c16uw » Uncategorized http://blogs.dalton.org/c16uw Thu, 12 Nov 2009 21:27:30 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 en hourly 1 © blogs.admin@dalton.org () blogs.admin@dalton.org() blogs.admin@dalton.org No no http://blogs.dalton.org/c16uw/wp-content/plugins/podpress/images/powered_by_podpress.jpg c16uw http://blogs.dalton.org/c16uw 144 144 Forgive My Fins By Tera Lynn Childs http://blogs.dalton.org/c16uw/2009/11/12/forgive-my-fins-by-tera-lynn-childs/ http://blogs.dalton.org/c16uw/2009/11/12/forgive-my-fins-by-tera-lynn-childs/#comments Thu, 12 Nov 2009 20:49:17 +0000 c16uw http://blogs.dalton.org/c16uw/?p=69 Forgive My Fins by Tera Lynn Childs, coming out June, 2010, was a pretty good book, even though I don’t really like romance. Even though it would be labeled under romance, I think it has some comedy in it. I usually like comedy and something else that’s not romance, but Forgive My Fins was alright for a certain .

Forgive My Fins is about Lily-a Thalassinian princess, a mermaid, that has discovered that she is half human. She is going to Seaview High, a high school that is about to have one of its dances. After admiring from afar, Lily decides to ask out Brady, who is the reson why she stays on land. But, when Quince, her annoying biker-boy neighbor, asks if she needs any help, she has to agree, because she just can’t ask Brady out. When mermaids kiss a person, they ‘bond’, which means that they fall in deep love, and the human (if there is one) will start to become a mermaid (or merman). This is what Lily plans to do with Brody, but with a twist of mistaken identity this book dramatically changes.

This book is ages 12+ and grades 7+. Well, thats what the book says it is. Tera Lynn Childs has a unique writing style, when she is talking through Lily’s perspective. She uses under-sea terms, like ‘flipper-fast’ or ‘Damselfish’, a mermaids vocabulary. I think she over uses it a bit actually.

All in all, this book was 6/10(It was sort of good, not my style, but good), and if you want to read it, go ahead.

]]> http://blogs.dalton.org/c16uw/2009/11/12/forgive-my-fins-by-tera-lynn-childs/feed/ 1 The Wizard of Oz and a little bit of alice in wonderland http://blogs.dalton.org/c16uw/2008/06/10/the-wizard-of-oz-and-a-little-bit-of-alice-in-wonderland/ http://blogs.dalton.org/c16uw/2008/06/10/the-wizard-of-oz-and-a-little-bit-of-alice-in-wonderland/#comments Tue, 10 Jun 2008 13:45:38 +0000 c16uw http://blogs.dalton.org/c16uw/2008/06/10/the-wizard-of-oz-and-a-little-bit-of-alice-in-wonderland/ I love The Wizard Of Oz Movie. I’s one of my favorite moives! The book and the movie is reeeeaaaallllllly different from the book. In the book Dorthy has silver slippers go to this link to find more different things. I love all the charaters, even though my favorite would have to be Toto. I think that is a very cool idea of having the dog kept in it if he was not I don’t seewhy I would like it. Oz sounds like a nice place and pretty too! Even though there are soooooooooooo many changes I think thy are for the better.

I think the Wizard of Oz is better even though this is a very hard question, for me. I like Dorothy better though she seems more adventurous then Alice. I like longer book and I like long books.

]]> http://blogs.dalton.org/c16uw/2008/06/10/the-wizard-of-oz-and-a-little-bit-of-alice-in-wonderland/feed/ 0 Last Post That I am VERRRRRY Sad To Write http://blogs.dalton.org/c16uw/2008/06/10/last-post-that-i-am-verrrrry-sad-to-write/ http://blogs.dalton.org/c16uw/2008/06/10/last-post-that-i-am-verrrrry-sad-to-write/#comments Tue, 10 Jun 2008 13:45:15 +0000 c16uw http://blogs.dalton.org/c16uw/2008/06/10/last-post-that-i-am-verrrrry-sad-to-write/ I am very sad to write this post. This is the post I’m dreading to write for it is the LAST! I wish it was not. I mean I had sooooooooooooo much fun writing! I wish I could still do it! I want the 5th grade teachers to do it too. I really hope they will. It was sooooooooooo much fun blogging with you! It was more fun seeing all your comments though. I also really liked expressing my feelings and letting the whole world know that I’m there. I am me. I rock. I wish 4th grade could last, but it never will. I wish there was a way to put a little frowny-face. Oh yeah :~( or should I do :[ (a lot of  people like that one). Have you ever blogged before it’s really fun! There’s a realllly hard way to do it so don’t try. So if you don’t go on and try! It will almost be this fun! I don’t think thats possible! This is going to be the last post I write because they will shut it down. You can still see what I wrote though you just can’t comment, and I just cant write. I hope if any 5th grade  teachers might teach at this school then please hear me that I want to do it again. Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Thats all. No more. It’s overrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

]]> http://blogs.dalton.org/c16uw/2008/06/10/last-post-that-i-am-verrrrry-sad-to-write/feed/ 0 http://blogs.dalton.org/c16uw/2008/03/12/19/ http://blogs.dalton.org/c16uw/2008/03/12/19/#comments Wed, 12 Mar 2008 17:00:50 +0000 c16uw http://blogs.dalton.org/c16uw/2008/03/12/19/ SILVER, GOLD, AND BRONZE
Once upon a time there was a girl named Star Dust. She was thin, with straight silver hair, lighter skin and deep blue eyes. She was the most beautiful girl you had ever seen, not mentioning how nice she was. She had once upon a time lived with her father and her mother, but her mom died.
Her father remarried soon after; now she had two stepsisters. Her father went to a city. He died there.
Star Dust’s stepsisters hated her; well, they were just really jealous of her. So they worked her day and night!
“Dust, come pull the weeds!” her stepsister Lioloc screamed.
“Dust, you forgot to polish my vase!” her other stepsister yelled.
Her stepmother bellowed “Dust, clean the house!” They even found a way to make fun of her name; “Dust” they called her. She was so dirty it suited her, so that’s what they called her.
One morning when was sewing a dress there was a knock on the door. It was the Royal Knock though, “Da da da da da, da da!”
All at once her sisters ran to the door. It looked like they were playing Leap Frog! Whoever got to the door first would see who was there. If Lioloc had not pushed Star Dust out of the way there would be chaos, chaos I tell you!
Star Dust heard whoever it was say, “Prince and ball.” And she knew the words meant mayhem.
The next few weeks were packed with work. Not only did she have to clean the house, but also she had to make the dresses, try them on the girls, do their hair, take off the dresses and help the girls by practicing their lines for Prince Mark III AND MORE!
It was the night before the ball! Star Dust’s stepsisters did not make her clean around the house. She just had to help her stepmother and stepsisters get in their dresses, get their hair done, practice their lines one more time, put their makeup on, finally get the bracelets and necklaces on them and send them to the ball.
Now Star Dust wanted to go too, but what her stepsisters said was true. She had no dress and no way to get there. She started to cry (I don’t blame her. That’s what I would do.). She was looking down with shame because she did not want her (dead) parents to see her like this.
Suddenly a bronze light shimmered out of the sky and the voice of her father said, “Do not be afraid, you will get your wish.” And the most beautiful silver dress came out of the sky with a pair of matching silver ballet flats.
She screamed long, loud, and clear,“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
(“OW! LOWER THE VOLUME UP THERE I’M TRYING TO READ, ABOUT YOU! I’m the narrator anyway!”)
But she still put it on and was the most beautiful girl you have ever seen (Not like she was not before).
She asked the voice that was like her Dad’s, “How can I get there?” The voice said she should not worry, but just sit back and enjoy the ride. At those words she had the most wonderful feeling. She could feel the wind blowing her hair around. Her silver hair was just as beautiful as the night sky itself.
One second she was in the night sky, flying. Then it was over and she was at the palace.
At last she heard the voice say, “I will take back my stuff at midnight. Come back before that. I will take you home.” She walked up those long, long stairs. When she finally got to the top she started descending the staircase in the ball hall. At the first step she took into the room, everybody looked up at her. Star Dust thought something was wrong with her! Was she more ugly than before? Had her dress fallen off!?! She noticed that the prince was wearing gold. They were two peas in a pod, gold and silver, two ones were going to be a two!
Was this good? She had no idea. Soon though she was in his arms and circling around the room. She had never noticed how handsome the prince was. He had blonde-ish hair, lighter skin, and always wore gold. If her stepsisters saw her, what would they do to her? It was so much fun, but they were the only ones on the floor! She was happy when she saw the wave of other dresses around the room.
The time was passing at the speed of light. Then she thought, just slow down, have a good time. Oh, but she could not! She was so worried that she lost spot of the time. It was very close to 12:00. She ran out of the room faster than she ever ran! The Prince followed her. She partly ran and partly fell, down the stairs. Her slipper had fallen off. What could she do? She could not go back and so she decided to leave it.
The prince went after her out and said, “I don’t even know your name.”
Star Dust felt bad for him. Then she remembered why she was running home! She was late. (She was just that kind of person.).
A little while later she was home. She sat by the fire and warmed herself up. Soon her stepsisters were home with her stepmom. They were all tired, so it was a good time to ask how the ball was.
Her stepsister said, “It was fun. There was this princess who the prince liked, but she ran away at 12:00. Strange, right?”
“Yes,” Star Dust said.
“Now stop talking to us, so we can get our beauty sleep!” her stepsisters said.
Why did they hate her so? She didn’t do anything to them. Did she? Was she a horrible girl? (If I was there I would tell her she wasn’t, but I’m just telling the story.)
The next day all the girls (Which is surprising that they let Star Dust come along, but it was to carry the bags) and their mom or stepmom, went to get a letter that the prince had written himself. It said:
All young and old, will you please be open for me, the prince to come to your house, beginning Saturday morning. I lost the one whom I love at the ball last night, but she has left a slipper. Will you please try it on? The girl it fits shall wed me the next morn! (And some other princely things.)
Now this was both very bad, and very good. Her stepsisters would work her day and night, but she would find and get married to the love of her dreams!
On Saturday all the family (all except for Star Dust, who was working) stayed on the sofa. (They went to sleep there too) The next day they took turns watching while the others got dressed.
At night he came! The prince was here! Although the stepsisters locked Star Dust in that dirty attic she listened through the floorboards to the screams and laughter. She picked the lock and went downstairs. Her stepsisters begged her not to try on the slipper. She wanted to listen to them (she was a good person) but she loved the prince. She tried on the slipper. It fit! They looked into each other’s eyes and fell in L-O-V-E, love!
The next morning they had the biggest wedding in the world! Star Dust (which was now to be her name) was wearing a beautiful silver dress, and prince Mark III was wearing gold. Her father (who was watching from above) was wearing bronze!

]]> http://blogs.dalton.org/c16uw/2008/03/12/19/feed/ 0 00:01:01 SILVER, GOLD, AND BRONZE Once upon a time there was a girl named Star Dust. She was thin, with straight silver hair, lighter skin and deep ... SILVER, GOLD, AND BRONZE Once upon a time there was a girl named Star Dust. She was thin, with straight silver hair, lighter skin and deep blue eyes. She was the most beautiful girl you had ever seen, not mentioning how nice she was. She had once upon a time lived with her father and her mother, but her mom died. Her father remarried soon after; now she had two stepsisters. Her father went to a city. He died there. Star Dustrsquo;s stepsisters hated her; well, they were just really jealous of her. So they worked her day and night! ldquo;Dust, come pull the weeds!rdquo; her stepsister Lioloc screamed. ldquo;Dust, you forgot to polish my vase!rdquo; her other stepsister yelled. Her stepmother bellowed ldquo;Dust, clean the house!rdquo; They even found a way to make fun of her name; ldquo;Dustrdquo; they called her. She was so dirty it suited her, so thatrsquo;s what they called her. One morning when was sewing a dress there was a knock on the door. It was the Royal Knock though, ldquo;Da da da da da, da da!rdquo; All at once her sisters ran to the door. It looked like they were playing Leap Frog! Whoever got to the door first would see who was there. If Lioloc had not pushed Star Dust out of the way there would be chaos, chaos I tell you! Star Dust heard whoever it was say, ldquo;Prince and ball.rdquo; And she knew the words meant mayhem. The next few weeks were packed with work. Not only did she have to clean the house, but also she had to make the dresses, try them on the girls, do their hair, take off the dresses and help the girls by practicing their lines for Prince Mark III AND MORE! It was the night before the ball! Star Dustrsquo;s stepsisters did not make her clean around the house. She just had to help her stepmother and stepsisters get in their dresses, get their hair done, practice their lines one more time, put their makeup on, finally get the bracelets and necklaces on them and send them to the ball. Now Star Dust wanted to go too, but what her stepsisters said was true. She had no dress and no way to get there. She started to cry (I donrsquo;t blame her. Thatrsquo;s what I would do.). She was looking down with shame because she did not want her (dead) parents to see her like this. Suddenly a bronze light shimmered out of the sky and the voice of her father said, ldquo;Do not be afraid, you will get your wish.rdquo; And the most beautiful silver dress came out of the sky with a pair of matching silver ballet flats. She screamed long, loud, and clear,ldquo;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!rdquo; (ldquo;OW! LOWER THE VOLUME UP THERE Irsquo;M TRYING TO READ, ABOUT YOU! Irsquo;m the narrator anyway!rdquo;) But she still put it on and was the most beautiful girl you have ever seen (Not like she was not before). She asked the voice that was like her Dadrsquo;s, ldquo;How can I get there?rdquo; The voice said she should not worry, but just sit back and enjoy the ride. At those words she had the most wonderful feeling. She could feel the wind blowing her hair around. Her silver hair was just as beautiful as the night sky itself. One second she was in the night sky, flying. Then it was over and she was at the palace. At last she heard the voice say, ldquo;I will take back my stuff at midnight. Come back before that. I will take you home.rdquo; She walked up those long, long stairs. When she finally got to the top she started descending the staircase in the ball hall. At the first step she took into the room, everybody looked up at her. Star Dust thought something was wrong with her! Was she more ugly than before? Had her dress fallen off!?! She noticed that the prince was wearing gold. They were two peas in a pod, gold and silver, two ones were going to be a two! Was this good? She had no idea. Soon though she was in his arms and circling around the room. She had never noticed how handsome the prince was. He had blonde-ish hair, lighter skin, and always wore gold. If her stepsisters saw her, what would they do t... Uncategorized blogs.admin@dalton.org no No Good Masters! Sweet Ladies! – Barbary http://blogs.dalton.org/c16uw/2008/03/04/good-masters-sweet-ladies-barbary/ http://blogs.dalton.org/c16uw/2008/03/04/good-masters-sweet-ladies-barbary/#comments Tue, 04 Mar 2008 20:20:44 +0000 c16uw http://blogs.dalton.org/c16uw/2008/03/04/good-masters-sweet-ladies-barbary/ Newbery winner Laura Amy Schlitz wrote a book called Good Masters! Sweet Ladies! Our class has a subject called Literary Salon and our teacher had the idea of reading the book and podcasting it, well that’s what you’re going to listen to in about a minuet. She gave us each a monologue that was from the book. My monologue is about Barbary, The Mud Slinger. The podcast is about that she has to brothers that go to the market… Well I don’t want to give away too much.

You might want turn on the volume a little of loud.

I got the authors name from Candlewick Press – Catolog .

]]> http://blogs.dalton.org/c16uw/2008/03/04/good-masters-sweet-ladies-barbary/feed/ 4 00:01:01 Newbery winner Laura Amy Schlitz wrote a book called Good Masters! Sweet Ladies! Our class has a subject called Literary Salon and our teacher had ... Newbery winner Laura Amy Schlitz wrote a book called Good Masters! Sweet Ladies! Our class has a subject called Literary Salon and our teacher had the idea of reading the book and podcasting it, well thatrsquo;s what yoursquo;re going to listen to in about a minuet. She gave us each a monologue that was from the book. My monologue is about Barbary, The Mud Slinger. The podcast is about that she has to brothers that go to the market... Well I donrsquo;t want to give away too much. You might want turn on the volume a little of loud. I got the authors name from Candlewick Press - Catolog . History,that,we,are,studying,,Uncategorized blogs.admin@dalton.org no No