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-daughter watches stepfather go through addiction

-parents grieve son's death

-parents grieve daughter who is missing

-daughter watches father go through financial struggles

-mother and daughter move to a new state and find a new lifestyle to live

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there was one cold fall morning with a breeze that touches my warm cheeks. I can feel the coldnest start to turn my face red as it sends a chilling feeling through my body. Throught the entire start of the day i could feel some weird feeling. I felt like somthing bad was going to happen later that night. It was the day befoe halloween so i brushed it off and though maybe it was just the vibes of that day. I walked through the town with my warm coffee in my hands hoping it wuld warm them up even if it was just alittle bit. I stop through all the stores and small buisnesses through the town before finally going home after my long day at work. As i got home i greeted my black cat oliver and turn on my favorite halloween scary movies. Its a traition that i have been doing since i was younger. As im watching the movies i can see the wind blowing the trees harshly and my cat stands up on the ledge of the window observing the earie outside. as im laying down on the couch with yummy treats i can hear a distant scream. I start to look arounf each inch of my house aswell as aroud the outside of my house and everything seemed okay until i saw it. I saw te red button nose and colorfull hair. i couldnt help but scream because clows were one f my biggest fears.

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In october i can feel the breeze flowing through my hair, and as the wind touches my skin, i can feel my goose bumps stating to form. The pumpkin smells. All of the colorful leaves brighten up the trees. The orange lights are starting to appear on people's houses to light up the night. I watch all of the spooky halloween movies as im covered in my blankets with a warm smelling candle lit.

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The harsh, cold wind gusts beating on her soft skin. feeling the goosebumps on her skin creep up

Her anger gets deeper. more heightened

The loud splash sounds of the rain beating on the ground, creating deep, large puddles

As her tears fall down her cheeks. Feeling the wet salty tears pour down

As the weather turns hotter, she can feel everything

all her deep emotions bodiling up

The hot sun was beating down on her skin, creating a horrible red-hot sunburn.

Her sweat was dripping down her skin. feeling the warm stinging sensation.

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Ode to Teachers

By Pat Mora

I remember

the first day,

how I looked down,

hoping you wouldn't see

me,

and when I glanced up,

I saw your smile

shining like a soft light

from deep inside you.

“I'm listening,” you encourage us.

“Come on!

Join our conversation,

let us hear your neon certainties,

thorny doubts, tangled angers,”

but for weeks I hid inside.

I read and reread your notes

praising

my writing,

and you whispered,

“We need you

and your stories

and questions

that like a fresh path

will take us to new vistas.”

Slowly, your faith grew

into my courage

and for you—

instead of handing you

a note or apple or flowers—

I raised my hand.

I carry your smile

and faith inside like I carry

my dog's face,

my sister's laugh,

creamy melodies,

the softness of sunrise,

steady blessings of stars,

autumn smell of gingerbread,

the security of a sweater on a chilly day.

-i liked how encouraging this poem was and how she told the poem and as she was telling the poem it almost seemed like she was starting to warm u to the teacher

-i like how it is easy to understand

-this poem reminds me of freshman through junior year in ms. andersons class

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this journal i didnt really like, it was confusing and i felt like i could have done more to make it better

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I took this picture of the christmas tree because i like how the books are lined up and how creative it looks. It made me wonder what books are stacked in the tree and how long have they been sitting there for? I also like the christmas tree because it reminded me of my favorite time of year.

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the place i chose to write about is my nannys(grandmas) house, i go there often for family dinners and holidays. My nannys huse if very special to me an to my family. it has a loud cigarate smell nd you can almost smell the yellow suttle paint on the walls. Her house holds many memoires for me and my family.

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the egyptian woman

stared into my eyes deeply

as she was lying,guarding, and exposing

her sad,angry, an conserning and dissapointed

self

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this is my favorite song because i feel like you can feel the emotions through the song and i feel like its a very slow and calming song.