old man. the police man did not notice that i showed a grimace face on them.the police man didn't thought about a surmise about the old man at the beginning. 
   after the day passed i was really happy that i killed the old man and that i went for my endavor.nobody after that night went in cursory for the old man. also after that night i didn't went in greusome a didn't even thought about succumb myself. now that the old man my dehydration ended.

Day One

Today is my first time blogging really i did not know how to? i went down to the media center with Anthony i told him can you help me how to create a post? he told me sure "Roger". we Head it to the computer and only two computer were working so i sat down in one and Anthony in another one we were not together. He had to come walking to help me he came and he told me what to do i did it. I start it doing the new post for Mrs. Medoaws I told Anthony what can i write about he told me to write about the first time i use blogger. I start it doing it.

Welcome

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