I am crazy and awesom.
I wonder about my future.
I hear a cow meowing.
I see Tennessesee.
I want true love to come my way.
I am crazy and awesome
I pretend to be okay when I’m really not.
I feel gods hands on my shoulder.
I touch the moon with my hand.
I worry about the people in need.
I cry about my mom leaving.
I am crazy and awesome.
I understand you don’t always get what you want.
I say hello.
I dream of becoming a lawyer.
I try to do all my work.
I hope this world will become a better place.
I am crazy and awesome.
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Today, we all gathered in celebration of a day for Spooky Stories. We learned how to develop stories that have mystery and suspense, and we shared them in Writing Studio. Students were allowed to bring food, drinks and costumes. Many students implemented their Word Garage words and Literary Terms from the previous weeks. Below are some pictures.
I am from Mrs. Triplett’s candy bin,
from Spangler and DumDums
I am from the dark, quiet and wrinkled paper
I am from the strawberries and tulips,
the sunflowers, grasses, and moisture
I am from saliva and flavoring,
from blue-raspberry to cherry and mystery
I am from melting and breaking,
from secrets and dreams
I am from growing to be bitten
I am from a factory,
from artificial and natural flavoring,
from blueberry being unwrapped,
and the unwrapping of mango
I am from cold, grey, and heavy metal factories
I am quiet but I am not shy
I wonder aimlessly about the future
I hear nothing but screaming and shouting
I see broken doors, windows, and dreams
I want to be nothing like you, father
I am quiet but I am not shy
I pretend that I am not a part of you
I feel slight tugs on my hair
I touch the rough fabric of your recliner
I cry because your not a real father
I am quiet but I am not shy
I understand that your never going to be here
I say that your truly doing your best
I dream that you leaving never transpired
I hope that you never find solace in your petty mistakes
I am quiet but I am not shy
Being in this clean tile covered room full of people who don’t know each-other strangers each-one in for a different reason you smell nothing but that sanitized hospital smell. A women sits in the corner in pain and discomfort a man with a girlfriend who has a black eye, a little girl with a stomachache. You look over and see the only select choices that your gonna eat tonight some m&ms, a strawberry pop tart, and some lays potato chips and for your drink for the night water, pepsi or root beer. You watch the weather channel for hours and wait and wait for the last name to be called out. Strangers sit next to one another with no exchange of a words except for a slight breathe. You could be here for hours just waiting and waiting sitting in those uncomfortable ugly red colored seats. You sit and wait time goes by and the pain gets worse. You glance over and see the pain in the strangers eyes across from you but your in too much pain your-self to care. You feel like I’m gonna die, or is that women over there still breathing?!? Okay yeah she just twitched. You look over at the man in the wheelchair and try to tell yourself at least your not as bad off as him, but your brain can only lie for a few seconds till your back to worrying about you and only you. Your back to waiting, your so desperate that you look over at the boring magazine on the table you pick it up and start to flip through the pages not really reading just trying to get your mind off the pain.
When I was a youngin’ visiting Baisley Pond Park I was given this gift without knowing the power it had over me. I was about four, and it was maybe a year after my mom’s bestfriend was hit in a line of fire and that whole park was dedicated to him on that day. He was the kid everyone in the projects knew and everyone liked; he went to church and played basketball, a good role model. When I was handed these beads I there was only two thing I knew one there was another pair like em and two I knew who had em. When i recieved this gift i was tld not to let people were them i was tld dont take them off only wen i went to sleep, and even wen i did that they were hangin over my head. SO these beads originally came from my grandma … i was basiclly topld to keep them for my son and to give him the same convo that i was givin.After we went to my mom’s bestfriends rememberance get to gether every look at me different because me and he friend had teh same beads and they said that i remind them of him. still til this day people think that he was my uncle because him and my mom were so close and i looked like him. i still have the beads and i got to church and im still playin basketball like him and now that i knew about it more cuz im older i play basketball in the rememberance of Curt
when i was a fourth grader and we palyed basketball at the high school durring the varsity half time. It was really nerve recking but me and my brother got the flow it was funny cuz we only played for like 10 minutes so we didnt rlly care bout scoring. The thing that help me catch my flow was when i crossed the first kid and crowd ohhed and uhhed so i kept it goin and i actually made him kid fall. Me and my brother were throwing alleys back and forth to keep the crowd going. The best thing we did was wen i crossed this kid rlly bad and threw an alley off the glass and the crowd went ballistic and we had a minute left but and i was just playin wit the ball … because i knew they couldnt rip me. The one i made the kid fall i just threw the ball in the air and let him have them…. and with 20 sec on the clock and it was tickin fast i gave my brother the ball at half court and he pulled up the bzzer went off it rattle around the rim and went in… The game was over and when we went back in the crowd kids said they couldnt wait for us to get in high school they will come watch us play.
