Poems of Pi

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Download PDF Piscine Molitor Patel or Pi, a strong believer in God finds himself having to move from his home in India to the unknown place of Canada. However, tragedy strikes and Pi ends up being shipwrecked, alone on a boat. Or so he thought. Pi soon finds himself on the boat with a few […]

Harry Potter: An Inspirational Character

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

My assignment was to  pick a fictional character that inspires me, I wrote about Harry Potter. 

After reading the Harry Potter books, I could describe the character of Harry Potter as brave, athletic, humble, and loyal. All these traits, in my mind, make him an inspirational person. Harry Potter inspires me because of his bravery. He was the only person who would call Voldemort by his name; everyone else would refer to him as “you-know-who.” Harry also defeated Voldemort despite everything that he went through. Out of the golden trio, Harry Potter was the bravest. He was, also, a humble person. Though he defeated Voldemort he never bragged about it. He also never said that he defeated Voldemort all by himself. He said that he couldn’t do it without his friends.

Harry Potter was also very athletic. He was the best seeker in Quidditch at Hogwarts. He was always trying to do his best on the field. He would do anything to help his team win. He always was a seeker that the team could trust.  Also, Harry Potter was a loyal friend. He cared when one of his friends got hurt. For example, when Hermione was being attacked by the troll, Harry tries to save her. Harry also helped save Buckbeak by giving him to Sirius.

All of these traits make Harry very inspirational to me. Even if he is a fictional character many people look up to him. He is loyal, friendly and brave. He is someone that anyone would love to be friends with, myself included!

Poems

My assignment was to write some poems. Enjoy!

These are my twists of the types of poems I studied in class today. Enjoy!

Haiku

Spring is Here!

Little Butterfly

Dancing over the flowers

Graceful as a swan

Beautiful Duckling

Swimming all around the pond

Looking for some fish

We sit in moonlight

Watching the animals play

Laughing till the night

Moon shines over us

Giving everyone the news

That spring is now here


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Letter to Dr. King

...little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls....

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama…..little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

January 21st, 2013

Dear Dr. King,

A lot has happen over the past fifty years. Segregation is diminishing in the United States. Your birthday has become a national holiday, and your house has become a museum. You have inspired so many people to change the world.  Your speeches and words still lived in our hearts. Thanks to your hard work and determination people of all colors can go to the same schools, eat at the same restaurants and drink at the same water fountains.

We still struggle with race issues in the United States, but people of all colors are allowed to take part in conversions. People are inspired by the choices you made. You were willing to go to jail so many times just to prove your point. You knew that life could be better than what is was when you were protesting. The world has become a happier place and we have learned to work together.

You have become an important part of our history. A lot of people look up at you as a role model. Your speeches are very inspirational to all people, regardless of their background. You have let the world know that one person can make a difference. Thank you for persistence and will power.

Sincerely,

Anmol

The Taste of Chocolate-Chip Cookies

When I bite into a chocolate-chip cookie…

The taste of chocolate-chip cookies always reminds me of when we got cookies for dessert at my old school. The woman who gave the cookies out was, well, crabby. “Two cookies only!” she would say with so much force it would make us take the cookies and get out of her way. If you forgot the cookies for even a good reason, you could forget about getting them. My friends and I always pictured her as a crab, and just as you never want to get in a way of a crab, you should never get in her way.

This very day, one of the kids in my class was fed up with the crabby lunch lady. He got a bunch of kids – mostly boys – to take three cookies instead of two. To do this, they would take the two cookies like every other day. Then they would take the tongs and drag it across the platform, grabbing an extra cookie with it and put it on their tray. I thought this was quite a clever idea, but the lunch lady didn’t.  It made her angry! So, instead, she would have two cookies ready on a plate for us so we couldn’t get three. We quickly realized this was war.

Then the same kid, whose name was Jason, got an apple and asked for it to be cut in super thin slices. I didn’t know what he was going to do, but with that mischievous grin plastered on his face, I knew he was up to no good. I asked my best friend, Kate, if the crabby lunch lady disliked thin apple slices. She looked at me real funny but said that she thought so. I told her what I had seen and she exclaimed, “I knew something was going on!” So, Kate and I hid behind a crate and watched from a distance as Jason went to give the apple slices to the lunch lady. Kate and I looked at each other and smiled. We had done many crazy things in our time together, but none was as crazy as what Jason was about to do.

“No, Jason No!” I heard from the kitchen.  It was Mrs. Crabby as our lunch lady was known by most people in the school. “Just try one,” Jason said looking straight in the lunch lady’s eyes holding up a green apple slice, “I know that you would like it if you gave it a try.”

“Go away, Jason!” said the lunch lady. She was raising her voice now. This was the time to pack your suitcase and move as fast as a gazelle all the way to Africa. “Come on, just one!” Jason urged. He had drawn a crowd now, but Kate and I were smart enough to stay hidden.

“Jason, LEAVE NOW!” The lunch lady was practically yelling. Now, this was the time to move like a cheetah and go for eternity to Antarctica and make friends with the penguins. Jason held his ground and held his head up high. “Just one and we will all leave you.” Honestly, I still don’t know what the fuss was for; I mean, it was just a thin apple slice. I looked to my left and saw half the crowd backing away, and the other half running off to their seats, silently eating. I carefully looked over the top of the crate and saw the lunch lady. She looked like a bull ready to charge at Jason’s red hair.

“Jason, leave or I will tell your teacher.” said the lunch lady, but her voice was lower and she sounded just a little defeated but, that totally disappeared over the sound of her anger. I think she knew that she had lost. Still, she looked so angry it made me want to cower away like a dog during a lightning storm. She snatched the apple from Jason’s hand, and next to me Kate muttered, “Rude!” I kept my eyes glued to her like a hawk watches his prey. Then the apple came up to her mouth. CHOMP! The sound echoed through the entire room and even the kids who had cowered away looked up. Jason gave a satisfied grin and he and everyone else went back to their seats.

Kate wanted to test the lunch lady and before I could stop her she was standing in front of her. “Can I have extra cookies?”

“No,” she started but then stared at the half eaten apple in her hand. “Umm…sure.” Then, she turned and walked away and threw the apple away in the trash can. I still do not know why the lunch lady didn’t like apples. Maybe it was because she didn’t like the flavor of them. So, whenever I bite into the soft, chewy chocolate-chip cookies, it reminds me of this fiasco.