Art

we had paint about something that you liked

P.E

We learned how to play sports like baseball, basketball, football, and volleyball.
It sucked because we hardly played basketball.

spanish

Mr.Royer
he makes us do stuff that will not help us in any way.
I always mess around and dont do anything.Ihate hes class

Computers

Mrs.Hinojosa
is makeing us do this because i have no idea.
We have to show what we hve done i classes and if we have learnd from it.
ad how we learned about
it

Math

we did a project over winter break. wich the hardest to
because he did not teach us anything, because hes stupid
i learned because he touht us how to do itwhen we faild to get it right.

Social studies

In social studies we had to write a position paper about how the slaves or freed blacks
were complaining abotu how they did npt have the same rigths as the white people

Physics

Science Fair
we have to do a science fair because it was 25% of our grade.
we had started in like the beging of the year.

English

John F. Kennedy
We were forced to analyze so that we could practice for the test,and
if we didnt do it we would get a detention.We also S.A.T we had to present on books we read.

ac180

PRIVACY POLICIES

You receive an e-mail message from someone you don’t know. You ask them who they are then you call online predator. And if they don’t stop you tell some one to do some thing about it and to call the authorities so they can trace the person down and arrest them.
Your friend is planning to meet you at the mall. You say your going to go then you don’t go but if you do go have a grown up with you the whole time so that other person wont do anything to you.
A cyber pal asks for your address so that she can send you a party invitation. You give her your neighbor’s address and you check their mail every day.
A Web site asks for your full name and date of birth in order to enter you in a sweepstakes. You make it up so that way you wont get in trouble and you wont give people all your information. What you can also do is tell a grown up if you could

1.You receive an e-mail message from someone you don’t know. You ask hem who they are then you call online predator.

2.Your friend is planning to meet you at the mall. You say your going to go then you don’t go

3.A cyber pal asks for your address so that she can send you a party invitation. You give her your neighbor’s address and you check their mail every day

4.A Web site asks for your full name and date of birth in order to enter you in a sweepstakes. You make it up

timeline

Ill I have to say is. I played ball agaist the wrong team and won. Then braged about it,two hours later i was never heard of again.

epitaph

Basketball is like this for young Indian boys, all arms and legsand serious stomach muscles. Every body is brown!These are the twentieth-century warriors who will never kill,although a few sat quietly in the deserts of Kuwait,waiting for orders to do something, to do something.
God, there is nothing as beautiful as a jumpshoton a reservation summer basketball courtwhere the ball is moist with sweat,and makes a sound when it swishes through the netthat causes Walt Whitman to weep because it is so perfect.
There are veterans of foreign wars herealthough their bodies are still dominatedby collarbones and knees, although their bodies still respondin the ways that bodies are supposed to respond when we are young.Every body is brown! Look there, that boy can runup and down this court forever. He can leap for a reboundwith his back arched like a salmon, all meat and bonesynchronized, magnetic, as if the court were a river,as if the rim were a dam, as if the air were a ladderleading the Indian boy toward home.
Some of the Indian boys still wear their military hair cutswhile a few have let their hair grow back.It will never be the same as it was before!One Indian boy has never cut his hair, not once, and he braids itinto wild patterns that do not measure anything.He is just a boy with too much time on his hands.Look at him. He wants to play this game in bare feet.
God, the sun is so bright! There is no place like this.Walt Whitman stretches his calf muscleson the sidelines. He has the next game.His huge beard is ridiculous on the reservation.Some body throws a crazy pass and Walt Whitman catches itwith quick hands. He brings the ball close to his noseand breathes in all of its smells: leather, brown skin, sweat,black hair, burning oil, twisted ankle, long drink of warm water,gunpowder, pine tree. Walt Whitman squeezes the ball tightly.He wants to run. He hardly has the patience to wait for his turn."What's the score?" he asks. He asks, "What's the score?"
Basketball is like this for Walt Whitman. He watches these Indian boysas if they were the last bodies on earth. Every body is brown!Walt Whitman shakes because he believes in God.Walt Whitman dreams of the Indian boy who will defend him,trapping him in the corner, all flailing arms and legsand legendary stomach muscles. Walt Whitman shakesbecause he believes in God. Walt Whitman dreamsof the first jumpshot he will take, the ball arcing clumsilyfrom his fingers, striking the rim so hard that it sparks.Walt Whitman shakes because he believes in God.Walt Whitman closes his eyes. He is a small man and his beardis ludicrous on the reservation, absolutely insane.His beard makes the Indian boys righteously laugh. His beardfrightens the smallest Indian boys. His beard tickles the skinof the Indian boys who dribble past him. His beard, his beard!
God, there is beauty in every body. Walt Whitman standsat center court while the Indian boys run from basket to basket.Walt Whitman cannot tell the difference betweenoffense and defense. He does not care if he touches the ball.Half of the Indian boys wear t-shirts damp with sweatand the other half are bareback, skin slick and shiny.There is no place like this. Walt Whitman smiles.Walt Whitman shakes. This game belongs to him.


free verse

Ms.Basham the firts one i posted is a lyric not a ballad sorry

now jeremy told me not to try
he was that good,
but for the love of the game
i'd put him to shame,
the first match i'd lost
and my pride seemed to fall,
i swore to this kid
i'd be back and we'd ball.

i'm not the best
i do miss my share,
but i've got the heart
and he's got the spark,
now my mind is made up
it's time to return
back to the lot
and stuff this kid's shots.

i remember it clear
the look on his face
when i blocked his first shot
hard into his face
he stared in amazement
he knew it was time,
he knew we weren't playing
the game on the line

we played with our hearts
and realized it then...
that we're ballers....
.... we're friends....
ballad

It’s just a game they say-

Tell it to the kid who gave up smokin’
who’s no longer stuck jokin’ about cancer-
because someone gave him a token to play

Tell it to the kid who just dropped a sweet dime
saw the smile on his daddy’s face for the first time
found that on the court he had rhythm and rhyme

Tell it to the girl who finally found a place
where she doesn’t have to put on a new face
and she can take on the world at her own pace

Tell it to the guys who bang the boards at noon
knowing their lunch hour will be through soon
stickin’ around because this game plays their tune

Tell it the kid who just joined his first team
who finally found out what the word means
because it’s something his family never seemed

Tell it to the people with empty pockets
who feel rich when the ball hits the net like a rocket
the adrenaline pulsing like it came from an electrical socket

Tell it to the kids in a gun-riddled city
who have to grow up hard and gritty
people tellin’ them they’ll never be witty

You know what they’d say don’t you
who are you- if you had half a clue
if only you knew what they had to do
you’d know it was the only way to see it through

sonnet

my home work

[Talking, Chamillionaire]
Yeah
Get out your seat if your ready to see the game, Chamilliatary Man
Its yours truely Chamillionaire, welcome to Houston, Texas
Home of the 2006 All-Star Game, lets go

[Chorus]
We gon show ya how to get your ball on (get ya ball on)
We some winners over here and ya'll know (ya'll know)
If you didn't come to play then you can go home (you can go home)
It's the 2006 NBA Song
We gon show ya how to step ya game up (ya game up)
Cause the team losing this one aint us (aint us)
Game time, so the competitions run-nning
NBA All-Star Game, best stand up

[Verse 1, Chamillionaire]
Gimme that rock, i'll take the shot homie i'll show you what to do with it
Who that is?
That the super high percentage shoota kid
Put you on the game like its McGrady out there shooting it
You don't want the plot, you aint hot
You out there shooting bricks
Step ya game up
But i won't even call no names
You can jump, my boy will dunk it on ya like LeBron James
Ray Allen behind the arch will teach ya bout the long range
Making that ball catch on fire, look like you saw a flame
You know the West ready to rumble like my candy, Carmelo
And the East Tryna sweep like a dirty yard blowa
With ball-handlas like my first singleya kno ya
Boy Allen I. gonna show ya how to really cross ova
And the only selling out, is the seats in the arena
Shaq will ya break down, go pick the pieces of your team up
You think your beating Kobe down court then your a dreama
Your defense on the court sounding like "Have you seen em?"

[Chorus]
We gon show ya how to get your ball on (get ya ball on)
We some winners over here and ya'll know (ya'll know)
If you didn't come to play then you can go home (you can go home)
It's the 2006 NBA Song
We gon show ya how to step ya game up (ya game up)
Cause the team losing this one aint us (aint us)
Game time, so the competitions run-nning
NBA All-Star Game, best stand up

[Verse 2, Chamillionaire]
You tryna beat up in the paint, Kenyon Martin says "ya can't"
Ya every shot gettin blocked, like bad money at the bank
Ya got the illest jumpa? better be careful wha you think
Cuase Yao Ming blockin ya shot like he don't care bout your rank
Yeah, How did you think that you could actually win something?
Kevin Garnett be under the net and thats when you win nothing
Stop bal-hogging playa, pass it to Tim Duncan
Alley-Oop!
Towards the hoop!
Catch it and Tim will dunk it
The Heat is on fire
Gary Paytons got the rock
Pull up behind the key, and pop, all you can do it watch it drop..
HES HOT
Alonzo got ya posted up on the block
Bout to show ya what he got
Time is running off the clock
You've got, Payton confused with somebody that would lose
Carmelo brekaing your ankles like you didnt tie your shoes
Leaving another ego bruised, to the crime sceence without no clues
The 2006 All-Stars...
Tell me what it do
haha

[Chorus]
We gon show ya how to get your ball on (get ya ball on)
We some winners over here and ya'll know (ya'll know)
If you didn't come to play then you can go home (you can go home)
It's the 2006 NBA Song
We gon show ya how to step ya game up (ya game up)
Cause the team losing this one aint us (aint us)
Game time, so the competitions run-nning
NBA All-Star Game, best stand up

ballad
Chamillionaire