Good Bye!!!

Hey everyone!

I just wanted to say that i hope everybody has a great break and hope everybody has fun!
I also wanted to say good bye because i'm off to Palm Springs tomarrow and i have to wake up really early because my flight leaves at 8:00 in the MORNING! AHHHHHH!

Will someone also let me know when the bird beak project is due and give me updates on Homework because i'll be checking the blog everyday>

Thx Bye
*Fanny*

Thank You poem - Sliding down the Slides

Hi everyone this is my thank you poem for my mom. It isn't excactly a "thank you" poem it's more like something that is important to me. Please comment!

Sliding Down the Slides

When I was
1 and a ½
years old

you used to take me to the playground

I
of course
don’t remember these
memories

but from you telling me

I can even
picture
the stuff that we did there
at the playground
in my head

we had so much fun
together

you chasing me
me running away
and laughing

sliding down slides
me
first afraid


but after getting used to them
sliding down all the time
with a smile on my face

in the sandbox
according to me
I “wasn’t allowed” to
get dirty

and if I would
get dirty
I would get out and rub off
every single grain of sand or dirt
that was on my foot


sometimes
I remember
all of these things
that we did
at the park

they always put a smile on my face

just wanted to tell you
that when these things come to my head
I remember

that you were there
at the park
with me

every time

6B homework!

Mr G. (Mrs Hubbard)'s Math: adding and subtracting decimals and frame game. Both are due tomorrow

Thanks and more...

Dear students and parents of grade six,

Thank you for all of the cards, gifts and good-wishes for term one and for our upcoming trip to Israel. Thank you also for an outstanding first term. Your dedication, work and growth is inspirational, and I look forward to continuing our journey together in January.

Over the break:

1. Keep reading and writing
2. Prepare your chosen work for our book binding in January
3. Start thinking about and preparing for the "Kids Write" program (ask Marc Levin if you have any questions about this), and for the JCC speech competition. These are both optional, but very worthy activities that I strongly encourage you to participate in.


Please keep in touch with each other and with me through this Blog. Your words of encouragement on each others' writing has been wonderful.

You can also check out what Mr. Cohen and I are up to through our P2K Blog which I've linked on the right hand side of the page. We will be updating our activities with the students of Alei Givah (our sister school in Israel) on a daily basis, and would love to hear from you.

I'll make sure to place each of your notes in the Western Wall when I get to Jerusalem.

Looking forward to seeing you in 2008!

-Mr. G.

Morning, Agust 8th, 2007 (final draft)

Hey guys this is miy final draft of my thank-you poem so i hope you like it!


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
Too 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 go to the garden
To pick some fruit and veggies
You ask me to help
I say yes immediately and bring the baskets

At 11:00 we’ve picked four baskets of fruits and veggies
I start wrapping them up to go
Down to the fridge for the winter to come
Even though I’m working I’m still glad to be with you

By 11:19 I’ve made some lemonade
For the two of us
I asked you if I could go sell it
But you said Sam and I should sell jam instead

At 11:33 you’ve helped us pack up
And now we’re off
But I want to stay
And help you instead

At 12:00 it’s time for a grilled cheese please with extra cheese
We sit down together and look at each other
Then we burst out in laughter
For no good reason

By 3:30 our hard work is done
And it’s time to have some fun
You start getting mancala while I get some drinks
After we finish setting up
I realize there’s something missing
So I lean over the board
And give you a great big hug
And whisper “thanks”

Thx Fanny (feel free to give advice)

Grandpa...

Hey guys

I put my (secret) poem up so if you have any thing to say about it please comment.
P.S. my grandpa always made me jump for the amount of years old I was.


Grandpa... By Micah Berlow

A Jump for wit
which he had a lot of

A Jump for joy
which he had more of

A Jump for love
which he had the most of

A Jump for the hospitals
which took care of him

A Jump for the man in the moon
that says hello once in a while

A Jump for China
his birth place

A Jump for Vancouver
his death bed

A Jump for books
one of which he wrote

A Jump for the Italian La Scala Opera
which he went to

A Jump for chess
which he played a lot of

A Jump for creatures
great and small

A Jump for tears
which I shed

A Jump for hope
that he is doing well

A Jump for change
from having a grandpa to not

A Jump for a small jade tie clip
from a will

A Jump for angels
which I know he joined

A Jump for death


A Jump for him

Bye Mr. G

Bye Mr. G. You are an awesome teacher. See you after the break.

p.s.:I will pay close attention to your blog while you're in Israel.

6B HOMEWORK

The homework for 6B is: 1. Have all pictures/poems/stories typed up and ready to go for book bindings on January 7th and 14th.

p.s.: Sorry Harry, I was already logged on.

Thank You poem

I am sharing my thank you poem with you. It is an elegy to my Grammy.

Those Friday Afternoons

Those Friday afternoons
After school
Every week
I miss you

I miss the Granville island trips to the market to buy some fresh wild salmon for dinner
I miss the buttery smell of eggies on toast
I miss you

I miss the sweet aroma of when you bake a honey cake for desert
I miss the long seaside walks
I miss you

I remember
That night
That dew on the window type of February night
I saw you in your room

For the last time

I miss the Granville island trips,
And the eggies on toast,
And the sweet aroma of when you bake a honey cake,
And the long seaside walks but
More than anything else

I miss you

-Bram

p.s.: You may not see any line breaks, but there was some. I think it has something to do with the computer.

Pay it Forward Poem Response

Pay it Forward Poem Response


I decided to write my Pay it Forward poem on my Mom. I chose my Mom because as I said in my poem, she always tries her hardest to please me, and to make me happy.

I find this is one of the best qualities a person can have. Doing things for other people even if it means sacrificing your time from your day.

In my poem, I have one vignette. It is a memory from when me and my mom were on tour. It was 12:30 in the morning and we were kept up by the people in the next motel room. My mom phoned up the guy at the front desk, and asked him if we could switch rooms. The reason she told the man, was that her son needed sleep for the next day. I felt special when she said, “My son” rather than I need sleep. She could have stayed up for another few hours but she changed rooms for me. This is another example of why I chose my Mom to do this poem on. She loves me and I love her.

I also write, “You are my guardian angel.” this is a metaphor I use to show what I think about her, and that I compare her to an angel.

In some of my stanza’s I use the words you, and I. When I do, I put each one on a different line to express the poem is about her and from me, also to show the importance of her and I.

I describe her skin as being worm, soft, loving and when my skin touches hers my heart lights up. This is how I really feel. I get a special feeling when I get close to her that I only experience around her. A feeling of comfort and safety.

Later I explain that I love riding with her and car ride with her are fun. If we are in a long car ride I can see that she tries her hardest to make it fun and enjoyable. From games to simply talking.

Near the end of my poem I used a very famous expression to explain why I wrote the poem, “ What goes around, comes around, you have given me my whole life, and now I think it’s my turn to give to you.” It is true. She has always given me clothes, there is always food on the table, and she has always protected me. So this poem was like payback (in a good way). She now deserves to be given. This is my main reason for writing this poem.

I feel honored to be able to give her something for a change.

Thanks,
Marc L.
6A

homework

hey guys whats 6B's homework


thanx sharon

Zaida

Hey guys heres my poem for my granfather(zaida) plz tell me if u like it.

You are always a treat when you come to visit

the smell of your porridge in the morning makes my mouth water

You are always always giving me things like 6 dollars every Sunday

You teach me important life lessons that I'll never forget

You teach me so many words like hygienic and cooper

You educate me with your facsinating stories on the Holocaust

You make sure I'm doing my job of putting away the cutlery

You praise me and make me feel confident

You support me in my passion of playing soccer

You might sometimes thing i take you for granted

But i want you to know that I'll always aprreciate what you've done for me

it just is not for me

hey guys this is my first draft if you can comment that would be great thanks hope you like it


how do they do it
how can this be
writing a poem
just is not for me

as i look at the wall
and stare at the page
all i can think about
is my enoumouse rage

do they look straight ahead
do they get it from a chart
it seems that some people
can write poetry in the dark

but i have come to a conclution
it stings me like a bee
that writing poerty
just is not for me

-mikaela

All Heart

Memories. Memories
that can make you laugh. like when
dad completly gasses Eddie out. Dreams.
Dreams that you want to come true. From it
snowing on my birthday, or getting me that
new video game system that everyone else
has. Actions. Actions that can let you
change the world around you.
Memories, dreams, actions.
But especially care. Care
about everyone you
love. Especially
you own
family
!


Please post comments!

Nomi from Lord Bing,

Nomi,
Thank you so much for all of your comments that were in a poems form.
Heres just a little thanks of a poem that I'm writing to you.
I hope you like it:)

Your an ever growing seed,
what does that mean?
I seem to be stumped
and I maybe a chump
I'm not so assured
It seems to be blurred
I know this seems weird
of me being so cheered
and thanking you for your writing
as I came out from hiding
I am now trying
to keep up with your writing
but your words are so strong
and I always seem to be wrong
I hope you've realized
that I'm just trying to rise
while I thank you for this.

-Janine--Nini-

Thanks to Lord Byng Students

Dear Lord Byng students,

Thanks you so much for your thoughtful comments and responses on our students' work. I appreciate you taking the time to mentor our young writers, and look forward to hearing from you on a regular basis. If any of you would like to contribute any of your poems, please e-mail them to me (adamgelmon@yahoo.ca). Our students would greatly benefit from seeing works from other students in higher grades.

My best,

Adam Gelmon

adam and eli show 2

adam and eli show Hanukkah episode

Skoon Pa




You come in
on your frigid flight
then you take
me out each night

No matter what mom say’s
we go out
with out a doubt

We play, laugh
and have fun
we are always on the run
day in and day out, rain or shine

I wait for the next day
over and over again
without saying a word
for that day

I wait for more
though,
just to go to the store


I dread that odious day
the day that you leave
and when you are gone
I know I have done wrong

Then I look back
and react
because now I know that
you love me

And that one word I forgot
to say
hits me
so hear me today
all I want to say
is......................... Thank You




plaese comment on the poem


p.s. Skoon Pa means grandpa in africkans

explenations for Rena Ikeda

copious-plentiful
debonair-charming
swarthy-dark
cuff-African American
pluck-courage
athwart-across
brine-sea water
vaunting-bragging
plied-used
dolefully-sadly
gaudy-showy
fain-gladly
dower-gift
avowed-admitted
durst-dared
flout-scorn
chide-scold
guerdon-reward
Arch Fear-death
arrears-overdue debt
rapture-joy
-Arieh

Ren Ikeda

Please give feedback

Ren Ikeda had copious amounts of money
Ren Ikeda was a debonair swarthy cuff
Ren Ikeda had great amounts of pluck
Ren Ikeda lived athwart the brine
Ren Ikeda enjoyed vaunting about the money he plied
Ren Ikeda was dolefully gaudy and rarely fain gave a dower
Ren Ikeda avowed that what he did was not right
People never durst flout or chide Ren Ikeda
Ren Ikeda never dreamed of getting a guerdon
Dolefully when Ren Ikeda met Arch Fear
People realized Ren Ikeda had arrears
With rapture they fain through Ren Ikeda’s body into the brine

-Arieh

Each different little sprinkle-Draft 1

Hey guys,
This is my first draft of each little sprinkle. I wrote it for my uncle who just got married 2 months ago. I really need your opinion on it!(comments)
Thanks alot

Janine

Each litle diifferent sprinkle
on a cupcake symbolizes
somthing we all should
know

Blue, The time of
sadness for when
you need
comforting

Red, the feeling of
anger when you
need to
explode

Grey , the time when
you need help
because your
sick

Yellow, feeling happy
and excited, jumping
around a lot
too

White, the time to
relax in your
own quiet and peaceful
room

Pink, The feeling of
love from when you
very first
met

-Janine-

6A homework

Secret poem final draft due Friday and explanation

BRING COMIC BOOKS FOR FREAD.

Secret Poem

Everyone,
here is my secret poem, I really want as many comments as possible because I want to make my poem the best it can be for my Mom. It's a snowball effect, if you give to me, I can give to my Mom:)

Thanks,
Marc L.
P.S. To any parents who read this, PLEASE don't say anything about it to my MOM :) Thanks

Endless Love

Where does
it
come from?

It surely
never leaves

the
endless
love
that you give to
me

You may think I
don’t notice
how
hard
you work to
please me

I focus on
some I
love
you for

I know I can
always
count on
you
to be there for
me

Like the time when we
switched motel rooms at
the crack of dawn
you told the man
at the front desk,
“My son needs sleep,
can we please switch room?”

I felt
good inside
when you said My son,
rather then saying I
because It was
then I knew
that you that you were doing
it for me.

I can’t begin
to think how life would be
without you

I would be
lost,
not knowing the
difference between
right,
or wrong
left,
or right

you are
my
guardian
angel

I ask
you come

you do what you
can
to make me
happy
I
appreciate that with
all my
heart

when your
worm
soft
loving
skin, touches
mine
my heart lights up, an
instant
reaction





I say “Thanks”

from school,
play dates,
to simply
a drive around town

You
take
me
everywhere I need to go

even if it means
sacrificing
your time
from
your day

No matter how
far
or short

any ride with
you
is a
different
adventure
each time

who knows where
you will
take me next

I do know though,
that I will be
happy
all the way through

Because
I
will be with
You
“Mommy”

What
goes around,
come around

you have given me,
my whole life.

Now,
I think it’s
my turn to
give to you

I love you

Marc L.

6B homework!

Math: Both double sided sheets on multiples and factrs. Due tomorrow

Good Job in the hanukah concert!!!
And remember we have to go to school
at 10am!!!

-Nini-

Blaring through
the sides of my face

sweet
rough
hard
electronic

molds my moods
and inspires my soul

distracted from the outside world
in a melodic coma

I am heaven
I am on clouds

flying high into blue
or deep down to red
depends,

allows me to survive
keeps me off the streets

my energy drink
my jolt of life

teaches my brain
about the opposites

I am addicted
it’s so sweet

relaxation hits my body
therapy for my mind

grooving
crying
laughing
smiling
dancing

Blaring Through
the sides of my face,

Music

Marc L.

P.S. You know the drill! (Comments Please) :)

Hanukah concert

Hey guys,
I just remembered that we are having 2 hanukah concerts, 1 during school and 1 at night. Are we going to have classes during that time??? And are we supposed to bring something to do?

Thnks,
-Nini-

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