This weeks Vocabulary Words:
chronology-the arrangement of events in order from which they occured
decorum-correctness and dignity of behavior or procedure
embargo-an order forbidding commerce or other activity
guerrilla-a small spanish group in warfare
zoology-scientific study of animals
tariff-a list of charges for rooms and meals in a hotel
Friday, April 11, 2014
Thursday, April 3, 2014
My Goals
My Goals-
My Academic goal: To keep on top of my homework
My Social goal: Try and learn different strategies
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
If I could be an Animal
If I could be an animal, i would be a wolf because i would have many adventures, lots of friends, and get salami for free.
i'd probably have adorable cubs, and have a snuggly coat to keep me warm and toasty inside.
i love the snow so i would definitly build an igloo, (well i would be the smartest wolf since i would have a human brain!)
But the main reason is the adventures id have.
Jumping off cliffs into fresh piles of snow, chasing down wilderbeast until id collapse, and just have fun
until my heart would content!
i'd probably have adorable cubs, and have a snuggly coat to keep me warm and toasty inside.
i love the snow so i would definitly build an igloo, (well i would be the smartest wolf since i would have a human brain!)
But the main reason is the adventures id have.
Jumping off cliffs into fresh piles of snow, chasing down wilderbeast until id collapse, and just have fun
until my heart would content!
Friday, March 28, 2014
My Creative Writing
Finally, it happened.
The glazier falls and creates frozen bombs out of the black ice.
Crystal misiles blow open the gates.
We're trapped.
A gleaming cavern shimmers above us.
A humungous bolder destroys are cottage.
Now there's no going back.
If only father let me be skald I could of stopped this, but no, he didn't let me save our lives.
Our berserkers get buried by the upcoming avalanche.
That definitly decreases our chance of survival.
The glazier falls and creates frozen bombs out of the black ice.
Crystal misiles blow open the gates.
We're trapped.
A gleaming cavern shimmers above us.
A humungous bolder destroys are cottage.
Now there's no going back.
If only father let me be skald I could of stopped this, but no, he didn't let me save our lives.
Our berserkers get buried by the upcoming avalanche.
That definitly decreases our chance of survival.
Friday, December 13, 2013
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Thursday, November 7, 2013
100 WC-Gumboots
Once upon a time, there lived a pair of gumboots. The left one was called Gary and the right, Greg. Gary and Greg both worked at a college called ' the-not-so-lovely school. Their job at the school was to kick naughty students bottoms whenever they were sent to detention. One day, the meanest pair of scissors in the school, (called Steve) was busted cutting Brittany the brush's 'hair'. As Steve entered, Greg's toes started to shiver. Gary was alarmed at this so he decided to kick Steve for him. But Steve dodged and threw the pair out the window. And guess where they landed?
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Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Friday, November 1, 2013
100 WC
The violent storm was...
I sprint through the streets, hearing roaring and whistling together, making a powerful force. People skid across the pavement, trying to grab on to something stable. Tornados form here and there, creating a barbarous beast. The clouds get more and more murky, polluting the sky. The contaminated ocean froths so much, it becomes like a terrific avalanche. Horrendous sand storms scurry across abandon deserts, heading towards the rushing city. Meteors come crashing down, devouring landscapes and territory. Birds slice across the sky, trying to escape from the annihilated city. The violent storm is finally here. But will I survive?
I sprint through the streets, hearing roaring and whistling together, making a powerful force. People skid across the pavement, trying to grab on to something stable. Tornados form here and there, creating a barbarous beast. The clouds get more and more murky, polluting the sky. The contaminated ocean froths so much, it becomes like a terrific avalanche. Horrendous sand storms scurry across abandon deserts, heading towards the rushing city. Meteors come crashing down, devouring landscapes and territory. Birds slice across the sky, trying to escape from the annihilated city. The violent storm is finally here. But will I survive?
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