I felt like something that went well in my Early Humans project was the initial research. I had all my sources and was able to find a decent amount of stuff regarding my question. However, I struggled to find a primary source and even then was only able to find one with more cons than pros to it. If I could start over, I’d probably change my question to something related to hunting instead of the fire itself- the question I ended up with wasn’t the most interesting. 

My emotions are a volcano- calm, but ready to burst at any moment.

My books is a plain. Easy, calm, and relaxing.

My music is a river; never ending and soft.

My art and writing is an oasis. It provides comfort, and is always there. I can always look to it when I need it.

Social interaction is a mountain that’s difficult to climb. If I make one wrong move, I slip and fall.

My math is an island that I’m stranded on. I don’t know how to get back to mainland.

My thoughts are an ocean. Normally calm, but will become extremely angry.

Dreams are a lake. Comforting and I can easily come across one.

My imagination is a forest because every one can be different. It can be dark or kind.

My fears are a desert. Barren land with nobody to count on.

My poem is a bunch of memories that I jumbled together into a poem. The first paragraph references my time I spent living in Costa Rica, whereas the second paragraph is more related to recent times. We jotted down a bunch of memories with a variety of differences (e.g. memories outside, phrases, memories around the house, etc), and wrote a poem using them with figurative language. It was pretty swell! I tried to include quite a bit of figurative language, but if there’s not much, then I apologize.

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I am from Stray Cats and Mechanical Hands 

By: Ivy Sand 

I am from adventures in the rainforest 

Tall, lush trees looming over us 

Sweet berries and poison frogs 

Critters darting into the foliage 

All of them hiding from me 

I am from Pokémon at midnight 

A dim candle flickering 

The room struggling 

To stay seen 

Velvet blankets bundle me up 

As I sip on my Cola 

I am from my favorite songs 

Art during rainy afternoons 

Luxury I never needed  

The turning of delicate pages 

And shredded art nobody ever saw 

I am from stray cats that eye me incredulously  

Like two wild creatures 

I am the prey 

Campfires dancing, grasping marshmallows 

Flowers blooming in the fields  

Chimes in the breeze, begging to be heard 

I am from ripe peach picking 

Mechanical hands dictating my every move 

Popsicles that drip onto the sizzling sidewalk 

Hoodies, even though it’s the middle of summer 

Sparrows singing up a storm 

And a fresh breeze that ruffles up my hair 

Forgotten memories and entertaining conversations. that is where I’m from.  

Middle School has been okay. It’s been exciting, but definitely different from what I imagined. Anyways, I like cats (all cats. Cats are pretty swell), and I guess Middle School’s been pretty swell as well, so here’s a picture of a cat to make your day pretty swell.

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