How We Describe
Ourselves
Artifacts that Describe
Us, by Amanda Parks,
8th grade, and her gram, Diane Scott
We brought three R. L. Stine books to class to share because
we have big book fetishes and we love to read! Plus, R. L. Stine is one of
our favorite authors.
Along with all the other authors we like Cynthia Voight,
Christopher Pike, and for intense intrigue, the ever awesome “Dan
Brown,” “The Da Vinci Code, and “Of Demons and Angels.”
We enjoy reading so much that every night before it’s time to
go to sleep we always read a book or a few chapters. We meditate on it and can
finish a 200 page book in less than a week.
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Words that Describe Us, by Sergio Alvarez,
6th grade, and Ana Elisa Alvarez, his mother,
A word to describe us is “opportunity.” We want to have the
opportunity to study and to be in this writing class. A word that represents our
family is “united.” We
are united because we are always together having fun.
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Words that Describe the Aguilars, Ariana, Leo
and José
Laughter, time together, music, dancing, breakfast,
church, family, culture, Hispanic and Mexican…football rivalries,
food, BBQ’s, beer, lots of kids, arguments, loud, birthdays, family
trips, Rosarito and San Diego.
The word CREATIVE stands out to us because everyone in our
family is creative in their own ways. Some can draw beautifully,
some make crafts, some design things. We all have our own little
things we are good at.
Creativeness is the one word that has the Aguilar last name
all over it. That is
why we painted the word CREATIVE on the garden wall at
school.
Our word CREATIVE on the garden wall looks amazing. The colors make it stand out
very much and it seems as though everyone else in our Family Scribe
group likes it also. We
hope the whole school does.
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Poems and paragraph about Fremont Middle
School and the Fremont Neighborhood
by
Yolanda Kassa, 6th grader
Fremont Middle School
Good school,
fun
Maybe we’re rat free (I
hope)
All the teachers are nice
and creative
Cafeteria food tastes
good
Too many student
fights
Great after school
activities
Neighborhood
Our neighborhood has many
cats,
Not many kids.
A Quiet
Neighborhood
In my opinion, I would describe Fremont as a
good place to learn, a nice place to hang with friends, and a great
place to have fun. The
students are mostly cool unless you get on their nerves (then you
might get beat up). The
teachers are very nice, except for a chosen few. Despite all the rat stories
that were in the news, Fremont is a great
school.
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A
Letter to my Future Self
By
Yolanda Kassa, 6th grader
Dear Yolanda of the future in 2016,
How are you? How does it feel to be 22? I hear that you’re in law
school and that you’re engaged to be married. I guess you’re still living
with mom and dad.
You’re finally an adult. I bet you drove mom
crazy!
Are you still doing good in school? Did you find out who hurt
you in 2006? I bet you
went to LA in the summers.
Was it fun?
Anyway, did mom and dad buy you a dog or cat yet? How long did your sea
monkeys survive? So,
did you finally get your own room? I hope you did. Did your sister drive you
crazy? That’s a dumb
question! Of course she
did!
Well, I hope you’ll have a happy life. Don’t have kids until you
are 24. Be
successful.
Love, Yolanda of the year 2006
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A
Letter to Deanna Kassa, from Deanna Kassa
by Deanna Kassa, grade school
student
Dear me in 2016,
In ten years from now I want to know what I am going to
do. Am I going to be a
doctor? Am I going to
be a dentist? Am I
going to be rich? Am I
going to be poor? Am I
going to live in a box?
Am I going to live in a house? Am I going to be able to
drive a car? Where am I
going to be? Am I going
to be in jail? I hope not!
Am I going to die?
I hope not! Am I
going to be married? Am
I going to be finished with college. I hope I am going to have my
own room without my mean sister.
Sincerely, Deanna Kassa, 2006
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Gift, by Yolanda Kassa
The word “gift” means a lot to me. It means a thing that a
loved one gives. The
gifts that mean the most to me are gifts that come from the
heart. Gifts don’t have
to be expensive. They
should be caring. A
gift can be made, bought or earned. The most important gift that
I have been given in my life is my family.
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Powerful Words that Describe Our
Lives!
A two voice poem by Tania Hernandez and
Rachel Ingli, sixth graders.
The girls read this poem on stage at the Third Annual
Las
Vegas Poetry Jam in Spring
2006.
Furious
Furioso
Death
Muerte
Faith
Experanza
Lonely
Solo
Furious is when you are really mad and pass
the red line.
Furious is when you are really mad and turn
into a red tomato.
Death is something that comes into live out
of nowhere and takes away someone you love.
Death is when God takes someone away from you
and you loved that person.
Faith is when you really trust someone and
believe they won’t betray you.
Faith is when you have an honest person that
you can look up to.
Lonely is when you want to talk to someone
and no one is there.
Lonely is when you have nobody to talk to or
play with.
Coward
Cobarde
Cry
Llanto
Love
Amor
Coward is when someone tells you to do
something but you want to do it, but you are too scared to
try.
Coward is when someone asks you to do
something, and you back off.
Cry is when you have a feeling that hurts on
the inside and you blurt it out from your eyes.
Cry is when you are sad because something
happened really bad, but sometimes it is something good.
Love is a feeling that you have for someone,
a special feeling for a special someone.
Love is a good thing to feel, sometimes you
will get crushed.
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Words Describing
Life
by Krystal Kram, sixth
grader
Hate is what enemies have
against each other
Love is a great thing to
have, much better than hatred.
Freedom is so important to
have.
Killing is
wrong.
Responsibilities are cool
to have.
Spirit is
awesome.
Achieving in life is
nice.
Honor is what we want to
achieve.
Cancer is
wrong.
Clowning is
rude.
Dying is cruel.
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I Am
by Caroline Weru, seventh
grader
When I am angry, I am a firework ready to
explode in the sky:
Explosive, deafening
Assaulting, blinding
Soaring, loud
When I am frustrated, I am a volcano ready to
erupt:
Loud, yellow
Brownish, hot
Deadly, not safe
When I am lonely, I am a lost puppy waiting
for a home:
Rusty, hungry
Angry, no home
Smelly, dirty
When I am dancing, I am a bird flying over
the ground:
Happy, energetic
Groovy, feel the music
Learning dances, singing the songs
When I am excited, I am a jumpy monkey ready
to leap on a tree:
Noisy, jumpy
Wailing, excited
Ready, preparing
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Autobiography Poem
by Tania Moreno, sixth
grader
I am a girl with feelings
I wonder about boys
I hear people talking
I see my friends
I want to be good in everything
I am a girl with anger.
I pretend to be something I am not
I feel like a small person in this
world
I touch others with my writing
I worry that I am not good enough
I cry when I think about my family members
who are gone
I am a girl that wants everything
I understand that everything can’t go my
way
I say that I am not good at
anything
I dream of being everything
I try too hard at things
I hope I can be whatever I want
I am a girl that does not know what she
wants.
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Just Because
by Krystal Cram, sixth
grader
Just because I have
glasses
doesn’t mean I am a
nerd
Just because I like
rap
doesn’t mean I don’t like
Green Day
Just because I’m
beautiful
doesn’t men you have to
hate me
Just because my dad
left
doesn’t mean I am not
happy
Just because I have a
great mom
doesn’t mean she’s not
mean sometimes
Just because Mr. Kelly
says I am a great writer
doesn’t mean it is
true.
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I Am . . .
by Krystal Cram
I am the oldest out of all the kids in my
house.
I wonder if I would get a day off from doing
everything because I am the oldest.
I hear about what bad people do in this
world.
I see what happened to Crystal
Figaroea.
I want to be a millionaire.
I am quiet.
I pretend to be a model.
I feel pain when someone hits me.
I touch the tears when I am sad.
I wonder if people care.
I cry when people hurt my
feelings.
I am a nice person.
I understand most of my school
work.
I say police officers and teachers are under
paid.
I dream of a lot of candy.
I try to help my friends
I hope I can change the world.
I am a Scorpio.
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LOVE
In the spring of 2006, one
of our classes fell close to Valentine’s Day. For a fun writing
assignment, everyone took a handful of candy hearts, the kind with
little love messages written on them. Then, they used the words of
love on the hearts to write poems or stories. Here are a few of those love
writings.
My Boyfriend Sent me a Love
Letter
by Amanda Parks, 8th
grade
I got my first love letter, and this is what
it said: Be my love,
and come with me, runaway and live with me by the sea. Your love is sweet, my love
is pure, you will be with me forever more. Open your heart and be my
love, because our love is like a white winged dove. He signed the letter I love
U, Marry me and our Dreams will come true.
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To My Boyfriend
by Yolanda Kassa, 6th
grade
My boyfriend,
I love you,
I have 3 wishes
for our 2
hearts.
Be mine,
First kiss,
Then smile.
Thank you!
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