Writting Prompt #2

Writting Prompt Number 2
Questions:

1. What I Want For Life?
2. What Carrer I Want To Proceed?
3. Where Do I Want To Live?
4. What Do I Want To Accomplish As A Teen?
5. What Are My-End-Of-The-Year Middle School Goal?
6. WHat Are My Goals In Highschool?
7. What Courses Do I Want TO Take In High School?
8. Art(Creativity) Or Medical?
9. Do I Want To Go To College?
10. Am I Ready To Leave Home?

Question Number 6: What Are My Goals For High School?

      In High school i want to accomplish many things. For one i  would like to keep getting good grades> If i can i want to get better grades than what i get in the 8th grade. I also want to try new subjects to extend my knowledge beyond what it is now. I really enjoy ELA and Social Studies class, with the teachers being interactive with the students I am wble to be more succesful in class. I want to join high scholl extracirriclular classes. A sports team, or maybe a robotics team. In High School i want to explore my educational options. By doing this it would help me to become a smarter student and proactive in my High School community. but mostly in school I will remain true to myself but also be open to options I have never experienced before.
        

Response to A book Revised

Book Title: Sand Dollar Summer
Authour: Kimbery K. Jones

 
          


           Well this book is basically about a 12 year old girl named Lise. Lise has a great life with her parents. But unfortantley lise mother had a horrible car accident. This car accient gave her motheer many injuries, and life lise scared. She thought that her life was falling apart from that moment. So as her mother got better she too them on a trip. For the summer they went to live in this old house on the beach in Manie. This was the first time that Lise has been so close to the ocean before, and she was terrified. The point of this whole family trip was to recuperate thier lifes. This plan seemed so inncote that it might actually work. O fcourse you know the trip had its uos and downs for both lIse and her mother. Drama, love , Trst  and much more. But at the end of the summer everything ended welll. Lises life went back to they way it was, before that tragic acccident. Once again she felt safe, and happy.
            I think that this book is very interestuing. I mean like i love the way the book has text to world connections. How  the authour took something that happens all the time in the real world and based her story around that topic. I like hoe the book shows the meanta; break down of a child who has a parent thats been in an accident. The book shows how they break down, how they react and how that can total change your life.

Narritive Poem For Please Dont Take My Air Jordans

Please Don't Take My Air Jordans
Poem by Reg E. Gaines:
my air jordans cost a hundred with tax
my suede starters jacket says raiders on the back
i'm stylin . . . smilin . . . lookin real mean cuz
it ain't about bein heard just bein seen

my leather adidas baseball cap
matches my fake gucci backpack
there's nobody out there looks good as me
but the gear costs money it sure ain't free

and i gots no job no money at all
but it's easy to steal fresh gear from the mall
parents say i shouldn't but i know i should
gots ta do what i can to make sure i look good

and the reason i have to look real fly
well to tell ya the truth man i don't know why
i guess it makes me feel special inside
when i'm wearin fresh gear i don't have to hide

but i really must get some new gear soon
or my ego will pop like a ten cent balloon
but security's tight at all the shops
everyday there are more and more cops

my crew's laughin at me cuz i'm wearin old gear
school's almost over summer is near
and i'm sportin torn jordans and need somethin new
there's only one thing left to do

cut school friday catch the subway downtown
check out my victims hangin around
maybe i'll get lucky and find easy prey
gots to get some new gear there's no other way

i'm ready and willin i'm packin my gun
this is serious bizness it sure ain't no fun
but i can't have my posse laughin at me
i'll cop somethin dope just wait you'll see

come out a the station west 4th near the park
brothers shootin hoops and someone remarks
HEY HOMES . . . WHERE'D YOU GET THOSE DEF NIKES
as i said to myself. . . i likes em . . . i likes

they were q-tip white bright and blinded my eyes
the red emblem of michael looked as if it could fly
not one spot of dirt the airs were brand new
had my pistol knew just what to do

followed him very closely behind
waited until it was just the right time
made a left turn on houston pulled out my gun and screamed
GIMME THEM JORDANS . . . and he tried ta run

took off fast but didn't get far
i fired (POW) he fell between two parked cars
he was coughin/cryin/blood dripped on the street
and i snatched them air jordans off a his feet

while layin there dyin all he could say was
please . . . don't take my air jordans away . . .
you think he'd be worried about stayin alive
as i took off with the jordans there were tears in his eyes

the very next day i bopped into school
with my brand new air jordans man was i cool
i killed to get them but hey . . . i don't care
cuz now. . . i needs a new jacket to wear
My Narritive Poem:

Looking Like Me Anit Easy you see
I got money you see
I get what i want
gucci
Addas
You know you cant meet ma syle
im a whole nother mile
away from you my child
so lemme tell you this
Im fressshhh
You see
100% flee
Imma Mobb To The Mall
Stacks of money
Thats how i ball
Get dem jordans
Niggahs have
So i Also Have thier swag
Dont need kill
To survive
Like other niggahs out her
Im number one
New Swag
New Day

Response to Other Peoples Blogs

            Well i read The following Blogs:

•             Anna Veronica's Blog
•             Jasmine Pacheco
•             Sarah Safran

 Anna Veronica: For One Anna"s blog shows allot of detailed observations. She really goes deep into understanding poems, sonnets, ect. All of her blogs show that she really understood the detailed aspects of the sonnets. Unlike some people her blogs are long and full of detail, you can hear her voice in her blogs. She really expresses her feelings and points of views in each one of her blogs. Sometimes she even compares her sellf or uses text to world compareasions too. She elborates and deve;lopes her ideas. She shows forceful and powerful voices in her blogs. I really llike her poems about And important thing that happened to her. I like how she wrote it for one, Two i like the rythm that she had. Theres alot to say about her blogs and she is grewat at putting her voice into everything she writes.

Jasmine Pacheco:  For one i like the theme that jazzy picked for her blogg. Its very claming and mellow. I also like how for one of her side bars she has a quote from a poet and its very inspiring. I also like how in some of her blogs she adds a visual so you can see, and it describes whats shes saying. Her responses seems like she had a nice flow while writting the response. It seems like she had some nice ideas, and you kinda get idea or like some inspiration from her blog.

Sarah Safran: I like her blog responses because they all really explain what she's thinking. Even though you haven't read whatever she read, you can still get a lot about it by just reading her responses. Also I think she really cares about the stuff that she writes and thinks deeply about all of them.

Envey

Money talk first
Money talks last
You Anit Worth Shit
Runnin mouth for my cash
Stay off my ass
You on that low class
My status way pass
Than what ya 12th grade pasted
Im always real
Im never fake
Trust me im a heavey set
I'll make an earthquake
One move is all i make
To make ya B**** ass shake

Poem

That Sepcial Person

Dark chocolate skin
And brown eyes
His feelings were hidden
And so were mines
6 foot
And soft red lips
Always jealous
But i knew he cared
Hugs and kisses were alwayed shared

Strong bold body
Sweet and sour
Was how he acted

Freestyle Rapping
Funny and controleed
A big warm heart
And a strong bold soul
Yea thats him
Hes my gold

Poem

Dead Friendship

Our friendship
Has never meant nothing
Even from where it all began
Its just memories in the sand
A dead wish
Brought to life
Yet unborn
Sticks and stones, may break my bones
But your pain is the pill to heal that up
You just been used
And played puppet
We share nothing
We have nothing to relate to
Your friendship is nothing, but a dead end
and a dead long memory
Something that you'd wish
We had again
Say goodbye to your long
And distant past
You sit and wish that we
can be friends again
Get a grip
GeT A LIFE
Cuz im gone