The Wave #1

The Wave by Todd Strasser is based at a school.

Do I think that student are misunderstood by parents and teachers?

I think that it depends what parents and teachers your dealing with. Different people treat kids differently. Some people have very high thoughts for kids, some think that they are wrong in every aspect of life. In all I think that if a child is dismissed without listening then it's very possible that they are misunderstood, but if you listen to what they think I think it's possible that they are just wrong. Or if they're right, good for them.

So if a parent or teacher says your wrong. They might not be misunderstand you they might understand you perfectly you just might be wrong. Every person has there own thoughts and actions so every person is misunderstood every once in a while. Kids especially by adults because the way they think is not always the same, no one knows exactly what another person is thinking.

Memoir #2 Memory Box Project

Teddy Bear Blues

The treacherous drop before me, a chill slips down my spine. But I am not afraid, because I can climb the monkey bars. I reach and my hand coils around the bar in front of me and I swing to the next rung and my grip slips. I fall to the ground, rocks dug into my back and I land on my arm now there is a slicing pain crawling up my arm. I pulled out I screamed, “Ms. Jodi! Ms. Jodi!”

She runs over, “What's wrong?”

An hour later my big sister comes back from her after school field trip. She goes to see me as soon as she heard what happened. I was still there because Ms. Jodi won't let me call my parents. She thought I was faking it and didn't believe that I'd broken my arm. How could she not believe me? I was a little girl sobbing clutching my arm in pain. I do not cry wolf.

Hot tears ran down my face, the pain wouldn't stop. My sister offered my a stuffed polar bear that she just won in a raffle. “Here, take it.” She had said.

“Are you sure.” I replied, I didn't want to take something from her that she'd won.

Of course she continued to say that I could have it and I continued to ask if she was sure. Until finally my prodding of her doubts worked and she decided that she did in fact want the bear.

I know what your thinking, what kind of person would take a teddy bear that they'd given to a Kindergarten with a broken arm? That person is Brittney, my sister.

Still, no matter how many times she is mean to me. I will still look up to here and go to her when I have problem, because after all she still is my big sister and my life wouldn't be the same without here.

Memoir #1 Memory Box Project

Still Remember

Blond hair, blue eyes and a crooked smile. That's my best friend. My car pulls into the driveway, as soon as it parks the door shoots open. Out comes a little black haired kid, that's me. Five minutes after we get home the doorbell rings. It's Connor that blond haired kid.

“Do you wanna come over to my house?” He asks.

“Okay, I said but I have to check with my mom.”

“Me too.” He replied.

But both of us already knew what they'd say, they'd say what they always said, “ Only if her mom says it's okay.” or “Only if his mom says it's okay.” But we always asked any way. Then I went strait across the street into his house or he went strait into mine, it happened like this everyday. I blazed out into the street, most of the other neighborhood kids were out already playing Hide n' Go Seek. We joined right in. That's how the day would go, everyday until the day he left. All I got when he left was a snow globe, I gave him a little tag that had my name on it. Then I never saw him again.

Well, actually, I did see him. But it was four years later. It was hard for us to talk, since we hadn't see each other for so long. I still had his, gift he still had mine.