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Why make a wish when you can make a goal? The only difference is with a goal you need a plan.

In a “regular” social studies class

• have tons of test and quizzes on weired subjects like “The Geography of Azerbaijan”
• have to write pointless essays on pointless subjects like “The Tribes of the Andes Mountains”
• have tons of homework and even more bookwork

In my social studies class

• no test or quizzes
• no essays instead we have to write blog post and make presentations
• barely any bookwork work
• only homework we have is blogs post and to work on presentations
• we learn how to prepare for the future

There Is A LOT!! of things that you can do to be nice or kind hear are some ways.

• talk to someone you wouldn’t talk to
• hold the door open
• use Manners
• help someone out
• make a cd of your favorite songs and give it to your friend
• complement someone
• donate old clothes
• donate blood
• donate old toys and books
• donate food
• volunteer in a nursing home
• volunteer at a soup kitchen
• shovel you neighbors driveway
• rake you neighbors leafs
• send a care package to a soldier
• put quarters in an expired parking meter
• say thank you

I’ve been tagged by Ryan I have to write a post on if i was the last person on earth. If I was the last person on earth I would probably get really bored. Um… but if I really was the last human on earth I would probably live everybody’s life for them. I would do this so I don’t get bored with myself.

Ok it’s your turn…..write a post on what you would do if you were the last person on earth

Priscila

Chaeyoon

trever

herky

sam

At the end of my street there is a forest. In the forest there is a stream. In the stream there was a tree growing. The tree is short but really sturdy. It had a lot of branches and it was really easy to climb.  The stream was really shallow so it would dry up a lot; especially in the late spring and most of the summer.  When the stream would dry up and I would climb it.  When Iwas in the tree I dreamed that there were fairies flying around.  One day I even made a house for them out of sticks and leaves. When back to the tree, but it was all gone. I searched everywhere for the tree. I couldn’t find it. I cried when I found out that it got knock down. That was my place to dream. My place to believe that there were fairies. My dreams were crushed I no longer believed in faires. About a month later I went back to the stream were the tree was and on the stump of the tree was my house that I made for the fairies.

I added a widget to my blog; it is all the books that I want to read.  If you have an opinion ( if you read it or heard about it) on the books can you comment and tell me your opinion. Please don’t ruin the book for me.

Thank You,

Katie