tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184357552024-03-13T00:45:45.898-05:00Children of the FutureCollecting the wondrously bizarre stories written by elementary school children on their class websites.Evan C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714693555069950593noreply@blogger.comBlogger97125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18435755.post-43232266306117658612007-08-29T10:10:00.000-05:002007-08-29T10:13:14.637-05:00All About Puppies<i>by Daziz, second grader</i><br /><br /><b>Table of Contents</b><br />1. puppy <br />2. grow up to be a dog <br />3. dogs<br />4. finding a home <br /><br /><b>Puppy</b><br />After a dog come out it mom stomach it is called a.. <br />PUPPY. It can’t run or play. Puppys are mammals. <br />Puppy’s are warm blooded. <br />Puppy’s live allmost everywhere. <br />Puppies are very, very, very... CUTE! <br /><br /><b>Growing up to be a dog</b><br />After a few weeks or months a puppy can run and play but only a little bit. Some puppies are trained.<br /><br />My dog’s name is Casper. He’s an American Eskimo. <br />He’s white and very, very furry.<br /><br />Anyway my dog is kind of trained . Stop talking about <br />my dog, Dog!<br /><br />Now this puppy is officially a dog. Now she [or he] can run fast and play alot. Some dogs look small and they are still a grown up. My dog is only 3.<br /><br />Curses me! I always talk about my dog.<br />My dog’s birthday is July 2, 2003. Curses me again.<br /><br /><b>Finding a home</b><br />Now the dog has to find a home and make sure she[or he] likes the house. What dogs need is: <br />food, <br />water, <br />shelter <br />and somebody that loves her[or him]. <br /><br />Casper’s owner is...ME, NEN-E, DWYANE, DEVIN and DANA. <br /><br /><b>THE END</b>Evan C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714693555069950593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18435755.post-12140473025610227712007-08-28T11:41:00.000-05:002007-08-28T11:42:29.996-05:00Why Dog Fight With Cat<i>by Do Yeop, second grader</i><br /><br />Because I listen at story one day people lost the ring and dog<br />and cat want to find the ring.<br /><br />and cat said to mouse if you bring the ring and I will not eat you.<br /><br />and mouse bring the ring and cat and dog was happy and cat<br />bring the ring and cat go to home first and people said, “Good,<br />nice cat,” and dog coming and people said, “Dog, next time help<br />the cat .” That's why dog and cat fight.<br /><br />next page is another story.<br /><br />One day Jonny go to fishing and he catch the 28 sun fish next<br />day . He catch the 20 fish again and he go to home but fish stick<br />is not get out. And that was big fish and all America people help<br />and he get a big fish . the end , it was in this story from 2 ,<br />different story thank for see this bookEvan C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714693555069950593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18435755.post-83649251671783605702007-08-24T15:11:00.000-05:002007-08-24T15:18:51.828-05:00If I Were President I Would...<i>by Mrs. Wallin's and Mrs. VanVeldhuizen's kindergarteners</i><br /><br /><b>Sierra B.</b> - let everyone eat ice cream.<br /><b>Faith</b> - go out for supper every night at Carlos O'Kellys.<br /><b>Alexis</b> - make a safe law.<br /><b>Kendall</b> - make people clean up their houses.<br /><b>Scott</b> - boss people around.<br /><b>Parker</b> - go to a hotel 99 times.<br /><b>Andrew</b> - want everyone to eat Cheerios for breakfast at school.<br /><b>Damion</b> - say no going outside.<br /><b>Hunter</b> - make everyone take a nap.<br /><b>Dylan</b> - have people eat 100 chocolate bars.<br /><b>Autumn</b> - spend money on gold.<br /><b>Madison K.</b> - live in Lake Mills forever.<br /><b>Libby</b> - eat snacks for dinner.<br /><b>Lydia</b> - let everyone have a snowball fight, but make sure there was no ice in it.<br /><b>Hannah</b> - have ice cream for supper everyday.<br /><b>Luke</b> - make people go hunting and play video games.<br /><b>Cael</b> - make moms and dads go to daycare and do homework.<br /><b>Tyler</b> - go to school.<br /><b>Julissa</b> - let kids drive when they're 14.<br /><b>Jareth</b> - make people order a pepperoni pizza for lunch everyday.<br /><b>Sierra M.</b> - have a messy room.<br /><b>Max</b> - keep working.Evan C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714693555069950593noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18435755.post-70028473182879239582007-04-27T16:47:00.000-05:002007-04-27T16:59:46.790-05:00Evil Hamsters<i>by Schecky</i><br /><br />Today <a href="http://www.boingboing.net">Boing Boing</a> posted a <a href="http://badfortunecookie.blogspot.com/2007/04/spring-when-young-mans-thoughts-turn-to.html">link to the blog</a> of a mother of an 8-year old who, when assigned to write a "spring time poem," wrote this:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinHAvRlBTqgVs1Xk_EDnUeqb3KZxif_11D4bz2g4G3gTHjxAlPHH1OsqXw3rQiN_Gzc3nsSHp1ishPQFn9YefRcQLbCtlhq2ucpVgkWeh-5mlKaIDGQB_FsEl48SyibYl9Ie20ww/s1600-h/472775651_91707b448c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinHAvRlBTqgVs1Xk_EDnUeqb3KZxif_11D4bz2g4G3gTHjxAlPHH1OsqXw3rQiN_Gzc3nsSHp1ishPQFn9YefRcQLbCtlhq2ucpVgkWeh-5mlKaIDGQB_FsEl48SyibYl9Ie20ww/s400/472775651_91707b448c.jpg" border="0" alt="meef saying"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058230747689138354" /></a>Evan C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714693555069950593noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18435755.post-10233981712642546602007-04-27T11:18:00.000-05:002007-04-27T11:22:32.943-05:00What It Means To Be Free<i>by Daniel Herman, second grader - 2/24/1992<br /><br />My friend Dan recently dug up this essay he wrote in second grade. The assignment allowed him to write about any topic he wanted. While others wrote about dogs and basketball, he chose to write about freedom.</i><br /><br />I will tell you what it means to be free. Our country was once ruled by England but now we are free. There have been many laws passed to make sure that people are free. The Emancipation Proclamation said that the slaves were free. No one could own the slaves and make them work for them. The Declaration of Independence said that we were free. We were free from being ruled by England. These laws are important because some people think everyone should be treated evenly. This means everyone is free to make their own decisions.Evan C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714693555069950593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18435755.post-68005658308208090902007-04-22T18:00:00.000-05:002007-04-22T18:14:04.805-05:00Let's Grow Gills<i>by Cody, fifth grader</i><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_6eSzYdufQbOPq-oi66TWaDsK2JBogXvUkfs05RHW18y0Vs0_Yn5hIqhbT0Vq0AImUnWYIe9jykr1nB7hrGxpN44mtwk6HCBTM5xmmdYN_WuWgLgAfReI4rR2nD06oMvilptePA/s1600-h/Adapt.Cody.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_6eSzYdufQbOPq-oi66TWaDsK2JBogXvUkfs05RHW18y0Vs0_Yn5hIqhbT0Vq0AImUnWYIe9jykr1nB7hrGxpN44mtwk6HCBTM5xmmdYN_WuWgLgAfReI4rR2nD06oMvilptePA/s400/Adapt.Cody.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056394650165427346" /></a><br />I turned on the news and heard there was going to be a flood. Immediately I screamed with joy. Mom and Dad said what’s the matter? I said there was going to be a flood. They also screamed but not with joy. They panicked. I said to Mom, "Maybe it’s because the polar ice caps melted."<br />They said, "that’s silly". <br />I said, "you never know".<br />They then said, "don’t be stupid".<br />I said, "why not"? <br />They couldn’t come up with an answer. My parents asked how will we survive? <br />I said, "that’s easy". <br />They said, "how"? <br />I then said, "Let’s lock up the doors." <br />They said, "You’re getting stupid again."<br />I then said, "Let’s" grow gills"! Almost immediately, we grew gills. Right when we grew gills the flood came. It scared my parents. Again I screamed with joy. We then began to fish. They used me as bait. We caught 78 pirhana and 56 sharks. I was having a lot of fun. After the flood was done I said I hope we have another flood. It would be very fun!Evan C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714693555069950593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18435755.post-90578360225113848002007-04-19T16:35:00.000-05:002007-04-19T16:38:42.725-05:00Dear My Dog<i>by Kelsey, fifth grader</i><br /><br /><img src="http://snoozejersey.com/images/image64280.jpg">Evan C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714693555069950593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18435755.post-36623223244291837522007-04-17T16:55:00.000-05:002007-04-17T17:01:26.526-05:00The Mystery of the Stolen Money<i>by Maddie, Consuelo, and Jonah, second graders<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmt2ecFZZLXVSXW60hg12ycAQjdr4SedhsCWaWSq-zkWNCiOtoSwE48ESRWVpj_ft9eWJTGSu7a8AWPT2fVgHoGcKmsMysMg_Tx72fd2tD54RsgJ5zGMvMqxMwn2O_Ic2J79BkYA/s1600-h/maddieT.GIF.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmt2ecFZZLXVSXW60hg12ycAQjdr4SedhsCWaWSq-zkWNCiOtoSwE48ESRWVpj_ft9eWJTGSu7a8AWPT2fVgHoGcKmsMysMg_Tx72fd2tD54RsgJ5zGMvMqxMwn2O_Ic2J79BkYA/s400/maddieT.GIF.gif" border="0" alt=Well done!""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054520362384380818" /></a><br />Note: I'm posting this mainly because of the terrifying final line.</i><br /><br />Once upon a time there was a kingdom with a King. He had lots of money but then someone stole it. The king was sad but he had helpers named Maddie, Consuelo, and Jonah. The king called his helpers to find the thieves. They did try to help but they couldn't do it because they couldn't find them. <br /><br />They went to the woods to think of something. When they were there they heard something running. They ran too, except Maddie. She just stood there and kept watching the thieves. Consuelo and Jonah chased after the noise to find out what it was. When they got a little closer they saw something in his hand like a dollar bill.<br /><ul><li>Jonah: Maybe they are the thieves?<br /><li>Consuelo: How do you know?<br /><li>Jonah: Well, they do have the money. Maybe we should go back and tell Maddie what we saw.</ul>When they got there Consuelo told Maddie that they saw the thieves.<br /><ul><li>Maddie: Where?<br /><li>Jonah: Right at the end of the woods. Let's go to the king.<br /><li>King: Why don't you set a trap?<br /><li>Maddie: How?<br /><li>Jonah: First we have to draw a map Maddie.<br /><li>Maddie: What kind of map?<br /><li>Jonah: Well a looking sort of map.<br /><li>Consuelo: OK.<br /><li>Jonah: Now we should go see if it works.<br /><li>Maddie: There they are. Then let's do it!<br /><li>Consuelo: But how?<br /><li>Jonah: Well, it does not matter. Here we go. Now get down.<br /><li>Maddie: We got them, and together!<br /><li>Jonah: Look at the money. We'll see what the king says.<br /><li>King: Well done! Now you go down to the dungeon and you kids get a prize.</ul><br />The end!Evan C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714693555069950593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18435755.post-84054005450526113912007-04-16T16:38:00.001-05:002007-04-16T16:38:57.496-05:00Mystery, Mystery<i>by Maddie, second grader</i><br /><br />If everything was a mystery, I wonder what would the world be like? It would be a mystery when you go grocery shopping or read a book. But what would it be like in other places around the world? Would it be a mystery also? <br /><br />I don't know. If always things were mysteries, we wouldn't know what we know. If everyone around the world was a mystery, we would be mysteries too. Scientists wouldn't be here if the world was a mystery case. They wouldn't know a lot at all. If the world was a mystery, we wouldn't know what to do on weekdays like go to school or make breakfast. <br /><br />But I'm happy everything's not a mystery because I wouldn't know what I know now.Evan C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714693555069950593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18435755.post-41213251134832628392007-04-16T16:20:00.000-05:002007-04-16T16:33:15.371-05:00Chicago Buildings ProjectUsually I try to focus just on students' writing rather than artwork, but these third graders' projects are just too awesome to ignore. A few years ago, Ms. Carrasco's class at the Lab School here at the University of Chicago constructed replicas of several architectural landmarks of Chicago out of household materials, including Frank Gehry's Pritzker Pavillion in Millenium Park:<br /><br /><center><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEzlRCuN-sgld53TPydXxwVqGhTJZ0qd7qd8PRCB4tCQzGt9oiHqHBR4qwk6CpesNc0O7g3xyadFPyTycOHzF2HUbF4K_WbbyWZcVL2U_9PO6q_EQdlEvccQYw7QBVysCAz55guQ/s1600-h/15.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEzlRCuN-sgld53TPydXxwVqGhTJZ0qd7qd8PRCB4tCQzGt9oiHqHBR4qwk6CpesNc0O7g3xyadFPyTycOHzF2HUbF4K_WbbyWZcVL2U_9PO6q_EQdlEvccQYw7QBVysCAz55guQ/s320/15.jpg" border="0" alt="Pritzker Pavillion"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054139676285432546" /></a></center><br /><br />Check out the <a href="http://www.ucls.uchicago.edu/students/projects/2004-2005/chicagoBuildings/">Lab School site</a> for more of them.Evan C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714693555069950593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18435755.post-55902661105601230902007-04-15T17:03:00.001-05:002007-04-15T17:03:45.136-05:00The Magic Kente<i>by Lissette, second grader</i><br /><br />A fireman found a piece of cloth. He brought it to his daughter. She liked it. The girl put it on her doll. It started to talk. So she told her dad about it. He did not believe her. Then he went to see and it talked. They fainted.Evan C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714693555069950593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18435755.post-83174830550958357582007-04-14T09:22:00.001-05:002007-04-14T09:22:46.393-05:00Cotton-tail's Big Fight<i>by Amanda, second grader</i><br /><br />Once upon a time there was a little rabbit by the name of Cotton-tail. She was very lost. So she asked a wizard by the name of Peter to ask directions. But instead of answering Cotton-tail's question, he just turned Cotton-tail purple! Cotton-tail just said over and over "How embarrassing" for a whole day. But then Peter said over and over "How did I do that?" But by accident he turned himself purple! So when Cotton-tail came back crying at her house to see Peter, oh and did she laugh! Peter was very mad at Cotton-tail. He almost felt like pounding her. But she is very smart. When Peter was punching one place, Cotton-tail just went another place. What a smart rabbit! It didn't even look like he was a wizard anymore. It just looked like he was a big steaming pot of lava! Minutes later Peter blew up! Cotton-tail was very happy to tell her friends that she defeated a wizard. Her friends were very happy for her. So they took her out for a victory ice-cream sundae. And Cotton-tail lived happily ever after.<br /><br />The End<br /><br />Moral: Don't show off your magic.Evan C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714693555069950593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18435755.post-14628070381869965692007-04-13T11:09:00.000-05:002007-04-13T11:10:29.225-05:00Chocolate Riddle<i>by Nicholas, second grader</i><br /><br />Why did the m&m goe to the bank?<br /><br />Answer: To turn into a chocolate dollar.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY-60BlDcONo1xUEjgR4X8_KQbc4u0VQguudyOtYjjmH9NCngqZJyiFP9ilCI9QQ2k8k15xvymw9QZlkwmqBB88B-5KGphsIlI99pW1lR6fF8A9VocW3ON4be9FtZvrZKSQUPYJg/s1600-h/nick1.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY-60BlDcONo1xUEjgR4X8_KQbc4u0VQguudyOtYjjmH9NCngqZJyiFP9ilCI9QQ2k8k15xvymw9QZlkwmqBB88B-5KGphsIlI99pW1lR6fF8A9VocW3ON4be9FtZvrZKSQUPYJg/s320/nick1.gif" border="0" alt="Why did the m&m goe to the bank?"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052945688262046418" /></a>Evan C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714693555069950593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18435755.post-71433057719103527092007-04-13T00:46:00.000-05:002007-04-13T00:47:19.516-05:00My Wish<i>by Janice, second grader</i><br /><br />I wish that my toy monkey would come to life. I would take care of him. And I would not torture him. And if I did I would smack myself. I would sleep with it every day. I would teach it gymnastics. I would be sad if he had to turn back into a stuffed animal. I would cry every day. But I would still sleep with him though.Evan C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714693555069950593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18435755.post-40965439365993084772007-04-11T14:38:00.000-05:002007-04-11T14:39:31.881-05:00My Favorite Movie is the Hulk<i>by Israel, second grader</i><br /><br />The sound of the dogs screaming like dinosaurs<br />The sound of the trees falling down<br />The sound of the Hulk killing the brown dog<br />The Hulk spitting the missile at the helicopter<br />The Hulk smashing an army tank <br />The poodle looking like a goatEvan C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714693555069950593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18435755.post-72505912058930758812007-04-10T12:25:00.000-05:002007-04-10T12:27:23.043-05:00The Most Important Thing About Hawaii<i>by Johan, second grader</i><br /><br />The most important thing about Hawaii is that it is very different that Wisconsin or Sweden.<br /><br />Hawaii has good bands of music all the time. It also has a lot of trees with coconuts, a lot of sea turtles, a lot of other fish, and fruit that we like to eat. It has a lot of other animals too. Hawaii has 9 feet tall waves. You can surf in, too.<br /><br />The most important thing about Hawaii is that it is very different that Wisconsin or Sweden.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS6yd9ijTB_xntw31JWG7P8CVvhLSOY1QB2P980hyl2c15XKvzkNF9OvePscgnvlCyZ5D_hrt36MHfvE5IlzQBoGVaWwbY85Elw0dhlWcBkmAH37hs-PpC54uEKYrETnXuVFkmJg/s1600-h/Johan.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS6yd9ijTB_xntw31JWG7P8CVvhLSOY1QB2P980hyl2c15XKvzkNF9OvePscgnvlCyZ5D_hrt36MHfvE5IlzQBoGVaWwbY85Elw0dhlWcBkmAH37hs-PpC54uEKYrETnXuVFkmJg/s320/Johan.gif" border="0" alt="Very different than Wisconsin or Sweden."id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051852146638811842" /></a>Evan C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714693555069950593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18435755.post-1472549301900492182007-04-09T10:14:00.000-05:002007-04-09T10:18:23.580-05:00Peace Pledges<i>by Mrs. Bates's first graders</i><br /><br /><b>Isaiah</b><br />My hope for peace is to use words instead of weapons and BB-guns.<br /><br /><b>Michael</b><br />My peace pledge is to call the Police when I need help.<br /><br /><b>Sophie</b><br />My peace pledge is don't shoot bows and arrows because they kill people.<br /><br /><b>Rachel</b><br />My peace pledge is to use love, not fists.<br /><br /><b>Luke</b><br />My peace pledge is don't play with guns around town shooting people.Evan C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714693555069950593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18435755.post-20090689181115730962007-04-08T23:35:00.000-05:002007-04-08T23:39:26.973-05:00The Hairy Beard<i>by Michael, first grader</i><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij0UlvBWtUj-SYMTgJknbmMFHZHb1DIkc4g_2ooWZDWSKD-91D9G1kpOJC7cgcagkt23Pf5EdC6hyphenhyphenH-uaIjCNMpfBL6iZVJShw7LLm3yekdKVtk2_JNrC18LfJdcZXm1oYn3vaTA/s1600-h/mikeyboy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij0UlvBWtUj-SYMTgJknbmMFHZHb1DIkc4g_2ooWZDWSKD-91D9G1kpOJC7cgcagkt23Pf5EdC6hyphenhyphenH-uaIjCNMpfBL6iZVJShw7LLm3yekdKVtk2_JNrC18LfJdcZXm1oYn3vaTA/s320/mikeyboy.jpg" border="0" alt="I have to cut my beard"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051282830615488626" /></a><br /><center>I have a beard.<br />It is<br />so<br />so<br />long.<br />I have to cut<br />my beard.</center><br /><i>Note: The class website this was originally posted on also included the following images for some reason.</i><br /><br /><table border=0><tr><td><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9wHGVAhwrRdID6mJI7XVi6GGvQhY6NBdk8jj6r1LdVmMydXc2wQpSksPt5K6KsSYLqxwnyTVw5YFnzMa4Dify4IaYMRcn6cyHfc2Bi6UfVMjsfJ3Ww6LdyWMQUaTtAiSlKi_zxQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9wHGVAhwrRdID6mJI7XVi6GGvQhY6NBdk8jj6r1LdVmMydXc2wQpSksPt5K6KsSYLqxwnyTVw5YFnzMa4Dify4IaYMRcn6cyHfc2Bi6UfVMjsfJ3Ww6LdyWMQUaTtAiSlKi_zxQ/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051283182802806914" /></a></td><td><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI0f5EM_DyiS9-ZPHmsOH1O30OtzT2BYFgz4OJNM10GuMe36DV0EQjQ0xCY1iRlANlkTeQChUtn-iSQ_OrOhl8FL6Rm1OxqLyGI3N1ORk3CNN3XRZ6wQcYSpImPK0aehgcFLcsJw/s1600-h/PICT0011.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI0f5EM_DyiS9-ZPHmsOH1O30OtzT2BYFgz4OJNM10GuMe36DV0EQjQ0xCY1iRlANlkTeQChUtn-iSQ_OrOhl8FL6Rm1OxqLyGI3N1ORk3CNN3XRZ6wQcYSpImPK0aehgcFLcsJw/s320/PICT0011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051283182802806930" /></a></td></tr></table>Evan C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714693555069950593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18435755.post-4620273199096060472007-04-03T16:02:00.000-05:002007-04-03T16:05:01.332-05:00I Have a Dream...<i>This one is just... devastating.</i><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8kAzgcoKWHJ6yM0rDwk-xen2g_FRKxZyTlqslaUfMA8hzIHJXyJmVSbeaCkeWmQjitvvfitKtZLiI854-hFh6dQX5EIHT7IepsHDk2UzeBucnrbffpIGxZMDXUnc8t3dOu_ZFIA/s1600-h/dream.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8kAzgcoKWHJ6yM0rDwk-xen2g_FRKxZyTlqslaUfMA8hzIHJXyJmVSbeaCkeWmQjitvvfitKtZLiI854-hFh6dQX5EIHT7IepsHDk2UzeBucnrbffpIGxZMDXUnc8t3dOu_ZFIA/s400/dream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049310744023424610" /></a>Evan C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714693555069950593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18435755.post-1669762261851684072007-04-02T12:27:00.000-05:002007-04-02T12:28:19.363-05:00Rainy Day Writing<i>by Ms. Nelson's first graders</i><br /><br /><b>Serena</b><br />I just sat there with Najima and Kyle F. Then me and Kyle F. and Najima played super girls and boys. Kyle F. was the bad guy. Then we did...<br />What! It was our bedtime!<br /><br /><b>Vin Chai</b><br />I hate the rainy day. Me you hate it too. I don't like it at all even me. I'm not having fun at all. Me think that's not good. I hate it very much.Evan C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714693555069950593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18435755.post-90960155906836581492007-03-30T09:37:00.000-05:002007-03-30T09:40:33.670-05:00Cupid's Arrow<b>Nick</b><br />One day Cupid shot me with an arrow. I instantly fell in love with my fish. The fish was in my room. Every day I tried to put my head in the fish tank. Every day that I did that, I was late for school. <br /><br /><b>Karen</b><br />One day a Cupid shot me with his arrow. I fell in love with a squirrel and a dog, and lots of Beanie Babies. I hid all the Beanies and let the dog find them. I acted like a dufus. Then I married them. <br /><br /><b>September</b><br />One day a cupid shot me with an arrow. I immediately fell in love with a dog and a cat and my brother and my daddy. I acted real good. I followed them everywhere. We all sat down and had tea. <br /><br /><b>Parker</b><br />One day Cupid shot me with an arrow and I immediately fell in love with Cupid because he was the first thing I saw. But when he shot me with another arrow I immediately fell in love with an elephant because it was the first thing I saw. Then the elephant saw a Cupid flying above and the elephant quickly grabbed the arrow and shot me with it. <br /><br /><i>and my favorite:</i><br /><br /><b>Jordan</b><br />One day Cupid shot me with an arrow. I immediately fell in love with a girl in my class. I kissed her. I adored her. I felt serious, very serious!Evan C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714693555069950593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18435755.post-71963453321658452722007-03-29T09:34:00.000-05:002007-03-29T09:37:54.012-05:00Leprechaun Wishes<i>Mrs. Nash's second graders were asked to imagine that they caught a leprechaun. Here are the wishes that would need to be granted in order for the little guy to be released!</i><br /><br /><b>Lashae</b><br />1. I wish for a pot of gold to go and see my cousins.<br />2. I wish my name was Ice Cream.<br /><br /><b>Clyde</b><br />1. I wish that I could have 100 holographics so I could have a big collection of them.<br />2. I wish I could have 20 presents so I could give them to charity.<br />3. I wish I could get smarter with more books.<br /><br /><b>Julia</b><br />1. I wish for almost all of the children's books in the world so I could give half of them to the poor and elderly and give some to my family and then I would keep the rest.<br />2. I wish I had $1,000,000. I would give half to the poor and elderly and half to my family so I wouldn't be a spoiled brat.<br />3. I wish I could travel in time and I could go to Laura Ingells house and meet her.<br /><br /><b>Taylor</b><br />1. I wish for another hermit crab because they like having friends.<br />2. I wish for a war game table because I like playing the games. I also want more pieces for the game.<br />3. I wish for a play pen for the other pet hermit crab. I want a bigger pen this time because tdhe cage has to have a heat lamp on it.Evan C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714693555069950593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18435755.post-10958586047355026892007-03-28T09:47:00.001-05:002007-03-28T09:47:30.220-05:00Soccer<i>by Julia, first grader</i><br /><br />I played soccer. I am on the black team because I have black socks. I won both games. I scored four goals. Then the flies were chasing me.Evan C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714693555069950593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18435755.post-34502379562898457922007-03-27T17:10:00.001-05:002007-03-27T17:10:45.006-05:00The Frog<i>by Christine, first grader</i><br /><br />My Grannie opened the shower curtain. There was a frog. She screamed. It was loud. I said, “What’s wrong?” It was Tuesday. I had to catch the frog. When I caught it. I had to throw the frog. It was a cool frog. It was green. My Grannie was too loud. It was a poison frog. I don’t know why my Grannie said thatEvan C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714693555069950593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18435755.post-68724404335169082972007-03-26T09:46:00.000-05:002007-03-26T09:48:58.633-05:00Movie Stars<i>by Gabby, first grader</i><br /><br />The important thing about movie stars is that they are on T.V. They have awesome parties and have lots of money! They make movies and have a lot of fun. My favorite movie star is Lindsay Lohan. But the most important thing about movie stars is that they are on T.V.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtaYpfJNLjSeAn9gKo5Q5UAhMYnqHUjfpI39ekmmxaFgP9LKQoGZ7MI-jrct0Z5PztgvKL7AI4Gpk4zGw2u-K6oe9C2APz9zBIjWLy1lpX2l3wqNcpf_aIqHJz2PSLVVoSzfJz2w/s1600-h/gabby.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtaYpfJNLjSeAn9gKo5Q5UAhMYnqHUjfpI39ekmmxaFgP9LKQoGZ7MI-jrct0Z5PztgvKL7AI4Gpk4zGw2u-K6oe9C2APz9zBIjWLy1lpX2l3wqNcpf_aIqHJz2PSLVVoSzfJz2w/s320/gabby.jpg" border="0" alt="The important thing about movie stars is that they are on T.V."id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046245115661446114" /></a>Evan C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714693555069950593noreply@blogger.com0