Heroism is defined as "actions and qualities of a hero or heroine: great bravery, daring courage."
There are a bunch of heroes, for example surviving cancer patients, firefighters, and soldiers.
Firefighters are heroes. They save peoples' lives and risk theres for other people. They go into buildings bursting with flames and pull people out of them. Millions of people have been saved by a firefighter.
A cancer patient is also a hero. They are strong and they have fought for their life. A family member died because of cancer. He fought until he had to go. He talked to everybody to let them know he loved them. He is a hero because he was strong, brave, and didn't give up until he had to.
An outstanding hero is a soldier because they are amazing and they know that they risk their lives every day for our freedom. They watch people die in front of their eyes and do nothing, but we will always respect them.
All of these examples and stories tell you exactly what a hero is.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Ryan Phllips, The Eagle
Soaring high above our heads,
in the warm beautiful wind,
searching for a warm tasty meal
in the wide dusty meadow,
down as fast as lighting,
soaring high above our
round heads.
The Eagle
Jacoby Silk: Chain Poems
lunch is
always gross and
smells too
some taste good
still never eat schools lunch.
in P.E.
I'm always falling but
having fun playing
basketball after
I'm done playing football.
Jacoby Silk
To do a chain poem you do a list of word associations then connect those words, thus making a chain.
Friday, February 19, 2010
River Carson: Life if Life
Life is Life
Life is life
that's no lie
So by and bye
as it gets harder.
Good days and bad
Days
So many ways
to describe a day.
Good days are sunny,
bad days are clumsy.
so now that I rest
for another day
Get out of my way!
-River Carson
Olivia Williams: The Butterfly
The last, the very last,
So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow.
Perhaps if the sun's tears would sing against a white stone...
Such, such a yellow
Is carried lightly way up high.
It went away I'm sure because it wishes to
kiss the world good-bye
For seven weeks I've lived in here,
Penned up inside this ghetto.
But I have found what I love here.
The dandelions call to me
And the white chestnut branches in the court.
Only I never saw another butterfly.
That butterfly was the last one.
Butterflies don't live in here,
in the ghetto.
4/6/1942
Pavel Friedmann
This is a poem I liked from I Never Saw Another Butterfly.
This is a collection of poems written by children during the Holocaust.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Gabriella Antonina Grillone "A Day In Eighth Grade"
Tarah and Gabby
A Day In Eighth Grade
Here's a bit of what happens each day
At Inchelium school in eighth grade
The first class, Algebra, isn't so fun
We're barely awake enough to answer 1+1
Next we walk over to Ms. Woolums class
This class is great, I'm sure I'll pass!
After that we're off to college dreams
AVID class is easier than it seems
PE is next in our very busy day
Finally we get to run and play
After PE we finally get a break
And we get to see what Pat & Sue made
We get a break to go play basketball
It's fun because Tom is 8 foot tall
After break we go to history class
Goof of Mr. H will kick your... butt!
After that we go next door
Mrs. Lang's class isn't a bore
In this class we start fires!
But be careful not to trip on wires
After a long day we head for home
We talk and laugh and text on phones
But tomorrow we'll have come back here
And every day after that
For the rest of eighth grade year
An original poem by Gabriella Grillone :]
Hope you like it!!!
Marissa McKinney: The Hummingbird
The hummingbird,he has no song
From flower to flower he hums along
Humming his way among the trees
He finds no words for what he sees.
- Michael Flauders
I saw this poem in a book and i really like this poem.
So yeah.... Marissa
From flower to flower he hums along
Humming his way among the trees
He finds no words for what he sees.
- Michael Flauders
I saw this poem in a book and i really like this poem.
So yeah.... Marissa
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Pajama Day from Homecoming Last Fall
Three of the sixth grade girls were all decked out in pajama pants in the first picture. We were able to get all the 8th grade girls to pose in the next picture. Some of the seventh grade girls posed in the last picture.
Blade Desautel : All About Six Grade
Above is Camryn, Jacoby, Blade, Ronald, and Ryan.
Hello my name is Blade Desautel and we have 11 students in my 6th grade class. We have six periods in the day Monday thru Friday. Here our classes are Language Arts, P.E/ Health, Native Studies/ Music, World Geography, Math, and Sceince. The class I like the best is Native Studies because we learn native culture and we have nicest teacher there is. Her name is Trudi Tonasket.We have sports at our school. They are football, baseball, basketball, and track. My favorite sport is basketball. The middle school is grades 6th, 7th, and 8th. Our principal name is Mr. Swaim. He also teaches 7th grade science. Finally he teaches high school. Our school's superintendent's name is Mr. Washington. He is really cool. He serves lunch with some kids in the middle school.
Cherae Hicks: Happy Birthday!
Today Cherae Hicks celebrated her birthday in the 8th grade class. Her request was for Blowpops so here she is posing with a classmate Feather and the birthday treats.. Happy Birthday Cherae (a.k.a. Essy).
Monday, February 15, 2010
Images of Valentine's Day
Valentine's Day came early at Inchelium Middle School. Red was the dominate color around the classrooms and there was enough Valentine candy to energize everyone for the whole day!
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Izzy Grillone: Writing a Story
Writing a Story
Why can't I write a story?
It's one of my many desires,
But I'm starting to tire,
Of not being able to write a story.
Poems I can write obviously
Stories hurt my hands viciously
Beginning, Middle, and End
Can someone give me 100 pencils or you can lend.
In a poem I just type what I please
Rhyming is a breeze
Can't you see?
I can't write a story
Now stop listening while I still have my glory!
Monday, February 8, 2010
Maisey Swan: My Name is Ponyboy
The following is a format poem called "My Name Is". This poem was used to depict a character in The Outsiders after we completed the novel. Ponyboy was my favorite character.
My Name is Ponyboy
My name is Ponyboy Curtis
The name I should be called is Greaser because I am a greaser.
The animal that is inside of me is a horse becuse I am fast and like to run.
What's in my heart is family because I love them with all my heart.
The sound I like is poetry,
The sound I dislike is fighting,
The smell I love is chocolate cake
The smell I don't love is blood.
I love to touch books
I don't love to touch knives and weapons.
I love the taste of the homemade cake,
The taste I don't love is bloody stuff.
Something I like to look at is the sunset.
I don't like to see fights.
My favorite memory is when my parents were alive and we had a better life.
The favorite thing in the whole wide world is the beautiful blue sky.
by Maisey Swan
My Name is Ponyboy
My name is Ponyboy Curtis
The name I should be called is Greaser because I am a greaser.
The animal that is inside of me is a horse becuse I am fast and like to run.
What's in my heart is family because I love them with all my heart.
The sound I like is poetry,
The sound I dislike is fighting,
The smell I love is chocolate cake
The smell I don't love is blood.
I love to touch books
I don't love to touch knives and weapons.
I love the taste of the homemade cake,
The taste I don't love is bloody stuff.
Something I like to look at is the sunset.
I don't like to see fights.
My favorite memory is when my parents were alive and we had a better life.
The favorite thing in the whole wide world is the beautiful blue sky.
by Maisey Swan
Friday, February 5, 2010
Ms. Woolum: The Fish
Today in the 8th grade class we had a spirited discussion about the poem "The Fish" by Elizabeth Bishop. In very vivid detail the author describes a fish that has survived many battles with man trying to catch him. We chose favorite lines in the poem and also had a good discussion about letting fish go. We ran out of time for a student to respond, so here I am. Enjoy!
The Fish
I caught a tremendous fish
and held him beside the boat
half out of water, with my hook
fast in a corner of his mouth.
He didn't fight.
He hadn't fought at all.
He hung a grunting weight,
battered and venerable
and homely. Here and there
his brown skin hung in strips
like ancient wallpaper,
and its pattern of darker brown
was like wallpaper:
shapes like full-blown roses
stained and lost through age.
He was speckled with barnacles,
fine rosettes of lime,
and infested
with tiny white sea-lice,
and underneath two or three
rags of green weed hung down.
While his gills were breathing in
the terrible oxygen
--the frightening gills,
fresh and crisp with blood,
that can cut so badly--
I thought of the coarse white flesh
packed in like feathers,
the big bones and the little bones,
the dramatic reds and blacks
of his shiny entrails,
and the pink swim-bladder
like a big peony.
I looked into his eyes
which were far larger than mine
but shallower, and yellowed,
the irises backed and packed
with tarnished tinfoil
seen through the lenses
of old scratched isinglass.
They shifted a little, but not
to return my stare.
--It was more like the tipping
of an object toward the light.
I admired his sullen face,
the mechanism of his jaw,
and then I saw
that from his lower lip
--if you could call it a lip
grim, wet, and weaponlike,
hung five old pieces of fish-line,
or four and a wire leader
with the swivel still attached,
with all their five big hooks
grown firmly in his mouth.
A green line, frayed at the end
where he broke it, two heavier lines,
and a fine black thread
still crimped from the strain and snap
when it broke and he got away.
Like medals with their ribbons
frayed and wavering,
a five-haired beard of wisdom
trailing from his aching jaw.
I stared and stared
and victory filled up
the little rented boat,
from the pool of bilge
where oil had spread a rainbow
around the rusted engine
to the bailer rusted orange,
the sun-cracked thwarts,
the oarlocks on their strings,
the gunnels--until everything
was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow!
And I let the fish go.
-Elizabeth Bishop
The Fish
I caught a tremendous fish
and held him beside the boat
half out of water, with my hook
fast in a corner of his mouth.
He didn't fight.
He hadn't fought at all.
He hung a grunting weight,
battered and venerable
and homely. Here and there
his brown skin hung in strips
like ancient wallpaper,
and its pattern of darker brown
was like wallpaper:
shapes like full-blown roses
stained and lost through age.
He was speckled with barnacles,
fine rosettes of lime,
and infested
with tiny white sea-lice,
and underneath two or three
rags of green weed hung down.
While his gills were breathing in
the terrible oxygen
--the frightening gills,
fresh and crisp with blood,
that can cut so badly--
I thought of the coarse white flesh
packed in like feathers,
the big bones and the little bones,
the dramatic reds and blacks
of his shiny entrails,
and the pink swim-bladder
like a big peony.
I looked into his eyes
which were far larger than mine
but shallower, and yellowed,
the irises backed and packed
with tarnished tinfoil
seen through the lenses
of old scratched isinglass.
They shifted a little, but not
to return my stare.
--It was more like the tipping
of an object toward the light.
I admired his sullen face,
the mechanism of his jaw,
and then I saw
that from his lower lip
--if you could call it a lip
grim, wet, and weaponlike,
hung five old pieces of fish-line,
or four and a wire leader
with the swivel still attached,
with all their five big hooks
grown firmly in his mouth.
A green line, frayed at the end
where he broke it, two heavier lines,
and a fine black thread
still crimped from the strain and snap
when it broke and he got away.
Like medals with their ribbons
frayed and wavering,
a five-haired beard of wisdom
trailing from his aching jaw.
I stared and stared
and victory filled up
the little rented boat,
from the pool of bilge
where oil had spread a rainbow
around the rusted engine
to the bailer rusted orange,
the sun-cracked thwarts,
the oarlocks on their strings,
the gunnels--until everything
was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow!
And I let the fish go.
-Elizabeth Bishop
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Victoria Seymour: Popular Cats
Cats are all different and unique in their own way. The next pharagraph is about the most popular cats. These three cats are the most loved because of their unique beauty and cool features.
There are a lot of cats, but here are a few of the most loved or favorite cats. The American Curls are loved for their ears which are curled from a ninety degree angle to a hundred and eighty degree angle.
The Japanese Bobtails are famous in Japan. The Japanese made models of them and loved them because of their stub tails. One more favorite is the Siamese and many like them because of their beautiful colors and their patterns. They are also known for their loud yowl.
There are a lot of cats, but here are a few of the most loved or favorite cats. The American Curls are loved for their ears which are curled from a ninety degree angle to a hundred and eighty degree angle.
The Japanese Bobtails are famous in Japan. The Japanese made models of them and loved them because of their stub tails. One more favorite is the Siamese and many like them because of their beautiful colors and their patterns. They are also known for their loud yowl.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Olycia Silk: I Love Hershey's Chocolate Kisses
The sweet that I am going to write about is the regular Hershey's chocolate. This is my favorite because I think that it tastes good and there are a few different kinds of chocolate. There is the Cookies and Cream bar and there is a Special Dark Chocolate bar. I like all different flavors. The chocolates have a large variety of sizes that are shipped all across the US. There is a large size called king-sized chocolate and there is a smaller size that your parents would usually buy you called regular, then there is the Tear and Share that your little cousins or someone like that would get for Halloween. My personal favorite chocolate is the Hershey's Kisses. I like them the best because they are really flavorful and I like the shape of them. This is what I have to say about chocolate.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Maggie Mason and Her Awesome Drawing and Colouring Skillz
Well ,drawing is my hobby and I do it ever chance I get, even on my homework. It takes me like 1 million hours just to colour it digitally I can only colour it on the weekends so I don't really have much to say, but I'm gonna post my comic book pages on here once I get a chance.
Muffins iz AWEZOME!!!!!!! *2010*
Skittlez are awesomly awesome *2009*
Maggie J Mason
Muffins iz AWEZOME!!!!!!! *2010*
Skittlez are awesomly awesome *2009*
Maggie J Mason
Monday, February 1, 2010
Nathan Ensminger: Heelers Are Good Pets
Hi! I am Nathan Ensminger and I am going to share with you why heelers are my favorite dog. Another name for heelers is Australian Cattle Dog.
I love heelers because they bite you on the heels. They usually don't bark too much, which is nice. I also like them because they don't jump so much.
Heelers are loyal to their owners. They are quick to learn things. I've taught my heeler Wily to sit and play fetch. Heelers also have cool colors. Some are mixed with black and red and some have white added. Wily is more of a red colored heeler.
I have had nine heelers in my life. My favorite one, the fifth one, was named Him. If you are thinking about getting a dog, a heeler is a good choice. They are fun to be around, kids will like them, and they are easy to train.
I love heelers because they bite you on the heels. They usually don't bark too much, which is nice. I also like them because they don't jump so much.
Heelers are loyal to their owners. They are quick to learn things. I've taught my heeler Wily to sit and play fetch. Heelers also have cool colors. Some are mixed with black and red and some have white added. Wily is more of a red colored heeler.
I have had nine heelers in my life. My favorite one, the fifth one, was named Him. If you are thinking about getting a dog, a heeler is a good choice. They are fun to be around, kids will like them, and they are easy to train.
Welcome! We Are Glad You Are Here!
meet Tristan, James, Jovanni, and in front Quentin and Austin.
Welcome to the blog of the middle school language arts classes at Inchelium School. The students in 6th,7th, and 8th grade are amazing writers. This blog is a place to showcase their work.The blog will feature 100 days of writing. We hope you come back to visit!
Ms Woolum and students
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