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Friday, March 14, 2008
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Dear Reader Letter
Oh I forgot my manners my name is Monica Morgan and I live with my foster family for about seven years. When I get older I want to become a homicide detective. I want to help people who can’t help them self. I also want to help get people on the right path. My biggest goal is I want to put the bad people away, so they can’t do any harm to other people.
I have not had an easy life especially in my writing and other school work. I hate to write and talk about me. In eleventh grade my English teacher owes made our other class mates grade our work, so I never turn in my work because I hate when people read my stuff. I also hate when my teachers would read my work out loud I felt embarrassed about my writing skills.
I have my strengths and mostly my weaknesses in writing. When I started English 97 I did not have any strong parts in my writing. I drilled in my head that I suck really badly in English, so I did not have the confidences in my writing, but now being in English 97 I have more confidents in my writing. I felt like I have become a better writer. I can actually now let people read my work without being embarrassed. I can sit down and write something without getting mad and giving up. I let my one of my old English teacher grade my paper and she was, so proud of how far I have become in my writing skills.
I’m going to share some of my work I have done in English 97 it going to included three of my major writing assignments Anna banana , my last senior game and the reverse handed-layup. It also will include one of my blog yogurt bites. I hope you will have fun reading my stuff and I won’t disappoint you.
I have not had an easy life especially in my writing and other school work. I hate to write and talk about me. In eleventh grade my English teacher owes made our other class mates grade our work, so I never turn in my work because I hate when people read my stuff. I also hate when my teachers would read my work out loud I felt embarrassed about my writing skills.
I have my strengths and mostly my weaknesses in writing. When I started English 97 I did not have any strong parts in my writing. I drilled in my head that I suck really badly in English, so I did not have the confidences in my writing, but now being in English 97 I have more confidents in my writing. I felt like I have become a better writer. I can actually now let people read my work without being embarrassed. I can sit down and write something without getting mad and giving up. I let my one of my old English teacher grade my paper and she was, so proud of how far I have become in my writing skills.
I’m going to share some of my work I have done in English 97 it going to included three of my major writing assignments Anna banana , my last senior game and the reverse handed-layup. It also will include one of my blog yogurt bites. I hope you will have fun reading my stuff and I won’t disappoint you.
Introduction to Anna banana
My first piece I decide to do is my descriptive paragraph “Anna banana.” It was the first major writing assignments. I wrote my first draft January 1. The reason I chose “Anna banana” as one of my pieces it shows how I best I describe my story by using descriptive words like sight, sound and touch. here are some examples “She smiles with baby slobber pouring out of her mouth, When she looks up at me with her big blue eyes, chubby legs, fat cheeks, short brown hair going every direction, and smile that could melt a ice berg.”I also pick this because I felt like I did a real good job for my first writhing assignments and this was the first time I care about a little kid before.
Anna Banana
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My family takes care of two Hispanic foster kids named Anna and David. Sometimes when my mom is tired I let Anna an eleventh-month old baby sleep in my room. She can be a cheerful baby. It all starts when she wakes up hitting me in the face to make sure I am awake to take her downstairs, for her morning bottle. She smiles with baby slobber pouring out of her mouth. It is gross but I do not care after looking into her big blue eyes that are happy to see me, and smile down in her carefree face. As I pick her up to take her downstairs, she puts her small head on my shoulder as if she has not seen me for months. When I put her on the floor she starts looking around to see what she can get into and then notices I have set her down. She puts up her tiny hand, and cries for me to pick her up. She has discovered how to get behind the TV and laughs at me while I am trying to pull her out. It makes me so crazy. I think it is funny when she beats up her older brother and takes away his toys, and how she is push, shakes, and chews on the baby gate as if she is trying to break out of her small jail. When she looks up at me with her big blue eyes, chubby legs, fat cheeks, short brown hair going every direction, and smile that could melt a iceberg, I cannot help but to reach down and rescue from her jail cell and then I tell my mom she can have the baby back.
Introduction to My Last Senior Game
My second piece was my second major writing assignment it is called “My last senior game” it was a descriptive narrative. I wrote my first draft around February 10. The reason behind my chose to pick this assignment was it shows how it was descriptive and also it had a story behind it. Here are some examples “. It was not good seeing the pie hit your face, it smelled as it sat out for days and it was chunky.” Some other reason I chose this was because after that day I realizes I should never trust other people.
My Last Senior Game
It was my last basketball game of the season. I will remember it. This game was different from my previous games. It was my final game of high school. There were many things that happened before that game. It was a truly eventful day.
When I woke up that day, I was sad but happy this was my last game. I was getting ready, and as I looked down to my nice clean warm-up jersey, I put it on knowing this was the last time I was going to wear it before a game. I collected all my basketball gear and shoved it in my bag, trying to get out of the house as fast of possible. When I arrived at school kids in my class where making fun of me and the team. They were asking us how bad we were going to lose. We were playing our rivalry school at Kamiak. We only lost to them about ten point last game.
I was so excited we had a pep assembly that day for all of the sports. To get us hyped up for the game. We had a contest with the varsity people. We played a game called “bump” loser had to get pied in the face in front of the entire school. It was a bummer we lost. It was not good seeing the pie hit your face, it smelled as it sat out for days and it was chunky. After the boys pied us in the face we decide to pick up chunky whip cream and put it all over the boy’s basketball team. To get them back. At the end it was every wear. We rather got in trouble but it was worth it. All the girl players ran into the locker room, discussing what just happen. I look down at my warm-up jersey that was clean at one time. My hair smelled like rotten milk!
The worse part of this was I did not have a ride home. I ended up going home with my friend Kiara who was on the team and her mom was the JV coach. It was nice of her to let me and another girl named Brittney goes home with her. We got to her house; racing to see who got the bathroom first, I lost. I gathered our entire warm up jersey, and helped Kiara put them in the washing machine. Now it was my turn to wash the smell out of my hair. They did not have the right hair products; they only had black hair product. Their conditioner was like paste, so my hair still smelled dreadful. After I was done Kiara’s mom kept bugging me to get something to eat, but she got irritated when I kept asking where everything was. She said, “You know where everything is. Why do you keep on asking me? You have been here like dozens of time.” Then it was time to go to the game. I was making fun of Kiara’s mom that her pants were wrinkle. She slapped the back of my head. We gathered our shirts up but they were not dry yet.
We went back to the school. As everyone gathered to get on the bus, people were laughing at me because my hair still smelled of rotten milk. I got to Kamiak knowing that this was my last game, and it would be the last time playing with my teammates. We have been playing basketball with each other for a couple of years, so we had a special bond. We were like a family and we did everything with each other. I was trying to stay focused on the game, but it did not work because I could still smell the pie in my hair. I rubbed some lotion in my hair to see if that would make my hair smell better, but it only made it worse.
It was varsity’s turn to play basketball. We had to meet in the locker room to get focused on the game. I was determined to win. I got on the court to do our routine warm up, thinking it was my last game. The game started. As first quarter ended I still had not gotten to play. I turned to my bench buddy Shewit, and I asked her if we’re ever going to play. Half time approach and I still had not played. This girl who was worse than me got to play, so I felt like I was being punished. After third quarter the score was pretty close. I was happy that we weren’t losing. As fourth quarter hit I turn to Shewit, and we put our warm-up jerseys on. I figure I was not going to play. There were two minutes in the game left. Then I turned to my mom and she had the look on her face like the one where she felt sorry, for me. I was so mad at the coach because it was my last game and he did not put me in. I cried at the end, I could not hold in my tears. That was the first time anybody saw me get emotional.
That is why I will remember my last game of playing basketball. That day was truly eventful. The worse thing is my coach never told me why he never played me that night. I have never talked to him again.
When I woke up that day, I was sad but happy this was my last game. I was getting ready, and as I looked down to my nice clean warm-up jersey, I put it on knowing this was the last time I was going to wear it before a game. I collected all my basketball gear and shoved it in my bag, trying to get out of the house as fast of possible. When I arrived at school kids in my class where making fun of me and the team. They were asking us how bad we were going to lose. We were playing our rivalry school at Kamiak. We only lost to them about ten point last game.
I was so excited we had a pep assembly that day for all of the sports. To get us hyped up for the game. We had a contest with the varsity people. We played a game called “bump” loser had to get pied in the face in front of the entire school. It was a bummer we lost. It was not good seeing the pie hit your face, it smelled as it sat out for days and it was chunky. After the boys pied us in the face we decide to pick up chunky whip cream and put it all over the boy’s basketball team. To get them back. At the end it was every wear. We rather got in trouble but it was worth it. All the girl players ran into the locker room, discussing what just happen. I look down at my warm-up jersey that was clean at one time. My hair smelled like rotten milk!
The worse part of this was I did not have a ride home. I ended up going home with my friend Kiara who was on the team and her mom was the JV coach. It was nice of her to let me and another girl named Brittney goes home with her. We got to her house; racing to see who got the bathroom first, I lost. I gathered our entire warm up jersey, and helped Kiara put them in the washing machine. Now it was my turn to wash the smell out of my hair. They did not have the right hair products; they only had black hair product. Their conditioner was like paste, so my hair still smelled dreadful. After I was done Kiara’s mom kept bugging me to get something to eat, but she got irritated when I kept asking where everything was. She said, “You know where everything is. Why do you keep on asking me? You have been here like dozens of time.” Then it was time to go to the game. I was making fun of Kiara’s mom that her pants were wrinkle. She slapped the back of my head. We gathered our shirts up but they were not dry yet.
We went back to the school. As everyone gathered to get on the bus, people were laughing at me because my hair still smelled of rotten milk. I got to Kamiak knowing that this was my last game, and it would be the last time playing with my teammates. We have been playing basketball with each other for a couple of years, so we had a special bond. We were like a family and we did everything with each other. I was trying to stay focused on the game, but it did not work because I could still smell the pie in my hair. I rubbed some lotion in my hair to see if that would make my hair smell better, but it only made it worse.
It was varsity’s turn to play basketball. We had to meet in the locker room to get focused on the game. I was determined to win. I got on the court to do our routine warm up, thinking it was my last game. The game started. As first quarter ended I still had not gotten to play. I turned to my bench buddy Shewit, and I asked her if we’re ever going to play. Half time approach and I still had not played. This girl who was worse than me got to play, so I felt like I was being punished. After third quarter the score was pretty close. I was happy that we weren’t losing. As fourth quarter hit I turn to Shewit, and we put our warm-up jerseys on. I figure I was not going to play. There were two minutes in the game left. Then I turned to my mom and she had the look on her face like the one where she felt sorry, for me. I was so mad at the coach because it was my last game and he did not put me in. I cried at the end, I could not hold in my tears. That was the first time anybody saw me get emotional.
That is why I will remember my last game of playing basketball. That day was truly eventful. The worse thing is my coach never told me why he never played me that night. I have never talked to him again.
Introduction to the reverse handed lay-up
My third piece was my third major writing assignments it is called “The reverse handed lay-up” it was a process essay. The reason I chose this piece because I like basketball and I could not think of anything else. Here are some examples of my process “the first step in reaching your goal to do the reverse handed lay-up is you should get a basketball and a hoop. It is also best if you get the proper clothes; t-shirt and shorts, the final step is you are trying to aim the ball for the upper left corner of the box on the backboard.” This one was kind of hard to figure out the steps for other people could understand it. My skills in this writing assignment are I took a simple subject and I made it in to a process essay.
The Reverse Handed Lay-up
Have you ever seen the pros do a reverse handed lay-up in basketball and you wish you can do it? Now you can. For the people who don’t know what a reverse handed lay-up is. It is design to make your defender believe you’re doing a regular lay-up, but you slip around the hoop to take a shot on the other side you want to do this if you can do a regular lay-up. Follow these steps and you might be able to be good as the pros.
The first step in reaching your goal to do the reverse handed lay-up is you should get a basketball and a hoop. It is also best if you get the proper clothes, t-shirt and shorts. In addition you can use a defender to help you understand how the reverse handed lay-up works. They can help by guarding you and trying to take the ball away.
The second step is as you start to dribble the ball, you should start to drive towards the hoop as if you were doing a regular right handed lay-up. It is best to drive at an angle, because it gives you a better view of the basketball hoop and your defenders.
The third step is kind of like doing a right handed lay-up which is two steps before making the basket, but you would take one extra dribble. You would then cut underneath the hoop to get away from your defenders.
The forth step is you pick up the ball and take two more steps underneath the hoop. At this time, you are jumping off your right foot. Then you are doing a hook shot (which is also known as the J and the sweeping hook.) The hook shot is done with one-handed. You throw the ball above your head with the left hand at the hoop; it’s like a hooking motion.
The final step is you are trying to aim the ball for the upper left corner of the box on the backboard. The purpose of using a backboard is to help you hit more spots on the backboard. Hopefully you make it.
Now that you know the reverse handed lay-up, you can go and practice these steps. When you feel you know the steps, you can go and show of your new move just to all of your friends. Soon you will be shooting like a Pro.
The first step in reaching your goal to do the reverse handed lay-up is you should get a basketball and a hoop. It is also best if you get the proper clothes, t-shirt and shorts. In addition you can use a defender to help you understand how the reverse handed lay-up works. They can help by guarding you and trying to take the ball away.
The second step is as you start to dribble the ball, you should start to drive towards the hoop as if you were doing a regular right handed lay-up. It is best to drive at an angle, because it gives you a better view of the basketball hoop and your defenders.
The third step is kind of like doing a right handed lay-up which is two steps before making the basket, but you would take one extra dribble. You would then cut underneath the hoop to get away from your defenders.
The forth step is you pick up the ball and take two more steps underneath the hoop. At this time, you are jumping off your right foot. Then you are doing a hook shot (which is also known as the J and the sweeping hook.) The hook shot is done with one-handed. You throw the ball above your head with the left hand at the hoop; it’s like a hooking motion.
The final step is you are trying to aim the ball for the upper left corner of the box on the backboard. The purpose of using a backboard is to help you hit more spots on the backboard. Hopefully you make it.
Now that you know the reverse handed lay-up, you can go and practice these steps. When you feel you know the steps, you can go and show of your new move just to all of your friends. Soon you will be shooting like a Pro.
Introduction to yogurt bites
My forth piece is one my blog it is title yogurt bits I did this assignment February 27. The reason I chose this piece because it is funny and I want to show that I could have a good time here are some example “I was eating yogurt bites the other day. My sister was bending down so I put a yogurt bite in her in underwear.” My strength in this blog is I added dialog and I really did not know what it was now I do.
Yogurt bites
I was eating yogurt bites the other day. My sister was bending down so I put a yogurt bite in her in underwear.
My sister said “it went Down my pants"
My sister tries to give me the yogurt bite and I said “we should give to kailah”
So we took an empty wrapper and we put the yogurt bit in it then I gave my sister a couple more to put in the wrapper then my sister decided put them in her pants. My sister gave the yogurt bites to her and she does not know that it was in my sister pants. We laugh, so hard it was mean but it was funny. If she ever finds out she going to be so mad at us.
My sister said “it went Down my pants"
My sister tries to give me the yogurt bite and I said “we should give to kailah”
So we took an empty wrapper and we put the yogurt bit in it then I gave my sister a couple more to put in the wrapper then my sister decided put them in her pants. My sister gave the yogurt bites to her and she does not know that it was in my sister pants. We laugh, so hard it was mean but it was funny. If she ever finds out she going to be so mad at us.
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