Soothing the soul

​We write to soothe our souls
To express the deep feelings we withhold from the world, letting our feelings come alive
Writing is like a canvas, a work of art
Our piece jumps through the paper, it flows like a tidal wave
There is no judgement here
Self expression non- the less is one of the few ways to persevere
To know you can find a way to escape from the world
Letting all the hate, remorse, and 
happiness portray your feelings as if it were coming to the surface of a shore

We write to feel what we are scared to feel

Whether it is flunking a test, loosing a loved one or having a broken heart

We write to show what we have deep feelings about

It can simply be falling in love, to winning that race, or accomplishing something that your proud of

We write to get away... Get away from the world we know and have a moment of peace

To have that moment where the world can be hectic, but define things as you personally see them

¡¡¡Conozca las cartas!!!: Learn Those Letters!!!

Learn those letters!! : How to spell your name when a friend doesn’t know how.

 

 

   In order to spell your name you need to know:

       1)    The alphabet

       2)    How to pronounce each letter

       3)    Say hi

       4)    How to ask for their name

       5)    How to ask how to spell it

       6)    Easy way to remember each one

 

The 1st link will show you flashcards of each letter and a list of each letter with their pronunciation.

 

 

This link is a song/rap that will help you remember the alphabet.

 

 

This link is just a little cute video of the Spanish alphabet.

 

 

 

Intro:

Below you will see a video of a student spelling their name for a transfer student from Puerto Rico in spanish.

El tiempo: Weather

To speak with someone about weather, you must know four basic things:
1. Weather terms
WeatherTerms
WeatherTerms
2. How to ask about the weather
WhatIsTheWeatherLike
WhatIsTheWeatherLike
3. How to respond to the question "¿Qué tiempo hace hoy?" (What is the weather  like today?)
ItIs...
ItIs...
4. The seasons (las estaciones)
Seasons
Seasons
Congratulations! You now know how to speak to someone about the weather!

In this video, Leah wants to know whether or not to bring her umbrella to school so she asks what the weather is like, and finds that it is rainy, so she brings her umbrella.

To see how to say and have a conversation about the months and dates, visit Emmanuel's post here

To see his post on the days of the week, click here.

Saludos!: Greetings and Goodbyes

While on your spanish-speaking adventure, you would not like to be rude or offend another person, so you must know how to properly greet someone, ask how they are doing, and then say goodbye. Our first step will show proper greetings:
Greetings
Greetings
            After you have greeted the person, you should politely ask them how are they doing. How do I ask them that? you may ask. Well, you're about to learn!

HowAreYou
HowAreYou
What if they ask you how YOU are doing? What are appropriate responses? Here is a way to learn them!

*NOTE: Once someone has asked you how you are doing and you respond with an emotion word, you should tag a "gracias" (thank you) onto your response, as this is the polite thing to do. Example:

                        Person 1: ¿Cómo estás?
                        Person 2: Muy bien, gracias!
Emotions
Emotions
There are a few other vocab words/phrases that you should learn to be polite. For example, if someone asks you how you're doing and you respond saying that you are doing well, would you just leave it at that? Or shouldn't you ask how THEY are doing? Yes, you should! And so, take a look at our chart to find out how you would say that. Also, you should regard all the other phrases in the chart, to make sure you're prepared to be a smart, polite, spanish-speaking person!
PoliteResponses.
PoliteResponses.
​Lastly, let's learn how to say goodbye!
Goodbye
Goodbye
​In this video,  Leah and Emmanuel meet in the hallway and say hello and have a short, polite conversation.

Dice Hola & Adios: Saying Hi & Goodbye

Saying Hi & Goodbye: How to introduce yourself to a new student.

 

 

In order to introduce yourself you need to know:

          1)    How to say hi

          2)    How to ask their name and say yours

          3)    How to ask someone how they are feeling and respond when they ask you

          4)    How to say nice to meet you

          5)    How to say goodbye

          6)    How to pronounce each word

 

The link will show you what you need to know. Flip through the flashcards and then scroll down and click on the sound icons to here pronunciation.

 

 

 

 Intro:

Now we have a short video of a boy introducing himself to a transfer student from Brazil in Spanish.

Descriptive essay revised

How sports affect me

 

            “Strike Three, yourrrrrrrr out!” “GOOOALLLLL!” “AI-YAH!” If you’re a sports aficionado you should now what these are. The sting of a third strike in an important game, the glory of the game-winning goal, the smash of a perfectly executed round house kick. To do any of these means hard work, dedication, discipline and heart. When I started sports I’ve tried to carve these principals into my day-to-day life.   

When I was about six I started baseball, for Mt. Airy in Philadelphia. Obviously it didn’t matter if you were skilled or not it was solely to have fun and make new friends. It was easy too. No one cared if you could throw the ball from second to first. Or stop a slow grounder. If you had peanut butter and jelly for lunch you had friends.

I remember my first game; it was my birthday and didn’t really feel like being there. Armed with a stiff plastic glove, and narrow a blue Warrior metal bat I started to feel a little more at home. 9th to bat, after the all the kids who could make a pop fly catch, I grasped the thin electric taped handle of my bat, and walked into the batters box. We had gone over what side you go to at practice a few times, I didn’t remember the first time. I tapped the bat to the plate, aimed at the ball sitting atop the tee and swung. I was never sure if I actually made contact with the ball or the hard plastic tee. But I saw the ball on the ground and I ran. I was going to make it to first base. I tripped and my arms fell forward. I wrapped my arms around the bag. “SAFE,” yelled the umpire. I was hooked. I knew, from then on baseball was a part of me, an idea that has the ability to make anyone feel safe and befriended. I was now part of the gigantic body of baseball fans that are now my semi-distant family.

 

 

 

“Ai-yah.” Most people would think is just a random yelp or something you’d hear down in the subway howled by the local crazy person. But I will explain how it is more then that.

The word “Ai-yah,” or Kia comes from all types of karate, martial arts, and self-defense. It is used in attempt to scare the opponent when yelled in part with an attack. Some teachers enforce this tradition ritualistically, occasionally punishing the student for failing to yell louder. These simple words can easily affect the outcome of ones life.

I still remember getting my black belt and always try to cherish that moment. I was 13 and had been studying karate for 5 years. My teacher Sensei Mike had been gruelingly training me for a while and it was finally the black belt extravaganza. This event is where, after the initial test where you perform techniques and katas is preformed, you receive your black belt.

We were all lined up, my brother and I. At the front line of the karate mat, we were waiting for our belts. The instructor announces our name and we freeze. This moment would change our lives forever. A heavy man, Sensei Mike dented the mat with every step towards me. Carrying our black belts sewed with golden lettering, inside a thin plastic bag. He told us to take off our old belts, and lay them on the floor. I was reluctant to do so, after being told the years before to never let my belt touch the ground. He gently smacked the belt into my hand. I undressed the belt from the plastic covering and began to tie it. It took me a little long to finish the knot but I defiantly didn’t care. I had gotten my black belt. For me it meant authority, the power to tell people right from wrong, and lead them in the right direction towards success and responsibility. It meant more then just a differently colored belt. It shows who I am and what I had to work for to achieve this title.

Soccer has been around for a long time and through the ages, the people who play it are almost always attached for life. Maybe it’s the fun or the friendship but for me it will always be the glory.

I love that feeling of a great kick. Perfectly connecting with the bounciest part of the soccer ball. The crowd, or the few parents, hushes as the ball sails across the field into the net. The goalie gets up dusts themselves off and, in defeat, walks back to the sidelines. I strive for this feeling, an injection of pure glory.

I started playing soccer when I was about seven, my mom asked me if I wanted to be on my best friends team, the Revolution. Of course I said yes, this was going to be so fun. My friend’s dad was the coach, and he started me at defense. Trying hard to not let the other team get past usually went in vain. At practice we would constantly go over how to pass the ball, kick it far, or juke it by someone. Although, we never went over how to defend against someone else skillfully dribbling the ball around us. I really needed to learn how to play better. I bet a few years would help.

Now I was ten and joined my school team. Again I started for defense but this time I knew what I was doing. Almost every time an offender came down the field I stole the ball and passed it back up the sideline. I love to make new friends, achieve the glory of a goal and express my self through sports.

When you absorb these principles into your life you accept a new way of thinking. It’s hard to stray away from these binding rules. Also now I know that almost everyone who learns a sport to learn and have a new outlook on how they live their life, are changed forever for the better.

Now I am 15 I bat fourth in my baseball lineup, start forward for soccer, and am going for my 1st degree black belt in October. I have gone a long way since I began doing sports. After all the years I have been changed physically and my outlook on the world. Now I feel everything is achievable with only a solid good effort, an effort that shows what I am capable of and what really makes me, me.

 

Revisions

Shanayia Roland

Copper stream

I went in to my hot pink room that looked as if there was a bottle of pepto bizmol thrown the wall. I said to my older sister “What’s the plans for the day?” the room fell silent you could almost hear a pen drop even though we had carpet. Her eyes began to water a little her face began to look puppy dog, and she chuckled and said “we’re moving” with a half smiling half crying face as if she had just saw the funniest thing in the world.  I began to historically laugh, and I said “ha ha Happy New year to you to, Now we both know we're not moving anywhere why would you joke like that.” After living in South Philadelphia for three years we were pretty content and I was pretty sure that moving was out of the question for at least another year or two. Her face fell serious, as serious as if someone and the family had died, she hesitantly said “ I’m not joking now get dressed and help us move dad’s stuff out.” My heart dropped and felt as if it had fallen on the floor and broken. My eyes began to tear or more like waterfall my parent had been together for 19 years and married for two a little break up could possibly turn into a big deal. Also I knew that if they were to separate I would have to choose a parent to stay with so, I because an emotional wreck.

Later on that day after I had gotten dressed I went down stairs into my living room squeezed pass the big black trash bags that my mother packed his stuff in, and I looked at there picture hanging on the wall beside the staircase, taking up the width of three panels, the light brown frame surrounding the black inside of the frame. Their picture perfect smiles shining brightly like joy was in the air. Sunlight beaming through the tree’s that filled the plain behind them. His brown skin looked smooth with his black hair. Her white dress brought out the lighter color in her skin, and the darker color in his. Her skin glowed and made her pearl white dress create the Cinderella and Prince Charming beginning to their marriage.

 

This picture stuck in my mind from the day we moved him out until the third week, and fifth day after when moved him back in. I guess that picture remained there through it all to show that no matter what they’ll both still be there for each other. Whenever they’re having trouble I think about the picture, or even back to the day that it was taken.

“Wake up girl its your big day” My aunt says to my mom on this bright but rainy day in July. My mother woke up and climbed out of bed with a bonnet on her head, with sleepy eyes, hot morning breath but still a huge smile. Her hair was freshly done, nicely rapped into a bun she had just gone to the hairdressers the night before. She went down the stairs to see all of her flower girls, bridesmaids, maid of honors, and matron of honors waiting to welcome her to the breakfast table with big beautiful smiles. We sat from oldest to youngest at the table starting with the oldest on her side. Her seat at the table was decorated with congratulations ribbons and white rose petals to make her day turn out beautiful.  My aunt opened the window shutters to the big front window to let the little bit of light in form the rainy day. We ate a little bit just enough to hold us over because we were tight with time. Eleven girls needed to be dressed and ready to go within the next couple of hours.

She began to get dressed but with 10 other women running around the house like wild chickens with there heads off, there was no chance of us being on time. She looked out the huge bedroom window that had white shutters covering them to see where the tiny gray Toyota was parked so that she could go get her nails and toes done. Just then she realized that it was nowhere in sight after talking to my dad in a tone of panic she found out that he had taken the car. She slipped on the cream wedding dress that was laced with beads. My aunt went to zip up the back of the dress and there was a ripping noise, and weird feeling in the room that made us know that something happened. My aunts face feel blank and with the zipper in her hand began to apologize like there was a death in the room. From that point on the day was filled with horror around every Conner. This became a nightmare wedding; it had no effect on their marriage or the way that our family looked at them as husband and wife.

It takes rainy days and obstacles in order for people to be come stronger and more prepared. It took my parents a horrible wedding day and many fights and arguments to just except the fact that there will be tests in life to show you how strong you are, and how strong you become. So when there’s a rainy day be happy be because that means some strengths and things to learn from coming with them.  Some times you just have to enjoy life and its ups and downs just to enjoy life. When there’s a rainy day opened the window shutters to let the little bit of light in that you can make out of it. If you don’t have the strength to find the little bit of little then look to the people around you because there is always a group of people who wont judge you no matter what. Enjoy life by enjoying the most enjoyable and not so enjoyable days.

 

"Why I Write"

Why I Write ...

I write because it's beautiful. 
One Pen, One Mind, One Voice = A Million Possibilities
Talk about a life You've never experienced but preach It like you live it everyday.
I write because it's beautiful. 
Tell a story for someone whose afraid to tell their own even though everyones listening.
Express yourself in ways you never could
Tell people things you never would.
It's Beautiful and I Write because it's Beautiful!  

Why I Write

I write to express my feelings about the modern times and events. I also write to store ideas I have, and communicate with those that cannot hear or see me.

Writing is a tool for recording, yet I do agree it is another force that has been used for corruption and evil. It can be a platform for propaganda and complete fabrications. It's system can cause oppression,elitism in those who know more words and those who can write at all and it's unfair if not everyone learns to read, which is a global inequality.On the other hand, people write to say things that they are capable of saying face to face, but maybe don't have the stomach. 

Writing is okay but the spoken word and storytelling will always hail in comparison.It's much better to physically interact with an actual human being, and have the social experience of actually connecting with another human being in front of you whether they are reciting a poem, telling a story, or expressing their opinions. I'd rather listen to someones views face to face, accent and syllable,  spit glob to hand motions, body posture, and tone, features, facial expressions, volume and all then simply read it on a piece a paper, not really seeing how they breathe and withdraw sentences out of their thoughts and maybe even getting to build a mutual relationship with them. 


You can write on the bus, and train, isolate yourself in your room or desk. But nothing beats taking someone on the train with you or speaking to an entire audience. Even if you are reading something you've written down, You can always add in other flows of thought, and new ideas your writing generates. It's all about the present moment.

But in modern times, I can't expect people to remember everything in their heads, through the constant chores, stresses, and tasks of modern institutions. So It is a pretty useful, but I like to get out and experience things.

You always travel to a bad writers house and punch them in the face, but how more convenient to punch them in the face when they are right in front of you.


Why do you Write ?

I started writing in 4th grade. It wasn't something I was passionate about , I just needed a good grade on that 5 paragraph essay assigned in Ms.Kane's class. When I received my test the next week, I was awarded a 97, and a publishing in a writing competition. I was excited at first, but then I just brushed it off. My Mom was so proud, an d my Dad shook my hand, but I kept my face straight, trying to let them know it didn't matter.

If this was a world that you couldn't write, things might be better. When you think about it, a lot of drama starts with the wrong text thing written. Like that comment on FaceBook that gets someone upset. If you couldn't write, you'd be forced to say these things, or just drop it, since writing gives people a sense of safety at the time. Most suicidal deaths in teens are caused not only by bullying physically, but also through cyber-space. 

I write (though I'm good at it) mainly because I get reprimanded if I don't. Like I said, I do it because I have too.

Why I write

Why do i write?
i write to express my feelings and let out myself. When i write words flow from my head to my hand. My pen to my paper. when i hold a pencil and a paper I feel like creating my own imaginary world, with its own stories and its own problems. Magic or not. Violence and peace. they all come to my head when i write.
The feeling when i write is like the great relief. Everything I'm thinking flows on paper. jumbled or in order. doesn't matter, they all make it on the paper.
My pieces of writing all make me proud. The thing that makes me frustrated it that i know i can do better.
I lose myself when i write. my mind grabs a topic and comes up with a million things for it. It jumbles and jungles  the ideas and hopefully pics the closest ones for it. I sometimes stray of topic because i need to get something off my chest or i need to say everything on my mind. I cant always rely on myself to edit and delete my works because it's hard for me to chose or single anything out.
I love to write and read and it is what i do the most.
-niyala

Why I Write?

I write because im told to do so by teachers in order to get a good grade on classes.But i believe that people in general write because writing is the basic of communication between each other.Also writing in different ways such as poems or songs can be a great way to express your opinion, feelings, or life experiences.

Why do i write?

Why do i write?

one of the reason i write is to communicate with other people. i write something each and every day. most of the time when i'm writing it is threw a text message. when i text it because it is a quick and easy way of talking to someone and i can do other thing while doing it. if i couldn't write, i dont know where i would be in life because writing is something that happens in my every day life. another time i write is when im doing my home work. when im doing my english homework, it always involve writing an answer to a question or writing a essay.  

Why Do I Write

I love to wright because it helps me relax and relieve stress.  Writing soothes my mind and it takes me away from all the things that I deal with from time to time. Writing helps me organize my thoughts. Writing also helps me use bigger words and it strengthens my vocabulary and spelling. I believe that writing is important because writing helps you get into different jobs different schools and etc. Many people don't really care about writing but I do because writing could take you very far in life. To places that you never dreamed of being. Some people don't realize how good they are in writing until they try and craft together a story, an essay or any kind of writing prompt. So you should ask yourself why do you write!!!


Why do I write?



Writing can have many different meanings for each person. For some people writing is just grabbing a piece of paper, or in a computer, etc. and start writing/typing every word that crosses your mind in that instant. For other people, is just a boring thing that makes you tired and leads to nothing. However, for some people it is something so important, that it becomes part of their lives. But for me, it is both… writing/typing every word that crosses your mind in that instant and something that I could not live without.  It all depends on each person. I write because I think that writing can be your best friend in some situations, but it can be your worst nightmare too. For me, writing helps me get relieved, it helps to clarify my thoughts and it makes me feel better after expressing everything I have inside. At the same time, it brought me problems when I wrote something about someone and that person read it. But after all that, I still think that writing is super important and is one the best ways you can express yourself, with no one judging you.

Why I Write

​I write because it is a way i can describe myself, and I can say what I feel and mean with out being judged. Like I am a shy person when it comes to me telling people what the problem is, writing it is a lot easier, I can tell you everything with out the fear of you judging me. Writing is a easy stress reliever. Writing what you think and feel is a lot easier than having a face to face conversation, any type of writing (texting, im'n, messaging.) Expands the way you think, your vocabulary and speaking become more advanced.By writing you can discover a new world, you can click delete and restart, life is not that easy, but thinking about what could be makes every day a little better. Expands the way you think.

I write because ...

I write to express how I feel without speaking. Sometimes I get so upset that my words may hurt the people I care about or just anyone in general. So, instead I just write/type how I feel. I adjust my writing depending if people plan on reading or If I give permission for people to read it or not. If I'm writing for example: class or for someone to review, revise or edit my paper in any sort than i'll make sure that the paper is formal proper, and full of correct grammar. If I'm writing for myself or just to empty out everything I'm holding inside then, I'll put whatever I feel. I'll curse, swear anything I want because I'm the only person reading at the end of the day. I don't write to intentionally hurt people feelings, but If I advice someone not read something personal, it's probably because it's something in their that they might not want to see, or I may just not want them to see it. I don't just write how I feel but I also write from my perspective of seeing/ viewing things.

Why I Write

Why is it that I write? I'll tell you why. It's important to have literacy. To read, to understand. I write so people know my topic. I write so I understand. I write so people can see my topic. I write just for the heck of it. I write to spell. I write to chat. I write to be beneficial. I write for a lot of things. Writing is important on this planet. A world without written literacy is a world with no language(s). A world that has no language is world with no understanding. If our world was like that today, we'd be in caves, scratching our heads and butts figuring what a rock is. Writing is essential to the human race.





Why I write?

​I write because it lets me get a chance to express my feelings/emotions. It let's me get a chance to speak my mind without everyone listening to me. Sometimes theres personal stuff that you need to let out and when you have no one to talk to it can help if you write about it.

I write because I have a very imaginative and creative mind. I never have a one track mind, it wonders, so when i write to get a chance to clear my head. I have a lot of things pop into my head and do not want to forget those thoughts, and writing them helps me remember.

I write because it is like a documentary about my life. Even if it is the simplest things that happens to me, I want to remember it in the future and it helps. I know that when i get older i probably won't remember what any of the things i write means but technically I'll have the memory because i wrote it down

Why I Write

I write because it makes me feel good. I write because it can help deal with problems. I write because it gives me something to do. I write because my teacher tells me to. I write because I want to. I write because I am in school. I write because it keeps my fingers moving. I write because it helps me think. I write because it is fun. 

Why I Write?

Writing is a way of expression. The words of which you can not say come to life on paper. Its a way to bring others into my colorful world. The feelings I feel, the many things i see, everything will come to life and will not only be seen from my point of view. Writing is a way to not only tell , but also vividly show others my many obstacles I face. Verbally speaking is not a way i can tell people the thoughts that run through my brain, the images of which I see, the future of which i seek.Typing up what I feel or even writing it down is the best way for those to get into my head full of ideas. Writing is not just an action that you do in school nor is it just something to do if you have no emotions behind it. Writing is a way you can put yourself in someones shoes. A way to show visual thoughts, feelings and expressions. Those who see me on a daily basis do not see or feel or even understand who I am. This form of releasing feelings helps those who judge me based off of my appearance see who I, Zaria Linton, really am. So why do i write you may ask? I write because to me, writing is life itself.

Why I write

I write for me and for others but mostly me. 
Letting my imagination run wild through my head and channel it through my pen onto the paper.
I write about adventures real and fiction. 
I write of romance. Connecting to a person with vivid descriptions of many things. 
I write about trust and teamwork. Showing that friends and family can overcome ANYTHING.
I write to build suspense. Leaving the reader on the edge of their seat, with descriptions so vivid they can see everything happening. 
I write to make people laugh. Always bringing some comedic relief. 
I write for the joy of making up stories, of fantasy, fiction, and many more.
Why I write there are so many reasons but the main one is this...

I write for the readers.