AHW 12\19\13

Bigfoot
When we finally got there after about 1 or 2 hours of drriving I got out of our car and streched my back, legs and arms in the open area we were parked in.  I went around to the back of the car and grabed my gun and bullets.  To test it out I waled 13 paces away from the car and fired up into the sky hitting a innocent goose in my attempt.  Concluding that my gun was prefectly fine I walked back over to the car where my dad was waiting having already tested it. We set off. As soon as my feet touched the rich hunting soil I could feel all the power I had kept stored inside of me for 1 week being released as we set off into the forest unknown.

12\19\13

Today in class it was A&E thursday. But since we did not go to be media center yesterday we had to go today and I did not get to present:-(.

AHW 12\18\13

Bigfoot
Some people think that Bigfoot is a myth but not me. I know he is real because this is the story about the time I saw the mythical creature Bigfoot.
It was a normal Sunday, I woke up at 6:30 and had my favorite Double Chocolate Krave for breakfast.  Like always on Sundays I would go hunting with my dad for the weeks meals. We left a little earlier ten we did most of the time because we had a lot more hunting to do.  I stepped outside into the cold outdoors and let the breeze ripple through my jacket. I grabbed my gun from the shed I had made with my dad we I was a boy and climbed into our station wagon.  I chucked my gun into the back of the car as my dad started it up and we lurched forward towards the sacred hunting ground or in my case the home of Bigfoot.

12\18\13

Today in class we worked on finding credible resources for our debate pieces.

AHW 12\17\13

Short Story
One day there was a man that lived in a tree. By night he was a dare devil and went parachuting off of air planes, but by day he was a coward. He would lock himself up in his room, and to afraid of his own shadow he would curl up in a corner and not do to sleep.  But this man was very straight forward and when there was something he wanted to do he would do it. Like, eating the most hotdogs in one  minute, climbing up Mount Everest, jumping off the moon, flying to the moon and being the oldest man alive. His name was Mr. Dering.

12\17\13

Today we learned a lot in class.

AHW 12\16\13

Short Story

One day there was a old man that sat on his porch eating a apple.  Now most people would think that this man was normal but in fact he held the key to the most precious thing in history. The goldan can. But the golden can was locked away under the city's fontain guarded by a hude Honey Bee and a man that had a shodow shaped like a monster and when you saw the creatures you would go running.  This man lived in a tower shaped like a castle that looked over the fountain. But he was always to afraid to go to sleep for the fear that a scary parachuting man would drop down and steel his beloved tresure.

12\16\13

Year-Round Schools
By Megan

No, I do not think we should year-round schools. I think it is not a good idea because we would have about amount of school we already have and it would increase the amount of money you have to pay to run the school by a lot.
Plus, I get tired of school and want to have more days off so I can go on vacation, go to the summer camps, and other cool places.  Superintendent in a year-round district agrees by saying '"take your vacation." Evidently, two of his three principals always take all of their vacation days. "One of the principals doesn't," he said, "and he sometimes looks like he's on his last leg."'
Year-round calendar with its many breaks offers more opportunities for kids forgot the things they are learning and it would also lead to not getting as much learning in at once as you do at regular schools. So I conclude that year round schools are a bad idea that should not be carried out.

AHW 12\15\13

Short Story [made with Rory's Story Cubes]

Along time ago in a town not far from here a little girl named Kasy sat on her deck out looking the city.  The deck had a great view especilly at night when you could see the bright lights of the fountain in the center of the city.  Now Kasy was rich and had a lot of money, her dad was a time keeper and no it is not funny.  Now earlyer that day as she was eating a apple she got a letter that said she had to go to the mall to get her foot printed.  Back in those days everyone did it so you would know who was who and who didn't.  She went to the mall and got in a line behind a a turtle like man and a man like fish. She stood there all day and when she was done she went back to her house and went to bed exusted from the day she had just lived

AHW 12/14/13

Another Kasy Story
It was my birthday, I sat at the kitchen table planning my plan of attack to open the presents that sat before me.  I would go smallest to largest, no, largest to smallest. Way did the decission have to be sooooooo hard I thought. "Ok are you ready?" my mom asked. I noded my head as I leaned forward to grasp the rattling present infront of me. Slowely I undid the small bow that held it together. I tore part of the raping paper off and opened the box. I nearly blacked out when I saw the present that was set before me. I leaned forward looking inside the box and let out a silent sqeaul of joy.

12/13/13

Today we had a spelling bee and it was fun.

AHW 12/13/13

Today is my B-day. I am in LA right now. I can't wait for tonight I am going to the Annie play.

We just finished the spelling bee and Vivian won! She is also playing July in the play tonight.  So far the day has been awesome and my birthday treat is sugar cookies with frosting on them and sprinkles. I can't wait!

12/12/13

Today was the first day of R&E Thursday.

AHW 12/12/13

Personal Naritive
It has been a crazy day so far. I woke up at 5:15 and I am soooooooo tired. When I got to school I was early and had no ware to go. It was a late start so I went to kids club. Then to make things even worse math was canceled and instead we had to see a live social studies broadcast (not that that is a bad thing.). Then we had lunch which I felt like happened way to early.  Just a few minutes ago we finished a Social Studies test which I feel like I did awesome on. Now am writing this piece which I hope you enjoyed!

AHW 12/11/13

Short Story (continued)
As my great grandfather rose up before me and looked me right in the eye, his piercing gaze burning a hole in my soul he bellowed,
" Kasy Bethan Dargit do you know what you have just done?" I could feel all the eyes of my family drilling me. A single tear rolled down my cheek as I shot a horrible look at my pesky sister. He continued,
"you have just betrayed the custom that our family has followed since before I was born and for that I must sadly give you the worst punishment nown to man, Kasy you are officially banished from this and any Thanksgiving dinner from now on."

12/11/13

Year-Round Schools

By Megan

No, I do not think we should year-round schools. I think it is not a good idea because we would have about amount of school we already have. Plus, I get tired of school and want to have more days off so I can go on vacation, go to the summer camps, and other cool places.  Year-round calendar with its many breaks offers more opportunities for kids forgot the things they are learning and it would also lead to not getting as much learning in at once as you do at regular schools.

AHW 12/10/13

Short Story

I looked at the plate shimmering before me.  It was like a all you could eat buffet at on place but I new I had to wait and that the magnificent feast would not begin till every one was seated.  But knowing that I could not bare it any longer I stuck my finger into my jello and pulled out the peaches my Aunt had put in the middle.  As I stuck my finger into my mouth I could see my sisters gaw dropping open.
"Kasy is eating!" she screamed at the top of her lungs I could feel all eyes turning on me and all at once I knew I had just made the biggest mistake of my life.

AHW 12/9/13

4 days!

4 days till my special day! My birthday! A am soooooooo anxious I could burst! But I have to be patient.  My birthday is special this year, it is on Friday the 13th.  Most people think that it will be a unlucky day but for me it I special!  On Friday I am also going to be in the Spelling BEE we are having as a class.  To make it even better I am going to see the Annie JR. play with my Girl Scout troop and my friend Vivian is in it.  She is playing a orphan named July.  I can't wait!

12/9/13

Year-Round Schools

No, I do not think we should year-round schools. I think it is not a good idea because we would have about amount of school we already have. Plus, I get tired of school and want to have more days off so I can go on vacation, go to the summer camps, and other cool places.  Year-round calendar with its many breaks offers more opportunities for kids forgot the things they are learning

12/3/13

Today in class we read Battle Bunny! We also worked on our DRN.

12/2/13

We worked on arguments today.

Thanksgiving Poem

Thanksgiving Thanks Performance:

11/25/13

   Thanksgiving Thanks

                                                                      By Megan C.

I am thankful for my mom, because she loves me so

I am thankful for my dad, because he tells me to go! (In swimming)

I am thankful for my sisters, because there so good to me

I thankful for my dog, because of how she is never mean

I am thankful for my friends, because they help me through (tough times)

I am thankful for my food, cause it is always good and new 

I am thankful for candy, because it is sooooo sweet

I am thankful for swimming, because of all the meets

I am thankful for my bed because it is so warm and cozy

I am thankful for horses, especially the ponies

I am thankful for amusement parks, and how they are wicked fun

I am thankful for the world, and well, everyone!

I was working on the video today

My finished Performance Piece

My finished Performance Piece

My Final Piece

Megan Clifford
9/10/13
Mr. Joseph

The Fishing Fiasco
My Published Piece

It was a burning summer day at the Canadian Lakes and the boats were whipping around the lake so fast I could not count.  The crystal clear water was sparkling in the 100 degree heat, and I was on the dock fishing with my sister and cousin.  I flung my worm covered hook into the sparkling water and waited wondering if I would ever get a tug.  I looked into to the light green, clear water and saw fish swarming the hook tugging biting at it, pushing and bumping each other out of the way, reminding me of ants attracted to a bread crum.  That's when I felt it, a tug.  Yanked out of my daydream I reacted quickly, reeling in my line as quickly and swiftly as I could.  As the hook broke the surface I could see another flopping around, gasping for air blue gill, struggling to stay alive.
  "Mom," I called, "I got another one!"
My mom rushed over to the end of the hot silver dock and took the struggling fish grasping it tightly in the palm of her hand.  As she did this she told me
"this is the third one you got today soon you will have caught all the fish in the lake!"
"Hey, I can't help it if I am an awesome fisher!" I laughed.
She took the needle like hook out of the fish's lip and threw it back into the water.  In seconds it was gone, swimming farther and farther away from us giants.  I was just about to fling my line out again when I noticed all the bait was gone!
 "Great," I thought
"time to get messy."
I walked over to the worms that were at the end of the dock in a little styrofoam bowl struggling to get out.  I laid my pol on the overcrowded dock and reached for a worm remembering earlier that day.  My mom was showing me how to put bait on the hook.  She reached for a worm and slowly folded it onto the hook and looking pretty proud of her self she handed me the pole and walked away.  Following these instructions carefully I finally managed to grab one of the slippery creatures and to make it easier I cut it into two equal halves.  I folded one of the halves in half and slowly and carefully started to put it on my hook.
Just as my sister was walking by, she kicked my fishing pole (on accident) and the hook went into my left pointer finger.  I let out a scream as I struggled to take it out.  My mom turned upon hearing my scream and saw my finger gushing blood onto the rest of my hand.  With tears streaming down my face, I griped my wrist with my other hand, and raced up the stairs to the closest bathroom we could get to, to get my disgustingly bloody hand washed off and bandaged and hopefully fixed.  Thinking that entire time, that was the end of our fishing trip.

11/15/13

I was working on my story telling piece today with Mrs. Clark.

11/13/13

Megan Clifford
9/10/13
Mr. Joseph

The Fishing Fiasco

It was a burning summer day at the Canadian Lakes and the boats were whipping around the lake so fast I could not count.  The crystal clear water was sparkling in the 100 degree heat, and I was on the dock fishing with my sister and cousin.  I flung my worm covered hook into the sparkling water and waited wondering if I would ever get a tug.  I looked into to the light green, clear water and saw fish swarming the hook tugging biting at it, pushing and bumping each other out of the way, reminding me of ants attracted to a bread crum.  That's when I felt it, a tug.  Yanked out of my daydream I reacted quickly, reeling in my line as quickly and swiftly as I could.  As the hook broke the surface I could see another flopping around, gasping for air blue gill, struggling to stay alive.
  "Mom," I called, "I got another one!"
My mom rushed over to the end of the hot silver dock and took the struggling fish grasping it tightly in the palm of her hand.  As she did this she told me
"this is the third one you got today soon you will have caught all the fish in the lake!"
"Hey, I can't help it if I am an awesome fisher!" I laughed.
She took the needle like hook out of the fish's lip and threw it back into the water.  In seconds it was gone, swimming farther and farther away from us giants.  I was just about to fling my line out again when I noticed all the bait was gone!
 "Great," I thought
"time to get messy."
I walked over to the worms that were at the end of the dock in a little styrofoam bowl struggling to get out.  I laid my pol on the overcrowded dock and reached for a worm remembering earlier that day.  My mom was showing me how to put bait on the hook.  She reached for a worm and slowly folded it onto the hook and looking pretty proud of her self she handed me the pole and walked away.  Following these instructions carefully I finally managed to grab one of the slippery creatures and to make it easier I cut it into two equal halves.  I folded one of the halves in half and slowly and carefully started to put it on my hook.
Just as my sister was walking by, she kicked my fishing pole (on accident) and the hook went into my left pointer finger.  I let out a scream as I struggled to take it out.  My mom turned upon hearing my scream and saw my finger gushing blood onto the rest of my hand.  With tears streaming down my face, I griped my wrist with my other hand, and raced up the stairs to the closest bathroom we could get to, to get my disgustingly bloody hand washed off and bandaged and hopefully fixed.  Thinking that entire time, that was the end of our fishing trip.

11/12/13

Megan Clifford
9/10/13
Mr. Joseph

The Fishing Fiasco

It was a burning summer day at the Canadian Lakes and the boats were whipping around the lake so fast I could not count.  The crystal clear water was sparkling in the 100 degree heat, and I was on the dock fishing with my sister and cousin.  I flung my worm covered hook into the sparkling water and waited wondering if I would ever get a tug.  I looked into to the light green, clear water and saw fish swarming the hook tugging biting at it, pushing and bumping each other out of the way, reminding me of ants attracted to a bread crum.  That's when I felt it, a tug.  Yanked out of my daydream I reacted quickly, reeling in my line as quickly and swiftly as I could.  As the hook broke the surface I could see another flopping around, gasping for air blue gill, struggling to stay alive.
  "Mom," I called, "I got another one!"
My mom rushed over to the end of the hot silver dock and took the struggling fish grasping it tightly in the palm of her hand.  As she did this she told me
"this is the third one you got today soon you will have caught all the fish in the lake!"
"Hey, I can't help it if I am an awesome fisher!" I laughed.
She took the needle like hook out of the fish's lip and threw it back into the water.  In seconds it was gone, swimming farther and farther away from us giants.  I was just about to fling my line out again when I noticed all the bait was gone!
 "Great," I thought
"time to get messy."
I walked over to the worms that were at the end of the dock in a little styrofoam bowl struggling to get out.  I laid my pol on the overcrowded dock and reached for a worm remembering earlier that day.  My mom was showing me how to put bait on the hook.  She reached for a worm and slowly folded it onto the hook and looking pretty proud of her self she handed me the pole and walked away.  Following these instructions carefully I finally managed to grab one of the slippery creatures and to make it easier I cut it into two equal halves.  I folded one of the halves in half and slowly and carefully started to put it on my hook.
Just as my sister was walking by, she kicked my fishing pole (on accident) and the hook went into my left pointer finger.  I let out a scream as I struggled to take it out.  My mom turned upon hearing my scream and saw my finger gushing blood onto the rest of my hand.  With tears streaming down my face, I griped my wrist with my other hand, and raced up the stairs to the closest bathroom we could get to, to get my disgustingly bloody hand washed off and bandaged and hopefully fixed.  Thinking that entire time, that was the end of our fishing trip.

11/8/13

Megan Clifford
9/10/13
Mr. Joseph

The Fishing Fiasco

It was a burning summer day at the Canadian Lakes and the boats were whipping around the lake so fast I could not count.  The crystal clear water was sparkling in the 100 degree heat, and I was on the dock fishing with my sister and cousin.  I flung my worm covered hook into the sparkling water and waited wondering if I would ever get a tug.  I looked into to the light green, clear water and saw fish swarming the hook tugging biting at it, pushing and bumping each other out of the way, reminding me of ants attracted to a bread crum.  That's when I felt it, a tug.  Yanked out of my daydream I reacted quickly, reeling in my line as quickly and swiftly as I could.  As the hook broke the surface I could see another flopping around, gasping for air blue gill, struggling to stay alive.
  "Mom," I called, "I got another one!"
My mom rushed over to the end of the hot silver dock and took the struggling fish grasping it tightly in the palm of her hand.  As she did this she told me
"this is the third one you got today soon you will have caught all the fish in the lake!" "Hey, I can't help it if I am an awesome fisher!" I laughed.
She took the needle like hook out of the fish's lip and threw it back into the water.  In seconds it was gone, swimming farther and farther away from us giants.  I was just about to fling my line out again when I noticed all the bait was gone!  "Great," I thought "time to get messy."
I walked over to the worms that were at the end of the dock in a little styrofoam bowl struggling to get out.  I laid my pol on the overcrowded dock and reached for a worm.  When I finally managed to grab one of the slippery creatures I cut it into two equal halves.  I folded one of the halves in half and slowly and carefully started to put it on my hook.
Just as my sister was walking by, she kicked my fishing pole (on accident) and the hook went into my left pointer finger.  I let out a scream as I struggled to take it out.  My mom turned upon hearing my scream and saw my finger gushing blood onto the rest of my hand.  With tears streaming down my face, I griped my wrist with my other hand, and raced up the stairs to the closest bathroom we could get to, to get my disgustingly bloody hand washed off and bandaged and hopefully fixed.  Thinking that entire time, that was the end of our fishing trip.

11/7/13

Megan Clifford
9/10/13
Mr. Joseph

The Fishing Fiasco

It was a burning summer day at the Canadian Lakes and the boats were whipping around the lake so fast I could not count.  The crystal clear water was sparkling in the 100 degree heat, and I was on the dock fishing with my sister and cousin.  I flung my worm covered hook into the sparkling water and waited wondering if I would ever get a tug.  I looked into to the light green, clear water and saw fish swarming the hook tugging biting at it, pushing and bumping each other out of the way, reminding me of ants attracted to a bread crum.  That's when I felt it, a tug.  Yanked out of my daydream I reacted quickly, reeling in my line as quickly and swiftly as I could.  As the hook broke the surface I could see another flopping around, gasping for air blue gill, struggling to stay alive.
  "Mom," I called, "I got another one!"
My mom rushed over to the end of the hot silver dock and took the struggling fish grasping it tightly in the palm of her hand.  As she did this she told me
"this is the third one you got today soon you will have caught all the fish in the lake!" "Hey, I can't help it if I am an awesome fisher!" I laughed.
She took the needle like hook out of the fish's lip and threw it back into the water.  In seconds it was gone, swimming farther and farther away from us giants.  I was just about to fling my line out again when I noticed all the bait was gone!  "Great," I thought "time to get messy."
I walked over to the worms that were at the end of the dock in a little styrofoam bowl struggling to get out.  I laid my pol on the overcrowded dock and reached for a worm.  When I finally managed to grab one of the slippery creatures I cut it into two equal halves.  I folded one of the halves in half and slowly and carefully started to put it on my hook.
Just as my sister was walking by, she kicked my fishing pole (on accident) and the hook went into my left pointer finger.  I let out a scream as I struggled to take it out.  My mom turned upon hearing my scream and saw my finger gushing blood onto the rest of my hand.  With tears streaming down my face, I griped my wrist with my other hand, and raced up the stairs to the closest bathroom we could get to, to get my disgustingly bloody hand washed off and bandaged and hopefully fixed.  Thinking that entire time, that was the end of our fishing trip.

11/4/13

Megan Clifford
9/10/13
Mr. Joseph

The Fishing Fiasco

It was a burning summer day at Canadian Lakes and the boats were whipping around the lake so fast I could not count.  The crystal clear water was sparkling in the 100 degree heat and I was on the dock fishing with my sister and cousin.  I flung my worm covered hook into the sparkling water and waited wondering if I would ever get a tug.  I looked into to the light green, clear water and saw fish swarming the hook tugging biting at it, pushing and bumping each other out of the way, reminding me of ants attracted to a bread crum.  Thats when I felt it, a tug.  Yanked out of my day dream I reacted quickly, reeling in my line as quickly and swiftly as I could.  As the hook broke the surface I could see another flopping around, gasping for air blue gill, struggling to stay alive.
  "Mom," I called "I got another one!"
My mom rushed over to the end of the hot silver dock and took the struggling fish grasping it tightly in the palm of her hand.  As she did this she told me
"this is the third one you got today soon you will have caught all the fish in the lake!" "Hey I can't help it if I am a awesome fisher!" I laughed.
She took the needle like hook out of the fishes lip and threw it back into the water.  In seconds it was gone, swimming farther and farther away from us giants.  I was just about to fling my line out again when I noticed all the bait was gone!  "Great," I thought "time to get messy."
I walked over to the worms that were at the end of the dock in a little styrofoam bowl struggling to get out.  I laid my pol on the overcrowded dock and reached for a worm.  When I finally managed to grab one of the slippery creatures I cut it into two equal halves.  I folded one of the halves in half and slowly and carefully started to put it on my hook.
Just as my sister, was walking by she kicked my fishing pole (on accident) and the hook went into my left pointer finger.  I let out a scream as I struggled to take it out.  My mom turned upon hearing my scream and saw my finger gushing blood onto the rest of my hand.  With tears streaming down my face I griped my wrist with my other hand and raced up the stairs to the closest bathroom we could get to, to get my disgustingly bloody hand washed off and bandaged and hopefully fixed.  Thinking that entire time, that was the end of our fishing trip.

11/1/13

Trick or Treat!

A shiver ran down my back as I ran across the street to the next house I planned to get a bucket load of candy from.  As I ran across the street the darkness swallowed me up, engulfing me in pitch black.  When my eyes finally adjusted to the midnight blackness I ran up to the door of my next candy giver and putting on my most charming smile I rang the door bell.
" Trick or Treat!"  I called loud enough so the entire neighborhood could hear.  Glancing in the window I could see a nice looking lady in jeans and a black and white t-shirt hurrying towards the door.  She grabbed a bowl of mega sized Chocolate bars, Swedish Fish, and sour punch candy on her way.  The door opened soundlessly and I looked inside.
"Happy Halloween!" she said happily handing me a King Sized Hershey's chocolate bar.  I gleamed with excitement smiling nicely and took the candy bar from her.
"Wow, thanks". I said as I bounded down the stairs of her house.  Wiping little bits of water from my face I started across the street again towards my Mom, Dad, and both of my sisters that were waiting for me.  As I bounded toward them the darkness coughing me up and spitting me out right in front of my next victims house.  And leaving me to think 'this will be the best Halloween ever.'

10/31/13

Megan Clifford
9/10/13
Mr. Joseph

The Fishing Fiasco

(I revised only)
It was a burning summer day at Canadian Lakes and the boats were whipping around the lake so fast I could not count.  The crystal clear water was sparkling in the 100 degree heat and I was on the dock fishing with my sister and cousin.  I flung my worm covered hook into the sparkling water and waited wondering if I would ever get a tug.  I looked into to the light green, clear water and saw fish swarming the hook tugging biting at it, pushing and bumping each other out of the way, reminding me of ants attracted to a bread crum.  Thats when I felt it, a tug.  Yanked out of my day dream I reacted quickly, reeling in my line as quickly and swiftly as I could.  As the hook broke the surface I could see another flopping around, gasping for air blue gill, struggling to stay alive.
  "Mom!" I called "I got another one!"
My mom rushed over to the end of the hot silver dock and took the struggling fish grasping it tightly in the palm of her hand.  As she did this she told me
"this is the third one you got today soon you will have caught all the fish in the lake!" "Hey I can't help it if I am a awesome fisher!" I laughed.
She took the needle like hook out of the fishes lip and threw it back into the water.  In seconds it was gone, swimming farther and farther away from us giants.  I was just about to fling my line out again when I noticed all the bait was gone!  "Great," I thought "time to get messy."
I walked over to the worms that were at the end of the dock in a little styrofoam bowl struggling to get out, giving me a picture in my head of prisoners trying to escape from a jail and that jail being Alcatraz, and Alcatraz reminding me of the triathlon my dad did in San Fransico called 'The Escape from Alcatraz.  I laid my pol on the overcrowded dock and reached for a worm.  When I finally managed to grab one of the slippery creatures I cut it into two equal halves.  I folded one of the halves in half and slowly and carefully started to put it on my hook.
Just as my sister, was walking by kicked my fishing pol (on accident) and the hook went into my left pointer finger.  I let out a scream as I struggled to take it out.  My mom turned upon hearing my scream and saw my finger gushing blood onto the rest of my hand.  With tears streaming down my face I griped my wrist with my other hand and raced up the stairs to the closest bathroom we could get to, to get my disgustingly bloody hand washed off and bandaged and hopefully fixed.  Thinking that entire time, that was the end of our fishing trip.

10/29/13

Megan Clifford
9/10/13
Mr. Joseph

The Fishing Fiasco

(I revised only)
It was a burning summer day at Canadian Lakes and the boats were whipping around the lake so fast I could not count.  The crystal clear water was sparkling in the 100 degree heat and I was on the dock fishing with my sister and cousin.  I flung my worm covered hook into the sparkling water and waited wondering if I would ever get a tug.  I looked into to the light green, clear water and saw fish swarming the hook tugging biting at it, pushing and bumping each other out of the way, reminding me of ants attracted to a bread crum.  Thats when I felt it, a tug.  Yanked out of my day dream I reacted quickly, reeling in my line as quickly and swiftly as I could.  As the hook broke the surface I could see another flopping around, gasping for air blue gill, struggling to stay alive.
  "Mom!" I called
"I got another one!" my mom rushed over to the end of the hot silver dock and took the struggling fish grasping it tightly in the palm of her hand.  As she did this she told me
"this is the third one you got today soon you will have caught all the fish in the lake!" "Hey I can't help it if I am a awesome fisher!" I laughed.
She took the needle like hook out of the fishes lip and threw it back into the water.  In seconds it was gone, swimming farther and farther away from us giants.  I was just about to fling my line out again when I noticed all the bait was gone!  "Great," I thought "time to get messy."
I walked over to the worms that were at the end of the dock in a little styrofoam bowl struggling to get out, giving me a picture in my head of prisoners trying to escape from a jail and that jail being Alcatraz, and Alcatraz reminding me of the triathlon my dad did in San Fransico called 'The Escape from Alcatraz.  I laid my pol on the overcrowded dock and reached for a worm.  When I finally managed to grab one of the slippery creatures I cut it into two equal halves.  I folded one of the halves in half and slowly and carefully started to put it on my hook.
Just as my sister, was walking by kicked my fishing pol (on accident) and the hook went into my left pointer finger.  I let out a scream as I struggled to take it out.  My mom turned upon hearing my scream and saw my finger gushing blood onto the rest of my hand.  With tears streaming down my face I griped my wrist with my other hand and raced up the stairs to the closest bathroom we could get to, to get my disgustingly bloody hand washed off and bandaged and hopefully fixed.  Thinking that entire time, that was the end of our fishing trip.

10/25/13

Megan Clifford
9/10/13
Mr. Joseph

The Fishing Fiasco

It was a burning summer day at Canadian Lakes and the boats were whipping around the lake so fast I could not count.  The crystal clear water was sparkling in the 100 degree heat and I was on the dock fishing with my sister and cousin.  I flung my worm covered hook into the sparkling water and waited wondering if I would ever get a tug.  I looked into to the light green, clear water and saw fish swarming the hook tugging biting at it, pushing and bumping each other out of the way, reminding me of ants attracted to a bread crum.  Thats when I felt it, a tug.  Yanked out of my day dream I reacted quickly, reeling in my line as quickly and swiftly as I could.  As the hook broke the surface I could see another flopping around, gasping for air blue gill, struggling to stay alive.
  "Mom!" I called
"I got another one!" my mom rushed over to the end of the hot silver dock and took the struggling fish grasping it tightly in the palm of her hand.  As she did this she told me
"this is the third one you got today soon you will have caught all the fish in the lake!"
"Hey I can't help it if I am a awesome fisher!" I laughed.
She took the needle like hook out of the fishes lip and through it back into the water.  In seconds it was gone, swimming farther and farther away from us giants.  I was just about to fling my line out again when I noticed all the bait was gone!  "Great," I thought "time to get messy."
I walked over to the worms that were at the end of the dock in a little styrofoam bowl struggling to get out, giving me a picture in my head of prisoners trying to escape from a jail and that jail being
Alcatraz, and Alcatraz reminding me of the triathlon my dad did in San Fransico called 'The Escape from Alcatraz.  I laid my pol on the overcrowded dock and reached for a worm.  When I finally managed to grab one of the slippery creatures I cut it into two equal halves.  I folded one of the halves in half and slowly and carefully started to put it on my hook.
Just as my sister, was walking by kicked my fishing pol (on accident) and the hook went into my left pointer finger.  I let out a scream as I struggled to take it out.  My mom turned upon hearing my scream and saw my finger gushing blood onto the rest of my hand.  With tears streaming down my face I griped my wrist with my other hand and raced up the stairs to the closest bathroom we could get to, to get my disgustingly bloody hand washed off and bandaged and hopefully fixed.  Thinking that entire time, that was the end of our fishing trip.

Megan Clifford

9/10/13
Mr. Joseph

Small Moment

(Before)
It was a burning summer day at Canadian Lakes and the boats were whipping around the lake so fast I could not count.  The crystal clear water was sparkling in the 100 degree heat and I was on the dock fishing with my sister and cousin.  I flung my worm covered hook into the sparkling water and waited wondering if I would ever get a tug.  I looked into to the light green, clear water and saw fish swarming the hook tugging biting at it, pushing and bumping each other out of the way, reminding me of ants attracted to a bread crum.  Thats when I felt it, a tug.  Yanked out of my day dream I reacted quickly, reeling in my line as quickly and swiftly as I could.  As the hook broke the surface I could see another flopping around, gasping for air blue gill, struggling to stay alive.  "Mom!" I called "I got another one!" my mom rushed over to the end of the hot silver dock and took the struggling fish grasping it tightly in the palm of her hand.  As she did this she told me "this is the third one you got today soon you will have caught all  She took the needle like hook out of the fishes lip and through it back into the water.  In seconds it was gone, swimming farther and farther away from us giants.  I was just about to fling my line out again when I noticed all the bait was gone!  Slightly disappointed I ventured over to the only bait we had and the most disgusting at that, worms.  I laid my pol on the overcrowded dock and reached for a worm.  When I finally managed to grab one of the slippery creatures I cut it into two equal halves.  I folded one of the halves in half and slowly and carefully started to put it on my hook when my sister, as she was walking by kicked my fishing pol (on accident) and the hook went into my left pointer finger.  I let out a scream as I struggled to take it out.  My mom turned upon hearing my scream and saw my finger gushing blood onto the rest of my hand.  With tears streaming down my face I griped my rist with my other hand and raced up the stairs to the closest bathroom we could get to, to get my disgustingly bloody hand washed off and bandaged and hopefully fixed.  But all I knew was that was the end of our fishing trip.

Megan Clifford
9/10/13
Mr. Joseph

Small Moment

(old version)
It was a burning summer day at Canadian Lakes and the boats were whipping around the lake so fast I could not count.  The crystal clear water was sparkling in the 100 degree heat and I was on the dock fishing with my sister and cousin.  I flung my worm covered hook into the sparkling water and waited.  I looked into to the light green, clear water and saw fish swarming the hook tugging biting at it, pushing and bumping each other out of the way, reminding me of ants attracted to a bread crum.  Thats when I felt a tug.  Yanked out of my day dream I reacted quickly, reeling in my line as quickly and swiftly as I could.  As the hook broke the surface I could see another flopping around, gasping for air blue gill, struggling to stay alive.  I called for my mom who came over to the end of the hot silver dock and took the struggling fish grasping it tightly in the palm of her hand.  She took the needle like hook out of the fishes lip and through it back into the water.  In seconds it was gone, swimming farther and farther away from us giants.  I was just about to fling my line out again when I noticed all the bait was gone!  Slightly disappointed I ventured over to the only bait we had and the most disgusting at that, worms.  I laid my pol on the overcrowded dock and reached for a worm.  When I finally managed to grab one of the slippery creatures I cut it into two equal halves.  I folded one of the halves in half and slowly and carefully started to put it on my hook when my sister, as she was walking by kicked my fishing pol (on accident) and the hook went into my left pointer finger.  I let out a scream as I struggled to take it out.  My mom turned upon hearing my scream and saw my finger gushing blood onto the rest of my hand.  With tears streaming down my face I griped my rist with my other hand and raced up the stairs to the closest bathroom we could get to, to get my disgustingly bloody hand washed off and bandaged and hopefully fixed.  But all I knew was that was the end of our fishing trip.

10/24/13

Megan Clifford
9/10/13
Mr. Joseph

Small Moment

(Revised)
It was a burning summer day at Canadian Lakes and the boats were whipping around the lake so fast I could not count.  The crystal clear water was sparkling in the 100 degree heat and I was on the dock fishing with my sister and cousin.  I flung my worm covered hook into the sparkling water and waited wondering if I would ever get a tug.  I looked into to the light green, clear water and saw fish swarming the hook tugging biting at it, pushing and bumping each other out of the way, reminding me of ants attracted to a bread crum.  Thats when I felt it, a tug.  Yanked out of my day dream I reacted quickly, reeling in my line as quickly and swiftly as I could.  As the hook broke the surface I could see another flopping around, gasping for air blue gill, struggling to stay alive.  "Mom!" I called "I got another one!" my mom rushed over to the end of the hot silver dock and took the struggling fish grasping it tightly in the palm of her hand.  As she did this she told me "this is the third one you got today soon you will have caught all  She took the needle like hook out of the fishes lip and through it back into the water.  In seconds it was gone, swimming farther and farther away from us giants.  I was just about to fling my line out again when I noticed all the bait was gone!  Slightly disappointed I ventured over to the only bait we had and the most disgusting at that, worms.  I laid my pol on the overcrowded dock and reached for a worm.  When I finally managed to grab one of the slippery creatures I cut it into two equal halves.  I folded one of the halves in half and slowly and carefully started to put it on my hook when my sister, as she was walking by kicked my fishing pol (on accident) and the hook went into my left pointer finger.  I let out a scream as I struggled to take it out.  My mom turned upon hearing my scream and saw my finger gushing blood onto the rest of my hand.  With tears streaming down my face I griped my rist with my other hand and raced up the stairs to the closest bathroom we could get to, to get my disgustingly bloody hand washed off and bandaged and hopefully fixed.  But all I knew was that was the end of our fishing trip.

Megan Clifford
9/10/13
Mr. Joseph

Small Moment

(old version)
It was a burning summer day at Canadian Lakes and the boats were whipping around the lake so fast I could not count.  The crystal clear water was sparkling in the 100 degree heat and I was on the dock fishing with my sister and cousin.  I flung my worm covered hook into the sparkling water and waited.  I looked into to the light green, clear water and saw fish swarming the hook tugging biting at it, pushing and bumping each other out of the way, reminding me of ants attracted to a bread crum.  Thats when I felt a tug.  Yanked out of my day dream I reacted quickly, reeling in my line as quickly and swiftly as I could.  As the hook broke the surface I could see another flopping around, gasping for air blue gill, struggling to stay alive.  I called for my mom who came over to the end of the hot silver dock and took the struggling fish grasping it tightly in the palm of her hand.  She took the needle like hook out of the fishes lip and through it back into the water.  In seconds it was gone, swimming farther and farther away from us giants.  I was just about to fling my line out again when I noticed all the bait was gone!  Slightly disappointed I ventured over to the only bait we had and the most disgusting at that, worms.  I laid my pol on the overcrowded dock and reached for a worm.  When I finally managed to grab one of the slippery creatures I cut it into two equal halves.  I folded one of the halves in half and slowly and carefully started to put it on my hook when my sister, as she was walking by kicked my fishing pol (on accident) and the hook went into my left pointer finger.  I let out a scream as I struggled to take it out.  My mom turned upon hearing my scream and saw my finger gushing blood onto the rest of my hand.  With tears streaming down my face I griped my rist with my other hand and raced up the stairs to the closest bathroom we could get to, to get my disgustingly bloody hand washed off and bandaged and hopefully fixed.  But all I knew was that was the end of our fishing trip.

10/22/13

Megan Clifford
9/10/13
Mr. Joseph

Small Moment

It was a burning summer day at Canadian Lakes and the boats were whipping around the lake so fast I could not count.  The crystal clear water was sparkling in the 100 degree heat and I was on the dock fishing with my sister and cousin.  I flung my worm covered hook into the sparkling water and waited.  I looked into to the light green, clear water and saw fish swarming the hook tugging biting at it, pushing and bumping each other out of the way, reminding me of ants attracted to a bread crum.  Thats when I felt a tug.  Yanked out of my day dream I reacted quickly, reeling in my line as quickly and swiftly as I could.  As the hook broke the surface I could see another flopping around, gasping for air blue gill, struggling to stay alive.  I called for my mom who came over to the end of the hot silver dock and took the struggling fish grasping it tightly in the palm of her hand.  She took the needle like hook out of the fishes lip and through it back into the water.  In seconds it was gone, swimming farther and farther away from us giants.  I was just about to fling my line out again when I noticed all the bait was gone!  Slightly disappointed I ventured over to the only bait we had and the most disgusting at that, worms.  I laid my pol on the overcrowded dock and reached for a worm.  When I finally managed to grab one of the slippery creatures I cut it into two equal halves.  I folded one of the halves in half and slowly and carefully started to put it on my hook when my sister, as she was walking by kicked my fishing pol (on accident) and the hook went into my left pointer finger.  I let out a scream as I struggled to take it out.  My mom turned upon hearing my scream and saw my finger gushing blood onto the rest of my hand.  With tears streaming down my face I griped my rist with my other hand and raced up the stairs to the closest bathroom we could get to, to get my disgustingly bloody hand washed off and bandaged and hopefully fixed.  But all I knew was that was the end of our fishing trip.

10/21/13

Megan Clifford
9/10/13
Mr. Joseph

Small Moment

It was a burning summer day at Canadian Lakes and the boats were whipping around the lake so fast I could not count.  The crystal clear water was sparkling in the 100 degree heat and I was on the dock fishing with my sister and cousin.  I flung my worm covered hook into the sparkling water and waited.  I looked into to the light green, clear water and saw fish swarming the hook tugging biting at it, pushing and bumping each other out of the way, reminding me of ants attracted to a bread crum.  Thats when I felt a tug.  Yanked out of my day dream I reacted quickly, reeling in my line as quickly and swiftly as I could.  As the hook broke the surface I could see another flopping around, gasping for air blue gill, struggling to stay alive.  I called for my mom who came over to the end of the hot silver dock and took the struggling fish grasping it tightly in the palm of her hand.  She took the needle like hook out of the fishes lip and through it back into the water.  In seconds it was gone, swimming farther and farther away from us giants.  I was just about to fling my line out again when I noticed all the bait was gone!  Slightly disappointed I ventured over to the only bait we had and the most disgusting at that, worms.  I laid my pol on the overcrowded dock and reached for a worm.  When I finally managed to grab one of the slippery creatures I cut it into two equal halves.  I folded one of the halves in half and slowly and carefully started to put it on my hook when my sister, as she was walking by kicked my fishing pol (on accident) and the hook went into my left pointer finger.  I let out a scream as I struggled to take it out.  My mom turned upon hearing my scream and saw my finger gushing blood onto the rest of my hand.  With tears streaming down my face she rushed me upstairs to get my disgustingly bloody hand washed off and bandaged.  But all I new was that was the end of our fishing trip.

10/17/13

What is the most important message you heard from Joey Nowack during our video call?

The most important message I heard was at the end when he said to never stop writing and reading because it is very important in our lives and we will always need it.

10/14/13

Megan Clifford
9/10/13
Mr. Joseph

Small Moment

It was a burning summer day at Canadian Lakes and the boats were whipping around the lake so fast I could not count.  The crystal clear water was sparkling in the 100 degree heat and I was on the dock fishing with my sister and cousin.  I flung my worm covered hook into the sparkling water and waited.  I looked into to the light green clear water and I saw fish swarming the hook everyone biting at it, pushing and bumping each other out of the way, reminding me of ants attracted to a bread crum.  Thats when I felt a tug.  As I was yanked out of my day dream I reacted quickly, reeling in my line as quickly and swiftly as I could.  As the hook broke the surface I could see another flopping around, gasping for air blue gill struggling to stay alive.  I called for my mom who came over and took the struggling fish grasping it tightly in the palm of her hand.  She took the hook out of the fishes lip and through it back into the water in seconds.  I was just about to fling my line out again when I noticed all the bait was gone!  Slightly disappointed I ventured over to the only bait we had and the most disgusting at that, worms.  I laid my pol on the overcrowded dock and reached for a worm.  When I finally managed to grab one of the slippery creatures I cut it into two equal halves.  I folded one of the halves in half and slowly and carefully started to put it on my hook when my sister as she was walking by kicked my fishing pol (on accident) and the hook went into my left pointer finger.  I let out a scream as I struggled to take it out.  My mom turned upon hearing my scream and saw my finger gushing blood onto the rest of my hand.  With tears streaming down my face drowning me in sorrow she rushed me upstairs to get my disgustingly bloody hand washed off and bandaged.  But all I new was that was the end of our fishing trip.

10/10/13

Megan Clifford
9/10/13
Mr. Joseph

Small Moment

It was a burning summer day at Canadian Lakes and the boats were whipping around the lake so fast I could not count.  The crystal clear water was sparkling in the 100 degree heat and I was on the dock fishing with my sister and cousin.  I flung my worm covered hook into the sparkling water and waited.  I looked into to the light green clear water and I saw fish swarming the hook everyone biting at the hook, pushing and bumping each other out of the way, the seen reminded me of ants attracted to a bread.  Thats when I felt a tug.  Pulled out of my day dream reacting quickly I reeled my line a fast as I could.  As the hook broke the surface I could see another flopping around, gasping for air blue gill struggling to stay alive.  I called for my mom who came over and took the struggling fish grasping it tightly in the palm of her hand.  She took the hook out of the fishes and through it back into the water.  I was just about to fling my line out again when I noticed all the bait was gone!  Slightly disappointed I ventured over to the only bait we had and the most disgusting at that, worms.  I laid my pol on the overcrowded dock and reached for a worm.  When I finally managed to grab one of the slippery creatures I cut it into two equal halves.  I folded one of the halves in half and slowly and carefully started to put it on my hook when my sister kicked my fishing pol (on accident)and the hook went into my left pointer finger.  I let out a scream as I struggled to take it out.  My mom turned upon hearing my scream and saw my finger gushing blood onto the rest of my hand.  That's when she rushed me upstairs to get my disgustingly bloody hand washed off and bandaged.  But all I new was that was the end of our fishing trip.

10/9/13

Small Moment

As I looked down at the ground I suddenly realized how high up I was on the high ropes course at camp copneconick.  I felt sweat running down my face as I stared at the hardest opstical I was about to do.  As I grasped the rope I slowly climbed on to the first log.  I inched forward very slowly as I reached for the second rope on the log.  "Don't look down" I thought and in a panick I reached for the second logs rope but as I did so I nearly fell off.  I leaned backwards hoping to regain my balance when I slowly slid onto the second log.  I heaved a sigh as again I inched forward a little to fast and using the rope that kept me suspended in the air as a balance I took hold of the next rope.  By this time it felt like I would never get off and even though the last log was next the ending platform seemed so far.  I used my strength as I swung forward on the log I was on and grasping the rope of log number three.  I leaned forward and firmly planting my foot on the final log I slipped and was sent dangling in the air held up by nothing but a weak brittle rope.  As I tried to pull myself up onto to the third log I slowly tried to plant my feet on it again.  When I finally did I stood still to scared to move.  By now I was really scared so I took a small step and reached for the next rope desperately.  When I concluded I would have to let go of the rope I was already holding onto to reach the last one I did so slowly.  I carefully let go of the rope I had been holding but to my despair the log started moving back and forth!  Jiggling so rapidly I leaned forward and was sent sprawling in the air for a second time!  As the swinging slowed down I slowly reached out for the final rope a second time and as my hand grasped it tightly I used all the strength I had left in me to pull myself up.  When my feet were firmly planted on the final log I reached my foot out for the final platform that was finally right in front of me.  When my foot had reached it I let my other foot reach out to.  As I leaned forward I let go of the rope and with a deep sigh of relief I stood up on the final platform and in one panting breath I smiled.

10/7/13

Small Moment

(not done)

As I looked down at the ground I suddenly realized how high up I was on the high ropes course at camp copneconick.  I felt sweat running down my face as I stared at the hardest opstical I was about to do.  As I grasped the rope I slowly climbed on to the first log.  I inched forward very slowly as I reached for the second rope on the log.  "Don't look down" I thought and in a panick I reached for the second logs rope but as I did so I nearly fell off.  I leaned backwards hoping to regain my balance when I slowly slid onto the second log.  I heaved a sigh as again I inched forward a little to fast and using the rope that kept me suspended in the air as a balance I took hold of the next rope.  By this time it felt like I would never get off and even though the last log was next the ending platform seemed so far.  I used my strength as I swung forward on the log I was on and grasping the rope of log number three.  I leaned forward and firmly planting my foot on the final log I slipped and was sent dangling in the air held up by nothing but a weak brittle rope.  As I tried to pull myself up onto to the third log I slowly tried to plant my feet on it again.  When I finally did I stood still to scared to move.

10/4/13

Small Moment

"Are you sure you want to do this?"  My Grandma asked shaking her head in disapproval at the rollarcoaster I was about to ride.  "Yes!  Plus the line is 10 minutes long and you don't think I wake up at 6:00 for just any ride!" I said as I skipped happily towards the ride.  The excitement built up inside me we entered the line of the ride I had been waiting to go on the entire time we were at Cedar Point, the Magnum XL-200!  As I inched forward in line I could not believe what I was about to do!  I could not believe I was in the line for the last car and that I was finally going on the ride I had to bribe my parents into letting me go on.  "Next!" I heard the controller yell. As I slid into me seat I was sooooooo nervous I could burst!  As the car lurched forward I grasped the handle on the seat in front of me. As the rikity car started up the hill I held the handle even tighter and unable to lean forward I leaned back instead.  I could hear the creaking and clacking of the track and when we finally reached the top the car stopped.  I held my breath as the car launched forward and we started down the hill.  Flying out of my seat I screamed as we went up down side to side.  Through tunnels and around in circles.  And when my sweaty palms could not hold on any longer my hands flew up in the air as the car went down the final hill.  Then came to a sudden stop as it slowly jerked forward into the loading zone.  As the belts flew up I stumbled out the the car and looked back at the next set of people about to have the time of there lives on the most awesome ride at Cedar Point, the Magnum XL-200.

10/3/13

Small Moment

(finished)

As I stared down at comerica park I shivered and another layer of frost covered my head.  So far the tigers were tyed and I had waiting in the line to run the bases for over a hour.  As I stood in line covered in a soft lair of frost I heard a "awwwwww" coming from the crowd.  Despretly my mom said " are you sure you don't want to go sit down in our seats?" " No mom" I said.  "This is a once in a life time oppertuinitty and I want to take the chance" I told her confidently.  In this situation I acted confident even though I was shivering from head to toe and my face had already gone num.  "That's the game" i heard the umpire yell.  As I struggled to get a look a the score board I saw the Tigers had lost but then as the line inched forward we got closer and closer to the real Comerica  park.   As my mom slowly went out of the line she watched as I set foot on the real Comerica park.  At first I thought of taking a walk around the bases along with the other 200 kids I was doing it with but then I heard a faint "go go go!" and with that I took off not realizing my 7 and 3 year old sisters I had left behind.  When the wonderful moment was over I saw my mom glancing desperately around for us.  "Mom!" I yelled and she turned suddenly and saw me.  " There you are, but were are your sisters?" I looked over to the base exit and saw Samantha.  But where was Anna (3.)  That's when I saw she had turned on the charm and was being walked who looked like a cheerleader around the bases and to the exit.

10/2/13

Small Moment

(not done)

As I stared down at comerica park I shivered and another layer of frost covered my head.  So far the tigers were tyed and I had waiting in the line to run the bases for over a hour.  As I stood in line covered in a soft lair of frost I heard a "awwwwww" coming from the crowd.  Despretly my mom said " are you sure you don't want to go sit down in our seats?" " No mom" I said.  "This is a once in a life time oppertuinitty and I want to take the chance" I told her confidently.

10/1/13

Small Moment

Ok Sara your it!" I yelled.  I was playing Fish out of Water we my friends at our end of the day recess.  I climbed up onto the play structure panting in the heat.  As my friend Sara climb on to the same one and started over towards me.  In a panick several people screamed as they scrambled over to the side I was on.  That when I used my secret weapon.  I climbed up to the 2nd highest bar and carefully I lowered my self down.  Sweat driping down my face I hooked by legs onto the bar and let go.  As I held still more blood rushing to my head with every second I looked over and saw that Sara was even closer to me!  As she crossed over to the side I was on I panicked and without thinking my legs gave way and as I hit the ground I screamed.  I had broken my collar bone.  And the funny thing was my teacher had said "no getting hurt" right before we went outside.

9/29/13

Small Moment (draft 2)

The Fishing Fiasco

It was a burning summer day at Canadian Lakes and the boats were whipping around the lake so fast I could not count.  The crystal clear water was sparkling in the 100 degree heat and I was on the dock fishing with my sister and cousin.  I flung my worm covered hook into the sparkling water and waited.  I saw fish swarming the hook like ants attracted to a bread crum.  Thats when I felt a tug.  I reeled my line a fast as I could.  As the hook broke the surface I could see another flopping around, gasping for air blue gill struggling to stay alive.  I called for my mom who came over and took the struggling fish grasping it tightly.  She took the hook out of the fishes lip and through it back into the water.  I was just about to fling my line out again when I noticed all the bait was gone!  Slightly disappointed I ventured over to the only bait we had and the most disgusting at that, worms.  I laid my pol on the overcrowded dock and reached for a worm.  When I finally managed to grab one of the slippery creatures I cut it into two equal halves.  I folded one of the halves in half and slowly and carefully started to put it on my hook when my sister kicked my fishing pol (on accident)and the hook went into my left pointer finger.  I let out a scream as I struggled to take it out.  My mom turned around and saw my finger gushing blood onto the rest of my hand.  That's when she rushed me upstairs to get my disgustingly bloody hand washed off and bandaged.  But all I new was that was the end of our fishing trip.