tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90475204158632155002024-02-20T18:00:07.841-08:00Language ArtsTara-JaneVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17305753332473189877noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047520415863215500.post-35159057506704713482013-05-29T18:12:00.000-07:002013-05-29T18:12:01.752-07:00Knowing Our World <b id="docs-internal-guid-431682ec-f2fd-bf49-e814-cea03b1fac5e" style="font-weight: normal;"></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 17px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Crazy, inhumane, dreadful, careless, these are just a fraction of the words that would describe our world. One thing for sure is that human beings really are interesting creatures, we steal, kill, hit, and many other things to each other. Of course there are more people who are still in their right mind, but even just one person who does these things is too much, and there are countless people who are doing these things every day. There are bad things in the world that we cannot afford to miss out on helping out. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 17px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One morning I came from school and noticed that the living room TV was on the news channel and I did not like what I saw. There was people running, screaming, people were hurt and the news reporters said that there was two bombs that went off during a marathon in Boston, Massachusetts, a proud day for Americans. I was just shocked as I watched two bombs go off on TV, where there were people cheering on the runners for one moment then everything turns into chaos in another. As time went by slowly, I watched as the number hurt keeped increasing. I looked on CNN and I found that the number hurt was at over 140 people total and only three were killed (CNN). There are bad things in the world that we cannot afford to miss out on helping out. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 17px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Now, the bombing was one of the worst thing that happened for the year, but there are more bad things, for instance there</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 17px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">were three girls that got kidnapped ten years ago and just got found. This rescue happened because one of the girls hailed a neighbor and called 911 (The Washington Post). This completely came out of nowhere for me and I feel absolutely sorry for these poor girls. One of the young ladies was severely beaten and needs face reconstruction. She won’t have contact with her family because she was on the list as a runaway and they took her off the list, in other words they gave up on her. I don’t know what is worse, getting beaten for ten years or know that you were givin up upon your own family. I, on the other hand, would never give up looking if there wasn’t undeniable proof of my friend’s or children’s death.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 17px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I really didn’t even want to mention Human Trafficking, but I think that it is necessary since it is a very important problem in our world. As I mentioned before that the girls got kidnapped well that was an example of human trafficking. There are more people in slavery now than there ever has been in human history (ywca), which I had a hard time believing that, but I guess it would make sense with the increased population over the years. </span></div>
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 17px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 17px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">All this and much more happens every day, every hour, every second. There is the saying that states, “Every second there is a child born.”. Which is true but another saying that is true is, “Every second somebody dies.”. No matter what the cause is it really matters that we know that these things happen and we must do everything we can to help, whether it is praying for them, or giving some money to a fund for them, for the people who have lost close ones, and who have almost lost their lives. </span></b>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-431682ec-f2fd-86cd-5a9f-cd9d4f1a527e"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"3 killed, more than 140 hurt in Boston Marathon bombing – This Just In - CNN.com Blogs." </span><span style="font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This Just In - CNN.com Blogs</span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. N.p., 15 Apr. 2013. Web. 30 May 2013. <</span><a href="http://news.blogs.cnn.com/2013/04/15/explosions-near-finish-of-boston-marathon/" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">http://news.blogs.cnn.com/2013/04/15/explosions-near-finish-of-boston-marathon/</span></a><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">>.</span></b></div>
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Tara-JaneVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17305753332473189877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047520415863215500.post-13388906250060264472013-05-16T05:32:00.003-07:002013-05-16T05:33:59.843-07:00Trail Of Tears Part Two<b id="docs-internal-guid-281f56c9-ad4e-c31b-88cf-29e86c4d3566" style="font-weight: normal;"></b><br />
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-281f56c9-ad4e-c31b-88cf-29e86c4d3566" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The trip to the rest of our lives started with a slow and depressing walk. Some of the children were still cry but noting along with some mothers. Anusha was crying on my shoulder and it was hard for me to keep from crying along with her. I knew I had to be brave for her so that I wouldn’t make the situation even worse. Plus I had a reputation I had to keep with my family and my tribe, showing fear is something I try to stay away from, to be brave for my tribe if the day comes that I will lead my people. That day will probably never happen since I am a woman and only men can go to war and be leaders. I’m lucky enough that I get to hunt but that will soon end, I’m sure of it since we will need a lot of woman when we get to the new land to organize everything up along with getting everything situated. Adahy was used to having a good amount of game on his back so having some blankets and soft stuff actually felt good on his back I bet. Sooner or later Laila or Anusha will want to have a ride on him when their feet get tired, possibly even mother. It is weird when they ask me to ride Adahy since it is partially our families horse but they know Adahy and me have a special bond that will never break. He won’t let anyone else ride him unless I give him the “okay” sign, which is either helping the person on him, which is pretty obvious, or basically just telling him it’s okay. Just as I was saying, here goes Anusha. </span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I completely understood what she meant, those men were dressed strangely with huge long guns. I felt both safe to be protected by those guns and also unsafe and completely uncomfortable since I’m sure those guns were used against my people, possibly one of them is the killer of my father. Either way I much rather a bow since it is better in every way. It reloads faster, easier to carry, and just looks cooler. Though I do admit that I wish I had the chance to fire the gun at least once, the white men would get a taste of their own medicine, or guns. Finally we halt for a second and I push her up upon Adahy, where I know she is now safe. If anybody tries to hurt her then I can simply send Adahy to charge off until he finds one of our sister tribes. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Okay, it’s time to stop for the night.” The leader states.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Everybody stops and prepares to unsettle for the night. I take Anusha off Adahy and look for a nice, soft place to sleep. Mother carried Laila asleep in her arms, laid her onto a tree, pulled a blanket off of Adahy and put her to sleep. Everybody started to do the same and after about a half hour everybody was comfy and ready to fall asleep. I, on the other hand, stayed up and watched as the white men gathered around a fire not too far away from us, drinking, smoking, and I have to say that I have never smelled something that almost made me throw up, except for bad meat, but the thing that really bothered me was that these were the men that fought and won against my kin. All they were doing was laughing and getting drunk enough to stumble to the ground when trying to walk. Finally, sleep caught up with me and put me into a dreamless sleep. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I felt something sniffing me, a very soft nose and at first I thought that it was a wolf, about to eat my face when I stood straight up and took out my knife that was strapped to my side. Then I see Adahy staring at me and stepped back when I jumped up and startled her, she eyes my knife and backs away, he was always a smart horse. Wondering why he woke me up I looked around and saw that all the white men were loading up their guns. Now I was very thankful for Adahy, because they might think that we are all asleep and they are just going to execute us in our sleep, as I suspected and so did he. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Thanks boy, I owe you a tree of apples.” I whisper loud enough just for him to hear. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Instead of killing us they start going to different families, careful not to get too close incase they stab them or something, and told them to get packing. One soldier came over to us and gave us the same instructions. We began to pack everything up when another soldier comes over to talk to my mother.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I am afraid that we are going to have to take your horse, orders from the General that if there are any valuable horses that we have to take them.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Hearing this made my heart skip three beats and before I knew it, I was holding onto Adahy with my life and started to yell at the soldier with great fear in my heart. The soldier was startled by the yelling coming from a little girl.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“NO, you can’t just take my horse away! He belongs to me and only me! My father left me Adahy and I refuse to give him away to the very people who killed him!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“There is nothing that I can do, your horse is too strong to just ignore and leave in the hands of a peasant.” He says with a smirk.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The very second I heard him call me a “peasant”, I lost all of my anger and before I could stop myself I kicked the man's leg so he would be level to me and was shocked by my surprising strength. I slap him across the face so hard that my hand felt a painful shock go throughout my arm and fell to the ground covering his face, while I tried to get feeling back into my hand. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Aruna stop!! You're just going to make things worse!” My mother cries while holding my sisters. They had plain shock on their face and started to cry when they thought about what the man would do back to me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You little...” He trails off while he slaps me back and I land face down on the ground crying from the agonizing pain. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My family just sits there, not being able to move and neither could I. Waiting for what might come next I turn and look at the soldier who now held a gun up to Adahay’s head. Somehow I find even more strength and began to get up and start charging after the man when two other men stop me by grabbing my arms and pushing me back to the ground.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Stubborn little brat, pull her back up so I can punish her, she needs to learn who is the boss around here.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The soldiers get me on my knees and I look into the eyes of my mother and sisters whose eyes were filled with fear. They were also being held by soldiers to make sure that they see the punishment. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Now, everybody watch so that the next time somebody decides to give me disrespect that the punishment will be even worse, she is lucky that I am going easy on her and that I am going to end her pain fast but I will not do the same for anyone else.” The soldier says making sure each and every one of my kin were watching and listening.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Everything started to slow down, watching the man take his gun and give me the most devilish smile, I didn’t want anyone to watch so kept all of my tears behind my eyes and gave the soldier a strong, hard stare, looking deep into his eyes, looking into his soul and saw nothing but complete anger. He took his gun, flipped it so that the handle was showing and hit me hard on the head, before I could even flinch everything turns to black and the world goes quiet.</span><br />
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</b>Tara-JaneVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17305753332473189877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047520415863215500.post-9871221195180796502013-05-01T17:35:00.000-07:002013-05-30T06:34:44.958-07:00Fitness & Health<b id="docs-internal-guid-4713face-626b-6310-513e-eaab44b49fb7" style="font-weight: normal;"></b><b id="docs-internal-guid-2f78659f-f5a5-9eb8-cdee-7816b04c608a" style="font-weight: normal;"></b><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 17px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As I said before, a lot of people dislike gym class, not realizing that it does so much to prepare them for their future socially as well as, physically. We are more unlikely to have back problems when we practice doing sit ups because basically our bones are going to feel a lot stronger when we get older. If we didn’t exercise or do any type of stretches, then our bones and muscles would ache and we would be very weak and unhealthy. Of course, some people do have trouble in gym because they have asthma, like I do, or are already overweight and have a much harder time. I remember I used to run like a horse, but then in fifth grade I got pneumonia and my lungs were damaged. Now, I have trouble breathing just after a short sprint or jog, but I have gotten better in the last two years. This improvement is seen in the goals we set for ourselves in class. Also, I am a little overweight although I have lost a little and I realize it is the result of the physical activity I use in phy ed class.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In addition it also looks like they don’t have that much room, so it would be very easy for them to get diseased from germs or maybe even become claustrophobic in those small areas. Almost all of these kids are stuck doing this for a good amount of their life, not going to school, not learning how to write, read, which just makes their lives even worse because they won’t get a good job later in the future and not live a happy life.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Their family must be pretty poor to let their kids work here or they are homeless and have no choice but to work and ended up here, trapped here for the rest of their lives. Anyone can guess what it is they are thinking. “Man I can’t wait to get out of here” or “Oh no, not that machine again”. That’s just their basic thoughts, what they feel is sorrow, depressed, tired, hurt, no hope, and no life. I believe that some of them may have committed or considered suicide. How their parents feel is probably terrified, wondering if their child will make it back each day from work. They feel ashamed for having their children work for them just to get a bite and a drink to stay alive. Therefore this is a life that no one wants and no one deserves.</span></div>
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.2823581218253821" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My name is Aruna, which stands for dawn or the sunrise. I was named that because I was born during the sunrise. I live in the Cherokee tribe in a place that is called Tennessee by the white men. I’m fourteen years-old and because my papa died with some other soldiers trying to protect our land, I had to learn how to hunt, skin, fish, cook, clean, do any chores all in one day. Luckily I have two younger sisters, seven and eight year-olds, Anusha and Laila, who helps our mom with the cooking and cleaning and getting things done. I have to say that Anusha has these beautiful colored eyes with green and possibly yellow in there, it is very unusual for my people to get this so she is very unique to everyone, including me. Before my papa died he taught me how to hunt for deer and fish for my family, and even tried took me to watch him try to kill a bear and it was a bad experience. Only the best hunters are able to kill a </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">black</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> bear and so far that was only one hunter. Black Coat, the leader of our tribe was the strongest of all. He had the strength of a bear and a spirit like an untamed horse. Pretty easy to guess how he got his name. Black Coat is my role model, I want to be just like him and someday kill my own black bear. He said that he knew when the time was right that the bear spirit was telling him to take a step up and become a leader and by doing that, he had to kill the famous black bear. Yes we are aware that there are other bears, but the black bear is the most common bear near us and the most strongest we have encountered. Other tribes laugh at us since we have no grizzly bears and they are the most ferocious, but for us the black bears are more wild against our tribe. Whereas I believe the spirit of the black bear is mad at us so they make them more intimidated to kill us.</span></b>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I have to say I was with the woman at first but what the man said was also true, that we have a chance of at least living another day. Everyone stepped out but Black Coat who just took a seat on the ground and looked deeply into the fire. He glanced at me and for the first time I looked straight in his eyes and I could have sworn I saw that he was scared. Back in my tipi I started to pack my things which wasn’t much, all I had was three sets of clothes and a blanket. I wanted my bow and hunting knife because I wanted my last time here to be in the woods and hunt.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The day passes and now it was the time for the white men to come. Everything was packed, our homes, our remainders of food, everything had to b carried either horseback, or on our backs. Adahy carried pretty much the blankets, clothes, and the food I gathered the day before with some vegetables. Seeing the white men was a horrid sight for most of the tribe, but for some odd reason when finally got to see them up close they looked very strong, proud, and ready for an attack that might happen any moment. I wasn’t scared of them until the leader of the soldier comes up to us on his horse and tells us where we are headed. He takes a low breath staring at us and begins talking. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Today we are here to escort you to Indian territory. To do this we will have to travel through Tennessee, to Kentucky, to Illinois, to Missouri, to finally reach our destination to Indian territory. 100,00 American Indians are also on their way</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">and we might bump into them since the roads will soon connect. I would just like to thank you all for selling us your beautiful land, it will work well with growing cotton and tobacco along with farmland for the settlers that they are just dying for. The road will be very hard to travel and many of you will die from sickness, starvation, possibly suicide, or trying to kill our soldiers then you will have to pay a death sentence. Since Indian territory is a long ways away it will take possibly a year to travel there, 1838 through 1839. By 1840 you should be settled nicely in you new homeland and will be able to go back to your normal lives,” he says with a smirk. </span></div>
<br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Even though he said that, I don’t think that our lives will ever be normal again. Most people in the tribe knew that they are going to try and teach us to live civilized, to make the children go to school and wear their clothing. One thing that drives me nuts is that the ladies can’t show off their legs but their dress at the top going so low and shows a little too much, and they yell at us for barely wearing any clothes! Just another thing that makes them very different to us. They said that we are allowed to have weapons on us as long as we don’t try to kill them or they will tell us that we can hunt when they tell us to and we have to be supervised. Once they were done telling us the rules it was finally the time to start making our way down to our new home. Many will die, so I am going to try my best to make sure that I keep my family safe as would my father.</span></b> </div>
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Tara-JaneVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17305753332473189877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047520415863215500.post-1196571056820055262013-02-18T06:00:00.001-08:002013-03-11T05:47:30.700-07:00How I Love New York<b id="internal-source-marker_0.7454227809794247" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Author's Note: For my creative piece I decided to just do a little story about when I went to New York and kind of describe what it looked like during Christmas and what I did there.</span></b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><br />
<b id="internal-source-marker_0.23336561932228506" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I'm not a person that goes on vacation a lot and the only places I have been to are Las Vegas and New York. It is kind of what you call a family tradition for us to go to Wisconsin Dells yet nothing interesting really ever happens there. New York has a much better story. When I was in New York, it was during Christmas which made New York was the most extravagant site I have ever seen. Everything was perfect, there was maybe two inches of snow which gave the city a wonderful coat of white and at night when all the Christmas lights were on, it was like the whole city was flooded with colors of yellow, green, red, and blue. There were huge lit up snowflake decorations that put a wonderful shade of blue light that bounced off each building window surrounding them. The best part was the biggest tree that was decorated so beautifully it stung my eyes it was so well lit up. I have never been in such a magical place, and I got to do and see some pretty neat things. </span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Even though seeing the city was a great experience there was a few things we didn’t get to do, for instance we were going to go to the top of the Empire State Building, but we didn’t have enough time and it was really busy. One thing that really got me upset was that there was a birthday dinner for my mom that I was never told about. We were just sitting in a restaurant and then POP! The workers just do a little surprise celebration with confetti and singing happy birthday and I was literally even more surprised than my mother. I held a grudge for the remaining time we were there and I still am. </span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The rest of it was nice, we got to get a ride in a carriage with a big, white, stinky clydesdale that smelled as if it hasn’t been washed for over a month. This kind of reminds me of that Seinfeld show when the guy gives his horse some bread and it gets all gasey. After circling Central Park I never hated a horse ride before in my life and I love horses. We walked on the Brooklyn Bridge and I saw the magnificent statue of Liberty in the distance. With the sun gazing down upon her making the water beneath her sparkle, I thought to myself that that was the biggest, proudest looking statue I have ever seen, even though it is the first and only statue I have ever seen. I also remember seeing the remains of the twin towers. The places that they were in were cut off by huge plastic covered fences. It made it look unbelievably depressing. One thing that I will never forget is the amazing pizza they have there; it was the most delicious pizza I have ever encountered and I would definitely go there again just for one more slice. Hopefully I get the honor to go there again to have some more fresh memories and fresh pizza.</span></b>
Tara-JaneVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17305753332473189877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047520415863215500.post-88160370371120623682013-01-23T06:30:00.001-08:002013-02-28T05:57:28.294-08:00Patriot or Loyalist<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>Author's Note: This book was a hard choice to figure out the point of view but I pretty much explain how the story would be told from other people in the book and explain what Tim's point of view is on the Revolutionary War.</i></span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /></span><b id="internal-source-marker_0.43589400476776063" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In the book </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My Brother Sam Is Dead </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">by </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Christopher Collier ,</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tim is a young boy who lives in Redding, Connecticut and his family are loyalists. His father is a man who think’s the war is just a stupid, pointless act against the king, while Sam,Tim’s older brother, is in college, but snuck away with some other men to join the Continental Army. So Tim’s father is not happy with Sam because he thinks that it’s God’s rule that men are supposed to be loyal to their king. Their mother is a loyalist but doesn’t care much of what Sam is doing she doesn’t want any part of it. The author</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> is showing that Tim is not the bad guy here that he is just trying to get a good perspective of things, while</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tim is pretty much in the middle of it all because he wants to obey his father but when he looks at same he thinks that he is the most intelligent and proud man especially when he came home with his Continental Army suit. Sam steals the family musket and takes off to join the cause while Tim is forced to become a man and help out with their farm and tavern. The father gets kidnapped and killed on a British ship so Tim was the man. Sam comes home because his team is resting in Redding and Sam gets executed by being accused of stealing his own cattle.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tim doesn’t really pick a side of either loyalist or patriot because of how he was grown up with loyalists and seeing British troops do something horrible to the patriots. If Tim was just a loyalist then the story would have been how horrible the patriot’s are and if he was a patriot it would be the other way around. Having being able to see both sides was a good experience for him not just listening to Sam or their father. Therefore Tim’s point of view is that the war is just something that should have never happened or that there should be another way for the patriots to get their freedom. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Of course if the author didn’t tell the story from Tim’s point of view then the whole story would have changed. Take Sam for instance, if the story was told from his point of view then the story would just be about him in the war and actually that sounds pretty good. If the author did another book that takes place as Sam in the war, his point of view would all just be him in the war and how he thinks fighting for independence is worth dying for, which it is. Now it would be the same for author if he chose someone else's point of view. For most of the people who lived in Redding they were loyalists so the point of view from anyone in the town would be all about how great of a king king George is and how Sam is such a good almost grown up man and how smart and strong he is but that he is a traitor of the king and he should be banished from Redding or executed. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It is important that a great author has a well understood point of view and that the reader can find and understand it. The point of view for Tim is that he is in the middle of war and he is just trying to keep his mother safe, keep out of trouble, and to keep the tavern running to stay in business. His point of view will change a bit throughout the book but in the end his point of view is pretty clear that Tim was a more of a pacifist.</span></b>
Tara-JaneVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17305753332473189877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047520415863215500.post-85441328073290335652013-01-07T06:11:00.000-08:002013-02-11T06:13:11.133-08:00Mockingjay<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>Author's Note: Probably most people love this book, I know I do and we all know Katniss, the one who will protect her sister and her friends at any cost and that she has some very great qualities and it was hard to pick one for my theme.</i></span></b><br />
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Tara-JaneVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17305753332473189877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047520415863215500.post-13963369720862657272013-01-02T05:35:00.001-08:002013-01-17T06:39:04.486-08:00Family In War<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>Author's Note: My Brother Sam is Dead was the perfect choice for a retelling since not many things happened in the story so it was easy to retell it.</i></span></b><br />
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.02423728141002357" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In the book My Brother Sam Is Dead, there is a boy named Tim who has a mother, father, and a brother Sam. He goes off into war to fight with the patriots, his father is not happy with it at all. Tim’s father takes him to go collect cattle when his father gets kidnapped by cowboys and later dies on a British ship. After his fathers death Tim learns to take responsibility and after a few months Sam comes back because his leader is taking a rest with his soldiers including Sam in Redding, his home and Sam gets accused of stealing his own cattle when he was trying to save his cattle but gets caught by the thief's and they turned him in. After a few weeks Sam gets sentenced to death and gets shot with Tim watching him fall to the ground never seeing him again, wishing there was some other way for this war to turn out.</span></b>Tara-JaneVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17305753332473189877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047520415863215500.post-27938170445473596072012-11-28T05:38:00.001-08:002012-11-30T05:58:01.342-08:00Buried Treasure 3:15<br />
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Cody Miller was just about to melt the gold when he saw a shadow right in the corner of his eye. Cody turns, but sees nothing nor no one. Once again he hears the voice of the old man saying "You better not take my gold treasure boy". Cody was starting to feel a little guilty about taking the old mans treasure but decided to do so anyway. He picks up the hook and he sees there is words on it spelling <em style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">do what is right boy.</em> Feeling a little creeped out Cody gets some water and washes his face, hoping that he is not going crazy because he does not believe in ghosts. Then he starts to think about how he would hate it if someone took his treasure when he passed. Cody looks at the golden ring, admiring it's beauty and decides that maybe he can keep the ring and give back the hook.</div>
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Thinking of a way to give back the hook he decides if he can find a family member of the old man he could give it to them and possibly get a reward. As he is walking into town he heard some fella's talking about the old man. "Can you believe that the guy with the golden hook finally died"? says a man. "Yeah, if I was young and crazy again I would probably steal it since he sadly has no family member to look after it and he was probably buried with it". Cody felt stupid that it was obvious that any man would rather have a family member look after it than the ground. Feeling doubtful Cody decides that maybe he should just sell the hook and go on with his life, then the voice trails off in his mind for what the old man said to him. He sees a shadow once again but it looks like an old man and is trying to gesture him to follow. Cody decides to not get the spirit angry and follow him. After about ten minutes Cody realizes that he is back where the old man was buried. The shadow then walks on top of the grave and disappears. Then Cody realizes that the ghost will not leave him alone unless he puts the hook back with it's rightful owner. An hour past and he dug all the way down back to the wooden coffin. He uses the back of the hammer to get the nails off and finally put the hook back on the old man. When he reburied the hook he started walking home when he sees the shadow but now its look exactly like the old man and he said "I knew you would do the right thing boy". He never again saw the spirit.</div>
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I choose this ending because I don't think that the old man is a bad guy so he didn't exactly haunt him. In the story the old man wasn't too much of a push over so I that is why I thought he was a nice guy. Of course I was wrong and in the real ending the old man Kills Cody so the he wasn't as nice of a guy as i thought.</div>
Tara-JaneVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17305753332473189877noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047520415863215500.post-30672208655883031622012-11-15T14:23:00.002-08:002012-11-15T14:23:21.915-08:00Katniss Everdeen<b id="internal-source-marker_0.1386325815692544" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Author’s Note: This short story is for my character analyzation piece. It is about how Katniss Everdeen from The Hunger Games changes throughout the book because she is doesn’t let anyone get personal with her and she just wants to do things on her own the way she does it, but then she starts to realize that is not true.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In the beginning of the story Katniss doesn’t want anyone to try and help her because she has always been the boss of her family, catching game and trading it to peacekeepers. The only one who she hunts with is Gale and they work together to try and feed their family. Other people want to help Katniss but she refuses to let them because she thinks that she can do everything on her own and not show that she is weak and needs help. Gale is pretty much the only person she talks to personally. This started when her father died in a mining accident and before that he took her out in the woods and taught her to hunt by using a bow and arrows, and taught her to make traps.</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Same thing happened to Gale’s father so he has to hunt to feed his family. After Katniss got chosen to be a tribute everything started to change.</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Halfway into the story Katniss is starting to learn that everything she knew about growing up was a not what she thought, and what she thought was that she doesn’t need anybody’s help. When Katniss was training she still didn’t partner up with anyone or work with anyone but she started to realize that maybe some other tributes needed her help or that some tributes could be of some worth to work with as an ally in the arena. With the help of Haymitch her mentor, she realized that she needed sponsors to help her survive. During the games when she did stuff that Haymitch wanted her to do she got rewarded with gifts like food or medicine. For instance, Katniss did not want to partner up with Peeta but she had to do so that she would get presents to help her survive. There was one thing that Katniss didn’t like almost at all which was kissing Peeta so that people will root for their love and have a higher chance for their survival. Katniss realized by now that helping people and working with them is not such a bad thing. In the beginning she was very personal, and shy with strangers but now she is more comfortable with having to work with others that having people help her is not such a bad thing.</span></b>
Tara-JaneVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17305753332473189877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047520415863215500.post-47649186507493673142012-11-06T06:25:00.002-08:002012-11-06T06:25:45.781-08:00Thank you, Ma'am<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>Author's Note</i>:<i> In this short response I am writing about a how a boy changes from the beginning of the story to the end of the story.</i></span></b><br />
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.13537911651656032" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In the beginning of the story Roger tried to steal an old woman's purse. This was probably because he listened to the song “Blue Suede Shoes” by Elvis Presley, or because he saw an ad about them, or he saw some other kids wearing them so he wanted them too. Since no one was home he had no money to try buy the shoes. Rogers only option was to try and steal someone purse or wallet for money and buy the shoes. He was probably waiting for an old woman or someone that wasn’t a threat and steal their purse. Roger then saw this old woman and tried to steal her purse but he underestimated her and she caught him.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Another part in the story was at the end when the old woman gave Roger ten dollars and told him to buy himself a pair of blue suede shoes. Roger wanted to thank her but she closed the door right behind her and he never saw her again. I think Roger wanted to thank her because the woman did not harm him and did not take him to jail as he expected. He wanted her to trust him since nobody else did. Also that the woman fed him and made him wash his face. Basically she treated him like he was her own son which made him feel bad that he treated her so poorly by trying to steal her purse. Roger wanted to say “Thank you, Ma’am” but didn’t have the chance but since she was so kind to him he will hopefully never try and steal a purse or anything from anyone again.</span></b>
Tara-JaneVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17305753332473189877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047520415863215500.post-35288854833813231402012-10-30T06:08:00.000-07:002013-01-02T06:28:42.155-08:00What Would I Tell America's Founding Fathers?<span style="font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><span style="font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;">Author's Note: Few people might think that when the Declaration of </span><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Independence</span><span style="font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"> was </span><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">written it was just a few men writing what they feel is right but no, it was in a room where a whole group of men where arguing and talking and deciding what to write to thing king but there where a few men that stood out.</span></i></span><br />
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.2810231843031943" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Founding fathers where John Adams, Benjamin Franklin, Alexander Hamilton, John Jay, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, and George Washington. What would I tell America’s founding fathers? Would they ask what the country is like today? Not many people know who the founding fathers are or what they did to help this country. I think that everybody who lives in America and is an American should know about them. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Now each father had a big part in the in the U.S. Confederation, Thomas Jefferson who wrote the Declaration of Independance was serving as ambassador to France at the time of the convention. John Adams wrote “Defense of the Constitution of the Government of the United States of America.” The founding fathers were many different types of people like soldiers, diplomats, politicians, or any ordinary citizen. The most importants types where Signers and Framers. They all took part in winning American independence and creating the United States of America. If I could ask a question to the founding fathers I would ask if it was really true if regular ordinary citizens helped create and form America. I know it’s because of the citizens that there is still an America today but I mean was there people actually being able to maybe suggest to write something down on the Declaration of Independance like how did it exactly work?</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Now the most important founding father was obviously George Washington the first president but what did he do for this country? George Washington was a </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Commander in Chief of the colonial forces in the American Revolution. Many soldiers gave up but George was determined to free America and fought on. After they had won the war against the British George washington was elected to be the first president of the United States of America. Washington served his country with honor, pride, and dignity. John Adams was known to be the next president. If I had to pick a favorite founding father it would be George Washington without a doubt. I’m sure most everybody would choose the same but he is like a role model to me like he is for the rest of the presidents. If I could talk to George Washington I would tell him that I want to be just like him, a leader who never gives up and always fights for what he loves and what is right.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I know I didn’t have much to say to the rest of the founding fathers so I’m going to say something as if I was truly talking to them. I would say thank you for all the love and support you put into our country and it is a true honor to meet my heroes. I’m not sure if the United States today is the United States you dreamed of but if it wasn’t for you we wouldn’t have such a great country. Free, safe, and well taken care of because of you. Thank you for everything.</span></b>
Tara-JaneVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17305753332473189877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047520415863215500.post-11654138315485044342012-10-29T06:07:00.000-07:002012-11-26T06:22:35.699-08:00Cause and Effect<span style="font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><b><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Author's Note: This is The Hunger Games transformed in my cause and effect </span><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">piece</span><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">.</span></b></i></span><br />
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Tara-JaneVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17305753332473189877noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047520415863215500.post-61288375225415052892012-10-11T18:30:00.003-07:002012-11-30T05:45:34.784-08:00Conflict and Resolution: The Hunger Games<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">A story that I read last year was the book The Hunger Games by
Suzanne Collins. A girl named Katniss Everdeen volunteered to be a tribute when
her sister’s name was called. A boy named Peeta Mellark who has had a crush on
Katniss forever got called to be the male tribute and will have to face death
with her further on in the book. The biggest conflict is that during the games
Peeta is forced to try to find and possibly kill Katniss while he is still
madly in love with her. She then plays a game where she pretends to be in love
with her but Peeta doesn’t know it. Katniss also feels some feelings for her
friend Gale back in her district.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>This conflict is resolved by their mentor Hamish who helps change the rule that only one victor can be crowned and changed it so that two victors can be crowned if they originate from the same district. Katniss then tries to find Peeta and when she does she starts to play a game where she pretends to be in love with him back so that
they can get sponsors to help them survive. In the end he finds out that Katniss really doesn’t like him back and is a little upset with it but it still kills him inside. Really this conflict isn’t resolved in the end of this book but it is in the end of the series.</b></span></span><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Tara-JaneVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17305753332473189877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047520415863215500.post-589467254716560022012-10-02T15:10:00.002-07:002012-10-02T15:10:44.627-07:00Woodside Ranch<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Author’s Note: This piece will definitely be one of my
favorite pieces. For those of you who loves horseback riding or camping, we are
very much alike because I am going to write about my favorite almost considered
a camping trip ever. Mostly my favorite events that I can remember.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">All I can say is that it was
like being given a million dollars when my mom told me she is going to take me
to a place called Woodside Ranch. She told me that there is going to be all
kinds of activities like archery, fishing, canoeing, and most importantly
horseback riding! Anyway, Woodside Ranch is right next to Wisconsin Dells and
is an awesome place for a little vacation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Now I can’t wait but to write
about horseback riding so I’m going to explain a little about my favorite part.
The first thing is that they put you in a training area to see if you can ride
a horse which was awesome because they said I was very good. One morning we had
to take our horses out to breakfast which was awesome. One time when we where
horseback riding my mom’s horse got spooked and almost made her fall of and
that was hilarious. The best thing was that we got to ditch a lot of activities
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">During the weekend we where
there we got to do a ton of awesome activities like archery, fishing, and
canoeing. Fishing was one of the activities that I ditched. Archery wasn’t as exciting
as canoeing because this one guy who was in a kayak and flipped over 3 times and
my mom and I where racing against another little girl and her mom and we beat
them so easily the little girl was screaming at her mom saying she is so slow
and lazy. All I can say is that I will never forget this awesome vacation and I
can’t wait to go again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Tara-JaneVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17305753332473189877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047520415863215500.post-23203389060710099192012-09-18T05:46:00.000-07:002012-09-18T05:46:58.810-07:00Duck Ride<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">I was at Wisconsin Dells when my sister Liz wanted to go on a duck ride so I went with her and when we got there it seemed like there was going to be a little rain storm but it didn’t look like much. While we were getting on the duck I noticed how cute the driver was even though all the duck drivers are. As we took our seat I saw that behind us there was a little girl who was asleep. I felt bad since this was an awesome experience. As though I thought.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Once we got to the part where we got into the water I noticed that the clouds where turning a very dark grey color and a few minutes later I looked at the water and it seemed little waves where forming from some very strong wind. The duck started to rock back and forth and that’s when the real storm was starting to come in. It didn’t take too long for it to start raining and lightning striking all around us. One strike of lightning was only about 10 yards away and almost made me jump out of my seat. Finally the driver informed us to pull down the plastic side sheet to keep from getting any more soaked but we unluckily had to hold onto the bottom so it would flop all around, sadly for the driver he was out from under the roof of the duck and was getting soaked. I felt really bad for him since he was most likely freezing in only his jacket. I thought the driver was wanting to get out of here as much as anyone else as he got us out of the water as quick as possible.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">After all that was happening in just a few minutes I heard the people behind us laughing and was driving me insane until I took a quick peek and saw that the little girl was sleeping and realized that she wasn’t even aware that she was getting soaked upon and not hearing everybody screaming, that really amazed me. Finally I got back to reality and remembered the situation we were in and saw that we got to the part where we where deep in the woods and I saw trees leaning almost falling on top of us and leaves flying all over. I had no idea how the driver could tell where he was going since we could only see a foot away from us with leaves and rain all over. By this point I was soaked freezing and terrified all at once thinking we were going to die by a huge old broken branch or tree crashing us. I looked into my sisters face that was covered with horror all over and holding onto my arm looking like she was about to ball out crying and loose it. I got a little proud of myself since I was being the brave one here, probably the only brave one since I was the only person strong enough to hold the sheet down for everyone on my side and I was hoping for a “thank you” after all of this, that is if we make it out alive. Next thing I knew I saw something somehow fly into the duck and scrape my leg. I can’t remember why but I was worried that it was something that was going to kill me like a poison branch or something even though I didn’t get a good look at it. Then I looked down around my feet to find what it was and it was just a little acorn, a little acorn! I was amazed because that little thing made a pretty deep cut by me knee. I don’t remember why but I decided to keep it for the memory of this totally awesome adventure.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">I was relieved when we finally got back and we everyone was still alive, terrified but still alive. I looked in my jacket pocket excited to find that the acorn was still there and hadn’t fell out of my pocket. When we got off I saw that little girl was still sleeping after everything that just happened. My sister seemed to be in heaven when we got in the store but she refused that she would let us both be soaking wet when we get in the car, she wanted to buy all new cloths in the store but she had no more money left and that’s when she made us both just sit in the store and wait to get a little dry. We were in there for about 15 minutes and the only thing that kept me from being extremely bored was that there was two teenagers walking next to the highway getting soaked in their swimsuits by getting splashed by a big wave of water when a car came by very fast. I have to say that was hilarious because they here not happy at all. Finally my sister came to her senses that we were not going to get dry anytime soon and we just left. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Believe it or not but I still have that acorn that scrapped my leg. My sister and I will never forget that trip. My fear of ducks are now long gone but now I always check the weather before we decide to go on a duck.<o:p></o:p></span></div>Tara-JaneVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17305753332473189877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047520415863215500.post-25622693861975965042012-05-31T15:52:00.000-07:002012-05-31T15:52:57.773-07:00Favorite Place For A Vacation<b><i>Authors Note: </i>I always wanted to go to a place with horses.so Texas seamed like the place for it.</b><br />
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<b>Texas, the place that can have 10 tornadoes in the same day or week. This is one place that is pretty dangerous to go but I would think that there would be wild horses. That is the kind of vacation I want because I've been going to the Wisconsin Dells for all of my life but nowhere else. </b><b>I want to stand on a high hill and see wild horses running, that was my dream sense the beginning. </b><b>Please tell me if you know a good place to stay or if you know how to win the lottery. </b><b>Each answer is good enough but I think the lottery one is best.</b>Tara-JaneVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17305753332473189877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047520415863215500.post-26528157901655195772012-05-17T16:02:00.000-07:002012-05-17T16:02:38.134-07:00Having Two Big Sisters<span id="internal-source-marker_0.6954200187962893" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> Authors Note: For most people who have sisters they usually have interesting stories but mine is very weird. </span><br />
<span id="internal-source-marker_0.6954200187962893" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
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<span id="internal-source-marker_0.6954200187962893" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Just to let you know my sisters are very nice for starters. I believe they are both 26 but I’m not sure because one of my sisters Jennifer lives with her boyfriend and her three daughters. My sister that lives with me is finally getting married July 29th to this great guy who is sadly in a wheelchair. At first I was thinking she was nuts but he really turned out to be a awesome future step brother. There’s not much I can tell you about Jennifer except that I haven't seen her for about three years now. Now I don’t have exactly a what you would say a whole sister because Liz the one who is getting married, well we have the same mom but not the same dad. Jennifer and I have the dad but not the same mom. It’s weird isn’t it, but soon I will have the house all to my mom and myself.</span>Tara-JaneVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17305753332473189877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047520415863215500.post-57840667759067418952012-05-16T07:53:00.002-07:002012-05-17T15:58:43.449-07:00Semantic Devices<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves/> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:DoNotPromoteQF/> <w:LidThemeOther>EN-US</w:LidThemeOther> <w:LidThemeAsian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:LidThemeComplexScript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:SplitPgBreakAndParaMark/> <w:DontVertAlignCellWithSp/> <w:DontBreakConstrainedForcedTables/> <w:DontVertAlignInTxbx/> <w:Word11KerningPairs/> <w:CachedColBalance/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> <m:mathPr> <m:mathFont m:val="Cambria Math"/> <m:brkBin m:val="before"/> <m:brkBinSub m:val="--"/> <m:smallFrac m:val="off"/> <m:dispDef/> <m:lMargin m:val="0"/> <m:rMargin m:val="0"/> <m:defJc m:val="centerGroup"/> <m:wrapIndent m:val="1440"/> <m:intLim m:val="subSup"/> <m:naryLim m:val="undOvr"/> </m:mathPr></w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" DefUnhideWhenUsed="true"
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><u>Simile:</u></div><div class="MsoNormal">"When Lee Mellon finished the apple he smacked his lips together like a pair of cymbals."</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><u>Personification:</u></div><div class="MsoNormal">The wind stood up and gave a shout.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><u>Hyperbole:</u></div><div class="MsoNormal">They ran like greased lightning</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><u>Puns:</u></div><div class="MsoNormal">A gossip is someone with a great sense of rumor.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Lucida Sans Unicode"; font-size: 27pt;"></span></div>Tara-JaneVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17305753332473189877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047520415863215500.post-41298249200441508232012-05-16T07:23:00.002-07:002012-05-17T12:27:09.203-07:00Flubber<b>Authors Note: Flubber seems like a cats or a dogs name to me. Well mostly cat.</b><br />
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<span id="internal-source-marker_0.30915365272093376" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Flubber would be the best name for a real big and chubby cat. Just imagine it. “Come here Flubber”. It would be hilarious to call your cat flubber. Maybe when one of my cats die I can get a new little kitty and call it Flubber. I think that it would have to be a black cat because I would think Flubber would fit better with something black and squishy, not something thats black and white or yellow.</span>Tara-JaneVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17305753332473189877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047520415863215500.post-76283075123412273782012-05-15T07:26:00.001-07:002012-05-17T12:28:34.935-07:00Fench Toast<span id="internal-source-marker_0.0877206803463374" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> Authors Note: For this topic I chose to write about how I don't like or understand french toast.</span><br />
<span id="internal-source-marker_0.0877206803463374" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
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<span id="internal-source-marker_0.30915365272093376" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Well where to start off. That's the tricky part finding out what to write about for french toast. For one thing I don’t think I like french toast even though I’ve never tasted it. Maybe one day I will go to France and go to the best restaurant that has the best french toast. Of course if the restaurant costs a ton of money then I’ll just have to settle in for what we have here. If any of you good people know a place not too far away or too expensive, please let me know as soon as possible because now I want some french toast or any toast really.</span>Tara-JaneVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17305753332473189877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047520415863215500.post-70495994692483959742012-05-14T07:21:00.000-07:002012-05-14T07:21:00.636-07:00Dream Pet<span id="internal-source-marker_0.6231835937390362" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">My dream pet is like any other dream pet that most three to ten year-old girls would love to have which is a horse. I’ve always wanted a horse ever since I saw the movie “Black Beauty”. So if I could have a horse I would want a black Mustang that I broke myself. A lady told me that mustangs really bond with their owners.</span>Tara-JaneVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17305753332473189877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047520415863215500.post-53063610403262040682012-05-11T07:31:00.000-07:002012-05-11T07:31:36.529-07:00High Heels<div dir="ltr" id="internal-source-marker_0.02786480486663423" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline;">High Heels</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline;"></span></div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">One time I was a pair of high heels and I really disliked my owner who is a top secret spy and she used high heels for weapons. Even if my heel didn’t hit the target the force from my owner throwing me knocked the bad guys out. If I hit the head of course. It’s like a three year-old throwing me around or is trying to break my heel. It feels like I’m not important at all. When my owner isn’t throwing me around she is wearing me with unnatural non matching clothes which is disgusting.</span>Tara-JaneVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17305753332473189877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047520415863215500.post-78516160886850970632012-05-10T07:32:00.002-07:002012-05-10T07:32:28.787-07:00All About Me<span id="internal-source-marker_0.3063765588951388" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Why
hello there, my name is Tara-Jane Hattie Vanderboom and here is a
little bit of information about myself. First thing that is really
exciting is that I just got my ears pierced last Saturday morning and it
didn’t hurt at all</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">! </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">My
big sister Elizabeth is getting married July 29th and her fiance is a
guy who is in a wheelchair which is sad but he is the nicest guy and I
will finally have a brother. By the way I am the type of girl who </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">LOVES</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> video games. My absolute favorite is ME 1, 2, and 3. Please don’t think i’m weird or lazy just because I </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">LOVE </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">video games cuz I still love makeup and dress. Well, not exactly but still I do a little bit. Some pets I have are a bird </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Nemo</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">, some unnamed fish, a dog </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Thunder</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">, two cats </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Kitty</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> and </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Boom</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">. a turtle </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Max</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">, and a garden snake </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">kruser</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">. Oh, and I used to have a dog, </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Keyna</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">, who was the best dog ever. I will always miss her:(</span>Tara-JaneVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17305753332473189877noreply@blogger.com0