Monthly Archives: April 2016

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My Poetry

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In class we started to work on poetry. First we talked about what a poem is and why people write poetry. We also learned about two different types of poems, Cinquain and Haiku. We spent one class experimenting writing these new poems.

This is a Cinquain poem I have written.

Goals

Standing tall

Reaching, accomplishing, achieving

You will feel proud

Once you reach your goal

*This is based on a Cinquain but I changed the rules at the end.*

 

I was inspired to write about a goal because that is a common every day thought that goes through your head. Weather you are setting a goal in school or if you are scared to do something. It was hard to me at first to come up with something to write about because I didn’t feel like I would be able to get my message across in a short and concise way.

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Structure fits function

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Screenshot 2016-04-13 at 10.30.05 AM

 

These are Epithelial Cells, they are used as a microvilli bordering the villi. Epithelial tissues line the cavities and surfaces of blood vessels and organs throughout the body.

 

Epithelial cells come in three different shapes and sizes. The shape of the cell changes based on what purpose the cell needs to accomplish. Cuboidal Epithelial cells are what your skin is made of. That’s why your skin is squishy. It wouldn’t work if you had squamous cells because the are too leaky. If you had columnar Epithelial cells, your hand would be too thick! That wouldn’t be too convenient, would it?

 

The three types of epithelial cells are:

 

 

Your hand is covered in them!

Cuboidal epithelial cells, as their name suggest, are shaped like cubes they are shaped like cubes . They are typically found in tissues that secrete or absorb substances, such as in the kidneys and glands. Columnar cells are long and thin, like columns. These are usually found in places that secrete mucus like the stomach. They need to be that shape because it has to be really thick because of all of the fluids and acids that are in your stomach etc. Squamous epithelial cells are flat and are usually found lining surfaces that require a smooth flow of fluid such as your blood vessels, or lining areas that require a very thin surface for molecules to pass through, like the air sacs in your lungs.

 

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Wire sculptures

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I really liked how my wire sculptures turned out. I did a front walkover, that was really hard to shape because the sculpture had to bend over backwards. It was probably my favorite project we did the whole year besides guilds!

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My first

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In this creative writing piece I am writing about a first, my first school interview. I really like this piece because it takes place when I was three years old! It was really fun writing it because I had to ask my mom and dad for the real story. Some of the parts in the story aren’t exactly what happens but I’m really proud of my description when I describe all the objects in the room .

 

My first school interview.

I was three years old when my mom forced me to go and take the interview. She dragged me down the hall, into the elevator, and then out the door. I must have been quite a sight because I was kicking and screaming till my mom had no choice than to take me in a cab.

 

When we got there, there was a tall woman standing in the doorway with a really scary smile. “Greetings! Are you here for the 1 o’clock?” She said. And I ran out the door, I could hear my mother’s footsteps following me. Feeling like Dora the Explorer, I ran faster. “Grace, Grace?” I heard my mother calling from around the corner. I knew that no matter what, I would not get to have dessert tonight so I stopped. The rug scrunched up under my feet,  tripping me till I fell flat on my face. My mom heard the crying and picked me up, she carried me back into the room where the scary woman was still standing. SHE DIDN’T EVEN MOVE!

 

We sat down at a little coffee table covered in markers and paint smudges. I heard the creaks of the plastic chairs pressing into the old wooden floor. I heard the sound of papers brushing up against each other as the scary woman dropped a stack of them in front of my mom. A pen drew a line across the wooden table as it fell out of the woman’s hand. My mother lifted me up and brought me into a dark cold corner a few yards away from the table where she was trying to fill out the stack of paperwork. I stacked blocks for what felt like days, but they kept falling over. A beautiful pink and blue tower stacked up twice the size of me (I had to stand on the toy chest to build it) crumbled to the ground before I could present it to my mom.

 

When my mom finished filling out the forms she brought me over to the table again to begin. “No, No, No!” I screamed and ran into the bathroom. She followed me, but got there too fast for me to lock the door. She looked puzzled. “What’s wrong?” She asked. I didn’t know what was wrong, all I knew was that I didn’t want to be left with that lady! So I told my mom. “It’s that woman, I don’t want to be left alone with her!” My mom finally told me that if I just let the “nice” woman ask me a few questions, she would give me an early Birthday present. Being three years old, this sounded pretty reasonable.

 

Hiding behind my mom we walked out of the bathroom, my mom apologizing to her as we moved. I didn’t think my behavior was out of line. I walked back into the corner and started playing with the blocks and mom was whispering to the scary woman. As my mom went back over to me she looked disappointed. “We’re going to do this another day” she said. As we walked out the door the scary woman waved goodbye and we both hoped we’d never see her again. “I want my birthday cake and I’m not taking a test till Daddy gets home”, I whinned as we entered the elevator.

 

It turns out my mom negotiated with the woman and struck a deal. She rescheduled me a month later. This time, my dad could take me and it was after my birthday so there were no excuses to make.

 

A month later, my dad walked me into the building. I had promised to cooperate in advance so it wasn’t as big of a deal as last time. We showed up in the doorway and there was no scary woman. There was a kind woman sitting in a big red chair. The room looked better than it had been. This woman was different than the other one. She smiled and gave me pens and a piece of paper to draw with. Then, she led me into the back room. Apparently it all looked like it was going well, but it wasn’t. I still didn’t want to take what I now knew was a test. But this time my dad was there, so when I came running out my dad lifted me up and put me right back in there. After that the interview it was fun, all she did was ask me what my favorite color was what was my full name. All questions I knew the answers to. Then, she spoke to my dad.  I didn’t really notice what they were saying because I was too busy sitting in the new play area where the blocks didn’t fall.

 

Turns out, I was pretty smart because I came here to LREI and lived to tell the story!

 

The end

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(Complete) who the heck are you

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John Paul Jimenez

 

Why horses?

 

John Paul was born in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil but moved to the US because of college. He has traveled all over Europe, Germany, England, Spain, Holland, and France. He speaks Spanish, Portuguese, French and English. “I speak so many different languages because of school and because of all the places I have lived in.”

 

John Paul went to college wanting to become a lawyer like his father was in Brazil, but he still loved riding horses as a hobby. He asked his dad to send over his horse, but when he got to college and people started to see his talent with horses, and they wanted him to ride their horse.

“I really missed riding horses as a junior rider, so when I when to college I realised, this passion was too good to go to waste.” His passion turned into a job, he didn’t expect it kinda just happened. Little by little people saw him and told him that he could make a living out of this and he agreed and choose horses over law School. “One job took me to the next thing, and then I became a professional rider.”

 

“My son Jonathan, when he was little we were looking for ponies and horses he could buy.  When people saw that I could teach, a lot of parents would come up to me ask me if I could teach their kid the way I teach mine, so then I let people some into my barn with their ponies and kids and now I am here.”

 

Even though he has always loved riding and wants his children to ride, he doesn’t force them. “They love to ride…because they love to ride!” Although he enjoys teaching and riding with his kids, they don’t listen as well and take corrections differently.

“I kinda go with the talents, because some little horses can be amazing and some big horses can be terrible. It’s more of a feel for the horse, more of getting to know the horse.” Riding wasn’t about winning or making a living, for John Paul it was about teaching and learning from the horse.

 

When he is trying a horse to see if he will buy it, he has someone else ride it to see if he should try the horse of go look for other ones. “If I don’t like the horse, I don’t get on. I watch the horse in his stall and in the ring, if I don’t like his attitude or the way he moves I move on.”

 

“Well obviously when I am performing in the Grand Prix you get a little more nervous, but if you know what you are doing and have a plan you are good to go. You have to have the right horse too, you know horseback riding is a partner sport, you and the horse split the work evenly.” John Paul is known for his famous record in the Grand Prix, but everyone makes mistakes. “I was in a big show in Florida, an open class. There were a lot of people were in the ring and my horse tripped and slipped and I fell right on my leg.” It was a show that lasted over more than one day, so he couldn’t finish the rest of the competition.

 

The scariest moment of his life was on a horse but that didn’t stop his passion and bravery. “I was riding a little horse, we were going over a little gymnastics when his legs got caught up in the poles and he fell next to me.  He would have landed on me, and  I would have died. I still had to go to the doctor and have my leg checked out. Within three weeks I was back and riding.”

 

THE END