Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Revised Versions of Poems Due on Monday

Hello, folks!

Please revise all poems and update them on the blog by this Monday. Also, please bring a copy of your revised poems to class so that we can share them and continue to revise them.

Think about purpose, tone, and imagery as you revise.

Good luck, and have a lovely weekend!
Karen

THE TREASURE I SEEK........

The treasure i seek
cant be found in the largest pyramid,
nor the deep end of the Sahara desert
or the dark end of the foerest.


My treasure can be found on 15th street.
His name is Justin Jr.,my grandson.
His pretty blond hair that glows
in the sun light,
his eyes that sparkle like marbles when he
smiles at me .


He is truly my traesure , my hero, my superstar.
He is the one who makes me feel like a kid again,
filling my life with happieness and joy.
I especially love the way he greets me at the
door smilling ear to ear ,with an high piched hi follwing after.

The time we spend together maens the world to me .
We always seem to have fun even
on the rainny , gloomy days.
I love to take him to the park and
see him grow right before my eyes.
Seeing how everything is new to him makes
me want to show him every beautiful thing that
the world will soon offer him.

One of my favorite memories with Justin and me,
was just this summer, me and him at the beach
making sand castles,
even if he tought throwing sand was help.
He was happy so i was happy .
As he gets older its sometimes crazy to se what he
learns even if it was not tought to him.

For example he loves football but im not to sure
how at 15 monthes he gets it,
he loves to yell touch down with his little
armes above his head.
He amazes me everyday.

I truly treasure our cartoon time together.
i love to see him dance at "YO GABBA GABBA"
and sing along with " DORA AND DIAGO".


I love my grandson alot he means
everything to me, helping and reminding me about
the important things in life.
He has changed the meaning of " BABY SITTING"
and turned it into a joy.
Justin Jr. , my amazing grandson is my
true treasure..
What,s up class I am having a fair day.Let,s keep up the good work.

One love

Unitylou

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

TO EVERYONE

Yesterday class was intense. I was proud to be there, everyone did a fantastic job. Let's keep it up

Monday, November 1, 2010

Kudos and Extra Credit

Hello, everyone!

We had a fabulous class today sharing our Columbus essays, listening for:
1. structure (introduction, body, conclusion)
2. transition words
3. complete sentences
4. interesting words
5. purpose
6. tone

I am so proud of your hard work, reflective and receptive attitudes, and positivity. Our class is very special, and I owe that to each one of you.

Extra credit for those who want to continue practice on essay writing:

Write an essay arguing "Why should we celebrate Columbus Day?" The best debaters can argue the opposing viewpoint for their argument. Now it's your turn.

Try to use the persuasive essay structure:
*Introduction
*Body (detail 1, detail 2, detail 3, rebuttal)
*Conclusion

Looking forward to hearing Elsa, Maria, and Juanita's essays on Wednesday. Keep up the good work, everyone. It is truly a wonderful experience sharing Mondays and Wednesdays with you all.

Best,
Karen

Survival of the times

Today is a regular day
history is made and not even in my way, it's yesterday
so much strain, so much pain I ask myself what is to gain.

As I strive and fight to stay alive
the true question is will I make it or die?
so long for this colorful world, for see the darkness has covered me like a girl.
Long lived me or like they say the king.I turn in my ring, and eternally rest under his wing.

Peace

My Mother

My Mother who is my angel
I cry these tears from my heart
I release these memories with all my heart
I shall climb my mountain
I will cross my ocean one day soon
I will be at your side
I will be in your arms
I shall be safe once more
You are my angel
You are my light
Guiding me through my days
And protecting my night
You made be gone
But you're not forgotten
You're my angel now
But my mommy you'll be
until we meet again