On this day, every year, veterans are respected and honored
for the bravery they have shown
They risk life and limb to serve their country,
the country that themselves and many others live in
On this day, an armistice was made during World War I
on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month
Armistice Day was later changed to Veterans Day
to honor not just an armistice but all veterans
On this day, we remember the sacrifices made,
made by veterans that did so much to protect us
They leave their close ones to secure the future of other families
and risk dying which consequently leaves their wives, husbands, or children to fend for themselves
On this day, we are thankful as we should be every day,
for the lives we live thanks to them
Their bravery, courage, and honor, is something some but not many acknowledge every day
For all of this, our country is eternally in the debt of all veterans, living or deceased.
Monday, October 31, 2016
Friday, October 28, 2016
1st Quarter Reflection 2016
Some things you learn in the current year may be similar to what you actually learned from the last year. Mrs. Larson had tuaght us about the TIQA format. Topic sentence, introducing a quote, stating the quote, and analyzing it. This strategy is what I learned from Mr. Richards, my past social studies teacher. He told us about a strategy similar to TIQA but excluded the topic sentence. The "123" strategy helped me understand Mrs. Larson's.
To aid in using TIQA, she gave us a printed PowerPoint presentation. This had the crash course on TIQA from making the topic sentence to using supporting details. I want to thank Mrs. Larson for giving us the tutorial paper and for presenting other strategies. The given strategies may actually help us later in life. Such may include simply writing down vocabulary words on a notebook.
Actually writing something can help you learn better than mindlessly typing it. Mrs. Larson started giving us vocab. words on Friday. Not only do we have to input those and our prefixes onto Quizlet, but we also have to write them down in our notebooks. This is helpful because writing takes time. On an electronic, a letter is typed at the push of a button. On paper, you take time to write and therefore know what you are writing about. With Quizlet it's type first, study later.
I see the first quarter of this school year as an introduction. We learned strategies that we'll use not only in the progressing school year but later in life. These past few months have been showing us the possible assignments to come and has given us these strategies. Overall, we know what to do for whatever comes during the next few quarters.
Friday, October 21, 2016
A Letter to Lady Fortunado
Lady Fortunato,
In the chaotic celebrations and mayhem of the carnival, I encounter my good friend Montresor. Surely you remember him when we discussed wine and Italian arts. Sadly, Montresor isn't who he was before and has revealed that side of him tonight. He has lured me into a trap, using my knowledge and love for wine. I regret to inform you that I may spend my last days in this miserable chasm.
To start, I met Montresor in the carnival parties near his palazzo. He told me that he got a pipe of what seemed as amontillado. Being the best there is in wine, I decided to accompany Montresor and help him. There are times when the great must help the lowliest and besides, wine was my specialty. Montresor couldn't stop mentioning Luchesi but what did he know that I didn't? We went into the Montresor catacombs and drank Medoc before checking the pipe. I do remember Montresor being very kind and hospitable but apart from that and being eager to check the amontillado, I can't remember anything else. I must've drunk from all the Medoc.
I walked with Montresor through the catacombs into a room. All I tried to do was find the wine, but as I came back to my senses, I realized that I was stuck with nitre and was chained up. I looked around and saw Montresor finish what looked like to twelfth or thirteenth tier of stone and mortar. He led me into a trap and left me to die in the last place someone would look for me. If you find this letter, I may already be dead, indirectly killed by Montresor.
Your unfortunate husband, Fortunado
I commented on Vince B's, Sophie M's, and Jack S's blogs.
In the chaotic celebrations and mayhem of the carnival, I encounter my good friend Montresor. Surely you remember him when we discussed wine and Italian arts. Sadly, Montresor isn't who he was before and has revealed that side of him tonight. He has lured me into a trap, using my knowledge and love for wine. I regret to inform you that I may spend my last days in this miserable chasm.
To start, I met Montresor in the carnival parties near his palazzo. He told me that he got a pipe of what seemed as amontillado. Being the best there is in wine, I decided to accompany Montresor and help him. There are times when the great must help the lowliest and besides, wine was my specialty. Montresor couldn't stop mentioning Luchesi but what did he know that I didn't? We went into the Montresor catacombs and drank Medoc before checking the pipe. I do remember Montresor being very kind and hospitable but apart from that and being eager to check the amontillado, I can't remember anything else. I must've drunk from all the Medoc.
I walked with Montresor through the catacombs into a room. All I tried to do was find the wine, but as I came back to my senses, I realized that I was stuck with nitre and was chained up. I looked around and saw Montresor finish what looked like to twelfth or thirteenth tier of stone and mortar. He led me into a trap and left me to die in the last place someone would look for me. If you find this letter, I may already be dead, indirectly killed by Montresor.
Your unfortunate husband, Fortunado
Friday, October 7, 2016
"The Kindness and Compasion a Family can Give
"The Kindness and Compassion a Family can Give.
Theme: Kindness and helping others.
“We remember our first days in America” said a few strangers while helping us
No matter how much the strangers resembled beetles, my father always maintained that they could be angles, given to us by God to test the deepest sentiments of our hearts.
My brother had found another stranger housing and a job, encouraged him, and even given him money when he could — even though my bro had so little himself. All of this, without telling anyone.
Maybe every stranger was an address-book brother, sent to test the goodness in our hearts.
Haileab the kindhearted, the compassionate, friend to the poor and the downtrodden, the first to comfort the sick, the last the leave them, ally of his people, our father and shepherd, he has gone up, and we pray, oh, Eternal One, that you receive him.
My father was never afraid to ask for help. But he also used his own power to help others, especially the most recently arrived refugees. The poorer the refugees, and the more desperately they needed his help, the more he wanted to do for them.
Of the gifts that we can give, the greatest is to see beauty in each other — in essence, to give beauty to each other. When we give that beauty, we prepare our hearts to receive it back.
Theme: Kindness and helping others.
“We remember our first days in America” said a few strangers while helping us
No matter how much the strangers resembled beetles, my father always maintained that they could be angles, given to us by God to test the deepest sentiments of our hearts.
My brother had found another stranger housing and a job, encouraged him, and even given him money when he could — even though my bro had so little himself. All of this, without telling anyone.
Maybe every stranger was an address-book brother, sent to test the goodness in our hearts.
Haileab the kindhearted, the compassionate, friend to the poor and the downtrodden, the first to comfort the sick, the last the leave them, ally of his people, our father and shepherd, he has gone up, and we pray, oh, Eternal One, that you receive him.
My father was never afraid to ask for help. But he also used his own power to help others, especially the most recently arrived refugees. The poorer the refugees, and the more desperately they needed his help, the more he wanted to do for them.
Of the gifts that we can give, the greatest is to see beauty in each other — in essence, to give beauty to each other. When we give that beauty, we prepare our hearts to receive it back.
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