copy change poem:

However hard I try to think,
Of all it comes is a quick blink.

Why I can never remember,
The electrons in metal zinc.

Rate of change is always the same,
But they can have different names.

You can find nobody to blame
That sodium gives out orange blame.

Too many properties there are,
To be measured and fit on scale.

A week to go before I wail,
Because the whole test I will fail.

And now I eat and drink and sleep,
With no fear or lie inside deep.

Do not disturb my pleasant sleep,
Do not disturb my pleasant sleep.

Copy changed poem: The Green Bushes

So much depends
upon

The green
bushes

Swinging in the morning
breeze

Beside a yellow
oriole

R & J UNIT homework

BLOG AS IF YOU WERE THE PRINCE. IN THE AFTERMATH OF THE TRAGEDY,
WHAT CAN YOU DO TO MAKE THE COMMUNITY BETTER?

The deaths of Romeo and Juliet has soothed the tense situation between the Capulet and Montague. The tragedy is a lesson for all citizens, that hatred and animosity destroy life, destroy happiness, destroy our hope for a better future. As the Prince of Verona, I am determined to stop hatred and bring peace into our community. I will make strict laws to expel all violence from the city. Anyone who start fighting will not only receive punishment (i.e. work), but must also openly apologize. I will make everybody equal in front of the laws: if Capulet and Montague themselves fight, they must apologize to each other and to the community. Thus, the ordinary citizens of Verona will realize that keep our community clean of blood and hatred is a responsibility shared by every single person. We together will make a better future for ourselves and for our children.

NEWSPAPER ASSIGNMENT

First Day of School

On the first day of school

Jem told me that, in school

Everything is different

I should not bother him

Nor embarrass him in front of "his" friends

Dressed in her red-and-white-striped dress

Miss Caroline is a peppermint drop

A faint line always come between her eyebrows

And Atticus always wrong by her

I am no longer praising Jesus's words

Cats and rats and men scatter all over the place instead

I am no longer allowed to write

We must all learn how to Print

Where does my buttered sandwich reward go

Or where does the dozen quick little pats come from

Miss Caroline is different

Not like Atticus,

Not Jem, not Dill

Not Calpurnia

Not anyone I known

She is only a pretty little thing

It doesn't matter where you came from; it matters where you want to go.

I am here.

I cannot write beautiful handwriting.
I  do not play piano as well as all the other "brilliant" people.

I cannot memorise eight simple drawings within 15 seconds.

I will never pronounce "synthesis" properly, nor Korean, nor Spanish. 

I keep telling myself I'm alright,

because I know,

slowly but steadily

I am walking towards the tomorrow me

the better me.

Descriptive Essay

    I must not be a caring person.  I had lost tons of things in my life, and memories are the most among them.  My parents used to tell me how funny I was or how smart I was, and all I said was "Wow really".  Instead of remember big things, I take things that are remarkable and interesting. I guess all the people get the choice of remembering things that they want to remember.

    My earliest memory was definitely very impressing however it was in an embarrassing way.  The time draws back to kindergarten, when I was six.  I was a nice little girl but too shy to talk to people.  However I still found a best friend.  Her name is "Mary".  She was taller than me, was more outgoing, more athletic; overall she was like a big sister of mine.  There weren't any fights we had that I remember.

    One day Mary came to school with her new ruler, and soon she was surrounded by all the kids.  The ruler was the most fashionable and unique ones at the time - a strip of measurement attached to a mini game, which is a labyrinth.  It has closed space for three or four tiny balls to move freely.  I was so fascinated to the ruler that after school I asked to borrow it home.  Mary hesitated a bit, "O.K. Just be careful. And bring it back tomorrow."

    Of course I totally ignored her words.  The labyrinth was so exciting and I let the balls reach every single corners, more than once.  Children always have such great imagination so that I guess I must came up with a crazy idea though I forgot the details.  The truth was, I somehow broke it.

    Now I'm still surprised with the "little me".  I didn't think very much at that night. In face all I thought was "I cannot play that anymore, but that's okay because I've got other stuff too."  So I went on watching TV.  It was amazing that the second day I actually remembered to take the broken ruler.  Until I met Mary's eyes and suddenly realized what I had done.  I held the ruler behind me although anyone can easily see that I'm hiding something.  Then I told Mary: "Now I'm gonna tell you something but you must be so mad at me." 
   
    She was confused at first, "No, how could you know that I'm gonna be mad at you?" 

    "You must be really really mad, I know it."

    Mary might figure what I was trying to tell. I did something bad. "It's okay just tell me. I won't yell at you."

    The mood, the lights, the words and everything knocked me off.  I was almost crying, "You will. No. You will."
   
    "I promise I won't."

    I still am not sure if I'm exagerrating my emotion, or even acting.  I believe I was not.  Human nature determines the muddle of children, and everything is good natured, and, pretty cute.
   
    At last I told her.  I could see that the fact still hit her, a bit.  But Mary was so nice and she kept her promise.  Our relationship wasn't affected by this accident very much.  I really appreciate her kindness and I was lucky that I had a wonderful sister in my early years.