French Class

In French we have two books, our workbook and our textbook, most days we do pages from them, some to reflect, others to learn new words and phrases. The activities range from simply writing it or even bingo occasionally.

Here is an example.

 

Page 76

 

  1. Christophe et Julien sont amis. Ils sont copains.
  2. Les deux garcons sont eleves dans un lycee francais.
  3. Le cours de francais n’est pas facile. Le cours de francais est strict.
  4. La prof n’est pas tres stricte. Juste difficile.

 

    1. True or false.
  1. L’algebre et la musique sont des sciences naturelles. Faux.
  2. L’economie est une langue. Faux.
  3. Pour les eleves americains, l’anglais est un cours obligatoire. Vrai.
  4. L’allemand est une science sociale. Faux.

 

    1. Plural Transfers.

 

  1. Les copains de Lucie sont amusants.
  2. Les soeurs de monique sont intelligentes.
  3. Les amis de Frederic sont francaises.
  4. Les profs de biologie sont stricts.
  5. Les filles brunes sont americaines.

 

Page 77

 

  1. Nous sommes eleves dans une ecole secondaire americain.
  2. Ils sont eleves dans un lycee francais.
  3. Vous etes eleves ou?
  4. Les eleves de Madame Fauvet sont intelligents.
  5. Qui un le prof de geometrie?

 

  Choosing Choices.

  1. En Haiti, il y a deux langues le francais et l’anglais.
  2. Il y a beaucoup d’influence cajun en Nouvelle Angleterre.

 

Arabian Nights

Arabian Nights is about a king whose brother’s wife left him, and he swore to kill everyone by marrying them and killing them the next day.

One day, a woman named Scheherazade wedded him, and every night she would tell him a story, and he would be too intrigued to kill her. Each night the story is left off at a cliff-hanger, so he would always want to know what happened next. All of the stories are well known, such as Aladdin and Alibaba.

Xtramath

We use Xtramath to practice math facts, and to get faster and more flexible with simple equations. I think it helps a lot because it has any simple multiplication problems that make you quicker with simple math. We also are supposed to do Xtramath every night.

Xtramath

Ashokan

The best part of the Ashokan trip was blacksmithing because most people never get to do it. Also we got to make things using burnt iron such as fire-pokers and plant hangers.  We got to do things people did in the medieval era, such as burn iron with white fire so we can hammer it to shape the iron.

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The worst part of the Ashokan trip was the bunks, because they were messy, loud and people kept each other up at night.

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fact to fiction

A fact to fiction story is where you take a story and at one point, make it fiction. Everyone in the grade did this, so here’s mine:

In the middle of summer, my brother, Jamie decided to try something new with our kayaks, there was a river next to our house, about a mile away.  We had decided to take the kayaks out of the pond, and into the river. My mother and him had gone on it twice before. He decided that he should take me for a ride, and I wasn’t even good at kayaking!  When we got to the put in spot, I felt my heart pounding in the very depths of my soul. We carried the tiny orange boats to the slippery rocks, and into the water. As we paddled happily along, listening to music and going through the deep waters, and avoiding shallow water. The wind was presenting a nice breeze, but then it got harder, and harder. I looked up, the sky was getting darker, I felt a drop of water land on my shoulder, and not salty river water, rain water. After it started raining my brother and I decided to take a break and shore for a bit.

 

About 10 minutes later, we decided it wasn’t going to clear up, by now it was almost pouring. We set off, just to find that it was pouring so hard, that the river had waves, powerful enough to knock a boat onto it’s back, as if it was a bug, trying to flip back onto it’s side. The rapids forced the tires to be wrecking balls, instead of wheels that drive cars forward. One tire hit the side of my Kayak, knocking the paddle out of my hands, just as a wave knocked me into the shallow water, meaning I had to get out of my kayak and push. I got out and was swept off of my feet, falling into the rocky water, the only thing stopping me from getting swept away by the current was Jamie, who grabbed my now wounded arm. I panicked and tried to climb up onto his Kayak, until I almost pulled him overboard. He saw my paddle spinning out of control next to him, he grabbed it, stuck it into my Kayak, and pulled. As the Kayak got dislodged from the rocks, he helped me up, and held the boats steady as I got in. He quickly gave me the paddle, and kept going. We swerved and turned, dipped and dived, we just had to keep moving. Then, he saw what he called the white house, and sure enough, it was a white house. He said it was about three quarters in, and as we got closer, I saw that beyond it the raging waters were as calm as they should be. As soon as we got past the house, it stopped, all of it stopped, the waves, the wind, the white water. It was if time had taken a break. The sky started to clear up into it was just a drizzle, which we didn’t mind since we were already soaked.


After what felt like forever, we made it, we got to the shore. We asked our parents if they saw the storm, or if it was on the forecast, but they said no to both and were very confused. I decided to keep it to myself, so no one would think I’m insane. I don’t know what happened, I don’t know how it happened, all I know is that it’s gonna take a long time for me to get over that and go Kayaking again.

Une déscription de moi

Je m’appelle Armant. J’ai onze ans.  Je suis americain. J’ai les cheveux blonds.  Ils es courts.

J’ai les grands pieds et mains. Mes dents sont pointus.  J’ai les grande oreilles. J’ai la voix forte Je suis amusante, gentil, et calme. J’ai mal la au ventre.

 

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Summer Reflection

I took the last few days of school off to go to California to go to my grandparents’ (who had both died this year) funeral. When I was there I saw my cousins who also live in California and farmed grapes for wine. After the funeral, we came back to Manhattan for a few days. We went upstate for a week, when our brother joined us for two more weeks up there. We were planning on one week but he got strep when we were about to go back. When he recovered, we went to the city for a week, and decided to get my father 2 kayaks. We already had a canoe for our pond, but we wanted more, thus, the kayaks. One week later, I went to camp with my friends in Maine for two weeks. When I got back my dad almost got arrested because they didn’t see me come off the plane and thought he kidnapped me! We stayed upstate for a week with the entire family and had a lot of fun. At the end of that week, my brother went back to college, followed by my sister on labor day. Then came the end of summer.

Family time!

During the summer I saw my and sister who had both gone to college. It was a great family reunion since I hardly get to talk to either of them, nor see them. So we had a great time with them both and it was hard saying goodbye, but we knew that we could easily talk to each other, we talk and text as if we were in the same house!

Going to camp!

In the middle of summer I went to camp in Maine. It was called Hidden Valley. It was my first time going to any camp so I only went for two weeks. I went with Hudson, Wyatt, Ben, and made friends at camp too!

In this picture I'm going down the slip n' slide with with my cabin.
In this picture I’m going down the slip n’ slide with with my cabin.