Asia Carter
Hamilton Salsich
Grade 9
April 22 2010
Family and The tepest
TS) On my road almost every house belongs to one of my cousins. SD) This is what I love about my family. CM) The fact that we are so big, yet a lot of us live near each other amazes me mostly because it wasn't always this way. CM) When my dad was my age, nobody lived on the reservation. SD) My cousin Skip Hayward started bringing people back to the reservation around 30 years ago. CM) Since then it keeps growing and growing population wise. CM) I have been in the same building as 350 people, and every single one of them is my cousin (thats not close to them all). SD) I love being surrounded by my family because I can really be myself with them. CM) Unlike at school when i'm with my family i'm usually playing football, basketball but i'm mostly quading. CM) Being with my family turns me into a whole different person. CS) If I didn't have a big family I wouldn't get my chance to be rough.
Monday, 26 April 2010
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Thursday, 8 April 2010
Essay 18
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Monday, 5 April 2010
Asia Carter
Hamilton Salsich
Monday April 5th, 2010
Essay #17
Who Deserves My Attention?:
An Essay About What I Am Dedicated To.
1) What is the hardest thing to loose but the easiest thing to keep? 2) Friends and family, because they love you no matter what. 3) This mutual love is the reason why I dedicate myself to my friends and family. 4) I love them more than life itself.
TS) For me the most important items in my life are my friends and family. SD) I dedicate most of my time to my friends and family simply because I invest love in those that I care for. CM) Because I dedicate my time to my friends and family I am usually surrounded by people who can accept me for me. CM) My friends and family are always helping me out and watching my back and thats something you cant just ignore. SD) Thinking back to all of the past years I notice that no matter what my true friends and family are the only people I can really count on. CM) One of the most important things for me is to give back to those who have given so much to me. CM) In this messed up world there aren't many people I can trust so in this dark world I have people who love me, and I love them too. SD) The main reason I dedicate my time to my friends and family is because those two things would be the hardest things for me to lose. CM) If for some reason something should happen to take even just one of them away from me, my would come crashing down. CM) The recent death of my friend Matty made me realize that I need to cherish my time with them because it could end any second. CS) I dedicate my time to my friends and family because they are all I need.
1) Every one is born with family, people who care because they enjoy seeing you succeed. 2) Later on you make up your group of friends, people you trust so that they can be around you at all times. 3) Keep those who care for you close to your heart because when something hurts you they will be your sheild. 4) Love your friends and family.
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Thursday, 18 February 2010
Essay 16
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Wednesday, 17 February 2010
Essay 14
Asia Carter
Hamilton Salsich
Grade 9
February 14, 2009
My Winter Wonder Land:
A Story About Winter
Winter air is so refreshing, so pure, so cold. There is nothing better than walking outside on a cold winter morning and taking a deep breath in. Sometimes it's almost as if all your problems flee with that one breath. The cold air takes over your body and an exhilarating feeling rushes into your pores. In an instant you feel at one with the birds, animals, and earth around you. The winter wonderland around you enhances you.
My winter wonderland consists of my back yard, snow, and a gray sky. White crystals falling from above. Ever since I was a little girl I have found something magical about the winter time. Skiing, snowmobiling, snowboarding, snow shoeing, ice fishing, making a snow man, sledding and many more things are able to take place just because white powder is on the ground.
For me there is nothing like running around in the snow with a tank top and shorts on. Some might find this action a little strange but it wakes me up and refreshes my sumer blown mind. I love sticking my toes in and rolling around in that freezing white puffy powder so imperfectly placed on the ground. In the instance my body goes numb, and I run inside and sit in front of the warm cozy fire. As the hot chocolate pours down my esophagus and drips into my stomach my body is then again filled with heat only making me want to do it one more time.
Although summer is my favorite season I can appreciate winter. I appreciate all winter because it allows mother earth to be reborn. Some people never get to experience snow, new get to ski down a mountain, and never get to go sledding, this is why I never take my winter time for granted. Who knows maybe one day there will be no winter. Winter is the season that holds many holidays, delays and snow days. Winter also holds many wonders, making a winter wonder land.
Self Assessment :
1. One writing issue I am continuing to work on: My polishing skills.
2. One strong point I see in this piece of writing: My poetic sentences.
3. One possible weak point I see: The unity of the essay.
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Wednesday, 3 February 2010
Essay 14
Asia Carter
Hamilton Salsich
9 Grade
February 3, 2010
TS) The less there is of something the more valuable it is. SD) In Shakespeare's sonnet #29 the narrator expresses that he feels he has no friends. CM) He Felt alone and didnt understand what he did to deserve this fate. CM) He really was searching through his brain to find an answer. SD) After he thought about it he realized that he did have something worth living for, his love. CM) Because he had no friends, his love for another shined brighter. CM) His love was also stronger because he only shared it with one person. CS) All in all he found that his lack of friends turned out for the better.
TS) When I feel down I also think of a certain someone. SD) I think about my best friend Shylia. CM) When everything in my world is crashing down I think of her and it makes me smile. CM) Her friendship is like no other friendship I have ever had and I never want it to end and I wish to grow old with her. SD) When I think of Shylia I am reminded that there are people who care about me. CM) I have many other friends that I am also reminded of, but Shylia is always the first to enter my mind. CM) She is one of the only people who can change my mood. SD) Like Shakespeare and his love, I would be so lost without Shylia.
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Wednesday, 27 January 2010
Essay 13
2. One strong point I see in this piece of writing: I think that I have unity through out the essay.
3. One possible weak point I see: I may be to vague on some parts.
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Wednesday, 20 January 2010
An Inclass Essay About Questions.
1)Sometimes I wonder why certain things happen. 2) Like why did my dog die? 3) Why did my dad develop diabetes? 4) Some say I should search for the reason, but Rainer Maria Rilke in Letters to a Young Poet says live in the question and not care about the answer.
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Wednesday, 13 January 2010
Free Style Essay 11
Asia Carter
Hamilton Salsich
Grade 9, English
January 13, 2010
Proud Native American:
An Essay about What Is Important to Me.
Around 400 years ago, a conflict started between my ancestors, members of the Mashantucket Pequot tribe, and the English. Blood was shed, homes torn to the ground, lives and land taken away. It all started when the Narragansets killed Captain John Stone on Block Island. The English were outraged and wanted to get even immediately. When the Narraganset were confronted, they blamed my ancestors. The English attacked, and killed all the warriors on the island and took around 200 woman and children as prisoners. This caused tension in Mystic and eventually evolved into the Pequot War (Some people called it a war, Pequots called it a massacre.). Either way, if it was up to the English, especially John Mason, who killed most of the warriors, there would not be Mashantuckets around today.
The tribe and my culture are vital to me. Since I was six months old, my elders have been surrounding me with information about my culture. One of the most important things for me is passing along my culture. The children of my tribe don't know that most of our culture is not written in a book. It is up to us to keep our culture going. On the reservation we think of everyone as close family, and my family is the most important thing in my life. My ancestors fought for me and gave there lives for me. The last thing I am going todo is watch my culture slowly fade away. Last week there was an inauguration on the reservation. The inauguration welcomed my 1st cousin Crystal Whipple and my 1st cousin Steven Thomas into tribal council. At the inauguration, like every other tribal gathering, the “flag song” was sung.(see video above) Almost every tribal member knows that song. They may not know the exact translation, but they know the meaning. They know it represents our freedom and what it took to get our freedom. While singing along with the drums I look around, I see 5 year olds, 17 year olds, and even 65 year olds singing, not because the are forced to or because it's polite, because it's important to them. Not only do I love my tribe, but I love helping my tribe because I feel that it is very important to give back to something that has given me so many opportunities. My tribe was supposed to be wiped off the face of the earth but my ancestors fought and fought to keep our culture alive. Nothing stopped us then, and nothing will stop us now, and I will make sure of it.
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Thursday, 7 January 2010
Shylia ran down the dirt road, her hair flowing with the wind, her boots sloshing in the slush, her cheeks red from the cold, her pants torn from a branch, the leaves crinkling with each step, the animals hidding as she ran by, the trees swaying from side to side, the nature around her responding to every move she made.
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Saturday, 2 January 2010
Asia Carter
English 9
Hamilton Salsich
December 9, 2009
Life On The Road:
An Essay About My Busy Life.
I need a break. I love living on the run but it would be nice if I had time to stop, breathe, and seize the moment. Rushing to make every appointment, game, and social event on time really takes a toll on a person. My schedule is so full I barley have enough time to just think. This is called in E. M. Forster's mind is called living on the road.
TS) Whats side of the hedge are you on? SD)In E. M. Forster's "The Other Side of the Hedge," he lives on the road, always moving never stopping to take a breath or help somebody. CM) The people on his side only care about themselves. CM)They never lend a helping hand, they just shame on him for taking a break. SD) He was longing to see what was on the other side was like. CM) At first when he got to the other side, which was a painful journey, he looked around and saw no one in a hurry. CM) He soon figured out that the other side had no rush or competition, so everyone worked together. CS) Now that he knew how significant the other side of the hedge is he had a better understanding of life.
TS) Its a tough life always living on the road. SD) I am on the road 24/7. CM) Basketball, Soccer, Lacrosse, Teal, Homework, my social life, and work can at times become overwhelming. CM) Although its less overwhelming during the summer, I never really get a break. SD) Every now and then I realize that my life on the road is catching up to me. CM) Sometimes I realise this to late and I crash. SD) I do wish that I could live on the otherside of the hedge, but I have way to many things that I am capable of doing to not live on the road. CM) I love every activity I do but at times its imposible for me to have a social life out side of school hourse because of homework. CM) The main reason why I crash is because I try and fit in a social life where there is absolutely no room. CS) As for now, I live on the road, hopefully someday I can live on the other side of the hedge.
Although living on the road is difficult, it is a challenge that can be met. Living on the road can be a strength building experience. Living on the other side of the hedge helps you gain balance in your life. Which one is more important to you?
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Wednesday, 9 December 2009
Essay 11
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Posted by Asj.(: at 17:25 2 comments
Thursday, 3 December 2009
Essay 10
Asia Carter
Hamilton Salsich
English 9
December 3, 2009
1) We all travel a long Journey over a 100 years (more or less). 2) This is the Journey of life. 3) This journey is made important because of the small journeys that happen in the middle. 4) Some of the smaller journeys have more importance in the long run, N. Scott Momaday believes him and his people had a journey worth sharing in his essay "The Way to Rainy Mountain."
TS) How will you reach your goal? SD) N.Scott Momaday went on a long journey to reach his goal of learning more about his grandmothers unique culture so he could educate others about it.CM) His grandmothers death was the main reason he decided to visit his home land in Oklahoma, on the Kiowa reservation. CM)He traveled " fifteen hundred miles to begin [his] pilgrimage".SD) His ancestors had a very complex story that Momaday was now anxious to learn about. CM) His ancestors did not start off in Oklahoma, they started in the mountains of Montana. CM) Because they moved they had to adopt parts of the crows culture, therefore altering there's.SD) His grandmother, Aho, was a symbol to him that their culture was still alive. CM) With his grandmothers death came what he thought of as the loss of his culture. CM) He soon found out that he could pass on information that his grandma shared with him and that itself would keep his culture alive. CS) It took a long journey for Momaday to relize that one fallen petal doesn't kill the flower, its the neglectance to water the roots.
TS) Even though I still am young, I too have had to make a long journey. SD) As a Kindergartner I had trouble socializing, which started my bumpy road to loneliness. CM) I remember feeling alone and different. CM) I remember sitting by myself watching the others play, thinking something was wrong with me. SD) I would cry myself to sleep because I didn't want to be different, I wanted friends. CM) I never truley fit in untill the road started to become smoother, near the end of sixth grade. CM) But all of the years leading up to sixth grade were brutal and horrible. SD) It took a lot of time and test on my brain before I realized that I needed to work with my self, instead of agaisnt myself. CM) I had to except myself as being different. CM) Without that important journy I am not positive that I would be here today because I would have never realized that I could easily gain friends. CS) Although I traveled a lond and hard 7 year bumpy road, like N.Scott Momaday's journey, my journey had an everlasting impact on how I live my life.
1) A journey can be a very painful process or a easy enjoyable process. 2) Either way it will have importance in your life journey. 3) The road to success is very bumpy but if you want success it is a road you must travel. 4) Good luck on your journeys, may they be as smooth as possible.
Posted by Asj.(: at 19:06 2 comments
Wednesday, 18 November 2009
Essay 9
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Wednesday, 11 November 2009
Essay 8
Posted by Asj.(: at 20:02 2 comments
