6b homework!

Mr. G: Final draft on pay it back poem for parent or whoever you want to thank. Due Thurs.

Summer 9:00 am (First Draft)

Hey guys I just want some feedback on this poemi'm writting for my nanny.

At 9:07 you call my name
Because you know I’ll want pancakes
For an early morning start
Even though I’m still in bed

At 9:32 you’ve taken out the trash
Fed Freddy put in a load of laundry
And I’m still in bed
To tired to get up

By 9:45 you’ve got me out of bed and dressed
So we can have some bonding time
While we make pancakes together
You are always so thoughtful

At 10:26 you’ve gone to the garden
To pick some fruit and veggies
You asked me to help
I say yes immediately and go bring the baskets

Fanny

dear uncle carl

hey guys this is draft 2. please tell me if you like the other one better or this on better.

If i could only bring you that chocolate bar.could that of helped?I never really got to say goodbye. so why did you have to die in the washroom.its not fair.i no everyone has there time but you were not ready yet. I remember seeing you in the mall, seating in your favorite seat.Now when i sit in your seat i don't fell right, i feel empty. so you no what, i wish you were here to celebrate your sister's birthday because she would have loved it. so would have i.


i love you.

poem

hey i was just looking in my bag and i saw that i forgot my poem key tab so if anyone can send it to me it would be great!!

Hey Grade,
This is my second draft of Wandering, I have taken out all the unnecessary bits, tell me which draft you like better! Please give me your comments on the PROS and CONS about the poem and how I can improve it... Thanks!

Wandering
by: Marc L.
Grade: 6A

I scrummage for the food
that fell from her sandwich
This is breakfast measly crumbs
and if I’m lucky scraps from the
a restaurant garbage

Walking alone
in Brooklyn others of my type
Looking as hungry
and tired as me
empty stomachs showing through their faces
Is this how I look

What has become of me
Who am I
My name is Frank but is it
still

I’ve been on this road
a long time
The road that put shaggy
dirty clothes on my body
the road where
hunger concurs

What is my step-father doing
No
why should I care
I am here because of him
Everything he said and did to me drove me
out
I wish I could run home
talk to mom
but I just can’t

People told me he loved
but I think it’s
crap
He would have treated me like his real son

I miss dad
real dad
and I wish I could call him
my minutes are up

I must keep my mind of that
and think about where I’m going
to sleep
what I’m going to eat
and keeping worm

I can’t sleep in that alley
last night a gang gathered nearby
Maybe a bench will do

I scrummage for the food
that fell from her sandwich
This is lunch measly crumbs
and if I’m lucky scraps from the
a restaurant garbage

Waiting
hoping
Craving
for a friend to recognize
me behind this wall that separates
me
from
reality

Looking in garbage cans for bottles
dozens just lying
doing
nothing

Inspecting myself
in a window
I have gotten so skinny
but in a
bad
way

kids
looking so
happy
in their
fur coats
going into shops
daddies buying them everything

I hate all that!
I hate it!
My life was never like that
I was cut off
from being spoiled
given
or loved


I feel like screaming
at the top of my lungs
but I don’t know
if I’m able to
my mouth is so parched
and I’m not sure if I want to
waste what I’ve got

I scrummage for the food
that fell from her sandwich
This is lunch measly crumbs
and if I’m lucky scraps from the
a restaurant garbage

Marc L.

Hey, 

I was just wondering if for the poem we were supposed to actually write the first draft or just make notes.

isabelle

Hey Guys,

What is the homework?

Thanks,
Marc L.

Poem

Hey guys, I forgot seven in the morning at school. If anyone could send it to me, that would be great!
Thank-you

-Janine-

The blue chair

Theres a chair in the
middle of the
room

Whats it doing there? That
I do not
know

I feel like its trying
to say something
important

I think in my head.
But my brain's
empty

Theres a chair in the
middle of the
room

Its blue. It has metal
coloured linings. Its
nice

my feelings for this chair
are big. my friend

Theres a chair in the
middle of the
room

someone comes and sits on
the chair. I die

I feel heart broken. My
eyes drooped in
sadness

Theres a chair in the
middle of the
room

-Janine-

The Sorrow of our Ancestors (FIRST DRAFT)

The sorrow of our ancestors

Through all the

Pain, sorrow, and war

The things they did for us will not be forgotten

If they didn't do what they did we wouldn't be 

Here

We, our generation must help

So that later generations will be free

Like us

We shall do like our ancestors

So there shall be 

Freedom in our world

It takes 2

Hey guys, I'm probably not going to publish the top one, but it was on the top of my head and I wanted to see a bit of how it looked like, then I changed it a bit into stanzas:

It takes 2 to hug
It takes 2 to share
It takes 2 to laugh

It takes 2 to dream
It takes 2 to build
It takes 2 to love
and care for the world

Or...

You need someone to
hug you when
your alone

You need someone to
share a toy when
your alone

It takes 2 to
tickle and make the
other laugh

You need someone to
dream with when
your alone

You need 2 to
build something with
some one else

It takes 2 people
to love each other when
their alone

-Janine-

My Room


my room
mine mine mine
its all mine


my room
i wake up to it
i sleep in it
it all mine


nothing
nothing can tack in
away

my room
my hope
my dicier
my place were dreams
can come true

my room
its absolutely spotless
in my own way
my organized closet
my clean floor


my room
sometimes i wish i
didn't have clean it
some say if you want it to
get filled withe clothes on the floor that's your decision

my room
my hell
my endless purple

my room
my darkness
my unthinkable
dreams

my room
my everything


Alex

A musical note-draft 2

Hey guys, I added a few stanzas at the end. But Im not sure if they are so good... Please leave a comment!!!




Already walking into the
music room I can
hear it

its music, I look
at the blackboard, I
see it

Music notes, I saw
the teacher, I
could hear

Her voice, I see
her fingers moving
on something

the piano, I see
her having a
good day

I walk out, I
can not hear
a thing

Im mute, all the
joy is in
that room

I try to go
back in but
I cant
once you come out,
you have to
start again

-Janine-

Parted With a Friend (Draft 1)

Thanks to all who commented on my last entry, please do the same with this one!
Looking forward to hearing what you all have to say,
Marc L.


words
echo
in my head
as I walk
out of the hallway
in reality

"Injured
Rest
Healing"

three words that I
suspect would be
floating
around my body
for the next year

why me
what did
I do
to deserve this

that Doctor
just took my
identity
away

what am i going
to do
what is my
purpose
now

my team
my soulmates
sharing a
passion that
bound
us together

now that
love
has been
shattered

not only me
but the people
surround me
effected
by this
frustration

a family
tradition
broken

eyes staring at me
in
dismay

searing
agony
hits my body with a
hell-like
pressure
I want to scream

one year
that is too long
for me to be
parted from a
friend

people say things
happen for a
reason

but how can I
beleive that
when all I can think about
are those

studded
shoes

hanging in my room


Thanks,
Marc L.

Hardcover book binding

Hi everyone,

I met with the "book binding lady", and we will be creating your hardcover books during the first two weeks of January. This is a very exciting and unique opportunity to create a keepsake that you and your families will cherish for a long time. I'd recommend spending the next few weeks polishing up the work that you'd like bound (fractured fairy tales, your poems, or any other writing that you're especially proud of).

Happy Hanukkah to you and your families.

-Mr. G.

Message for Yoad

Hi Yoad,

I've temporarily removed your poem because I wanted to discuss a couple things with you just to make sure that I understood your intention and the meaning of the poem. Let's talk on Monday. I'm not sure what happened to the original story post; but I'm glad you reposted it.

Keep writing!

-Mr. G.

The Lining of Heaven and Hell

Mr.G i posted it again becuase its not there any more I

checked the whole site.

Exen

Dawn. A sliver of the moon is still shining. The sun is rising. A hairline of hell’s gate is still open. A red day. Blood has been spilt by the devil himself. Hell’s gate finally closes. The blue sky is slowly reappearing. All is quiet. The trees are being blown, leaves flying in the air. Autumn, 1431, October 22nd, the day no one can forget, the day Sarx was born. I’m from Elizix and have moved to Hitrae, the nicest city in Exrek or how you people say universe. My name is Exen. I am a warrior of my own kind, protecting the human race. We fight all: apes, tigers, demons, the undead, and most of all we are at constant war with the minions of Sarx and Zerk, the greatest demons that are known to the universe. Yet we are trying now to kill Zerk and Sarx, but we cannot locate them though we did find Zerk’s lair. The demons are too strong and we had to flee the Onyx Sanctuary. I am now living my life in Sondo, a once happy city, but not since Zerk’s minions have come here. We cannot be very happy any more and I don’t think we’ll ever see happiness in Sondo again, not until the human race kills Zerk and Sarx. And we are never in harmony with the tigers or apes anymore. Yet that may be the only way we can ever defeat Zerk and Sarx. “I hope that Sarx will die soon brother” said Kniscare. “Me too, Kniscare,” said I.

“All ready, and hut!” screamed the soldier. Forward everyone. Forward to the gate block all. Kill all and don’t trust to anyone but yourself, me, the king Donorasek and his family including Exen’s family.” I watched all the men go to the gate with spears, swords and all manner of weapons. Kniscare stood next to me asking all these kinds of questions that I didn’t know the answer to. Now the soldiers stood in silence at the wall, clashing weapons against their shields. My brother and I knew what was at stake; we knew that we were at war, a great war, the greatest war that was ever known to all races. We have to have the help of all races to defeat the undead, and the minions of Sarx and Zerk. We need help right now or we, the human race will cease to exist. There will never be a trace of human kind ever again in Ezrek. All the cities will die, and burn in hell.

Sarx and Z erk.

“Why is the human race attacking us when they have no chance!” said Zerk. “Why! Why!! Why!!!”“Maybe because they have hope your royal lowness”. Said one of the minions of the Onyx Sanctuary and the Deathstone.“Are you trying to make a joke because it’s not funny” said Zerk. “No your royal highness. “You’re lucky Sarx is my brother and he shows loyalty to you or else I’d have your head on my shelf.” said Zerk. “Yes sir” said the demon.Well, get on with your doings demon and get ready for a great war to destroy the human race and the crust of the planet Exdono. “Yes, your majesty. “And bring my dammed orb. I must talk with my brother, Sarx” said Zerk. After the minion got back with the orb, Zerk snatched it out of his hands and looked in the orb carefully. Then suddenly Sarx’ face appeared in the globe and they spoke in the ancient language. Then Zerk said, “Irumri aska tu reays dono ka.And Sarx replied, “Areyas to kunda so to mara ke so no tareka.”“Do raske?”“Du ka mareska donos rakeno tu so y arak domo rakeshyia.Notang usray do masked do ke mare so no taande.

If you want the translation for the ancient language ask me.

Homework 6A

Secret poem draft #1 due Monday.

BRING COMICS FOR FREAD!!

dear uncle carl

hey guys this is just a draft. please tell me if its good or not. or tell me what i need to change or add. thanks


Dear, uncle Carl

I miss you. I don’t see you anymore at the mall. All I see is an empty chair. What happened? How come every time I sit in your seat I don’t feel write? Tell me why you died on the toilet that night? Why couldn't’ you wait till we came to give you that chocolate bar? You missed you’re sisters birthday. She would have loved for you to be there. So would i.


I love you.

6B homework!

Morah Mirit: Read chap 4 on internet and write on a piece of paper, what is the order the events happen on pasuk 10 and 17.
Due Dec. 13!

Mr. G: Exploring multiples side 1. Due Dec. 10; except for Jeremy, who has to do it for tomorrow, because he is going away on Momday!

Mel's poem reminded me of another...

We've been discussing putting ourselves in other people's shoes lately. Often, we spend too much time waiting for our turn to speak, or pre-judging people based on appearances or first impressions or half-truths or rumours. I hope that our rich classroom discussions have helped you start to realize that each member of our grade six family has many important and meaningful things to express.

-Mr. G.

I Stopped Listening Today

Stopped listening today
In her eyes I heard a plea
In his smile, curiousity
In his stance, a longing for more
In her tremble a need to be secure
I Stopped listening today

Stopped talking today
In her hand I felt an open heart
In their stares insecurity
In their looks I felt loved
In her cry I felt gratitude
I stopped talking today

Stopped judging today
In their begging and dreary state I felt kinship
In my smile they returned understanding
In our short time together we felt not alone
I stopped judging today

Six Million Scars draft 5

Into the Heart
Between fields and seas
Hard to imagine
What happened here


Men blessed by heaven
With stories untold
Unable to distinguish
Between the chapters of pain


They lived with
The scars they carried
Despite
The Men with Guns

6A homewrok

Brain storm in your head about secret poem.

BRING COMIC BOOKS THAT OTHER KIDS CAN ENJOY.

Thanks

Hey guys,
I just wanted to thank everybody for helping with the title it's perfect.

. .
U

A musical note-first draft

Hey everybody!!! I wrote this poem today and its my first draft, if you guys can comment on it it would be great!!! Thanks alot. And Im going to change the end but I need comments to do it!


Already walking into the
music room I can
hear it

its music, I look
at the blackboard, I
see it

Music notes, I saw
the teacher, I
could hear

Her voice, I see
her fingers moving
on something

the piano, I see
her having a
good day

-Janine

final

This is my fourth draft and probaly last guys. So if you have any ideas of
what I need to improve I'm open for suggestions till next Wednesday.

Thanks,
Kalv

6 Million Scars

Into the heart
Between seas and fields
It’s hard to imagine what happened
Here


There are men blessed by heaven
With a story
Who sometimes are unable to distinguish
Many years of pain
With the Scars they carry

They lived
Despite
The Men with
Guns

A Dark Place

you're in this place
its a dark place
you look at all the other people all you see is black

I'm in this place
its a dark place
I look at all the other people all I see is black

But this time
its like time is going backwards
you look at all the other people all you see is black
its a dark place
that we are all in.


Melody

6B homework!

Lee: Do aquatic biomes and created creature for Dec. 10.

Rabbi Burger: Write a paragraph on "if someone came up to you and told to kill someone and he would give you the cure to cancer, what would you do?". Due Dec. 13.

Mr. G: "India" proofreading sheet. Due tomorrow.

Morah Mirit: Read chapter 4 on Samuel on internet and answer the 3 questions for tomorrow.

Homework 6A

Japan proofreading
BRING COMICS FOR FREAD

6B homework!

Lee: Math double sided sheet on too many facts and to few facts. Due Dec 10

Stages of life

Hi everyone, please comment on this poem because it means alot to me and I worked hard on it.

Your stages of life are
your symbols of life
and your only
memories too

Babies, for the truth their
useless, all they do is
cry, poo and drink
their bottles

But remember, you were
useless at some point too

Toddlers, they bring joy to
people learning how to
walk, talk an eat
proper food

But remember you were learning
how to walk, talk and eat too

Kids, they have their own
imagination and they
start their years
of school

But remember, you once and still
have an imagination of your own

Teenagers, theyre in high school and
they start having much
more homework
from school

But remember, you once
got alot of homework

Adults, getting married and findings
carriers, the point where
you find the purpose
of life

But remember, you once
found the purpose of life too

Grandparents, they have grandchildren and
give presents to them
and the have kids that
love them

Your stages of life are
your symbols of life
and your only

-Janine
memories too

good week

Hey guys,
I hope everyone has a fantastic week!

tell me

So guys,
please tell me witch one you like better. Even though I havn't posted draft two.

Holocaust Poem draft three

Into the heart

Between seas and fields

I'ts hard to imagine what happend

Hear

But their are Men blessed by heaven

With a story

Who sometimes are unable to distinguish

Many years of pain

With the scars they may carry

May they protect you

Despite

The men with

Guns

Thanks

Thanks Sharon!
By the way... has our class(6A) already finished Pay It Forward?

Thanks,
Marc L.

homework

hi marc i dont know what your homework is but 6B's is

1. response for pay it forward (mon)

2. aquatic for mr. lee is for (tues)

Please!

Hey Guys,
PLEASE tell me the homework for the weekend ....ANYONE!

Thanks so much!
Marc L.

snow

hey everyone!
i was do you guys think there will be school tommorow?
please answer

comments

Hey guys,

The poem I posted last night isn't published work yet. So if you have any constructive critism for me please send your comments.

Thanks guys

Marc k

Holocaust Poem

Into the heart

Between seas and fields

A man blessed by heaven

With a story

Sometimes you're unable to distinguish

Many years of pain

Even though you carry a number of scars

May they protect you

Despite

The men with

Guns

Homework?

Hi guys. could anyone please tell me the homework by Dec 1st?

Thanks Fanny

6B homework!

Morah Mirit: Do pages 63-64 for Dec. 6 or Dec.7 if you haven't alreay done so

Poetry contest note from Bogey

Hey Nobo,

I've removed your message about the poetry contest for now until I do some research on it. Unfortunately, with every legitimate contest out there, there are probably just as many, if not more that are scams. I'll explain more about this in class.

Here's a trusted site that I think you'll find very helpful:

http://www.pandorascollective.com/sdrfestival.html

Check out the past winners in the children's category for some inspiration.

Your enthusiasm is contagious!

-Mr. G.

Mystery story

It all began in Las Vegas, Nevada. The year was 1972 and a 23 year old private detective named Jack Johnson was lounging with his brother in his condo. His brother was a good looking arrogant narcissus, most of the male gender hated and was extremely jealous of him it was the opposite for women, his name was John Johnson he was a major high roller among other things, let’s just say John is one of the reasons Las Vegas is called sin city.

Jack was built tall and tough when he wanted information he got it. All crooks were scared of him because he was known for shutting down them and their business which would range from selling drugs to selling illegal videos. He himself hated his brother but would never call the cops up to arrest him. There was only one conversation Jack had with his brother and that was about John.

One day John Johnson was murdered. Jack was called up immediately by one of John’s colleges. Jack made an appointment with John’s buddy. John’s buddy was like John except for the fact that he wasn’t as wealthy, his name was Lee Bing. Mr. Bing was offering Jack 40 grand if he could crack the case, the only problem was Mr. Bing’s money was hot so he only gave Jack one week. “Mr. Bing we need to go back to the basics, what we need to know is what John was doing, what weapon the killer used, what time it was, real proof of the crime in action or someone planning the murder and finally who did it.” Said Jack Johnson in his rough voice. “I’ll start the hunt in downtown.” Declared Jack

Jack went to downtown in his leather coat and hat he started looking for the right people to ask. He went up to two young men and asked in his street talk “Yo homey give me some info on dat murder of yo home boy John.” “yo man we don’t chill wit no cops.” “Is that so?” “Ya lets beat it man.” The two guys started going away when Jack pulled out a double barrel shotgun and a grapple gun. He shot one guy with the grapple gun and the other with the shotgun they both blew right through the person it was aimed at. The guy who got shot by the shotgun looked at the chunk blown out of him and the blood pouring out of his stomach and slowly and painfully died. The other guy’s lung flew out of him but he stayed alive, Jack grappled him in and whispered in his ear “who was it.” The young man died before he could answer “good thing I wore gloves.” Uttered Jack.

this is all i have so far please give feedback

Wandering

Hey Grade,
This poem has NOT been made into published material, please give me your comments on the PROS and CONS about the poem and how I can improve it... Thanks!

Wandering
by: Marc L.
Grade: 6A

I scrummage for the food
that fell out of her sandwich
This is my usual breakfast a few measly crumbs
and if I’m lucky some leftover scraps from the
bottom
of a restaurant garbage

Walking all alone
in Brooklyn seeing many others of my type
Looking as hungry
and tired as me
cold empty stomachs showing through their faces
Is this how I really look

What has become of me
Who am I
My name is Frank but is it that
now

I’ve been traveling on this road
for a long time
So long I have lost track
The road that put shaggy
dirty clothes on my body
a road where
hunger concurs everything

What is my step-father thinking right know
No
why should I care
I am here because of him
Everything he said and did to me drove me
out
I wish I could just run home
and talk to mom again
but I can’t stand going to his house

People told me he loved me deep down
but I think it’s
crap
He would have treated me like his real son
not his step-son

I miss dad
real dad
He is in Canada
and I wish I could call him
but my minutes are up

I must keep my mind of that topic
and think about where I’m going
to sleep
what I’m going to eat
and keeping worm

I can’t keep on sleeping in that back alley
cause last night I saw a gang gather nearby with
guns!
Maybe under a bench in Central Park
will do

I scrummage for the food
that fell out of her sandwich
This is my usual lunch a few measly crumbs
and if I’m lucky some leftover scraps from the
bottom
of a restaurant garbage

Waiting
hoping
Craving
for a friend to recognize
me behind this wall that separates
me
from
reality

Looking in garbage cans for thrown away bottles
there are dozens just lying
not doing anything

Inspecting myself
in a shop window
I have gotten so skinny
but not in a good way

All those kids
looking so happy
in their big fur coats
going into huge toy shops
and having their daddies buy them everything

I hate all that!
I hate it!
I hate it!
I hate it!
My life was never like that
and never will be
I was cut off
from being spoiled
given
or loved
when I was younger

I feel like screaming
at the top of my lungs
but I don’t know
if I’m able to
my mouth is so parched
and I’m not sure if I want to
waste what I’ve got left

I scrummage for the food
that fell out of her sandwich
This is my usual dinner a few measly crumbs
and if I’m lucky some leftover scraps from the
bottom
of a restaurant garbage

Marc L.

6B homework!

Do a response on the movie "Pay it Forward". Due Dec. 3

No need to bring unforms for PJ day

Hi Gang,

No need to bring your uniforms for PJ day after all.

Please spread the word.

Mr. G.

hebrew help

hey guys im really stuck on this hebrew test if anyone has some notes they can share that would be amazing thank you so much


-mikaela

PJ Day

Hi Gang,

Please also bring your regular uniform for our field trip to the Jewish Book Festival at the JCC.

Thanks,

Mr. G.

If This is a Man

You who live safe
In your warm houses,
You who find, returning in the evening,
Hot food and friendly faces:
Consider if this is a man
Who works in the mud
Who does not know peace
Who fights for a scrap of bread
Who dies because of a yes or a no
Consider if this is a woman,
Without hair and without a name
With no more strength to remember,
Her eyes empty and her womb cold
Like a frog in winter.
Meditate that this came about:
I command these words to you.
Carve them in your hearts
At home, in the street
Going to bed, rising;
Repeat them to your children,
Or may your house fall apart,
May illness impede you,
May your children turn their faces from you.


By: Primo Levi

adam and eli show 3 with guest star nobo

Karma

We never think before we speak
So come inside to take a peek
To see the things we need to fix
And then eventually it clicks

You realize what you have done
And trust me, it sure isn’t fun
To get spoken to that way
And I am here to tell you today
“Please, do cut people some slack
Or karma is sure to bite you back!”

Mr. G,

why weren't you at school today? Please answer my post.

6B homework!

Lee: double sided science sheet due Dec. 4
Lee: crated creature in another biome and aquatic biome on double paged sheet both due on Dec. 10

Hebrew Homework

HEBREW HOMEWORK: AT LEAST ONE PAGE: YOU CHOOSE (1) THE POWER OF A RUMOR OR (2) DON'T BELEIVE EVERYTHING YOU HEAR/READ. DUE TUESDAY

Jed,

for homework for Mr. Lee, you have to put created creature in a desert and river/stream.
you must list at least 3 ways of how your creature adapts to the new enviroment; be it changing it's apperance or changing it's diet.

Sincerly, Harry

PS, it's due on Dec. 4!

Homework 6B

Math: rounding sheet for math for Mr G due tomorrow

Message to Arieh and Marc from poet David Greenberg

Thank you for sending the responses from those two students. Wow. They are mature thinkers and the quality of their writing was excellent. I'm impressed. And thank you for the photos.

It was a joy and an honor to visit your school.

With best wishes!
David

A Friend That's Gone

Where are you friend
With our time to spend
Its time to bond
But you don’t respond

It isn’t fair
That you’re up there
And I’m down here
Trying not to stare

Thinking about you
It was just us two
I know your there
Thinking it’s unfair

I can see you there
With you brown curly hair
Staring right at me
Trying to plea

As life moves on
We get closer and closer
And days go bye
But it just gets grosser and grosser

Where are you friend
With our time to spend
It’s time to bond
But you don’t respond

-noah-

Homework 6B

Lee math: estimation worksheet. estimate. NO calculator!

Your 6th sense

We all know we
only have 5
senses

Smelling, hearing, tasting, touching,
seeing. But your
wrong

Ill explain to you
why theres 6
senses

We can hear the
racket our brothers
make

We can see the waves crashing
against the sandy
shore

We can smell the
freshly baked fudge
brownies


We can taste the
sourness of a
lemon


We can touch the
scales of a
fish

Last one, your only
friend in the
dark

Your imagination. Your best
friend when your
alone

-Janine-

My response on David Greenberg’s presentation

When Mr. G told us that we would hear a writer talk to us I was actually quite happy, because I enjoy listening to writers give little pointers to aspiring authors like myself. I think that anyone at the assembly who was paying attention could have taken a lot out of David’s presentation, because he did it in easy kid language and he made sense. I think his poems are amazing in two ways, one he used great rhyming words but still maintained the flow that he wanted and two he cared about what he wrote.

I understand when he said it took him one month to write his poems because I know from experience that everything doesn’t just come to you at once and even if it does you can always make what your thinking more interesting on paper. Anyways when I write my short stories it also takes me one too two months to write it because it takes sometimes even over four copies to get one amazing piece of literature.

My favorite thing David said was the three components of writing because I really agree with them. I also never really think of what’s happening in my own family and when David mentioned it and gave examples, I thought of all the crazy things that have happened to me and my friends and how those crazy amazing things would make a great poem. David writes great poems/short stories hopefully I will too some day, but even right now I notice when I read back at what I write that my writing skills are maturing just like me and the world around us. Most of the things that David said I agreed with and it sparked apart of my brain that holds my writing.

For me writing solves all my problems good and bad. When I’m angry I write in a darker tone usually thinking of black, when I’m happy I write jumpy little poems with bright colors, when I’m sad I write about sad things like wars with the color grey in mind. Literature is everywhere you just have to look for it.

Arieh Leon Dales 6A

My Response on David Greenberg

When you hear you are going to go listen to author for an hour three things come to your mind. 1) BORING! 2) What am I going to do? 3) He probably this old guy who has no way of interacting with the crowd or knows nothing about kids!

Well in this case I thought all those things when Mr. G. told us we were going to see an author. I had already pre-Judged this man to be number three( old guy who has no way of interacting with the crowd or knows nothing about kids! ) was totally wrong!

Mr. Greenberg was the funniest guy I had seen in a long time! Not only did he make me laugh, but he actually taught me some things about being an author myself.

He taught me that you know you are a writer, once you can really care about your own writing. Now when he said this I thought to myself, “Wow, I must be a writer already.” Then once I thought about it for a few minutes, I really understood what Greenberg was trying to say. I think he was trying to teach us that you have to respect your writing and know when to stop writing and when to keep on going. He was trying to put through a message that told us not to just leave your note book in your locker or in your backpack, take it with you in your arms, don’t let the pages get crumpled, treat your writing like you would like someone to treat you!

I know it sounds silly but it true. Who knows how many pages of brilliant writing have gone into the garbage by mistake, crumpled up, ripped, or even simply blown away.

I felt David Greenberg was a creative, funny, Jewish, and a really inspiring man. I think we can all learn something from Mr. Greenberg.

Marc L.

The T.V.

The T.V.


What would life be without this device?
A dark hole, a disaster not once but twice!

You flick through the channels with smoothness and ease
without knowing how many takes happen to get the perfect sneeze!

Car commercials to T.L.C.
Lights camera action 1, 2, 3

Glaring at the glowing screen
watching that mesmerizing scene

you grunt and try to find the comfy spot on the couch
the you sit up and sulk into a typical American slouch

Oh no! Your brother has stolen the remote!
In the mean time you make a devious plan to strangle his throat

you hear mom yell beastly “ Dinner time”
then you scream back “one sec mom I gotta watch him get covered in slime”

what an amazing thing the T.V. is
it even shows you what’s up in Show Biz

You hear the old man say “ To much tv and your eyes will turn square”
and you say back “ Do you really think I care?”


What would life be without this device?
A dark hole, a disaster not once but twice!

By: Marc Levin

hi everyone are we supposed to write a response on David Greenberg due Monday or are we writing it in class?

-Shakaed

Help with 6A assignment

Hi Gang,

I want you to think back to David Greenberg's presentation and reflect on the parts that were important to you. What did he say that applies to your writing? What did you find interesting about his presentation? What can you use in your own poems? What surprised/interested you?

Looking forward to a good discussion on Monday.

PS I'm really enjoying reading your poems. Adam's poem on soccer and Mikaela's poem are very different, yet capture emotions wonderfully. Make sure you check them out, and tell them what you thought.

-Mr. G.

Mikaela's poem

Mikaela,

Your poem is a beautiful tribute. You've chosen such powerful words to express very strong emotions, and maintained such a nice sense of cadence and rhyme. This really is a moving piece.

-Mr. G.

The Game Is On My Line

the spinning blur of black and white
come to me
just a foot away
I know what to do
I take a step in the freezing rain
and soar into the air
I'm like a bird gracefully flying
I'm getting closer
i can almost touch the blur
i fall hard to the ground but
the blur breaks the the fall
i get up and kick the blur which is now a ball
and then soaring in the air it turns into
a spinning blur of black and white

Mikaela,

I only remember 1 and I think its this one,
to care for your writing

sorry I don't remember either

-Janine

david greenberg

hey guys what are the three steps david greenberg tought us thanks



-mikaela

Good Job!

Wow!
That was a really deep poem and it made a good sensory image.
I thought it was really nicely written.

-janine

Sorry,
I made a grammer mistake on my last entry, so the first sentance might not make sense :(

Marc L.

Wow!

Mac,

Wow! What a deep peom! I was think it is one of the best poems on our blog!

I love those types of poems!


Marc L.

love and death

Loved

to be in love

to care for someone

like they were a white dove.

To not be judged

by what he or she does

to care for someone just because.

But when someone dies

your love doesn't go away

it stays with you

for every next day.

It stays in your heart

until you die

passing that love

to the people nearby.

So the next generation

of love and death goes on

with still love in their hearts

for the people that are gone.

-Mikaela

Hebrew Homework

HEBREW HOMEWORK. WORKSHEET, BET 1-4 AND THE WHOLE GIMEL DUE THURSDAY

Humanities Homework

Humanities: 6B: prepare discussion notes for a response to the poem: "Seven in the Morning" for Mon.
Discuss in class

6A: Written response to presentation from author David Greenberg

6B homework!

Get parent to sign fairy tale reply sheet for Monday, Nov. 26

Look at this

Hey grade 6 look what i found on my email account,

Awarded to Vttlitblog

Aquatic Biomes

Hey Grade,

Does anyone know a good site for aquatic biomes? I think they are pretty hard to find, and it would be awsome if we could all share some sites!


Marc L.

Praise for Nini

Hey Janine,

Sweet poem!!!!!! Looking forward to hear more from Janine N. the Poet!


Marc L.

Nini's poem

Hi Nini,

You've chosen a topic that poets have been writing about for generations: inspiration!
You are beginning to develop your voice in your poems, which is a big step for writers. My challenge for you is to use every line and stanza break to your advantage. Some of your chosen words are so powerful that they deserve a line of their own. I'll leave you to choose which ones those are.

As always, thanks for sharing your work!

-Mr. G.

Bereshit/Yanshuf Subscription

Please discuss with your parents about this wonderful magazine in easy Hebrew and let me know by Friday if you are interested. You can see a sample at: http://www.hebrewtoday.com We are going to have a special group discount.

History Homework

For Tuesday Nov. 27th: Read chapter 5 in the book and work on chapter 5 in your workbook.
Ask your parents what is the origin of their ancastors.

Homework in Prophets

For Thursday Nov.22nd: Read Samuel 1 chapter 2 verses 27-36: What is the punishment of Eli's family?
Read Chapter 3 from you internet sites.

Hebrew Homework

Thursday the 22nd a test in Hebrew about the story "Sliha Shebalev"

Hi everyone,

If anyone knows the homework can you please tell me because I forgot.
Thanks,

--Janine

Idea poem

How do
You write a
Poem without an idea?

You cant
Pick up your
Pencil and scribble everywhere

You need
Inspiration to motivate
Yourself to start writing

Look around,
There’s new
Worlds you haven’t yet seen

Picture yourself
On a safari
Bus with other people

Navigate yourself
Into the ocean
With waves and dolphins

I can
Keep helping you
Picture yourself in places

But only
You can decide
What happens next. So

Trust yourself,
Let your eyes
Do all the thinking

-Janine Nifco

6B homework!

Math: metric system sheet for Thurs

6B homework!

1. In-class poetry response every Mon.

2. Pink punctuation sheet (both sides) for either tomorrow or Wed.

Homework

Hi Mikaela,

we have the response to do on Victims,Perpetrators, helpers and bystanders. explain why people choose to be in this position and what the risks were for each one of them.

---Aviva

homework?

hey guys what homework do we have? thenks


-mikaela

LITTLE REDDY By: Marko FM
(Beep) (BEEP) (BEEP) Little red riding in the hood picked up her gun lazily (BANG!) (BEEP) (Beep) (Beep) “Come down for breakfast Little Reddy!” Called her half mom in a sweet voice.
Her real mom was killed in a fire.
“My name’s not Little Reddy! It’s Little Red Riding In The Hood!” shouted LRRITH.
“OK Little Reddy!” answered her mother.
“Ahhh!!! I hate you! You’re not even my real mom!!”
The name little red riding in the hood came from her being from the hood. She was a most wanted killer, a heavily tattooed, pierced person and a rapper.
She came down stairs in about five minuets and gobbled down some pancakes. While looking in the news paper she found an interesting article. “Grannie’s G’s escaped jail!!”Read the headline of the news paper. Little Red Riding In The Hood knew who Grannie's G’s was, so she called her on the phone
“Yo G’s, what’s up? I hear you got out!”
“Yeah I did. Hey! How would you like to come over to meet my mafia talk for half hour, then do a recording session?” She spoke in a very manly like voice.
“That sounds legit,” replied LRRITH
So with that Little Red Riding In The Hood started an escape plan. That night Little Red Riding In The Hood also called LRRITH got both of her totally custom made pistols and shot the end of the clothes line. Grabbing on to it and swung down. When she got to the end of the rope she jumped. She hit the wall with her ribs, and held in a scream. She climbed up then jumped down and made her escape.
When LRRITH landed on the ground, she landed in horse manure. With her face covered in horse manure she went to a bar that was in the middle of the forest she washed up and chugged some booze. After drinking a few beers she called Grannie’s G’s, but she could only leave a message. That message was, “ Hey G’s I’m coming.”
She didn’t know that she had been overheard by WOLF.
WOLF was 5 foot 4 and he thought he was a rap legend, he looked like a normal wolf with black and sliver hair and he was a gangster.
LRRITH walked out of the bar, but not alone. After a few minutes she began feeling that she is being followed. She looked to the left nothing. She looked to her right she saw a fat man trying to hide behind a tree. LRRITH took out her gun and shot the tree beside the fat man. He peaked out and said “Do you have cooties?”
“ No, yo, I don’t have cooties.” She says sighing
“Ok”
He came out and introduced himself with a Childs voice “Hi my names lumby lumby whats your name?” lumby lumby asks curiously.
“LRRITH. How old are you 38- 40? And how much do you weigh?”
“I am nine and I am one pound!!!”
“Right?” She said with confusion.
“Can I come with you?” he begged.
“Yo why do you want to follow me?” she asked with a question mark on her head.
“I want to have an adventure!” he said happily.
“Well……”
“O please! O please! O please! O please! O Please!” he said rapidly.
“OK! JUST STOP DOING THAT!!!!!!!!!!”
“Ok.” Answered Lumby Lumby.
When LRRITH turned her back Lumby Lumby said with an evil voice and an evil smile, “She has no idea! Hahaha!!!!
“Are you coming or not?” She demanded.
“Yes wait up please.”
That same day they got to Grannie’s G’s house. Her house looked like the house from Hansel and Gretel, but the owner was nowhere as sweet as the house. Grannie’s G’s was a ripped mafia leader with a godfather type of face. She always wore black glasses. While LRRITH was introducing Grannie’s G’s to lumby lumby, WOLF was calling the cops. Grannies G’s said, “Yo LRRITH, wanna meet my mafia?”
“Yo sure.”
From out of the door Cinderella, Snow White and The Three Little Pigs came. From the same door the cops came in 15 minutes later. Every one drew their weapons and were rampaging everywhere. While everyone was fighting LRRITH saw a huge diamond she spoke to her self, “take it. Don’t take it. Take it. Don’t take it. Take it. Take it. Take it.”
At the end she viciously took the diamond and ran away with lumby lumby. The fight ended when the cops retreated and the mafia found out what LRRITH did, that she stole the diamond. The WOLF went to the police station and heard “after we kill all of the were going to frame the wolf. While that LRRITH said to lumby lumby “Yo spill it out. I heard you!”
“Heard what?”
“That I have no idea that you are a ….COP!!!!” she retorted.
With that lumby lumby reached for his gun
“nanana” she taunted Lumby Lumby
LRRITH is holing Lumby Lumby’s gun,
“Darn!!!” he spat out
“Have any last words?”
“Yes actually I do. I wish you’d get ten grand when you go to heaven.”
With that LRRITH took a shot at lumby lumby but lumby lumby was to fat and the bullet bounced back. That’s when LRRITH got an idea.
She saw a lake. They were on a cliff. Suddenly she trips him and he swoops down into the water and drowns.
After that LRRITH caught up to WOLF on her way to the bar. He said, “sorry I called the cops on you, yo, want to team up with you to fight the cops?”
“Sure but were not only fighting the cops.”
“Who else.” Asked WOLF.
That’s when LRRITH showed WOLF the diamond.
When they get over to the bar LRRITH said, “it’s quiet too quiet.”
Then out of the shadows of the right the mafia starts shooting at them LRRITH and WOLF took cover. Then on the left the cops came and every one started shooting.
While LRRITH and the WOLF were aggressively fighting with guns the cops on the left the mafia on the right, out of no where, the witch from snow white comes pops out. She said in a snickering voice “Hello my deary. Would you like an apple?”
“Sure thanks.” Replied LRRITH.
LRRITH snatches the apple and thistly took a bite out of it, LRRITH started chocking. WOLF said “Yo witch!! You in the wrong story! That was LRRITH!!!”
“Oh then, sorry deary I thought it was Snow White.”
Snow White said “I’m over here”
“Oh” said the witch
After ten long and pain full minuets of chocking, wheezing and rolling on the floor LRRITH died. The cops started chasing the witch for murder but the witch soon found out that she didn’t have to run that she could just go back to her own story and now the cops run in circles.
WOLF went to jail and his punishment for ten hours a day for the rest of his life was to wear a Barney costume give candies to little wolves and sing, “I love you, you love me.” Lumby lumby loved his ten grand in heaven and LRRITH came back to life from hell for eating the apple again but was reborn in the middle of a telletuby commercial and she killed her self and every one lived happily ever after.

THE END

Social Responsibility

Social responsibility by: Marko FM Stereo typing people is totally wrong it causes hate, wars, suffering ect. It makes people feel like they are total strangers in their own land. That they haven’t lived there for years, decades and more. Like in the holocaust the Jews, Gypsies, handicapped and the African Europeans were convinced that they weren’t good enough for the world.
It is totally discriminating and wrong. But people don’t learn from their mistakes it seems there is a whole new holocaust this time not in Europe, but in Darfur. Many people are being killed because of religion.
I have a personal story of discrimination. My grandfather says that Native Americans are second class and that they aren’t as good as white people while he is half Indian. He doesn’t like to believe the truth and he always fights that his mom was not a Native American. Once he said that he would bring me a picture of her. When he did, he brought a black and white picture. He said “See, she’s white.” My dad told me that she was Native American. My dad tried to find out were his family came from then he asked his god father and he told him that she was Native American. My dad also saw were she grew up in and met his great aunt and she was Native America. When I asked my grandfather how is she white when her sister is Native American he said “But she’s not her sister.” Still to this day my grandfather doesn’t want to accept it. Yet still he tries to show me how great my family was, it’s not the nicest thing to do before saying hello or hi. Instead he says “look my great grandfather was the president of Mexico.” Then I have a huge discussion which I don’t want to have and at the end I just let it go after I tell him that Native Americans are not second class people.
As a consequence of this happening, if I hadn’t talked to my dad I would probably would start disliking Native Americans, and I would start having prejudices towards Native Americans.


THE END

Magee's mind

Hey guys, I'm writing a book and I want your honest opinion
thanx :)

Staring into the sunset out of my window on the last day of summer, wondering what my new school would be like this year, do they have a girls basketball team, will I be popular but what I was most curios of, was if there was bullying at my new school

Jumping with fear, I wake up to a very unpleasant sound, the sound of my noisy alarm clock. I walk over to the light switch and turned on the blinding lights and start to get dressed. ‘Magee, what do you want for breakfast honey!’ mom yelled from downstairs ‘I’ll have oatmeal mom’ I replied back. By the way my mom is the best of all moms, she bakes for me, and she plays with me, and she buy food to keep me healthy, and if you’re wondering about my dad, um, he lives in England with my step-mom because my parents got divorced when I was three.

On my way to the first day of school my mom and I are discussing our expectations of the new school that I’m going to. While we reach the school I kiss my mom goodbye and walked into the building with mixed emotions.

After the anthems the class sat down into their desks and everybody introduced themselves by saying their name, where they are from and what their favorite food is. When it was my turn I started to say ‘My name is Magee Anderso-‘That name sounds like your eighty years old!’ a girl behind me blurted out ‘Quiet Carla or you will be sent out,” Ms. Marks (my teacher) said, trying to ignore the interruption I continued ‘I’m from north Arizona and moved to Vancouver at the end of last summer,’ ‘No wonder you have that annoying accent!’ the girl behind me yelled across the room again ‘I’m warning you Carla,’ Ms. Marks demanded with more of a harsher tone, crossing my fingers not to be interrupted again I carry on ‘And my favorite food is deep fried banana’s ‘Ha! Your name stinks as much as what you eat, loser’ Carla interrupted once more and this time the whole class burst out laughing ‘OUT OF MY CLASSROOM NOW CARLA MARTIN!’ yelled Ms. Marks.

Message to Arieh from Marc L.

Great Poetic piece Arieh! I suggest you put that one in your published book! From you classmate!, Marc L.

Message from Doreen

You cannot "contrive" to write
a poem.
The poem will instantly take notice
and lash back at you.
It will transform itself into a blob
of words that are not worthy
even for your pet chihuahua.

You must write a poem
with a natural thrust of the heart.
Crystalline, translucent words
will pour forth into an arrangement
that was meant to be since the age
of the dinosaurs.

assembly

hey grade 6s you should be so proud of yourselves for doing such a good job in the assembly every time i walk down the hallway a teacher tells me you and your grade
did a fantastic job.