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Idioms-Adrienne

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Idioms

“I’m all ears.”

The spoken meaning of, “I’m all ears!” is that the person who is saying that is listening. It can be used anytime if someone wants you to listen. One situation where the idiom, “I’m all ears” can be used is when someone has a story to tell.
“Hey buddy, can I tell you something?”
“Yea totally! I’m all ears.”
But the literal meaning is different. Literal is what the words mean, not what they are used for. What they mean. Saying “I’m all ears” literally means you’re all ears. You are made of ears. If you talk to an overly literal person, idioms are not a good choice. One situation could be like this:
“Hey, I have something to tell you.”
“Okay, I’m all ears.”
“ You are not all ears. There are none on you.”
“Ugh, you’re so literal.”
So, the moral of this tale is, idioms can only be used with the non literal.

Phantom Tollbooth poem- Adrienne

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Phantom Tollbooth poem

There is nothing to do
What’s the point of this
I wish I was in school
When I get there I wonder why
Too much time on my hands
There is nothing to do
My toys are all boring
Not interested at all
Not even in my new toy car
There is nothing to do
Is there anything here
I am bored
And I am sad
Will something ever happen
There is nothing to do
Wait there is a package
Wonder from who
Addressed to me
Now there’s something to do
Place it all in the right places
drive right through with my car
Where has my house gone
I am on a country road
Now there’s something to do
Which place shall I go on the map
This all seems so queer
But there’s no turning back
Which way shall I steer
But now there’s a lack
There’s now extra time now
Because there’s something to do

Phantom Tollbooth-Adrienne

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Phantom Tollbooth

I’ve had a situation where I’ve gotten a surprise package like how Milo got the tollbooth. I get very surprised and excited, but mostly curious. Like Milo I’m not used to getting packages that I have no idea what they are. Recently when I’ve got packages I get defensive because it’s not any holiday or my birthday. I don’t want my parents to think I’m buying stuff without their permission. These boxes are almost always stuff my parents buy and accidentally shipped to my name.

I connect to Milo when he just stopped thinking about where he was going. Sometimes I have a moment where I slowly drift off and stop thinking. My watchdog in this case would be my friends or family. I get a little bit of a lecture and then everything goes back to how it was. I would probably end up in the Doldrums too if I hadn’t read this book before. I wouldn’t want to be in the Doldrums but its hard to pay attention and think all the time.

If I were to travel to a foreign land alone, I would have some criteria to where I would travel. It really depends on where or what the names of the places are that I might be traveling alone to. If it is a place I have heard of and I know that region isn’t safe, I would say no. But if it was some weird place like the land of expectation or Dictionopolis I would say yes. I might find a new friend there and who doesn’t want to go on an adventure. I would die over a trip to Digitopolis or Dictionopolis.

Adrienne’s Dreams for 2013

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Dreams for 2013

I have a dream that the middle school of PDS will be able to do more group activities. I hope that the older kids and the younger ones can get together and learn. Right now we are so separate and just a little project could change that. As a middle school we could connect to another middle school and do an even bigger project. If that doesn’t work out I can see us doing some more work. Not school work but work to help others. We could plant food in the garden outside our classrooms or maybe just help the lower school with their work.

I hope that all students get a voice in what they learn. It is never fun when the teacher makes up everything that the students do. The students should be able to write a free write piece because it is always nice to get to do what you want to do but still be learning. I want all of the schools to connect to all of the other schools. It would be so cool if we could collaborate with a school somewhere else that is studying the same thing as us. They might have different information that we didn’t know and we might have different information as well.

The Cat Box – Adrienne

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Since Hurricane Sandy is going on, my family had to lock our cats inside for the whole day. My dad must have been thinking about this because he brought up a huge box from down stairs. It had a nice big hole on one side for the cats to get in. Even though it’s big enough for both of the younger cats to go in, only one will go in at a time. The two cats this box is for are Spanky, a grayish brown skinny tabby and Casper, a Siamese tabby. Casper is an absolutely huge cat and Spanky is just a big cat,  but not too big. For almost the whole day Casper has been inside the box just sitting while Spanky sleeps in the TV room. Though every once in awhile Casper will get out and Spanky will go in. Casper then will stick his his paws through a little hole in the box and start waving them around. Either Spanky will completely ignore him and continue playing with a sock that I filled with catnip or he will play along with Casper. Spanky does this by swiping his paws and sticking his head out the door and getting Casper this way. I’m still trying to get them in at the same time.

Tourist Attractions In New York- Adrienne

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Week 3 challenge

 Tourist attractions in New York

One type of tourist attractions in New York are museums. They range from museums about history to museums about plants. Museums are cool but almost everywhere you go there are museums, so these are going to attraction specific to New York. One of these things is the statue of liberty. Another place visitors should go to see is the Empire State Building, another awesome place. But one of my favorite places is Storm King. Storm King is aplace where there are statues and other outdoor art pieces. In the summer, it’s really nice. Another place that is quite nice is Poughkeepsie. It’s a little city and there is a whole day of fun things there. One thing in Poughkeepsie is the Walk Over The Hudson. It’s is a walkway over the Hudson River. There are many more places that are quite attractive to tourists but these are just my favorites.

Here’s a link to Storm King        Picture by Doug Kerr from flickr

My passion- Adrienne

adrienne2012 0 - Blogging Challenge, 6th Grade Writers

I have a lot of passions, but one of my stronger ones is swimming. I started swimming when I was a two year old and have been swimming ever since.

Last year I won a medal in a race and a third place ribbon for a relay and much more. This year since I turned 11, all the qualifying times are harder so I might not get as many prizes. I really have to work on backstroke because that is my slowest stroke, but my fastest stroke is breaststroke and that’s what I earned my prizes for.

I got really sad last year, because I just got moved up to the next group of swimmers and was in the back, but as the time went on I move to the front. This year I am leaning towards getting to the next group alhough I will be in the back again. Now I know that I will get better, so I shouldn’t get upset.

 

 

 

Adrienne’s Beowulf story

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My son and I liked to go and collect our food on the hill near our sea. We were peaceful and happy and we would never hurt a soul. Some days for dinner we would have bread and spiced salmon or maybe crab cakes. One time when Grendel was out collecting wheat from our field, he saw a deer. As a young kid Grendel was quite the scared little boy. So he started yelling mommy and ran back home, but the deer didn’t move as she was used to this stuff. I apologized and went back home. We had quite the life until Hrothgar came. At first we didn’t mind him at all because he wasn’t bothering our food and spices. Grendel and I lived next to him happily for years, but he had to build a hall for his heroes right on top of our garden. I was so annoyed, I wanted to go in there and give them all a piece of my mind. Grendel said they might kill me if I did that, so for the first few days of the hall, Grendel and I had to stay inside so not to be noticed. There’s one thing about humans which I can’t stand, they think that all monsters are evil. That is completely untrue. Us monsters are quite nice, but those nasty humans always have to ruin it for us.  All we ever wanted was a nice quiet life!

After a while of thinking of ways to get the humans away from our land, we thought of eating them. As harsh as that sounds, it’s not really any different then them eating our pet catfishes! So every night Grendel would creep in the hall and take a human or two for us to eat. This went on for quite a while. But one day when I was out searching for some edible plants, I saw Beowulf riding towards the castle. I was so shocked that I didn’t hear footsteps coming to my sea. Just at the last moment I jumped in, I thought they might of seen me. I went into the cave and told Grendel not to go out tonight, of course his young brain wouldn’t listen. I went to bed trying to forget about what saw when I heard screams of terror coming from the hall. I at once knew it was my son doing exactly what I told him not to do. I started to worry, but calmed myself down just in time to smell the sharp smell of blood. But this wasn’t the blood of a human, it was Grendel’s. I rushed to the mouth of the cave and carried my one armed son onto his bed.  I wished that I could of told my husband, but he was away. I did all I could to save Grendel, but all failed. I thought he was looking better, but in the morning I found him dead. I cried and cried until it was hard to breathe, but crying wasn’t going to help me. I went into the castle and killed one of the kings friends before all of their very eyes. I saw the horror and terror, instead of this making me pleased it only made me even sadder, I knew what it was like to lose someone close. I sobbed back to my cave and went to sleep.

The next day as I was going to start my day as if it was a regular day, I saw Beowulf and all his other friends including the king all standing there. Beowulf was covered in beautiful armor and wielded the most handsome sword. I felt a twinge of pain and sorrow and even more fear, but that wasn’t going to stop me from killing the killer of my son. Beowulf came down into my cave where I was waiting. He swung his sword as hard as he could, but it bounced off of me. We struggled, he was hitting me with his sword and I was scratching away at him. We were almost equal to each other, but he saw the sword the giantess gave to my son for a present, Beowulf reached for it and grabbed it. That was the only sword big and strong enough to harm one of us sea monsters. At this point I was terrified I tried to get away but it was too late. with one fell swoop he cut my head right off. I wasn’t dead yet. I asked him why he couldn’t of discussed it with me, but he remained silent and  just hit me with sword until the blade came off. I saw him take my sons head and I  cried, no you dirty beast why do you want to cause such pain. I never wanted starve. And with that my physical body stopped working and was dead. My soul came up with Beowulf and listened to the story he told. It was not right, I cried but no one could hear me or see me. If they could they would kill me again on the spot. I am still trying to find my husband and tell him of this nasty human. Humans are the worse animals and they are worse than rats! I used to have a soft forgiving heart, but all because of Beowulf and Hrothgar, I am cold and mean and unforgiving. I will find away to destroy those two terrible things and all of the human race.

Adrienne’s Book Talk – And Then There Were None by Agatha Christi

adrienne2012 0 - Book Corner, 6th Grade Writers

And Then There Were None is an old English book written in the 1930s by Agatha Christie, but that means nothing. This is a book full of mystery and murder, suspense and suspicion. It’s about ten different people who are all almost complete strangers to each other. They all got an invitation to go to Indian Island. Curiously there are ten little china Indian boys on the dining room table and a nursery rhyme with ten little Indian boys and at end of each rhyme, there is one less. At first all is normal and peaceful, but then the first person dies, Anthony Marston, a young man. The next morning Mrs. Rodgers dies from an over dose of sleeping pills. Each time someone dies, one of the little Indian boys on the dinning room table goes missing. One after the other dies, but that doesn’t explain who the killer is.