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Gorge (Terrarium)

January
26

I created a small little terrarium named ‘Gorge’, there is no reason behind this name. for this project, I use a prototype body of our rover in the project Space Race and created a small terrarium out of it. The materials I used were rocks, sand, small succulents, dirt, hot glue, and the body of a prototype rover. I put some black rocks on the outside of my terrarium to cover up the imperfections I accidentally made during the Space Race project. One thing that I think was a success is how I reused plastic from another project to make something that could inspire people to do the same. A failure that I think I had was that if you look inside the casing of the terrarium you could see the glue marks from the stones I put outside. I think I grew in innovation by using something that would be discarded to something that could be used for a long time. I also learned from this project that you could create something that you might not need, into something that could inspire people to do the same.

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How did i do? Did i improve?

November
26

From the first day of the swimming unit, I had one goal and ms. Hamada told us to make that one goal with a SMART goal(Specific, Measurable, Achievable, Realistic, Timely). I wanted to improve mostly in my 50 free and 100 free by 2 seconds before the unit ends. So ask my couches, ” What am I doing wrong with my technique?” They told me that I am supposed to pull the water behind me, not slapping the water. We practiced and practiced for a few classes, and then I went to a swim meet and improved in 50 free by 3 seconds! After that, I kept on consistently getting around 31-35 seconds, but I have not tested how my 100free did. I think I achieved my SMART goal. Also, thanks to my couches they saw that when I was kicking they noticed I was bending my legs, and they told me not to. I think I did well in this swimming unit.For water polo, I think I did ok with defending our goal and being the goalkeeper but on offense, I work well with Koen attacking the other goal. overall I think I did well in this swimming unit.

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Ignite Express It

March
7

This week we decided to take on the challenge of experimenting between males and females. For our experiment, we have been seeing which of the two get more scared or startled, to do so we have been popping balloons behind their back when they least expect it. Our hypothesis was that females get more scared than males, but the data we collected may tell us otherwise.

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Say No to Child Labor

December
15

 

“Go! Go! Go!” I screamed in my head. Tears filled my eyes and blurred my sight. Then I heard a rustle in a bush. I stopped…

 

Earlier that dusty hot year at the cocoa farm in Ivory Coast, I remember seeing gigantic green trees. I could smell the piles of Cocoa lying on the ground and I could hear the birds chirping under the sound of the manager yelling at this kid. After the manager stopped yelling I saw tears dribbling down this kid’s cheeks.

I called out to him said, “Are you Kyle? Are you ok?” He stopped working and gazed around and found me walking towards him. I had pitch-black hair and wore a ripped t-shirt. That’s all I had.

He asked me, “What’s your name, and how old are you?”

I answered, “My name is Abiove, I am 11 years old.”

“Hi Abiove,” said Kyle.

Kyle wiped away his tears and he asked me, “Why did you come here? There’s nothing fun here. It’s a disaster.”

I responded and said, “My mom and dad do not have jobs and I have to work to earn money for the family. Don’t worry Kyle, its not that bad. We just need to get Cocoa and never give up trying to support our families.”

He brought me around the gigantic cocoa farm and showed me how to get cocoa. I thought in my head, this is going to be fun! After 5 days there was nothing… NOTHING fun. I only earned twenty-five dollars in five days, five days!

Ten days later there was a scream.

I looked around and found Kyle running away from someone with a machete! I was starting to panic. My heart pumped so fast that the kid right next to me could feel it. I ran for my life. I hid in a bush for hours and hours and hours. While I sat in the bush I could see the sun setting. I finally came out and ran back home. My mom said, “Go back to the cocoa farm.” The next day I did not see Kyle and some other Kids. I was scared and nervous. I felt like I was the next one to die.

 

I was aware of my surroundings.

A few days later I was starving, sick, and hurt because I did not have lots of money for food. One day I decided to run away during lunch break. I ate as fast as a praying mantis eating a fresh leaf. I had to avoid the guards and hide from the manger.

 

Then I darted off when nobody was looking.

 

I got caught during my escape because I tripped on a root. I also cracked a stick. I was sent back to the Cocoa farm. I got paid less. Like about two dollars a day.

The next five days, there I heard everyday crack. Crack. Crack. Someone broke open a cocoa. But after that there was a big CRACK! I thought someone hit a cocoa as loud as a gunshot. But this time it was a real gunshot. I saw a kid lying on the ground blood dribbling down his neck shouting, “Leave everyone. Go!”

I felt sad leaving the kid stranded on the deserted ground. “What should I do?” I asked out loud, “ Why does this always happen?” Kyle was right…. This is torture!!!

 

I ran for my life again, but this time I had a choice. Either run away and never come back or I could stay here and keep on working to support my family on the cocoa farm. I said, “ I will come back home after this madness.” I started to run and run and run. While I ran I thought will I survive or will I die? I hope I survive. Then I slowed down. I heard a rustle in a bush. “Is anyone there?” I asked. I walked away slowly but the bush followed me. It seemed like there was something in the bush. I was so scared that I was imagining things. My body was shaking, I was breathing heavily, and my heart was racing. I thought it was over for me.

Then I ran into the bush and hid underneath the trees. I knew that it wasn’t the best place to hide but I had no other choice I had to get away from the camp. In the bushes for what seemed like years and the only thing that convinced me to leave my hiding spot was the pain of hunger that I felt in my stomach. The hunger felt like fists punching my stomach I was thin as a bottle. My hopes had all dried up. No money, no food, no nurse, no hope and no chance for this desperate and miserable child.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then he ran to the bush he hid in last time. That was the best place to hide. Days after days after days he finally came out of the bush as thin as bottle. He found a full juicy apple on the ground and ate it. After that he walked back home. He laid on the ground sick. No money, No food, and No nurse.

 

But after 10 days he healed. He started a group called Say No to Child Labor He Invited lot of people mostly kids.

Will Abiove stop child labor or will he fail his challenge?

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The Evil Escalator

November
12

“OUCH!” I said while I tripped on something moving. I felt a pain in my leg while I only saw darkness. Finally, I came to a stop and opened my eyes and found pairs of eyes everywhere gazing at me.

Earlier that night, my mom drove my bigger brother Calvin with black hair as dark as the night sky, Rachel my cousin with black long hair as black as Calvin’s hair with glasses, and me to a mall call Freehold Mall. We go there often without Rachel. My mom wanted to buy some clothes at night because there aren’t lots of people. At dark most of the shops are closed but some weren’t. We went to a shop with one pair of escalators. Do you know what kids do with escalators? They play on it! My brother played on the dangerous, sharp, and tall escalators. He ran up the escalators and in a few seconds he disappeared into the crowd of shirts and pants.

After an hour my mom called out, “Calvin!” There was no reply.

My mom asked me, “Can you help me find Calvin?”

I replied, “Sure.” So I walk up the escalators and found Calvin.

I told him, “Mom needs you now.”

He replied with, “If you catch me I’ll go to her.” So he ran down the escalators to floor number one. I ran down too but while I went down I found him on the other escalator making faces and laughing like a joker. He also said, “You can’t catch me. HA HA HA!!”

This happened over and over and over again until a CRASH!! I hit the edge of something sharp. It felt like a cheetah’s teeth digging in to my legs. I was thunder struck. There was silence for a few seconds then I heard whispers from everywhere saying, “Who is he? What happened? What should we do?” Then I heard crying from somewhere close. Really close! In my head I thought, “who’s crying?” After a few moments I realized it was me. I was sobbing on the escalator with pain in my leg I couldn’t move like a crying statue. I got to the second floor and waited and waited and waited. My vision came back and I saw fresh smelly blood oozing down my leg and a girl approaching me…the girl had black hair, black as the night sky and she also had glasses. I remember seeing this hair and those glasses. “Rachel!” I said out loud. She found me sitting down right next to the escalator with blood dribbling down my leg, filling my crocs. I tried to stand up but I fell back down like a baby’s first few steps. Rachel helped me back up.

She asked me, “What happened? What did you do?”

I answered with, “I tripped on the escalator.”

She asked me again, “Are you ok?”

I replied with, “Yes.”

She was acting like my mom for a few minutes.

We got to my “real” mom more than ten minutes. We found my brother on the way he did not know what happened so he followed us. My mom was disappointed that I got hurt on the escalator. She also got disappointed because I was running up and down it. She told me, “This is not the playground. Play where you’re supposed to play not here.”

We went back to my cousin’s house empty-handed. When we got to my moms car I fell on the seat and fainted. My brother woke me up with a little shove. It took me about 1 minute to get off the car and 5 minutes to walk in to the house (witch was only ten meters away). Right when I got in to the house I took a shower. I cried while the liquid touched my legs. It felt many bees stinging my leg. The water was bloodshot red. While I was taking a shower Calvin and Rachel drew on my ban-aids to make me fill better. It did help but not fully.

The next day I had summer camp so I told my counselor, “Today I can’t swim cause I tripped on a escalator last night.“ He replied saying, “What happened? How can you walk” I sat on the bleachers watching my friends swim. While they were in the water they made me think about last night what happen in the bathtub and what my mom said, “This is not the playground. Play where you’re supposed to play.”

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The Evil Escalator

October
26

“OUCH!” I said while I tripped on something moving. I felt a pain in my leg while I only saw darkness. Finally I came to a stop and open my eyes and found two pairs of eyes everywhere gazing at me.

Earlier that night my mom drove my bigger brother Calvin with black hair as dark as the night sky, Rachel with black long hair as black as Calvin’s hair with glasses, and I to a mall call “Freehold” mall. We go there often without Rachel. My mom wanted to buy some clothes at night because there aren’t lots of people. At dark most of the shops are closed but some weren’t. We went to a shop with one pair of escalators. Do you know what kids do with escalators? They play on it! My brother played on the dangerous sharp and tall escalators. He ran up the escalators and in a few seconds he disappeared into the crowd of shirts and pants.

After an hour my mom called out “Calvin!” There was no reply.

My mom asked me, “Can you help me find Calvin.”

I replied with, “Sure.” So I walk up the escalators and found Calvin.

I told him, “Mom needs you now.”

He replied with, “If you catch me I’ll go to her.” So he ran down the escalators to floor number 1. I ran down too but while I went down I found him on the other escalator making faces and laughing like a joker he also said, “You can’t catch me. HA HA HA!!”

This happened over and over and over again until a CRASH!! I hit the edge of something sharp. It felt like a cheetah’s teeth digging in to my legs. I was thunder shocked. There was silence for a few seconds then I heard whispers from everywhere saying, “Who is he? What happened? What should we do?” Then I heard crying from somewhere close. Really close! In my head I thought, “who’s crying?” After a few moments I realized it was me. I was sobbing on the escalator with pain in my leg I couldn’t move like a statue crying. I got to the second floor and waited and waited and waited. My vision came back and I saw fresh smelly blood oozing down my leg and a girl approaching me…the girl has black hair black as the night sky and she also has glasses. I remember seeing this hair and those glasses. “RACHEL!” I said out loud. She found me sitting down right next to the escalator with blood dribbling down my leg filling my crocs. I tried to stand up but I fell back down. Rachel helped me back up.

She asked me, “What happened? What did you do?”

I answered with, “I tripped on the escalator.”

She asked me again, “Are you ok?

I replied with, “Yes.”

She was acting like my mom for a few minutes.

We got to my mom more than 10 minutes. We found my brother on the way he did not know what happened so he followed us. My mom was disappointed that I got hurt on the escalator. She also got disappointed because I was running up and down the escalator. She told me, “This is not the playground. Play where you’re supposed to play not here.”

We went back to my cousin’s house empty-handed. When we got to my moms car I fell on the seat and fainted. My brother woke me up with a little shove. It took me about 1 minute to get off the car and 5 minutes to walk in to the house (10 meters). Right when I got in to the house I took a shower. I cried while the liquid touched my legs. It felt many bees stinging my leg. The water was bloodshot red. While I was taking a shower Calvin and Rachel drew on my ban-aids to make me fill better. It did help but not fully.

The next day I had summer camp so I told my counselor, “Today I can’t swim cause I tripped on a escalator last night. “He replied saying, “Ok.” I sat on the bleachers watching my friends swim. While they were in the water they made me think about last night what happen in the bathtub and what my mom said, “This is not the playground. Play where you’re supposed to play.”

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Water Crisis?

October
14

Imagine you finished playing a sport and you are thirsty. Would you drink contaminated water or die of dehydration? Our world has a water crisis because some places have no clean water to drink. They have to go out in the wild and fetch water.

Firstly, many Sudanese people only have contaminated water. “Many people get water from hand dug wells and ponds” according to the Water for South Sudan’s video “Just Add Water.” This proves that we do have a water crisis because the water is not clean and safe to drink.

Secondly, we do have a water crisis because contaminated water can kill people. “The water they get is contaminated and can cause death, diarrhea and dehydration” stated by charitywater.org. This demonstrates that our world has a water crisis because water can make people sick.

Finally, our world has a water crisis because girls get water instead of getting educated. Girls get water more than getting an education, learn how to write, make a family and go to the school observed by charitywater.org. This means that girls will never become doctors or teachers, will never be able to make money for their families and will have less time with their families.

Therefore our world has a water crisis because there is very little safe water to drink, some water can make people sick and girls in Africa can’t get education because they are getting water 2 times a day. “Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world”-Nelson Mandela

Only 1% of the world’s water is available to drink.

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Wars and Revolutions = Change?

September
24

I agree that wars may be needed to change things but wars can also be harmful to people. Firstly, wars and revolutions are needed to change things like the relationship between countries. For example, one place that is not friendly to each other is North Korea and South Korea. Revolution could make people in North Korea more free. Secondly, I agree that wars and revolutions maybe needed to change things. Sometimes wars can settle things but not always. For example, you don’t need war when you are trying to get an apple. You need wars when you can’t agree on something big like who should rule a country. Finally, I agree that wars and revolutions can change things but it can also change people’s lives. For example, wars can effect people’s life. They make people feel angry and miserable. They also make people scared and nervous.

In conclusion, wars and revolution may be needed to change things but it can cause destruction and harm to people also.

Disclaimer: This writing piece has only been written in the context of studying a book entitled A Long Walk to Water about the 21-year civil war in Sudan and refugee crisis that accompanied it.

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Where I’m From

September
1

I am from a land of roller coaster
Scary lops
Screaming people.

I am from a world where people need computer games as much as they need food.
Games with realistic color’s
Challenges
And reality.
Look!
Pizza
With stretchy cheese and delicious toppings
Is my blood.

I am from a land with lots of TV
Where people watch HBO and Star Movies
Cool movies with action and explosion.
Creepy movies
With jump scares that make your heart race like a cheetah.

I am from a world with people saying, “please”, and, “Thank you.” Nice
Friendly
Helpful.

I am from 7 years in Beijing
Smiles
On a happy Earth

 

 

 

 

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Hello world!

August
30

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