Final Project

Im gunna add onto a descriptive piece and expand on it.

Twin day final work

Twin día es un día muy entretenido durante la semana de la batalla. Es un día donde los niños quieren usar la misma ropa que sus amigos. ¿Cuál es a diferencia de días normales en que cuando un amigo lleva la misma cosa terminan preguntándose quién se ve mejor. Esta vez todo el mundo tiene el mismo aspecto. Color de coordinación para el mejor. Nunca habría pensado que tantas personas tienen el mismo aspecto y tienen la misma ropa. Me refiero por supuesto a calcular los equipos de deporte para tener el mismo tipo de artes de la práctica, sino también todos los demás? Nunca he visto a la gente con todos los mismos calcetines y gafas y camisetas de todos en el mismo día. ¿Están usando la misma ropa interior también? poka rosa salpicada boxeadores a nadie? Por lo que sabemos, podría haber alguna oscilación esos momentos. Es como los 60's y 70's con los Afros, sólo con la ropa ahora. Su bebé sí groovy. Espanol loco.

Wacky Day: in czech final work

Wacky středu

Není všechno, že šílený, ve skutečnosti je to druh sentimentální

Vlastně ne mnoho příliš šílený

To některé lidi druh nešťastného

Ne tak populární jako sport nebo pyžama den

Nejvíce se dostanete nějaké

Groovy ponožky

Funky klobouk

Pschycadelic sluneční brýle

Kombinéza

Zemědělec tu a tam

A Shaggy učitelé angličtiny

Kdo jsou obvykle chlupaté

Takže ve skutečnosti

Wacky středu není šílený

Je to vlastně jiná, než těch pár ořechů, které se účastní

Normální středu

Možná, kdyby jsme pojmenovali Praštěné středu normální středu

Pak všichni by dostali šílený, když by měl být normální

Jako studenti jsme chtěli v rozporu s mužem

Stejně jako rozpočet

Stuck, aby člověk

Nebo žena

Jen tak pro legraci

Vzhledem k tomu, pravdivě

To bych se zbláznil udeřit

Pajama Day final work

The week of battle. The first theme day : pajama day. So now here's a story about me any my pajamas and why i am not wearing my pajamas. It all started that hot Sunday afternoon. I was tanning in my backyard, in my pajamas. My reason for tanning was because of my amazing farmers tan from lacrosse which is absolutely ridiculous. I did not have much energy because of the morning lacrosse clinic i was working at. That is where my pajamas first got in a mess. A little kid, decided it would be fun to hit me with mud. So not only he, but multiple of his little amigos decided to flower me in mud. my normally grey pants now had a nice pattern of brown spots on them, sure to be a fashion style in a few years. As i was tanning i was unaware that my cousin decided to have a little fun with me. First of all i fell asleep, and left my hands on my abdomen. I got sunburned so i now had a outline of my hands on my stomach. My cousin created an elaborate scheme to get back at me for sneaking over his home to jack all of his tools for his car. First my cousin tied a rope to the lounge chair. This rope connected to the handle of the hose. The hose was sturdily held by a chair and the part where the water departs from was pointed straight at me. The second i awoke and leaned forward the hose shot and drenched me. I could not free myself and therefore for three hours i sat and got hit with water, my pajamas never dried out.

Response to Biz Markie: Just a Friend final work

Well what if they really are just a friend
Not every girl cheats on there guy
Just like how not every guy cheats on their girl
Some do, some do not
It’s a two way street
When a partner goes away can you truly trust them?
Do you get worried, panicky?
Thoughts racing he/her with another guy/girl?
Will they say we need to talk?
Bad news coming out of their mouths like a dam breaking
Water rushing through destroying everything
Pillars that once held up your relationship gone
The once sturdy base washed away
Under a sea of pain

But what are we really afraid of?
Losing a lover?
Are they your Romeo or Juliet?
Is this a Taylor Swift song?
Well it sure isnt no Love Story
So you have no choice
Move on
Because I feel that in the end
If we do not move on
We will end up like a cactus
In the middle of some barren desert in Nevada
All Alone

Def Jam Poem (imaginary friend) final work

So your four and three quarters

Still a little plump around the edges, beaming with delight

You haven’t been around for that long

And with no siblings there is no one to amuse you on long days

But then you discover

Frank

Your Imaginary Friend

Before long you and Frank are everywhere together

Talking to him one on one in your bedroom

At the park

On the jungle gym

You play hide and seek with him and he always wins

When asked something you must confer with him first

He has the best opinions’

Then you start to become a little more destructive sometimes you know

You’re a little kid, just chilling

thowing a ball to Frank

You know, and then Frank misses
You shatter a vase

your mom’s favoritest vase in the entire world!

So you’re spazzing

hiding in a closet hoping not to be found

then mom finds the vase
it was not me mom!

Out of downright desperation you say:
It was

Frank

My Imaginary Friend

He is not upset, he is happy to take a fall for his best friend

He knows your deepest darkest secrets

like how to sneak cookies before dinner

or how to stay up past your bedtime

Sometimes you even tell him about the cute preschool girls you’re crushing on

Frank is an outstanding listener

You can trust him with anything because he is

Frank

You’re imaginary Friend

Suddenly you’re six and in Kindergarten

Playing with blocks and toys

You and Frank are distant now

So many new friends you have met

they actually catch the ball during catch

Soon enough you have forgotten about your first childhood amigo

The one person who kept you afloat when barney got turned off
Or big bird got into a pickle on sesame street.
Or just when you were alone, he always was there for you
It was the one and only
Frank

Your Imaginary Friend

Do you still have yours?