Study Hall 2007-2008
The Study Hall . . .
. . . is the one stop for sharing concerns (for yourself, for others, for anything) as long as they are concerns related to the class in some practical way.
“What can the study hall be used for?” you may ask. It can serve many purposes:
-
Go over vocabulary with others.
-
Share what you’re enjoying about class, a project, or a book.
-
Post questions you have for your school mates.
-
I, or other school mates, can answer your questions, give you suggestions, and keep this thing going for us all.
Study Hall is a place to come together. And so, if you post to Study Hall for to get help or to give it, in any way related to school, let me know. You could earn some form of credit for posting.
So, if you need it -
Study Hall is here.
56 responses so far
Create a free edublog to get your own comment avatar (and more!)
Mr. Moshe, i tryed looking for the book covers from last year that you showed us in class but i cant find them, i want examples so that i can do one.
can you help me find the page please.
thank youu. =]
[Reply]
Amanda,
My best advice is to go to a book store, and look at a bunch of hard cover book covers of books for design ideas.
To statisfy the basic grade requirement your book cover must have:
-Front inside flap – book summary with hook that doesn’t give any important events away
-Book cover design – title, author, awards if any
-Spine design – title, author, publisher, price
-Back cover design – Quotes by people who loved the book, information about other books by the author, price of this book, publisher
-Inside back flap – author info/bio etc.
I hope this helps.
[Reply]
I wrote my story for the test,but it deals shortly after Wilfred awoke from being hit. In other words,its like right after he awoke and and how he gets started for the journey,not the course that he took along the journey. Is this acceptable or do I have to rewrite my WHOLE paper? :-/
[Reply]
Mr. Moshe, I didn’t have internet access to the internet at the time when this assignment was due, so I was wondering if I may post it anyway for some credit. I am sorry for any inconvenience this may cause you for having to deal with this assignment being late. Please allow me to post it. Thank you, Taylor H, Period 3.
[Reply]
Dear Mr.Moshe, I posted my commet and it didnt show. But, I’m going to continue my story in here because it didnt show. I’m not sure if i clicked the wrong button but here’s the rest of it….
Moreover, with aLl the broohaha happening,Brother Wilfred needed to relax. Only he needed to endure the book back and his power. He also needed to make the words of the book invisible so thorston cant read it. Brother Wilfred had flasbacks of thorston triyng to kill him to recieve the book. He shook the horrible thoughts from his large head. He walked toward the forest and saw St. Elfleda and embraced her he was hoping she could help him. ” i can and will indeed help you brother wilfred” she said. Feeling as though he were floating on a cloud in the murky sky, he got to his knees and thanked st.elfelda. Now their quest for the book without words had just begun.
THe END!!
[Reply]
Taylor,
No problem. Post it in the main discussion area for the assignment –
http://moshej.edublogs.org/2008/01/16/the-lost-brother-wilfrid-story/
Aleeyah,
I have attached the rest of your story to the initial part you posted the other day. No problems.
[Reply]
The main discussion area won’t allow me to post anything so I’ll post it here (I’m in p3):
It’s been seventy years, seventy long, agonizing years of searching for the Book Without Words and its thief, Thorston. During those many years, he – Brother Wilfrid – has been forced to endure terrible plagues just to retrieve the book and keep it away from this sinful man.
So he ventured to a most unlikely place: Fulworth in Northumbria. It was filthy, with beggars and street vendors littering the streets. The stone walls were grimy and mossy. A putrid smell hung in the air. Before Fulworth, he’d gone to other locations. He’d ventured to beautiful Italy, with its brilliant and colorful sunsets; green Ireland, with its thick, lush pastures and woodlands; and even Germany, with its exotic foods and vast festivals. And yet nowhere had he discovered Thorston or the Book.
So off to England it was; a place so obvious it was quite unlikely he would choose there. Still, he had to try. He walked through the small town and empty streets, the stars illuminating the cobblestone walkways. Then, unxexpectedly, a strange smell filled his nostrils.
It was disgusting, and much different than the one he had sniffed previously. The air reeked of…
“No!” Brother Wilfrid cried. The noxious odor was the mixture of fire-lizard scales, bits of shredded gargoyle, spider legs, and a number of other ingredients. When all of these were mixed together, they would create the Stones of Life, the only true path towards immortality.
His once short steps escalated into long strides, and eventually he broke into a run. Soon he came across a house on Clutterbuck Lane.
It was falling apart, the stones crumbling and walkway cracked. The gate surrounding the house was rusted and the courtyard looked like it hadn’t been cut in several years. The smell was now so potent that he could taste everything, like it was actually in his mouth. It was overwhelming. He could taste the chimera crumbs mixing with the nightshade leaves, and the Manx cat tails fusing with the pearls of unicorn tears.
He knew he had to get the Book back, and now the Stones as well. If he didn’t, then everything he’d gone through, all the years of confusion about where Thorston could’ve taken the Book; of being followed by those who sought the Book; and of being pressured by Saint Elfleda to get the Book back to her; would have been useless and a complete waste of his time. He couldn’t – no, wouldn’t – let Thorston get away with taking what did not belong to him.
He climbed the rough iron gates, the dilapidated top pinching into his palms, and skillfully landed in a way similar to a feline, a great contrast to how he looked age-wise. His white hair was aglow in the moonlight, skeletal fingers still gripping the cold metal bars. His feet felt the soft grass, moist with the early-morning dew. He walked forward, his fingers flexing as he inched closer to the house. Then he gripped a stone on the exterior of the house, then another, and hoisted himself upward. He climbed until he got to the second story and came across a small window, where he encountered a small girl.
She was no more than thirteen, the age Thorston needed for the magic to work, and was disheveled with torn, raggedy clothes and brown hair to match. Her mattress was no more than a straw palette, but she looked as comfortable as if she was sleeping on the softest of beds.
Then he heard her light snoring. But that was quickly overshadowed by the small mumblings and thumping footsteps that entered the room and his ears. Thorston was now in the room, his breathing heavy and uneven. Brother Wilfrid could not believe his eyes. There he was, in the flesh or at least what was left of it. He looked towards the girl. Thorston muttered something incomprehensible, and then returned to an adjoining room. Brother Wilfrid let go of the icy wooden frame of the window, and fell. He felt the wind whip at his aged face. And then he landed, gripping the soft blades of grass as he fought away dizziness. He left, knowing that he would soon be back to save the girl.
“This has not yet ended Thorston,” he murmured to himself.
[Reply]
Hello, mr moshe’,
It’s Lua from last year and I have something that may help your students. “Freerice.com” gives you practice on vocabulary and through the UN donates 20 grains of rice for each FCAT/PSAT word that ou get correct.My new teacher told me about it.
I just felt like checking in on the blog. I go to Pompano Beach High now and wake up at 4:30 A.M– like a zombie. The Blog is different and awesome.By the way, all of mr.moshe’s students, you should deffinately read Twilight by Stephanie Meyer if you haven’t already. It’s a great book/series and a movies comming out about it. But, I suggest you read the book first. The beginning’s a little slow but,it’s amazing!! Im on the second book now.
P.S-I hope i’m in the right thread
[Reply]
Erik V.
Mr Moshe, you talked to me about how I can finish the story in the study hall for credit. Well…. here it is
Brother’s Wilfrid search lead him to an infested city called Fulworth in Northumbria.He is now an old man of 87 and he is still determined to get the book back. He had seen a girl who lokked very pale with a raven perched on her shoulder. He deducued that she was a servant for Thorston. He kidnapped the girl and told Thorston that he will not give her back without an exchange for the book. Thorston, who was 82 at the time, really wanted the girl, but he also needed the book. He’d figure since he is more powerful than Wilfrid, he would steal her back witout giving up the book. He then set off to the cave where Wilfrid had hidden. Meanwhile, Wilfrid had succssefully tricked the girl to give him the book if Thorston would not give it to him. He also managed to to brainwash the raven into also help the girl to give him the book. Thorton then stumbled into the cave, punched brother Wilfrid, and took the girl and the raven. Thorston fled to his house and starts to put up traps in his house to protect him from brother wilfrid, With the help of the book . Wilfrid then magically appears before him and says “Give me the book.” Thorston summons thunder and aims it and wilfrid. He dodges it and sends a shroud of light blinding both him and thorston. The girl and raven comes into the room, then starts punching and pecking thorston until he moved no more. Wilfrid takes the book from Thorston’s cold hand, and the girl and raven follow him to lead a new life in Italy. No one notices Thorston Standing up and aiming a spell at all 3 people. Saint Elfleda uses a sheild that backfires the spell to thorston and in which he starts to disinagrate. THen Elfled leads the threesome to Italy in which they lived happily ever after
—– THE END—–
[Reply]
Mr. Moshe! I tried in early Feb. to post the story (technical problems), and then I totally forgot! I just checked pinnacle and realized I had a D!!! Is it too late to get even a couple points for the story?
[Reply]
It’s never too late for an honorable young lady such as yourself. You can either post your story here in the study hall or do it on paper. Remember, for full credit you have to take a rough draft to a final draft. Cheers!!
[Reply]
Yay! I’m honorable!
Here’s the final draft:
Darkness… Falling into an endless abyss… Soft, yet harsh blackness engulfed me… Nothingness… No thoughts, no… Anything…
Suddenly, my eyes and mind were simultaneously filled with a bright white light. The subtle scent of lavender engulfed me, and it was then that I realized I was standing.. Before me stood a woman of extreme beauty. She could have been any age from 30 to 60, with almond-shaped eyes and long, dark, cascading curls falling to her ankles. She donned a white toga and stared hard at me, a stare that penetrated the depths of my very soul. It was then that the memories flowed back into my head.
“Saint Elfleda!” I cried, dropping onto my knees. “You have answered my humble plea!” It was a moment before she responded, and then she spoke in a voice that was both intoxicatingly light and beautiful, but all at once emotionless and maybe a bit cruel. “A humble plea it may have been, Brother, but of a noble cause.” Her next sentence was wrung with surprising emotion. “Oh, Wilfred, what have you done? The Book Without Words has fallen from your hands into those of a greedy boy. A greedy boy with green eyes, none the less! And you have given him my most dangerous secret!”
I was too ashamed to look up. Tears welled up in my eyes. “Oh, my Saint,” I started. “However will you-”
“Silence.” It was a whispered command, but powerful none the less. The scent of lavender faded as she spoke. “Wilfred, you were foolish. Not only did you lose The Book, but my blessing as well.” Her eyes were cold.
“Oh, Saint Elfleda!”
“Calm yourself, Brother. You shan’t lose your position at the monastery. I will allow you to redeem yourself. But, as you understand, you must learn. I have no choice to punish you.”
I stood then. In my young age, I must admit, I was naïve. If she still wished for me to retrieve The Book, then I saw no way that my punishment could be death, my worst fear at the time.
“I will grant you eternal life.”
I was taken aback with those words. Eternal life? A punishment? But how could St. Elfleda be mistaken? Now, the smell of sulfur stung my nostrils. The ground beneath my bare feet grew hot. I realized that I couldn’t move my legs. Fear gripped me, I was paralyzed from the waist down.
The intense heat from the floor continued to grow, clawing up my legs like an angry monster, ripping the skin and making it boil. The pain was so overwhelming that my eyes rolled up in agony.
“Saint Elfleda!” I shrieked. “Help! HELP ME!”
Looking into that fiercely beautiful woman’s eyes, I saw regret and sadness. Was that a flicker of… No, no, the blessed Elfleda would never show contempt. Looking deep into her eyes, I knew even in my young age that she had no choice but to punish me so inhumanely. And in that sudden moment of understanding she was gone. I was standing on a small, grassy hill. The pitter-patter of rain filled my ears and drowned out all my thoughts. To the north was a now empty monastery, the Vikings had left by now, leaving only bodies of my beloved brethren in their wake. There was nothing left here for me now, I knew I had to move forward.
Days turned to weeks, which turned to months, which, in turn, faded into years. Years of searching for that accursed Book. Years spent, walking barefoot through forests and deserts and towns alike. I had no companions, for I never stayed long anywhere I went (Anywhere inhabited, that is). I had no money to buy food, and I would attract too much attention in my state to enter the pubs to drink any digestible beverages. So, I lived of crumbs and long-dead animals washed down with putrid, muddy water. My stomach shriveled, along with my once strong and smooth frame. My skin creased and scarred before my very eyes. But I knew, even in my meager, pitiful existence that I could not fail. No, not with my curse. I was forced to stay alive until that wretched Book was back in my hands, hands that itched to wring the neck of that insufferable boy with green eyes and an insatiable thirst for… meaning. Though he wished for nothing more than a meaningful, full life, he was desperate, dangerously so, and therefore his thirst had to be squelched. I wouldn’t stop until he was finished. It was my duty. My responsibility. My curse. *
[Reply]
Yo Mr.Moshe’ i just realized i wouldn’t have the time to sit and discuss my Holocaust poetry with you for another three days. And thats three days wasted so im gonna post it and give me some feed back if you dont mind =)
Thanks, your fav. student Matt.
Here it is:
The war was World War II, the oppression the Holocaust
The air reeked of Death and Tank exhaust
The Nazi’s swarmed from their capitol, Berlin
Destroying the homes of the Jewish children
Scared Attacked with no where to go
These children’s lives filled with woe
O’ but were these children so strong
Fleeing for freedom from this great wrong
They made their moves through the dark of night
To the houses of Allies who helped their plight
These Allies hid their existence from the world
During Nazi raids the children’s fears swirled
About murder capture
Bringing endless rapture
The rumors of torture
An endless scorcher
Destroying hope
Cleansing like soap
Rising fear
Nazi’s near
Standing right above
Silence undreamed of
After hours of search the Nazi’s took their leave
Much to the hiding children’s relief
The children drew their last ounce of sleep
That night they would escape The Nazi’s reap
They would leave when the time was right
When the moon was hidden and was no light
They thought of freedom, survival, the future
They would hold their race together like suture
These children were the ones to rebuild
A future where life isn’t dread filled
These children were the building blocks for a new life
Filled with happiness, without constant strife
So these children gathered their courage and went off like wrens
So we should Remember the Jewish Children
[Reply]
Matt,
Here’s my criticism (with all the love in my heart). As far as my suggestions go, take them as you see fit to. Whatever you like is useful, whatever you don’t like is just not for you. I suggest you block(highlight) my comment. paste it into word, print it out, then go over it. Have your poem next to you and take a look at each thing I say. You should have others go over your poem as well. You are a very talented wrtier. Very rich expressive lines. Here . . .
—-
So, to me poetry is the essential smithiness of words in any language. Only, and I mean only, the most appropriate words, skills, techniques, etc. should be employed. Anything too much is going to far, and conversely (awesome sneakers) wherever you need a certain device (or such) that it lacks is where a poem falls short.
Here goes.
——–LINE 1-
I do not think you need to tell us that the poem is set in the Holocaust. The poem itself should show us that. We should experience it through the various literary techniques (allusions). What you give us should suggest the historical event specifically. You accomplish this feat when you say “The Nazis swarmed . . .” The Nazi party was born before the war, but they “swarmed from their capitol” during the Holocuast. I think you can lose the first line. For me, and this is just for me, the poem is more striking without line 1.
——–LINE 3-
Check your puncutation rules: LINE 3- “Nazi’s” should be “Nazis” – I have not proofed for this throughout your piece. You need to look for more. If there’s one, there may be more. Have friends,parents,relatives read it over. That always helped me. It helped me when I wanted to get paublished. It works.
——–LINE 5-
Check your spelling: Line 5- “no where” shoudl be “nowhere” – I have not proofed for this throughout your piece. You need to look for more. If there’s one, there may be more.
——–LINES 7-8
These were a bit awkward. i feel the shift of focus, but the phrasing is off setting. I feel like this is supposedto be a hopeful moment int he tale, but it’s a bit awkward.
——–Line 14-
“rapture” means “ecstatic joy or delight; joyful ecstasy” (Dictionary.com). the word carries a strongly positive (good) connotation as well. I think you may need to replace this word with something that carries a negative connotation.
——–LINEs 13-22-
I really like what you are doing in this section. set it off with a line break (Line 12, skip a line, Line 13-22, skip a line, continue with poem, [get it?])-Destroying hope etc. – I’d liek to see, smell, and feel the horrific reality. Add to what you have here. Create expressions that are horrifying. Write some narrative piece, very desriptive, then mix the words up a bit to get he uneasy, surreal feel that people must have felt in the midst of the Holocaust. Be less real about what you have to say. The attrocities were unreal, and utterly inhuman. Create unreal and inhuman phrases to clutter the reader’s mind. Make the reader read the inhumanity. I’m not sure if I am gettign this across to you. See me in class if you need to.
——–LINES 29-30 and LINES 35-36-
Some of your rhymes, such as the ones quoted here, seem too forced and get int he way of the message of the poem. Hid erhymes like htis inside lines, enjamb them, half-rhyme them, and if all fails, scratch them, and try something really new.
–They thought of freedom, survival, the future
–They would hold their race together like suture 30
–So these children gathered their courage and went off like wrens 35 (Like wrens? This is simply for the rhyme factor. It is not fari to the rest of the strong verse you have in this poem.
–So we should Remember the Jewish Children
================================
The war was World War II, the oppression the Holocaust 1
The air reeked of Death and Tank exhaust
The Nazi’s swarmed from their capitol, Berlin
Destroying the homes of the Jewish children
Scared Attacked with no where to go 5
These children’s lives filled with woe
O’ but were these children so strong
Fleeing for freedom from this great wrong
They made their moves through the dark of night
To the houses of Allies who helped their plight 10
These Allies hid their existence from the world
During Nazi raids the children’s fears swirled
About murder capture
Bringing endless rapture
The rumors of torture 15
An endless scorcher
Destroying hope
Cleansing like soap
Rising fear
Nazi’s near 20
Standing right above
Silence undreamed of
After hours of search the Nazi’s took their leave
Much to the hiding children’s relief
The children drew their last ounce of sleep 25
That night they would escape The Nazi’s reap
They would leave when the time was right
When the moon was hidden and {there} was no light
They thought of freedom, survival, the future
They would hold their race together like suture 30
These children were the ones to rebuild
A future where life isn’t dread filled
These children were the building blocks for a new life
Filled with happiness, without constant strife
So these children gathered their courage and went off like wrens 35
So we should Remember the Jewish Children
[Reply]
MattW
ok. i gotcha. rapture also means to take a person from one place to another. read down further on the page of dictionary.com. the rest of the stuff you said are correct and i thank you for the critcism and hopefully will result in a better outcome in my work.
[Reply]
Ok Mr.Moshe im posting my new edited version, this is the last thing to be edited before i send it in. Im wondering if i’ve reached your senses now.
The Nazi’s swarmed from their capitol, Berlin
Destroying the homes of the Jewish children
Scared Attacked with no where to go
These children’s lives filled with woe
O’ but were these children so strong
Fleeing from Evil’s scourging prong
They made their moves through the dark of night
To the houses of Allies who helped their great plight
These Allies hid their existence from the world
During these times the children’s fears swirled
About murder captures
From merciless captors
The hostile confusion
Anything but an illusion
Sweat drenched
Thirst unquenched
Disease filled
People killed
Children abused
Nazis amused
Bursting into tears
From gas chamber fears
Agony of Concentration camps
Held in memories by deadly clamps
Memories so horrid and vivid
Of dying parents, anger so livid
Torn from everything loved
Just to be pushed and shoved
Anger rising out of control
Nothing could ever console
The hurt inside
The scars outside
Broken emotions
Enough to fill oceans
Crossing this fine line
Doesn’t make Them divine
This was the children’s past and present
Haunting their minds with vicious torment
So the children drew their last ounce of sleep
That night they would escape the Nazi’s reap
They would leave when the time was right
When the moon is hidden and there is no light
They thought of freedom, survival, the future
Their destiny definately full of endless rapture
These children were the ones to rebuild
A future where life isn’t dread filled
These children were the building blocks for a new life
Filled with happiness, without constant strife
So these children gathered their courage and began their travel
So we should Remember the children as our lives unravel.
[Reply]
Mat,
I have to say … WOW!
You’ve reached my senses.
Fix a couple of things before you email it.
Nazi’s – should be Nazis (LINE 1 only)
no where – should be nowhere (LINE 3)
Then send it in.
Your writing kicks proverbial butt!!
[Reply]
These are a couple of poems I have written in the past few days during school. I need poeple to proof read them and afterwards would you please leave a honest and kind remarks on how the poem is and what I should correct.
Thanks.
The first one is called Welcome Back To Reality and the second one is called Be You.
Welcome Back To Reality
Feel good about yourself
Venture into some place else
You can stay long
But stand up strong
And find your way back
All the way back
Find your way back
Welcome back to reality
Its like Eminem saying
“Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity”
But nothing can stop me
Nothing will bother me
Until I find my way home
Life is nothing more than dream
Its where you can be
Whatever you want to be
There are a lot of twist and turns
Take it carefully
But its not that over rated
Welcome back to reality
Its great to see you again
Enjoy your time
Stay here long
Welcome back
Welcome back
Welcome back to reality
Here’s the second poem. It’s called Be You. . .
Be You.
Life is funny
Its kind of true
So control it
And be you
Don’t let anything hold you back
Fight your battle
And don’t let anyone
Tell you no to be you
Because you know you can
Be you
Whenever you want to be
Be you
So everyone can see
What its like to be different
And how special it is
To be yourself
And nobody else
Be you
And stand strong
Be you
And live long
Remember to proof read this for more please and make sure you leave honest and kind comments
[Reply]
Matt W
4/17/08
Peaches buddy ol’ pal. I can see the message your trying to convey in each poem but i dont believe you are really getting the point across and touching the readers senses. Heres a couple of tips so you can spice up your poetry. And if you want a good example just read my poem right up the blog.
Tip 1: use sentence variation, use some long and some short line in different parts depending on how you want your point to get across. Like in Welcome back to reality, you could of made a stanza of short lines when you wanted to describe how the person is zoning out of reality. It puts more emphasis on how important it is to get back to reality.
((—–Good, Mat, I agree (This is Mr. Moshé interjecting). Short lines create a sense of urgency, or emergency, if you will.—————————————))
Tip 2: Use bigger words!!! Throw big words into the pieces to spice up the writing. Use words not commonly used that are really the key to your story. Make people look it up to really understand the meaning. The key to a good poem is having hidden messages unless its about a specific event.
—————————————
—–Well, Matt, I like the idea you are getting at here, but I’m not sure I agree. Poetry should not force the reader to do something that may disrupt the delivery of the message in the poem. Using big words so that the reader should have to look them up could offend the reader, confuse the reader, disrupt the message, and destroy an otherwise simply true piece of work. We don’t want to seem too smart for the reader, and make the reader feel not good enough to get the important message contained in the work. This can be tricky. But I have to say there is an audience of readers who thrive onthe puzzle of some poems. I’m not sure “Peaches” was looking for that crowd. And some things are more impacting when left in simple terms. Take this idea for example, “God”. Simple, eh?—————————————))
Tip 3: Try not to repeat lines so close together. i see how you would use it to emphasize but this isnt a song. (Or is it? Or could it turn into one?) that type is usually put in songs and isnt found often in poetry. ((Careful there…Songs are poetry, always have been and always will be.))
Tip 4: Use words that really ryhme or at least half ryhme if you know what that is. I’d advise ryhmezone.com. Its a website i use to get those big words i use to ryhme too.
Tip 5: THIS IS IMPORTANT! Dont always use sentences that make sense. If you really begin to write poetry your going to find out that you now own a “Poetic License” This means you no longer have to follow proper grammer and sentence structure. For example, the cat run fast. Fastly, the cat ran. Just stuff like that can even give you an easier ryhme to work with.
I believe that you have some really good potential Jonathan. Just keep working hard and keep a vary open mind. Sometimes I’ll be dead asleep and be woke up with crazy ideas for poetry. I get hit all the times with ideas cuz i always am keeping an open mind. I suggest you do the same. Good luck. Sincerely, Matt
[Reply]
Matt W
Heres a peice off the top of my head. Comment it if you wish. Jonathan this is an another example for you.
Darkness
Darkness creeps across the land
Like the trickling of hour glass sand
Darkness falls as the of silence night
When daylight decides to take its flight
Darkness comes to put us asleep
And to keep us safe from Evil’s reap
Darkness warns us to stay inside
So we dont drown in Evil’s tide
So when a person breaks this rule
Darkness does not protect this fool
So when morning comes and we find the remains
We remember Darkness is Evil’s Domain.
[Reply]
Matt W
Heres another this is fun haha
The Conciousness Escapes
Conciousness escapes my clutches
Easily scared by groggy touches
Conciousness moving freely in my mind
The ground i walk keeps my feet in bind
It floats about like its on cloud nine
So peaceful graceful but divine
Elusively disapeering when found
Showing its definately Unbound.
Free like air
Or a gazy stare
I decide i need this apparition
To wake up and fufill ambition
I stand and become Vast
Opened, knowing all, even past
I open my eyes
And eye the prize
Standing tall
Loathing fall
I make my move
Running with the groove
Leaping, Snatching
Hoping im Catching
Eyes closed, i dont need
I feel the presence, dont heed
Don’t let pace
I can’t lose this race
I Jump, Hands outstretched
I feel my fingers begin to clench
But I find nothing, Eyes peering
Looking down, A hole leering
I fall into nothing, Feeling free
Hoping I wake up, To See thee
I continue to fall down this hole
Into areas as black as cole
I feel my hopes begin to close
Drowning inside this comatose.
[Reply]
This is for Jonathan M. I love both of the poems they were really great. I like how you used something from Emine to get your point acroos. Very well done. I love poems very much. My best friend makes poems he has a whole book full of them. Maybe you can start a book to and maybe who knows you might growup and make a book about poems one day. DON’T LET THE FAITH AND LOVE OF SOMETHING DIE DOWN TO NOTHING BUT A DULL ROAR.
This is your time rise and shine,
Shine because your one of a kind.
Your like a star your set apart from everyone,
For a special reason.
(one of many poems though i don’t have a name for it but i hope it helps) ^_^
[Reply]
I am having a great year. I am inspired by you all, and those who don’t frequent the Study Hall much too.
I am off to the job fair tomorrow, and I am hoping for the best.
Well, It’s getting late and I should get some rest for tomorrow. i wanna be ready for any questions they throw at me in an interview.
Wish me luck, pray for the sparkling of the light, and hope I get a job. i know you’re all pulling for me, so I have a great chance.
Please remind your friends and neighbors to get over to their class discussions for HW this weekend. I am not there to remind you all, so help each other out.
Best of weekends. Stay safe.
Enjoy, Reflect, Grow!!
With love y’all (been listening to some country since we got up here),
Mr. Moshé
[Reply]
Thank you for your comments Rosa and Matt. Thank you Rosa for the inspiration to start a poem book. I’m getting started on that today. Thank you Matt for giving me some great advice on how to make better poems. Hmm. guess I better get going uz I just found another title for a poem. “INSPIRATION”! And yes mr. Moshe my nickname is actually Peaches. There are more but I don’t think i want to tell you.
[Reply]
Your welcome Jonathan. I’m glad to have helped you in anyway. ^_^ Also Matt reading your poems was really cool. they were very interesting to read. I really love the one about Darkness. Very well put to. Please if anyone would like me to go over any other poems that they have written please tell me. I would love to read them. Oh that also goes for anything really. Like problems (fights with bffs or parents) you can even come to me if you just want someone to talk to.
alright so i’m off to go eat. So hungry I think we’re having pizza. AWSOME.
[Reply]
I agree with you on somethings mr moshe. Like seriouslly i have never in my life studied other peoples work and try to help them fix their stuff. its a new experience for me. I was just givving him some helpful tips or things i thought helpful or things i like to do and have turned out good for me. Well good luck to everyone and rate my poetry too!!!
[Reply]
Its time for another session of Happy Writing Poem Time!
This one is called “Gravity”.
Keepin me Eath bound
Nowhere to go
Find reason to count sound
Keeps me in its clutches
Just give up fusses
Wishing to take flight
Wish in my sight
Off into the sky
On this very night
Wings aren’t bound
Soar above the clouds
Gravity
No match
No challenge
No duel
No arguement
I lose for now
Until its time
Gravity keeps me down
[Reply]
Matt, I’ve got to hand it to you. You have to be the best poetry writer I’ve met that is my age (your the only one.) I take things from my older sister. She taught a couple things of poetry to me. Soon after i wrote my first poem. Then you added on to that knowledge.
Now back to the real subject. Your poem “Darkness” is awesome. I can really grasp what it means. Its like whoa! That reminds of song that I once listened to. That expresses what I’m feeling when I read “Darkness” it goes something like this:
In the morning it begins again
Feels like I’m falling better strap me in
I think I’m running out of oxygen
And it feels good, it feels good, it feels good
[Reply]
uhh yea i got the email nd im settin up my page rite now but if you could go over some more things on the website cuz there’s some stuff i dont understand
[Reply]
Mr. Moshe these blogs are AWSOME.They really will do alot for in my future for high school and other things. ^^ So thanks very much. I got to hand it to you, you’re an awsome teacher.
[Reply]
Jonathan you really are getting good at this and i really like that poem about Gravity. You are doing a great job. Your so right about Matt. He has givin you some really good ideas and it is making you learn more so you get even better. ^^ If you need anything. Just say the word and i’ll read it.lol
[Reply]
okk i hooked up my blog chek it out mr moshe
[Reply]
I accidentally deleted my about page. How do i get it back?
[Reply]
subickr,
You can not get it back. You’ll just have to Write a new Page.
Go to Write, select Page, then create the page from scratch.
You can have time in class to take care of it.
Sleep well.
[Reply]
Hey all,
Not sure who “Jessica” is, but she wants help finding info on The Hound of the Baskervilles…Anyone who helps her find specific resources (either on my website or another) gets bonus points.
Post any help you want to give her, in this discussion. DO NOT RESPOND DIRECTLY TO THE EMAIL ADDRESS.
Cheers!
GO!
====================
jessica said “Hi, what’s up? Hey, I was wondering you think you can help me? On finding information on the hound of the baskervilles”
=======================
[Reply]
I had a problem with my blog avatar when edublogs got updated. My problem was that my blog avatar wasn’t on top of my calendar anymore instead it was in a big frame at the top of my page under the title so it was like this little picture in a big space.
If you have any problems with your blog avatar just go to the widgets and you’ll see that the avatar was just moved into a different spot on your screeen. Basically your avatar might be under banner instead of your sidebar. Delete it from where it’s not supposed to be, and add it to your sidebar.
[Reply]
Yo Mr Moshe’!!!!!!
Im hitting you up with some love man. I miss you. You were one of the most influential teachers i had this year. You rocked no doubt. By the way, try being a stand up comic, your hilarious beyond standards. keep in touch by posting on my website. Ima use it till i die haha. anyway i wish you the best of luck in the future. Peace. Love. Happiness.
Your Favorite Student By Far!!,
Matt Williamson
[Reply]
Hey Mr. Moshe`!
Just wanting to know how’s it going, and goodluck with next years students in N.C., if you’re going to still teach. Not saying your old or any thing, but you probably have found a different occupation… so yeah. By the way, how’s Sofia and Mrs. Moshe`? *waves*
Love,
Rachel Hylton ((Not related to Paris Hilton. Notice the last names are different. XD))
[Reply]
Got your message Rachel H>y<lton. It’s all about the Y in your name isn’t it.
Well, things are going well up here. I am going to be teaching at a school called Southwest Middle. I will have two honors LA classes, a what they call Standard Plus LA class, and an enrichment class called Action-based Problem Solving. I expect to have an exciting year.
Things around the house are awesome . . . and guess what? We’re having another abay. We don’t know if it’s a girl or a boy, but that isn’t important. Rachel is in or around her 6th week we think.
Sweet, huh?
Send a comment in here every so often, and I’ll post some pictures as Rachel grows. Let me know if you need anything, and use the website as you see fit to.
By the way, as you go through your first year of High School, let me know if you find that you could use a feature on the website or a link to something that I could supply.
It was great to hear from you, and I’ll send your love over to Rachel and Sophia.
Keep changing and growing.
[Reply]
Hey Mr. Moshizzle,
Whats Up. Hows the Carolinas? Miss you get back to me.
THE Carolinas are awesome!!!
We’re having a great time. I go back to work tomorrow to actually see the students. I’m excited and nervous. I know I’ll do fine.
I hope you have a great year. And enjoy the new Study Hall. Use it, and spread the word. I’m out here for you all if need be. Academically speaking that is.
See you in the mountains!!
Peace in reflection,
Your teacher and friend,
Mr. Moshizzle
[Reply]
Hi again Mr. Moshe`… just saying congrats to you and Mrs. Moshe` on the second child, even though it’s not born yet. Sofia is going to be a big sister. Anyways, High school’s been alright so far. Stacie Schotanus and I are only in one class together, which makes me sad, but I’ve been doing all my homework since school has started. In L.A. class we’re talking about the famous poet Edgar Allen Poe, and were also going to talk about art soon. I’ll remember to mention your favorite artist Michealangelou Merisi, I believe that’s how you spell his name. It’s been nice visiting. I’ll drop by few times to check up on how things are going. Ciao for now!
[Reply]
Hey Hey Mr. Moshe’. How’z it going favourite teacher?lolz xp
[Reply]
Hello Mr. Moshe… remember me??,
Ive been reading the comments and i see you’re doing great. Congrats on your second child, but there’s still one more to go.!hehe. I migth move close to N.C. but I hope I get to visit your new school one day. Im doing alright in high school,.. because of my FCAT score I got switch to the I.B. program:) I go to Boyd Anderson though:( so im starting new friends and teachers. Im really grateful with you because almost all the books I read in your class, they are coming back to haunt me again. Right now, we’re reading the Jonathan Seagull book, then we go into The Book Without Words. Lol, but I already know what theyre about……
Take care and good luck this year. Make sure to give 100000x more homework too. Shout outs to the family. Adios:P
[Reply]
Thats fantastic. Sorry for taking so long , I kind of forgot that I wrote you. Lol. Im great ! I personally don’t like Piper but its whatever. So how was your first day ?
[Reply]
Congratz Mr.Mo-shizzle on the second bay-bee.
[Reply]
hi mr moshe it’s layla i don’t know if you remember me but congradulations on your knew child school is great
[Reply]
Layla,
I remember you.
Glad to hear your doing well in school. If you think I can add anything to this site to help you, let me know.
And thanks for the well wishes for our next baby girl.
Thanks for stopping in.
[Reply]
i miss your class alot and i’v learned so many things in your class. everyone misses you and wishes you the best of luck with your life. your such a cool teacher and always will be.
[Reply]
it’s me again left some stuff out in the last message. alot of what you taught us is helping me with my english class and i remember plenty of things. im pretty happy
about my grades im doing great. piper is great but im still trin to get into nova so i hope that goes well.
im playing volleyball and soccer and trying to balance sports with my grades. i know your students are lucky to have an awsome teacher like yourself.
well,peace,love ,happiness
;p
[Reply]
Hey Mr. Moshe, it’s Tyler, I don’t know if you remember me or not, but congrats on the second child. Hope all is well. High school is excellent.
[Reply]
hey mr.moshe i miss your class soooooooo muchhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!
just did fcat reading today it was really easy and i’ve been getting principle honor roll ever since i got to high school. alot of the things you taught me i use in my classes and it helps its like i have a clone u in a speech bubble reminding me of the things i need…..Anyway i hope your having a great day. say hi to the family. take care bye…:)
[Reply]
Tyler,
It’s been a while since I came by this discussion. I remember you very well. It is nice to hear from you. THings are going well here. We are about to close on a house and I have the new baby, Adah, due any day now. I’ve been saying that for some time thoguh, so I kind of hope she comes tonight. Enjoy school and life. Keep dropping by over the years. I see no reason why we can’t all keep in touch as we all grow and change over the years. Stay well and do no harm.
[Reply]
Layla,
Thanks for your comments. They really mean a lot to me to know that people think of what they went through with me as meaningful and useful. My hope is that what I do leaves a positive mark; pushes things in general in a direction of good; makes for a better later than before. Your words touch me deeply as a teacher. I am grateful I could do such good in the world. I especially liked the part “like i have a clone [of] u in a speech bubble reminding me of the things i need”. I’m not about to criticize your spelling and such. I said many times in class when it comes down to it, if the message gets across than the language is working. And this discussion area has in reality become a way for me to stay in touch with all of you from 2007-2008. Listen to your heart, pay attention to your head, and balance the two. They will tell you what you need as you become more and more independant. Remember to check your motives, and do no harm. Especially to yourself. I will leave you with this bit, always accept your personal responsibilities and grow through them. Keep in touch. It’s nice to hear from you.
[Reply]
Busie,
Did I not post here to you? What’s up with that? Things are good here. We are about to buy a house. I will soon have the American Dream – wife, two kids (soon), a dog, and a house with a white picket fence (I’ll have to build and paint the fence). The American Dream actually includes an average of 2.5 kids, but I will not manage that unless we count Billie (the dog as the half. Wll, seeing as how she was here before any of the others, I will not do that to her. Billie is a full fledged chld of mine at this point even though she is in her 80’s in dog years. She was way younger than me at one point, and now she is way older than me. A friend once suggested to me that dog’s lives are short because they do not have to wait so many years in order to get to Heaven, that they’re pretty much ready for the next life, level of existence, or something like that. We have to wait longer because there is so much work for us to do before we’re ready. Whatever, right. Do right here on earth I always say. I know I had some work to do. That’s for sure. The rest will take care of itself. Busie, just knowing I was writing this entry to you made me write in a unique way. You bring out good things in people. “Smile Always” you always used to say. I always loved that. You will remain in my thoughts. Your teacher and friend, Mr. Moshe.
[Reply]
Dear Mr. Moshe,
I hope you remember me, Gerardo. It has been a long time since I had a little time to come here. Hope you are doing well as you are finally in the phase of living life as a father, husband and friend. Thank you for being a great help in the past for it has helped me a lot. My life was a little messy after I left middle school but I realized that I needed something better. School and God are my priority and I have begun to searc for my true identity. To my surprise, I am really into poetry now and literature has become most interesting. So far I have done projects with Charles Dickens and Victor Hugo. I dont know if you noticed but I have lost a lot of my childish side. You think thats bad? Congratulations again for your baby girl. Late,but, happy new year! Also, Mr. Moshe, I wrote a poem that won me first prize in the literary fair. Here it is: ” New Day”
I wished upon a soul tonight
The celestial bodies did not answer
There is a high tide in the side
A waxing crescent in the sky
Inmense darkness covers the abyss
The echo of the northwind sings
A ray of light shouts through the silence
An Awakening
The peaceful breeze flies through the flora
A melody is written
Dreams are interrupted
Yet peace is in the midst
Glory of the unexplainable
A new day has begun
I would like to know what you thought about it and what you suggest I can do to improve. Let me know if I can be of any help from down here.
Best Wishes,
Gerardo Rodriguez
[Reply]
Hey Mr. Moshe how are the carolinas? i miss your class sooooooo much.. You are one of the teachers that i dont think anyone could ever forget. Things you taught me in your class helped me a lot this year in high school, especially the daily ponderances… i hope all is well with you and the family…kiss billie for me =P hehe..well that all for now so….bye >ur fav student always nd foreva< O_o hehe
[Reply]