This is my movie of 2010 year!!! This is also a reflection of my first six months of 6th grade.
Enjoy :)
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Learning Profile-Reflection
I learn better when I can speak or write (about what the teacher is talking about). For example, the teacher gives an example, I learn from that. "A visual learner that needs to see, speak, and/or write in order to learn" I also tend to do better when there is a step by step instructions. Preferbley, written down. "Has the ability to follow step by step visual instructions." The paper says, "Activities that help: reading out loud, active listening, Brain Gym Thinking Caps, megaphones, listening to the words of music, toning the vowels and integrated cross lateral foot play like cross crawls, walking, soccer, dancing, and martial arts like Tai Chi." This is how I learn better.
I need an balance of arts, music, freeform movement, and more. "An inegrative balance of art, music, freeform, and interpersonal/intrapersonal skills combined with cognitive endeavors will be highly beneficial." I usually do other things other that. This is mostly because I'm better at writing and stuff, and because I don't enjoy art and music very much. It is better if I sit at the front of the room near the right hand side. This helps listening from my dominant ear, the left. "This learner benefits from sitting at the front of the room on the right hand side to better access the dominant ear." These are a few things that might help my learning and understanding.
There are many strategies that could help me learn better. I understand better when there is visual instructions, like a movie, poster, picture, etc... If I tend to look over things before starting the work. When the teachers talk, I ask a lot questions, just to make sure. If I get an iMovie or picture, I can look over it or listen to it again to make sure, so I won't ask the teacher too many questions. Also, when the teachers keeps talking on and on, it gets boring for me, I loose my concentration. I sometimes day dream instead of listening, because I can't keep up with my teacher. If I were looking at a picture or watching a short movie, I might be pay a lot more attention. And I would put a bigger effort because I get the work or project we are supposed to do. Like the time we solved the problems Mesopotamia had. It was easier for me to understand and pay attention. I put more effort and pushed my group members further. These are the stratagies that could help me learn better.
I would like my teachers to know that I am better at writing stuff. I excel at blog posts, lit circles, etc... better than artsy projects. I also enjoy them better. I like writing a lot though, more than the maximum limit. I like to go into details in stories, it takes many words to do that. I don't like seeing a big picture. I go look for details. In a painting, I would probably forget the main painting, but be interested in details. I like things to be big, and detailed. Sort of like a book. Big, large books are more interesting to me than shorter ones. I also have difficulty with my memory. I tend to forget a lot things, unless it's very important. My spelling and math skills aren't very good either. The profile evens says that. "May have difficulty with memory, spelling and math skills due to temporal lobe/limbic connection with hearing and memory. These are just few notes I would like my teachers to know.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Collaborative Literature Circles
Literature Circles is a way of sharing ideas, thoughts, questions, and more. Currently I am reading the book 'Julie of the Wolves' by Jean Craighead George. Daisy, Melodie, and Claire are members of my group. The last Lit Circle, there was a twist, two twists actually. First, a different member was going to grade our lit circle. The second twist was, we were to partner up with someone from our group, and do a collaborative lit circle. Claire and I partnered up, we each got our equal share of work. One passage, a discussion, one response, one connection, a vocabulary word each. This collaborative lit circle had its benefits. It had its challenges and also gave knowledge.
The benefit (s) of working with a partner was, we got less work. Instead of doing of each thing, we only had to one, the other half our partner did. Doing two of each thing is hard work, finding two important passages and writing them is not easy. The most difficult, the question, you have to get a good level question, out of the box. Something that isn't answered easily, something you have to think about, especially something you give a quality answer. When you work with someone, you can get feedback from he/she to make it better. Your partner knows the book, they can help with mistakes and misunderstanding.
There were some challenges we over came or tried to over come. One, I had forgotten my book at school on thursday. It was difficult to work without the book, because without the book, I couldn't get quotes, or little details and stuff like that. Claire had mentioned to me that I could read from google books. It was a close save, I used the google book to get information. Luckily, it was only Thursday, I still had a few more days left. We had gotten over that problem. Claire too had some trouble. She just couldn't figure out a good question. She thought about it for two days and got nothing. I thought that I could give her a question, but that would've been cheating. I was checking moodle out of habit when I came across the sheet to help us with our question, "Question Stems". I examined the sheet, it was perfect! When I told Claire about this, she quickly looked over at it. Soon enough she got a good question plus a great response.
My understanding of the novel has grown since I last read. The last reading assingment was all about Julie's past. I learned she her father, Kapugen had died while fishing, Julie wasn't near him because she had to go away from seal to go to school. Her aunt, Aunt Martha, took her away. Julie later got married to Daniel at the age of thirteen. She either could live with her aunt or move away to marry Daniel. Julie never liked her aunt, even at first sight. Her husband, Daniel, was terrifying too, that was the main reason she ran away from home. Julie was heading to her pen pal, Amy, who had been waiting for Julie for months. Now Julie has gotten her reason to go away to live in San Francisco. But, she gets stuck on the North Slope. A barren land of ice, where hunting is pretty much impossible.
The benefit (s) of working with a partner was, we got less work. Instead of doing of each thing, we only had to one, the other half our partner did. Doing two of each thing is hard work, finding two important passages and writing them is not easy. The most difficult, the question, you have to get a good level question, out of the box. Something that isn't answered easily, something you have to think about, especially something you give a quality answer. When you work with someone, you can get feedback from he/she to make it better. Your partner knows the book, they can help with mistakes and misunderstanding.
There were some challenges we over came or tried to over come. One, I had forgotten my book at school on thursday. It was difficult to work without the book, because without the book, I couldn't get quotes, or little details and stuff like that. Claire had mentioned to me that I could read from google books. It was a close save, I used the google book to get information. Luckily, it was only Thursday, I still had a few more days left. We had gotten over that problem. Claire too had some trouble. She just couldn't figure out a good question. She thought about it for two days and got nothing. I thought that I could give her a question, but that would've been cheating. I was checking moodle out of habit when I came across the sheet to help us with our question, "Question Stems". I examined the sheet, it was perfect! When I told Claire about this, she quickly looked over at it. Soon enough she got a good question plus a great response.
My understanding of the novel has grown since I last read. The last reading assingment was all about Julie's past. I learned she her father, Kapugen had died while fishing, Julie wasn't near him because she had to go away from seal to go to school. Her aunt, Aunt Martha, took her away. Julie later got married to Daniel at the age of thirteen. She either could live with her aunt or move away to marry Daniel. Julie never liked her aunt, even at first sight. Her husband, Daniel, was terrifying too, that was the main reason she ran away from home. Julie was heading to her pen pal, Amy, who had been waiting for Julie for months. Now Julie has gotten her reason to go away to live in San Francisco. But, she gets stuck on the North Slope. A barren land of ice, where hunting is pretty much impossible.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Literature Circle Discussion
My literature circle group, Claire, Daisy, and Melodie, our book, Julie of the Wolves by Jean Craighead George. We did our first discussion last tuesday. Literature Circles is a way of sharing thoughts, ideas, question and so on about the same book a few people are reading. Everyone has a different viewpoint of the book, getting together and discussing about it helps the reader understand more about the book. My reading book 'Julie of the Wolves' is about a girl, Miyax, who runs away from her terrifying husband, Daniel, to her pen pal Amy who lived in San Francisco. Miyax had gotten lost on the North Slope of Alaska, where she met a pack of wolves. Soon they are her only hope of survival, The Slope is barren, with no food she has to depend on the wolves to give her food. Each person in the group shared their Lit Circle sheets, which includes two passages, two discussion questions, two responces to the questions, two connections and two vocabulary. After sharing I noticed how each of us had a different idea about the same book, and I understood that listening to each other we also helped them with mistakes they made or a misunderstanding.
The group discussion helped my understanding of the book, not only me but everyone else in the group. I had trouble understanding the sentences and their meaning because English my second language. My group helped me clear out those problems. For example I thought someone else was talking about Miyax, like they were telling the story not Miyax. My group members explained to me how it works and I learned. Also Daisy, thought that Silver gave food to Miyax not Jello. Jello, almost an adult wolf gave food to a pup, Kapu, who brought food to Miyax.
Connections are important in a discussion, they help bring out similar thoughts or question from group members. Sometimes there are connections sometimes there's no connections, but it's still important. Most people think similarly, but not quiet the same usually notice the same things in books. For example, for the discussion questions, Daisy and Melodie had the same question just the words were turned around a bit. They aruged about it for a while, but Claire told them that maybe they thought in similar ways.
I predict that using Lit Circles kids can express their ideas and thoughts. Then other group members will see the book from a different angle. Sometimes in your group there might be a shy kid, as they get used to Lit Circles they will start to share more ideas. Since their always with the same group they get comfortable with them.
Literature Circles is a useful reading group thats helps ideas, thoughts, question, connections, predictions for a book come out. Group members understand because they are reading the same book. Sharing ideas makes understanding easier, they can see similar ideas, edit mistakes or misunderstanding. When someone has a problem, they can ask their group members for help.
The group discussion helped my understanding of the book, not only me but everyone else in the group. I had trouble understanding the sentences and their meaning because English my second language. My group helped me clear out those problems. For example I thought someone else was talking about Miyax, like they were telling the story not Miyax. My group members explained to me how it works and I learned. Also Daisy, thought that Silver gave food to Miyax not Jello. Jello, almost an adult wolf gave food to a pup, Kapu, who brought food to Miyax.
Connections are important in a discussion, they help bring out similar thoughts or question from group members. Sometimes there are connections sometimes there's no connections, but it's still important. Most people think similarly, but not quiet the same usually notice the same things in books. For example, for the discussion questions, Daisy and Melodie had the same question just the words were turned around a bit. They aruged about it for a while, but Claire told them that maybe they thought in similar ways.
I predict that using Lit Circles kids can express their ideas and thoughts. Then other group members will see the book from a different angle. Sometimes in your group there might be a shy kid, as they get used to Lit Circles they will start to share more ideas. Since their always with the same group they get comfortable with them.
Literature Circles is a useful reading group thats helps ideas, thoughts, question, connections, predictions for a book come out. Group members understand because they are reading the same book. Sharing ideas makes understanding easier, they can see similar ideas, edit mistakes or misunderstanding. When someone has a problem, they can ask their group members for help.
Sources-
newberryproject.blogspot.com
cobbk12.org
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Not Enough "Cargo"?
Papua New Guinea (PNG) is a country above the continent of Australia. The population is about 5,940,775, the coordinates are 6˚00'S 147˚00' E. Port Moresby, the capitol, it is near the Golf Of Papua. PNG is not a wealthy country like Australia or New Zealand. Even though they all are very close to each other. Papua New Guinea is not as wealthy as Australia or New Zealand not because of their skin color. It's not because of the geographical site, they are both near the same area and most probably produce similar products. It is because PNG, unlike the Australia, has kept working the same way as they did thirteen thousand years ago.
Papua New Guinea has had the same working traits for about thirteen thousand years. They did not try different ways to improve living. About thirteen thousand years ago, people slowly changed from hunting and gathering to farming. PNG still has some of the Paleolithic traits. In small, poor villages, people usually hunt and gather like their ancestors. The problem with that is that, it takes longer to gather enough food for a stable supply. The women gathered plant protein while the men hunted. There wasn't enough time to gather or hunt enough to feed everyone. The gathered plants didn't have enough protein for a human body. It took the Papua New Guineans a long time to advance, only because they kept to old time working habits.
Since Papua New Guinea had kept to the old habit, they were behind in the advancement in history, while other countries, like Australia, New Zealand, USA, China, Japan, Korea, Canada, and so on. The others had come to them and tuaght the basics and left them to catch up, because they were very behind in modern time that they couldn't keep up to the advanced technology. That is one of the reasons why Australia and New Zealand is wealthier than PNG. Although they are in the same region. If Papua New Guinea had not followed the old ways for so long they might have been as wealthy as the others countries in that region.
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Papua New Guinean
By, Zarafsha
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Wikepidia
http://wwp.greenwichmeantime.com/
Tageo.com
globosapiens.net
premium-photo.com
magellantraders.net
Papua New Guinea has had the same working traits for about thirteen thousand years. They did not try different ways to improve living. About thirteen thousand years ago, people slowly changed from hunting and gathering to farming. PNG still has some of the Paleolithic traits. In small, poor villages, people usually hunt and gather like their ancestors. The problem with that is that, it takes longer to gather enough food for a stable supply. The women gathered plant protein while the men hunted. There wasn't enough time to gather or hunt enough to feed everyone. The gathered plants didn't have enough protein for a human body. It took the Papua New Guineans a long time to advance, only because they kept to old time working habits.
Since Papua New Guinea had kept to the old habit, they were behind in the advancement in history, while other countries, like Australia, New Zealand, USA, China, Japan, Korea, Canada, and so on. The others had come to them and tuaght the basics and left them to catch up, because they were very behind in modern time that they couldn't keep up to the advanced technology. That is one of the reasons why Australia and New Zealand is wealthier than PNG. Although they are in the same region. If Papua New Guinea had not followed the old ways for so long they might have been as wealthy as the others countries in that region.
Puapa New Guinea Flag
By, Zarafsha
Sources-
Wikepidia
http://wwp.greenwichmeantime.com/
Tageo.com
globosapiens.net
premium-photo.com
magellantraders.net
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Trespassers
So much sound was caused up on the surface. The crabs were scuttling, other mud skippers were jumping. So much for a good rest. Wondering what was happening because usually there wasn't so much noise, except when humans came. The big, scary humans. Wearing big black boots that could crush a mud skippers within seconds. A shiver ran through me. I quickly leaped out to make sure. It was a mess up here. All sorts of creatures were looking for a hiding space, but I just stood there with a confused face. Suddenly a crab came dashing toward me, knocking me down. I feel on my back.
"Sorry! Sorry! But the big animals with black feet are coming!" Squealed the crab as it ran away.
They were coming! I hoped they came to plant only. Sure enough I could hear boots thundering to the mud pool. Except there was lots of boots coming this way. The tourists! There had never been so many tourists before, or so many tourist coming to mangrove planting. I hurried to the nearest hole, but it was taken and so was most of the others. I wouldn't have enough time to dig a hole, then again I wouldn't have anywhere to hide either. I hid behind a tree, hoping they wouldn't notice. I started to dig up a hole. I pushed with all my might, but the ground was to hard. I kept pushing on the ground. Pushing my nails into the ground, but it was no use. My breath my coming out fast, my heart was pounding fast. I sighed. I inhaled and exhaled five before was breathing was back to normal. I could the booming voices of the humans. I peeked out for a look. When ever the humans came, I was always underground, in the mud. The soft, comfy, and the mud that I could dig in. I had gotten a glance once before at them but I didn't get to look long, it was when I was entering the mud hole. I had heard stories from from the other inhabitants of the pool, about the humans. It was always under the scary stories list. They looked the same as described in the stories.
"Hahahaha" I laughed softly after a long half an hour. The icky humans were getting stuck ever so often. Another laughed escaped my mouth. Us mud skippers leaped fast enough so we wouldn't get stuck. Occasionally I crazy mud skipper would stop for a while on purpose, sometimes young mud skippers would do that on a dare. This was very amusing, because when the humans got stuck, they tried to move, but they only fell over. This boy got stuck, and most probably got bored that he started to play with the mud! I thought came to me........ I might be able to get a mud shower! The stories that the elders told, once there was a stories about a mud fall and how the elder had taken a shower. Now was my chance to do something like that. I quietly and quickly leaped near the boy. I was careful not to leave the mangrove trees or else the humans might capture me and take to study, cut me open and stuff like that.
"Yuck! Gross." I muttered to myself. Just think about it make my stomach twist.
Just as I got there, a bigger boy came and helped him out. My shoulders dropped. I had come all the way here for nothing! Well not for long. My anger took over me and I run across to the other side. This surprised me because I had just ran on open space right in front of the humans! Adreline was pushing in my veins. I don't know why, but I wanted to do something bad, dangerous. I leaped up into the air and leaped again the second my feet touched the ground. Exusted, I stood on the spot for a while. It took awful lot of time to find out that my feet wasn't on dry land, and I had stood here on the spot for a long time. I tried to move my legs, but the wieght of the mad was heaver that a small mud skipper like me. I pulled and tried to leap but I couldn't. Nope nothing. There was one conclusion now.
I was stuck.
The other mud skipper and crabs were the only solution to this problem, but it would be a very, very long time before they could. The humans had to leave for them to come and help me, but by the look of it, by the time they left I would have sunk. I was sinking now actually, but I was sinking slowly. Not slow enough though. Abruptly, a shadow lomed over me. I was a large shadow. It was a shadow of a human.
"Awwwww. Look at the little mud skipper! Isn't it sooo cute?" A girl said, very excitedly, "But look it's looks stuck! Oh no!"
Great. My life was not that exciting, but it was long. Well medium for a mud skipper. It would have longer if only... If only my stupidity hadn't caused me to do this. I sighed the second time today. I stood still. Even if I got unstuck, I wouldn't be able out run a human anyways. I closed my eyes and sighed again. I knew what was coming. I the hard crush of the boot. She was going to crush me. Unless she wanted to study me, then I might have chance to escape, but she might put in jar or something. If she did, then I would suffocate. Sadly, I would die either way. I moved into the most comfortable position and waited for my death. I hoped it would be quick, and not painful. Instead of a crushing, heavy, huge boot, a soft hand dug me out of the earth. It pated me on my back. It gracefully put on dry mud. I turned to look at my saveor. The girl smiled a warm smile then turned around and walked away, or should I say half jumped, and half fell away. My jaw was hanging open like a hungry person eager to eat. I was shocked above anything. I guessed humans weren't that bad after all. Well not all of them.
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I was stuck.
The other mud skipper and crabs were the only solution to this problem, but it would be a very, very long time before they could. The humans had to leave for them to come and help me, but by the look of it, by the time they left I would have sunk. I was sinking now actually, but I was sinking slowly. Not slow enough though. Abruptly, a shadow lomed over me. I was a large shadow. It was a shadow of a human.
"Awwwww. Look at the little mud skipper! Isn't it sooo cute?" A girl said, very excitedly, "But look it's looks stuck! Oh no!"
Great. My life was not that exciting, but it was long. Well medium for a mud skipper. It would have longer if only... If only my stupidity hadn't caused me to do this. I sighed the second time today. I stood still. Even if I got unstuck, I wouldn't be able out run a human anyways. I closed my eyes and sighed again. I knew what was coming. I the hard crush of the boot. She was going to crush me. Unless she wanted to study me, then I might have chance to escape, but she might put in jar or something. If she did, then I would suffocate. Sadly, I would die either way. I moved into the most comfortable position and waited for my death. I hoped it would be quick, and not painful. Instead of a crushing, heavy, huge boot, a soft hand dug me out of the earth. It pated me on my back. It gracefully put on dry mud. I turned to look at my saveor. The girl smiled a warm smile then turned around and walked away, or should I say half jumped, and half fell away. My jaw was hanging open like a hungry person eager to eat. I was shocked above anything. I guessed humans weren't that bad after all. Well not all of them.
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Story: Zarafsha imagination
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asimons.co.uk
aquariumofpacific.org
treknature.com
By, Zarafsha
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asimons.co.uk
aquariumofpacific.org
treknature.com
By, Zarafsha
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Bullying!!!!
Once in my old school, my friends and I were at the playground at our school. I was in 3rd grade. There was this kid who was being teased for some reason unknown to me. The kid was Natie, she was a girl from my class who was always the top at academics, that might have why she was teased. These boys from my grade were teasing her and calling her 'Sluggie'. The boys always thought that they were so cool, and they were one of the popular kids. Their names were John, Eric, Josh, and Daniel. Me and my friends joined in with those boys one time. I know now that, that was a kind of bullying, but at that time I thought bullying was shoving and pushing. That was a time I participated in bullying.
Natie had snuck into the library after lunch but, since that was were she usually hid. John, Eric, Josh, and Daniel (The Gang) quickly found her hiding behind a big, fat book. The Gang almost dragged her out of the library. My friends and I were quietly gossiping and watching Natie get dragged out of the library. I kind of felt sorry, but no too much. One of my friends, Sonny, she was sort of like our leader. We were friends since kindergarten. There was Maggie, Agata, and Maya.
Sonny asked us. "Come on guys! Can go down to the playground."
"Why?" Maya and Maggie asked back.
"Because...... I wanna go see Natie!"
" Natie is so hilarious! Oops! I mean Sluggie is so hilarious!" I stated.
My friends and I reminded each other of the funny things that happened to Natie. Agata laughed so hard that tears almost came out. Her eyes were full of water, they looked like they were going burst out with water any moment, like a bag that was over flowing with items. Maya, Maggie, Sonny, and I laughed, but not as hard a Agata. When we reached the bottom of the steps, we could hear the kids chanting "Sluggie! Sluggie!". We ran towards the voices, and joined in with them. Today most about everyone in the playground came and chanted with The Gang. I was surprised that teachers didn't come and stop them. I let my mind wonder when the teachers were going to, because they obviously going to come sometime. I debated if I should leave and call for a teacher and let my friends think of me as a tattletale. All of a sudden, everyone started laughing at something, that broke my concentration and I just stayed with my friends. I pushed in through the crowd to see what was going on. When I did get a better view, I saw Natie weeping in the middle. Her hands clutched around her knee, her face was in between her knees. Natie's hair had blew with the wind. I started to find my friends and tell them that this was nice, when I got out of the large laughing crowd, I stood on my toes and stretched my neck the highest to look for Sonny, Maggie, Agata, and Maya. I felt a dry, hard, hand tap me on my elbow. I turned almost as fast as light. Hopping with all my heart that the person who tapped me was anybody but a teacher. I opened my closed eyes slowly. I had closed them when I turned around. To my greatest pleasure I saw that it was only Agata. Then I grabbed her hand and ran inside the nearest slide. The others followed me and Agata into the slide.
"What are we doing in here?" Maya asked in a soft voice that made me want to answer her every question as best as I could.
"Teachers." I said as I pointed out near the crowd. And sure enough four teachers walked right through the crowd.
"I'm so glad you got us out of that. Otherwise we would be in HUGE trouble!" Sonny exclaimed.
The others kids in the crowd did get into a whole lot of trouble. My friends and I were very smug that we had gotten away and the others hadn't. We were especially proud to prove to The Gang that it boys aren't better than girls, but nor were girls better than boys. Nobody thought about Natie, I thought about her once or twice I didn't really feel sorry for her. A part of me did but that part was just a teeny tiny spot of me. If I could go back in time and try to make this scene better than I would either call a teacher or just tell everyone to back off, and that Natie didn't do anything bad to them. I should have stood up for Natie, instead of just watching but back then, I didn't know that bullying was; making someone feel bad by our behavior. I just thought it was shoving and pushing.
Two goals I have this year to help everyone at ISKL feel safe and welcome is to stand up for people who are being bullied, and to not bully anyone. I want to stand up for people who are feeling bad for some else's behavior. I also do not want to do this alone. I hope that my friends will help me stand up for others, and I will tell our couselor. I hope I don't bully someone, because sometimes people are bullying someone without knowing, teasing in a friendly way is okay, but repeating it over and over makes the other person feel bad. That is bullying and will try to stop teasing or whatever when someone tells me to stop. Everyone bullies someone at least once in their life time. It is like courage, you feel once in a while. Bullying has many examples, but bullying is mostly when your behavior hurts someones feelings.
cyberbullyingprotection.net
trailmartialarts.com
Natie had snuck into the library after lunch but, since that was were she usually hid. John, Eric, Josh, and Daniel (The Gang) quickly found her hiding behind a big, fat book. The Gang almost dragged her out of the library. My friends and I were quietly gossiping and watching Natie get dragged out of the library. I kind of felt sorry, but no too much. One of my friends, Sonny, she was sort of like our leader. We were friends since kindergarten. There was Maggie, Agata, and Maya.
Sonny asked us. "Come on guys! Can go down to the playground."
"Why?" Maya and Maggie asked back.
"Because...... I wanna go see Natie!"
" Natie is so hilarious! Oops! I mean Sluggie is so hilarious!" I stated.
My friends and I reminded each other of the funny things that happened to Natie. Agata laughed so hard that tears almost came out. Her eyes were full of water, they looked like they were going burst out with water any moment, like a bag that was over flowing with items. Maya, Maggie, Sonny, and I laughed, but not as hard a Agata. When we reached the bottom of the steps, we could hear the kids chanting "Sluggie! Sluggie!". We ran towards the voices, and joined in with them. Today most about everyone in the playground came and chanted with The Gang. I was surprised that teachers didn't come and stop them. I let my mind wonder when the teachers were going to, because they obviously going to come sometime. I debated if I should leave and call for a teacher and let my friends think of me as a tattletale. All of a sudden, everyone started laughing at something, that broke my concentration and I just stayed with my friends. I pushed in through the crowd to see what was going on. When I did get a better view, I saw Natie weeping in the middle. Her hands clutched around her knee, her face was in between her knees. Natie's hair had blew with the wind. I started to find my friends and tell them that this was nice, when I got out of the large laughing crowd, I stood on my toes and stretched my neck the highest to look for Sonny, Maggie, Agata, and Maya. I felt a dry, hard, hand tap me on my elbow. I turned almost as fast as light. Hopping with all my heart that the person who tapped me was anybody but a teacher. I opened my closed eyes slowly. I had closed them when I turned around. To my greatest pleasure I saw that it was only Agata. Then I grabbed her hand and ran inside the nearest slide. The others followed me and Agata into the slide.
"What are we doing in here?" Maya asked in a soft voice that made me want to answer her every question as best as I could.
"Teachers." I said as I pointed out near the crowd. And sure enough four teachers walked right through the crowd.
"I'm so glad you got us out of that. Otherwise we would be in HUGE trouble!" Sonny exclaimed.
The others kids in the crowd did get into a whole lot of trouble. My friends and I were very smug that we had gotten away and the others hadn't. We were especially proud to prove to The Gang that it boys aren't better than girls, but nor were girls better than boys. Nobody thought about Natie, I thought about her once or twice I didn't really feel sorry for her. A part of me did but that part was just a teeny tiny spot of me. If I could go back in time and try to make this scene better than I would either call a teacher or just tell everyone to back off, and that Natie didn't do anything bad to them. I should have stood up for Natie, instead of just watching but back then, I didn't know that bullying was; making someone feel bad by our behavior. I just thought it was shoving and pushing.
Two goals I have this year to help everyone at ISKL feel safe and welcome is to stand up for people who are being bullied, and to not bully anyone. I want to stand up for people who are feeling bad for some else's behavior. I also do not want to do this alone. I hope that my friends will help me stand up for others, and I will tell our couselor. I hope I don't bully someone, because sometimes people are bullying someone without knowing, teasing in a friendly way is okay, but repeating it over and over makes the other person feel bad. That is bullying and will try to stop teasing or whatever when someone tells me to stop. Everyone bullies someone at least once in their life time. It is like courage, you feel once in a while. Bullying has many examples, but bullying is mostly when your behavior hurts someones feelings.
trailmartialarts.com
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Tiger Picture
Courage is something everyone show at least once in their life. Once I showed courage when I was in Afamosa. Afamosa is a resort I went to visit last year with my family. There was a water park, a zoo, and this place called "Cow-Boy Town". Cow-Boy Town is place decorated live the Wild, Wild West. There were restaurants, shops, rides, and shows. My family and I watched a parade late at night. First there was an Native American show, where the cast blow fire out of there mouth, and also swallowed fire too. Then there was this huge parade of animals and people. There was all sorts of animals and different types of humans. There were elephants, horses, lions (cubs), tigers (cub), parrot, eagle, orangutans, and chimps. There were also Chinese ladies riding a Malaysian transport, cow-boys rinding horses, gymnast on a train, and loads more. I showed courage after the show, when my dad wanted me to take pictures with a tiger cub!
It was so very noisy and crowded. People were pushing and shoving to get into the parade walk. My family and I were in Cow-Boy Town, in Afamosa. We were just entering the a hall way to the parade place. I was extremely excited. There were lots of shops on our right and left. The shops mostly contained souvenirs. I knew there was going to be two shows, and that they were about to start. What I didn't know was that two lion cubs waited for me at the end of the hall way. We kept walking and squeezing through gaps. When we found out that there was no point on walking through the middle we slowly started edging to the right side. We finally made it to the right side but when I turned around to check the shop on that side I nearly screamed. Two lion cubs just sitting on a stage with only one chain around their necks. Both of the cubs were chewing on their chains, as if they knew that was what kept them locked on the stage. I had quickly tried to calm by breath, by forcing myself to take big breaths. I wondered what these cubs were doing here. I turned my head to ask, but my unasked question was answered by a man wearing a Afamosa shirt."Come take photo! Come, come! Lion photo here now!"
Oh, so that's what they're doing here. I thought. When we were near the edge of the stage I dived in the crowd and waited until I was past the stage then I got out to find my parents. My mom and dad were standing on their toes looking for me with a worried expression. I had almost ran to them. They were standing close to the entrance of the parade place. I put on my best smile and dashed to them.
"Where have you been Zara?" My mother asked curiously.
"I just got lost." I answered back.
I hoped my lie would work. Amazingly it did! We walked into the stadium and started to look for a good spot to sit. I found some seats on the front row that were empty. I sprinted to those seats with my brother trailing behind me. When I sat down I picked my legs up and placed them on the others seats for my dad, while my brother saved a seat for my mom. My mother and father came to us slowly, flowing with the crowd. I quickly put my feet down as soon as my parents started to walk down the row to us. My mom sat down with us while my dad went to buy food. This time I saved the seat with a bag instead. When my dad came back he had hot dogs, cokes, popcorn, and fish stick. I just started to eat popcorn when a horn blew. Then cow boys came on horses that were huge. So the parade started. I was a bit sad though. We had missed the first show, the Native American one. I didn't really care anymore about the first show because the parade was great. lots of different animals came and went so did people. Half way through the show, when the lions came out on the walk my father said. "I think the pictures with lions will be there again when the show is over. So lets take pictures with them if their there."
I got all edgy after that. I couldn't concentrate on the show anymore, all I did was pray that the lions wouldn't be there on the stage to take pictures. I figured a lot and moved about. Then when the lions walk into the parade I got really frightened. I waited for the parade to end, but things kept coming and coming in. It was a horrible prospect of taking pictures with the 'King of the Jungle'. I tried to plunk some courage but just couldn't! I waited for what felt like ages, though it was only twenty minutes. Huge fireworks ended the parade. Different colors and shapes filled the sky with brightness. It was like a painting that kept moving because the artist kept changing his mind. The fireworks danced in front of me with the that bust into my ear. The fireworks distracted me from my worries. All I thought then was why wasn't life like this all the time? Bright, happy, cheerful, no worries, etc. That would only be a dream. If is was real than I wouldn't be trying to plunk courage. That was all that took to drive my attention to the up coming event, or should I say the up coming picture. I thought of arguing but, that would I was afraid, and showing I was afraid was an excellent excuse for my brother to tease me.
When the fireworks ended, which also took forever, Everyone started to slowly make their way up to the exit. A thought occurred to me. The longer I stayed here then the longer it would be till the time we take pictures with the lion cubs. Then another thought occurred to. We would have to take pictures either sooner or later. Better get it over with than have to wait full of tension. So with that thought I brought myself together and stood up. I urgently asked my parents to get going, and lied I was getting tiered. I got through with my lie and my parents hurried out. I could barely hide my excitement when we walked right past the stage, without even stopping, we just kept on walking. This time the lions were gone, replaced by tiger cubs instead. I thought that it didn't make a difference weather or not it was lion or tiger. They're pretty much the same animal. I sighed a relief when we got out of the hall way and into the street. I was content that we didn't take pictures with beasts. My happiness only lasted a bit, it went as suddenly as it came. My brother, Shayyan, my annoying four year old brother ruined the moment. He just had to blurt out the most horrible question for now.
"Ma, we didn't take pictures! Can we please, please go. Now there are tigers instead! Please Ma, pretty please!" He asked
My father answered instead, to Shayyan's question. "Oh, right! I totally forgot. Come on quick! They might take the tigers away. Hurry up!"
To my annoyance we pushed and shoved our way to the very last place I wanted to be right then. I guessed that there was nothing to do anymore. I had to just take that picture. So I searched for courage inside me, and plunked every ounce of courage inside me then and walked up to the stage. Most people were afraid to take pictures with beasts like tigers, so there wasn't much of a line. We got to the stage and it was our turn just like that. I slowly walked up the stage ignoring all my intentions. Every cell in my body was screaming "Run away. Don't do it!" The walk to the middle, where the tigers sat looked like a life time of walk. I slowly walked to the middle. Preoccupied by my thoughts of danger. My mother, distracted me, telling me to hurry up, and saying that was slower that a granny. I picked up my pace a little bit. I was so very scared by the time I made it to the middle, that I was trembling. I was told to sit. So I sat, but I sat way behind the tigers, not too close to them. Then I heard my brother laugh. I don't why he laughed but back then I thought he was laughing at me being such a coward. That did it. I stood up and sat right next to one of the cubs, and put on the very best smile I could do just then and it was big, very big smile. Caretaker said we could pet the cubs if we wanted to but I thought that sitting next to them was enough for today. My brother started to pet them like they were ordinary cats. Scratching under their ears, chin, and also on top of their heads. I tried to plunk more courage and I did. I stretched my hand out and started petting me! It felt good, their fur was smooth and warm. I felt and still do feel proud of myself. Courage is something that helped me feel proud of myself. I showed courage when I ignored all my intentions and walked up the steps of the stage. I am very, very, very proud of myself.
By,
Zarafsha
inewscatcher.com
0r3nz.blogspot.com
It was so very noisy and crowded. People were pushing and shoving to get into the parade walk. My family and I were in Cow-Boy Town, in Afamosa. We were just entering the a hall way to the parade place. I was extremely excited. There were lots of shops on our right and left. The shops mostly contained souvenirs. I knew there was going to be two shows, and that they were about to start. What I didn't know was that two lion cubs waited for me at the end of the hall way. We kept walking and squeezing through gaps. When we found out that there was no point on walking through the middle we slowly started edging to the right side. We finally made it to the right side but when I turned around to check the shop on that side I nearly screamed. Two lion cubs just sitting on a stage with only one chain around their necks. Both of the cubs were chewing on their chains, as if they knew that was what kept them locked on the stage. I had quickly tried to calm by breath, by forcing myself to take big breaths. I wondered what these cubs were doing here. I turned my head to ask, but my unasked question was answered by a man wearing a Afamosa shirt."Come take photo! Come, come! Lion photo here now!"
Oh, so that's what they're doing here. I thought. When we were near the edge of the stage I dived in the crowd and waited until I was past the stage then I got out to find my parents. My mom and dad were standing on their toes looking for me with a worried expression. I had almost ran to them. They were standing close to the entrance of the parade place. I put on my best smile and dashed to them.
"Where have you been Zara?" My mother asked curiously.
"I just got lost." I answered back.
I hoped my lie would work. Amazingly it did! We walked into the stadium and started to look for a good spot to sit. I found some seats on the front row that were empty. I sprinted to those seats with my brother trailing behind me. When I sat down I picked my legs up and placed them on the others seats for my dad, while my brother saved a seat for my mom. My mother and father came to us slowly, flowing with the crowd. I quickly put my feet down as soon as my parents started to walk down the row to us. My mom sat down with us while my dad went to buy food. This time I saved the seat with a bag instead. When my dad came back he had hot dogs, cokes, popcorn, and fish stick. I just started to eat popcorn when a horn blew. Then cow boys came on horses that were huge. So the parade started. I was a bit sad though. We had missed the first show, the Native American one. I didn't really care anymore about the first show because the parade was great. lots of different animals came and went so did people. Half way through the show, when the lions came out on the walk my father said. "I think the pictures with lions will be there again when the show is over. So lets take pictures with them if their there."
I got all edgy after that. I couldn't concentrate on the show anymore, all I did was pray that the lions wouldn't be there on the stage to take pictures. I figured a lot and moved about. Then when the lions walk into the parade I got really frightened. I waited for the parade to end, but things kept coming and coming in. It was a horrible prospect of taking pictures with the 'King of the Jungle'. I tried to plunk some courage but just couldn't! I waited for what felt like ages, though it was only twenty minutes. Huge fireworks ended the parade. Different colors and shapes filled the sky with brightness. It was like a painting that kept moving because the artist kept changing his mind. The fireworks danced in front of me with the that bust into my ear. The fireworks distracted me from my worries. All I thought then was why wasn't life like this all the time? Bright, happy, cheerful, no worries, etc. That would only be a dream. If is was real than I wouldn't be trying to plunk courage. That was all that took to drive my attention to the up coming event, or should I say the up coming picture. I thought of arguing but, that would I was afraid, and showing I was afraid was an excellent excuse for my brother to tease me.
When the fireworks ended, which also took forever, Everyone started to slowly make their way up to the exit. A thought occurred to me. The longer I stayed here then the longer it would be till the time we take pictures with the lion cubs. Then another thought occurred to. We would have to take pictures either sooner or later. Better get it over with than have to wait full of tension. So with that thought I brought myself together and stood up. I urgently asked my parents to get going, and lied I was getting tiered. I got through with my lie and my parents hurried out. I could barely hide my excitement when we walked right past the stage, without even stopping, we just kept on walking. This time the lions were gone, replaced by tiger cubs instead. I thought that it didn't make a difference weather or not it was lion or tiger. They're pretty much the same animal. I sighed a relief when we got out of the hall way and into the street. I was content that we didn't take pictures with beasts. My happiness only lasted a bit, it went as suddenly as it came. My brother, Shayyan, my annoying four year old brother ruined the moment. He just had to blurt out the most horrible question for now.
"Ma, we didn't take pictures! Can we please, please go. Now there are tigers instead! Please Ma, pretty please!" He asked
My father answered instead, to Shayyan's question. "Oh, right! I totally forgot. Come on quick! They might take the tigers away. Hurry up!"
To my annoyance we pushed and shoved our way to the very last place I wanted to be right then. I guessed that there was nothing to do anymore. I had to just take that picture. So I searched for courage inside me, and plunked every ounce of courage inside me then and walked up to the stage. Most people were afraid to take pictures with beasts like tigers, so there wasn't much of a line. We got to the stage and it was our turn just like that. I slowly walked up the stage ignoring all my intentions. Every cell in my body was screaming "Run away. Don't do it!" The walk to the middle, where the tigers sat looked like a life time of walk. I slowly walked to the middle. Preoccupied by my thoughts of danger. My mother, distracted me, telling me to hurry up, and saying that was slower that a granny. I picked up my pace a little bit. I was so very scared by the time I made it to the middle, that I was trembling. I was told to sit. So I sat, but I sat way behind the tigers, not too close to them. Then I heard my brother laugh. I don't why he laughed but back then I thought he was laughing at me being such a coward. That did it. I stood up and sat right next to one of the cubs, and put on the very best smile I could do just then and it was big, very big smile. Caretaker said we could pet the cubs if we wanted to but I thought that sitting next to them was enough for today. My brother started to pet them like they were ordinary cats. Scratching under their ears, chin, and also on top of their heads. I tried to plunk more courage and I did. I stretched my hand out and started petting me! It felt good, their fur was smooth and warm. I felt and still do feel proud of myself. Courage is something that helped me feel proud of myself. I showed courage when I ignored all my intentions and walked up the steps of the stage. I am very, very, very proud of myself.
By,
Zarafsha
inewscatcher.com
0r3nz.blogspot.com
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
What do the artifacts tell us about the lives of early humans?
My group, Group Three examined artifact two sculptures of bison found in France deep inside a cave. We made a hypothesis that these sculptures were made by early humans to show respect to bison because they very hard to catch. We also hypothesized these sculptures were made 15 to 20 thousand years ago because it's a fact that humans learn to craft out of clay 25 years ago. My group and I found out that scientists believe these sculpture might have been used for important ceremonies, such as a child had turned into an adult, because there was small footprints around the sculptures. These artifact sculpture tell us that early humans made ceremonies for children turned into adults. Another group examined this painting of many objects and pictures, this was found in Argentina. A interesting fact was when the scientists started singing their voices got louder than usual in a certain, which where they found the paintings. This tells us that early humans probably gathered here for celebration or something similar. This artifact tells us that early humans in Argentina painted pictures in gathering places.
Artifacts tells us a lot of things about the early humans or also known as hominids. They could tell us about how hominids lived or what they believed in. Like some early humans worshiped plants and trees, so they probably lived near plants and trees instead of caves. We could find that by looking at where we found artifacts, so this is another thing artifacts can tell us about the lives of early humans. Some artifacts could be tools, such as painting tools, cutting tools, chopping tools, and more. Some tools are more advanced then others, that depends on the time period. As human brains got larger, they got smarter and created more modern items. We present humans know that because of the artifacts of early humans.
Artifacts could tells a whole lot about the lives of early humans. We just have to observe carefully. Someday our time might became a study unit way in the future. That would help future humans to learn more of their ancestors, but for now let us keep to our past. Knowing about the lives of early humans can help us live too, like learning what they did wrong, and how that happened so the same thing won't happen to us. We can only do that if we know what they did, and to do that we must learn from what that is left...... the artifacts!
By- Zarafsha 6A
Resourses-
chemistryland.com
arn.org
eyesclosed.org
Artifacts tells us a lot of things about the early humans or also known as hominids. They could tell us about how hominids lived or what they believed in. Like some early humans worshiped plants and trees, so they probably lived near plants and trees instead of caves. We could find that by looking at where we found artifacts, so this is another thing artifacts can tell us about the lives of early humans. Some artifacts could be tools, such as painting tools, cutting tools, chopping tools, and more. Some tools are more advanced then others, that depends on the time period. As human brains got larger, they got smarter and created more modern items. We present humans know that because of the artifacts of early humans.
Artifacts could tells a whole lot about the lives of early humans. We just have to observe carefully. Someday our time might became a study unit way in the future. That would help future humans to learn more of their ancestors, but for now let us keep to our past. Knowing about the lives of early humans can help us live too, like learning what they did wrong, and how that happened so the same thing won't happen to us. We can only do that if we know what they did, and to do that we must learn from what that is left...... the artifacts!
By- Zarafsha 6A
Resourses-
chemistryland.com
arn.org
eyesclosed.org
Monday, August 16, 2010
Social Scientists: Archaeologists
If I had a choice of being a social scientist I would choose to be an Archaeologist. I would choose to be an archaeologist because I like the idea of digging and finding treasures of the past. It sounds like a treasure hunt kids sometimes play except it's real and very dangerous. Once find the treasure you examine it and if it's precious you could be famous for your find! Also I just think the adventure would cool.
Digging and finding treasures of the past sounds pretty cool to me. Going all over the world, getting clues and using them to find things of the past is a type of thing I like. I don't like digging, but I do like finding. So if I do become an archaeologist I try do get a personal digger. What I also like about digging and finding if getting my hands dirty while doing it. I like getting my hands dirty very much. Getting all muddy and sandy. I hope we get to swim sometime through the search, because I love swimming!
I like to examine things and try to find out what it is. It's quite exciting and interesting, for me at least. Most of the times you get to learn about the early human, which is very good to know. This related to physics which one of my favorite subjects. I enjoy finding out how this happens, why it happens, etc.....? I would like to study physics, but there's too much math. I don't like the math scientists do, too much math.
But I'll just keep to archaeology.
The best part of being an archaeologist is the adventure that comes along with it. The jumping, running, diving, walking tiredly, swimming, and lots more! I don't like sitting down and watching other people doing amazing things. Archaeology is not just study, there's cleaning and preserving the find too, but finding is first, and finding is all the action, which is what I like.
Since I like swimming a lot, I'll become an Underwater Archaeologist, that is if I do become one!
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| Archaeology tools From: archaeologydiscoveries.com |
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| Archaeologists digging From: columbia.edu |
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| A source for Archaeology From: indianetzone.com |
Friday, August 6, 2010
Zarafsha
Hello,
I am Zarafsha,
I am a girl who's form Bangladesh. I go to ISKL Middle School. I've been living in Kuala Lumpur for three years (since third grade). Before I moved to Malaysia I lived in Dhaka, Bangladesh, and before that I lived in Warsaw, Poland. I lived in Bangladesh for five years, and in Poland for four years. My horoscope is Scorpio, which logically means that I was born in November (eighth of November). I live somewhere in Damansara. I live in a house that is four stories, and has loads of rooms (never counted how many). My favorite subject is Hands on Science (so far at least), my least favorite subject is, well I don't have one yet. I really, really enjoy reading and I also like collecting bookmarks. I used have a cat called Sparky, but someone stole him, I miss him so much. One more thing, I'm a very bad artist.
The last three books I read was -
Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone- J.K Rowling
Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets- J.K Rowling
And
Harry Potter And The Prisoner of Azkaban- J.K Rowling
(I'm not a big Harry Potter fan though).
The last movie I watched was - Jurassic Park Three
It's a good movie for those who haven't watched it, the whole series is.
One academic goal for this year, is to do better at Math. I'm very bad at math, well I think so. I do hope I pass math, I find it's very important.
A social goal I have for this year, is try new things. I prefer to just keep to the things I know is good. Someone once asked me how I knew that pineapple isn't good (I've never eaten pineapple)? I replied, "It just doesn't look good." That person then said to me "Never judge a book by it's cover." I didn't know that meant back then but now I know, don't look at the looks look what it really is. So taking that advice I want to try out a lot of new things!
My most favorite holiday memory is in Singapore, Sentosa Island. It was the time got to pet dolphins! Their skin are very smooth and slippery. They are very friendly and sweet. I got to pet the pink baby dolphins. They were still grey because they were still babies, and pink dolphins turn pink in when they become an adult. But never less it a great vacation.
If I were to describe myself with five adjectives I would say;
short-tempered, shy, determined,caring, enthusiastic.
I am Zarafsha,
I am a girl who's form Bangladesh. I go to ISKL Middle School. I've been living in Kuala Lumpur for three years (since third grade). Before I moved to Malaysia I lived in Dhaka, Bangladesh, and before that I lived in Warsaw, Poland. I lived in Bangladesh for five years, and in Poland for four years. My horoscope is Scorpio, which logically means that I was born in November (eighth of November). I live somewhere in Damansara. I live in a house that is four stories, and has loads of rooms (never counted how many). My favorite subject is Hands on Science (so far at least), my least favorite subject is, well I don't have one yet. I really, really enjoy reading and I also like collecting bookmarks. I used have a cat called Sparky, but someone stole him, I miss him so much. One more thing, I'm a very bad artist.
The last three books I read was -
Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone- J.K Rowling
Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets- J.K Rowling
And
Harry Potter And The Prisoner of Azkaban- J.K Rowling
(I'm not a big Harry Potter fan though).
The last movie I watched was - Jurassic Park Three
It's a good movie for those who haven't watched it, the whole series is.
One academic goal for this year, is to do better at Math. I'm very bad at math, well I think so. I do hope I pass math, I find it's very important.
A social goal I have for this year, is try new things. I prefer to just keep to the things I know is good. Someone once asked me how I knew that pineapple isn't good (I've never eaten pineapple)? I replied, "It just doesn't look good." That person then said to me "Never judge a book by it's cover." I didn't know that meant back then but now I know, don't look at the looks look what it really is. So taking that advice I want to try out a lot of new things!
My most favorite holiday memory is in Singapore, Sentosa Island. It was the time got to pet dolphins! Their skin are very smooth and slippery. They are very friendly and sweet. I got to pet the pink baby dolphins. They were still grey because they were still babies, and pink dolphins turn pink in when they become an adult. But never less it a great vacation.
If I were to describe myself with five adjectives I would say;
short-tempered, shy, determined,caring, enthusiastic.
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