Keeper 'n' Me

1. I believe I will stay in White Dog to figure out my family history. There is still much I do not know about my family and much I need to learn. My mom and I grow closer each day and I learn more and more as I go. When I first arrived I felt like I did not belong and that this is not my home, but as the days go by I feel more and more like staying instead of running away.

2. When Garnet talks about the winds ripping through his guts and the hole in his chest, he is talking about not belonging and not quite ever finding who he was or where he belongs. When he talks about the wind whistling through his ears instead of his guts he means that he's finally found where he belongs and who he is and who his family is.

3. I felt lost like Garnet when I first started school here. I was different from everybody else. I could not run, plays sports, or do most of the things that the other kids could do. I did not know how to get through the problems I had. My brothers were the ones who told me I wasn't much different from anybody else and got me playing with many of the kids that I would not play with before.

A real indyun!

1) I've decided to leave the reserve. I am not happy with being an Indian, I'm going back to Toronto to pursue my black life again. Dealing coke may have got me in jail, but damn the money was good. And the women... Oh my god the women! I'll be off this rez by tomorrow and back in the streets, dealing coke and banging hoes. Stupid Jane and her hugs, and Stanley with his eerie resemblance to me. And that god damn drunk keeper, I want to punch him out every time I hear that stupid laugh. I'm leaving now, screw tomorrow.
2) Garnet talks about "the wind" that whistles through him. The wind he describes is his loneliness that he has felt over the years. "The wind" is finally going away now that he has been reunited with his family.
3) I got lost in an IGA when I was like 8, I went to the front of the store and cried for my mom... I found out that she was right outside the door. That is the only time I have been lost.

keen'n'me question

1) I feel awkward being around these people that call themselves my family. Its so weird to have that feeling of a family being around and having all the others on the reserve treat me as if they knew me all my life. I'm afraid that if I don't leave now, I might do something to upset them. I like the weird feelings that I have being around my family. I think I'm gonna stick around the reserve and see how things roll out.
2)When Garnet talks about the wind that blows through him, he talking about the loneliness he experienced and the missing memories that he had. When the wind started to stop blowing through him, it was because he felt like he belonged.
3)A time that I felt lost like Garnet was when I first moved Saskatchewan because I was not used to a school that was k-12 and had not even a quarter of the amount people that was in my grade alone at my old school. I didn't know anyone, when everyone else knew each other. In my old school I used to know a few people in each of my clases like how everyone else did.

Children Throughout the Ages

The concept of a child has changed drastically over time. In the middle ages children were considered to be a miniature adult. Children were exactly like their parents and had to act "accordingly". They did everything their parents did; nobody thought they needed special treatment or protection. Health care was poor and because of this children didn't live very long, therefore people referd to their kids as "It". Overall the concept of children wasn't anything like it is today.

In the 18th and 19th century the concept of a child started to change. People realized that children were innocent and in need of protection. Children did not work as much due to child labour laws. Even though people didn't make their children work anymore, they still got beat on quite often. In sunday school, heaven was often described to children as "a place where children are never beaten. People started child protection organizations for the health and safety of children. The concept of a child was starting to change for the better.

Now days children live in a "better" way. Children don't work due to child labour laws, and there parents caring for them. Therefore children were not seen as economic necessities, in other words they were basically economically useless. People started to recognize the emotional importance of children. Parents show love and care for their children by nurturing them. People now adopt babies for the love as appose to children that can work. As you can see the way people think of children and the way they treat children has drastically changed over the years.

Children of the Ages

Children in the middle ages were seen as young adults. If they got into trouble they were punished like an adult. The majority of children died from disease when they were babies. This is because there was a lot of disease and peoples life span was short.
Childhood in the 18'th and 19'th century were seen as needing protection, being innocent and worked like adults. In the 18'th century, children were beaten. In the 19'th century, the first child protection services started. This is because children started in to the labour industry. They were seen more childlike.
Children in the 20'th century were no longer seen as an economic necessities. Parents were now the main source of income now.
Children in a way, were considered useless. Children were more loveable. This is because children were now free to be child and they could have fun.

How Families Change in Centuries

Children In the Middle Ages:
The children were supposed to act like they were an adult. They were seen as mini adults. Their clothes and their body proportions were just like the adults. The children did not get special protection and treatment, however the children could be punished. When kids would get sick there was a good chance of them dying because there was no medication to fix the illness. They had expected them to die because of how bad the medical system was. Times were alot tougher back then and they had needed the help from the children so it was just expected that they worked extremely hard. They didn't have time to raise the children properly so they had to grow up quickly and mature fast.

The 18th & 19th:
Childhood was starting to change by now they were slowly beginning to give protection to their children. However in the 1800's child labor was commonly practiced and the children had accept it. Part of the 19th century, most workers were under the age of 11. They worked as hard and as long as the adults/parents. The kids quite often had the worst job because of their size, they were often given the dangerous jobs. The children were forced to work to help bring in the money, however that is not right because the children were suppose to be protected from family and they shouldn't of had the dangerous jobs they were given. They should of had the jobs that would be easy for them and non-harmless. Many of the poor urban families, and parents forced their children to engage in scavenging and street peddling. Only by the 19th century did the first child protection organizations emerge. Children were a crucial source of labor in the family economy, and a source of financial support. Child protection should have been emerged much sooner then the mid 19th century. The children should have had their lives alot easier then they were. They shouldn't have had to bring in money for the family, that should of been the parents job.


The 20th Century:
Children are no longer workers for the family! Mainly the worker of the family should be the father/man, and now it is starting to be that way. Paople started seeing children as "useless" and thought they were costly. They weren't workers for the family because the parents were able to bring in enough money for the family. They thought of them as useless becuase the kids used to work just as hard as the man in the family or harder. The children for adoption today is usually new borns. People like adopting the children at a young age so there not to big and they can watch them grow into an adult.

Childhood Throughout The Ages

Childhood in the middle ages was harsh. Children were expected to be just like adults because life in the middle ages was hard and many people died young. Sickness, disease, and death was well known in the middle ages because of lacking heath care. Because of the poor heath care the parents of the middle ages wouldn't get to attached to their children. they were expected to do every thing their parents did.
The Children of the 18th 19th centuries were very disciplined. In the 18th century worked crazy hours in dangerous work environments. Many children in both the 18th and 19th centuries were used for theft and begging because they were easy to control and gain sympathy from people. In the early 19th century child labour protections were created to stop the children that grew up in these hash conditions from being a problem to society.
Children in the 20th century are considered useless for economic productions because of their age and immaturity. Parents grew emotionally closer to their children because they started to have time for them and to be more caring towards them. Parents that adopted, would usually get a baby. Babies were the children to get.

Children throughout the ages

The Middle Ages

In Middle Ages children were seen as miniature adults. They were to act according and do every thing an adult would do. They would partake in a social life beside their parents,even when there was sexual acts, swearing and some times death. Babies and young wouldn't live long or often didn't live at all so many parents would call the kid "it". They would show very little love, seen the kid as another mouth to feed until they were sure "it" would survive. The kids never got special treatment and were beaten and punished like an adult would be if they broke any rules.

The 18th and 19th century

In the 18th and 19th century children were seen as weak, easy to draw into temptation and often were beaten. Adults seen beating their kids as a way to teaching them right from wrong. Many adults thought that they shouldn't be the only ones who work, so they made their own kids work long and hard. They seen children good for going in to small little places where no adults could go.Some poor families made their kids bag for money and scavenge for food. Some abandoned children were recruited by bad person to helped in robberies and prostitution.

The 20th century

Parents no longer needed children to work any more because the man of the house hold was suppose to bring home the money. People finally realized that kids are innocent, emotional, and needed to be protected. The one bad thing about having kids at the time was that it's to costly and many people saw them as useless.

Children Throughout the Ages

Children in the Middle Ages

In the Middle Ages children were viewed as adults. In the Middle Ages children were expected to act like their parents. The children were allowed to see everything that a parent was allowed to see back then. The life expectancy of babies at that time was low. The parents had a lot of kids so at least a couple would survive. They didn't get too attached to the kids. They called them "it" until a certain age when they were sure they would survive.

Children in the 18th and 19th Century

Children were starting to be viewed as needing protection. Child labour was allowed especially on farms because they were relied upon them to help. Children were allowed to be beaten. It was a way of teaching them right from wrong. When adopting many people preferred teenage males because they were hard workers. The first child abuse organizations were formed to take children out of abusive homes and give them a "proper upbringing."

Children in the 20th Century

Children were no longer needed to work because machines took their places. The dad was expected to be the sole bread winner. The children were viewed as expensive to keep. Parents got more emotionally attached to kids. Babies were adopted more because they were more precious at this time.

Poem - Late... oops :)

The lift I take soaring through the air- next
I stand
Looking
Beyond
Reason
I'm at the top
I swallow my stomach and the fear goes with it
Now a deep breath and no excuse to turn back
I close my eyes, I feel safe
With what I can't see
The work is mind
I push off with my right
Poles in my hands
Two planks under my feet
My fear disipates as I pick up speed

Christmas Memory

The magic of Christmas- that warm fuzzy feeling that you can't seem to feel any other time of the year. The fluffy white snow a blanket of white on the ground, the rooftops, and the trees. The bright Christmas lights hanging off each house, brightening the opaque unlit streets. Everything was perfect, carols were playing off in the background. Our tree was up, presents were set nicely under it. It was Christmas eve. However, there was one thing missing.
My mom was a cook, but unfortunatley she wouldn't be cooking our Christmas dinner. She worked up north in Alberta and wasn't coming home until the next night. She cooked for the guys that worked on the oil rigs.
My grandparents came over in the morning so my brother, dad and I wouldn't feel too lonely without my mom. Bright and early we opened a few presents, but we were awaing the evening when mom would get home to open the rest. I even wrote her a song. My grandma made us a pork roast for an early supper. Soon after they wished us a Merry Christmas and headed home. The three of us were so anxious for my moms arrival! When we saw that truck driving up a rush of emotions hit my family! There were tears, laughter, and a lot of talking once mom got out of the behicle. Soon after, we ripped into the presents and we all just enjoyed each others company. We hadn't seen her for two weeks! For our Christmas dinner we went to Denny's and ate hamburgers. It ended up being much better than a big turkey supper. It doesn't matter what you;re eating, what you have or what you're doing at Christmas time (or any other time for that matter) but who you're with makes all the difference.

Christmas in Caroline

Excitement was in the air. There was snow on the ground that reflected the Christmas lights from the windows. Inside the house was nice and warm. Christmas shows on the T.V. In the corner stood the Christmas tree. It was never a prefect shaped tree, but once we were done putting the lights on and decorations you couldn't tell. I had just finished putting the food out, when we heard the sirens.

This ment that Santa would be riding around town on the fire truck. So we put or coats and shoes on and went outside to see him. The fire truck had Christmas lights on it and there was music playing. If you were on the side walk you got a candy cane. This was always a highlight of Christmas Eve. When he had passed we returned inside to finish supper. A mixture of junk food.

Eventually it was time for bed. But before we went to bed we got to open a present. It was pajamas or mitts. Since I was older now, my brother would be the one to wake me up in the morning. Very early. We’d go turn on all the Christmas lights and gather around the tree, taking turns unwrapping gifts. When we were done, we took out the leftovers from the night before and eat that (along with candy) for breakfast.
Through out the day we entertained ourselves with our presents, watched more Christmas shows or helped my mom cook Christmas dinner. This is one of my favorite Christmas because it was my last one in Caroline. But now I’m making new ones that I’ll remember for ever.

christmas memory

Christmas is a very festive time of year. Every Christmas has its own little memories that make each one special. The Christmas year that I was in second year peewee a family from my hockey team did a charity thing. We would go to Wal-Mart and get a card that had an age and gender on it then you would go around and get presents that match the card that you got to give to underprivilaged children. That isn’t the memorable part of this event though. The part that was most fun was that when we went to the Unras house (the people that paid for it all) the parents were wrapping the gifts, and I'm sure everyone knows what that means. Trevor, Adam,
Derrick and I took the cardboard rolls from inside the wrapping paper and had a big fight with them. When they started to break we took duct tape and made them really solid (they hurt). We did this for about an hour and a half. We started to get bored so we changed the game a little bit. We went into the basement, turned off the lights, moved the furniture and started to beat the shit out of each other. That was the best cardboard tube war I have ever had during any Christmas.

Christmas story thing

Last year Christmas was at my house. We had my sisters were over and they have a lot of children. At the time it was 9 kids total. Carla and Amy had stayed the night and this consists of Carla, Amy, Jim, Christian and 8 children. They stayed the night on the 24th and us older people were up playing poker and had a few drinks. We didn’t get to bed until late.

The first thing in the morning I awoke to children screaming and other children jumping onto my bed. The day had come. It was Christmas morning. After breakfast was present opening. The children could barely keep from jumping off of the walls and I took my usual job of handing out each person’s presents. It was an awesome time and it was funny watching these kids jumping up and down and going crazy.

My favourite part of Christmas is being with the family. I rarely get to see most of them so the time together is great. That is why I like Christmas. Being together with the family is by far the best part. It’s better than the presents. It’s almost as good as the supper, but nothing is that good.

Smell That Fresh Christmas Air

The rancid smell wafted through out the room; it was a perfect success. Only about an hour earlier did my brother wake me up and tell me to get out of bed because of the boredom of being alone. In our family we could only open our presents when everyone was awake, but we were allowed to get every thing that was in our stockings. I went and got my stocking and dumped everything that was in it out. There it was, the prize of that Christmas; stink bombs.
We tested out our prized stink bombs in our basement living room. It wasn't that bad at first but then the full effects of it came. My brother and I ran out of the living room gagging. I realized that we had a great power and that to me it was like a nuclear bomb.
The idea struck both my brother and I at the same time; we had to put a stink bomb in our sisters' room. We snuck into their room as if we were thieves, set off the stink bomb and skedaddled right out of there. A few moments later we heard gagging and yelling as the smell wafted through the room. My brother sat outside their room laughing at our success. Their door opened and the next thing I new was that I was been tackled be four of my sisters as my brother got away.
Although I had felt pain and had a few bruises that was one of the best Christmas memories I had.

Just the good Ol boys, never meaning no harm beats all you never saw, getting in trouble with the law since the day they was born. So last christmas my brother-in-law Wayne and I were feeding the cows a bail, when we seen five coyotes playing in the snow together. I hopped out of the tractor and bee-lined it to the house to grab the gun and some shells, then grabbed Wayne's truck and picked him up. We switched drivers and head to the field. We circled one little bush and a coyote came running out behind us. He whipped the truck around and hopped out but he made the driver side closest to the coyote so i had to run around the truck and by the time i got there the coyote was face down in the snow. We got 5 coyotes that day. Then drove back to the farm because dad was waiting there to pick me up. I then realized i dropped my phone where i got out to shoot the coyote. So Wayne and I went back and turns out it fell in the door which is lucky because it would have been wrecked in the snow.

The end

Santa's a doucher

I don't remember the first time i encountered the magic of christmas..... but i imagine it went something like this. Long ago in the big city of Saskatoon, me and my father were shopping in the mall, when i saw the fat jolly man himself, sitting there in his chair taking other kids wish lists. I asked my father if i can go sit on Santa's lap, he said no because he is a 40 year old pedophile. But not really at all, he said yes and i told Santa that i wanted a hot wheels ring of fire. I never got it and thats when i found out that Santa wasn't real. That was a real kick in my twigNberries.

The Nightmare Before Christmas

The noise was loud, the bang rang in your ear, it left a blank thought in your head. You thought, what could that have been, what makes a sound like that? It was around eight years ago, a cold winter day and christmas eve. We were all sound asleep and heard this noise. I could hear mom and dad running around the house trying to find out what was going on. I walked out into the kitchen. When I got there the lights flicked on and you could see what happened.

The tree had fallen over, there was needles and water everywhere. After a few choice words from dad, we picked the tree up. The water from the tree came out of the base and drained out onto the floor. Most of the gifts under the tree were wet and ruined. The next morning we got everything sorted out and had to replace some gift and others could be washed. Looking back on this experience it really wasn't that bad of a night. Overall everything went fine and everyone was ok.

Christmas Memory

Some of my favorite christmas memories took place on last years christmas. It was my first christmas in Toronto, my mom, aunt and uncle, and two little cousins were there so it was nice that there was a huge amount of people. We did our usual christmas routine, we usually go to church on christmas eve to do carols and stuff like that which i don't particularly enjoy, but last year it was much more fun than usual. After church my mom and my aunt went to make dinner and my little cousins and I were making a gingerbread house. It was so cute watching my little cousin Nash get icing and candy all over place since he was only 1 at the time. That was something I really enjoyed doing with them because we had so much fun. After dinner was done and we were all just hanging around, one of the families from the church came over to have christmas dinner with us, and they were a huge family. I think there was 8 kids and then the parents, so it was really packed... but it was full of christmas spirit that's for sure. I thought it was really fun being around new people and they were really nice people. I thought this was one of my best christmases because we had a lot of fun with the other family and it was just really... christmasy.

Awesome Christmas Memory

It was a blustery snowy morning as I rushed downstairs to open presents with my brothers. That year we had a 7 foot tall tree that brushed the ceiling. We all sat down on the couch and started passing out presents. My dad passed me two rectangular parcels and in them were two boxes of four-ten shells. My dad smiled and said, “we are going to use them when we borrow Dakota's four-ten.” My brother passed me a great big present and as I gleefully ripped the paper I saw a gleaming black barrel. As I pulled out the barrel to bring out the rest of what was in the box my heart was pounding. Sitting on my lap was a new gleaming four-ten. My dad looked at me with a big smile on his face and said, “I got it for you bud.” That day I will never forget standing out on my front steps shooting cans with my brand-new gun.

A Christmas that I really didn't enjoy was last years Christmas. It was a horrible time because I was awake at 10:00 and had to wait til 3:00 to open gifts because my sister and her fiance were at his parents. My other sister and I were getting anxious staring at the gifts as there sitting under the tree waiting to be opened. Finally 3:00 rolled around and they came in and thought they should visit a while before we start, tha didnt last to long because my dad, Krista and I were quite ready to start opening. My dad doesn't like to wait very long either, he is kind of like a little kid when it comes to things like this. Ashley and Wes were in no hurry because of course they had already opened some gifts so they were in no rush like the rest of us were. It was getting close to 4:00 and we had finally started destroying paper and seeing what we had got from everyone!....Turned out to be a good day!

The Man who Finds......

1) This story was terrible, why did you make us read it, i get that it teaches a lesson but telling the truth first, and blah blah blah, but i don't care that this kid got caught steeling, he should have been a little bit better at it, maybe took some steeling classes or something.

2) This story is similar to a movie i have seen, that i don't quite remember the name of, but this dad finds out that kid has been a thief his entire life and when he is like 40 the guy decides to tell his 60 year old dad that he has been a thief, and the dad was secretly one too. that is all.

3) The point of this story is to send a message to people to just tell the truth before you start lying and it will probably work out better than if you had lied and got caught.

Poem from the boys point of view - The child who walks backwards

My next-door neighbor questions my mom
about all of my injuries.
Mother tells her that cupboards and doorknobs
have given me black eyes and worse.
She says I'm bothered by dreams,
but really I'd rather be asleep than awake.
My neughbor knows I'm not that clumsy,
I climb her tree's like a pro.
But mother continues to say
I'm just a clumsy kid.
Well if being a clumsy kid
consists of running into her fists,
than I'm the clumsiest kid ever.
My mother tells my neighbor I walk backwards
into fireplace grates. Well really my mother
pushes me, burning the backs of my legs.
All my friends sign my casts
there's a new one every week.
I don't see why my mother bothers
getting me casts wen she breaks me
all over again.
My mother tells my neighbor
I run into things,
walk backwards,
and break my legs while she's sleeping.
My mother
is a liar.

The Child Who Walks Backwards

Part 2

3. Many things in the poem stand out in my mind. One of the specific things that stands out is cupboard doors imprinting shapes on his face. That specifically stands out because I can see and feel what happened at that point and it makes me want to do something to help. I know that child abuse is severely wrong and should be stopped. This entire poem kind of shows me how severe it can get and why I want to stop it.

Hunting Hopes

We live

on a farm in the woods.

We take hunting as serious

as #99 takes hockey.

All four of us are out

for Mr. Big the ultimate trophy.

Most of us beat the bushes many years before finding the Hanson.

It is our life dream to gun him down.

One day we all hope to see him

sleeping

on the wall.

So far we haven’t tracked him down.

Galyn's poem

As I sore
high in the sky
a winter wind hits

I look down and see all
the other boarders
I'll be with 'em soon

The top is near
sounds of laughter echo
to my ears

I am on the top
Queen of the snowy hill
all mine to shred 'n rule

My bindings are tight
on my feet
toque 'n goggles are in place
I'm ready to go

One last look
take one more breath
'n push off down the slop
ready to domate

Skipper

1) Yes they were justified for sure. He was right to be afraid of his father that is a grown man and beating him and his mother when he comes home drunk. It is right to not like alcohol or working at a mill your whole life.

2) I think maybe his father behaved the way he did because maybe he had a father like this, because he said u have to work at a mill like my dad did and my dads dad did. Also maybe he is mad at himself for working at the mill all his life, and drinks and takes it out on other people.

3) Skipper and his Mother would go hide up on the hill, and wait till his father would go to bed and sleep off his drunken state. He also avoided his dad and kept his mouth shut so he wouldn't notice him.

4) Skippers relationship with his mother is really close in the early years, because his father beat both his mother and him, so they stuck together to protect each other. The relationship began to change because its kind of a natural thing for a son to become like his father but also all of his brothers were doing the same thing so he thought it was his roll in life to follow them.

5)

a) In todays world a man is expected to be "hard" to survive, because most women like to feel protected by men, not in all cases but most. Also men are expected to be hard to get a real mans job, not like nurse. This is a stereo type because not all men to be hard to survive, homosexual men aren't hard and they are usually pretty wealthy.

b) Rupert can't accept differences in his sons because he wants them all to be like him, he believes they should follow in his foot steps because that is what a real man does.

c) I would define a man as hard working, able to admit when he is wrong, able to provide for his family, not afraid to get his hands dirty, respectful, trustworthy, and polite to his wife and all women.

Analogy - Allie

English Analogy
Zebra and Lion School - By Allie Ferris-Nichol

In a crazy safari jungle there was a school, a school of lions. The crazy thing about this school is that the teachers were zebras. Why is this so crazy? Well lions do tend to have dominance over zebras. Not only this, but zebras need to learn different things than lions do.

Out in the safari there are many groups of animals. They all paired together to make their own schools. BUT, there were not enough zebras and lions so they had to join together. Every day (five days a week) from nine to three, there was great chaos. No kids really like school, and since lions had so much power over zebras, the students really liked to torment the teachers.

Day to day teacher zebras were wounded with great claw marks going down their sides. They were chased around at recesses as a game. The zebras were teased daily by the lions. The lions thought of school as a joke, and zebras thought of it as their death.

Not only was it dangerous for the teacher zebras, but they really had no idea what to try to teach the lions. The lions were so crazy and out of control that the zebras doubted they would ever listen even if they did find something to teach the,. What lion would REALLY listen to a zebra? Lions needed to learn about hunting and surviving, but zebras knew nothing of this. The Zebra and Lion School was disastrous.

The zebras complained to the Safari Government, and so did the lions parents. The zebras were being tortured and tormented and the lions weren’t learning anything. Eventually the Safari Government grouped zebras together and lions together. This worked much better for everyone. The safari was back to its normal balance!

1) She searched for the voices of her grandmother because she wanted to know who and where she belonged to. She had known that there were Indians in the family histroy, and she wanted to know who it was and if she belonged to one. I don't believe my family has ever tried to uncover their past to figure things out. However, we have a book of our family and its history for the Combres's. I'd like to know more about my ancestry.

2) I think that Christine Welsh should not try and hide her native heritage. It's who she is and she should be happy to have a culture that has lots of trades. Christine should not be ashamed of her culture.

3) I think that she tried to hide that she was Indian because she was different than the other's at school. which she shouldn't be because it's who she is and there is nothing to be ashamed of by being an Indian.


My grandparents and I have a real good relationship. My dad's parents only live a couple miles away from me, so I am closer to them than my other grandmother. Marj and Arnold Combres are real great grandparents. My grandma is always spoiling me and the other grandchildren. I've grown up with them. I am always over there, whether it's to visit with my cousins, or just to visit with my grandma and grandpa. They are very nice people, and couldn't be more caring. I love them!!

However, when I was little my family and I would always go to Kelowna to visit my other grandparents, Victor and Maria Prescesky. It was always fun, but it sucked cause they lived so far away from us and we barely seen them. But when they moved back to North Battleford, Saskatchewan, I got closer to them. But still not like how I would of liked it. When my grandpa past away, everyone was devistated. But life went on. My grandma travels alot everywhere. Even though she lives only like half hour away from my family, we didn't see her as much. But she is always in our thoughts.

Bullying is bad!!

Bullying is bad!!


One day in the big pasture there was a group of young horses that got along with each. They liked all the same food, music, games and sports. Every thing was the same!!! Then one day a zebra came to the big pasture. All the horses stopped playing their games and stared at him. They never seen a zebra before! A adult horse introduced the zebra to everyone. She said that the zebra would be living here for a while and to be nice to him. After the adult horse left all the horses went back to playing their games. Not one of them came up to the zebra to say hello. The zebra felt sad :( and walked way from all the laughter. A few day later some horse seen the zebra and call him freak and many other mean names. The zebra started to cry and ran away. no one seen the zebra again.

Performance Task # 1
5 simple sentences
1) He fell off the cliff.
2) They ran into a tree.
3) She tripped over the curb.
4) They fought over dinner.
5) He started the fire.
5 compound sentences
1) He ran down the street but he tripped over a rock. (but)
2) She tripped over a dog and she yelled in surprise. (and)
3) He started the fire so he ran away. (so)
4) They crashed the truck but they were glad. (but)
5) He fell of the horse and he yelled in pain. (and)
5 complex sentences
1) He threw up because he ate too much. (because)
2) Since I like to be lazy, I don’t want to do this. (since)
3) I became bored while I wrote down complex sentences. (while)
4) After he threw the ball, he hit the kid. (after)
5) Although he ran away, he was attacked by a dog. (although)
5 compound-complex sentences
1) He fell off the cliff and he cried for help as he fell to his death. (as)
2) While he was in the hospital, he thought about his fall off the cliff and he was glad he survived. (while)
3) They crashed the truck but they were glad until they got caught. (until)
4) After he tried to catch the ball, he was hit and he cried out in pain. (after)
5) Since I’m tired, I want to go to sleep but I’m stuck at school. (since)
Performance task #2
Why is it beneficial for writers to be able to identify different sentence structures, understand the differences between sentence structures and be able to use different sentence structures?
1) It is beneficial for writers to know how to do all these different sentence structures because it’s important to make sentences interesting. If the sentences are too simple or to complicated it’s uninteresting but with a good mix of simple and complex sentences it is interesting.

Phrases and clauses

Grammar mini quiz
1. What does a phase do?
A phase gives a sentence more detail.
2. What is a clause made up of?
A clause is made up of a subject and predicate.
3. What is a subject of a sentence?
A subject is the topic of a sentence.
4. What is a predicate of a sentence?
A predicate is what the subject is doing.
5 Phrases
1. off a cliff
2. around the block
3. down the street
4. into a hole
5. down and around the corner
5 Clauses
1. He fell
2. She ran
3. Scott spoke
4. He searched
5. She yelled
5 Sentences
Underline the clause and bold/italicize the phrase.
1. He jumped of the edge of the cliff.
2. Scott fired the gun.
3. She yelled as fell into the hole.
4. He ran down and around the corner.
5. She drove into the pole.
Why is it beneficial for writers to understand phrases and clauses?
It is beneficial to understand phrases and clauses because it helps you to be able to make complete sentences with the proper grammar.

If you really knew me

If you really knew me you would know that I was born BC and lived in Utah for eight years and have lived in Radisson for about two years now. You would know that I enjoy reading a good book, watching movies and playing Video games every now and then. You would know that I like to be lazy, but when I get the right motivation I can work hard and efficiently. If you really knew me you would know this stuff before I wrote it down, but if you didn't know me, you do now.

If you Really Knew Me

If you really knew me you would know that I have always wanted to travel to a hot place. I would love to go to Mexico, Hawaii or the Dominican. I want to travel to those places to see the culture difference and to be in a hot place for a couple weeks at a time. I would like to even donate some money to the families who don't have much because I hate watching others suffer. I would like to go taste their foods and see what there sand is like. I keep hearing there is huge difference in the countries.

I want to go experience two weeks in another country to just say I have been there. I would like to go to one of those three places and than go to a country like Brazil and see the difference between these countries. If you knew me I have always like to try new things and experience.

Old Dead Grandma Questions

1. Christine was fed up with her family denying their Indian heritage and wanted to learn about her family. Nobody I know has a need to find out about our heritage.
2. She did well because the hiding the heritage made life easier for her to get along. She didn’t get bugged for being “Indian” near as much. Old country wives were treated unfairly.
3. It was a survival mechanism because it protected the family from evil people saying/being rude to them or doing harsh things.
4. My family doesn’t talk about our heritage. I just know that I’m a Polish, French-Indian with other random things thrown in there.

Penny In The Dust

1) a flash back is when the character thinks back on something and then tells the story of it. pretty much the whole stroy is a flasshback.

2)the conflict in this story was that Pete lost the penny that his father had given him. the conflict is resolved is resolved when Pete and his father go looking for the penny and Pete's father finds it.

1)when Pete's father tells him that he wouldn't have beaten Pete for losing the penny. Pete feels as if he struck his dad because he felt bad for thinking that his father would beat him for losing the penny. he could see that it hurt his father by thinking he would beat him.

2) the father doesn't return the penny to Pete because he wanted to keep it as treasure.

3)-the father gave the penny to the little boy.
-he takes Peter to find the penny
-he didn't beat him for losing the penny
-he cried when Pete told him the story of pretending to dig up treasure.

4) the father felt awkward and concious of trespass. the child could feel the fathers solid step outside the child-world's foolish fragility.

5) the child's story touched the father because it made the father happy that his son wanted good things for them and wanted to have fun with his dad.

6) the penny is symbolic because it symbolizes their relationship.

7) the father is quiet, and he doesn't really know how to show his love for his son. sometimes he comes off as if he doesn't love him, but really he does, he just has a different way of showing it. he is tough on the outside but on the inside he's a softie.

The BBA

In the BBA (Buggy Basketball Association) the team with the most fleas usually wins. Although the gnats may be better shots they just can’t jump as high as the fleas. Using their wings is strictly forbidden so it’s all in jump and agility. This is why the BBA is made up mostly of fleas. They are faster, stronger, and can jump higher than the gnats. There are a few gnats in the BBA. The ones that are in it though are the ones that are super amazing. The best known gnat in the BBA is most definitely Steve Gnat. He’s short and can’t jump but he is an amazing shot.

The fleas are very dominant in this sport. A well-known one nowadays is Shaflea O’Neil. He’s getting old and doesn’t play very often anymore but he is super huge and can jump like crazy. He has always sucked at shooting though but the jump and reach makes up for it.

Super Garden Analogy

In a garden the owners cared for the plants by weeding, watering, and other gardening stuff. Then one day the owners moved and left their garden to the future owners. The new owners did not care for the garden at all. The garden became overgrown with weeds and all the plants that were cared for by the old owners withered away. All that was left in the garden was weeds. A few years later the owners that did not take care of the garden moved away and some new people moved in and weeded and planted new plants in the garden.

This analogy is about a person having a good teacher that taught well. Then having a bad teacher that didn't teach well and having the effects of that teacher for a few years after. Then having a good teacher again.

Sunny D and Rum

If you knew me, you'd know that I'm underground rap sensation. I'm big in India... If you really knew me, you'd know that I am a survivor of a vicious bear fight. You would also know that I am actually half barracuda, and can crush heat seeking missiles between my jaws. If you REALLY knew me, you would know that I have an avid imagination...

voices of the grandmothers

1. Christine Welsh went searching for the voices of her grandmothers because she was fed up with being ashamed of her family. Nobody i know had a need to find their heritage.

2. I dont think she should have hid her native background. I also think its not entirely her fault because her family pushed her to hide it when she was young.

3. I think it was a survival mechanism because it protected her family from rude people and their bad jokes.

4. My family enjoys farming a lot. Each generation up their is many farmers.my generation there is less country kids and more "city kids".

If You Really Knew Me

If you really knew me you would know that I have wanted to go to Hawaii since I was six years old. If you really knew me you would know that I am a kind, caring person. And most importantly, if you really knew me you would know that I am counting down the days until I am out of here. So the next time you see me in the hallway stop and talk to me and you may find out some interesting stuff about me.

My new best friend

“A time I wish I could do all over.”

There once was a little short boy named Tommy. He had no friends because he smelled really bad. He would never take a bath, so his dark brown hair always appeared to be greasy. At times he had dirt spots on his round face and clothes. He was a very lonely kid. All the little kids ran away from him because their parents told them to stay away from him. Tommy didn’t like that everyone ran away, it upset him. He loved to go a little green meadow by lake so he could watch the clouds in the sky.
One day he was fishing by himself at the little lake, that’s when I walked up to him. “Hi” I said, “My name is Daniel. Do you mind if I fish here with you?” “Uhh yeah sure.” he said. He looked surprised to see me talking to him. I sat down beside him and watched the ducks swim across the lake as I got my rod ready to fish. “Did you catch any fish yet?” I asked. His eyes sparkled with excitement to tell me that he had five but he likes to let them go after. He told me that he doesn’t like to kill any living being. We started to talk a lot more. He said that he would love a puppy but his parents won’t let him. “My parents are the same way.” I told him. After that day we started to hang and be came best friends.

Voices of the grandmothers:

It was from Christine’s families need to hide their nationality and her own curiosity to uncover her past from where she came from. I kind of want to know where I came from but I don’t really have a need to do it. I guess it’s not that big of deal for me to find where I came from. There are very few things I’d like to know about my ancestors but if I could I’d like to see how they celebrate Ukrainian Christmas.

I think she kept her Native heritage a secret in order to survive (even if it was bullying). I believe that no matter what nationality you are you should be proud of it. The country wives were treated poorly because they were used for cooking and cleaning the men.
Yes I agree with Christine’s denial of her heritage, because I would do the same so survive. She did this because she been an out cast in her school and with her social life.

I have not discovered anything new about me heritage other than I come from Ukraine and I’m part Ukrainian and German. I really don’t care to know about my heritage.

penny in the dust

1. A flashback is an event or a scene taking place before the present time. The flashback starts in the 3rd paragraph when Pete starts to remember when he was seven.
2. The major conflict in this story is between Pete and his father. Pete loved the penny that his father gave him and when he lost it he was scared that his dad be very mad at him. It was resolved when the truth came out and when Pete’s dad found the penny.

Penny in the dust: Questions
1. Pete felt bad because he lost the penny and thought that his dad would beat him for doing so.
2. The father doesn’t return the penny for two reasons. He doesn’t want the boy to lose the penny again and feel bad about it (again). Also he wants to keep it as a treasured memory of some thing him and his son did together.
3. The father shows love by giving the penny to his son, worried that son was missing, helping his find the penny and sharing a moment when he put his arm around Pete when he told his dad what he was doing with the penny.
4. To the father Pete’s world is a childish one and where he finds award and out of place in. to Pete his world seems foolish and that’s the reason why he and his dad can’t get close.
5. The words that moved his father were a meaning that he wanted to spend time with his dad every chance he could get.
6. The penny is symbolic because he had that penny with him till the day he died.
7. Peter’s father lived a serious and responsible life only to give his kids the best life that he could give them. He wanted his children to grow up right. He was never mean to his kids, but he only showed them one side of him.

Work and More Work

I heard my name echoing throughout the house; it was time to work on our shop. We were building our shop for a few months already and it was snowing out the day before; so I didn’t want to go out and work in the cold winter air. My dad is a workaholic; he works all day and is not satisfied until there something else to start working on. I think he enjoys work even though he says he doesn’t sometimes. He is always in a hurry to get things done. I on the other hand, like to be lazy and avoid work I if can.

I went to work with him and was not happy with the fact that it was cold outside. We worked the rest of the day light hours. While sheeted and insulated all I really did was pass up metal sheets. I kind of felt useless and bored. We finally went home and I was relieved that we were done for the day.

Now that we're done the building of our shop I'm super glad but there is a new project we had to start and that is my house. We've been working that for a while now and are almost finished and I can't wait.

My Quiet Grandpa

My relationship the with my grandpa is great. He doesn’t talk a whole lot, but there are a few things he always asks. He works every day and I never understand why. I ask him and he says “ what else am I supposed to do?” I tell him he should sleep in and enjoy himself, he just laughs.

My grandpa comes out for birthday supper every year on my birthday. He gives me $20 every year. When he is out we catch up on a variety of different topics. He likes to ask me how school is and gets a chuckle out of my answer which is always the same “oh grandpa” I say, “it was okay.” when I ask him “ how was your day?” he says “slow.”

I enjoy doing all these things with my grandpa.

Reflecting on ma past G!!!!!

Standing in the kitchen being yelled at 3 in the morning is never a good experience. It all started earlier that day when I asked my mom if I could go to a party that night. She told me "no because family is more important than partying." we started arguing and one thing led to another, next thing I know I'm standing on Main waiting for a ride to a house party in Killdeer.

When I finally got to the party, my phone was ringing of the hook! Angry messages in my voice mail and very frustrated texts from my mother had flooded my phone. By that time my phone was off, and my head was spinning from the alcohol I had just consumed... A lot of things that happened during this period of time are not appropriate for school but do involve a sexy party... As I got to my senses, I stumbled out the front door, threw up, and started my long trek home. Walking was tricky, in order to not get picked up the fuzz I had to walk slow and remain calm. There was no way I was going home in a bacon mobile.

When I finally reached my house, I scrambled to find my keys, pockets are a puzzle when you're loaded. At last I grabbed them and tried my hardest to slide them into the lock. As quietly as I could, I stepped into the kitchen, only to find my mom, glaring at me. All I could get out was a slurred "Hey Mom, I'm gonna go to bed." Without saying anything, I could tell she wanted to rip my lungs out and hand them to me in a doggy bag. "Sit down!" she exclaimed, pointing to the chair with a long finger. By this point I was pissing in my pants. In all my years I have never seen this woman that angry. My life was living hell from that day on for the next month.

Becca's Fault

If I could go back and change something it would be running into a fence. This though, was not my fault. We were playing "Hide and Seek Home Free" on main street. Six of us were hiding from Corey. When Brian and Storm some how got separated from us. They were apparently hiding under a tree while Becca, Ryan, Cam, and I hid in someones backyard.

We were laying low when we saw Corey at the post office. That's when Becca decided we should leave through the back alley. So all of us turned around and ran full force into this dark green fence. All of us flew backwards and landed on our backs. It was a painful but funny experience.

Anger Issues (Rated G version)

Something was bound to get broken. My father had a bad temper when I was younger. I used to listen the best I possibly could to keep from getting yelled at. I grew up as a child that listened 100% because I was scared to get yelled at.
My best friend Jarred used to be terrified of him because of his temper. When Jarred was over and Dad was home we would make sure we would play far away from Dad. Most of the time we would be at Jarred’s house because he was scared. Now Jarred likes him.
Up until my father started working for Arnolds Sand and Gravel he was quite cranky. After the job switch he lost a lot of his stress and became more of a happy guy. He lived quite a distance from home so we only got to see him on his days off.
It wasn’t until my father moved to Edmonton that he really became happy. After he moved he has been in a good mood. The only problem is that he lives so far away. It sucks that he lives far away but at least now he is happy.

analogy story

Once upon a time there were three mice. They loved going to this restaurant until it was bought and ran by cats. The cats would often wait until all of the other cats had ordered and gotten their drinks before they would wait on the three mice. Eventually the mice finally said something about the terrible service and they were kicked out and banned from this restaurant.

This analogy is about waiters waiting on adults before kids, always happens at the red bull those bastards.

Ant Dilema

Have you ever felt discriminated against? Have you wanted to do something, but were just not able? Well that’s just like the story of the ants. These ants had no legs. All they could do was slide-that’s the only way they could get around. These ants loved ice cream. Every ice cream store in the city had stairs. They went and complained to every store manager to get a slide in their store. The store managers just laughed and said they didn’t care. They went to the head of the Two Legs, who was the owner of all stores. They tried to reason with the man but he just said he didn’t care. This was as high up as they could go and it was their last chance. To this day they still have the problem of stairs and no slides. They still wonder when one of the Two Legs will finally do something to help.

Different Points of View

My mom and I have different points of view. A big one is our thoughts on piercings. She doesn't understand why someone would want to put extra "holes" in their bodies. That they look disgusting. I disagree. I think that its not so much as putting extra holes in my body but that I'm making a statement and you should't look at it like that. I think it's a form of art just like tattoos.

Since I was 12 I've wanted my nose pierced and for my fifteenth birthday I got it done. The only reason my mom agreed was because her friend convinced her it was ok. My mom was afraid it would look bad. I said it wouldn't and I was right. The second piercing I got was my lip. I had talked to my mom before about how I also wanted to get that done. She of course said no. I already had enough and it would look disgusting. But I didn't care. I told her I was getting it done and since I was 16, I didn't need her to sign for me.

And now we come to my recent one...my eyebrow. By now my mom is kinda like whatever. She thinks I have enough piercings. You can never have enough is what I think. This time though I inform her that I am going to go with Brian and we are going to get our eyebrows pierced together. So I think that my mom is now use to the fact that her daughter is going to have many piercings and in the future won't be surprised if I come home with a new one.

If you knew me.........

If you knew me, you'd know I'm a a different person out of school.You'd know that I like dirt biking, and that I want to go sky diving one day. You'd know that I like the snow but but not the coldness that comes with it. Sooo if you took the time to know me you would see many new things you've never seen before from me.

Penny in the Dust

Penny in the Dust

1. It means when you remember something or "go back" to that time. An example is when he's walking, so like after the first paragraph.

2. The major conflict is when Pete loses his penny and doesn't want to tell his dad. Pete and his father are involved. He loses the penny because he was "looking for treasure" and had burried it. It was resolved when his dad found it.

Penny in the Dust: Questions

1. That his father would think that. He is surprised.

2. He doesn't return the penny because it means something to him now.

3. He shows love by working hard, giving him rides, gave his son the penny and for being there.

4. The boys world is imaginary where his fathers is in reality. The father feels happy and sad. The boy feels scared and ashamed.

5. It was that he could finish work early and the boy wanted to spend time with his father.

6. The penny is symbolic because he had that penny with him till the day he died.

7. He is a working man, he was a serious man, and was stern. That he took things seriously.

penny in the dust questions

part 1

1. Remembering a past memory. The example is he remembered losing the penny in the dust.

2. The father and the son have a conflict. The conflict is the son loses the penny and he doesn't want his father to know. Its resolved by the father finding it and the son telling him the reason for losing the penny.

part 2

1. The father thinks his sons is afraid of him.

2. The father doesn't return the penny because he wants to keep it to remember that day.

3. He keeps the penny. the father finds the penny in the dust. He gave the penny to the kid in the first place.

4. The fathers world is all about reality and very down to earth. The sons world is very different, its whatever he wants it to be. The boys world is very imaginary.

5. When the boy told the father about how he wished he could spend more time with his father.

6. The penny is very symbolic in this story. Its so symbolic because it meant so much to the father that he kept it with him ever day till he died.

7. The father is a hard working man. he gets things done in a serious manner. Everything he did, he did very seriously.

Sometimes Good; Sometimes Bad

I have always been a mommy's girl. Never really a daddy's girl. Maybe because I am closer to my mom than my dad. I spend most of my time with my mom and not really with my dad. My mom and I would always do stuff together such as: shopping, going for walks, or just hanging out together. But it was a bit different with my dad.

My dad and I had a different relationship. It was more quiet and not as much out there than mine and my mom's. My dad and I have some things in common, including: we both like horses, and hunting. But it's way easier to talk to my mom about personal stuff. I have a hard time just going up to my dad and just saying something about my boyfriend. It's just not the same with me and dad.

My mom knows me like the back of her hand. She can always tell when I am upset or just having a bad day. Not always is that a good thing because sometimes I don't want her to know what is going on. But it feels good when she notices that something is wrong. My dad has a way of knowing when I am bummed out too, but somehow me and him just end up fighting about it and getting mad because usually it's about something makes him upset too. Yes, I do wish me and dad could be closer, but the relationship we have now isn't so bad. However, it could definately be better.

So needless to say, I don't enjoy the awkwardness, and tension between me and my dad, but it's better than nothing. I hope that I will always be real close to my mom because every girl needs a woman in her life to help her out when things get hard. I will always love my dad and my mom, through anything!

justin
Reflective essay
As I was growing up my relations was pretty good with my mom, but not as good with my brothers dad. I lived with my brothers dad pretty much my whole life, I don’t remember living without him around. We lived in the city for a little while, then we moved out to my farm. On the farm I didn’t really interact with my mom too much. Sure I’d go in and eat supper and she would put me to sleep. But we didn’t really play games together or anything, we did a few times but not very much.
As I grew up on the farm we kind of got further and further away from each other. And then when my brother was born it even got further apart. I played with my brother when I was younger but I got jealous of him because he was the youngest and my mom seemed like she liked him more. Then after a while of my mom and my brothers dad not getting along we finally moved.
We moved to Radisson because that is where my grandma was living. Grandma was my favorite person in the world so I would pretty much live there. I would go home for a few days at a time because we were only a block away. I would still talk and see my mom but we never did any activities together. So in all I love my mom but don’t have a super strong relationship with here, I don’t like talking about things to just about no one. And I’m 16 now and there isn’t really any way to “hang with your mom” its just a little weird.

Successful Argument

My parents and I had a huge blowout. My dad is a stubborn man when he feels that he is right and it is hard to change his mind on a topic when he has made up his mind. My mom is the more reasonable one of the two and listens to both sides of an argument. I myself am a very impatient person. I like to have the answer right now and not later. My relationship with my parents is awesome. We don’t usually argue about a lot of things and we are good at coming to a mutual agreement.

When I finally figured out I wasn’t going to win the arguement I gave up for that day. Three days later I decided to bring up the same argument again to see if I could sway their minds. We argued for another hour and I gave up yet again.

I was reading a book when my brother knocked on the door and asked me to come to Radisson with him to get fuel. My brother and I are very close-we tell each other everything. Just before we left, a good friend of ours showed up and wanted to come with us. I found this strange, but never commented on it. We left for fuel and never went back home. I began to wonder where we were going. When we got into the city my curiosity started to dwindle as to where we were going. My brother hates driving in the city so I knew something was up. Then all of a sudden I could see the top of a really tall building and Josh smiled and said, “I convinced them buddy, we are here.” I was so shocked I wasn’t sure what to say.

We had fun water sliding that night. Our room was huge with two big fluffy white beds and one great big 50 inch flatscreen situated on the wall. Off to the right of our beds was a huge bathroom with a shiny white tub. We had pizza after exhausting ourselves going up and down the three flights of stairs to the gigantic waterslides. We watched movies until two in the morning. I had a blast!

It made me feel awesome knowing that I got to do something I never thought I would ever do without my parents. From this experience, my parents may now trust me to do more things on my own. I learned from this experience that sometimes if you leave things be your parents will reconsider what you ask.

Reflective Essay

Reflective Essay
“Our Love Tradition” – Allie Ferris-Nichol

When I was younger, I didn’t have the best relationship with my parents. Don’t get me wrong, I loved them both very much. I was just more of a quiet and reserved child. All my friends were imaginative and wild; I suppose I was a little more, “grown up”. My mom and my dad were split up - they had been ever since I could remember. I never saw a problem with this; I understood they both loved me so I never really questioned it.

I was with my mom most of the time, during the week. I was with my dad on weekends. My dad and I were never really close. It’s not that he didn’t try, or that he didn’t love me, it’s just neither of us really liked to show our feelings. My dad and I weren’t all “lovey-dovey” like my mom was.

My dad always gave me a hug and said, “I love you”, it was just never with the same enthusiasm my mom had. I hardly ever said, “I love you” back - not because I didn’t love him, but because I found it somewhat awkward. I never knew how he would feel if I said I back, and the last thing I wanted to do was make him uncomfortable. Although my dad and I didn’t have the “OUT THERE” I love you relationship, we had smaller and simpler ways to show our love for each other that we were both comfortable with.

I can remember at the age of five, my mom would have friends over late into the night. I was shy so I always stayed in my room. One night my dad came over, a night I really needed him. Funny he came, it’s like he just knew. What I’m about to tell you is the defining moment in mine and my dad’s relationship. He came over at about seven in the evening, I was tired and my mom had all her friends over, music playing loud. My dad could sense I was scared, so he held my hand. Before this moment I can’t remember holding hands with such meaning behind it. He held my hand until I fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning and he was gone. My mom would never let him sleep over, although I wish she would have. After that night, my dad and I had a new tradition. From ages five to nine my dad would hold my hand until I fell asleep. Every night I remember trying to hold on a little tighter so that he would still be there when I woke up. I set a goal for myself to be able to hold on tight enough that he wouldn’t leave.

One night, I was squeezing as tightly as I could. My dad said, “You don’t have to hold on so tight honey, I’ll always be back again tomorrow night.” I suppose he just didn’t understand how badly I wanted him to be able to stay. Even though he told me I didn’t have to, I still always held his hand as tightly as possible. This was our little “love tradition”. Just knowing he’d come all the way to hold my hand, even though him and my mom didn’t get along… literally showed me how much he loved me. I know that holding on so tight told him just how much I loved him too.

I will never forget these nights with my dad. It’s how I label our relationship. Those nights were the nights that made me who I am today. My dad and I still don’t have that “lovey-dovey” relationship that my mom and I have. I’m fine with that, because those nights when we held hands always remind me how much we love each other.

Penny in the Dust

Penny in the Dust – Ernest Buckler

1.The literary term for flash back is, “by which an event or scene taking place before the present time in the narrative is inserted into the chronological structure of the work.” The flashback in the story is in the beginning, right after the first paragraph.

2.The major conflict would be when Peter loses the penny. All of Peter’s family is involved because they couldn’t find him anywhere. The conflict is resolved by Peter’s father finding the penny and by Peter explaining to his father the reason behind hiding. By Peter telling his father this, it improved their relationship because they were now honest with each other.

Penny in the Dust: QUESTIONS

1.Peter said he felt as if he had struck his father because he couldn’t believe his father really thought that Peter was scared of him. Peter knew he hurt his father by not explaining himself properly.

2.I think that Peter’s father kept the penny because it was a memory between father and son. It was a defying moment in their relationship and his father didn’t want to lose that. It was his little piece of “gold” in the dust. It resembled imagination and wonder, and it represents the love for his son.

3.Peter’s father shows him love by doing little things such as helping him on the cart when he sees him struggle, by giving him gifts like the penny. He also shows love by showing concern about Peter and his where-about. His father really does love him, although he is not an expressive man.

4.Peter’s world is expressive and imaginative, where as his father’s world is serious and full of responsibility. I don’t think his father really understands childhood and the freedom of mind that is needed to live a healthy childhood. When Peter explains his game with the penny, his father REALIZES that Peter is still a child. He finally accepted that and Peter is shocked AND happy that he could be open with his father.

5.I believe what moved Peter’s father was simply how much effort Peter was putting into his explanation, also that his father could sense Peter was upset with his father being upset. In the moment he had tears in his eyes, I believe he was accepting Peter as the child he was.

6.The penny is very symbolic in this story. The penny not only represents imagination, but it also represents the love and understanding between father and son. The penny will hold that profound memory of acceptance and truth forever.

7.Peter’s father lived a serious and responsible life only to give his children the best life that he could give them, He wanted his children to grow up right, and he did that by showing sternness and strictness. He was never mean to his children, but he really only showed one side to them; in attempt to raise his children properly.

reflective essay?

. My mother is usually a very reasonable person. I have a very good relationship with her. we do fight a lot but we get over it very quickly. I am very close with my mother and she with me.

It was a Friday night and Justin and I were hanging out, like we usually do. Justin is very eccentric and loud. We would hang out like this all the time during the summer. Justin and I had a really good friendship. We started to get bored so I had the great idea of taking the truck. We made it 4 miles out of town. then i hit some washboard and went out of control, i went off the road and hit an approach then a small tree and came to a stop in the sand. i got all my shit together and we made it out of the ditch and went home.

The next day my mother came up to me out of the blue and asked me what i did the previous night. i told her me and justin just hung out and didnt do much, then she said "oh really." thats when i knew i was cought. she then began to ask why all of the stuff from the back seat of the truck is in the front and why the running boared is cracked and how the dents in the hood got there all over night. I tryed to explain myself but it was to late my mother had lost her cool.

for the next hour and a half my mother had yelled at me and told me if i was to ever take the truck again that she would not let me get my license when i am elageble for it and that i would be grounded for 3 months. I then apologised and she seemed were dissapointed still like she should have been. then she told me my punishment witch was not exspected she just said the only reason she was so mad is cuz i could have gotten hurt. she just said that she was very disapointed and i better not do it again. i was thinking to myself there is no consiquense? then it ocured to me that she really cares and that her beeing worried makes me feel bad and that i consiquense enough.

Reflective Essay

I always considered myself to be closer to my mom than my dad. My parents split up when I was super young so for pretty much all of my life I have gone back and forth between them, seeing my dad on holidays and living with my mom in Vancouver. I never realized that I had a problem with it until a few years ago. When I was little I just considered it to be completely ok and that it was just how things were. Every holiday I would get on the plane to fly to Saskatchewan to see my dad and my family and I really enjoyed doing that but after so many years of doing that I felt like it was getting harder and harder to leave after the holidays. I started thinking about moving to my dad's... but I didn't say anything to my mom. I waited quite a while and still didn't say anything. Then one day my mom told me that she was thinking about moving away from Vancouver. She told me that she thought that it would be a good idea if we moved to Toronto so we could be close to her sister and her family. That's when I decided to tell her that I wanted to move to my Dad's.

My mom didn't particularly like my idea that much... she made it quite clear. I could see the hurt in her eyes when I said it. I could tell that she was wondering why I would want to leave her. After a while I could see that she was getting mad. She asked me why I would want to move there, so I told her that I missed my dad and that I wanted to live somewhere where I could pretty much do anything, like go quadding and skidooing. And I also told her that I really enjoyed working on the farm. She got even more angry after I explained it. She told me that if I moved to a small town I would have so much less opportunities than I would have living in the city. I told her that she grew up in a small town and she turned out great, but she argued back that she wished she wouldn't have grown up in a small town, she didn't have all the opportunities she would have wanted to have. "you'll miss me when you're there too you know" she said. I told her that I know I would miss her but that I still wanted to go there, just to see what it would be like to be there most of the time intead of just on holidays. "I hate not being able to see my family whenever" I said. she told me that SHE was my family. I told her that I obviously knew that and that I loved her but I want to be with my other family too.

About a month later after we had that argument, she was picking me up from my Dad's on her way to Ontario. I had been visiting my dad for about a month and she said that we would talk about the whole moving situation on the way to Ontario. I was so sure that I wouldn't be able to move to my dad's which upset me. Even though being in Toronto was awesome and there was so much to do I still felt like I wanted to move. My mom wasn't even there for the month that I was in Ontario because she went back to Vancouver to work for a bit. So, I decided that I was going to just go to my dad's and stay, at that point I was getting pretty mad because I felt like she wasn't even listening to anything that I was saying. So, I flew to my dad's. She knew but she didn't know that I was planning on staying. I felt bad but after a while of being at my dad's I called and told her that I had made up my mind, that I was 15 and that I was old enough to choose if I wanted to live with her or my dad. She was pretty mad. But in the end.. I think it was good for everyone. Now I'm enjoying being here and I'm glad we got over the conflict.

Penny in the Dust (Epic Title isn't it?)

Part 1:
1. Remembering a past incident or memory. Everything except the first and last paragraph are parts of flashback.
2. The child and father have a bad relationship with eachother. It is resolved when they look for the penny and become more open with one another.

Part 2:
1. The father thinks that his son is afraid of him.
2. The father kept the penny as a souvenir of what had happened and to show Pete that he loves him.
3. He kept the penny for Pete to find years later down the road. He goes to find the penny. He gave Pete the penny in the first place. He also cried when Pete was telling him of what he would do with the riches of the penny.
4. The father cried and the boy felt like he could be more open.
5. It was that the boy wanted good things for the family and the father.
6. The penny is symbolic. It symbolizes what the family can not have.
7. The father is a rough, tough, robot nearly incapable of emotion. Deep down inside him somewhere he has a heart though.

Penny in the Dust questions

Penny is the Dust
1. Flashback is used in literature to refer to a time that has happened in the past. The flash back in “Penny in the Dust” started around the beginning after they began reminiscing and ended just before then end when you find out that the father has passed away and the funeral is starting.
2. The major conflict in this story is when Pete lost his penny in the dirt. The people in involved in the conflict were Pete, his father, his mother, and everyone else who was looking for Pete after he lost the penny. The conflict was resolved when Pete’s father found the penny.

Penny in the Dust questions
1. I think the meaning of him feeling like he “struck” his father was because he felt that he was being dishonest with his father.
2. I think that Pete’s father kept the penny because it was a memory of a father son moment.
3. His father shows love to him by helping him when he struggled to get on the cart, when his father franticly sheared for him, when he suggested looking for the penny and by give him the penny to him in the first place.
4. His father would feel awkward and conscious of trespass if he entered into Pete’s imaginative world because he is very serious. Pete would feel awkward if his father came into his imaginative world because Pete is very imaginative.
5. I think that Pete’s father was all teary because of the simplicity and anxiety of his son’s answer to why he lost the penny and also because Pete was imagining a better life for the family.
6. This story is symbolic because a penny is not worth all that much and that the penny really can’t make life better but with a little imagination life can be better.
7. The father was a very serious man. He worked all day long and never had to hurry. He never held his son, never laughed, and was kind of scary. He is nice man and cared for others in his own kind of way.

conflict with my sister

It was January and mom and dad were away on holidays in Mexico. My grandparents were staying at my house with me to make sure everything was ok. I had wrote exams and then had planned to do something with friends for a little while that afternoon while my grandma was gone to town to check on their house and grandpa was away at the farm. I knew grandma wasn't going to be home til later that day because she was going to stop at the farm on her way home to see little man, Jared.

It was about 3 that afternoon and I got a text, it was my sister asking me where I was, she knew I wasn't home. She was asking all kinds of questions, where I was, who I was with, what I was doin, why I wasn't home. I had ignored her text because grandma knew who I was with and where I was and that I was going to make it up to Uncle Kurts for 5:30that evening. Not texting her back had caused some trouble, she started phoning and not answering it had made it even worse. I believe I had a fight with her earlier that day so this is why I was not answering her phone calls or texts. I finally answered the second call and it didn't go over well. She thought I hadn't talked to grandma, which I had and it was fine with her. My sister thought that I was lying and tried getting me into trouble, ha didn't happen!

It just was not a good two weeks for my sister and I, she thought I would be stressing out the grandparents. She was trying to be the mom that she wasn't. I always get along with my sister, just when mom and dad were away she was trying to watch out a little to much for me when she wasn't staying with me, she had no reason to be calling and texting me trying to find out what I was doing. The other sister had stuck up for me and things got worse! Everyting went downhill everything we could argue or fight about we did! My other sister had came out for the weekend, this was happening on a friday. We went to uncle Kurt's to have supper and visit them and Jared, we started talking about what was happening, he how ever told me not to worry about what she was trying to tell me because I was where I was suppose to be at the time I was suppose to be there and I was ok. A couple hours had passed and I had finished bathing Jared came back to where my phone was laying I had two missed calls and three missed texts, all from the sister. By this time I was annoyed and upset because I was fighting with the sister that I never fight with. We were always the closest and didn't fight much.
In the end after the two weeks were done we ended up being back to normal and things were good. The fight ended up just being minor.

I Told You So

I Told You So

Don't you just hate when your parents disagree with you. My mom and I usually get along really well. We are both easy going, and enjoy having a good laugh. She comes to my hockey games, and we to the lake and stuff like that together. Its usually all butterflies and rainbows, but not this particular time.

I had sprained my ankle in volleyball two sundays ago. It is starting to feel a lot better, but the swelling is still there. I had a hockey game wednesday night and really wanted to go. My mom said that i should stay off it until it heals fully. I can see why she said that, because i wouldn't want to wreck it for the next couple months. I was set on going though.

I drove myself to that game, because my mom didn't want to watch me hurt myself. I tried putting my skate on at the game and i new right away that my mom was right, but i would never let her know that. I suited up and went onto the ice to see if i could skate. It hurt to skate but I played anyway. After the first period I took some tylenol and played the rest of the game.

After I had undressed and showered, I could barely walk. I got home and mom saw me limping and asked me if i had hurt myself. I said no and she clearly knew i was lying. Despite her anger that i went to hockey she came into my room with an icepack and through it to me, and walked out without saying a word.

I guess you could call an unspoken "I told you so".

Snap!

Reflective Essay



I have always been a daddy and mommys girl. I dont know what I would do with out my parents, they are my life. When I fall they always pick me up they have always been there for me and always will be. My parents can read me like the back of a book. Dad can always tell when im lieing and mom can always tell if something wrong. Not only my parents but my brothers are always there for me and would beat up any boy that messed with me!

On July 14th I left for B.C. I was so happy to leave. When I got there I changed my mind and wanted to come home after the first couple of days. I called my dad asking if he could come get me but he wouldnt. So every morning I would call asking for him to either come get me or get me an early flight home. In the end me dad debated on actually driving out to come get me. I think mom changed his mind she told me to suck it up pretty much. I was so mad at them, they kept telling me that if I left early that my granny would be upset that I left. I didnt care I wanted to get home and see my family and Krista. This was the first time I have ever been away from home.

My dad called my uncles telling them to come get me from my grannys house. So it got better I wasnt so home sick when I got doing stuff. I went up into the mountain with my auntie and uncle and three cousins camping that was good kept my mind off things. It helped went to a wedding seen Breanne there was nice to see someone I really knew. After that I went and spent a few days at my uncles house he lives on the lake. It was really like to go boating and swimming while I was there. I even got a dec tan and im pretty pasty. Towards the end I stopped arguing with my parents to come get me, the days were going by faster towards the end.

When it was time to come home I was pretty excited because I missed everyone so much, but I ended up having a good time seeing all my family I dont normally see much. If I were to go again next year I would but I think I would want my parents to come so they arnt getting calls everyday telling them to come get me or get an early flight home. But overall the trip was good I got to experience my first plane ride.

You Know What Really Grinds My Gears....

I remember the butterflies in my stomach, the fear in my eyes, and the anger in my moms. It was about a year ago and I wanted to play senior hockey but my parents thought differently. Winter was about to arrive so the team was starting to practice. My cousin wanted me to play and so did other players on the team. My dad was starting to agree with me me about playing, or at least going to practices. I didn't think I was going to play but, determination and with a little bit of wisdom I thought it might happen.

The first argument was over going to a practice. My dad is a pretty easy going guy, a hard worker and a pretty easy guy to convince about things. My mom on the other is a very good parent, however not a very easy person to convince about things. What mom thinks about things, that is usually what she is going to think about them forever. Mom said "there is no way your going to practice, what if you get hurt your volleyball season will be over." I honestly didn't think about that but i thought it was worth getting hurt over, I really wanted to play.

Moving on later that night about an hour before we had to leave, I still didn't know if I was going or not. Dad was on my side now and wanted me to go for the practice and told mom a wouldn't get hurt. Mom still determined to change our minds, put the guilt trip on, she said "fine go but when you get hurt think of what the volleyball team will think." YES, all I could think of is that she said I could go. I went to the practice learnt a little, and had one of the most fun times of my life.

I wasn't told I could play with the team but I told Troy Rookes I was going to play. The first game I wanted to play so bad but mom, dad, and Ashton were against this. We had volleyball conferences the next day and I knew I wasn't going to happen. The same happened for the second game, and I didn't go. However about 2 hours before I was going to leave for the third game I was just telling my parents. I said I was going because I didn't have volleyball and I didn't see anything wrong with going.

My parents still didn't want me to get hurt but I said I would be fine. It was also snowing and the game was around two and a half hours away, in Meadow Lake. The reason that played a factor on things was because they needed to be there if I was going to play. I said to dad "you have a 4x4 truck for a reason if you want to come then go." After more debating I finally heard "you can go" I don't know who said it but it didn't matter. I went there with my cousin Kinley, his friend Colby, our buddy Marcus, and one guy Derek, who I didn't know. I was so pumped to be playing and I even got an assist my first game. Looking back at it I think it is a little stupid, but all that matters is that I got to play.

Penny in the Dust

1) The literary term of a flashback is a literary device in which an earlier event is inserted into the normal chronological order of a narrative. A large amount of the story would be considered a flashback besides the first few paragraphs introducing the story and the last few paragraphs concluding the story.

2) The major conflict in this story is between Peter and his father. The father gave Peter a shiny penny and because of their relationship it meant a lot to him. However, when Peter was playing with the penny in the dust and imagining greater things he lost it. The issue was resolved when the truth came out and the father helps him find it.

Questions

1) I think that by Peter saying he struck his father he meant he emotionally struck him and shocked him, maybe even disappointed him by apparently thinking his father would beat him.

2) I think that the father doesn't return the penny to his son for a few reasons. One being, he doesn't want him to lose it again. He wouldn't want him to lose it again because he wouldn't want him to feel as bad as he did when he first lost it. Another reason may be that he wants the cherish the memories he had with his son, obviously that was a big moment in their relationship.

3) The father showed his son love in the following ways:
He gives his son a shiny penny
He frantically looks for his son when he's missing
He helps his son find the penny
He comforts his son and shares a touching moment with him
and last, he doesn't give the penny back

4) Peters world is the childish, imaginative world, whereas the father seems like more of a realist, and creates a more serious world for himself. When the father enters the boys world he feels awkward and conscious of trespass. When the boy sees his father about to enter he senses but doesn't understand the foolish child-like fragility of his world.

5) I think what moved the father so profoundly was how excited the boy seemed when talking about all of the greater things for his father and him. He was so honest and true, and he wanted to spend time with him so badly.... I think that really touched the father because he's probably never spoken about his feelings so openly before.

6) In this story the penny is symbolic. It's a gift from the father which symbolizes that even little worthless seeming things can be worth a lot and bring people together.

7) The father seems guarded, and serious about his work. He seems like he's not the best at communicating or showing his emotions. You can tell that he loves his son and maybe he doesn't want to get his sons hopes up by going along with his creativity – again I think he's a realist. He's probably a nice man once he opens up.