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.'