Emma

Hello again to my awesome classmates and my awesome classmates' parents! Does that even make sense? :) Anyway, during Language Arts class, we created a project about the book that we read as groups or read out loud. The book is called Freak the Mighty. If you have not read the book, here's a short summary:

Max Kane, a reading-disabled 7th grade boy, who's the son of a killer named Kenneth Kane, doesn't know what to do in his life. He lives with his grandparents which he calls them Gram and Grim. The only thing that Max remembers in his past is his mother bring strangled to death by his father. One day, these new neighbors come along their names were Gwen and Kevin. Gwen was the mother of a diagnosed Monique syndrome son, Kevin. Max has a reading disabled problem so he takes classes to practice after school. Coincidentally Kevin is a smart kid, and becomes his reading tutor. They become stronger in their friendship and become Freak the Mighty, saving fair maidens and slaying dragons.

This project below is my poem called "Max Kane Who Had No Brain." ENJOY!

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Hello fellow classmates and parents! I have learned a lot about Chivalry and about the citizens of Camelot and their beliefs! Many of the legends were basic stores we've heard when we, students, were little. Learning about the stories even more, impressed me. They're a lot of things we want to know more about, these are mine:
 * 1. Why have they stopped having Kings in the modern day and have presidents or prime ministers?**
 * 2. Why did the citizens of Camelot think that killing was "fun?"**
 * 3. What made them think that jousting should be a sport? Why not something like making something out of material and kick it like what we do in Soccer or use our hands to shoot an object through something to get a point?**

Questions like those concern me. Anyway, Chivalry was a fun activity, especially with people that you enjoy having time with and cooperate. (Yes, even if they're annoying ;) )

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This is Emma Bourquin.....you know, the one that's really nice, a-and sweet? hehe ;)

That is Emma B. when I was six years old! I loved doing that pose! Aren't I cute and chubby? YAY! Chubbiness rules!

This is my brother, J-P, and me! We love doing tricks in the pool because it enables us to do DANGEROUS things! HAHA! My Life through this Poem

By: Emma Bourquin

August 28, 2012

C2

Yesterday….

I hated having an agonizing cold,

But I enjoyed having a great school day!

I liked making a new friend.

I disliked having to waste time.

I was happy seeing my dogs after a long day of school.

I was mad at a friend for not taking a risk.

I was ready to make a change in the world.

But I was not ready for the overnighter.

Today…..

I hated being bothered by not printing an essay.

I enjoyed making a relationship with Sho Sho Ho and Kitty Liu even stronger.

I like writing & revising my essay.

I dislike having to brainstorm very intensely.

I am happy for being in 6th grade.

I am mad that math gets me frustrated.

I am ready to take on a challenge.

I am not ready to start fresh by myself during overnighter.

Tomorrow…. I will hate eating blue cheese.

But I will enjoy eating cheddar cheese.

I will like accomplishing science.

I will dislike being presented in front of class.

I will be happy to finish all my hard-earning homework.

I might get mad for getting problems wrong in math.

I will get ready to make a new best friend.

I might not be ready to move on with going higher in my life experience.

Fought (Sonnet) By: Emma Bourquin

A sonnet is a fourteen lined poem that tells an event that has happened in life, or your thoughts.

Do I feel weak without my trusty weapon, for I believe that I can be trusted, Will my general sought to avenge my soul? Or shall I compare thee strength. Will the nazi’s struck my heart in half, or will the Jews step up to the heart of the battle? Can I feel as though i’m strong, Or will I just give up? Will my captain agree I am no more, will my companions laugh at my misjudgment? I cannot breathe to live this long, so I must plan out my life’s attire. For I need to be well-dressed for the fight of our country. I cannot give-up my life for the sake of mine.

Tonight’s the Night By: Emma Bourquin

Ballad: Retelling an event in history, in the news, or in your life. You will want the ballad to rhyme.

Tonight’s the Night, Both fears but pride grow, As the disco ball twirls above middle school heads, everything was a dream come true, To see the spirit that sail to scale the fun, To watch as slow dancers hug in peace.

Tonight’s the Night, To ask myself, Will I be enough for him? Will I see if he admires me back? I see his eyes sparkle under the lights, watching me as I pass him, when the moment seemed right to him, he says, Will you be my date to the dance? I smile.

Tonight’s the Night where I can express my admiration to him, just to think how lucky I am, I’m not positive what he is thinking, but every time we look into each others’ eyes I feel a connection And the time feels right. We just sway back and forth.....

Other students in surprise, hearing Oooooos and Ahhhhhhs, around us, I just feel like everything was right, like everything was meant to be.

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