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.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
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.
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.
Friday, October 25, 2013
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.
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.
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.
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.
Thursday, October 24, 2013
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.
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.
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.
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
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.
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.
Monday, October 21, 2013
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.
Thursday, October 17, 2013
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.
Monday, October 14, 2013
10/14/13
Megan Clifford
9/10/13
Mr. Joseph
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.
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.
Thursday, October 10, 2013
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.
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.
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
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.
Monday, October 7, 2013
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.Friday, October 4, 2013
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.
Thursday, October 3, 2013
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.Wednesday, October 2, 2013
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.Tuesday, October 1, 2013
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.
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