2nd Period Nanowrimo Showcase Slideshow

Nanowrimo Showcase 2nd Period English–Mrs. Velde

This is a picture I created during my math class over linear equations. If you would like to learn how to make it, click here.

His face, bright pink with tears running down,showed not tears of sadness, but tears of joy.
I wonder if my Dad expected this from my grandad, even on Christmas. Though he knew he would love this gift, my Grandad focused on the paper my Dad gave him for a moment.
“Do you like it Dad?” my Dad asked. “What is it?” Grandad replied squinting his eyes and adjusting his classes. My family snickered. My Dad looked over and saw the paper upside down then reached over to turn the paper.
“Dad, it’s your new golf bag Eric and I are getting for you, that’s what it’s going to look like. Look it even has the Pizza Hut logo on it.” My Dad responded still laughing and pointing at the paper.
My Grandad bear hugs my Dad so tightly he could barely breathe, with the biggest, brightest smile I’ve ever seen on anyone. Then I realized that even little things can change someone’s day.

A lesson I learned from the Holocaust is don’t be rude to people by the way they look. Hitler treated everyone that didn’t have blonde hair and blue eyes very poorly because he had one bad experience with someone that didn’t look like that. Because of this he thought everyone that looked different would act the same.

Another lesson I’ve learned is that treat people you want to be treated. If you be nice to people they most likely will be nice back. Maybe if people would have done this to Hitler he wouldn’t have been so rude to the jews and maybe the holocaust wouldn’t have happened.

Dear Diary,

                  Scary thoughts keep going through my mind. The scary soldiers around every corner, and Ellen hiding with my family. What if we get caught? Will we have to go away? Those questions are stuck in my mind. I can’t help but think what would have happened if we didn’t take in Ellen. Will they notice? I hope not. My chest hurts as I think about it. As much as I don’t want to get caught I would hate to wonder what would happen to the Rosens if the soldiers got a hold of them.

        Every little thing that could go wrong over runs my mind. My heart races just at the thought of getting taken away. All of this confusion happened so fast. It all happened while I’m here sitting next to my dad and Ellen. My dad is still talking. Still talking about how the Rosens are hiding, but we don’t know where or even why. That just makes it worse especially since Ellen is starting to tear up.

         I feel really bad for Ellen. Not only because people are looking for her, but also because she may not see her parents for a long time. Thank you diary for letting me tell you many things. Until next time.

                                                                                                                     -AnnMarie

         Ugh! First day at my new school rush this morning. To make matters worse. I was late to class!

         First let me explain. My names Samantha. I just moved to Texas leaving all my friends in Louisiana. Anyway I walk in very nervous, with sweaty hands and jelly legs. I wobble in 15 minutes late, with my mom by my side. Just her standing there makes me more embarrassed. Before I spoke I wait until the teacher is done introducing me. I look around at the groups of kids at the tables. There’s a group that’s mostly girls wearing pretty clothes. Then I see normal kids I think of sitting with. Then there’s a girl sitting at a table all alone 

In the middle of my thoughts I get interrupted by the teacher. She made me say hi and choose a seat. I choose the one next to the girl all alone, even though a girl at the other table made a gesture for me to sit with her.

            The girl I sat with has black hair and black rim glasses. She looks very sweet and kind.

Her and i don’t look too different but we don’t look too similar either. I have brown hair and wearing glasses. She looks like she studies every night and will become class president. I lean over and quietly ask for her name. She finishes writing her paper before she answers,”My name is Karrie.”

she says. One of the girls from the other table walks over and looks at me sweetly but turns stern when she looks at Karrie.

              Then she says “Hello my name is Kennedy.” “Oh hi!” I reply. Kennedy has blonde hair and is wearing a pretty sundress. A few times she tries to get me to sit with her. “Karrie you know the rules!” she says meanly. Still I decline. Her attitude towards me changes and she stomps away like a little girl. Suddenly she comes back is being rude to me but I didn’t listen. She goes back to her table again and I assume they were talking about me as they were laughing and pointing.
               I ignored it and talked to Karrie more. We have a lot in common actually and I ended up having a great first day at my new school.