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MIRACLES HAPPEN

Dead or alive, that’s the only thing I could think about is dead or alive. All these thoughts kept racing through my mined. Like am I dead is my mom dead will I be crippled forever. When I started to look around I was not dead or crippled but I was not sure if my mom was.

 I started thinking back to what had happened. The last thing I knew was that my family and I were about to go to our cousins cook out when my sisters boy friend came down. He brought his 4 wheeler and we were taking turns riding it. I was in my favorite short shorts when my turn came up.

My mom and I where riding it together when she decided she wanted to go up between the fence and our pine tree and then down a hill. I tolled her not to do that but she did. So we went between the fence and the pine tree but my mom was trying to stay away from the pine tree so I don’t scratch up my legs when all of a sudden the 4 wheeler tipped my mom and I flew off it.

I saw my mom was hurt  she was rolling down the hill and she was pined between the 4 wheelers tiers. At first I thought she was dead but then I saw her move she was alive I cried because I was so happy she was alive. I thought my mom died but she was not. I would have died if it weren’t for her. The 4 wheeler would have came down right on me, but my mom rolled over and pushed that 400 pound 4 wheeler with one hand and saved my life but almost caused hers. The next thing I knew was we went to the hospital and my mom had surgery and I got a cat scan. And it turns up my foot split in half I was lucky my bone didn’t go through my skin. Still up to this day my moms hand and shoulder hurts. I say it is a battle scar that she should not regret

I learned that family is the most important thing you can have and you don’t realize how much you love something until it’s gone. I also learned that God does make miracles and I would know because I experienced one.

McDowell

 

 

 

 

 

 

I thought McDowell would be a lot different than elementary school, but it wasn’t It was almost the exactly the same.  Some difference are new people, bells dismissing and calling you to class, different class rooms different lunch style and it’s a lot colder than the elementary. I was wearing a jacket and I was still cold the teachers were different and we were always slamming into  8th graders.

Plus I got to see Mrs. Griffey ( a teacher I had in 5th grade) and Mrs. Caudill ( also a teacher I had in 5th grade) and Mrs. Cartee ( also a teacher I had in 5th grade).

D.A.R.E

D.A.R.E

When I first started D.A.R.E I was not aware that if you start drinking alcohol and doing drugs its hard to stop. So D.A.R.E is the only place I can really think about problems.

D.A.R.E is very important because it keeps kids of drugs and it teaches you about drugs. D.A.R.E is very important because it helps people understand what these things can do to you. Like marijuana alcohol and tobacco.

Deputy Thomas

Deputy Thomas is a really nice and supportive guy and he is good at teaching D.A.R.E. He has really good examples of what it’s like to do drugs. So he brought in Smoking Susie and Mr. Dip Lip. Smoking Susie shows you how much tar is in you lungs after one cigarette. Mr. Dip Lip shows you the sores and stuff that can happen to your mouth if you chew tobacco.

Alcohol

I have also learned alcohol is something we could go with out because it causes people to die. My mom and dad drink alcohol and I have seen with a special type of glasses what alcohol can do to you.

Tobacco

I have learned tobacco is the #1 most common drug that causes you to die. Did you know that 400,000 people die a year from smoking tobacco. When I was young whenever I saw a cigarette I yelled at the top of my lugs CANCER STICK.

Marijuana

I have also learned marijuana is a plant that has 7 leaves and a bud sometimes it grows wild but most people plant them to smoke them. When people smoke marijuana it kills their brain cells and causes them to go to a way different place mentally not physically.

8th Graders

8th graders took a test to see what percent of them use tobacco and It turns up that 7% of them do and that 15% of them use alcohol.

Pledge

I Rachel Arnett pledge to always stay off drugs, alcohol and to be nice to my peers because I know what these things can do to you. Deputy Thomas has made me understand that life is better without drugs and alcohol and peer presser.

McDowell

On May 9th the 6th grade is going to McDowell to see what 7th grade is like and to see what we will be doing. I am excited but I’m nervous to go to McDowell. I think it’s because it’s a whole new place that I’m not used to but I will shake it of. I think that 7th grade will be fun but complicated. I think it will be fun because I get to meet a lot more friends. I think it will be complicated because all the algebra and reading and writing and science and more. I’m not looking forward to all the drama that everyone is going to start. That is definitely one of the things I’m not looking forward to.

Success

One of the things that has made me successful is Mr.McGuire he has encouraged me to try really hard. My sister also encouraged me to be successful by telling me I can do it if I set my mind to it. Plus my mom and dad also encourage me to be successful. Everyone in my family nags on me until I go the full mile, until I try my hardest and until I work to my ability. So work to your ability because you can do it.

Take your Time

Mr.McGuire the advice I have to other 6th grade students is if your going to take a test you might as well do it good.  If you rush through the test all you get to do after words is be bored. So take your time think through the problems if you are having trouble on a problem skip it than go back to it. Also go back in the passage and don’t try to remember it just look back in the passage. This year Mr.McGuire thought me that if you don’t take your time it doesn’t pay of. So if you don’t take your time it’s only effecting you. When I started doing a this I got 4/4 and 2/2 I was on the ball and my parents were so proud of me. That was the first time my parents were so happy about my grades. I almost cried because I knew through all my years of school if I had just went back and took my time I could have been a strait A student.

Margaret Peterson Haddix

Margaret is a awesome writer and I always wanted to know why she wanted to write so here it is this is why she dictated to write.This is from her perspective.

When my daughter was in third grade, she brought home a list one day that described what everyone in her class wanted to be when they grew up. Most of the kids clearly picked the same jobs their parents held. But a few went for the fantastical. One kid said he wanted to be a spy; another was longing to be a professional dirt-biker; another saw himself as a future movie director. And I looked at that list and thought, “Yep, I’m with the dirt-biker and the spy.”

As a kid, I also longed for a career that I didn’t actually believe real people got to do. The far-out, only-in-your dreams career I wanted was to be an author. All the grown-ups I knew were farmers (like my dad) or nurses (like my mom), teachers or dentists, housewives or grocery store clerks, etc., etc. The only authors I’d ever heard of were, well, just in books.

I grew up on a farm about halfway between two small towns: Washington Court House, Ohio, and Sabina, Ohio. I come from both a long line of farmers, and a long line of bookworms. When we went on family vacations, my parents were always saying things like, “Would you guys stop reading for a minute and look out the window? That’s the Grand Canyon we’re driving past!” But then my mom would laugh and say, “That’s exactly what my parents always said to me when I was a kid!” Now that I’ve made the same kind of comments to my own children (“Please put down Harry Potter for a moment! That’s the Pacific Ocean out there!”), it makes me wonder how far back this goes. How many of my ancestors, immigrating to America, had to admonish their kids, “Would you put down that book and look out? Don’t you want to see our new home?”

The people I met in books always seemed very real to me: as a kid, I counted among my friends the whip-smart New York kids of E.L. Konigsburg books, Harriet the Spy, Anne of Green Gables, Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women, Anne Frank, Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, The Little Princess’ Sara Crewe, L.M. Montgomery’s Emily Byrd Starr, Beanie Malone, and many, many others. To me, it didn’t seem to be much of a step to go from loving books to wanting to create books of my own.

But because I also read more practical information as well—my local newspaper, Time magazine, accounts of the Great Depression—I knew that I couldn’t be completely impractical about my career choice. So I hedged my bets a bit when I went off to college. I did major in creative writing, but I also majored in journalism (and history, just for fun). Except for the summer after my freshman year of college, when I worked as an assistant cook at a 4-H camp (which was lots and lots of fun), every job I’ve held since then has been related to writing in some way. During college, I worked on my school newspaper and had summer internships at newspapers in Urbana, Ohio; Charlotte, North Carolina; and Indianapolis, Indiana. After college, I worked first as a newspaper copy editor in Fort Wayne, Indiana, then quickly moved back to Indianapolis to work as a newspaper reporter there.

I didn’t fully realize it at the time, but during those early years of my life I was also amassing things to write about. During high school, I acted in school plays; played flute and piccolo in the marching, pep and symphonic bands; sang in the school choir; worked on the school newspaper; ran track one year; competed on a school quick-recall team; served on the county junior fair board; and did volunteer work through my church and 4-H clubs. (Lest you think I was some multi-talented prodigy, I should point out that I’m a terrible singer, a terrible actor, and, as a runner, I’m really, really good at walking. One of the advantages of going to a fairly small school is that, if you’re not too afraid of making a fool of yourself, they’ll let you try just about any activity.) In college, one of the best things I did was spend a semester studying in Luxembourg, a small country nestled between France, Germany and Belgium. Living in a foreign country is a great way to force yourself to really think about, “Who am I?” “What shaped me as a person?” “Why do I believe what I believe?” “What do I want out of life?” “What shaped all these people I see around me?” “Why do they believe what they believe?” “What do they want out of life?”

But it was being a reporter that really gave me the opportunity to meet lots of different people, in vastly different circumstances. It never failed to amaze me that I could sit down with people, and begin asking really, really nosy questions, and because I was from the newspaper, they would almost always answer. For most of my time as a journalist, I worked as a general assignment reporter, which meant that I could be covering a fire one day, a scientific breakthrough the next, a politician’s news conference the next. (Or, on really busy days, some combination of several vastly different events, all at once.) Somehow, for me, hearing so many different stories from so many different people–and witnessing so many different events–didn’t just inspire me to write it all down. It also inspired me to play with different plots and characters and settings in my head. Facts weren’t enough for me. I still also wanted fiction.

For anyone who doesn’t trust journalists, I should point out that I didn’t change any facts for the stories I wrote for the newspaper. But I would go home and also write different kinds of stories, ones based more on my own imagination and my sense that there could be some sort of higher truth than just “facts.” Still, it wasn’t always easy, after spending eight or nine or ten hours a day writing and reporting, to write some more in my time off-work. So during this time, I had a lot more ideas for fiction than I actually wrote down.

It was also during this time that I got married. My husband, Doug, and I met in college, and he also went into journalism right after school. When he got a job as city editor of a newspaper in Danville, Illinois, it seemed like a big complication for my career. If I wanted to continue as a newspaper reporter, I knew I’d probably have to have my husband as a boss. This did not seem like a good idea. My husband and I agreed to see this complication as an opportunity: this would be my chance to concentrate on fiction. I took part-time jobs teaching writing at a community college and doing freelance business writing, but I also wrote Running Out of Time; Don’t You Dare Read This, Mrs. Dunphrey; and numerous short stories. While I was working on those, my husband and I also decided to start a family.

Like most writers, I went through an agonizing phase of submitting my work and collecting nothing but rejection letters for quite a while. For me, this phase lasted long enough that, by the time I sold my first two books (both at once, actually) our daughter, Meredith, was a year and a half old, and I was pregnant with our second child, Connor. Talk about feeling multiply blessed! Still, it was a little challenging to be a newly published author at the same time that I was becoming a new mother. For those first few years, I wrote only during my kids’ naptime, when I probably should have been napping myself. So I developed strict criteria for everything I wrote: it had to be exciting enough to keep me awake.

Since then, my life has changed quite a bit. My husband and kids and I moved from Illinois to Clarks Summit, Pennsylvania, to Columbus, Ohio. My kids are now teenagers, and I no longer have to worry that the sound of me typing at the computer might wake them up. But my criteria for what I write hasn’t changed that much. I know I have to write a story when the story keeps me awake at night, teases at the back of my brain all day, just won’t let me go.

And that’s why I became a writer.

Not so Hard Workers

Not So Hard Workers

Mr.McGuire I know it bugs you when people don’t try their hardest. With those two boys I would have told the teacher but I also wouldn’t have. I would because they are distracting peers. I wouldn’t have because it’s going to reflect back on them because they were too busy bothering others that they won’t get a good grade. If it were the real OAA they might get a low enough grade to hold them back. I didn’t really try my hardest and I regret it. On the OAA I’ll push up to my ability.

Letter to Mr. McGuire

I’m reading Dork Diaries, a problem the main character has in my book is bulling. The main character gets bulled be a girl named Mackenzie.

1st Mackenzie ruined her chances in the avant-garde art competition.

2nd she dissed her by not inviting her to a party.

3rd she ridiculed her by calling her uncivilized.

4th she publicly humiliated her by giving her an invitation and then uninviting her.

5th she tried to steal the one true love of her life , Brandon Roberts, by twirling her hair and flirting with hem.

6th she tripped her in the cafeteria and completely humiliated her.

This makes my book interesting because it gets me to realize that you can be who you want to be and if you chose to be someone your not your doing wrong. Plus it is interesting gossip.

 

My Weekend

My weekend is going to be great because I’m going to see The Hunger Games and my sisters and I are having a friend come over. Well she’s mostly my sisters friend but we all hang out together. It is really fun when she stays because she is a country girl like me and my sisters!!!

One time in the summer when she stayed my creek was flooded and she put a life vest on me and tied a string to it than I jumped in and she kept pulling me back and i jumped in again it was fun!!!  Dawn, My sister and I had so much fun.