Lost Boys (and Girls) of Sudan

During the civil war in Sudan, many Sudanese boys and girls fled the country. The had two options, either stay and die or leave and possibly survive. They walked miles and miles, and then finally reached Ethiopia. The boys had good shelter for a while, but when the civil war reached Ethiopia, they had to flee. The traveled back into Sudan, and then down to Kenya. All the boys and girls that had survived, received shelter in Kenya. Some boys traveled to Brussels and another group traveled to the United States of America. We made a map that showed how many boys travelled to each star of the USA. Texas Has 265 lost boys

Ranthambore Reflections

This past week went on our first overnight trip without our parents. Ranthambore! It was a great week full of excitement and a little bit of nervousness. I fell like this trip has been an amazing learning experience.

On Febuary 8, we made a painting that explained how we felt( below). I was very excited, but also a little nervous. It was sort of like a jumble of emotions. The different shades of blue are the mixed emotions, but the orange is the nervousness that really stands out. 

 On Monday, this week, we made a painting on how we felt we had changed or grown over the trip. In my painting, there are tons of colours and a streak of black. The black is how independent I have become.  


El Dia de los Muertos

     The day of the dead is a holiday that is celebrated by Mexicans. It is not Mexican Halloween and is celebrated over 3 days. 

The first day is a day of preparations. People make altars in their houses for their dead relatives. The altars have pictures of the dead, fruits, sugar skulls, cut tissue paper, spicy chocolate sauce, and funny skeletons. There are also bowls of salt, (to scare away evil spirits) water, and spoil symbolizing their journeys over land and oceans. There are lots of orange and yellow flowers. 

The second day is the day of the dead children and the third is the day of all dead people. Mexicans spend the whole night in the cometary celebrating. They play music and dance. The Mexicans consider this a time of laughter not a time to feel sad for their loved ones. 

      En el altar hay frutas. Hay calaveras de azúcar. Hay cuencos de sal, agua, y tierra. Hay una foto de un difunto. Hay chiles. Hay cempasúchiles. Hay flores amarillas y anaranjadas. Hay calacas graciosas. Hay papel picado. Hay rostros pintados.  

Fantasy Sneak Peak

Deep in the trees, in the Forest of Oceana, Sylvia glided back home. After a long day, she was very tired. Crunch, crunch the leaves screeched as she walked on them. Hoot, hoot went the owls glaring at her from the treetops. That was her cue to rush home. Sylvia dashed through the woods; her feet barely touched the ground. When she reached the Red Brick Road, Sylvia stopped and fixed her hair and dress. Then she walked home as if this, was what she had been doing all along.       
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Now I am your mother’s true sister,” the woman replied happily. Sylvia was puzzled.”When I was a child, I was put a curse for stealing a doll from a supermarket. By a witch. It was for my own good but still no one likes to have a curse on them,” just the thought of it made a chill spread through Sylvia’s spine.”That witch died 2 years after she put the curse on me. But she wanted to live a longer life. So she grabbed her soul and went inside of me. By defeating me you have killed her soul once and for all. You have also freed me from my curse of being a short tempered ugly women. How can I ever thank you.” She ended. 
    I chose these 2 paragraphs because the first has a lot of great words that give the reader a lot of background information. For example instead of saying that Sylvia ran home, I wrote that Sylvia dashed home. It helps me when I am reading and I bet it helps you too. The second paragraph is a part of one of the best dialogue scenes I have written. I am very proud of myself because I find it very hard to keep on adding quotation marks. I hope you like this excerpt and want to read my story.

Reflection on writing

This post is about how I have grown as a writer. The first thing I notice is that my articles were much shorter than they are now. The next thing I notice is that I now use much richer language. For example instead of said I could also write whispered or shouted. My last example is that now I know how to add and takeaway details. I also know where to keep working on.