Travel Journal: Log 2 In wich I explain why my back is sore 22-30

Thursday: My granny (Abuela Maggie) took me to an aunts house for their dogs birthday party, Bonita. Well Bonita's birthday was really an excuse for them to hang out so I went to play with my Tia Carla. She is very sweet an d we played alot, we played Uno  watched Tron (again), Toy Story 2 (again), and played war. It was reallly really fun and incase anyone cares I am still sick. :C

Friday: HUZZAH! It's chrismas right? NO! but I still opened presents. I alwyas open three or four a day before christmas :). WEll around six something I went to my Tia Consuelo's house to a party and I was still kinda sick but my sister got even sicker so she had all of her defenses down leaving me with my too cousins Jan (five years old) and Cesar (2 years old). I played with them the whole night just running around and playing tag. You know, normal running games... It was really fun and they are so adorable *squeak*

Saturday-Monday: Well I opened the rest of my presents so I played video games most of the day. The parade thing was across the street from where I live so my mom invited Cesar, Jan, and many aunts and uncles to see it and all that family quality time. I did the same thing I did before play hide-&-seek, Tag, Sardine, Dominoes, Doodled, etc. And they were so adorable. But at one point I asked both of them for a hug and they fought each other to give me the hug (awww) so they ran up to me to give me the hug and I fell back into the floor and hit my head giving a chain reaction to my back wich is now sore.

Tuesday-Friday: Nothing just playing video games and listening to music although my mom has been blasting ABBA to wake us up in the morning I've been waking up at seven or ten a.m. so I practically have nothing to do in the mornings. Plus my mom is making me go shopping wich I really don't like.

Travel Journal: Day 1 In wich I resume what I've done for six day

Thursday- Friday:    Since Thursday the 15 I've been feeling down-ish,  My head hurt terribly and by then end of  the day I had ended as box of Kleenex.  My mom picked me up early because in the morning I had stated that I really wasn't feeling too good. In result I had a fever and therefore I couldn't go to school on Friday. I stayed in bed for most of the day and occasionally played Wii until my head hurt again and I fell asleep. When I woke up again to try and post a travel log their was no internet connection.

Saturday- Tuesday: I still have my fever but it lowered down a bit. My mom decided to take me and my sister out to the movies and see Puss in Boots (SOOOO CUTTEE *squeak*).  Also J.J. if you are reading this I saw you there, I was the one hollowing awww and daww all the way throughout the movie. Well before that I got hurt with the door in front of the closet. I don't mean the closet door, it's just that one door is too close too the other. Well the point is that my sister pushed the door while I had my foot there and the friggin' door scraped me about four fingers above the ankle and it still hurts. On Monday I got a haircut, finally. SO it is basically the same length with the same bangs from the ears to my face and from the back of my head to the other side of my ears it  degrades the length. I really don't know what is the name of the but or anything because I basically don't care much for the names. :) Also I still have my foot injury wich hurts like crazy because it still is on the second skin layer and starting to form the top layer.

Wednesday: Internet returned today. HUZZAH!! Nobody really says huzzah anymore it's kinda sad... I liked huzzah. Well today I stayed home with my fever, it is almost gone by now but I'm still coughing like crazy. I fell asleep twice today, once in the morning and then in the afternoon. The first layer of skin is completely finished so I can wear closed shoes again... Wait I didn't even wear shoes indoors I stay with socks every time and then rinse my feet for five minutes, yeah I really don't like to get my feet dirty. Finally I am nearly done with The Secret Life of Bees. Yeah that pretty much fills it all in. 

Happy December related Holidays everyone.

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Wordly Wise Wednesday Short Story: The Island with a Room and Children

It wasn’t too far from Wednesday when we embarked on the voyage on Saturday or Sunday of the week before. Who would think that what we found on that Wednesday would haunt our minds so vividly that Johann can depict the occurrence. The conscientious planning of the Island Children and their many tries of mutiny against Lorress had finally taken a leap and let the revolution begin.

We describe the island as a remote piece of land owned by nobody yet still by something full of audacious children escaping for their lives. Three of those children, the Island Children, are with us in the cruise: Johann, Jones, and Lyra. All of the others could escape easily without leaving inkling to Lorress about their whereabouts or even the fact that they’d escaped. All of those children who were confiscated of the freedom they had were now running around with the freedom that was once stripped of them. To think that we’d be helping some kids from an island when we had started the trip as a serene cruise back to Spain.

I must give Lorress credit he let the Island Children grow in profusion as if they were flowers and just every couple of years he would pilfer three or four kids to go in the room. According to Lyra entering or leaving the room leaves some of the children lackadaisical and every kid around that one child would too. No Island Children came unchanged from the room according to Lyra, those who came back from there would easily cause rankles to the others. We saved Jones a day before he entered the room. If they wouldn’t revolt who knew who else would of entered the room.

One week has already passed since that Wednesday and we are four days away from Spain. Although it is futile to rebuke Lorress everyone except the Island Children does so. The poor children who’d entered the room would never be the same and neither would be the ones that knew them. Johann talks about Tim three times a day. Tim was his closest friend but one day he entered the room. Nobody speaks or describes the room but all everyone, including us, knew is that one comes out changed.  For Johann Tim is like a little brother, he’d protect the little kid with all he could but no matter how prudent one is no one can avoid Lorress taking someone to the room. It is funny though how Lorress was a computer, a super computer. He didn’t have an android version of himself or a robot or a giant mechanic claw nor human goons. He simply had nothing and it still took eleven years of Island Children starting to plan a revolution to overthrow him. When Tim came back from the room Johann’s world crumbled, Tim had grown irascible and easily scared. His hair had darkened and his eyes no longer shimmered and danced. He rarely laughed, harshly smiled and his friendship with Johann was ruined. Nobody could help anyone who entered the room because nobody knew what happened in the room. Even those who’d never entered didn’t even dare to say a word.

Their escape plan wasn’t that simple either. No one could act in a slovenly manner because precision and diligence had to be acted by everyone if they wanted to get off that island. The only problem in the plan was that one Island Child had to enter the room. None of the children present in the cruise know who he was or is but he will be remember as the hero of the revolution. That Wednesday is the day the Island Children escaped and we found them drifting in the water currents 25 miles away from the Island. Nobody wants to speak about the Island, not them or us.  The nameless island ruled by something not someone with the Island Children in it. 

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Fishing

I love and hate fishing. Mom throwing the net, Titi scaling the fish, Ana and Andrea throwing the line far out into the water. Me, I'm throwing the line too or annoying the crabs. Pinch. They go at my silverware. Pinch, pinch. Little did they know that they were going to be part of the circle of life.

I still remember being little and carrying the yellow bucked full of fish with Titi. 15 fishes and 11 crabs i counted. It was a tad heavy for me so practically waddled all the way to the car. The bucket is half full or half empty, I never really got that. I only care if there is water in it or if I can get a refill. Hello? Waiter why are you on Mars every time I need water?

"Get in the car!" She screams," GET IN THE CAR!" We all take off running.

"They're here," I scream. Mosquitoes. Annoying hell created female bloodsuckers. They suck your skin with no mercy leaving itches and red blotches. Yes, they are here, those miserable hell creatures.

"Ow, ow, ow!" we all scream in reasoning. I started to count them, I always do.

"Seven new ones." I say. That is really the only thing I hate about fishing, the mosquitoes. Yet I still love fishing, it's a wonderful experience full of fun and annoying the crabs. I can't really say much because I normally catch three or four but this time I caught only three, I just like the fact that we are together. Ana caught five and Andrea two.
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Cather in the Rye

Should Cather in the Rye be banned?

            The book Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger should be taught everywhere and taken off the banned list. It teaches and gives examples of coming of age issues.  It also teaches basic morals wich are useful in any time period. Cather in the Rye although full of profanity is nothing compared to how common these words have become today. There are many reasons to why it shouldn’t be banned.

            This book should be taught because of the strong connection Holden has with his inner child, like kids today. By placing an adults actions on the point of view of a man that thinks like a child the reader can understand what is wrong and what is right in a simple way. From Holden’s point of view one also notices that sometimes Holden makes false assumptions that the reader notes to be wrong and learns the moral. “I can even get to hate somebody. Just by looking at them, if they have cheap suitcases with them.” (141). Here one knows Holden is “judging a book by its cover” so we know that he is judgmental. Yet later on Holden gets to know the possessors of the suitcases, two affable nuns.

            The book should no longer be banned because the basic morals it can teach anyone. Like every book has a moral Cather in the Rye is filled with them and daily life lessons in each chapter. Treat others like you would like to be treated is teacher in every chapter as Holden misjudges his friends and acts in a manner that isn’t normal. His friends notice this and find him annoying but as Holden starts to realize he tries to go for a change in his actions.

           One may think that a book about a kid expelled from school that falls victim of drunkenness, prostitution, and delinquency has nothing good to teach. It does, like many kids now days could use it as an example to be careful for the path they choose. They can use Holden’s experience from getting expelled as a reason to study more. Holden started getting all woozy and picking up fights because he is drunk or trying to act drunk can be used to teach kids not to drink. The delinquency too can be used to teach kids what could happen if they started to steal.

           In conclusion Catcher in the Rye shouldn’t be banned because it has great things to teach. I believe that not only Catcher in the Rye but all books shouldn’t be banned because everything can teach us and everyone has their opinion so just because one person doesn’t like it they shouldn’t take the privilege of reading it for everyone.

Mother's Day

Dear Mommy,        

The online magazine, Smith asked their readers to describe their life in six words. The result was worldwide as many famous and not so famous people started to create more. The Smith magazine ended up publishing book titled, Not Quiet What I was Planning. It became such as marvelous idea that some people were simply writing them everywhere from bathroom mirrors to street art. One had to describe one’s own life in a concise matter, six words not one more or one less. Therefore Mrs. Meadows asked us to create some of our own.

Thus, my mind was full of words that were all trying to come together to form the perfect sentence to describe you. I came up with tons, but once they came out to more than six words. Until I finally picked the perfect one. You are always showing me new things to learn from and always with that sweetness of yours. Plus you are beautiful and let nobody say anything else.

Sincerely,

Ximena Vasquez Perez