2) How students can't sign up for classes that they need for their major.
3) How the people on bikes like to run over other students.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Friends Come and Go Memoir
After class Anthony was leaning against the brick wall across from my classroom waiting for me. When he saw me he shouted, “KELLSEY! I can’t wait to get home and get that Christmas tree tonight! Tomorrow morning I will tell you all about it!” and then ran off in the opposite direction where his mother’s car was waiting. Every day before class started I would meet with Anthony. Our classes were connecting through one door that was always kept locked unless an activity was planned, which happened rarely. Anthony was always there lined up outside the classroom before me since his mom drove him to school every day and I was a bus rider. Once I got to class we would wait outside chatting about anything that could pop in our mind before the bell would ring and we got separated until the end of the day. Anthony was taller than your average fourth grader with sparklingly blue eyes and a tan complex. His hair was golden blond and reminded me of silky rays of sun sitting on top of his head. His uniform was always perfectly pressed and fitted to the t; unlike all the other fourth grade boys. Anthony always had a giant smile of his face and knew exactly what to say when someone was feeling down. He had a great insight if someone was upset no matter how good they thought they were hiding it. He was always prepared with a joke that seemed to make all the trouble ease away. It was like he had a gift for making all the rough mornings smooth, like we were living in a perfect world. There was not one student or teacher that did not like him; he was perfect in every single way. Anthony was my best friend and I wouldn't have had it any other way.
When I got to school I couldn’t wait to find out what tree Anthony got, the size, and how he decorated it. I got to my class something but something was very different. Parents were outside the classrooms with flowers and numerous kids from the classes around had swollen eyes with tears running down. I immediately started looking for Anthony to find out what was wrong. He wasn’t anywhere in sight, so I starting asking my friends and their tears grew harder. My mind was going a hundred miles a minute and I had no idea what was going on, I just wanted to find Anthony he would make everything better as always. As my blurry vision cleared from the haze of my mind I saw Anthony’s mother, I started to approach her and then it hit me like a ton of bricks. She was the one receiving all the flowers and something had happened to Anthony. I stood there stunned telling myself that nothing happened to him and this was all a bad dream. I started pinching myself but nothing would wake me from this horrible dream. I felt someone pulling at my arm and taking me into my classroom room, it was my teacher. She took me to the corner, sat me down, and began saying, “Kellsey, I know Anthony and you were very close, but something happened. Last night when Anthony’s family was driving to get a Christmas tree there was an accident. Anthony didn’t make it.” I couldn’t breathe, I felt like I was drowning in a waterless ocean. Tears starting rolling down my face as I was gasping for air. How could this happened to such a wonderful kid, it wasn’t fair and I wouldn’t believe it. Maybe someone was playing a sick April Fool’s joke on us, but it was December and my heart wouldn’t let me believe that Anthony would only remain in my memories.
The rest of the day the connecting door was open and everyone was paying our respects to Anthony’s mother. She told us stories of him growing up and how he loved everyone of us just like we were family. We went around in a circle and starting sharing our memories of Anthony with her. I let her know how he always had a smile on his face and could light up anyone’s day with only a couple of words. A couple of kids were telling his mom the jokes that Anthony had used to make them feel better when they were in a rough spot. At the end of class my teacher shouted out, “How do vampire football players get the mud off?” we all replied back in unison, “They all get in the bat tub,” it was the joke Anthony loved to tell. I actually had a smile on my face and was laughing at the joke just like Anthony had intended. Our class felt like a family and Anthony’s memories had brought us closer together. All the cliques had broken down that day and the enemies had become friends. We were all one group now because of Anthony.
When I got on the bus for the ride home I was actually happy. I just sat there the whole ride to my stop thinking of all the wonderful chances I had with Anthony, glad that he was in my life. When I was approaching my stop I saw my mother’s car in the distance. My mother and I got along like mice and cats. When the bus stopped I walked slowly off trying to think of what I did wrong. When I was fully off the steps my mother came running up to me and hugged me the tightest she ever had. She kept repeating, “I love you and I always will! Please don’t ever leave me,” as tears were rolling down her cheeks. The whole walk back to the car her arm was around me and she was constantly kissing my forehead. When we got in the car we sat there for hours as I told her about Anthony. She already knew about the accident, but wanted to know about his life and what he was like. I told her everything including the new things I had learned today from his mother and my personal experiences including his signature joke, “How do vampire football players get mud the off.” She told me that she wished she would have meet him and promised she would take a more active role in my life and get to know everyone that I cared about. To this day my mother has kept her promise. I may have lost a best friend, but the same day I gained a new one.
When I got to school I couldn’t wait to find out what tree Anthony got, the size, and how he decorated it. I got to my class something but something was very different. Parents were outside the classrooms with flowers and numerous kids from the classes around had swollen eyes with tears running down. I immediately started looking for Anthony to find out what was wrong. He wasn’t anywhere in sight, so I starting asking my friends and their tears grew harder. My mind was going a hundred miles a minute and I had no idea what was going on, I just wanted to find Anthony he would make everything better as always. As my blurry vision cleared from the haze of my mind I saw Anthony’s mother, I started to approach her and then it hit me like a ton of bricks. She was the one receiving all the flowers and something had happened to Anthony. I stood there stunned telling myself that nothing happened to him and this was all a bad dream. I started pinching myself but nothing would wake me from this horrible dream. I felt someone pulling at my arm and taking me into my classroom room, it was my teacher. She took me to the corner, sat me down, and began saying, “Kellsey, I know Anthony and you were very close, but something happened. Last night when Anthony’s family was driving to get a Christmas tree there was an accident. Anthony didn’t make it.” I couldn’t breathe, I felt like I was drowning in a waterless ocean. Tears starting rolling down my face as I was gasping for air. How could this happened to such a wonderful kid, it wasn’t fair and I wouldn’t believe it. Maybe someone was playing a sick April Fool’s joke on us, but it was December and my heart wouldn’t let me believe that Anthony would only remain in my memories.
The rest of the day the connecting door was open and everyone was paying our respects to Anthony’s mother. She told us stories of him growing up and how he loved everyone of us just like we were family. We went around in a circle and starting sharing our memories of Anthony with her. I let her know how he always had a smile on his face and could light up anyone’s day with only a couple of words. A couple of kids were telling his mom the jokes that Anthony had used to make them feel better when they were in a rough spot. At the end of class my teacher shouted out, “How do vampire football players get the mud off?” we all replied back in unison, “They all get in the bat tub,” it was the joke Anthony loved to tell. I actually had a smile on my face and was laughing at the joke just like Anthony had intended. Our class felt like a family and Anthony’s memories had brought us closer together. All the cliques had broken down that day and the enemies had become friends. We were all one group now because of Anthony.
When I got on the bus for the ride home I was actually happy. I just sat there the whole ride to my stop thinking of all the wonderful chances I had with Anthony, glad that he was in my life. When I was approaching my stop I saw my mother’s car in the distance. My mother and I got along like mice and cats. When the bus stopped I walked slowly off trying to think of what I did wrong. When I was fully off the steps my mother came running up to me and hugged me the tightest she ever had. She kept repeating, “I love you and I always will! Please don’t ever leave me,” as tears were rolling down her cheeks. The whole walk back to the car her arm was around me and she was constantly kissing my forehead. When we got in the car we sat there for hours as I told her about Anthony. She already knew about the accident, but wanted to know about his life and what he was like. I told her everything including the new things I had learned today from his mother and my personal experiences including his signature joke, “How do vampire football players get mud the off.” She told me that she wished she would have meet him and promised she would take a more active role in my life and get to know everyone that I cared about. To this day my mother has kept her promise. I may have lost a best friend, but the same day I gained a new one.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Memoir Draft
Every day before class started I would meet with my friend Anthony. Our classes were connecting through one door that was always kept locked unless an activity was planned, which happened rarely. Anthony was always there lined up outside the classroom before me since his mom drove him to school every day and I was a bus rider. Once I got to class we would wait outside chatting about anything that could pop in our mind before the bell would ring and we got separated until the end of the day. Anthony was taller than your average fourth grader with sparklingly blue eyes and a tan complex. His hair was golden blond and reminded me of silky rays of sun sitting on top of his head. His uniform was always perfectly pressed and fitted to the t; unlike all the other fourth grade boys. Anthony always had a giant smile of his face and knew exactly what to say when someone was feeling down. He had a great insight if someone was upset no matter how good they thought they were hiding it. He was always prepared with a joke that seemed to make all the trouble ease away. It was like he had a gift for making all the rough mornings smooth, like we were living in a perfect world. There was not one student or teacher that did not like him; he was perfect in every single way. Anthony was my best friend and I wouldn't have had it any other way.
When I got to my class something was different. Parents were outside the classrooms with flowers and numerous kids from the classes around had swollen eyes with tears running down. I immediately started looking for Anthony to find out what was wrong. He wasn’t anywhere in sight, so I starting asking my friends and their tears grew harder. My mind was going a hundred miles a minute and I had no idea what was going on, I just wanted to find Anthony he would make everything better as always. As my blurry vision cleared from the haze of my mind I saw Anthony’s mother, I started to approach her and then it hit me like a ton of bricks. She was the one receiving all the flowers and something had happened to Anthony. I stood there stunned telling myself that nothing happened to him and this was all a bad dream. I started pinching myself but nothing would wake me from this horrible dream. I felt someone pulling at my arm and taking me into my classroom room, it was my teacher. She took me to the corner, sat me down, and began saying, “Kellsey, I know Anthony and you were very close, but something happened. Last night when Anthony’s family was driving to get a Christmas tree there was an accident. Anthony did make it.” I couldn’t breathe, I felt like I was drowning in a waterless ocean. Tears starting rolling down my face as I was gasping for air. How could of this happened to such a wonderful kid, it wasn’t fair and I wouldn’t believe it. Maybe someone was playing a sick April Fool’s joke on us, but it was December and my heart wouldn’t let me believe that Anthony would only remain in my memories.
The rest of the day the connecting door was open and everyone was paying our respects to Anthony’s mother. She told us stories of him growing up and how he loved everyone of just like we were family. We went around in a circle and starting sharing our memories of Anthony with her. I let her know how he always had a smile on his face and could light up anyone’s day with only a couple of words. A couple of kids were saying a couple of the jokes that Anthony had used to make them feel better when they were in a rough spot. I actually had a smile on my face and was laughing at the jokes just like Anthony had intended. Our class felt like a family and Anthony’s memories had brought us closer together. All the cliques had broken down that day and the enemies had become friends. We were all one group now because of Anthony.
When I got on the bus for the ride home I was actually happy. I just sat the whole ride to my stop thinking of all the wonder chances I had with Anthony glad I was he was in my life. When I was approaching my stop I was my mother’s car in the distance. My mother and I got along like mice and cats. When the bus stopped I walked slowly off trying to think of what I did wrong. When I was fully off the steps my mother came running up to me and hugged me the tightest she had ever. She kept repeat, “I love you and I never will you please don’t ever leave me,” as tears were rolling down her cheeks. The whole walk back to the car her arm was around me and she was constantly kissing my forehead. When we got in the car we sat there for hours as I told her about Anthony. She already knew about the accident, but wanted to know about his life and what he was like. I told her everything including the new things I had learned today from his mother and my personal experiences. She told me that she wished she would have meet him and promised she would take a more active role in my life and get to know everyone that I cared about. To this day my mother has kept her promise. I may have lost a best friend, but the same day I gained a new one.
When I got to my class something was different. Parents were outside the classrooms with flowers and numerous kids from the classes around had swollen eyes with tears running down. I immediately started looking for Anthony to find out what was wrong. He wasn’t anywhere in sight, so I starting asking my friends and their tears grew harder. My mind was going a hundred miles a minute and I had no idea what was going on, I just wanted to find Anthony he would make everything better as always. As my blurry vision cleared from the haze of my mind I saw Anthony’s mother, I started to approach her and then it hit me like a ton of bricks. She was the one receiving all the flowers and something had happened to Anthony. I stood there stunned telling myself that nothing happened to him and this was all a bad dream. I started pinching myself but nothing would wake me from this horrible dream. I felt someone pulling at my arm and taking me into my classroom room, it was my teacher. She took me to the corner, sat me down, and began saying, “Kellsey, I know Anthony and you were very close, but something happened. Last night when Anthony’s family was driving to get a Christmas tree there was an accident. Anthony did make it.” I couldn’t breathe, I felt like I was drowning in a waterless ocean. Tears starting rolling down my face as I was gasping for air. How could of this happened to such a wonderful kid, it wasn’t fair and I wouldn’t believe it. Maybe someone was playing a sick April Fool’s joke on us, but it was December and my heart wouldn’t let me believe that Anthony would only remain in my memories.
The rest of the day the connecting door was open and everyone was paying our respects to Anthony’s mother. She told us stories of him growing up and how he loved everyone of just like we were family. We went around in a circle and starting sharing our memories of Anthony with her. I let her know how he always had a smile on his face and could light up anyone’s day with only a couple of words. A couple of kids were saying a couple of the jokes that Anthony had used to make them feel better when they were in a rough spot. I actually had a smile on my face and was laughing at the jokes just like Anthony had intended. Our class felt like a family and Anthony’s memories had brought us closer together. All the cliques had broken down that day and the enemies had become friends. We were all one group now because of Anthony.
When I got on the bus for the ride home I was actually happy. I just sat the whole ride to my stop thinking of all the wonder chances I had with Anthony glad I was he was in my life. When I was approaching my stop I was my mother’s car in the distance. My mother and I got along like mice and cats. When the bus stopped I walked slowly off trying to think of what I did wrong. When I was fully off the steps my mother came running up to me and hugged me the tightest she had ever. She kept repeat, “I love you and I never will you please don’t ever leave me,” as tears were rolling down her cheeks. The whole walk back to the car her arm was around me and she was constantly kissing my forehead. When we got in the car we sat there for hours as I told her about Anthony. She already knew about the accident, but wanted to know about his life and what he was like. I told her everything including the new things I had learned today from his mother and my personal experiences. She told me that she wished she would have meet him and promised she would take a more active role in my life and get to know everyone that I cared about. To this day my mother has kept her promise. I may have lost a best friend, but the same day I gained a new one.
Memo Assignment
To: Professor Moody
From: Kellsey Bishop
Date: September 15, 2009
RE: Feedback from peer review
I am writing to you this in regarding the feedback from my peer review. I am going to incorporate the ideas suggested by my fellow student reviewing my introduction I had previously written. The corrections include some grammatical mistakes and adding more details in my introduction allowing the reader to know that my friend Anthony I was writing about had passed away rather than keeping it a surprise until the end. Also I have taken some of their suggestions in going about finishing my memoir. Instead of just listing of the events that took place that day, I am letting the audience read it through my eyes. This way I will give better details in depth by showing it through my eyes. Hope I will be able to accomplish my goal that the reader is not just reading the story but feels as if he or she is there willing everything is happening.
I am also going to look closely at the rubric show to us today in class, which is linked on your blog page and try to follow the best ratings as close as possible. This way my writing skills will improve and my memoir will be the best it can be rather than just free writing without looking at any guidelines. The rubric will always give me better insight on how to use more details and visuals in my memoir rather than just the bare minimum.
As a result of using the feedback from the peer review and completely understanding the rubric given for the memoir assignment, I feel that my memoir should be headed in the right direction. By adding better details and more insight on how everything passed through me it will give more signifance to the event that took place in fourth grade and how it shaped the relationships I have today. Also by following the guidelines in the rubric and understanding them it will help me develop in a better writer for not only this assignment, but future papers that will be assigned throughout my life.
From: Kellsey Bishop
Date: September 15, 2009
RE: Feedback from peer review
I am writing to you this in regarding the feedback from my peer review. I am going to incorporate the ideas suggested by my fellow student reviewing my introduction I had previously written. The corrections include some grammatical mistakes and adding more details in my introduction allowing the reader to know that my friend Anthony I was writing about had passed away rather than keeping it a surprise until the end. Also I have taken some of their suggestions in going about finishing my memoir. Instead of just listing of the events that took place that day, I am letting the audience read it through my eyes. This way I will give better details in depth by showing it through my eyes. Hope I will be able to accomplish my goal that the reader is not just reading the story but feels as if he or she is there willing everything is happening.
I am also going to look closely at the rubric show to us today in class, which is linked on your blog page and try to follow the best ratings as close as possible. This way my writing skills will improve and my memoir will be the best it can be rather than just free writing without looking at any guidelines. The rubric will always give me better insight on how to use more details and visuals in my memoir rather than just the bare minimum.
As a result of using the feedback from the peer review and completely understanding the rubric given for the memoir assignment, I feel that my memoir should be headed in the right direction. By adding better details and more insight on how everything passed through me it will give more signifance to the event that took place in fourth grade and how it shaped the relationships I have today. Also by following the guidelines in the rubric and understanding them it will help me develop in a better writer for not only this assignment, but future papers that will be assigned throughout my life.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Introduction
Everyday before class started I would meet with my friend Anthony. Our classes were connecting through one door that was always kept locked unless an activity was planned, which happened rarely. Anthony was always there lined up outside the classroom before me since his mom drove him to school everyday and I was a bus rider. Once I got to class we would wait outside chatting about anything that could pop in our mind before the bell would ring and we got separated until the end of the day. Anthony was taller than your average fourth grader with sparklingly blue eyes and a tan complex. His hair was golden blond and reminded me of silky rays of sun sitting on top of his head. His uniform was always perfectly pressed and fitted to the t; unlike all the other fourth grade boys. Anthony always had a giant smile of his face and knew exactly what to say when someone was feeling down. He had a great insight if someone was upset no matter how good they thought they were hiding it. He was always prepared with a joke that seemed to make all the trouble ease away. It was like he had a gift for making all the rough mornings smooth, like we were living in a perfect world. There was not one student or teacher that did not like him; he was perfect in every single way. Anthony was my best friend and I wouldn't of had it any other way.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Three potential ideas
1) Every year my family has thanksgiving at my grandparents house. One year when all the cousins were of age to start understanding rules we were given an important one that if broken punishment would be unbearable. This rule was "Children should be seen and not heard." This rule has shaped the way I act presently when at a dinner or any gathering.
Focus: On the rule "Children should be seen and not heard"
Significance: How this rule as made a social barrier now.
2) I woke up just thinking it would be another regular morning in fourth grade. I did the usual, walked to the bus stop and waited for the bus to arrive. When I arrived to school the classroom next store to mine had kids with flowers and tears streaming from their eyes, I didn't understand. When I went over to see what was wrong I as informed that my friend Anthony had died in a car accident yesterday. I was frozen in that spot crying, my teach had to pull me away my class. It wasn't fair. The rest of the day my mind was in a blur with the rest of the students. My teacher stopped all the lesson for that day and let us reminisce on Anthony. That day our class felt more like a family and had grown a lot closer. When I arrived home my mother was at the bus stop waiting, which a rare thing, I got off the bus and she hugged me so tight. She told me that she loved me and she didn't know what she would do if I was ever to disappear on her. After that moment our relationship began to grow closer and she was at the bus stop everyday after.
Focus: The loss of a friend.
Significance: Out of the tragedy came closer bonds with family and friends.
3) At the end of the school year in fourth grade 5 kids from every class where chosen to become a safety patrol. Being chosen as a safety patrol was the equivalent as finding the holy grail. I ended up being one of those 5 kids and was able to vote for the captain of patrols. I told my close friends and numerous other kids that if they put my name down with theirs and another I would do the same. Of course I couldn't keep up this bargain as of we could only choose three people to nominate. The next day I found out that there was a tie for captain and they were holding another vote. When we all came to the room to sit down to vote I noticed that my name was there along with a boy named Michael. We once again voted and I had a gut feeling I wasn't going to win this time. At the end of the day the boy Michael came over to me and told me that I had won and sure enough the next day I was announced as captain of the safety patrols.
Focus: The leadership role that I played.
Significance: By being the captain I gained confidence in my self.
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