Flowers
Blooming in spring
Making fields colorful
Bringing bright smiles to faces
Summer
In humanities right now we are learning about poetry.This is a poem I wrote all by myself. I wrote it in a style called Cinquain. The first line must be 2 syllables, the second 4, the third 6, the fourth is 8 and the final line is 2 again. This is one out of three ways to write a Cinquain poem. I missed out on a humanities class the taught us this, so I had to write this poem at my house. I do take a real liking in this subject. I think it is most enjoyable. Over all poetry is quite hard to write. You have to put your mind in a different head space. I think I am progressing in coming up with better words to describe myself. Something that I found challenging was making my writing fit the rubric of the poem. Dave has taught our class a lot more skills about writing poetry and annotating it too. We have looked at Rumi poems. Rumi was a man in the medieval times that was one of the first people to write poetry. He wrote it in such a way that it spoke to people through there hearts. We took some of his poems and annotated them because it is an important skill to not only be able to write poetry but to understand poetry. I am looking forward to writing more and more every class I take.
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ght think that bones are glued or sewn together but in reality bones are held together by magical holders called joints. Right now take a look at your shoulder or your finger or you elbow. These are some parts of the body that help you out a lot, but you don’t really know how they work, so we’re going to explain it. One thing that all these parts of your body have in common is that they are mostly just a joint. These joints are all different from each other. There are actually five main types of joints. The ball and socket, Condyloid joint, Saddle joint, hinge joint, pivot joint. The ball and socket joint is made to almost move on a 360 degree angle. There are a lot of ligaments because of how much movement it can do but since there are so many ligaments a lot of things can go on. The ball and socket joint structure is good because when protecting or blocking yourself human instincts are to cover yourself with your arms using your ball and socket joint. You have to move your arms in many directions so the ball and socket joint is very useful.A good example of the condolid is the wrist bone. The condyloid is what gives the wrist bone flexibility to move in different ways. But it doesn’t get all of the flexibility that the ball and socket gets. Saddle joint, You can find this joint in your thumb. The thumb sits on a kind of bone that sits on another bone. The saddle joint is also what gives your thumb to move in different ways, like how you can touch all your fingers on your hand with only your thumb. Hinge joint, You will find this joint in your fingers. This joint only moves one way. It is just like door. It only moves forward. Our human body has adapted to picking up things so now our hands only need to one way, but who know what we would be capable of if we could move our joints backward. Where would your nails be. Our life would be very different if our fingers were more like the ball and socket joint. The animals before were digging so this joint was an advantage. It would make your joints stronger.he pivot joint you find in your elbow and that makes you rotate your elbow in different ways. This joint looks like a pole that has a semi circle wrapped around the top. Now that you know more about your joints, hopefully you will be more careful about cracking your knuckles or popping out a joint.
I liked using the exact-o knife. I liked how it moved. It was my first time using one so it was kind of difficult. I like how it turned out. I think I could have done better. The colors are more for the Islamic design. We had to think outside the box. I think that I accomplished that.
I loved this process. It was so much fun making it. I loved how it turned out so much. I love the colors and how they mix. I was going for the theme of nature. As you can see it is an M. You might not see this from the picture, but I wrote my name in the bamboo. This was so much fun and I want to do it again.
This is my Fabric Collage. I am in the cartographer’s guild and I thought that this was a great way of expressing that. I really liked making it, but it was difficult to cut the fabric into the shape I wanted. I liked the idea of the paper air plane because I felt like it was a metaphor for travel. I travel from France to Spain and I think it is important to show that. I put a sea monster in the water because it is mostly what medieval people thought was in the water when people died. I loved making this and I think it turned out great.
I chose my style because I really like reggae and I new it was going to be a challenge. I learned a lot about my style. I had a fun time discovering new styles too. I learned about the beat and the type where it is off. I learned about the guitar strum. And I learned about all the types of singers that sang it too. I had a really hard time making it. It doesn’t really sound like reggae but I think that there are some important parts that do.
We didn’t change that much as a class, but we did increase our vegetables by a lot. I personally did a better job by eating more vegetables. I also see that it is kind of even. Not exactly, but it isn’t all grain or anything like that. I think we did a pretty good job on fixing our lunches. We are all different and have different lunches and at home eat different things so putting us all together might not give the best results. I have a very different lunch then this. This graph is very different from the ideal graph. We have a lot more diary.
My mom is the drama teacher at our school and I chose to interview her because I already knew a lot about her, but I found out that there is a whole other side to her. I love my mom and I love learning about her. This was a really fun experience because I jumped into my mom’s childhood and upbringing. My mom has always been an amazing person in my eyes, but when I heard her stories I really thought about my mom’s entire life. I have always been interested in my mom’s life because she turned out to be such a kind and loving human being that I wanted to learn more about how she came to be. My interview happened in my house and I was on the couch. My mom and I had a nice interview and I learned a lot about my mom’s history and her career.
We wrote letters to the people we wanted to interview for our project. The letter asked about things that I would want to learn more about. I really loved this project and I felt like I did a lot of thoughtful writing. It was all handwritten, but luckily for me I have great handwriting. I gave it to my mom and when she read it and agree I was quite happy. I kind of knew that she wasn’t going to say no because she’s my mom and this is a school project. I had a lot of fun writing it and the entire time was fun too.
I thought about what I wanted to ask my mom and I had to really dig deep because I know her well. I had to think of questions that were thoughtful and still had a lot of ways to go. I think that I did good questions because I got a lot of good responses.These are the questions I came up with:
What is your favorite part about your job and why?
What was your childhood like?
What’s a moment in your life that made you change as a person?
If you could re-do your life what would you change and why?
What was the biggest difference between England and America?
What do you miss about England?
Where have you been and where do you want to go and why?
What was the hardest challenge in life?
Who helped you through the hardest moment of your life?
We wrote our step that we took in a document. Here are mine:My step 2 doc
I feel really good on how it turned out. I put a lot of time and effort into it and I think it payed off. I am proud to present My interview.
June 17th, 1348
Dear Cousin Cecily and Sarafina,
I am writing to you for I must tell you the pain that has happened in the last month. It seems that the palace has gone under way with death. My maids must be all be sinners for they have the devil in them. They have fevers and black oozing bumps with puss. It’s just so revolting. The smell makes me want to vomit. It smells like rotting flesh. Sadly my best friend from the town died from it. My father has made the decision to lock me in my room and to keep out all the other maids. My little brother past away after being in a lot of pain and torture. I am happy that it ended but I am very upset. He was only five. Why did the devil have to take him? Why? I can’t cope with the pain. My mother has a fever and I fear it is the end for her too. If she dies I become queen. That’s so scary for me.
When I look out my window I see fires and blood on the streets. It can only be God’s disappointment. My town has gone down hill. Men whip themselves while the women soak up blood with cloths and put it on their eyes. I can’t bare to watch it. Cecily, please send me your luck and love. Send your love to all of England and I will send all my love to France. I miss you and Sarafina. I have never had better friends or cousins like you two. I wish I had you two here. You could help brush the tangles out of my blond hair for I can’t get a single comb through it. The deaths have depressed me enough to commit suicide. I look at the mirror and think that the demons should take me now. There’s no point in being alive it is obvious that I have sinned for why else would God punish me. I am only 17 and I have apparently been so bad that God himself is punishing me.
I hope that you are swell and happy. I wouldn’t bare another day alive if something happened to you. I don’t know if I can make it to July. My nails have grown long and my hair is getting darker. My blue eyes hang down with all hope lost like a tree without leaves. You might just call me a witch by now. I can feel it in my bones, the devil’s coming. Sometimes I feel like my heart just stops and I am lost in space. Floating with an endless pain scorching my stomach. My head loses life and I spin and drift in blood and death itself. I cry myself to sleep at night sometimes hoping I don’t wake up.
Is it wrong of me to want it to all end? The pain and deaths and all the madness. I wake up and taste blood from my lip for I have been biting it in fear. I hear shrieks and screams coming from the town. It is normally from the flagellants but sometimes I hear children yell out, “Help! Help!” from the streets because their family has died. I am not aloud to hug my family for they don’t think it is safe. I need love. This might be the last time I can write to you for a long time because I get weaker every day. I can barely put on my dresses any more. Sometimes I stay in my nightgown all day. No one sees me so what does it matter. Anyway I hope that you two are having a nice time in France. I would love to hear from you and how it’s going. How’s the family? As you know mine isn’t doing so well. I wish you the best of luck and God be with you for he is not with me. Send my kisses to your mother and father.
Lots of love, Jasmine Sucré John
I have improved a lot on my goal for the year which was to get better at spelling. I improved by doing free writes and I am really proud of that. I have gotten better at spelling and I think it is time for a new one. We have been watching a plague video and have been taking notes. I feel like I can improve on taking notes. I will do more and think about what I write down.
