Isaac learned about writing poetry in class. Here are a couple of my favorites; they just scream "SECOND GRADE BOY!":
The Eyeball Toast
Eww
Gross!
Who put eyeballs
in my toast?
Maybe the jelly
slid under the bed
and in his place
are eyeballs instead.
HMMM...
Strange.
But it's ok
that some things change.
Weapons
Swords, guns
daggers, too.
They are here
for me and you.
Cannons, tanks,
they're so loud.
When they hit,
they make a cloud.
They could just
blow up a tree,
and now they are
after me!
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The class has started fiction writing, and this is Isaac's first attempt. He cracks me up, this kid.
"Out Numbered," by Isaac
One day at school 100 and 10 were rivals. 100 bragged to everyone smaller than him. 0 was constantly being teased. 0 usually had liked spending time with 10. 100 was probably the meanest student. At least ten times a day 100 had gone to detention.
I am hearing him say his favorite words: bully, mean, teasing, and some others you're better off not knowing. Sheesh. Even I get teassed by 100. I'm moving. Maybe to the Yukon. Either that or I'll move to another school.
One day 101 came to school. 100 then realized that he was way bigger. Then he realized that having a bigger number doesn't really matter that much.
THE END
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Isaac's writing sample this week was 5 pages long, and it chronicled the apparently epic bowling night we had a few weeks ago. My favorite sentence: "'Giggle, giggle,' I whisper to myself." How creepy is that?
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A Trip to Cal Bowl
One lovely, beautiful evening I was ready to go to a bowling stadium called Cal Bowl! I felt as if I was an angel in heaven. It was about 5:46 p.m. when we left home and 5:56 p.m. when we got there. They're was at least sixty-seven bowling alleys in the bowling stadium. Inside my cranium I thought that either I'm just imagining things or I'm seeing things again. I went with my lovable, lovely Mom and my noisy, whiny, and snory sister named Emily which is a scaredy-cat! "Giggle, giggle," I whisper to myself.
The bowling stadium looked shiny, neat, unbreakable, and fashonable. I started to look around. I'm starting to like it here! Then Mom said that friends were coming to bowl with us! I was almost going to faint! I was obviously jumping up and down with exitment right that second Mom told me that piece of "information."
It was almost 6:15 p.m. which is about dinner-time for us. I was almost famished. There were about 4 restaurants. I picked the first one of all 4 restaurants. They didn't have names on them. Inside, there was a TV, 24 chairs, 12 tables, and the manager. I ordered shrimp and mac-n-cheese, Mom ordered fish and a salad with ranch dressing, and Emily ordered...Well, I forgot.
We waited otuside the restaurant for food in the bowling alley. We waited for about 10 mins. It felt like it was an immence amount of time! "Yawwwn," I yawn to myself. Now I'm famished for sure! I was also thirsty. I felt as if I was in a drowt. Finally, we got our dinner. We all ate on a bench next to the loud, noisy bowling alleys.
After we're done, all our friends arrived. First was the dad, then the child and Mom. I was a little shy and nervous, but I got used to it. "Blah blah blah," they say to each other. We were going to get our bowling shoes. We had to take off one of our own shoes. Then we got to our bowling lane. Our lane number was 65. We all typed in our names. I thought the pins would be battered.
Anyways, Moms friends dad bowled first. He was an excellent, fantastic, unbievable pro at bowling. He got a stupendous strike! We were amazingly still for a minute. Then an aplause broke the silence. So it went on. Mommy bought us chips with melted, creamy, delicious cheese.
My score at the end was 124, Moms was 65, moms friend was 221, and Emi's score was 42. Finally, we said goodbye to our friends and went home. It was a stupendous outting.
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"Emily, My Sister" by Isaac, 10/25/2011
My funny, noisy, whiny sister is named Emily. You can call her Emi for short. She goes to a Jewish school called the JCC. She likes to play there. Around 2:35, she does Spanish class. She mostly gets to learn easy word. For example...they practice doing her numbers, you know, uno, doss, quadro. Then after school, she plays pretend. When it's reading time, she always wants to read the tale Peter Pan. She snores at night and I hardly get my sleep. So I push her off the bed, and under the bed with an animal with her. She's four years old and her birthday's in January. I wish I had some earmuffs. END
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Isaac just brought home another stack of Writers' Workshop papers, so I think this can be a regular column for the rest of the school year.
"If I Had Three Wishes," by Isaac (9/14/2011)
Boy, it's a beutiful Wedneday at school. But sometimes I get bored I want three wishes. I wish that I was president. This way I can't get bored as much becuase it's very, very busy. I also wish I was in the USA navy so I could fly a F-14!! I wonder if I could also ride a submarine! Or maybe a helicopter! Third wishes can be a little hard to grant. You can wish chocolate, toys, candy, etc. I would wish 1,000,000,000,000 toys. The End
"When I Grow Up," by Isaac (9/22/2011)
When I grow up I want to be president of the United States because I like making new laws and having spies. I think being president is exiting. Besides, if you were president of the United States, you'd get to go into the splendid, enchanted, one-hundred roomed, warm hearting White House. I often think about president Obama most of the time! I think Obama's family is beutiful! I wonder how many people could fit in the humongous White House. End
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By request from Aunt Kathy...all content, spelling, and grammar is [sic].
"Going to Hawaii" by Isaac (9/15/2011)
Yay! Where we going? Well, to Hawaii! Mom explained. it's gorgeous. Me too. When we got there, it was very sunny. First, we went to a hotel in Maui. It was very comfortable. Next, we went to the beach. I swam at least 4 miles out. The sparkling water is cold. After that, I had surfing lessons. I got my certificate! My surfing teacher was named Max. I tried little waves. I fell the second try. Then medium, then beg, and after that, huge ones. I wanted more lessons, but I couldn't. Finally, it was time to go home. We went on the plane and flew home. The End
"Alligators" by Isaac (9/28/2011)
Alligators are reptiles. Gharial and crocodiles are too! Crocadiles live in parts of Asia, South and Central America, Africa, and Australia, and alligators live in parts of North and South America. Gharials only live in a part of Asia. Did you know that salt water crocadiles can stay under-water for more than a hour? Nile crocadiles are over 53 pounds and gharial adults have one hundred-ten teeth! Caimians/alligators bury themselves in the devastating mud to keep cool in the terrible, awful sun. They eat anything out of meat/flesh such as fish, zebras, baffallos, and snakes. I like crocadiles, gharials, and alligators.
"My Family" by Isaac (9/29/2011)
My family is the best family I know! They are a entertaining, warm hearting, lovely, and gorgeous family. I have four people in my family. My jocular Dad name is Tim, my gifted Mom is Julie, and my exquisite sister name is Emily. We're mostly one of the "normal" people in the universe. We usully argue over "secret things," sighed Tim as I interupted a "secret" arguement which was on Jan., XX,X. Tim does most of the computer work, Julie is more a house worker. My Dad's Japanese and my Mom's Korean. Dad's about 46 years old and Mom is about 35 years old. Now I'll talk about my sister, Emily. She idolizes entertaining things, such as tickles from Tim. She draws tiny pictures and writes humongous letters. Our address is [incorrect, but redacted]. People sometimes blame me for certain stuff. For example when I saw Emily knock her castle then started crying for ages adn I got blamed on because I was helping her. That's the only thing I don't like about my family. The End
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