Welcome to our Coney Island Pre-GED class blog! We meet twice per week at the Brooklyn Public Library and are committed to making a change and pursuing our goals in life. Please meet Maria, Kim, Jesus, Natalie, Eddie, Philipp, Ousseynou, Quwanna, Polly, Denis, David, Glacier, Mandy, Lois, and Karen!
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Gone High Tech
You may have noticed, teacher,
I am not in school today
But the tape deck on my desk
Will record each word you say
Switch on my laptop's Webcam
When you have something to show
And if you pass out homework
Find my fax number below
I’ve a pager and cell phone
So I won’t be hard to reach
Since I don’t need to be in class
I’ll do lessons at the beach
I am not in school today
But the tape deck on my desk
Will record each word you say
Switch on my laptop's Webcam
When you have something to show
And if you pass out homework
Find my fax number below
I’ve a pager and cell phone
So I won’t be hard to reach
Since I don’t need to be in class
I’ll do lessons at the beach
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
WELCOME SUMMER CYCLE STUDENTS!
Hello, everyone!
Here is the homework due NEXT WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 4TH:
*New Students*: Math Workbook- pp. 11-13
*Returning Students*: Math Workbook- pp. 30-33
Also, you should be collecting and reading articles for your news article group about the topic you chose. Then:
1. Write the 5 w's and H for each article (who, what, where, when, why, how).
2. Write questions that you have about what you are reading (these questions will help you find new articles to build your knowledge base).
3. Find a new article that helps you answer the questions. Write down the answers.
Please comment if you have any questions! Good luck!
Karen
Here is the homework due NEXT WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 4TH:
*New Students*: Math Workbook- pp. 11-13
*Returning Students*: Math Workbook- pp. 30-33
Also, you should be collecting and reading articles for your news article group about the topic you chose. Then:
1. Write the 5 w's and H for each article (who, what, where, when, why, how).
2. Write questions that you have about what you are reading (these questions will help you find new articles to build your knowledge base).
3. Find a new article that helps you answer the questions. Write down the answers.
Please comment if you have any questions! Good luck!
Karen
Hey, what's going on class.. Hope you guys are all doing well.. As for me I'm just living my life to the fullest, tkaeing it day by day.. When I had frist came to this class I felt missed placed. I though I didnt belong here.. Afetr coming for awhile I stared to like it.. I hope by the end of this class I can go on and get my G.E.D. I hope the same for all.. Well I'm new to this web site dont have much to say..lol Untill we meet again.. Have a good day.. chow..
the murphy family reunion
The Murphy Family Reunion is August 6,7,8 2010 in Tennesse I hope to have a good time on my family reunion even thought three of my sisters are not going because they dont have the money to travel to that state. I am going to have a wonderful time there cause i never been there before and its alot of stuff around the area for me to do We have to leave on a thursday to get there on friday and we will leave on sunday to get back on monday so i will miss that monday class
I'm going away for two weeks
Hi guys. I'm not going to be here for the next two weeks. I'm going to Pine Bush Bible Camp upstate. Pine Bush Bible Camp is a camp where you can have fun and learn about the LORD. Don't worry. I'll see everybody on August 16, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
establishing the authors voice
I have a question to whomever feels they can answer it, or whoever just wants to comment.
Do I necessarily Have to establish the author's voice in the beginning of the story?
or can I just sneak it in there anywhere?, like I have been doing
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Yeah, I know it's pitiful
I feel that my characters are either too squeaky clean or my evil characters are too obvious.
Or both.
I read about that in one of those Ralf Fletcher books.
I should have Robert woodstock pull out a gun and shoot George wilkenson.
Since he's such a cliche for a villain anyway.
That would be one less problem.
sigh...yeah
Oh thanks Karen,for the advice on my last writing peace draft.
Could you list the punctuation mistakes that I made please?
woodstock thunder third draft
It was a scorching hot summer morning of 1922 .The sun rose high over the Woodstock farm ,triumphantly chasing the moon back to it's shadowy retreat.
Artemis Riel Woodstock woke suddenly at 7AM to the sound of crows having a buffet out of this springs harvest.
It became clear to him that his paper mache scarecrow wasn't getting the job done.Art had recently requested of his father that he be allowed to construct a new scarecrow for the farm .The last one had mysteriously caught fire and almost set fire to a third of the farms crops. Art's father suspected the Wilkinson brothers, who were always trying to sabotage his plans.Art saw this as a great opportunity to earn some extra cash from his father.
''What in God's name is going on out there''Art's father yelled as he pulled open the window to his bedroom.
By this time Art was already in the fields fending off the shadowy black vermin with a broomstick.
''Uuh ,nothing Dad, just feeding the chickens.Feeding the chickens? he thought, what a ridiculous excuse for an excuse.I might as well have said the chickens were being abducted by aliens.His father's continued shouting brought Art back to earth.
''Well,try to keep it down. Your mother's trying to sleep.I'll be down in a minute'',his father said from within his room.
Robert Riel Woodstock was a moderately tall man whose' neighbors called him Woodstock willow.His gnarled, boney and vein filled hands and arms, along with his shaggy faded hair gave one the impression of a weeping willow tree.He was also of Native American and Scottish decent.
While his wife was African American.
''Egg soup again Lillian?''Robert said jokingly to his swan like daughter, as he walked past the kitchen.
''Well maybe if Mom was ever awake this early, she could tell me how she makes her omelets''Lillian said, her soft nugget candy skin changing to white chocolate in the sunlight as she wrestled with the fried eggs.{Please don't take this the wrong way. I'm just trying to use figurative language. }
I'd be exhausted to if i had to deal with you meddlesome kids all day long''.Her father said laughing as he stepped over his youngest child Lucy who was playing with Lego's in the middle of the hallway floor.
Lillian threw a damp rag at her Father's already damp looking willow head, as he hurried though the door.
Robert found his two sons talking in the field.
''You call that a scarecrow?Art's stocky older brother Benjamin said ,setting a stack of hay down that he brought back from the stables.Lucy has dolls that look scarier than that ''He continued as there father approached.
''Aw Pop,you know Lilly couldn't drive cattle to save her life''.Ben said as he sat on the stack of hay.
''I heard that'' Lillian yelled from the living room window.
''Yeah,well their's a lot more were that came from, so consider yourself lucky.Benjamin said his arms out wide as he walked towards the house.
Just then they heard a loud crash coming from within the house.Soon after Lillian cam running through the front door with a piping hot spatuler in hand.
''Oh hell naw'' Ben said flying past his brother in the opposite direction.
''Ouch''Robert said, feeling the hot sting of the spatuler as he restrained his oldest child.
Through the camotion Art directed everyones attention to a blood red pickup truck pulling into there driveway.
TO BE CONTINUED ..........Again
Artemis Riel Woodstock woke suddenly at 7AM to the sound of crows having a buffet out of this springs harvest.
It became clear to him that his paper mache scarecrow wasn't getting the job done.Art had recently requested of his father that he be allowed to construct a new scarecrow for the farm .The last one had mysteriously caught fire and almost set fire to a third of the farms crops. Art's father suspected the Wilkinson brothers, who were always trying to sabotage his plans.Art saw this as a great opportunity to earn some extra cash from his father.
''What in God's name is going on out there''Art's father yelled as he pulled open the window to his bedroom.
By this time Art was already in the fields fending off the shadowy black vermin with a broomstick.
''Uuh ,nothing Dad, just feeding the chickens.Feeding the chickens? he thought, what a ridiculous excuse for an excuse.I might as well have said the chickens were being abducted by aliens.His father's continued shouting brought Art back to earth.
''Well,try to keep it down. Your mother's trying to sleep.I'll be down in a minute'',his father said from within his room.
Robert Riel Woodstock was a moderately tall man whose' neighbors called him Woodstock willow.His gnarled, boney and vein filled hands and arms, along with his shaggy faded hair gave one the impression of a weeping willow tree.He was also of Native American and Scottish decent.
While his wife was African American.
''Egg soup again Lillian?''Robert said jokingly to his swan like daughter, as he walked past the kitchen.
''Well maybe if Mom was ever awake this early, she could tell me how she makes her omelets''Lillian said, her soft nugget candy skin changing to white chocolate in the sunlight as she wrestled with the fried eggs.{Please don't take this the wrong way. I'm just trying to use figurative language. }
I'd be exhausted to if i had to deal with you meddlesome kids all day long''.Her father said laughing as he stepped over his youngest child Lucy who was playing with Lego's in the middle of the hallway floor.
Lillian threw a damp rag at her Father's already damp looking willow head, as he hurried though the door.
Robert found his two sons talking in the field.
''You call that a scarecrow?Art's stocky older brother Benjamin said ,setting a stack of hay down that he brought back from the stables.Lucy has dolls that look scarier than that ''He continued as there father approached.
''We'll worry about the scare crow later'' there father said standing by the barn with his arms folded.Today is a very important day for all of us.''Today is the day that we drive three score of cattle to greydey farm.Now I want You both to be on Your best behavior, because your sister is coming with us.The two of you are enough trouble as it is''.
''Aw Pop,you know Lilly couldn't drive cattle to save her life''.Ben said as he sat on the stack of hay.
''I heard that'' Lillian yelled from the living room window.
''Yeah,well their's a lot more were that came from, so consider yourself lucky.Benjamin said his arms out wide as he walked towards the house.
Just then they heard a loud crash coming from within the house.Soon after Lillian cam running through the front door with a piping hot spatuler in hand.
''Oh hell naw'' Ben said flying past his brother in the opposite direction.
''Ouch''Robert said, feeling the hot sting of the spatuler as he restrained his oldest child.
Through the camotion Art directed everyones attention to a blood red pickup truck pulling into there driveway.
''What do the wilkenson brothers want now'' Robert sighed shaking his head.
''Good mornin'' George Wilkenson said as he steped out of the truck.George Wilkenson had a very piggish face with plump round cheeks ,pinkish skin and large nostrils.His shaggy mustache and forked beard added to his odd appearance.He was also 5 ft 4 in tall and had a bulging stomach.
''A fine day for driving cattle''Burt Wilkenson said,his head held high tacking in the breeze.Burt Wilkenson was ten inches taller than his older brother George.I swear, this guy could have easily past for a sack of potato's that had suddenly come to life.His huge oddly shaped wart riddled muscles, tanned and ashy skin, and bulb shaped head gave him a very spud like appearance.
''What is this about'' Robert said walking towards the Wilkenson brothers.
''We're just here to tell you not to worry about the deal from Greydey farms''George Wilkenson snickered.
''We'll be taking that off your hands'' Burt Wilkenson said.
''But Bob Greydey said first come first serve'' robert said with his hand out wide in exclamation.
{crap ,I'm running out of ideas for blocking.}
''Well I guess that means us then.But thats all for now,weve got work to do''.George wilkenson laughed as they piled back into the truck and drove off.
The woodstock family wasted no time in prepairing for the journey.They were packed and on the road in no time.
Their course was an easy one at first,wide open fields and shaded valleys.Then, well then the Wilkenson brothers happened.
{I'm not sure wether this should be a knew chapter or not}
Lilian was a great help when they crossed the Walawakah river.Her loud voice and fiery temper scared the entire herd of cattle across the shallow stream as the Wilkenson brothers tried to flood it.
As they passed through the cateract desert Art thought he saw a sand storm to the north.He informed his father of this.Now, I couldn't tell you if it was a sand storm or not because I'm not sure weather or not their are sand storms in western deserts.Art's father didn't seem to think so as he hopped off his saddle and pressed his body against the earth to listen.He then lifted his head.His face deathly pale and his eye's opened so wide his children thought they would pop out of their sockets.
"What's wrong Dad" Ben said breathing heavily.
''We won't be able to make that detour northwest to hillside vale as I had planed'' Robert said as he remounted his horse.
"Why not'' art said
''I'll explain later'' their father said as he steered his horse directly westward.
TO BE CONTINUED ..........Again
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
their scedule isn't working for me
New horizons class schedule doesn't fit my schedule .
With the class schedule and job readiness class schedule combined I wont be able to attend the study group sessions at the learning center.
I plan to sign up for weekend GED classes at laguardia community college.
The registration date for September classes is July 14
I will continue attending New Horizons' GED classes until september.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Woodstock thunder second draft
It was a scorching hot summer morning of 1922 .The sun rose high over the Woodstock farm ,triumphantly chasing the moon back to it's shadowy retreat.
Artemis Riel Woodstock woke suddenly at 7AM to the sound of crows having a buffet out of this springs harvest.
It became clear to him that his paper mache scarecrow wasn't getting the job done.Art had recently requested of his father that he be allowed to construct a new scarecrow for the farm .The last one had mysteriously caught fire and almost set fire to a third of the farms crops. Art's father suspected the Wilkinson brothers, who were always trying to sabotage his plans.Art saw this as a great opportunity to earn some extra cash from his father.
''What in God's name is going on out there''Art's father yelled as he pulled open the window to his bedroom.
By this time Art was already in the fields fending off the shadowy black vermin with a broomstick.
''Uuh ,nothing Dad, just feeding the chickens.Feeding the chickens? he thought, what a ridiculous excuse for an excuse.I might as well have said the chickens were being abducted by aliens.His father's continued shouting brought Art back to earth.
''Well,try to keep it down. Your mother's trying to sleep.I'll be down in a minute'',his father said from within his room.
Robert Riel Woodstock was a moderately tall man whose' neighbors called him Woodstock willow.His gnarled, bony and vein filled hands and arms, along with his shaggy faded hair gave one the impression of a weeping willow tree.He was also of Native American and Scottish decent.
While his wife was African American.
''Egg soup again Lillian?''Robert said jokingly to his swan like daughter, as he walked past the kitchen.
''Well maybe if Mom was ever awake this early, she could tell me how she makes her omelets''Lillian said, as she wrestled with the fried eggs.
I'd be exhausted to if i had to deal with you meddlesome kids all day long''.Her father said laughing as he stepped over his youngest child Lucy who was playing with Lego's in the middle of the hallway floor.
Lillian threw a damp rag at her Father's already damp looking willow head, as he hurried though the door.
Robert found his two sons talking in the field.
''You call that a scarecrow?Art's stocky older brother Benjamin said ,setting a stack of hay down that he brought back from the stables.Lucy has dolls that look scarier than that ''He continued as there father approached.
''Aw Pop,you know Lilly couldn't drive cattle to save her life''.Ben said as he sat on the stack of hay.
''I heard that'' Lillian yelled from the living room window.
''Yeah,well their's a lot more were that came from, so consider yourself lucky.Benjamin said his arms out wide as he walked towards the house.
Just then they heard a loud crash coming from within the house.Soon after Lillian cam running through the front door with a piping hot spatuler in hand.
''Oh hell naw'' Ben said flying past his brother in the opposite direction.
''Ouch''Robert said, feeling the hot sting of the spatuler as he restrained his oldest child.
Through the camotion Art directed everyones attention to a blood red pickup truck pulling into there driveway.
TO BE CONTINUED
Artemis Riel Woodstock woke suddenly at 7AM to the sound of crows having a buffet out of this springs harvest.
It became clear to him that his paper mache scarecrow wasn't getting the job done.Art had recently requested of his father that he be allowed to construct a new scarecrow for the farm .The last one had mysteriously caught fire and almost set fire to a third of the farms crops. Art's father suspected the Wilkinson brothers, who were always trying to sabotage his plans.Art saw this as a great opportunity to earn some extra cash from his father.
''What in God's name is going on out there''Art's father yelled as he pulled open the window to his bedroom.
By this time Art was already in the fields fending off the shadowy black vermin with a broomstick.
''Uuh ,nothing Dad, just feeding the chickens.Feeding the chickens? he thought, what a ridiculous excuse for an excuse.I might as well have said the chickens were being abducted by aliens.His father's continued shouting brought Art back to earth.
''Well,try to keep it down. Your mother's trying to sleep.I'll be down in a minute'',his father said from within his room.
Robert Riel Woodstock was a moderately tall man whose' neighbors called him Woodstock willow.His gnarled, bony and vein filled hands and arms, along with his shaggy faded hair gave one the impression of a weeping willow tree.He was also of Native American and Scottish decent.
While his wife was African American.
''Egg soup again Lillian?''Robert said jokingly to his swan like daughter, as he walked past the kitchen.
''Well maybe if Mom was ever awake this early, she could tell me how she makes her omelets''Lillian said, as she wrestled with the fried eggs.
I'd be exhausted to if i had to deal with you meddlesome kids all day long''.Her father said laughing as he stepped over his youngest child Lucy who was playing with Lego's in the middle of the hallway floor.
Lillian threw a damp rag at her Father's already damp looking willow head, as he hurried though the door.
Robert found his two sons talking in the field.
''You call that a scarecrow?Art's stocky older brother Benjamin said ,setting a stack of hay down that he brought back from the stables.Lucy has dolls that look scarier than that ''He continued as there father approached.
''We'll worry about the scare crow later'' there father said standing by the barn with his arms folded.Today is a very important day for all of us.''Today is the day that we drive three score of cattle to greydey farm.Now I want You both to be on Your best behavior, because your sister is coming with us.The two of you are enough trouble as it is''.
''Aw Pop,you know Lilly couldn't drive cattle to save her life''.Ben said as he sat on the stack of hay.
''I heard that'' Lillian yelled from the living room window.
''Yeah,well their's a lot more were that came from, so consider yourself lucky.Benjamin said his arms out wide as he walked towards the house.
Just then they heard a loud crash coming from within the house.Soon after Lillian cam running through the front door with a piping hot spatuler in hand.
''Oh hell naw'' Ben said flying past his brother in the opposite direction.
''Ouch''Robert said, feeling the hot sting of the spatuler as he restrained his oldest child.
Through the camotion Art directed everyones attention to a blood red pickup truck pulling into there driveway.
''What do the wilkenson brothers want now'' Robert sighed shaking his head.
''Good mornin'' george wilkenson said.
''A fine day for driving cattle''Burt Wilkenson said
TO BE CONTINUED
Saturday, July 3, 2010
what i'm passionate about
Hi karen ,monday you asked me what i'm passionate about .
I was caught off gaurd because I've never really asked myself that question before .
I mean, there are some things that I would like to progress in like my education and career.
But,I would have to say that I am very passionate about being a father figure for my younger brothers and sisters.
You see, my father has never really been home much{because of his jobs}, so I've been trying to help my mother out with as much as possible.
Even now that i am no longer living at home.
I may not be very good at it ,but I intend to keep improving.
It's not just for them though, I would feel obligated to be a roll model for anyone who needs one.
When I see them struggling to succeed, I see myself.
Quote by Tiger Woods:
If you are given a chance to be a role model, I think you should always take it because you can influence a person's life in a positive light, and that's what I want to do. That's what it's all about.
Tiger Woods
Tiger Woods
I just didn't want to leave your question unanswered.
That is ,I would like to put very influential and positive ideas into books.
Not that It's never been done before.
And I'll be sure to dedicate my first bestseller to you Karen{if I ever get that far that is}.
preferably a bestseller so that everyone will know what a positive infuence you have been to your students.
''I made it I'm in''
Yo, it was crazy at new horizons.
Everybody was gettin mad at the examiners and counsilers for not telling them ahead of time that they may be put on a waiting list before they can attend classes.
But thank God I was chosen to attend classes immediately .
Now the only problem is my schedule.
I was so busy trying to hurry and get enrolled in a school before the summer that I didn't bother checking to see if anyone had weekend or evening classes.
Soooo,I 'll probably be kind of late for the study group sessions at the learning center.
the classes are on the weekdays.