Monthly Archives: November 2014

An Apology to Antoinette by Maria

Dear Mom Antoinette,

I’m writing this letter to you from the dungeon to apologize for my misbehavior and my unlike mouse behaviors. I know I have been causing a lot of talk and disappointment to you, our family and to the other mice.

It all started from the moment I was born. I saw all this bright light and shades of color that I couldn’t resist. Every single moment of light brought me all these wonderful feelings, that I could not help myself not get in trouble.

When I heard the King play the music that was as sweet as honey, I just had to be near. Something about the music and light make me not feel like a mouse. Princess Pea is so beautiful you should meet her. She complimented me so many times that I was blinded from her words and love that she showed me.

I wish you and the other mice would be able to see what I feel and be happy for me. I disagree with all of you telling me that I can’t love someone that is not a mouse. Love is a strange thing that just comes. I read it in the books at the library! A story always starts with once upon a time and ends with a happy ending of love.

Being in the dungeon for a few days has given me the urge to apologize for the damage I have caused to you and our family. I know I broke the most important mouse rule and I let Princess Pea touch me as well. All these were actions of love. However, having everyone treat me in a mean way and comment on how tiny I am, my big ears, and my not so mouse like habits made me feel different.

I might be different by my own way but you still have to remember that I’m your son and that you gave birth to me. I am still your little Despereaux and I hope to change your mind about being a disappointment.

Love,

Despereaux

An Apology to Furlough by Madhawan

Dear Furlough,

I owe you a big apology for not being a mouse. I am full of sorrow that I couldn’t focus on your mouse lessons. I was too busy enlightened with the light of the beautiful sun going through the enormous stained glasses. I was daydreaming about loving Princess Pea. I wasn’t thinking of “Let’s just ignore Furlough’s boring lessons.” I had been too dreamy with the light and Pea.

To make it up to you, I would like to take the mouse lessons, even if they are really boring. I believe I have changed.  I have not seen the light in a long time. I haven’t seen Princess Pea either. Although I don’t want to be a mouse, I will accept the challenge. I do deserve a punishment though as I have broken some very major rules.

Your small little, big eared brother,

Despereaux

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Moubeen and I by Khush

         Hi, my friend, that is my cousin too, is from Burewala, Pakistan. Moubeen has brown hair, brown eyes like a brown dog with black spots ,and Moubeen has a beautiful smile as a beautiful day. I feel like Moubeen and I are like sisters, like I am another copy of Moubeen because Moubeen thinks the same ideas and plans. If we have a problem  we figure out a solution, and  we have the the same solution. What I like about Moubeen is that she is so funny, gentle, and calm. She has changed this visit because she gets me and my feelings now. We agree at the same things and when we have fights we both say, “Sorry! I would never do something like that again.” I like to call Moubeen Been because her nickname is Been and her middle name is Fatima. I like to joke and use her name with mine because my mom was going to name me Noor Fatima. She likes to play and to go to our farm. We play at night, tell scary stories and joke around. My brother likes her because if my brother says bring that she brings what my brother told her.

Everytime  I go to Pakistan the second place I go to is Burewala. The second day Been and I start off with going to our farm. Next we go to  our cousin that is also our friend and we watch T.V at her house. Lastly we go home and vote for games. We play Hide- and- Seek or Pakistani games like Laal Pari, Yasou Pangou, Laal Pari Tota Share, and  we also play tag.

The game I am going to tell you about is Drum Roll Hide-and-Seek!So how you play in Pakistan is if you find one person or all the people  you say, “Express!” If the person that hides says, “Daap!” the person that seeks seeks again.

Once my cousin Hamza told me where Been and his brother Talha were and I fell for it.  I went to see where Been and Talha were.  Been then said, “Daap!”  and everyone laughed at me. I felt embarrassed but I  had so much fun!

Then I went to my friend Rimsha’s  house to meet her and we played a game called Cocai.  This is how you play.  You need 4 people, you have 1 partner for each person. You draw a square. The square has to have small squares and 4xs. Then you need 4 different types of pieces to play. Then you and your partner decides who starts first. Then you play.  If you get stuck, your partner can help you. So my friend, Rimsha, we talk with each other for 1 or 2 hours.

On August 14th, guess what, it is… drum roll… it’s Pakistan’s Independence Day! On Independence Day in Burewala, men make a mountain with sand, and then add color. Then they add decoration like lights, cars, cows eating hay, and soldiers.  On the sand mountain there are 4 small  doors. Been, my baby girl cousin, her 2 year old sister and I went to see the mountain. It looked super cool. While watching the mountain being built, I ate shaved ice with my sister and then I went to a house to get special Pakistani clothes for my Sialkot cousins.

One way that Been has changed is that she is so nice,calm and patient now. Before Been used to be rude but now she is nice. In Burewala, Been and I took money from our parents and went to eat chaat, vegetable salad. The salad was so good that everyday Been and I went to eat chaat. Been, Rimsha and I had so much fun together. I will never forget the fun I had with Been and  Rimsha!

So So Sorry…

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My Minecraft Diamond by Daphne

Out of all the things I like to do in my spare time, Minecraft is my favorite. Minecraft is a video game you can play on ipad, iphone, X-box, PC and Mac. It is exactly like the real world with oceans, rivers, hills, valleys, mountains and more! The only difference is what makes the game unique; everything, everything is made of big blocks. In Minecraft you can play in Creative mode, where you can fly, you have access to commands and you have every item in the game. In Survival mode, you must collect resources, build shelter and protect yourself from hostile mobs.
My cousin and I were experimenting different Minecraft seeds. A seed is a line of letters and numbers that tell the game what the world looks like. We found one where you spawn next to a pit with four iron ore in it! I decided to make a survival world with this seed. Little did I know that this world would be plentiful in iron, gold, lapis lazuli and even diamonds!
The next day, I began my world. Once I had obtained the iron close to me, I set out to find a place to make my cave-home shelter. I found a cliff close to me and decided to mine a tunnel into it. I cleared away some stone and added my furnace and crafting table. I lit up the area with torches and I was finished. I couldn’t craft a bed so I stayed in my house during the night.
The other days in my world were the same; collecting resources in the day, staying inside at night. Eventually I had about four stacks of iron. Then one day, I set out to mine in the cave system next to my house. I wanted to make an anvil and I needed more iron ingots. I went down to the underground ravine, went across it and climbed into a cave. Then I noticed something I’d never seen before, and opening in the rock!
I broke the surrounding stone to make it bigger and crawled inside the tunnel. I placed torches to light my way and collected the ores I found. When I thought the tunnel would go on forever, I saw a light at the end. I exited the tunnel and stepped into the mouth of another ravine, complete with lava, gold, redstone, iron and water cascading down the walls.
“Yes!!” I thought.
But as I took a step forward, I forgot to hold down shift. Stone fell in front of me as I hit the ground. Instantly, he screen read: Game Over!
“No!!” I cried.
I clicked respawn and quickly headed back to the cave after hastily crafting an iron pickaxe. I found the second ravine again and climbed down with a bucket of water. I recovered some of my items and mined the ores I saw. I made a small area with a furnace, crafting table and chest and put my iron and gold to smelt while I tried to find a cave system. I ran across some obsidian and found a large cavern in the walls of the ravine. I entered it and sprinted over some more obsidian. I hoped I could find some diamonds to mine it. As I ran, blue flashed on the side of my screen.
“Lapis Lazuli!” I exclaimed, hoping to mine the rare blue ore. When I turned back I observed that this mineral was a lighter blue. I charged and took the ore and found another behind it. I switched to the hotbar slot it was in and stared at the gem in my hand. This was so exciting. I was so excited.
The first diamonds to ever be found in Epic Survival lay in Daph2004’s hand. My hand!
THE END

An Apology to Despereaux by Daphne

Dear Despereaux,
I would like to apologize for leading you to the dungeon. I had always wanted to be part of the Mouse Council and I had believed that this would have been a way to prove myself. Now I regret having no little brother. I felt annoyed when you didn’t behave like a mouse and I guess that’s what led me to this act of perfidy. When I returned home I was ready for my family’s compliments, but I received none.
After a few days I realized that I longed for you to return. Please accept my apology. I will be talking to father tomorrow, about sneaking you out of the dungeon’s darkness. Make sure you don’t get lost in that revolting maze until I come to save you.
Your caring brother,
Furlough

The Caterpillar Rollercoaster of Doom by Anna B

“Aaahh!!!” I could hear the terrified screams of the riders on the caterpillar rollercoaster. We were waiting in line, and were about in the middle, waiting for our turn on the slithering, mechanical figure. Metal creaked, people squeaked, but I was tapping my foot impatiently onto the muddy ground.
My family and I decided to go onto an exciting trip: Alou-Fun Park located in the South of Athens. ! Though it was a relatively long journey, I was hopping up and down in happiness. Once we reached the Luna Park, I jumped out into the evening air, let the cool breeze brush my hair away, and cheered, “We came! We came!!!” over and over again. I was still singing and screaming while we walked on the sidewalk, the last of the cars rushing before us into the night.
So here I was, on my first activity, getting ready for a fantastic ride. I could now see people getting out of the metallic little door, turning barf green, like the outline of the seats. I got a little grossed out, and was ready to change my mind, but I couldn’t. It was our turn! L I stumbled up the aluminum stairs, the staircase making a loud “BANG!!!” each time I stepped on them. I was holding my brother’s hand tightly and I was sweating. My hand was slipping from his grip every time I caught his hand. We clambered onto our seats. We had to be separated though, because the spherical chairs that divided the giant robot were one seated. Our parents preferred to stay outside and watch us. They were pale even at the sight of the ride!
I heard a “POOF!!!” and the ‘fun’ train had started. I clung onto the bar in front of me. Unfortunately, I stopped imagining, and came back to the real world; but I wasn’t exaggerating in my imagination. We were soaring through the night, tearing the darkness before us; and, of course, I gave out a loud, earsplitting scream. I clung onto the shiny bar for a wild turn, still yelling. My throat was dry by now, and I hugged the bar again for another move, whimpering.
I was relieved to see that rollercoaster ride was over. I waved my arms furiously, trying to tell the bars to let go of me. Finally, they loosened, and I jumped out of my seat, looking around at the crowd for my brother. I thought I would never see him again, when suddenly a sweaty head popped out of the people. I ran to him and tightly hugged him. We zoomed to our parents’ table at the Café, and after drinking a million glasses of water, we found ourselves bursting out the whole story. “This… was AMAZING!!!” I finished. “Now let’s go to Crazy Mouse!!!”
My family sighed.

The Best Volleyball Match by Azra

“Let’s go Lancers, let’s go!!!” shouted everyone. The crowd was spirited and eager to watch ACS win. Fifth graders and High Schoolers were cheering for the Lancers, as they were playing the drums and moving the “Lancers flag” from left to right as they were singing, “Let`s go Lancers, let`s go!”

Everyone sitting down in the gym was really excited. Our class and the rest of the fifth grade, was cheering for the Lancers. We were singing chants, clapping in rhythms and stamping our feet at the bleachers.

When the game started, everyone was hooked on the ball ready to see an ACS victory. There it was, the Lancers won the first point, second point, third point and this continued. As you can imagine everyone was getting up from their seats and screaming off the top of their lungs, “Yeaaaaaahh!!!!”

The referee blew the whistle and the buzzer went off. The ACS Lancers were a very good team, but do you know why? They actually won the first set!! Bang Bang Bang, the high schoolers were playing the drums. Everyone was getting super excited. The Lancers were doing so well because they had teamwork, leadership, effort and sportsmanship. Even when a team member lost the ball, they would still cheer each other up.

After winning the first set, the teams changed spots. Now the ACS Lancers were playing on the other side. The judge gave the ball to ACS and the game started. The game was as fun as going to the Luna Park. Everyone was enjoying it and we were so happy we were part of it. As the second set was happening, the Lancers seemed to be getting tired. The other team was getting more points and the difference was becoming bigger. Suddenly, we win a point and the whole gym started cheering. We get another point and another one and then another. ACS Lancers were getting back into the game. The gym started moving as if there was an earthquake. “From East to West, from East to West… the Lancers are the best, the Lancers are the best,” was sang from everyone in the gym. They started getting more points but unfortunately, lost the second set.

“ Go Lancers, go Lancers!!” everyone shouted as the third set began. In this set the Lancers were lucky, as they won!!! Everyone in the gym was really happy, but the excitement didn’t finish here. ACS Lancers won second place in the whole tournament. It was the best volleyball match, and we were able to be part of it!!

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A Stroke of Luck, Part 2 by Maggie Daly

“3, 2, 1, GO!”
And I dived.
I didn’t jump—I leaped. Into the air and down, down, down. Everything seemed to be blurred—the only thing that I could see was my lane as my body crashed into the cool water, the shock of the changing temperature only lasting for a second. And I was under. I held my breath as I vigorously dolphin kicked for a few seconds and then I came to the surface. I sucked in as much air as I could in as little time as possible.
And I was off.
I was kicking like a motorboat, slightly curving my arms and cupping my hands, one at a time.
In, out, in, out! I thought as I used all of my training, all of my coaching, to let me keep going, let me go faster, let me win!
I looked ahead and through my blurry, water-filled goggles, I could see, looming before me, the wall.
And I propelled myself forward, taking a breath, and using every ounce of strength in my body.
And then I was there.
I used my arms to push myself out of the pool and stood there, panting.
And then I looked up.
There was a man, one man. I looked around and saw that there was one man or woman at the end of each lane, keeping track of the time, and the winners.
And then it happened.
The man held up, for everyone to see, a big plastic card saying: #1.
A number one.
I had won.
At first I just stood there in a shocked silence. What?! I was in the 8-10 girls group.
And I was only 8.
But I had won.
A mere 15 seconds later, I was dangling my legs into the edge of the pool, absentmindedly slurping at my water bottle. My heart had slowed to its regular pace. I was very proud as I sat watching the last of the swimmers finish up.
But it wasn’t over yet.
The timekeeper signaled the end of the race and everyone sat through the two- minute break, sipping water and restoring their energy for the next race—backstroke.
Again, we got into our positions for the race. I wasn’t feeling as nervous as last time, but my stomach was turning and my hands trembling. I forced myself to inhale . . . exhale. Unlike last time, we would start in the pool and kick off the wall, backwards, when the whistle blew.
And it sure did blow.
“3, 2, 1, GO!”
I flew off the wall, squeezing all of the power I could produce into that kick. I started kicking my feet like a maniac and keeping my arms in the perfect technique that my coach had taught me. I searched my mind, using every bit of information about swimming the backstroke to help me go faster.
Backstroke is a fairly easy stroke to learn with good coaching. The only problem is direction. You need to swim as straight as possible without being able to look behind you.
It was hard—believe me.
But I had a stroke of luck. Literally.
I reached the wall and was almost shivering with excitement as I swiveled around in the pool and launched myself out of it. I eagerly looked up at the man.
And there.
In his hand.
Was.
A.
One.
I was stunned. Completely and utterly stunned.

Our Own Facebook by Kaitlyn

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Mrs. Kynigou’s class had been waiting all day to make their posters. The whole day was dragging on from morning math to afternoon science. Finally, it was time to make our posters! So we started with picking our favorite book that we had read in 5th grade. Then we created a hook to get other people interested in the story. Then we drew, colored and glued and everyone had created a masterpiece. We waited a week before all the posters got hung up. Then one afternoon Mrs. Kynigou handed out yellow sticky notes to the whole class. We wrote our names on them and if you liked one of the books that someone had chosen, you put your sticky note under that poster. Then if you wanted to read someone’s book you put an orange sticky note with your name on it on their poster. It was very fun for everyone to be part of a kid friendly ‘’Facebook’’. Comment if you like our ”Facebook”. Come put likes on our posters!

What I Like, by Maria K

My favorite sport is tennis,
Playing, with the powerful racket,
That is used to hit the bright yellow ball,
Swoosh, to the other side of the black net,
That crosses half of the green court,
To the opponent’s side and SCORE I get a point.

My favorite animal is a dog,
Like the golden retriever that has shiny smooth fur,
With large brown glittering gorgeous eyes,
Fluffy soft ears,
That can hear everything no matter the distance,
All this makes you want to love the golden retriever.

My favorite place is Damialis beach,
With its crystal waves that form a big wavy shape,
Like a mouth ready to devour you as people are splashing in the sea,
Their sky blue color,
Getting ready to crash on giant rocks,
Filled with green, red, pink, yellow corals,
That shines as the sun’s rays fall on them.

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Playground Proposal by Claire and Kaitlyn

“We need some new stuff on this playground Mrs. Kynigou,” I said.
“Well, why don’t you ask the students in class what they want, then graph it?” said Mrs. Kynigou. I thought it was a great idea so I started right away. I knew I needed some help so I asked my best friend, Kaitlyn, if she would help me.
She replied, “Yes, I’d love to help.” So we started right away. First, we asked Mrs. Kynigou for a class list. Then, at recess we asked our fifth grade class what they wanted on the soccer field for recess. The options included tether ball, foursquare court, hopscotch, balls, hula hoops, and jump ropes. Then we graphed our results. We realized we should ask the two other classes what they wanted. We did the same thing for Mrs. Maratou’s and Ms. Evloyias’ classes. We graphed everyone’s results on a big graph. Then, we took measurements of the four square court and drew where we wanted to put it. We made a plan and we’re going to post it on the blog. Then we’ll see how much support we get and how many people agree with this.

Thank you for taking your time to read this I hope we can get some equipment on the soccer field!! If you want more stuff on the soccer field comment on this story!!!!!

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Poetry and Science by Mrs Kynigou

Learning science vocabulary is fun when you define a term by what it is, can and does, isn’t, can’t, doesn’t and won’t! Suddenly you’ve made a riddle, a rap or a poem!

I am a process.
I can be the process
When a solid
Disappears in a
Liquid.

I make a solid
Disappear.
I am not a solution or
A mixture.
I can’t let things
separate.

I am a verb.
What am I?

I am dissolve.

By Isak

Properties Poem
I am a process.
I am when something disappeared in liquid.
I am the opposite of separation.
I usually happen when you stir a solid in a liquid.
I am not a mixture.
I can’t leave things separate.
I won’t disperse unevenly
I am
Dissolve

By Thanasis S.

Watch these spirited performances by some volunteers from our class!

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A Stroke of Luck by Maggie D. Part 1

I had won the town championships.
I had won the county championships.
I was going to the finals.
I’m a swimmer—A backstroke swimmer.
My parents had their sabbatical when I was in second grade, and my brother in preschool. We moved to Kinnitty, Offaly, in Ireland. Kinnitty was a small town, less than a kilometer. At my new school, we made friends almost immediately, and loved it there. It challenged us, and we learned fast. In preschool, my brother’s grade, the students were expected to write in cursive, and were given an hour of homework each night.
After a few weeks, my family heard about a swimming club, and we signed me up right away. I loved to swim, and was good at it, too.
At swimming club, we worked hard to improve our endurance. We did lots of swimming at a time, and had short breaks. One of our coaches, my favorite, was Patty. Coach Patty. But it was hard.
Very hard.
My mother said that swimming club made me tired, and told me that I would have to take a break for a while. I didn’t want to admit it, but I agreed with Mom.
It had been a while since I had been to swimming club, and I had begged and pleaded, again and again—until finally my mother gave in.
We arrived at the pool, and the woman behind the desk greeted us. She peered over the top of her rectangular glasses and recognition flooded her face. We smiled back.
“Why hello!” she chirped, “Haven’t seen you two in much too long! How are you faring?”
“Fine, fine!” my mom replied, “I finally gave in to Maggie’s pleading—mind her she’s been missing swim club a lot!”
“Yes well,” she said in her thick Irish accent, “the dear lassie ready for the big day? From what I heard, she’s way past her age group swimming expectations—but then again she does have some pretty tough competition!”
My mother and I were flabbergasted! We exchanged puzzled glances.
“Um . . . What do you mean ‘Ready for the Big Day?’” I asked tentatively.
“You didn’t know? The competition!” the lady exclaimed, “Every girl and boy in this swimming club, at Birr’s Aquatic Center, is put into groups based on age and gender. They have races in both backstroke, and freestyle, and, based on how fast you are, they choose one person from each age group to represent them in the county championships. If you win that, you get to compete in the national championships, and will represent Offaly for your age group. Like I said, from what I’ve heard, you’ve surprised the coaches with your talent. But you do have some fierce competition!”
She took a big breath, and then said, “you up for it?”
I was overcome, overwhelmed, and surprised, “Er, well, I—I guess?” I said weakly.
“OK then . . . let’s get off to the cubby rooms. Thank you, Miss!” My mom exclaimed hastily.
We got into the cubby room, unlocked my locker, and deposited my stuff, leaving my racing suit, and swimming cap. We locked ourselves into a dressing stall and I undressed and changed into my suit. I took long, slow breaths, squeezing my eyes shut, as my mother did my hair into a bun and put the cap over it. My heart beat faster, and more vigorously, and I could feel the uneven beats down to my toes.
“You OK?” My mom asked worriedly, “I know you’ll be nervous, but you look unwell.”
“No, I’m fine, but I’ve had this, like, sudden feeling that I need to win. I honestly don’t know why.” I said. It was true.
“Oh, well, that’s understandable.” My mom said reassuringly.
She straightened my cap.
“Ready?” Mom smiled down at me.
“Yep!” I said, sounding more confident than I felt.
We walked into the pool area and my mom kissed me on the forehead.
“Good luck!” She said encouragingly.
And she gently pushed me out toward the pool. She walked off and settled on the bleachers next to some other parents. I tentatively walked over to my coach, Coach Patty, and my swimming teammates and I huddled around the coach. He welcomed me and then said:
“You are to dive in when I blow the whistle, swim your hardest one length. You’ll be ranked in places: First with the best time, and so on. Remember all of your coaching that we’ve been working on throughout the year. You’ll do that twice, first with freestyle, second with backstroke. You’ll have a small water break between. Sit in that corner, and we’ll divide you into age/gender groups.
We did as we were told and strolled over to the wall, slumping against it. I exchanged anxious looks with my teammates.
“OK,” our coach said, “for 5-7 girls: Emily Rhenswhiff, Willow Jackson, Mary Carillis, and Jacklin Roder.”
The girls came up as the coach called their names. He gently directed the group of frightened looking, wide-eyed girls to one side of him.
“Now,” he said to the group again, “for 5-7 boys, Roger Doane, Jamie Culligan, Connor Clark, and Darragh Rob.”
He directed the boys to the other side of him. Now all 5-7 boys and girls stood in a neat line on either side of him.
“The 5-7 girls’ race will begin momentarily!” He said into a megaphone so that everyone, including the parents, could hear. “I will now sort the rest of you into age groups!” He said to us, quietly.
After he had sorted us into age groups, the 5-7 girls’ race had finished, and the 5-7 boys were taking their places, and preparing to dive.
It made me sick to my stomach to watch, and I already wasn’t feeling my best. I concentrated hard on sipping water, and taking long, slow breaths.
After about two minutes Coach Patty called our group over. I exchanged queasy glances to my teammates and competitors.
The next thing I knew, I was standing at the end of my diving stand, knees trembling and about to buckle, waiting for the whistle. I looked down my lane. It looked like it stretched on for eternity. And then I had three seconds to get ready.
“3, 2, 1, GO!”
And I dived….

To be continued…

The Talent Show by Thisseas Kambouroglou

Finally, the talent show has come! My name is Thisseas Kambouroglou and I am a student of A.C.S Athens American Community School. I am waiting behind the curtains of the stage as the last group finishes their show. The talent show is a show that groups or pairs of students do small five minute shows.

My thoughts are interrupted as Miss Mukri, my teacher, says, “It’s your turn to go.”

“I’m ready,” I declare.

I was going to perform with one of my best friends, Thanasi. I stepped on the stage feeling shy as I look at the theater seats, filled with parents and teachers staring intently at me. I gulp and sit down on the chair waiting for me, looking at the faces of the crowd, trying to find my parents’ faces. Suddenly I see a sudden movement to my left.

I turn and see Thanasi striding toward me, holding a toy dog. I quickly go over the words we have planned in my head.

“Look, I got a new dog!” Thanasi exclaims.

“Wow! Can it do tricks?” I question.

“No, but we can teach it,” Thanasi answers.

“You try first, since it is your dog, “I declare.

“Ok,” he answers.”Doggy, sit! ”

We continue, holding the dog standing. It is weird performing on a stage with so many people. We have done practice on this stage and on another stage, but now we are being watched by many people.

Weird, now it is my turn. “Doggy, jump!” I command, but we make the dog sit.

“Hmm, maybe it does the opposite of what we say?” Thanasis says. “Doggy, don’t eat the chair!”

Suddenly Thanasi throws the dog at the chair, following closely behind. This is the suspense of the story in a way, and a funny part.

I pull the chair away from the dog. I quickly shout, “Doggy, don’t stop!” as we make it stop.

“Oh, it’s so cute,” I say patting it, and seconds later Thanasi falls with the dog on top of him. I try to pick the dog up and we make it bite me.

“OUCH,” I yell. “IT BIT MY FINGER!!!

“Continue,” cries Thanasi, and we make the dog stop.

“I’m going to the hospital,” I cry, and go behind the red curtains of the stage.

The lights slowly dim and go out as Thanasi pretends to fall asleep with the doggy. Five seconds later the light goes on. I come in and Thanasi wakes up.

“I think that we should tell the doggy to not do what we say,” Thanasi declares.

“Do you want to try?” I ask.

“No, you go,” he answers generously.

“Doggy, don’t do what we say!” I command.

“Now try telling it to do something,” Thanasi says.

“Doggy, sit!” I order, and we make it sit down.

“It worked!” Thanasi exclaims.

We bowed and the crowd cheered. ”These were some stressful minutes.” I thought to myself as we leave, carrying the toy dog. I know that if we are graded we will get a four. The concept and show were a bit silly, but I think that everybody loved it!

Vasco da Gama by Anna B

Have you heard of Vasco da Gama?
He’d journeys, boats and men, oh mama!
He was born in Sines, Portugal
Sometime during the 1460’s.

He studied math and navigation,
And followed his father out at sea.
His first voyage and back was greater,
Than the earth’s whole equator!

He had four boats, and the three were called:
Sao Rafael, Sao Gabriel, and
Last but not least, Berrio, Oh, god!
The ships now weighed a 120 lot,
170 men signed up.

He left Lisbon, with the king’s blessing,
Passed the west coast of Africa,
The Cape of Good Hope was no messing.
Entered the huge Indian Ocean,
Stopped twice along the African coast,
Maputo was hostile, full of boast.

He reached Malindi, the friendly port,
Help was given to reach India,
Landed in Calicut the Indian fort,
Offered the sultan gifts straight away,
The sultan wanted more anyway.
So da Gama had to leave quicker,
but returned 60 times richer.

Mission completed, the king was pleased.
An admiral now, he continued.
On a second trip he was released.
A good colony now was founded,
For Portugal’s glory and power.
The third voyage made him a viceroy,
Malaria struck him in the core,
On Christmas Eve, 1524.

His name stands for god, glory, and gold,
And monuments were built where he rolled.
He was an explorer who realized
The huge power of opening routes
To get desired spices and goods.