Elaine



The Opposites Yesterday...  I never did my chores,   But I always made new friends. I hated screeching scratching sounds,  But I loved to hear birds chirping. I never believed in the Easter bunny,  But I always believed in peace. I didn’t know how to spell very well,  But I know not to hurt anyone’s feelings. Today…  I never clean my messy desk,   But I always did my homework. I hate dirty hands,  But I love having fun. I don’t believe in the booming sounds of war,  But I believe in treating everyone equally. I don’t know how people feel,  But I know that I can only control myself. Tomorrow…  I will never give up,   But I will always try my best. I will hate not being a kid,  But I will like to see the world. I will not believe in excluding people,  But I will believe in keeping green. I will not know if evolution is true,  But I will know that life is hard. ** Those are two of my best poems: ** Sometimes… Sometimes I wish that I am an eagle. To soar above the ground Higher than mountains

Sometimes I wish that I am a horse Galloping across The never-ending plain

Sometimes I wish that I am an owl To be known as The wisest of the wise.

Sometimes I wish that I am a cat To be able to move As swift as a breeze.

Sometimes I wish that I am a canary To tweet out a song So beautiful among the so many sounds.

Sometimes I wish I that I am a lion To be the ruler of The wide African savannah. Sometimes I am happy, To be me. To have an extraordinary life, That nobody else has. Nobody.

Purple Purple is the color of grapes

Sweet and sour, like memories. Purple is the color of lavender So calm and soothing to the mind. Purple is the night sky, Where stars sparkle and shine Purple is a frog, a plant, the night sky, And the color, That lights up my day.

__Here is a vide____o of my Chivalry Presentation__
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Through this project, I learned a lot about chivalry and Camelot. For example, I never knew before that chivalry was the list of rules that a knight had to follow. Also, I learned that when you are working in a group, you have to do your part and be responsible, and cooperate. Everyone in my group did their part really well, so our project was pretty successful overall. If everyone went in their own direction, nothing would work out, that's why cooperation and responsibility play such an important role in this project.

** Here is my Freak the Mighty Project: rewriting in another character's point of view **
Pg. 20 in the Fair Gwen’s view:

Darn it! Where in the world is Kevin? I’m guessing that he is experimenting with his ornithopter somewhere around here, so I’m go around the neighborhood calling out his name, hoping that he would hear me, it’s just that I get nervous when Kevin gets out of my sight for too long. I’m outside my neighbors’ house, when this seven-feet tall person is following a little two-feet tall little kid out of their basement. MY little kid!

“Kevin!!!” I shriek, afraid that the big dude will probably try to shoot Kevin or something. It’s sort of like I’m paralyzed, but a second later I unfreeze, gather my little boy from the ground in a single sweep, push him into the wagon, and tow him back home as fast as I can go, just trying to get as far away from that goon as I can.

Later on, I’m thinking that it wasn’t that nice of me to treat my old pal’s son like that, maybe I should call his grandparents and invite him over for dinner. Biting my lip, I pick up the phone, and call the Kanes’.

“Kevin!” I shout to him, “get the plates and utensils ready, Maxwell is coming over for dinner!”

…

At dinnertime, Max comes over. I take a close up-and-down look at the guy: long legs, long arms, long body, and wide shoulders. Wow, he’s tall, I had to look up to see him; and he looks quite like his father… who is in jail. I sort of tense-up inside, who knows what sort of person Maxwell is? Suddenly, I’m sort of regretting inviting a murderer’s son to my house.

Anyway, I hide my nervousness, and start chatting with him. I’m telling him how he was such a cute baby and how a bad man his father was, and Kevin, who’s got half his body in a cardboard box is telling, “Hey, Gwen, leave the guy alone, huh? You’re going spastic!”

“I am? Oh, sorry, Max. I’m sorry that we got off on the wrong foot. It’s just that…”

Now, my little boy has his head out of the box, with a know-it-all smile plastered on his face. Ughh, sometimes I just regret having a kid who’s so smart.

“She’s saying that you’re a splitting image of our father,” Kevin says as I felt my face turned bright red.

I had thought that Maxwell would have exploded, but he just shrugged it off, “Yeah, everybody says that.”

I make hot dogs and potato salads, and we eat outside in the backyard. Kevin is telling all these robot stories, and Max is laughing along with him. I can tell that Kevin really likes Maxwell as a friend, and maybe I’ll leave the decision to him this time, I figure my little boy is old enough to interpret what’s right and what’s wrong.

The sky has turned into this reddish-purple color, and Max goes home. After actually getting to know him, I figure that Maxwell is actually a pretty cool guy; he’s a kind-hearted person, nothing like his brutal father, I really did misjudge him.

Brian’s view on pg. 116:

Whirrrrr. Whirrrrrrr. That could only be the sound of an airplane, the only chance to get myself out of here! I ran to gather all the wood chips and timber branches that I could find and tossed them into the flaming bonfire that was sending tumbling clouds of smoke up into the cloudless blue sky, waving my arms and yelling as loud as I can. Suddenly, the plane turned around, and headed the other way, never taking a notice of me. I stood there, stricken, dumbfounded, immobilized, and it took me a while to find myself again. Here I was, out in the Canadian wilderness, with my last sense of hope hopelessly destroyed. I’m going to die here sooner or later, I can’t play this survival game without something to dream for to hope for, I’m a goner, and I’ll be gone sooner or later.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Brian’s view on pg. 184:

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The riches in the survival pack shocked me: there were all sorts of frozen meals and drink packs, a fishing set, a grill, some forks and knives, an emergency transmitter, and many others. There was even a .22 survival rifle! I turned on the emergency transmitter, but there as only the sound of static, so I tossed it aside. So many days have passed, and now I felt that I’m now a part of nature, I was also pretty confident that I could survive without the intervention of machinery. Holding the rifle in my hand took away the feeling that I was a part of nature, so I put it away.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Immediately, I began cooking one of the frozen food packs, which were all amazingly well preserved underwater. The rich, fragrant aroma rose into the air, and I was concentrating on the wonderful smell filling my nose, when I heard a distant drone. A plane! Something to get me out of here! After calling this place home for such a long time, I feel that I’m going to miss it here. I stared longingly at my surroundings, wondering if I’ll ever get to see it again. But, this fact is just unbelievable: I’m going home! But wherever I go, the Canadian wilderness will forever be in my heart.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Connection between themes of Hatchet and Freak the Mighty:

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Both stories show the theme don’t judge a book by its cover. Whether you are judging a person in the case of Freak the Mighty, or maybe judging a situation in the case of Hatchet, remember never to judge it too early, in fact, by judging someone or something too early, you often have judged wrongly as well. By doing so, you are actually limiting yourself, since there is always an emotional barrier within yourself, saying: this is impossible, there’s no use in trying. Finally, both books have taught us to NEVER lose hope, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">and NEVER give up.

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