In Humanities we are working on writing essays for a book we read called Parzival. My essays argues that Parziavl’s upbringing hindered in life. It is hard to find all the evidence to back up my argument. It is also hard to find a strong sentence to write. My essay is still a work in progress but I feel pretty good about it.
This is my Thanksgiving piece. I am really proud of what I wrote because I felt that I added lots of detail. The draft project was good but then I went through and read it over. Then I edited it and made it more descriptive. During writing this essay I learned how to edit in the best way I can. I think when I was writing this piece I was focused and I really liked what I was writing about. This my piece.
Every year on Thanksgiving my whole family goes up to my grandparents house to watch the parade. They live uptown by Central Park where the parade passes. We drove up to their house at 10:00 and we brought the food we made, just in time for the parade.The ride up was filled with traffic, it was about 45 minutes to get up there but it felt like hours. When we arrived we parked our car in the tiny garage that we barely can fit in. We walked into the bottom floor of the building, the floors were shiny and my shoes clicked when I walked. At the end of the hall there are two elevators, the elevator took us to the 5th floor where my grandparents live. My sister and I ran to the end of the hall and rung the doorbell, my grandmother answered the door. She was wearing tan pants, a white shirt and black flats. A white apron covered in spices and sauce was wrapped around her waist and her hands were covered by oven gloves. Her brown hair was pulled back into a tight bun. We walked in to see our grandfather sitting in a reclined chair in the small living room. On the wall next to him there was a tree painted on the wall. I leaned in to hug him, his grey sweater was very warm. His grey hair is pulled to one side of his head. My mom bc xxput the pumpkin pie cheesecake on the counter and talked to my grandmother. The pumpkin smell fills the room. I sneak over and take a peek at the orange pie with white icing designed in a spider pattern. Sitting in the family room is my dad’s cousin, she was talking to my great-aunt. My dad’s cousin is wearing a brown dress and black tights. Her short brown hair is down. My great-aunt had her grey hair in its normal state and is wearing black pants along with a white blouse. My dad walked over to talk to them. My sister and I ran to the balcony to watch the parade.
The parade hadn’t started yet so my sister and I waited on the balcony. A breeze whipped my hair in my face as a puff of cold air left my mouth. I saw a glimpse of a bright balloon coming around the high rise building, the parade had started. The first balloon was a yellow star. The word “MACY’S” was printed in red onto the front. 14 people held down the balloon so it didn’t fly away. They walked down the street, smiling and waving at everyone on the ground. More balloons passed replicating characters from movies like spiderman and snoopy. Floats passed where people are singing. The wind whistled and frost got to us so we went inside. Inside the TV was playing a different part of the parade where they showed dances and parts of plays. Those were my favorite part of the parade. Finally we had a late Thanksgiving lunch. We all sat at the table and opened our party crackers. My cracker was orange with white lining.The popping sound took me by surprise, a small toy, a paper hat, and a riddle fell out. Everyone put their hats on and we told each other our jokes and riddles. That was my favorite Thanksgiving tradition.
This is my creative writing piece. It is about a very tall man and his struggles. After writing the piece my writing partner edited it then I revised. I am really proud of my piece and hope to do more writing in the future.
My name is Juan. I have dark brown hair and brown eyes, I’m pretty plain but I’ve always been taller than most of the people in my life. When I was in elementary school I was always in the back of school photos. In middle school I was taller than the tallest teacher, who was 6’9. Then there was high school where I was teased a lot but they couldn’t hurt me, I was to tall. They started to appreciate me when I joined the basketball team.
Now I am working in an office. A plain, boring old office. There is a dark brown desk, a light brown chair and a grey rug. The gray rug has black triangular patterns and it clashes with the beige walls. Every morning I bang my head on the dark oak door frame because I am too tall to fit through. When I sit at my desk my boney knees bang against the underneath. For work I have to wear certain clothes but the pants I need are never long enough. My feet are always crammed into shoes that don’t fit me. Shopping for beds is particularly depressing. I always sleep curled up into a ball and I just fit. Something that is a part of my daily routine is getting jokes like “How is the weather up there?” or “At least you know when it rains first.” Of course when you have long legs you must have long arms. I must be the clumsiest person you ever met. Every time I turn something falls over. When I walk I trip on my own limbs. Even the office had to baby proof everything because of the ‘clients’. I know they were protecting the office from me.
It was just like any day. I walked into the office, banged my head on the door frame and spilled the coffee on my boss and I thought she was going to comfort me, but she didn’t. She yelled and yelled and yelled. Before I knew it I was fired. Fired from the boring old office I had been working at for years. Fired by the woman in the purple pantsuit. I gathered all my things and left the glass building on 18th street.
I was looking for a job for months. I sat in my hard wooden chair searching for anything I could pass by time with. Then one day I was flipping through a newspaper and I saw this “Are you tall, handsome and incredibly muscular? Call 1-800-RUNWAYS!” So, you guessed it, I called. So what if I only fit one of the job descriptions, I would try my best. I was greeted on the phone by a woman with such a high voice I thought she was 4 years old. She told me to come over right away. I walked over to Time Square and into one of the buildings.
As I walked in I was greeted by the same women that answered the phone. She pointed me to room 131 and watched me strangely as I walked away. The room was silent when I entered. No one spoke a word of english so it was a bit awkward. The photographer pointed me to the dressing room. I peeked in and of course I was modeling pants. As I told you before pants and I don’t get along. I pulled on the first pair of jeans with no confidence in keeping this job. I walked out of the dressing room trying to seem shorter than I actually was. The photographer took one look at me and asked me to leave. I was fired on my first day for “string bean legs”. Once again I was looking for a job.
Thanksgiving was coming around and we were going to have a family get together. On Thanksgiving I saw all my relatives including my uncle who is a famous artist. He offered me a job as a painter for his company. I obviously took it.
My first painting I did was a portrait. I sat down on the stool and set up the easel. The lights in the room shone onto another chair which I assumed would sit the client. The women that I was painting walked in and sat down in front of me. She growled like I had wronged her. Then she struck a pose and I started painting. I probably should have told my uncle that I am not the best painter. When I finished the women took one look at the painting and screamed. Then she ran. And I was fired.
I had given up on finding a job. Maybe I would marry a rich woman for her fortune. I walked with my head down everywhere I went except for the one time it counted. I was walking through Central Park when I saw an old lady, about 70 crying in her hands. I walked over and asked what was wrong. She said her cat was stuck in a tree and pointed to a ginger cat. At first I thought who brings their cat to the park but then I realized I needed to help her. I walked over to the tree. Its leaves were turning orange which made it even harder to find the cat. I reached up, felt around and grasped something furry. I pulled it down safely and handed it to the old lady. She thanked me profusely and told me I was a hero.
Now I work at a fire station and my job is to save animals. It’s not the best job in the world but I love it. I am married and have 2 kids who are very tall. Everyone respects me now. My old workplace wants me back, the model agency wants me back, and my uncle wants me back but they only want me because I am special now and they lost their chance.
These are the scores for my math test. I feel like if I took this test again I could get better scores. I am proud of my score but feel I could have done better in some parts of the test. Somethings on the test were hard but others were very easy for me.
This was one of my best pages on the Spanish test.
This is one of my worst pages on the Spanish test.
This one of my math quizzes. I have really improved from my first quiz to my last one. On my first math quiz I got a 1 out of 4 but this one I got a 4 out of 4. I feel like I have really improved in the pop quizzes. I have been practicing the problems we have been doing on the pop quizzes and some I feel like I can improve on.
I am really proud of my improvement on the pop quizzes.
In math we have been working on a program called xtramath. It helps you with your multiplication. I only have one more problem to master and I have been practicing. I really would like to master the multiplication but I would really have to try my best.
This is my water log. In science we had to track a week of water use. And this was my result.
While we were reading Beowulf we annotated the text. We circled and defined vocabulary, underlined important parts and wrote chapter summaries. Annotating the text is important because it helps you understand parts you don’t know. If you are trying to look back at the text you don’t have to flip through all the pages because your chapter summaries help you. I am proud that I defined every word that I didn’t know. One thing I could improve on are my summary skills.
This year we went to Ashokan for a school trip again. In this photo we were heading to the blacksmith shop. That was one of the most interesting things we did at Ashokan to me. We also went on the gorge hike like we did last year. One of my favorite parts of the gorge hike is the deer trail. It is a steep trail that was created by deer to get to the water. I learned a lot about the blacksmith and the history of Ashokan. There were a lot of stories about the history too. This year instead of the birds of prey show there was a reptile show. We also did a drum circle and we did some games for Olympics. Last year we didn’t get to do blacksmithing or get to see the reptile show.