The End Of School

The End of School

By Xavier Hanna

School is like a train

Charging at you like a bullet

Hitting you like a brick when you notice that your essay is due tomorrow,In school you

Over analyze everything your amazingly

Over beautiful crush says, the

Love of your life

In school you

Superspeed through every

Obstacle life throws at you, your

Volatile and blow up at the slightest annoyment ,but

Even though middle school is tough it's still

Radically sad when it ends and you and your friends go your seperate ways

Then you don't want to leave,

Ordinarily summer is happy but leaving your friends behind that last

Day is

Absolute torture, knowing that

You might never see them again, knowing that their gonna be in another state

or another school,

or another country. The end of the year is both the happiest time and the saddest and that is

why this poem is dedicated to my best friends who I will miss for the rest of

my life.

GOODBYE.

Another Civilization

Lines and wholes on sticks. They may not seem like much but they are created by a whole other civilization as great as ours. What message could they be trying to tell us. Might they be wondering wether we are wondering the same. Just imagine if we shared the same language. We humans could progress working together to the extremes, and advance agriculture farther then we ever had before. And they could create better means of transportation, and together we could send rockets far beyond the moon... If only we could understand each other.

          Note to self


I am a perfectionist 
lines need to be straight 
handwriting needs to be neat 
every thing needs to perfect

but there is no place
no time 
no person 
no letter
no line 
that is perfect

every tree
every bee
every bird
every wing
every gust of wind
every ray of sun 

they all have
flaws
faults
errors
typos
mistakes
imperfections

nothing is perfect


                    get 
                   over 
                    it, 
                   koya

     
       -Koya 

     

Ode to Dandelions

Why Do You
Have To Be
So Annoying-
You Infect
Everywhere
You Go But
You Can Be
So Pretty-
After Awhile
You Turn To 
A Pile
Of Seeds That 
Blow In The
Wind- You
Look So Pretty
But Die So Sad
And Yet
You're Still
Annoying-




- Julia Wiley 

        HAPPY SPRING BRAKE

             EVERYONE 

About today - Julia Wiley

We started out with a bit of Singapore math. The amazing Ms.Marty was here to help Kayden, Koya and I with our math. After that we went into Heraldry. We studied shields, colors (What they meant), patterns (What they meant) and more. After we studied the colors/patterns we went upstairs to find eight wooden shields waiting to be painted. Sadly we could not paint the shields today. We must wait until tomorrow. We tested paints on some wood (not the shields) and felt how it was to paint on wood (It's neither weird or fun). Afterwards, Kayden had her Leadership Project #5 Presentation - The interview. When she was done, we went outside and threw snowballs at each other. Then we came in and read To Kill a Mocking Bird. Little Scout saved her father and Tom from a mob of angry people that wanted to get in by kicking one of the men in the shins (GO SCOUT!!!). Then we moved on to Recreational Math. We read about the 7 Bridges of Koenigsberg and figured out that the math problem is absolutely impossible.

Today  was fun - Julia Wiley

Art History Project

Zoe & Ahna

Jan. 27, 2016

Art History

ARTIST’S POINT OF VIEW

Day 1:

I have been asked to paint a portrait of a highly respected woman known as Lady Costanza Alidosi. I have been paid an unusually large sum of money for a portrait. I hope all goes well and I don’t end up chained to a column and forced to paint or something crazy like that. I shall gather my paints and canvas and go tomorrow.

Day 2:

I have made up my mind that I do not necessarily like the lady Costanza Alidosi. She is constantly ordering me around as if I were her servant, but I am an artist. Yesterday night she had talked about her dog. I cannot wait to meet the dog, as it sounds a lot more active and interesting than she does, but whenever I ask when I will meet it, she laughs that irritating laugh of hers. I hope she has not dressed it up in an outfit. Personally I do not think I would like to paint her anymore, but we start in a few hours so I may as well just go now. I shall write more shortly.

I am back now and it is around midnight. She is only letting me have a few minutes as a break, so I must leave soon, but so far it is a little bit insane. I asked her once more about when I was going to meet the dog, and this time she held her hands out to me and said “Here she is.” This was troubling because her hands were empty. I realize now that she is more crazy than I first thought her to be, as she apparently has an invisible dog.

Day 3:

She remains obsessed with her nonexistent dog, Ruffles. I try not to question it. At least she tells me that Ruffles likes me and I guess that’s something.

She has sat in the same place for three hours now and will not let me leave her house, something about “You broke my favorite necklace”. I am starting to wonder if this was a wise decision. I regret staying here so long and would not have done so if the pay were not so good.

Day 4:

I think today was a slightly better day. According to her, Ruffles gets along with me and loves me, and I know that he is very important to her so I think I might be on her good side now. Wait, what am I saying? I really would love for this time I have spent painting the portrait of Lady Alidosi to be over. She gave me a lecture yesterday on married life, and her husband Ridolfo walked in on her telling me some of his secrets. I can hear them yelling in the next room now.

Day 5:

I woke up this morning from my three hours of sleep to find my hand attached to a chain, which was fastened to one of the marble pillars decorating her bedroom walls. Maybe she caught the glances I kept giving her.

She was sitting in her chair, her arm draped over her “dog” and her face emotionless. I am sitting here now waiting for her to finally move, but that has yet to happen. I am becoming concerned, but cannot move to investigate because of the chains binding me to my workplace. Will I ever get out of here?

Day 14:

This has been a disaster. I have been stuck here with Ruffles, the imaginary dog, for the past nine days and I am questioning my sanity. I am still chained to the pillar and my wrists hurt. Costanza still hasn’t moved from her chair this entire time. I wonder if her husband knows of her odd behavior?

The portrait is almost done now, the oil just needs to dry for another week or so. I hope to be freed after it is finished, but I fear I will not make it for much longer. On the off chance that you are reading this, a word of advice: If Costanza is no longer in her chair, you should run until you reach the sea outside of town, take a boat, and never come back.

SUBJECT’S POINT OF VIEW

Day 1:

This morning I was woken up by my adorable, fluffy King Charles Spaniel, Ruffles, licking my nose. He was trying to remind me that the painter is coming today. I have hired him paint my portrait. I am still in bed now, but I must get up and look nice for the painter.

She has just arrived. I did not know that it was a woman who would be painting my portrait, my husband will not like it much, but I do not mind, seeing as I have finally found a new maid to order around.

Day 2:

She is so lazy. I swear I should make her paint faster by attaching scorpions to her ankles and having them bite her every time she stops painting. She also does not seem to appreciate the advice I give her. As an older and more mature person, I did tell her about being married but she did not seem to care much at all. Sometimes she just stares at me oddly as if she is trying to decide how to kill me….maybe I should have her chained up.

Day 4:

The painter is very strange. When I introduced her to Ruffles she began to pet the air instead. It’s almost as if she can’t see her. I can’t believe Ruffles likes her! She is very disgusting and a lowlife in my opinion, but if Ruffles likes her then I guess she is on my good side for now.  I tried to talk to her about my husband Ridolfo today, but I ended up spilling some of his secrets and he walked in at that exact moment. We had a fight.

Day 5:

I chained her to the marble pillars while she was sleeping. It was disgusting so I made one of the servants do it. Her hair and face are both covered in splotches of paint and I did not want to touch her. Ruffles and I sat still for a very long time but she looked as if she wanted to kill us. I do not know if I am going to let her go or not...maybe I should just keep her as a prisoner in the dungeons after the painting is done. That would be more fun.

Ugh I just went out into town and found out that she is a very celebrated artist which means I cannot chain her up or keep her as prisoner. I should probably go have someone unchain her now and apologize, then make her paint the rest of the picture before I set her off with a threat that if she ever mentions this to anyone, she shall be very sorry.

My Suit 2.0

A.N.   A while ago I made a post about a suit that I had designed for school. I made a poem about it and if you look back you will see it. Here's one about another suit that would be awesome but sadly is pretty much impossible.

I am a blur.
If anyone sees me at all they think I'm just a gust of wind.
I am blasting through the streets people and cars everywhere.
I am instantly on the other side of the WORLD!
I go 1,000,000 miles per meal,
and 1,000,000,000 miles per hour!
I see a fighter jet and it looks like it's moving in slow motion.
A bullet train is like a snail.
I am about to hit a skyscraper,
I run straight up the side.
I see Burj Khalifa(A.N. Tallest building in the world)
I am about to hit it,
I go straight through it
I vibrate so quickly that my atoms move
and slip right past the atoms of the building!
I feel great!
I feel amazing!
I FEEL FREE!

1 2 3 gone

I really don’t like seeing his obituary on the page like that. The comments on the website are all “He was an amazing person,” and “I’m sure he’s happy where he is.” I hate obituaries. They all make it seem final and fake, and they give me no sense of closure whatsoever. What hits me the hardest is the “Leaving behind ____.” No, they haven’t left us behind. We are not defined by them and it’s not like they have actually left. Not really. Really.

Fix

There are people in this world that are actually suffering. No, they will not call for help every single time, no they do not always reach out and ask for comfort, but it doesn’t mean they do not exist. You can’t fix something big without tweaking the little pieces or it will just break again. You keep trying to edit the whole picture, without realizing that you have to start with the tiniest shatters of a problem amidst those who seem unimportant to you.

Code World Simulations

Today we worked on a coding project with simulations. Simulations are like animations, however you can do even more amazing things with creating equations that you would not be able to do in animations. Simulations, unlike animations, require initials(which are beginning numbers), steps(which is what the object does over time), and pictures(which are the objects) when animations require functions that need numbers.

Here is an example of one.

Not a normal night at Jives Coffee Shop...

    Last night I was at Jives Coffee Shop in Old Colorado City (I go there every Wednesday) thinking it was going to be the same as every week (I go outside, come inside around 7:30 or so, then I perform whatever few songs I've prepared). But no. Instead, as soon as my friend, Zoe and I go up to perform Radioactive by Imagine Dragons, my Mom's friend Kaykay has a seizure and stops breathing. Luckily when the paramedics came they got her breathing again.
   
    Zoe and I perform then go outside and see her husband and a few other people sitting with her, most likely telling her everything's going to be ok. Then I hear sirens. I prayed that they were/weren't coming over to her, then I see the lights come around the corner, the paramedics are here. I start to cry and pray even harder that everything's going to be ok. 
   
    After awhile an ambulance comes around the corner. By then I've calmed down, but I start crying again because I'm really worried. Then I see her moving, I'm thankful but still scared. The paramedics get her into the back of the ambulance and they go. 
    
     I'm still scared today because I don't know what's going on. And everyone's telling me it's going to be ok. (sorry to be rude but) You don't know it's going to be ok! So stop saying that! Just say "I hope everything will be alright." and go on with your day. Please...

    Thank you for reading this. I really wish that whoever would like to will pray for Kaykay and that she's ok.

LSV 1/14/16

It has been a fun couple of days including recreational math, our economic system, and some beautiful renaissance and medieval art. One of our first math projects was learning to make hexaflexagons (go to google plus to see tutorial). Personally I have become a bit obsessed with making them, folding all of the triangles and then twisting them into a hexagon. Once you start, it's pretty hard to stop until you're finished! Our first point game auction will be tomorrow and I'm sure we all have interesting strategies to "win" this. For the art, we have been experimenting using the Google Art Project. Most of us had no idea it existed, but now I'm sure a lot of us have used it outside of class as well to zoom in and find details in magnificent paintings. Hopefully these will be an amazing eight weeks!