Hi. What we did next was start drawings. For example:
Pretty cool, huh. If you like them please leave a comment by clicking on the comment button. But anyway, I had a lot of fun drawing with my partner, c16rc, and recommend you go check that blog.
Over and out.
Okay! Next we worked on our comics. I’m working on my script. Mine is a sort of comedy! In it, Alice and her cat, Dina, see a white rabbit. They chase it and fall down a rabbit hole, (rough draft).
A:“Ahhh. Dina, I am sooo bored.”
D:“Meow”
R:”Oh! I am late late for an important date!”
A: “Dina did you see that!?”
D: “Meow”
Pursuit:
A: “Huh, heh, heh, Whoa, this guy’s fast!”
D: “Meow!”
A: “Ooh! A rabitt hole!”
D: “Meow!”
A“AHHHHHHHHHHHHetc… DINA THIS IS SOOO FREAKING WEIRD!!!!!!!!!!!”
D: “MEOOOW! HISSSSSSSSSS!”
A: “Ouch! Dina are you OKAYE?”
D: “Uh, meow?”
A: “Dina, did you just TALK!?”
D: “Well…I’ve always had a very large vocabulary, yet under the circumstances I had to keep it secret. Now I’m explaining that I really am very well educated.”
Fog……………………………………………………………………..
A: “Ugh, my head! When I fell I must have gotten nocked out. You can’t really talk, can you Dina?”
Silence…
D: “Mew.”
A: “Good. Now let’s go.”
They both walk down a loooooong hallway.
A: “Ooh! A door! It’s too small for me to fit through. L ”
D: “Mew.”
Dina rubbs against a small green bottle.
A: “What did you find there, Dina?”
D: “Meow.”
It says drink me.
A: “It says drink me! Okay!”
She drinks it.
A: “WHAT THE…Ook! What a queer feeling!”
And so on and so forth…
Oh! And don’t forget: I worked on this with a partner; c16rc.
The link is to my partner’s blog. So if you like my post, chances are you might like my partner’s!
Thank you for reading my post and I hope you enjoy my comic when it comes out.
Hi! For studying Alice we:
Not so long ago, high, high up in the cliffs and ledges of the Catskills there lived a falcon named Peregrinus who never broke a promise. She was the most beautiful falcon in all the mountains. She had a very muscular build, pitch-black plumage, golden talons, and a body built for speed and agility. Her plumage was whisked flat at a very rakish angle for she cold dive for prey from above cloud level. She was very kind and always put her prey out of misery quickly. Her mother had died of avian flu when she was very young and her father… well… for that, I’ll have to tell another story.One day shortly after her mother had died, her father went out hunting. He had just married a new wife and she had gone with him. A few hours later the stepmother came flying back over the mountains.She landed and, trying to conceal her glee, said, “Your father and I were hunting when he saw a rabbit. He dove and when he disappeared beneath the treetops, there was a terrific noise. He never came back up.”Soon after, the stepmother laid two more eggs and that’s when the trouble started. Peregrinus had two new stepsisters to deal with now, Falco and Icelandus.Peregrinus grew up more beautiful than anyone else. Her stepsisters envied her beauty and bossed her around under the name of Cinderfalcon. It was Cinderfalcon this and Cinderfalcon that from dawn ‘till dusk. One day, when Cinderfalcon was just about to change the feathers in the nest, a crow, (the royal messenger), came flying by.“All females are required to come to the prince’s hunt!!! CRAW!!! Whoever gives him the most prey, he will have as a mate!!! CRAW!!!”And faster than a falcon can dive, (which is up to 275 miles per hour), that little ledge was all in a dither. Oh, how the stepsisters longed to become princesses, but they knew Cinderfalcon was far more beautiful. And for that reason, the stepfamily devised a plan.On the day of the ball, the sisters told Peregrinus to fluff their feathers, clean the pellets up, change the feathers in the nest, and finally, catch a pheasant, eat it, clean up the bones and catch more. By the time the hunt started, Peregrinus was only half done. She did not stop, for she never broke a promise. She started to weep, but suddenly she heard the gentle flapping of wings and a snow-white gyr (pronounced jer) falcon landed before her.“Hello. Do you mind if I watch?”“Not at all.” Peregrinus said“Why is a pretty girl like you here and not at the hunt?”“Well, why is a gyr falcon all the way in the Catskills? I thought you lived in the arctic regions.”“I’m just migrating through.” He replied.Silence.“You know,” said the gyr falcon finally, “if you really want to go to the hunt, I think we could arrange that. I am not used to hunting in forests and I am hungry. If I finish your chores, you can go to the hunt.”“Oh! Thank you!” cried Peregrinus.“But remember,” said the gyr falcon, “that when the moon reaches its full height, you must come back and catch me some dinner.”“Oh, don’t worry,” said Peregrinus. And remember; she never broke a promise.The hunt was marvelous; she caught a 16-pound pheasant and the prince fell instantly in love with her. He looked exactly like her except he was smaller and his plumage wasn’t as black.They hunted together for hours and when Peregrinus was chasing a squirrel, she stuck her foot in the tiny hole it went into. The prince was amazed at how small her foot was.They hunted until the moon was visible over the trees.When Peregrinus saw what was about to happen, she climbed high in to the night and sped away at full tilt, for she never broke a promise.The next day, after searching the skies all night, the prince went to his father and said, “Father, I am in love. But last night my love disappeared. I am determined to find her.”“But son,” the king replied, “We don’t even know her name!”The prince suddenly remembered and said, “Wait! When we were hunting, her foot fit in a remarkably small hole. Whoever can fit their foot into that hole shall be my mate.”The next daybreak, the royal messenger flew by at top speed.“Whoever wants to be the prince’s mate must report to the big old beech tree immediately! CRAWWWWWWW!!!!!”Once again, the stepfamily started to get nervous. They preened their feathers and cleaned their beaks. Finally, they started off without Peregrinus. After Peregrinus was sure that they were out of sight, she started off behind them.When she reached the tree, she found a whole line of falcons there and, up at the front of the line, was the prince. Quickly, she got in line and waited.And she waited.And she waited.And she waited.And she waited.And she waited.And she waited.Finally, she reached the front of the line and suddenly, she saw a flash of recognition in the prince’s eyes. Quickly, but gracefully, she slipped her foot into the hole. It fit perfectly.“At last!” cried the prince, “I have found my true love! Will you marry me?” he asked.“Yes,” she answered.
And remember, she never broke a
promise.
Hello! In class we have been reading a book called Good Masters! Sweet Ladies! We each got to pick a character from the book and read his or her poem. Mine is about is a falconer’s son. (See Podcast Bellow)
I picked this poem because I LOVE birds!!!!!!!!
Hello! 
! I just read a book called Sarah Margru Kinson. I thought it was really sad that a young Mende girl was taken away from her home in Sierra Leone and smuggled illegally into the United States of America to be a slave for white men. I think it was very cool how the author kept saying, “I dreamed of Africa. I dreamed of home.” Monica Edinger, 1998. The illustrations are very good and I liked the pictures when she was dreaming of home. They were very elaborate and it made me feel bright and happy! What surprised me was how mean people can be just about someone’s skin color and religion. I learned that parents sometimes pawn their children for food and crops. I noticed that it has Cinderella elements to it and it’s sort of a riches to rags to riches story. I would like to know how her father felt about pawning her. At the end of this post, I posted a picture of a collage and a poem I did about how a boy found a rusty nail to pick the locks on everyone’s shackles.
Nola Buddies
When I found out that I was going to a buddy/pen pal from New Orleans, I was very excited, but also very nervous at the same time. I was nervous because I was thinking: what will we have in common? What will be different about us? Will we be good pen pals to each other? Will my pen pal be the same gender as me? I had so many questions! It turned out that my buddy is a boy, we don’t have many things in common, and he was a good pen pal. All of our buddies are in 3rd Grade and they all go to the same school, the Lusher School. Later on, I found out that the Lusher School (and other schools in New Orleans) were planting a tree nursery to help save the trees in the wetlands, I felt really happy. It felt good to be pen pals with someone that was doing a little job to help save the wetlands in their environment.
Since the start of when we got our buddies (the start of the school year), we have been continuing to learn about them and they have been learning about us. New Orleans celebrates Mardi Gras (pronounced Mardee-Gra), the day before Ash Wednesday. Translated in English, Mardi Gras means Fat Tuesday! New Orleans is continuing to rebuild after Hurricane Katrina, which hit in 2005. The Louisiana State Bird is the Pelican. The Lusher School is planting a tree nursery because that certain type of tree is being chopped down by an animal in the wetlands called the Nutria. The nutria is very closely related to the beaver.
Hello!! I’m a student at The Dalton School. I just saw a school production of The Tempest, By William Shakespeare. It was very interesting to see a playwright written 300 years ago, (and spoken like that ,too), reenacted in 2008. I thought it was very good and think that a Broadway production couldn’t have been better.
I have been reading a historical fiction book called ” How I Became an American.” It is about a boy from Heimburg, Siebenbürgen, part of Austria-Hungary. This is a good example of historical fiction because it has a lot of history involved. The author had to study geography because the family had to travel a lot of places and she has to track them. Also, the author had to study history to know how the town was founded. The author has also used a lot of detail and to me, detail is very important. She also had to learn their language spoken.
In terms of writing, I think it is pretty good. She used similies and metaphors and the story is very intruiging. I suggest you read it.
