As many of you who are reading this blog know my father. Well you could say marching band runs in my family. My dads mom was a band mom of course with raising 3 boys. My mom's mom playeddrums and boy was she cool. My mom was drum major (she also plays trumpet), my dad was section leader of the drumline for sophomore, junior, and senior years. Also my sister is in marching and she plays base drum and i will be in marching band next year in pit but i play trumpet. Mercer county high school (The marching band) is going to state and will probably win. We have gotten grand champion and reserved champion about every time we compete. Last saturday at regions we won of course. It was so cold!!!!! I had 3 shirts on plus a jacket plus thermal pants plus fuzzy socks and i was still cold. Oh, and a scarf.
The band checked in a hotel the night before state and they had a halloween party. The band director Jeff Meadows was a PIMP!!! The assistant director mr.Barbor was mr.meadows. The colorguard leader (the one that teaches them the formations and stuff like that) was some one like angelina joli or somthin like that, and another helper Ms.Ashford was a nun. State rocked, so did loffayate u guys rock!!!!!! My dad and i got in the 300's which are really high seats and we could see the formation awsomly!!!!! the scores were absolutly awful!!!!!!!!!!! Everyone was absolutly mad. We did better than that. Boyle's good and i can see them beating us, but callaway????
They like 8 pointed us.
Total scores for finals
Calloway-84.08
(US) Mercer-81.43
Boyle-81.59
madisonville-89.79
Total scores for semi finals
Calloway-85.95
mercer-89.03
boyle-89.39
madisonville-90.33
Hmmmmmm? Fishy huh?
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
persuacive letter (4th grade Portfolio)
Dear Principal,
Just look at those kids frustrated over a test. That’s terrible! Students shouldn’t have to take tests. Students should not have to take test because some kids don’t have enough time to study, they are frustrating and stressful, and testing cuts into our fun activities.
One reason we shouldn’t have testing is some kids don’t have enough time to study. Many students participate in extra-curricular activities like sports, church, 4-H clubs, dance or music lessons take up after school time. This is time we would use for studying. Plus we have to do homework, chores, eat, take a bath, and go to bed early. I didn’t even mention free time to relax.
Tests are frustrating and stressful for kids. Children might loose sleep and not eat or drink because they’re worried about the test. Tests can even make kids feel sick. If they worry, loose sleep, don’t eat or drink, and feel sick, they will not do their best on the test. Don’t you want us to do our best?
My last reason is that tests cut into fun activities. Tests take up time. This is time we could be doing fun activities like arts and crafts, class projects, school plays, and holiday celebrations. Tests take the fun out of school.
Mr. Young, I know that you’re going to say that teachers need tests to see if the students are learning. But teachers can use other ways to see if kids are learning. Just think, “no more tests”.
Thanks for your time and your cooperation.
Just look at those kids frustrated over a test. That’s terrible! Students shouldn’t have to take tests. Students should not have to take test because some kids don’t have enough time to study, they are frustrating and stressful, and testing cuts into our fun activities.
One reason we shouldn’t have testing is some kids don’t have enough time to study. Many students participate in extra-curricular activities like sports, church, 4-H clubs, dance or music lessons take up after school time. This is time we would use for studying. Plus we have to do homework, chores, eat, take a bath, and go to bed early. I didn’t even mention free time to relax.
Tests are frustrating and stressful for kids. Children might loose sleep and not eat or drink because they’re worried about the test. Tests can even make kids feel sick. If they worry, loose sleep, don’t eat or drink, and feel sick, they will not do their best on the test. Don’t you want us to do our best?
My last reason is that tests cut into fun activities. Tests take up time. This is time we could be doing fun activities like arts and crafts, class projects, school plays, and holiday celebrations. Tests take the fun out of school.
Mr. Young, I know that you’re going to say that teachers need tests to see if the students are learning. But teachers can use other ways to see if kids are learning. Just think, “no more tests”.
Thanks for your time and your cooperation.
reflective letter (portfolio 4th grade)
Dear Lemony Snicket,
Remember that series you wrote, “The Unfortunate Events?” I just wanted to thank you for writing that series. You used adverbs and phrases and you gave examples and descriptions that made me cry. But I still couldn’t take my eyes off the words!
One of the parts that helped me learn about writing from the stories in the series was when you used adjectives and phrases for descriptions that made me think and picture what was going on in the book. Now I use adjectives or phrases, to add details, description, and examples to let my reader have pictures in theirs minds.
Another part that helped me was when you would make me cry because of a sad parts in the stories. For example in the fourth book in the lumber mill, the worker Mr.Flucatono almost killed the boss’s partner “Charles” and in the first book the Baudlaires parents died. I’m sure that when I read the whole series I’ll understand more. These books showed me that when I write, I should have different emotional moments.
When I read all the books in the series I won’t be able to take my eyes off the pages, I can’t stop picturing the pictures in my mind. Like when Count Olaf was taking the Baudlares to Peru all I could think about was “I hope they run into Mr. Poe” and they did.
Your series taught reading, and is enjoyable to read. You can learn from it too! Reading is a key that unlocks the door to learning.
Well, thank you for writing that series I’ve really improved in writing and I’ve become a better reader. How can writers not learn from reading a series this brilliant!
I hope you keep writing more books so I can keep learning from them and Count Olaf’s evil schemes. I’m so glad that you became a writer.
Remember that series you wrote, “The Unfortunate Events?” I just wanted to thank you for writing that series. You used adverbs and phrases and you gave examples and descriptions that made me cry. But I still couldn’t take my eyes off the words!
One of the parts that helped me learn about writing from the stories in the series was when you used adjectives and phrases for descriptions that made me think and picture what was going on in the book. Now I use adjectives or phrases, to add details, description, and examples to let my reader have pictures in theirs minds.
Another part that helped me was when you would make me cry because of a sad parts in the stories. For example in the fourth book in the lumber mill, the worker Mr.Flucatono almost killed the boss’s partner “Charles” and in the first book the Baudlaires parents died. I’m sure that when I read the whole series I’ll understand more. These books showed me that when I write, I should have different emotional moments.
When I read all the books in the series I won’t be able to take my eyes off the pages, I can’t stop picturing the pictures in my mind. Like when Count Olaf was taking the Baudlares to Peru all I could think about was “I hope they run into Mr. Poe” and they did.
Your series taught reading, and is enjoyable to read. You can learn from it too! Reading is a key that unlocks the door to learning.
Well, thank you for writing that series I’ve really improved in writing and I’ve become a better reader. How can writers not learn from reading a series this brilliant!
I hope you keep writing more books so I can keep learning from them and Count Olaf’s evil schemes. I’m so glad that you became a writer.
A Sad Nightmare (portfolio 4th grade)
It was December 4, 2005. The moon was full and shining like a spotlight from the sky. The wind was howling like coyotes through the trees and it was warmer outside by the barn than it was in my heart.
My beautiful pony Fancy was ill. Fancy is brown and white with a long white mane and tail. She somewhat looks like an Indian pony you might see in an old western movie. My dad went to check on her in the barn. He stopped walking “oh no” he thought as he stood looking at how she had gotten from her stall to the middle of the barn. She was lying motionless almost dead. He immediately ran to close the barn door and then he came inside and sat by the fire. As soon as he came in I knew by the look on his face that something was terribly wrong.
“ Can I go see her?” I asked.
“ Yes” he said cautiously. My dad gave my mom and sister a look that said, “come on lets go” and together we walked to the barn. Dad picked me up as we walked to see Fancy. As we got close to the door he let me down and I darted to the barn door.
“Can I see her?” I asked.
“Sure” my father said.
I opened the barn doors and there was Fancy surrounded by hay. She was lying on the barn floor clinging to life. Fancy tried to get up but she just couldn’t. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she wanted to greet me like she always did. I also saw a lot of fight in her eyes.
“I’m cold”, my sister complained.
“Okay, lets go in so you don’t get a cold.” My mother said as she started walking back to the house.
Before we left, I waved a miniature wave like a baby would as tears filled my eyes. Fancy raise her head up and down. This was her way of saying goodbye little did I know it would be her last goodbye.
We were all welcomed back inside by our dog, cat and a warm fire. Mom sat down and started knitting because she was nervous and it took her mind off the lovely fancy. My sister and my father just silently sat by the fire. I just sat into the recliner slowly rocking it back and forth thinking about great memories with Fancy.
“Are you okay?” my father mumered.
“She was perfect,” I began to cry.
“Aw, baby.” my mother said and we both started crying.
I put my hands together and prayed as tears raced down my cheeks, “Dear God, why did you have to take her away now?” I soon cried myself to sleep and mom carried me upstairs to my room. That night I had a dream of thousands of horses running wild and free. Fancy was there with me just like the good ole days.
Everybody knows that death cannot be avoided but it still doesn’t make it any easier to deal with.
My beautiful pony Fancy was ill. Fancy is brown and white with a long white mane and tail. She somewhat looks like an Indian pony you might see in an old western movie. My dad went to check on her in the barn. He stopped walking “oh no” he thought as he stood looking at how she had gotten from her stall to the middle of the barn. She was lying motionless almost dead. He immediately ran to close the barn door and then he came inside and sat by the fire. As soon as he came in I knew by the look on his face that something was terribly wrong.
“ Can I go see her?” I asked.
“ Yes” he said cautiously. My dad gave my mom and sister a look that said, “come on lets go” and together we walked to the barn. Dad picked me up as we walked to see Fancy. As we got close to the door he let me down and I darted to the barn door.
“Can I see her?” I asked.
“Sure” my father said.
I opened the barn doors and there was Fancy surrounded by hay. She was lying on the barn floor clinging to life. Fancy tried to get up but she just couldn’t. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she wanted to greet me like she always did. I also saw a lot of fight in her eyes.
“I’m cold”, my sister complained.
“Okay, lets go in so you don’t get a cold.” My mother said as she started walking back to the house.
Before we left, I waved a miniature wave like a baby would as tears filled my eyes. Fancy raise her head up and down. This was her way of saying goodbye little did I know it would be her last goodbye.
We were all welcomed back inside by our dog, cat and a warm fire. Mom sat down and started knitting because she was nervous and it took her mind off the lovely fancy. My sister and my father just silently sat by the fire. I just sat into the recliner slowly rocking it back and forth thinking about great memories with Fancy.
“Are you okay?” my father mumered.
“She was perfect,” I began to cry.
“Aw, baby.” my mother said and we both started crying.
I put my hands together and prayed as tears raced down my cheeks, “Dear God, why did you have to take her away now?” I soon cried myself to sleep and mom carried me upstairs to my room. That night I had a dream of thousands of horses running wild and free. Fancy was there with me just like the good ole days.
Everybody knows that death cannot be avoided but it still doesn’t make it any easier to deal with.
Friday, October 24, 2008
The Worst (BASED on a true story)
We were all sitting there. Mom and i were getting ready to go.John and Tricia were standing(my aunt and uncle) mom, bob(my grandfather)and i were all sitting. Kyra was holing Zane.(2 of my many cousins) "granny," was barely hanging on to life. She had been in the nursing home for 6 months. Mom and I were leaving and when I discovered Zane had left his new transformer in our Jeep. I ran inside and John said he needed to see mom. Skipping happily because we were going home i stopped and the worst thought came to mind, "Did she....." "no, she couldn't. Mom went inside and when John wispered in her ear i new something was wrong. She burst out in tears and i new the worst thought had become an action. I hugged her closely and tried to look at her but just couldn't. Then i noticed Zane was still asleep. "Thank God."
We were waiting for Zane to wake up and i was pacing in the garden. A place for people in the nursing home could go around and enjoy the flowers and air. Finally, Zane woke up and we told him. Surprisingly Zane didn't cry as much as i thought a 6 year old would. It was about 9:00 at night. Mom and i can't drive 2 1/2 hours back to mercer county then me go to school and she go to work at 6 in the morning. So we stayed the night, got up about 4:00 in the morning and headed for home. Sure enough i had to go to school. Mom didn't have to go to work why should i have to go to school? When i arrived at school i was in 1st period and had the greatest teacher ever, Mrs.Cummins. she asked were i was so i told her my grandmother died and she gave me a hug. It was 3 three days till the last day of school for fall break and i got to skip the last day of school to go to granny's funeral. There my other grandmother came and i made a new friend who's grandmother had died like mine. When i was back at the fifth grade academy after fall break, i talk to my guidance counselor about granny and she said a good way to remember granny was to make a scrapbook of memories. Christmas doesn't see the same without granny.
My name is Isabella Rose Cherolis and i wish i could go back in time and respect my granny more.
We were waiting for Zane to wake up and i was pacing in the garden. A place for people in the nursing home could go around and enjoy the flowers and air. Finally, Zane woke up and we told him. Surprisingly Zane didn't cry as much as i thought a 6 year old would. It was about 9:00 at night. Mom and i can't drive 2 1/2 hours back to mercer county then me go to school and she go to work at 6 in the morning. So we stayed the night, got up about 4:00 in the morning and headed for home. Sure enough i had to go to school. Mom didn't have to go to work why should i have to go to school? When i arrived at school i was in 1st period and had the greatest teacher ever, Mrs.Cummins. she asked were i was so i told her my grandmother died and she gave me a hug. It was 3 three days till the last day of school for fall break and i got to skip the last day of school to go to granny's funeral. There my other grandmother came and i made a new friend who's grandmother had died like mine. When i was back at the fifth grade academy after fall break, i talk to my guidance counselor about granny and she said a good way to remember granny was to make a scrapbook of memories. Christmas doesn't see the same without granny.
My name is Isabella Rose Cherolis and i wish i could go back in time and respect my granny more.
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