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Outside of the truck there was blinding snow, icy roads, and busy nurses. I jumped out the door into the Hospital only to be struck with fear. The smell of all the medical equipment, hand sanitizer, and fresh moped floors. The sweet sound of the women's voice came over the speaker and I was then in an empty room by myself. The doors "Whooshed" open and then doctor strutted in. The pain in my arm was excruciating and I almost cried like a baby. I watched a clear liquid in a bag drip slowly and staidly into my arm. The white wall became blue and then lights became brighter. The doctors voice was fading away and everything visible was gone. The tingling in my toes felt like a million bee stings....Next thing I knew I was waking up in an unknown place only staring at a clock. Time seemed to be going slower and slower and my heart started to pound harder. Where was I? Who is her with me? Why am I here? What is going on? My body was dead and my throat was numb. The taste of Apple Juice never tasted better. A voice came clear on my left side and I then was taken to a room where I finally say my parents. I was pushed out of the hospital in a wheelchair and back into the truck where I only say blinding snow, icy roads, and a focused driver.

The pain was unbearable, but the fluffy couch had never felt better. I slept there for hours not even moving. The delicious scent of dinner made my mouth water wanting to eat. I was stuck only eating ice cream and soup. It burned just to smoothly sliding it down. About every 3-4 hours I was forced to take pain medicine, except I refused too because it tasted toxic. I bent over the side of the long couch and spit anything still in my mouth. The bright sun peeked into the large windows. The rays struck my body heating me up quickly.

Back at the hospital the freshly mopped floors and the wide open, empty rooms sat waiting for patients. The bed lye there waiting for me to crawl into. My body felt like jello just going along with the flow. The tears rolled down my face and my legs were shaking more than a paint mixer. The scent of fresh blood, the blank face of a new nurse, and the sound of the doctors voice bring nothing but bad news. The liquid forced down my throat was burned the sore but man did that little bit fill my empty stomach up. The flexible bed rose up and down with the whispers going on while I laid there resting. The bodies swarmed around me and the food brought in just sat there waiting to eaten. The sight of a wheelchair and the white truck pulling up was the most relived I had felt in 2 weeks.

Telling Writing Composition 1

Today, was the day I woke up and could hardly open my eyes to the sunshine. My body was telling me to stay in bed but my mind was yelling at me to get up. I realized I had a game tonight and stared bouncing off the walls. I made sure all my things were together but then looked at the time and started scrambling to get everything done. My dad was yelling at me, my sister was stalling, and I was just about to burst. Then again I wanted to crawl back in bed and stay there the rest of the day. By that time it was time to go to school and finally be ready of a full and busy day.

Strange Fruit

Billy Holiday sent a message with her poem about how the Southerners brutely killed the blacks. The poem starts by saying, "blood on the leaves and blood at the root, black body swingin in the southern breeze." The message in the first part of the poem, is that the white people beat up the blacks and then they are hung,killed, and the tree is now growing with their blood. The second part is saying that the body is swaying in the wind, going back and forth as the body had buldging eyes and a twisted mouth. The "strange fruit" in the end of the poem is the dead bodies becoming part of the earth again, but in a way that you wouldn't expect. Billy Holiday made the South look beautiful, but then went on to say they were killing blacks in a disgusting and cruel way. Reading this poem made me realize both sides of what was going on between the Southerners and the blacks. The white people thought they were doing something right for society, when they actually weren't. Then the blacks who were being targeted weren't able to fight back without being hung or beat up. The main message was that the South thought it was a beautiful and noble place, when in reality it was a disgusting and terrible act towards the black people.

Vocab story 1

Way back when I was a young boy I had gone to a magical land called Gumdrop Island; and that is where my story begins. My parents never believed me when I told them about the Island, until I took them there one day. On the Island there were little dwarfs with pointy ears and firery red hair. They may have looked innocuous, but thoes dwafs sure could beat you up. The first time I had visited the Gumdrop Island the oldest dwarf decided to kick me in the leg and drag me to a jail. I didn't think I was doing anything wrong, except that I relized I was about four feet taller than them and look like I was masquerading as a dwarf killer. While they had me locked me up in the jail I took some maiming blows. The second time I got head butted in the gut and my toes choped off. Not only my toes choped off but my finger nails ripped off. After being in the jail for about two weeks I really got to thinking, maybe I should let them know I am not here to harm them? I felt I wasn't wanted here and maybe I should head home. All I could say to that thought was " I think I might have a chance here and I want to show these dwarfs I can help them and do something for them." I went to the head dwarf and tried to enlighten him about who I was and how I could help them so they could keep there gumdrops so sugary and colorful. At first he thought I was lying to him but once I showed him all the wonderful colors besides blue and red, he loved the idea of letting me stay. I never thought that my aplomb level would go back up. When I had first arrived at the island I felt I didn't belong and they didn't want me there. But now I know I have a place to be where I don't have to do chores, go to school, or brush my teeth before bed.

Harlem Renaissance Webquest

What exactly was "Jazz dance" and what kinds of dance forms did it influence?


Jazz dance was a popular free-flowing rhythem dance during the 1920's and influenced ballet and jazz music along with it. When the African-Americans migrated from the South to Harlem after World War I, Africans artistic expression influenced by their cultural roots came with them to America. One form was "Jazz dance," which was a type of dance that match rhythms and techniques together. The dance was influenced by their ancestors' journey of growing up in second class and gaining a sense of pride by showing it in art forms such as dancing. The dance looked like free-flowing rhythms, body forms and patterns inspired by their ancestors' spiritual hymns and dances. It also was mixed with other spiritual influences surrounding them. There were Jazz clubs and famous people such as Charles Lindbergh who became famous from James Weldon Johnson's song about the dance. The first time the blacks had displayed Jazz dance was during the musical "Shuffle Along." About two decades later 40 musicals had been performed and swing dancing became popular in local clubs. Jazz dance influenced today's culture because we still hear and see many types of Jazz music and jazz dance still today. Jazz dance has also been experimented in ballet styles and jazz music has also got popular since the 1920's.

Caitlin Haley Jackson

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Mr.Lindenberg is the greatest jump roper of his generation. This year he won 27 tournaments and got lost one tournament against the African champion. For the last seven years he has been the world champion. They even believe he might go on to be the greatest of all time. Mr.Lindenberg has 182 metal from competing in the United States and 71 from countries all of the world. He has the most jumps ever recorded in a minute on one leg, backwards, and eyes closed. In one of his tournaments this year he decided to do 4 back flips in his performance and twisted his ankle. Every one thought he would be out for the next few tournaments, but he then went to prove he doesn't need both legs and can jump just as fast with one leg. Every kid who watches Mr.Lindenberg looks up too him and realizes he is not only a great jump roper but an outstanding person as well.

Worst Life Story

My worst life story happened way back in 5th grade! I have always had big tonsils any sometimes couldn't sleep at night. So my parents and I decided that I should have surgery to have them taken out. I went in that day, over winter break and had got them out. At first it didn't hurt but once I got home it hurt more than anything. I ended up not even swallowing my own spit. I didn't eat and I didn't drink anything. One night that week I had my friend Allie over for a sleepover. That night I woke up throwing up blood. Allie thought it was probably the grossest thing ever but boy did it hurt. My dad drove me back to the hospital and they check what was wrong. Because I hadn't been drinking water or eating, the back of my throat scabbed up and then it opened. The doctor then thought I might have to have surgery again. I spent the night there and had lost 15 pounds in that week. They made me eat milk shakes and beef broth to gain the weight and high drate myself.
(this is what a tonsil is) click here