Sophomore Paragraph

To me, being a sophomore is a little lame. You're in the middle of High school and you are the one who does not get that much attention at all. Freshmen, juniors, and seniors get the most attention. To me, it also means we are one step closer to being juniors and I cannot wait for that time. I am tired of being a sophomore.

Similes + Metaphors + Personification = Figurative Language

Metaphors:
1. Love is a fluid container, it can overflow.
2. Hate is a cold ice on my heart.
3. Life is a stained-glass window filled with color.
4. Friendship is the pot of gold at the end of every rainbow.

Similes:
1. Community meeting is like a thunder storm that never ends.
2. Passes are like being in Hawaii.
3. The gym is like my housemates voices.
4. My house is like a nice sunny day.

Personification:
1. The moon flew into my window.
2. The flower smiled into the sun.
3. The phone was jailed and sentenced for months.
4. The car flew across the race track.

SPA Poem

You would think we would have love between us all
But how could there be when there are no trust?
It’s not realize that opportunities was knocking at our door
they won’t get a job but just do chores
even before it was the one, mostly ignored

We have exits and entrances
take the chances
do not just take glances

Her life passed her by
and you know she didn’t even try?
Time will creep up on you
and don’t you boo,
because you did not make it through

Simile Poster

Free Choice Blog Post

I've been going to Softball conditioning since the first day it had started, and I only had missed one. I am super super excited for this upcoming Softball tryout. I cannot wait for the season to start. I been practicing a lot lately and last year I remember, I could not hit any balls at all. But this year, is going to change. I can now hit out very far into the outfield! Lately on weekends I go to the Softball field by myself and look at every detail of everything around me. The trees near the Softball field has something mysterious to it, it makes me stare for what it seems to be hours. Chucking the ball into the fence when I am angry helps me a lot. I get very irritated when someone comes onto the Softball field when I want to be alone. Softball became my true love, it was like love at first play. I am going to prove people this year that I can hit more home runs than just one from last year. I love the sound of when the ball hits my bat. It just goes *PING*! and there goes a smile on my face. :)

"Grape Sherbet" Blog post 2011

In the poem “Grape Sherbet”, they tell a story about a time they remembered. Reminiscing on a love one in the past who has deceased. They are celebrating a time where they were making grape sherbet and the girls father was cooking. Her father is the one who had past away. I can relate to this poem a lot because there was a time where my family and I were celebrating and a song came on that he used to sing all the time and also his favorite food was being served. The phrases that help me imagine this poem is when it says “After the grill dad appears with his masterpiece. We cheer.” This shows the celebration and happiness of the day. Imagery helps the reader to imagine the event and it helps the reader relate.

Favortite Food Brainstorm for "Grape Sherbert".