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Final Post

c15jg — Mon, 11 Jun 2007 13:45:51 +0000

A blog is to me, a place to write about all that is in your mind and it is also a place to have memories and to remember things and to write to encourage people to read books, and it is a place to share with people everything you know.
I learned so much from doing this, I learned about how many different ways you can have a blog and how you can write in it and you can actually show the world what you think of a certain situation and you can also tell everybody about something you did and something you encountered along a trip or something like that.
What I really liked about a blog was that it was a place to go, to tell everybody what you think and I also liked that we could write book reviews on it.
I liked everything about the blog and another thing I liked was that we could comment on other people’s blogs, that was fun.
My favorite parts of doing the blog was definitely the book reviews, I loved telling people what books they should read if lets say they like fantasy, I want to do many more book reviews.
I want to continue blogging until I can’t do anymore, I wish I could do posts during the summer and tell everyone what I did over the summer, I hope I can do it next year.

Goodbye Blog.

After Plimoth Plantation

c15jg — Mon, 30 Apr 2007 16:11:49 +0000

Plimoth was a lot of fun. In some ways it was what I expected and some ways it wasn’t.

The bus ride was more fun than I thought it would be. We watched movies and I played a game with my bus partner. We watched Flushed Away, Akeelah and the Bee, and part of Cars. The game that my partner and I played was a magnetic baseball game. We played three innings, the first inning was scoreless and the second I scored my only run on a triple. The third inning was scoreless so I won by a score of one to none.
When we first got there we saw Plymouth Rock and we went on the replica of the Mayflower called the Mayflower II. We got back on to the bus and we drove to our cabins and we dropped our stuff of and we went to the Native American’s Village. The Native American’s are called the Wampanoag’s. We went to a huge dinning hall that we ate at, we had Pottage, cheese, bread, and peach pie.
Next was another great part of our first day, the activity night, first we looked at two different Pilgrim houses. We came up with a conclusion that one of the houses was newer. Then we went to a cabin where we wrote with quills. It was very fun. Then we went to another cabin where we dressed up as a Pilgrim. I dressed up as a male adult. It was so funny to see everyone dressed up like a Pilgrim. Here comes the fun part, GAMES! I got so obsessed with one game called Nine Men Morris. I love it. Then we went to bed.
We woke up and played football indoors and almost broke a picture on the wall! After that we went for our breakfast. We had a normal breakfast with cereal, and toasted bagels. Then we put our stuff in the bus and went to the pilgrim village. We saw a lot of people pretending to be a pilgrim. Then we got back on the bus to go home.
On the way back we finished Cars, The Incredibles, and part of Sky High.
All in all it was a very fun trip and the best part was that we had two days there, which meant double the fun.

The Study of Forced Immigration

c15jg — Tue, 24 Apr 2007 00:15:16 +0000

In the winter of 2007, Ms. Edinger’s fourth grade class at the Dalton School has been studying the subject of forced immigration.

Each student read Ms. Edinger’s book, My Home is Africa. Ms. Edinger is still in the process of editing this book. The book describes the story of Sarah Margru Kinson, who was a child on the Amistad slave ship.

The class also wrote poems about somebody on the Amistrad slave ship. The slave ship carried captured African slaves and their captors. This activity taught the class more about African slaves.

The poet Natasha Trethewey came into the class and read poems written by her friend. Her friend writes poems about the Amistad slave ship. Poetry is an interesting way for students to learn about this subject.

One of the students brought in artifacts from Mali. Mali is a country in Western Africa. At the time of the slave trade, some people in Mali became slaves.
One of the students in the class said “I thought the overall topic of forced immigration was very interesting.” It is very important for students to understand that people were forced to leave their homes and move to America. They were treated as slaves and didn’t have freedom. This school project is just one of many ways to learn about the important topic of forced immigration.

What I Expect from Plimoth Plantation

c15jg — Mon, 16 Apr 2007 14:05:53 +0000

The fourth graders of the Dalton School in Manhattan are going on an overnight trip to Plimoth Plantation. I expect that it will be a pretty long bus ride to Plimoth and I expect that seeing Plimoth Rock will be pretty cool and the sleeping part may be uncomfortable but I will have fun regardless. I will have a lot of fun and I hope it is as good as I think it will be. Just the whole aspect of going where one of the most famous people were. I will feel like I am a pilgrim in the sense that I will be doing what the pilgrims did. I will also feel like a Native American in the sense that I will see the fake pilgrims doing work so I will feel like a Native American. I hope that when we come back I will have learned a lot about the pilgrims and about Plimoth Plantation.

c15jg — Thu, 22 Mar 2007 16:21:57 +0000

“all wooded with Okes, Pines, Sassafras, Iuniper, Birch, Holly, Vines, some ash, walnut”

The Miracle

c15jg — Wed, 21 Mar 2007 13:29:28 +0000

Once upon a time there was a bat named Chocuna. Chocuna was a small bat. In fact, he was really small. He had very little fur and was very energetic.
The Goldwing colony was an extremely large colony and of course being in an extremely large colony when you are small, you are in for trouble. He was extremely funny, it seemed like he was excited about everything, and, unfortunately, he was sometimes clumsy. He lived with his mother, and had two friends. One was blind, and the other was wise. His mother that he lived with was really nice, but if Chocuna were spotted outside of home he would face the consequences because he was “too small”. But his mother tried to sneak him out of the house every once and a while for fresh air, and in that time his mother made sure nobody saw him.
One night it was the day of the year of the flying competition, and everybody entered in it, even though they all knew that Matuda (the really high favorite) was going to win. And even if Choucuna’s mother let him out he would get caught.
That night it was very dark and you couldn’t tell Matuda from Chocuna, so you can guess that everybody couldn’t see anything.
After his mother left, he quietly snuck out and stayed in the back of the race so nobody could see him and when he was sure everyone was moving he started flying.
The pack was extremely large. Chocuna could see easily 92 bats in front of him, and there was some he couldn’t see. He was really far back, but he got closer to the front. He was in 100th place, 99th, 98th, 97th, 96th, 95th 94th, 93 rd, 92nd, 91st place, all the way down to 90th place. He flew ahead as fast as he could to 69th. He saw the blind bat on the left of him, and he quietly went over to the right and pushed ahead to 67th place.
All of a sudden Chocuna got looked at with the bat’s blind eyes as if he could see him. Chocuna made as little noise as possible and the blind bat looked away. Chocuna started breathing again, all of a sudden he heard his mother’s voice,
“OK, I’m going home, and you kids should go home too.”
“OK.”
“OK.”
They left but Chocuna realized the farther he went, the farther he was away from home and less likely that he will beat his mother home. So he had to end in 38th place. He flew home knowing a shortcut so that he wouldn’t get caught. When he got home, his home was very quiet and…his mother was there.
Chocuna could feel his heart beating fast as his mother started speaking,
“Why were you out of the house?”
“Umm…I was just taking a stroll, while everybody was at the race.”
“What place are you in Chocuna?”
“38th.”
“That is dangerous! You will never do that again, OK?”
“OK.”
Unfortunately that day Matuda won the first round of the racing.
The next day, Chocuna’s mother left and Chocuna waited while the blind bat guarded the door, Chocuna was smart enough to know that the blind bat could hear everything that he was doing.
Suddenly, an idea struck Chocuna,
“Hey look! My mom is in second!”
The blind bat looked at the race as if he could see it.
“No, she’s not.”
But when that happened, Chocuna was out the door to the race.
When Chocuna was at the race everybody was racing. Chocuna was late, so he had to start in 51st place.
Because all of the bats that he was near couldn’t fly very fast he went ahead faster than you can say uncle Earl, I broke my wing.
He was in 20th place.
Chocuna saw the wise bat just ahead of him in 19th place. He made his voice sound very deep so that he wouldn’t sound like himself.
When he was passing the wise bat, the wise bat noticed him. Lucky for Chocuna it was dark out.
But the wise bat started to speak to Chocuna.
“Oh, Herald, is that you?”
Chocuna thought about saying no, but then how he said no the wise bat would know it was him, so he was forced to say:
“Yes.”
“Where did you come from Harold?”
Chocuna paused.
“Harold?”
This was Chocuna’s time to escape.
He decided to zoom ahead. Unfortunately, he saw his mother up ahead and… she looked at him. Luckily for Chocuna there was a bat ahead of him that he decided to duck behind. Chocuna went as low as he could to the ground so nobody could see him.
He was getting tired with 20 minutes left in the race and he…wait a second! Chocuna looked up, and he saw Matuda behind him, which could only mean one thing, he was in first!
When Chocuna was done partying he realized he was in second now just behind Matuda with…2 minutes to go and Chocuna was forced to go up to the regular level so he could tell how far behind he was, he was behind by 1 bat length and with one minute to go.
He zoomed and was ahead away from the lead, when he realized… it wasn’t Matuda in first it was young Monusha and he was fast! 10 seconds to go and they were tied; 9 seconds, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, and Chocuna took the lead! 0, Chocuna won!
Matuda was still struggling to get in the top five and finished in sixth.
Now everybody knew that Chocuna got out of the house.
Now for Chocuna everything was hopeless. There was only one thing to do, scream and run around in circles, and Chocuna did the only thing to do. Of course he wanted to brag to everybody, but he decided to go home. There was no point in rushing home because his mother already knew he raced, so he flew slowly home.
When he was flying home he realized that even if he didn’t race the next day it was possible for him to win!
When Chocuna got home he was surprised to find his mother clapping for him and not being very angry, but that wore off.
“Good job, but I’m putting extra security so it is impossible for you to go out tomorrow,” his mother said.
“Fine, be that way.”
As you can imagine Chocuna found a way to break through the extra security and got lucky that it was right away or he would be in trouble and would have no chance at first. He got out of the house fast enough to start the race in a good 3rd spot. He raced as hard as he could and his mother was in first, wait a second, his mother was in first? Yes, indeed, his mother was in first and Matuda was in second.
It stayed like this for basically the whole race.
Later Chocuna zoomed ahead as fast as he could and he was in second and now in first but he stumbled before the finish line but got up for second and in the whole event he was in…second.
Even though Chocuna didn’t get first everybody respected him from that day on.
And he lived happily ever after.

The End

Goober

c15jg — Tue, 06 Mar 2007 17:19:17 +0000

I went to a kids blogs whose nickname is Goober. His class is located in Fairbanks, Alaska. He has a very interesting post on Planet Warfare and an interesting post on Empire Earth II. He seems to be a very nice guy only his nickname is kind of weird. If it was possible I would like to meet Goober. He seems nice. But what do I know, I only saw his blog.

Who is Edymion Spring?

c15jg — Thu, 01 Mar 2007 17:04:23 +0000

The fantastic book by Mathew Skelton is a great adverture book as well as a fantasy book. When a boy named Blake who seems to be the only person who can read the words on the page of Endymion Spring the book that has been a wonder for people who want the Last Book to keep. Endymion Spring rumor has it, it will guide the person who owns it. The Last Book gives all power to the owner. Blake takes Endymion Spring so Endymion Spring will guide him to the Last book and he can keep Endymion Spring and the Last Book safe. What happens next, find out by reading Endymion Spring

Bruno

c15jg — Wed, 28 Feb 2007 17:28:25 +0000

I went to a kid Bruno’s blog in NYC. He is in mr. Brune’s class. In their class as well as ours there is a house blog and the kids have their own blogs, there are many kid blogs around the world but these have great posts.
These children as well as the children in our class are very lucky to have a class blog and their own blog.

enickles — Mon, 26 Feb 2007 21:13:38 +0000