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.
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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.
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Zarafsha
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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
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