Nathan's Blog

This is my essay on my middle school memories. I have good and bad memories. So I am just going to tell you about the good memories. So come and read this essay.

The first memory that I am going to tell you about is my first year here which was sixth grade. My first year here I was very nervous because I did not know what to expect. After the first couple of months it became very easy.

Another memory that I am going to tell you about is my first time going to dorney park. I went to dorney park with my school because I passed the fitness gram test in gym class. It was very fun their they have a water park and an amusement park all in one. I have been their in every grade so far.

The last memory that I am going to tell you about is my last year at mariner middle. On my last year here I am ready to leave and go to high school. My last year here at mariner has been my best year and my easiest year.

These are my middle school memories that I wanted to tell you about. I hope you liked it.

My accomplishment for middle school was to be on the Be the Change Team. I think this was one of my biggest accomplishments in middle school.

Being on the Be the Change Team is an accomplishment for me. It is an accomplishment for me because not everyone gets to be on it. I also felt accomplished when I would listen to people’s problems because even if I can’t help them I can listen to them. Another way it is an accomplishment for me is that I did my best to help people.

This accomplishment changed my thinking. It changed my thinking because now I think that I have actually made some people feel better.

The Be the Change Team changed my life. It changed my life because now I like to help people. Also it makes me feel good to help people.

That is why the Be the Change Team is my accomplishment for middle school.

The World War II memorial has two entrances. The two entrances are two arches. The two arches are a symbol of both sides of the war. The atlantic and the pacific. The atlantic is for Germany. The pacific is for Japan.

Football fugitive

By matt christopher

At first the book Football Fugitive is about a boy named Larry Shope who plays football for the team the Digits. He admires a player from the Green bay Packers named Yancey Foote. He writes to Yancey a lot then Yancey stopped writing back. So Larry just goes on with his life. When Larry is at his first football game he sees an unusual looking man watching him.

 Then Larry starts seeing him at his practices and games. Larry thinks that it is Yancey Foote so then after one game he follows the man home but then the man notices him and confronts him so Larry goes home. Larry tries to find the man again and he does. He finds out that it is Yancey Foote. Larry talks to him and finds out that he is there because Larry’s dad is a lawyer and he got into some trouble. Larry tells Yancey that his dad won’t defend him but then he does.

I think that this book is very good it makes it seem like you are right there in all of it. I think that this book was great. I would recommend this book to anyone who likes football. Also anyone that likes excitement.

If i can’t do
what i want to do
then my job is to not
do what i don’t want
to do
It’s not the same thing
but it’s the best i can
do
If i can’t have
what i want . . . then
my job is to want
what i’ve got
and be satisfied
that at least there
is something more to want
Since i can’t go
where i need
to go . . . then i must . . . go
where the signs point
through always understanding
parallel movement
isn’t lateral
When i can’t express
what i really feel
i practice feeling
what i can express
and none of it is equal
I know
but that’s why mankind
alone among the animals
learns to cry

Reflection

She is saying that sometimes you have to do what you are told. But sometimes when it comes to certain things you can do what you want within reason.

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice—
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do—
determined to save
the only life you could save.

Reflection

She is talking about ghosts.

Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.

Not one of all the purple Host
Who took the Flag today
Can tell the definition
So clear of Victory

As he defeated dying
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear.

Reflection

It means that with great success horrible defeat can come.

I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.

Reflection

It is talking about her dying.

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love’s light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

Reflection

She talks about what she thinks love is. Also what she thinks love is related to.