Character Contest

There is this character contest thingy that we are entering. We as in the class of course. I thing my character is retardded (not literally). Anywho, more on that l8er. Gotta go to another site.

peace and hairgrease,

Nugget

Interval Testing Material

This is the work i sent in for my interval testing. I faked a fight because i really didnt have wone worth mentionign that was short enough and all my other altercations were too long. because the requirements are something-250 words. And I wasnt Shakesoeare when I woke up this morning and I'm not him now (Plus I'm a girl). Enjoy anyway:

Buddy Battle

"Stop telling me what to do!" I shouted at my best friend Shazia. My voice had risen an octave and echoed off the bleachers, but the gym was buzzing with so much activity no one seemed to notice. I had never shouted at her like that before, or anyone at the time. I was taught to suck things up, and not to let it bother me. Yet Shaz continued to boss me around. Giving little "suggestions" about how I should do things. SHe had pushed me too far and I snapped. And though i was shocked that this had happened, it felt great to get it off my chest.
Her expression faltered. "What?"
"You heard me Shazia! I am sick and tired of you telling me what to do! Coudl you for once just accpet me for who I am?" I countered, i was on a roll. I couldnt stop to thik about the consequences for this. \
To my suprise she just nodded, "You're right." my jaw dropped but she continued. "I'm sorry, I do liek the way you look, I just can't help it. "
Before she ahd time to change her mind. "No biggie, just chill every once in a while y'know?" I tossed her the basketball I was holding then ran back out onto the court.

I thinks it's stupid. I was rushing to finish up on the computer and I cut alot of the stuff, when I did the word count on GoogleDocs it said 3 hundred something words and i had to delete like half the thing and shorten the dialogue. So yeah.

Poem

This is my poem for Ms. Chaloux's class, they didn't want to let me transfer the poem from my personal to this new school blog so I had to retype it here. Enjoy!

Chair

Some have rough surfaces, and some have smooth surfaces, like freshly varnished wood.
Some smell like a fresh spring morning, others smell like Elmer's Glue
Some swivel like the hand of a clock, some are stationary like the Fort Knox
Some are shaped like an irregular L, and many have legs to support our weight and theirs
Oh! How, I love to sit in you chair!

Dialogue

After leaving the library, Michelle jogged down the hallway, her shoes sounded with quick thud's on the linoleum floor. Her hair thumping aginast her back. She laid a damp hand on Jim's broad shoulder. His dry jacket felt strange to her moist hand.

"Do you know where my wallet is?" Michelle asked breathlessly, brushing her bangs out of her face.
"What is a wallet? Oh! A wallet! No...Did you check the library?" he replied, looking at her through the curtain of his chestnut hair.
"I checked there and I didnt see it!" she shouted, her face turning crimson with rage.
"Oh, really? I dont know, where did you last see it?" he queried, his head tilted his head to the side in confusion.
"The library, I noticed it was gone when we went to get lunch." she informed.
"Oh, well did you eat it?" he wondered.
"Yes! I need to find it, it has both my money and my I.D. in there!" she exclaimed.
"Then it's in your stomach, silly!" Jim grinned.
"No," she fumbled around in her bookbag. "Oh! Here it is! Thanks!" She began to walk away.
"Sure thing!" he called to her.

Shaking his head Jim continues to go on his way to the gym. Michelle clutched her wallet in her hand. Determined not to let it go for the remainder of the day.

[This is a dialogue activity we did in class. To do this activity you had to write a dialouge between two people then you had to rewrite it but with one speaker missing, then give it to a partner so they could fill in the blank speaker. I thought this one was quite funny so I chose this one.]

School Blog

This is my official blog for school. This way i still have my personal blog and i can have one specifically for school, and posts for Ms. Chaloux's class. I will post homework assignments up here, because, personally i dont like writing, but i am a wiz at typing. I can type forever. [and ever and ever]. So, im outtie i have to add on to my personal blog y'know.

Peace, Love, Hairgrease!

ariana;;