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Paola’s Speech

Paola’s Speech

 

Good Morning parents, special guests, teachers and staff, Mrs. Dietz and Mrs. German, and obviously: 5th grade class of 2015-2016.

 

My name is Paola and it’s an honor to tell my speech. The reason I’m here because I’m about to leave Daly Elementary. It’s really sad and happy at the same time; since that I’m leaving this place and I’m heading to middle school. Wow, I can’t believe this is almost the end of 5th grade. All of these memories I’ve had here will sure be missed…The moment of going to the 6th grade is EXCITING!

 

I would like to tell my experiences of both my old school and this school. They were somewhat rough and sufferable back then. Don’t worry. It’ll be quick. I promise.

 

Back then when I was in Brunswick Elementary, I’ve found it hard to make friends, because I was insane (possibly like Darian, sorry Darian). And some people found out I went to school a year earlier. I was struggling in school as well. In Pre-K, I’d get blamed for everything, even though it’s supposed to be their fault, and by “they,” I meant my Pre-K classmates. For example: One time, there was this girl named Jasmin (or Jasmine I can’t remember) shoved me on a playset (or dollhouse I can’t remember) so HARD my back felt like it broke. I’ve cried but the Pre-K teacher lectured me because I’d somewhat broke the playset. Even thought it was supposed to be Jasmin’s fault.

 

In Kindergarten nothing exciting happened.

 

After I’ve finished 1st grade, I moved here. I’ve started 2nd grade and met my 2nd grade teacher: Mrs. Brunk. Nothing excited happened that year.

 

In 3rd grade I met Ms. Deleon. She was a really nice teacher. I’ve met more people in 3rd grade, I’ve learned many new things and one time, we get to make ice cream. It was vanilla flavored, but it was delicious!

 

4th grade was one of the best school years in my entire life. I’ve met my 4th grade teacher. Her name is Ms. Schaffer (Now known as Mrs. Walker), she was really funny and she made me and my classmates laugh. Alot. One time we threw a surprise for her. It was one of the best parties and I’ll never forget that.

 

5th grade was similar to 4th grade. I met Mr. Fitz. He might have similar characteristics to Ms. Schaffer, because one year he took over 1,000 pictures. It was just like 4th grade all over again!

 

My goals for the future are:

 

  1. To be an artist when I grow up, I know it won’t give me lots of money, but I don’t care.
  2. Become an excellent skilled Major League Gamer (or, MLG). I love gaming.
  3. Go to Harvard or Yale University. One of the best universities all time.

There are many more goals I’m looking forward to, but for now, let’s just say: And the “List” goes on…

 

Before I end this speech, I would like to thank all the people who’ve helped me throughout all the school years. Here we go!

  1. My teachers. Pre-K to 5th. You have taught me many wonderful things.
  2. My friends. Both Brunswick and Daly. Especially Daly (I’m not comparing, but I’ve been to Daly for 4 years, and Brunswick for 3 years…). Like: Abigail, Jasmine (not the Brunswick Jasmin), Devonis, Lionel, Derek Lee, Darian (♥∇♥), Nyima, and the list goes on.
  3. My family, such as my Mom, my Dad, and my brother, Rafael.
  4. …And the list goes on…

 

Thank you all and remember: “You should never give up. No matter how hard the situation is, always believe that something beautiful is going to happen.”

Thank you everyone. You’ve been a great audience. Have a nice day everyone.
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Career Opinion: Artist

Being an Artist is (Somewhat) important. There’s lots of art tools to use. Also, there’s no rules (except to not break/lose/damage the art tools) in art, so you can do whatever you want with art! Today we currently have paint brushes (tiny, small, medium, large, etc.), pencils and pens, yarn, crochet hook, fabric (to make clothes), etc. Around 1-3 decades, our art tools may get upgraded and get better and better.

In order to become an Artist, you will need to master the following subjects in school (elementary, middle, high (junior and senior).): Art (Obviously), Shop (this is where fabrics and yarn come in), and Home Ec. (Sewing Machines). You will also need a Bachelor’s, Master’s or a higher degree to become an Artist.

There are many tools for an Artist to use! The common tools an artist uses are: pens, pencils, paintbrushes, paint, markers, colored pencils, TONS of paper, and the list goes on.

Artists do have a salary as well, yet some earn more money than others. They receive up to $36,200 at minimum and $45,080 (also received per year) at maximum. Sometimes, Artists receive $42,950 per year.

Artists don’t just use Paint brushes and pencils, they also use art apps, like Photoshop. Using these apps, artists create digital art. This is why we find these weird cartoony kiddie drawings on kids magazines and newspaper. I hate that stuff.

In conclusion, like I said on the introduction, art is (somewhat) important. Yet from 20 years/2 decades from now, art will TOTALLY go to the next level. As if instead of paintbrushes there will be electronic paintbrushes. Art is also like “creativity” with a side order of “hobbies”, “entertainment”, and “peace/love”. You get to have fun making art, when you’re ACTUALLY working. There’s many ways you can do art, and there’s NO RULES in art! Now, let’s enter the rainbow world of art.

Just Desert by Paola


Rachel used to live on the streets of  Tokyo, Japan with the wind whistling and orange, red, and yellow leaves flying along. But now, she lives in a house with friends, or should I call it…”Family”. 3 years ago, Rachel was buried in a town that was deep buried for centuries. A japanese lady went digging up dirt (Her favorite hobby) until she found Rachel, sleeping in the soil. First the lady screamed, suddenly she started to hit Rachel with a shovel (Das gonna hurt; It woke up Rachel). Rachel started to scream and cry because of the pain. Then the lady started to scream again, after 3 minutes the lady started to talk with Rachel. Rachel told the lady that she was a neko/human, the lady could easily tell since she could see cat ears on the top of her head and a cat tail.

Rachel has red hair with orange specks. She was wearing a rainbow shirt and violet cowgirl shorts. She has no shoes on (basically barefooted.) and she looked frightened(FROM ALL THAT HITTING OF THE SHOVEL!).

The lady decided to give her a home, and a Fairytale (Musque De Provence) pumpkin to eat.

“Umm…Thank you?” said Rachel, holding the gorgeous deep mahogany pumpkin.

“You’re welcome.” replied the lady.

Now…

Rachel stared at her bedroom door, lying down on the neon pink bed, a bit cold but hungry.

“I think I shall make some pumpkin pie…” Rachel thought. “I’m going to get the kitchen knife.”

It was midnight, and Rachel just came back home to get the materials for pumpkin pie.

“Okay…The recipe says: Cut the pumpkin into 16 pieces.” said Rachel, reading the pumpkin pie recipe.

She began lowering the knife, and the pumpkin began glowing. Rachel became nervous, but very curious. “I want to know what happens. I don’t care if it’s good or bad, I NEED TO KNOW.” thought Rachel.

She lowered the knife, and it grew even brighter. The knife almost touched the “Fairytale” pumpkin, and it was BLINDING Rachel’s eyes. The pumpkin grew bigger, and opened up a martian green colored portal… which, sucked up Rachel into a different dimension.

Rachel woke up and found herself in a abandoned pumpkin patch. “Ugh… W-where…am…I?” Murmured Rachel, shaking her head due to dizziness. It took a while for Rachel to become normal. But the first second she stopping being dizzy, she wasn’t in her house. “Where am I? And why is this pumpkin here with me?” Rachel said, staring at the pumpkin lying down at her feet. Rachel then picked up the pumpkin and started walking to a town as busy as Tokyo, Japan. Rachel keep walking, exploring the orange houses and stores until she bumped into a huge-floating-talkative pumpkin pie. “Hey! Watch it, kid!” It said, y
elling at Rachel for not looking where she was going. “Ya need to look where ya going.”  

“I’m sorry…um…” Said Rachel, confused. Rachel then asked “Who are you?”

“The name’s DA PUMPKIN PIE. I’m a talking pumpkin pie. And you?”

“I’m Rachel. Nice to meet you!”

“Same here. Now, lemme give you 1 warning here…”

“Huh? What warning?”

“The mayor, He controls the environment. Didn’t you saw the faces of our race?”

Rachel stared at a girl’s face. She was sad, but why is she sad when she’s supposed to be…well…happy?

“Ohhh…I see. I will try and stop him…or her…uh, what gender is the mayor?” said Rachel.

“Male.” Replied the pumpkin pie.

“Then I will stop him!”

“Okay. I’ll help you.”

Rachel and the Pumpkin Pie started walking to the orange house. It is like the white house but it is the color orange and is shaped of the pumpkin carriage from Cinderella and that’s all.

“Wow…That looks like the white house…” Gasped Rachel, gazing at the Orange House.

“Look here…” Said the pumpkin pie.

“Huh?”

“It says: Welcome to the Orange House!  This is where the Mayor lives.”

“Then we are here!”

“Hurry, anyone could catch us. Let’s go!”

Rachel and the Pumpkin Pie hurried to the Orange House, reaching for the Mayor’s office. They almost reached the office until both notice a maid, crying with 1 Neon pumpkin and 1 Orange Smoothie pumpkin.

“We should help her.” whispered Rachel.

“You’re right. This may be a sign that the Mayor’s actions are…dangerous.” Replied the Pumpkin Pie.

Rachel and the Pumpkin Pie walked closer, but backed up 3 steps, since the maid might say “Go away…”

“Umm…*Ahem*” murmured Rachel, loud enough that the maid could hear her.

“Uhh…hello…”Said the maid, wiping her tears off. “ And how did you get here that fast? Visitors basically enter after taking the ‘Innocently Test.’”

“There was no guards out, I guess?”

“Ohh..I see. You must be Rachel.”

“How did you know my name? Just asking.”

“The mayor knows anything, and he was the one who dragged you into our world…”

Rachel and the maid kept talking, the maid told Rachel her name was Pumpie Kins.

“Please let this be over…I’m getting impatient.” thought the Pumpkin Pie.

10 minutes later… Pumpie opened the doors to the mayor’s office.

“Before you go in, I shall give you a warning: Nobody made it out of his office. They only go in there for death. Which, is why thousands disappear in our town every month. Be careful, now!” Warned Pumpie.

“Um…Thank you.” Replied Rachel, nervously.

The doors were now shut. Both Rachel and the Pumpkin Pie was walking cautiously, until… “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Rachel…With the delish pie…” A voice said.

“Who’s there?” Yelled Rachel, looking around the pitch black room, dripping with reds and mahoganys.

I am the mayor, you must be here for you R.I.P. But don’t worry: One of us will survive. And that would be…Me.

“No…I’m not here for that…”

Then What? You must die! You are a disgrace to Both worlds: Tokyo and Pumpkinlandia!

WHAT?!

The reason…was that when she was little, she messed up all the time! The worst of them all was that she blew up her own TOWN! Yup, you heard me: SHE BLEW UP HER OWN TOWN WITH TNT AND WORSE!!!

Calmly, Rachel said “No…that was someone el–” Rachel saw a sword, lying on the floor. She picks up the sword, hiding it behind her back.

What’cha got there? Tell me or I will end you!” Screeched the Mayor. “You’re Hiding something! Show It or DIE!!!

“Sure, just close your eyes…and–” Rachel said in a creepy tone.

STAB! That was the end of the mayor…for LIFE. A portal opened up, and sucked Rachel up. Luckily, she managed to grab the tip of the portal.

“Where are you going? Where will that portal take you?!” Yelled the Pumpkin Pie.

“Home!” Replied Rachel, loudly. Rachel then lost her grip, screaming “AHH!”.

Rachel fell down on the floor of her home, and right before the portal closes, her 2 friends (Pumpkin Pie and Pumpie) jumped through the portal. The 3 pumpkins: Orange Smoothie, FairyTale, and Neon came too.

“Huh? How are you here?” Said Rachel, shocked that the Pumpkin Pie and Pumpie are standing on the living room floor.

“We managed to jump in.” Replied Pumpie.

Rachel noticed the pumpkins. She had forgotten the pumpkin pie recipe all this time.

“Hand me those pumpkins. I’ll be right back with something better.” Ordered Rachel.

Rachel read the list again:

 

  1. Cut your pumpkin in 16 pieces.
  2. Blend ½ of the pieces until it looks diced-up.
  3. Add cinnamon on the diced up pumpkin sauce.
  4. Add the sauce in your pan.
  5. Use the other ½ (1 piece of pumpkin shall remain.) of the pieces and put on top of pumpkin filling.
  6. Use Pie base and stack it on top of filling
  7. Get last piece of pumpkin and put it on top for decoration.
  8. Put it in the oven up to 350°F, place pumpkin pie and wait 1 hour and 30 minutes. (If it is a microwave, put temperature for 400°F and wait 1 hour.)
  9. Check pie every 20 minutes until pie base looks bright golden.
  10. Cut up pie and enjoy!

 

Rachel has successfully made 3 pumpkin pies, each with its unique taste.

“I’m back!” Rachel called as she entered the living room, finding Pumpie and Pumpkin Pie sitting on the couch.

“Oh goodie! What is that?” Asked Pumpie, staring at the 3 pumpkin pies, sitting on top of Rachel’s arms.

“These…are delicious pies. Would you like to try one?” Explained Rachel, holding the pies.

“Yes, please!” Pumpie and Pumpkin pie replied.

For the rest of the morning (It was 6:30 am, don’t judge me.), they enjoyed delicious pumpkin pie…well, for breakfast.

My Clear Spring Park Opinion

シ In my opinion, Clear Spring Park in Germantown has negative human characteristics due to fights, Teens, litter, graffiti, etc. Yet Clear Spring has a beautiful setting, it could get ruined/polluted/destroyed by people. I, have some examples/a story/an explanation on why Clear Spring Park has a negative Human Characteristic.

 

Ex. 1: Families go to Clear Spring Park for picnics, having fun with the playground (Kids), etc. Until… the Teens come and take over, telling all kids on the basketball court to scram off and never come back so they can play basketball, which could get in a serious fight.

 

Ex. 2: The Tobacco Rule. It gets broken by both teens and adults, DO THEY NOT CARE ABOUT HEALTH?! OR KIDS?! No? Wow, that’s just sad, kids will think smoking is a normal thing and it will go ENDLESS. *Sighs*
In conclusion, It is best to ban Teens from Clear Spring Park, which will make it a positive characteristic. Which, is why Clear Spring Park is Negative.

My Opinion about drinking

In my opinion, the police shall give a fine/fee of no more than nearly $10,000 to drunk drivers due to drinking too much and getting in the car after drinking, not only that, but smoking in the car (WITH KIDS IN THE CAR) shall be banned. (I have to admit I’m actually glad the government didn’t ban smoking, since that smokers will smoke inside their houses…)

DRINKING IS BAD. Why? Drinking alcohol is bad enough, but once you get in the car and start DWI (Driving While Intoxicated), man, something TERRIBLE could happen when you get caught by the police. Warning: There is 99% chance that police could detect alcohol in your breath.

Obviously, Some of us humans were curious: What would happen if the police does catch you with alcohol on your breath? Well, you get arrested if the blood alcohol content (BAC) is .08% or higher. Yet you have to take the very-ridiculous-and-embarrassing test (Hopping on one foot, telling the alphabet (A,B,C), etc.), Sorry, but you have to or get sent to court (WARNING!: Lawyers!!!)

The result is a jail time as well (besides court). A jail time is set due to how much blood alcohol content is on your breath (low, normal, high). Here it is!:

  • Low: 6 months-1 year
  • Normal: 9 months- 1 year
  • High: 1 year- 3 years

Sometimes, Life is never fair, especially if you are drinking while driving (Never Drink while driving).
In conclusion, Drinking isn’t good, and you will get sent to court if you don’t do the very-ridiculous-and-embarrassing test. Which, is why police officers should give a fine/fee of no more than $10,000 to drunk drivers.

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