Friday, December 12, 2014

Nebraska List Poem

Address,
    Heart of the country
Favorite color,
    Husker red
Favorite food,
    Corn on the cob
Hobby,
    Agriculture
Pride and joy,
    No place like Nebraska
    
   

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Persona Poem

I am a tree
People long to be free like me
but I'm not really free
My legs are stuck in the ground and I see the same things everyday

People peel my skin and climb on my arms like I'm a jungle gym!
And what I really hate is when they break my arms and use them as weapons.

Nebraska Poem

We wave to each other
on the highway
We help each other
with our problems
In Nebraska, we know each other
on a first name basis
In Nebraska, everyone is family

Friday, December 5, 2014

Five Senses Poem

Winter
Powder snow, cold ice, and freezing winds
Hot chocolate on a cold morning
Everything coated in snow
Frost covered grass and tree limbs
Whistling wind and boots crunching the snow
The taste of peppermint and candy canes

What really happened to the Little Engine That Could

The Little Engine
Left the station
Heading to the hill
Gaining speed
And so he reached it and began
Climbing the hill
He started to chant
I think I can
I think I can
Close to the top
He came to a stop
At the side of the hill
His strength faded
He began to roll down
Reaching an extreme speed
He saw and oncoming train
Bigger than him
They collided
The little engine died
Because thinking you can isn't enough to accomplish anything
You have to believe

-Andrew

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Found Poem

One life
Decisions, ideas, and trust
It is fascinating
Don't lose faith
You have to find what you love
Death is the destination we all share

Credit: Steve Jobs
By: Andrew

Metaphor Poem

Anger

Anger is a monster
Waiting to be let out of its cage

Anger is a bomb
Waiting for a spark

Anger is an evil
That takes over our minds

Anger is a monster

By: Andrew

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Accrostic Poem

S imple
K angaroos can't do it
A wesome
T remendous speed
E xciting
B and-aids are needed
O utdoors
A good way to get around
R ide on
D ream big :)


M ental
A buse
T o
H umans 

My Name Poetry

Andrew
It means smart, athletic, and hard-working
It is like frost coating grass on a winter morning
It is running a race with friends
It is in the memory of Jan Garner
Who taught me to never settle and life life in the present
When she taught me to let things go
My name is Andrew
It means to appreciate what you have and to live life to the fullest.

Monday, November 24, 2014

Sacrifice



Sacrifice, you can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it.
            In our movie Blindsight, the blind students take on Mount Everest. They don’t know where their parents are or if they will return to their home alive. This is sacrifice, not knowing the outcome but giving it your best shot at everything that comes your way.
            Sacrifice also plays a great role in my life. In this picture, I am running to the finish at a cross-country meet, that is what everyone sees. But what I know is that, I had been doing my best in practice each day and this is the reward. The reward from sacrifice is always worth the pain of sacrifice.            

Photo credit: Mr. Morrow 

Friday, November 14, 2014

American Freedom


American Freedom

     What is freedom? Freedom is our way of life. Freedom is a constant battle, having a say in the community, and having the ability to create your own future.
     There is a constant battle for freedom. Other greedy countries try to take away our power and freedom but that will never happen due to our soldiers. A current example is Isis, 1,500 soldiers were recently sent to continue the fight in Syria and Iraq and sadly, most of them will not return. This is the sacrifice our country has to give so that you can have your freedom.
     Another freedom is having a say in your community and government. You get to vote for your president, he isn’t chose for you. Having a say has great responsibilities, you have to make an honest decision. Your country is giving you equality and a vote, be grateful.
     Lastly, you can create your own future. After high school, you can join the military, go to college, or join the work force. Most people don’t realize how amazing this is. Imagine leaving high school, planning to go to college to be a doctor, and someone says you have to be a dog groomer. You can create your own future, make the most of it.
     Freedom is a constant battle, having a say in the community, and having the ability to create your own future. Next time you see the flag, remember what freedom is. Recognize the soldiers that gave their precious life so you could be free. Overall, we take freedom for granted and we all should thank the veterans for their loyalty and sacrifice for our country. Freedom is not free.

Friday, October 31, 2014

Halloween Adverb Poem

The foggy graveyard
The fog in the graveyard meandered slowly
The fog in the graveyard meandered slowly, randomly
Meandered slowly, randomly, spookily
slowly, randomly, spookily, consuming me
As I walk through the lit path of glowing lanterns

Ghost Story


                                                         Little Johnny the Ghost                                                          
            One day, on a sunny Monday afternoon at school, Johnny received several homework assignments. Johnny especially hated homework. He was always a happy kid, but it was that day he couldn’t take any more homework. He suffered a deadly heart attack. He has been dead now for over 70 years. Some say he haunts the halls of O’Neill High School to this very day.
            Those who see him say he is about 12 years old and about 7 feet tall, counting the 2 feet he floats. The first thing you notice is his shimmering blonde hair. He wears a red and black plaid shirt and worn blue jeans. He has deep blue eyes and a worn black pair of converse shoes that you can see his white socks through. If you’re searching for him, look seven feet in the air for a reflection of the light on his hair.
            I first found out about him when I saw a group of kids talking to the air. As I walked nearer, I could see Johnny. I learned that he was very friendly. When I went to class I saw him put bunny ears on my reading teacher. All of the students quietly giggled. In science class, we were heating the air in a balloon when he wrote Mrs. Lopez smells like dirty socks on the board. When Mrs. Lopez turned around the writing disappeared magically.
            Johnny had become my best friend, but one day he went too far. He turned on the ceiling sprinklers and soaked everyone in the school. It was that day he disappeared from my eyes and everyone else’s, I never saw him again.
            The legend of Johnny lives on to this day, but nobody can see him now, for that day his funny pranks angered all of his friends. Sadly, the wandering soul of Johnny will never rest in its rightful place.
            I think we can all realize, none of this would’ve happened if teachers didn’t give us so much homework. ;)

Friday, October 17, 2014

Halloween at Hogwarts


Andrew                                              
Hogwarts
As I woke up, I knew that it was going to be a great day. Today was Halloween. I waited and waited for the calling of the feast. Finally, when Ron and I were playing pin the tail on the dragon, we heard the magical ringing of a bell calling us to the feast.
When we entered the Great Hall, the first thing that caught my eye was the floating jack o lanterns illuminating the hall. Bats that were screeching a haunting noise accompanied the mystical pumpkins. Other students were already waiting at the four long tables for their food to appear in front of them.
Just as quick as the bats soared through the air, the food appeared. The room was instantly filled with chatter and excitement. Slowly but surely, the smell filled the room. The scents of slow roasted chicken and roast beef would hunger a man who has already eaten. Many minutes pass until the dessert finally appears. Pumpkin pie and chocolate eyeballs that melt in your mouth present themselves on the plate of hundreds of stuffed students. The room is filled with a sonic boom as all of the students applaud for the chef that prepared the unbelievable meal.
Laughing children on broomsticks and moaning ghosts fill the air as Halloween comes to a satisfying end.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Rewritten Nursery Rhyme


"Polly, put the kettle on..."
by Mother Goose
Polly, put the kettle on,
Polly, place the kettle here,
Polly, set the kettle there,
And let's sip tea.

Monday, September 29, 2014

My Personal Brand

Three things I learned in this project include...

1. How to add cutaway videos in iMovie
2. I learned how to take a screenshot
3. How to transfer a photo or video from my phone to my computer

Monday, September 15, 2014

International Dot Day

From just learning about the dot today, I am still processing what it is about. From what I can tell, a dot is one of the many ways a person can show their creativity. The dot takes almost no skill, making it a way for everyone to show how they feel. I am not good at drawing, so a dot is one way that I can show my creativity without my work being judged as sloppy.

Friday, September 12, 2014

Unforgettalble School Day


Andrew
English 7- Period 3

An Unforgettable School Day

            “All Cross-Country runners are now dismissed from class,” is what I heard announced over the intercom. Little did I know, this was the start to an amazing adventure.                                                                                                                                     Today was the day of my first Junior High Cross-Country meet. I rode with my friends on the big yellow bus; we talked for the one and a half hour drive there. When we got to Albion, everybody set their equipment by a tree that was as big as a house. Later, we walked the one-mile course that we would run. The route is on a golf course; our track twisted and turned through the hilly course, while the bright sun shone on the water features. I could tell this will be an excruciating race.                                                            As I line up on the start line, I recognize my competition; 174 athletic boys and girls are all running down the same hill I am. We all stand tightly packed in 17 boxes across the line. “Ready, BANG!” As I run, I start to realize how big the group actually is. A big group is ahead of me but a tidal wave is behind me, so I make sure as I run down the hill that I don’t get ran over.                                                                                                About 200 yards ahead is a massive hill, Heartbreak Hill, I see many people going slow up it so I realize now is my chance. I stay low to the ground and speed up the hill passing more than 10 people. Going down I realize that wasn’t a good idea because I am now extremely tired. I run the rest of the race knowing the pain won’t last forever. I now know that this is the last hill, only 100 yards to the finish. I give all of my energy to the last sprint. After I pass the line, I get a ticket saying I placed 57th place over-all.
At the beginning of the year, I thought running against 8th graders would be unfair. But after running with them, I am no longer apprehensive.

Friday, August 29, 2014

    Welcome to my room. Here is where I come every day after school to relax and do homework. My room is filled with treasured items and memories I have collected with my family. My comfy, Husker bedspread I got for my 7th birthday has been my number one go to place for along time. The fiery, crimson color reminds me of Husker Games I went to with my dad ,Chris, in Lincoln. Next comes the items on my headboard. This is where I put all of the treasures I have collected over my eleven years. One of them is my Stephen Curry figurine that stands more than a foot tall. He is my favorite player, and it always reminds me to dream big. Farther down the headboard lay a pile of rocks, but they aren’t regular rocks. They are the rocks I got in South Dakota with my brother Trevor, my mom Kelly, and my dad Chris, on our family vacation. I got to collect them on the side of the road along the Pin-Needle Highway. On the end is my cross. I got this shiny, led cross in Deadwood, South Dakota with my friend on a skiing trip.
   
    On my dresser is a headphone stand that my dad and I built. The shiny red and midnight black show off the flawless cuts of wood we made together. Resting in the corner of my room is my bookshelf. It obviously has books, but it also has all of the boxes of important things I bought this summer with my own money. It usually holds my iPod and speaker. Together they can easily make a bad day a good one. It also contains goodbye gifts I got from my friends at school in Lincoln. Finally, the most memorable thing I’ve ever got is my self portrait. I sat on a stool for thirty minutes to get a cartoon figure of me dunking a basketball. I got this at Worlds Of Fun on my 8th birthday, and the vivid colors bring back memories of the shiny roller coaster rides.                

I am rich beyond measure.

Friday, August 22, 2014

6 Word Stories

Life Is....
What You Make It



Sometimes....
Seventh Graders Smell Really Bad