One summer afternoon I was opening a tuna can and I pulled up the lid and it all of a sudden slit my finger wide open. A blast of horror ran down my spine as drops of blood dripped down from my shaking hand, Drip, Drop, Drip Drop went the rose petal red blood coming down from my hand. ” M-M-MOM!” I screamed at the top of my lungs so she could hear me. “What, What happened!?!?” she asked, ” I slit my finger open.” I replied shaking tremendously. ” Well then let’s go to the sink so we could rinse it off.” my mom said fast and furious. So as fast as lightning we ran to the sink in the bathroom and rinsed it off with cold water.”Now go sit down and relax, make sure nothing hits your finger, Okay.” So I went to go sit down. After about two hours of questions going through my head about whether or not I would have to get stitches it was time for me to go to bed. ” But momma, what about my finger? ” I asked, ” Well sorry cause you can’t stay up.” my mom responded. So I got up, dragged my lazy feet to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, put my p-js on, then went to bed hoping nothing would happen to my finger while I was asleep That night wasn’t so bad, it was the morning that was, because I got up, and as I was getting out of bed, I hit the slit finger and it opened up even wider as the vacume machine hit it and guess what… It had closed and when the handle hit it, it reopened and blood started coming out. After a couple of days of making sure it was clean and nothing hit it, it went away. But I had learned a very valuable lesson during that week, never open something with a sharp end by yourself NEVER!!

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Mr. Wormwood wears a green and purple checkered jacket. He is a short, rat faced, back haired man. He shouts at Matilda like a selfish and mad father. He is grateful for his son but not for Matilda. He behaves like a good salesman in front of other people but not at home. He cheats his customers by putting sawdust in the motors. His wife and he both think Matilda is a scab and a twit. He says that he is a handsome and good looking man.

Grandma, Grandma, you’re in my heart,
you’re snuggable and lovable,
you and me are like art,
when I put us together everything is much better.
I make you mad,
I break your heart
and especially make you sad,
but after that I say sorry
and hope you forgive me, and try not to worry that
you will not see that there is
a soft side in me.
But don’t forget that I will always love you

My life has changed a lot since the beginning of fourth grade with the help of my friends and of course my teachers. We all have favorite subjects, but my favorite subject is math. I like math, just because of all the thinking skills you have to put in it. It’s just awesome the way you look at the problem and then try different ways to figure it out.

Another thing I like about 4th grade is my teacher, Mrs. Hulburt. Mrs. Hulburt is not like other teachers, she understands our problems and wishes, she helps us deal with those problems and wishes, and she knows how it feels when you have trouble with a subject. One of the most embarrassing moments about 4th grade was when I fell out of my chair as I was sitting down, It’s because I was starting to sit down when I didn’t know that my chair was not on the bottom of my butt, so then as I was sitting down, PLOP, I fell to the floor while everyone was staring and laughing. I will never forget that day, actually I will never forget all of those wacky moments. HHHHHHHMMMMMM, now only if I can find a way to go back to 4th grade.

My whole class and I went to Carlsbad Caverns on May 22, 2008,  and we had a blast!

First we checked in. Then the ranger led in in the direction we needed to go in. Next it was down the cave. We went deeper and deeper into the surface as my heart was pounding with fear that I was going to fall off, hit one of the cave formations, and get kicked out of the program. As we were going down into the cave we saw a lot of soda straws, stalagmites, and stalactites. Hey, did you know that Jim White had discovered Carlsbad Caverns when he was 16 years old, and that he labeled the formations as he went  so he could  know where he was? As we were walking in the cave we saw some pretty weird names for formations like the doll theater and the Chinese theater with soda straws hanging from the formations.

But the best part about the Carlsbad field trip was the bat flight. We got there with moments to spare as we sat down and waited while a ranger was speaking to us. Then after awhile of waiting we heard a clicking noise and all of a sudden a swarm of bats came flying out of the cave. More than 8,000 bats came out doing their laps then flying out in a herd to go look for food, or insects. After the bat flight we all took a bathroom brake, then loaded the buses, and headed back for El Paso. I will never forget that field trip, I just wish we will go back soon.

Wednesday, Wednesday writing Oh how I love it so much, even if it is a pain in  the you  know what. But the special thing about it is that  it makes me and the rest of my friends and family better writers.

The best thing I have ever written was the one about my grandpa and how much he meaned to me. But now he is in a better place and I am proud of it.

What was your best piece? Wednesday writing can be bad to some people and to others it can be the greatest thing in the world.

Al, you have to do for it is write a story of your life and then add authors tools to make it SPARKLE. Wednesday writing is not that difficult all you have to do  is pick a topic using the prompt and then just let it flow, you can do anything to it, like add made up events to a true story to make it more powerful.

Nothing will happen if you do this and the teachers will not string you up on your toes if you do that. You’ll just have a half made up true story.

So just go for it. I guarantee you’ll make up an amazing story.

Wednesday, Wednesday writing, it’s not so hard after all. 

“Dad,can I borrow your solid gold pen, just for a little while. Please, Please, Please I’ll give it right back.” I asked. ” You better Stephanie, this pen cost a lot of money” My dad answered.  So he handed me his solid gold pen. I didn’t know why I asked to use an expensive pen instead of using a regular pen. So I just kept writing. ” Stephanie, can you go and take a shower?” My dad asked. ” Sure.” I replied as I finished what I was writing and set the pen down. Then I went to take a long hot shower. After about 5 or 10 minutes I came out, dried my hair, and got dressed. Then I went back down to the kitchen and sat down and felt if the pen was still there. ” OH snapskins!” The pen was gone. ” OH, my dad is going to rip my arms off so I could never touch anything again.”  I whispered to myself. I was trembling because I kept thinking that my dad might get mad at me. So right away, as fast as a puma I ran to my bedroom thinking I might have put it on my dresser by accident. I looked under my bed, in my drawers, and even my closet but no luck, it was gone. ” Stephanie, what are you doing?” My dad asked. ” Nada, what are you doing?” I asked back. ” I came to get my pen back…  so where is it?”  ” Uuumm, I lost it.” I responded. “  ” YOU WHAT !!” My dad screamed. ” I lost it. ” I repeated.  I can admit, after that incident my dad forgave me and let me use another one of his pens but… ” Stephanie, go take a shower! ” My dad said, and when I came out, ” Dad your pen is gone!” I shouted. ” Awww, not again!” Everyone shouted. So if yo ever use somone elses stuff make sure not to LOSE it, thats a lesson thats what I learned. =}

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Thunder storms, thunder storms, thunder storms, oh how they are so scary. But I’m about to tell you right now about the day I will never forget, September 10, 2007. But let’s cut the chit-chat and get back to my story, shall we?

So there I was doing my homework when … RUMBLE-RUMBLE-ROAR! The thunder yelled at me.

Drip-Drop-Drip-Drop-Drip-Drop. The rain got faster as my heart pounded, my bones crackled, and my teeth chattered.

CRACKLE-CRACKLE-BOOM!

“Dad,” I said, ” Are the lights going to go out?”

“I’m not sure,” he replied. So we just looked around the house and through the cupboards and gathered up some candles.

Just then, a flash of lightning lit up the whole house. ” D-D-Daddy!” I screamed, as I ran up and jumped on him.

”What the heck, Stephanie, calm down, it’s only a little bit of rain, lightning, and thunder.”

“Okay,” I replied. So I sat down with him and watched TV with him.

In about 15 or 20 minutes the storm was over and I had went back to doing my homework when… ”ROAR!!”

”Dad, is the storm over, cause I thought it was?” I said, my voice fast and furious.

“It’s just the movie - a lion roared.”

”Oh, Okay,” I said back. From that day on I’ll never forget that day, the scariest day of my 9 year old life.

TAKS, TAKS, TAKS, I thought it was the worst part of school, but you know, you have to do it in order to move onto the next grade. So let’s flashback to that 3rd grade memory, shall we?

There I was on the Math TAKS doing the best I could, going step by step, problem by problem until I got to this one question that I wanted freak out, jump out of my seat and ditch school forever . . . but didn’t because then I would have to take the test again in another school. So I just went through the problem a couple of times very slowly and started to understand it, and then it was back to business, and again step by step, problem by problem. Until I was completely finished with the whole test.

I couldn’t wait for Mrs. Hulburt to tell me my score. So a couple of weeks later Mrs. Hulburt was calling people to tell them their scores when she called me up and said, “Good job, you got a 97!” I was so elated I pranced back to my seat with a grin on my face and thought, are you dead serious? I was so surprised at my self. But then I thought about the reading TAKS, OH NO! TAKS, TAKS, TAKS, it’s not so hard after all.

“I would like to order a dog, a Chihuahua actually.” A ”mature” 18 year old girl from Louisville,Kentucky, Lizzete, told a guy on the phone thinking she would really get a dog.”Okay, it will be at your house in a week,” the guy announced. So Lizzete waited and waited and waited until she was about to explode when one day the door bell rang, “Ding,Dong!” “I’ll get it!” Lizzete shouted to her other sisters, Lila and Lisa. So she got up from her lazy bumb and went to go open the door. When she opened it lying there was a chestnut brown colored box on the front steps of their porch. “Yes it’s finally here.” Lizzete screamed. She quickly and quietly seized the box and went inside. She couldn’t wait to tell her sisters so she just dug in. She tore the tape off with her fingers, slid her hand through the little opening and RIPPED it open letting all the foam fly out. But instead of finding a teeny- tin, camel brown colored Chihuahua, Lizzete found gum, hundreds, thousands, even million pieces of gum. “Okay,” She thought,”Eather I’m supposed to make a Chihuahua out of this or they sent me the wrong box.” But she kind of knew this was the wrong box so she picked up the address slip and read out loud, “Erica Alvarez, why in the world would she want a million pieces of gum?” “Oh well, better make yourself useful.” She told the gum.So she took a couple pieces of gum and stuffed them into her mouth ( Ya, some mature 18 year old right ). “MMMMMM, chewy.” Lizzete told herself out-loud. Then she thought that she could blow a humungus bubble, so she tried it,and sure enough, she blew one, an immense, pink, slimy, wet one actually. ” WO, what am I going to do with this?” Lizzete asked herself. But instead of popping it she opened the door, and it flew out. It started to floughting over town, and a bunch of people started saying, ” WOW!” It went past stores, it even went past City Hall! So while Lizzete was watching it flought over town she was figuring out a way of how to stop it. So finally she thought up an idea that she was going to pop it. So she ran to the garage and got a thick neddle then ran outside. As she was running after the bubble she had saw some other people trying to pop it