Sunday, December 14, 2014

OHS List Poem

Buzzing with activities 
State champion soon to be
Cross Country 
Basketball
Wrestling
Volleyball
Are the favorite sports
Occupation? 
Teaching kids
White and blue
Is all he wears

Friday, December 12, 2014

Concrete Poem

Running and playing
Never stoping
Always whining and wanting
Loving
Crazy
Caring
Always there
And so so loud
Cute and Cuddly
Sneaky and Naughty
Love my Cat

Persona Poem

I never get tired of playing games
Scrolling through instagram
And sending snapchats
I'm so thankful for my yellow cover
I've been dropped
And dropped again
But I'm not broken or cracked
Sometimes my brain gets cluttered,
Remembering that the alarm needs to go off
And recalling all the notes written in me
But my favorite part of all,
Is getting to play Pandora every morning

Monday, December 8, 2014

Wrestling Poem

When I walk into 
The practice room
I see the sweaty boys
There is so much noise
And I wait...
For Ty to check his weight
One more ounce 
He will announce 
Then he runs 
With the others 
That are like brothers
And I keep sitting
And drifting 
Just wanting the meet to be here
So I can here the moms cheer 
Why can't wrestling be here?

Nebraska Poem

Where does a lot of beef come from?
Nebraska
Where do a lot of corn and soybeans come from?
Nebraska
It doesn't just come 
We have to work
Kids 
Teens 
Adults
Elders
We work together
To get it done
Up early
To bed late
We get it done
We get it done right
That's what Nebraskan's do

Sunday, December 7, 2014

5 Senses Poem

Summer

Warm breezes and cool water touch my skin
Sweet fruity smells flat in the air
Laughter and happy screams echo 
My teeth sink into a juicy burger my dad just grilled
I watch the cows graze in the grassy green pasture

Found Poem

A Jewish boy
In a small town
Free and full of joy
Compassion in his heart
Happiness in his eyes
He was filled with profound gratitude 
And thankful and grateful
There was always a light in his heart 
From dusk to dawn
He was creative
And a friend
He gave everyone a spark of hope
But then there came a dark time
He had to hide 
And didn't know why
There was outrage, evil, and doubt
Anger, and homeless and hungry children 
He didn't know the reason 
But he still tried to hold onto his spark
When no one else did.

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Extended Metaphor

A Dream is a Fairytale

Everything goes 
the right way

Like a prince 
and a princess

Their love pulling, 
pulling you in

But it finally gets good, 
the fairy comes, 
you wake up

It was too good to be true

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Acrostic Poem

Competitive sport
Running your heart out
Out of your comfort zone
Screaming coaches
See how hard you can go
Can you do it?
Of course you can!
Uplifting and bravery
Never letting up
Trying harder every day
Running on the weekends
You have to believe in yourself!

Name Poem

Taya
It means energetic, athletic, kind
It is the number 14
It is like bright, exciting, warm, and happy
It is jumping in the pond day after day in the summer
It is the memory of my mom
Who taught me to be strong and push to be my best
When she wrote motivative quotes on my marker board
My name is Taya
It means be strong, believe, and never settle for less

Monday, November 24, 2014

Motivation

Nothing is real if you don’t believe in who you are.
              -Rocky Balboa
           

Believing is what it takes to be successful. For example if you go into a basketball game and say you are going to lose and that there is no way you will beat them, then that’s what is going to happen. If you believe in yourself and your team you are going to go far and be very successful. When Tashi and his friends believed in themselves that they could climb Everest they went far. They didn’t get to the summit, but they defiantly proved their point that blind people are just as capable as sighted people. When I do sports I always tell myself to believe because I have put in the work and if I don’t believe its not worth my effort.

Photo Credit: Mr. Morrow

Friday, November 14, 2014

Freedom Essay

What does freedom mean to you? To some people it means that you just get to do what you want, when you want. But is that really the true message? Freedom means so much to me and I am happy we have freedoms like religion, and a flag to keep us proud and thankful.
       If you look up the word “freedom” you will find something like, “the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants to without hindrance or restraint.” A simpler way to say that would be that if you want to do something that is legal and is reasonable you can do it. Also it means we get to use the technology that most countries don’t have so that we can excel in our education. So whenever I hear the word freedom I think of all the people who have sacrificed everything they have ever had to protect everyone in the country they love. Now that’s what I call bravery and it’s what gives us the freedoms we have today.
       A significant freedom we have is religion. There are many religions and beliefs in America, because we have this freedom, we take it for granted. Other countries are forced to believe in a certain god or idol. Here we believe what we want and no matter what you chose to believe you are respected. In some other countries if you don’t believe in a certain god or idol you are punished horribly or even put to death. I cannot imagine what it would be like living in a place with out this freedom, because it’s a part of our everyday lives. And like I said, we take it for granted because we have never known any other way.
       When I think of the American flag I think of the sacrifices of the Americans that are still alive today and also the ones that have died fighting for what they loved. The flag makes us think about our freedom and why we are thankful for it. The stripes on the flag represent the 13 colonies that America started with. The red stripes on our flag stand for the blood shed from the many soldiers that have sacrificed everything. The white stripes portray innocence and valor. The blue stands for the color of the chief. Finally, the stars show the 50 states of our country.

       Now you know why freedom means so much to me and our country, why I’m delighted to have the freedom of religion, and what the flag means. So, maybe now you have changed your thoughts about what freedom really means to you.

Friday, October 31, 2014

Ghost Story

Have you ever noticed that at OHS nobody gets trash-canned, swirlied, or their money to buy cookies stolen? Well, no one in OHS has the guts to do that because they know what the consequences are. Most people notice it but never think anything of it. There is a story behind it and whether you believe it or not, it is true.
            Tiny Tim is his name and no one knows his real age but he has been protecting the seventh graders for as long as any OHS student can remember. He has big, blue eyes, and he doesn’t wear any clothes but he is white, cloudy, and transparent. His voice is squeaky and he smells like cologne. He is always making jokes and though he is kind to the seventh graders he can still be very mischievous. At night you can find him in a different locker every night sleeping soundly and in the daytime he ambles around in the halls looking for high school kids that are bullying the new seventh graders. Tiny Tim is very cute, and only about 3 feet tall. “But how can he scare anyone if he is only 3 feet tall?” you ask. Well he has his ways!
Tiny Tim is always making up new tricks to get back at the older kids for picking on the seventh graders. Sometimes you will be sitting in class and out of the blue you’ll hear a shriek or scream followed by giggles and laughs. Then you start to smile because you know that some high school bully has learned their lesson. Or other times you will see someone spontaneously fall in the hallway and you know Tiny Tim was feeling a little rascally today. One of his annual tricks he does is hiding in the bathroom stalls, and when a high school student opens the door he jumps up and shrieks! If you happen to be in Mr. Hostert’s class at the time he does this in the boys bathroom you know that Tiny Tim is at it again.  Another great trick he does is if someone has been picking on a seventh grader again, he will hide in the vending machine.  When they bend over to grab the food they have bought, he will slide out of the slot and scare them so bad that they fall over!

Tiny Tim has always given seventh graders great relief and will continue to do so for a long time to come. Like I said, Tiny Tim is most certainly not just a legend, he is a protector of the OHS sevies, and whether you believe it or not he is definitely real.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Halloween in Hogwarts

As we enter the Grand Hall our eyes widen and we stop and stare at the astounding Halloween decorations. There are incredible decorations and lights. The glowing jack ‘o’ lanterns floating in the air are alive! And when you amble past them they talk to you! There are sparkling lights strung throughout around the room. Everyone is laughing and giggling. The air smells sweet like pie and strong like fresh baked bread.
         When we get to our seats and everyone has quieted down and delicious food appears on our plates. Every thing looks so yummy! There are tangy fruits of all kinds like mangoes, berries, apples, oranges, sweet kiwi, and any other kind of fruit you can ever imagine. There are also many kinds of meats such as chicken, steak, hamburger, and even juicy prime rib. There are also pastas like spaghetti and macaroni and cheese. Even nutritious vegetables are scattered around like carrots, peas, and golden corn. Everyone also receives their favorite drink. There are so many various kinds, ranging from just milk and water to Shirley Temples and pop.  I’m not even sure what some of them are! Lastly come the desserts. There are so many different kinds including puddings, warm pies, ice cream, brownies, cookies of all kinds, and many many more.
         The atmosphere is almost as great as the food. It’s very exciting and energetic. Everyone is having a blast and there are witches flying around and playing tag. There are also ghosts chatting and messing around with all the children. Many kids are saying how glad they are the feast is finally here. Others are exaggerating how full they are of all the amazing food.

         Over all, this feast was probably the greatest Hogwarts has held yet. Everyone is happy, even the teachers. When the feast is over all the children proceed to their rooms for a good night's sleep with full bellies. Most of all, everyone is thinking of how much they can’t wait for the Thanksgiving feast.  

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Nursery Rhyme


Baa, baa, generous sheep,
   Have you any
soft wool?
Yes
kind sir, yes kind sir,
   Three
enormous bags full;

One for my loyal master,
   One for my
strong dame,
And one for the
infant boy
   That lives in our
long lane.

Monday, September 29, 2014

My Personal Brand Video

Three things I learned from doing this project are:

     1. How to use the new version of iMovie

     2. How to do voice over in iMovie

     3. How to make a story board




video

Monday, September 15, 2014

Dot Day

     International Dot Day is a great time for everyone to remember they are special in their own way. It also might change some people's minds of what they think of their own art work. When I think of Dot Day I think of the time when I was in 1st grade and I won the coloring contest. Drawing was always fun, but I didn't think I was very good at it. I had never thought that I was very creative, but I was proved wrong. On the day they announced I had won everyone told me good job and said I was a good artist. From that day on I had always looked at my art work in a different way and thought that maybe I wasn't such a bad artist.

Friday, September 12, 2014

An Unforgettable Day

All teachers have different ways of disciplining kids, but when did card-pulling become a thing? On the first day of third grade I knew my teacher was strict, and even though I didn't know it yet, her discipline policy was even stricter.
When I first saw my third grade teacher through my little 9 year-old eyes I knew she wasn't going to be like my other teachers, but when she introduced us to card-pulling it frightened me even more. Though I was a very good student I didn't like the idea of staying 5 whole minutes after school. My teacher said that when we didn't get work done, talked out of turn, didn't listen, etc., you would get your card pulled. Which meant you had to walk to the front of the whole class and put your tan card behind your green, pink, and red cards. If your green card showed you had to stay after school for 5 appalling minutes, pink was 15, and red was a detention. Staying after school wasn't even the worst part. If you got your card pulled you couldn't get a prize at the end of the week! And to my 9 year-old mind, not getting a prize at the end of the week was just not an option.
For the first month or so everything was fine. I got all my work done and never got in trouble. But one Friday after an extremely long and hard week of learning times tables, we were in math class when it all changed. Friday always seems like it goes on forever because the week is finally over and a fun weekend is about to start. And that day I was very exhilarated, anxious, and a little hyper because after school we were going to my grandma’s house and I couldn't wait for school to be out. So while we were working on our lesson for the day, I was getting up to go get a drink and suddenly my pencil got stuck on Mathew’s shirt. So we both kind of laughed and giggled. It didn't help that the teacher was a bit crabby that day because if she wasn't she might have let it slide, but she just simply told us to go pull our cards. At that moment my heart dropped. And I calmly got up and pulled my card. It was definitely not the way I wanted to end my week.
After school was over and I stayed my extra 5 minutes, I kept trying to think of the best way to tell my mom that I had got my card pulled. I also kept thinking why my teacher did that and why hadn't she just simply told us to be quiet. The two extensive hours to grandma’s I didn't say anything about it until the last 5 minutes. I finally got the nerve to say what had happened at school that day. My mom and dad weren't very mad but they told me that they didn't want it to happen again. 
Now that I look back on third grade and that day I don't know why I thought getting your card pulled was so awful or why it was so different from other discipline policies. Or why I was so nervous to tell my mom what had happened, but I did learn something from it. It is that no matter what teachers do there is always a reasons for why they do it, so you just need to deal with it.



Friday, August 29, 2014

My Bedroom

     Here is my room. Showing my personality and telling stories of who I am. The first thing everyone sees when you take the first glances at my room is my bed. Even though my room isn't always clean, I try to keep my bed made because it makes feel like my room is cleaner than it really is. My bed holds many many pillows and lots of colors. It’s also what makes my day complete when I lay down at night. My walls are blue and pink. One wall has pink feather dusted over a dark sky blue color. Posters, pictures, and a marker board also dot my walls. I have four windows in my room so I can look out at the pasture, barns, and my 3 bucket calves when they are grazing in the hazy morning. Right by my window is my dresser that not only holds clothes but my pet, a tarantula. My dresser, made by my aunt, is white with small colorful designs that cover the front.
My room has 3 doors, a bathroom door, the entrance door, and finally my closet door. I have lots of clothes in my closet, but most the time it looks like I have more than I really do because I put off putting them away. The shelf in my closet displays my shoes, sweat-shirts, shorts, hats, and boxes of ribbons from sheep shows, gymnastics, and other sports. Outside my closet is a desk that is glass with black, metal edging. I almost always do my home work on it because it is lit by my desk light. I have many notebooks on the side compartment for writing and drawing. I also have many pens, pencils, and markers for doing homework and writing on my marker board. The last thing in my bedroom is a small, brown, cluttered shelf. This shelf holds my many ribbons, trophies, and medals. Its always fun and rewarding when I get to add something new to it whether its a trophy or just a ribbon. I am rich beyond measure.