From what i have been taught about Washington, the memorials seem great. They seem like they teach you a lot just by looking at them and assuming what could have happened and then learning the story behind it, But from what i have heard about all of the monuments and learned about them, my favorite without seeing them would probably be the holocost meuseam. It seems historical and i could learn a lot from going there. Ive always said that i shouldnt need to know about the past because this is the present and that i dont care what happened then because it should have no effect on me now. But from learning about the places, they have a lot (if not everything) to do with why im here today, and they do matter. I care more then i say i have. I didnt care before i learned about what happend with Anne Frank and the holocost and all of that but now that i know the effect all of the history has had on me, i feel like i care a little too much.

I have a lot of memories from middle school, bad and good. But if none of that stuff happened, I wouldn’t have been as happy as I am with my middle school “career”.  I’ve failed tests and passed them but most of all I have made the best of friends that I could ever hoped to make, and I think my memories with them is what makes middle school unique.

I’ve gotten in fights with teachers plenty of times which I found funny because I thought it was so cool to get in trouble and mouth off to the teachers, when really I was just getting myself in trouble at home.  I mouthed off to Mrs. Delcampo in math class one day because I was having a bad day and got sent to time out. I didn’t mean it so the next day I said sorry and got a hug! xD

In 8^th grade the teacher that I didn’t get along with the most was Ms. Albanese. I refused to do what she said sometimes because I wasn’t really scared of her. But other kids in the class would constantly get on her nerves and get sent to time out every day. I (along with other kids) found that hilarious.

In 6^th and 7^th grade, I didn’t get in nearly as much trouble as I did in 8^th. And I barley got in trouble in 8^th. HA!

But overall, Mariner was a great school mainly because of all of the friends I made because if it weren’t for 1 special friend that I met at mariner I would not be here right now, and the education is ok I guess.

I have a lot of memories from middle school, bad and good. But if none of that stuff happened, I wouldn’t have been as happy as I am with my middle school “career”.  I’ve failed tests and passed them but most of all I have made the best of friends that I could ever hoped to make, and I think my memories with them is what makes middle school unique.

I’ve gotten in fights with teachers plenty of times which I found funny because I thought it was so cool to get in trouble and mouth off to the teachers, when really I was just getting myself in trouble at home.  I mouthed off to Mrs. Delcampo in math class one day because I was having a bad day and got sent to time out. I didn’t mean it so the next day I said sorry and got a hug! xD

In 8^th grade the teacher that I didn’t get along with the most was Ms. Albanese. I refused to do what she said sometimes because I wasn’t really scared of her. But other kids in the class would constantly get on her nerves and get sent to time out every day. I (along with other kids) found that hilarious.

In 6^th and 7^th grade, I didn’t get in nearly as much trouble as I did in 8^th. And I barley got in trouble in 8^th. HA!

But overall, Mariner was a great school mainly because of all of the friends I made because if it weren’t for 1 special friend that I met at mariner I would not be here right now, and the education is ok I guess.

At the begining of the year my theme was Plan B skateboarding. My theme is still about skateboarding but i have changed my brand to element. I changed my brand because I like the skaters better. they catch my attention more and can be better depending on what tricks they attempt. Not to mention the decks have way cooler designs on them.

If i can’t do
what i want to do
then my job is to not
do what i don’t want
to do
It’s not the same thing
but it’s the best i can
do
If i can’t have
what i want . . . then
my job is to want
what i’ve got
and be satisfied
that at least there
is something more to want
Since i can’t go
where i need
to go . . . then i must . . . go
where the signs point
through always understanding
parallel movement
isn’t lateral
When i can’t express
what i really feel
i practice feeling
what i can express
and none of it is equal
I know
but that’s why mankind
alone among the animals
learns to cry

REFLECTION: I think this poem is about taking what you have and making it into something that you can use even though its not what you would prefer.

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice –
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do –
determined to save
the only life you could save.

REFLECTION: I think this poem is about doing what you need to do to make yourself happy and saying what you need to do to stay happy.

I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.

I’ve got the children to tend
The clothes to mend
The floor to mop
The food to shop
Then the chicken to fry
The baby to dry
I got company to feed
The garden to weed
I’ve got shirts to press
The tots to dress
The can to be cut
I gotta clean up this hut
Then see about the sick
And the cotton to pick.

Shine on me, sunshine
Rain on me, rain
Fall softly, dewdrops
And cool my brow again.

Storm, blow me from here
With your fiercest wind
Let me float across the sky
‘Til I can rest again.

Fall gently, snowflakes
Cover me with white
Cold icy kisses and
Let me rest tonight.

Sun, rain, curving sky
Mountain, oceans, leaf and stone
Star shine, moon glow
You’re all that I can call my own.

REFLECTION: I think this poem is about a woman always working all day and she never gets to rest and she wants to rest.

I had a board just like this before I got my superfuture board but I left it outside while I was in West Virgina and somebody stole it. So i saved up for a new one and got a Ryan Sheckler superfuture. But I gave that one away and now I have an element Bam Margera.

School rumors can be the worst, wether they are true or not. Not only are 90% of them not true, they hurt and make people mad. But when your “bestfriend” starts false rumors about you, that can put someone over the edge. My advice for this issue is to try to ignore them and if they start trouble, tell an adult and hope that they can help you.