chapter 5

1.Radiocarbon dating is when scientist find somthing old and find how old it is. they do this by measuring the carbonaceous materials. this is very helpfull. However there are somthings that are wrong with this process. One thing is that they dont always do it with the item that they want to no how old it is. They will use somthing closer to it and say it is the same old. another problem is the tecnolagy has changed. So like twenty years ago the mathmatical steps could have been wrong.

2. I would have lived in china because they have very good food. I liked how there old buldings looked.

CHAPTER 3

They said they were Catholics. But I didn’t’ believe them. Why would they kill us just to kill us? They were Spaniards and we were Indians. We had been living here for many years. Why? Why would they want to kill us? Those were the thoughts that went through our heads the night before the battle. The whole night we look down at their camps, in the valley while we prepared our spears and bows for the battle we didn’t want to fight.

Finally the time came we, about 80,000 of us, went to fight the 400 of them. When our fighters saw them riding their very large dogs we didn’t know what to shoot. There was also a weird sound it sounded like jingles coming from the dogs’ legs. When they came closer there was loud BANGING and BOOMING sounds. It put us all in shock. My fellow Indians began to get hit with very small particles that were coming from the objects that made the bang sounds. The particles came so fast that they were invisible to our eye sight. Many of our people were getting killed. They began to form massive piles.

What was left of our group tried to retreat; the Spaniards followed and killed more and more of us. My friend and I hid in a trench while they continued to kill. Somehow we managed to stay hidden.

After what seemed like forever they left. So we went to see if any one else survived. But all that was on the battle field was bodies piled on top of each other.

chapter 2

What role did ‘geography’ play in the story of the Maori and the Moriori?






The Maori lived a few thousand miles south of the Moriori so this was why it took the Moriori such a long time to find out that they existed. Also it was from island to island. They had to develop good water craft to get from island to island. What are the chances that they would run into another island.

chapter 1

a mororias guy i made

chapter 1

The Neandertherthals were dominating in Europe. Then they disappeared when the Cromagnons men arrived and the Neandertherthals disappeared. What do you think happened to them?

What I think happened is that the Cromagnons brought weird diseases that where very harmful to the Neandertherthals but not harmful to themselves. I think they were nice to each other when they first came. Soon the Neandertherthals found out what was happening so they decided to fight. Many were killed. In fact there were no Neandertherthals left. The Cromagnons had more advanced weapons so this helped them win.

Timmy is a 7 year old who lives a double life. He is Super Kid and Timmy Smith. Timmy lives a normal life with normal friends and he goes to a normal school. One thing that no one knows is Timmy’s dad is The Superman. He too had a double life. Anyway, one day superman was called in on a super secret mission that required him to go away for awhile. So super kid was the man of the house while his dad was away. One day while Timmy (Super Kid) was walking to school he saw a mean looking adult walking towards him. As he got closer he saw who it was it was, his father. Dun Dun Dunn.

His father walked up and said “hello Timmy” with an evil sneer on his mouth. Timmy began running away because he knew something was wrong, but his dad grabbed his backpack; he yanked it so hard it came right of. Superman, Timmy’s dad, flew away with the bag. Timmy didn’t want this to happen so he decided to chase him. The chase was long they went through three cities, Trashcan City, Dumpster City, and Dump Land. Finally Super Kid caught Superman. It was a fight near the lake. They fought into the water then all of a suddenly Superman stopped fighting, so so did superkid. What had happened was his dad was sleep walking. So Timmy and his dad worked it out. And they lived happily ever after.

VOCAB

dirt biking is my forte.

weird art

It happened that night
There was sight
The firefighters came
With nothing to gain
The frame fell
In the city of Dale

As the glass shattered
People scattered
Two were hurt
Ones name was Burt
The frame stands there today
In a very odd way.


wow that is random?!?!

dungons and dragons

The first thing I want to say, Beatrice, is I think you are going over board on his suicide. Just because the Dungeons and Dragons books were “towards” the top, that doesn’t mean anything. It could very well be a dirt biking magazine or a Sudoku book. That doesn’t mean anything. Dungeons and Dragons is a stupid game and a waist of time but I don't think a game like this could drive a kid to suicide. Did you ever think of other reasons why he would kill himself. It could have been family problems, problems with friends, or drugs. I think you need to reconsider his death. Did the police investigated maybe they could figure out what drove him to do it. I am very sorry for you and your family. But don’t blame a stupid game for his death. Maybe your son just had problems. You need to calm down and start all over on his death. Sometimes things like this just happen, maybe you will never now why he died. There is sure to be many possibilities that you over looked. IT COULD HAVE BEEN ANY THING.
Cody

thompsons violin

One day, you wake up in hospital. In the nearby bed lies a world famous violinist who is connected to you with various tubes and machines.
To your horror, you discover that you have been kidnapped by the Music Appreciation Society. Aware of the maestro’s impending death, they hooked you up to the violinist.
If you stay in the hospital bed, connected to the violinist, he will be totally cured in nine months. You are unlikely to suffer harm. No one else can save him. Do you have an obligation to stay connected?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?



I am not sure what I would do. I think the right thing to do is stay, but I really don’t know if I could. I would do it for my family and my close friends. If the “violinist” paid me like 2 million $ I would probably do it. I know that isn’t right but I would be wasting 9 months lying in bed; I should get paid something. Right? If I was the person who needed help, I would give anything for someone to stay with me. If I ended up staying there I would buy tons of movies, books, and video games. The violinist and I would also talk about every thing that has happened in our lives. I would also want to travel (in our beds, attached of course). I really do not know what I would do unless I was in that position. Oh yea, I would stay there for Mr. Ross!!

book review

------------------------------"No More Dead Dogs"--------------------------

In "No More Dead Dogs" by Gordon Korman, Wallace Wallace refuses to tell a lie. Wallace Wallace, who is a football jock, is in junior high and in eighth grade. For his first 13 years of life he has never told a lie. Now in eighth grade he is challenged to lie but refuses.
Wallace Wallace reads Old Shep and hates it. He dislikes the fact that in every book about a dog the dog dies in the end. So when it comes time for Wallace to write a book review, he tells the teacher what he truly thinks of the book. Since his teacher is unhappy with the review, Wallace is banned from football practice and is put on detention in the theater room until he writes a good review. Which in his case would be lying. Once he figures he isn’t going to lie he decides to get comfortable in the play rehearsals of Old Shep. After making a few changes in the play, someone decides to pull a few pranks on the set. Obviously everyone knows that Wallace hates Old Shep so the pranks get blamed on him.
Will Wallace Wallace lie and write a good book review to get back on the football team? Is Wallace Wallace the one pulling off these pranks? To find out you need to pick up your copy of "No More Dead Dogs" by Gordon Korman at your local bookstore or library.

book review

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I'm 94/100. I try my hardest but sometimes get tired of school and slack. I also get realllllly mad at the computer sometimes. I am having a hard time in my math class because I am used to learning out of a text book. I also am not used to telling how I do my math. I just do it. This school is different. It is harder than normal school. This school has more test than my old school and it is "project based learning.". I get stressed a lot and want to go back to home school but my parents will not let me. I am happy with my grades in humanities and in spanish but not math. I am trying my hardest in math class and redoing almost all my work. Sometimes I don't understand what Ms. Pierce wants me to do. I do a lot of hard work but then get it wrong. I think that I need to make sure I know what she wants before I go do my work. A few goals I have are:
1. pass all my classes with a c+
2. make alot of cool friends
3. be a good role model and leader
4. be respected by my teachers

box! box! box! box!

Hi my name is Bobby, Bobby Bill. I am here to tell you the story of how I became one of those box heads…. It all started when I was on a road trip with my four friends Cody, Wesley, Cameron, and Joey S. we were traveling from San Diego to New Mexico. We were going to New Mexico to ride dirt bikes we heard that there were a lot of good riding places there. The trip started June 20, 2011. We were done with high school. Altogether we had 500 dollars, 4 dirt bikes, a small box trailer, food, cloths, and camping supplies. We had two plans. One was not to have a plan. And the other was to get to New Mexico. We started going east towards Arizona around 11pm we got to the Colorado River and stayed at our friend’s river house. The next day we did not feel like driving so we took out our friends jet skis. They also had a wakeboard so we did that all day. It was blast. The next day we decided to move on so we drove. Half way through the day we began seeing cattle on large vegetated fields.


As the sun began to drop we decided to scare sleeping cows so we pulled over and quietly hopped the fence we crept up to our first subject. It was a plump brown cow we slapped his behind and then he jumped, moooooed, and fell over. We got farther and farther from the car and soon figured out that we had no clue where we were. So we wandered around when out of nowhere men dressed in suits with boxes on there head surrounded us. They grabbed us, stripped us down to our boxers, and put itchy suits on us. It was weird because we let them do this to us. Then every day for the rest of our life we wandered around like cows with boxes on our head.

"Remember focus on what you have and what your good at, and be thankful for what you have. Keep GOD first in your life and don't take anything for granted. Believe in yourself, stay dedicated, and always think positive. The power is within, it's up to you."-Ronnie Faisst

BOBBY BILL

His name is Bobby Bill, a full time user of the gullies and ally ways of New York. His occupation is begging for food and money. He also collects cans to save up for an annual subway fee. One day he decided he wanted to become rich. So Bobby saved enough money to buy a nice pair of Nikes. His plan was to trade different items. He took his Nikes to the subway and sat on a bench with a large sign that read “trade almost anything for Nikes” He sat there with the sign for 1 hour then a kind 5 year old girl traded a mp3 player for the shoes. He thanked the girl then flipped over the sign and wrote "trade for mp3 player". The rest of the day he had no luck. He went to his "home," a cardboard box, and got a good nights sleep.

The next day, waiting in line to get into the subway station, he saw flashes and heard clicking. When he went through the turnstile he saw a photographer taking his picture. Bobby looked at him like he was wacko and rolled his eyes. He was planning on having a great day, holding his sign, and reading the paper that he had found in the trash. But he could not understand why someone would take pictures of random people. He decided that he would never find out.

Day after day Bobby would trade, getting more valuable objects each time. When he was traded a taxi, he began to trade outside. He traded the taxi for a hotrod, then the hotrod for a charter bus. His objects got greater and greater in value. Soon he traded and got a house. He no longer wanted to exchange. He was happy with what he had. He got a job and in 20 years he had every thing he needed. He also had enough money to retire.

One day he was searching random blogs. He came across one that had pictures of people walking through turnstiles. He recalled the day when he walked through a turnstile as well and a photographer had taken his picture. He was looking through the pictures and he spotted himself 20 years ago as a hobo. He was glad he made that decision all those years before…………………………THE END

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these people are in repose

this is a tundra

you have to have a song with a good tempo to dance

this plant is flourishing

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YEAH i reached 100 views

dream to disaster

I remember it like it was yesterday; it all happened so quickly it is hard to explain, but I will try my best to tell you how my life went from a dream to a disaster.
When I was young I grew up in a large town called Los Angeles. For the first five years I got everything I wanted from dirt bikes to tree houses. Everything was great even when I started school. In kindergarten I immediately became the coolest kid in the grade. I was the “Cool” kid. It was great! This was the same throughout elementary school. I thought that nothing could stop me, but I was wrong. It was Monday November 3. I came home from school, burst open the door, and then I saw my mom. She looked the same way as when her grandma had died. Then she broke the silence and said “your father lost his job and we have to move to Montana so he can get a similar job.”
That night all I could do was cry. In two months we moved. I disliked my house, my city, and everyone there. In the next two years I managed to make one friend. I thought this was the worst thing that would ever happen to me; I was wrong. After giving up in life I started to do drugs hoping this would get me friends. I started to make a few druggie friends. They weren’t friends just people I knew. I did more and more drugs then one night I had an overdose. This messed me up in the head, and I began to get out of control I couldn’t even control myself. I would freak at home, at school, and at my afternoon job. One day my mom decided the best thing to do was call the cops and send me to a insane asylum. So that happened. At first I made fun of the other people that were stuck in this wacko place, but then I began to realize that I had the same problems they did. I was imprisoned to this place. My mom had given me and all my rights to this evil place.

When I was about 30 I had lost hope in everything. Then she walked into the asylum.

This was the first time I had seen something worth living for in 23 years. She had long blond hair flowing down to her waist line. She looked about my age; she was beautiful. I couldn’t wait to meet her, so two days after she entered this not so gloomy place I introduced myself to her. To my surprise she looked at me like I was speaking another language. Then I saw her begin to move her hands around very quickly. I again asked her name but she still did not seem to understand me. Then it struck me she was deaf.
I found a person that could translate. I found that her name was Betty and she was from San Diego, which is near Los Angeles. As you know that is near where I used to live when I was a kid. We hung out for about a year and she taught me a lot of sign language. We really clicked. I decide to ask her to marry me. I proposed and she said yes, in sign language of course. We lived happily for 8 years then once again disaster stuck. Betty began to get sick. She had a heart attack and sadly passed away. I did not handle this well, so I went into deep depression. For one year I did nothing but sit in my room and think about Betty. Eventually, I came down with a bad cold and my body could not fight it. I too passed away. A few months after I died they cremated my body. Then they put my ashes in a rusting tin can, and now I sit in The Library of Dust on a shelf with 5,000 unfortunate others. All I have left is the number 2,859 on a piece of duct tape on my lid. I have one way to express myself and that is my moody colored tin can. THE END

By CODY the Man

From Dream To Disaster

I remember it like it was yesterday it all happened so quickly it is hard to explain but I will try my best to tell you how my life went from a dream to a disaster.
When I was young I grew up in a large town called Las Angeles. For the first 5 years I got every thing I wanted from dirt bikes to tree houses. Every thing was great even when I started school. In kindergarten I immediately became the coolest kid in the grade. I was the “Cool” kid. It was great. This was the same throughout elementary school I Thought that nothing could stop me but I was wrong. It was Monday November 3. I came home from school burst open the door and then I saw my mom. She looked the same way as when her grandma had died. Then she broke the silence and said “your father lost his job and we have to move to Montana so he can get a similar job.”
That night all I could do was cry. In two months we moved. I disliked my liked my house my city and every one there. In the next two years I managed to make one friend. I thought this was the worst thing that would ever happen to me I was wrong. After giving up in life I started to do drugs hoping this would get me friends. I started to make a few druggie friends. They weren’t friend just people I new. I did more and more drugs then one night I had an overdose. This messed me up in the head and I began to get out of control I couldn’t even stop myself. I would freak at home, at school, and at my afternoon job. One day my mom decided the best thing to do was call the cops and send me to a insane asylum. So that happened. At first I made fun of the other people that were stuck in this wacko place but then I began to realize that I had the same problems they did. I was imprisoned to this place my mom gave me and all my rights to this evil place.

When I was about 30 I had lost hope in everything. Then she walked into the asylum.…………….. to be continued.

letter to representatives

Watch this video http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=8678040636740692681&q=texas+legislation&total=264&start=0&num=10&so=0&type=search&plindex=0
What do you think? Below is what i think.

Dear Texas Representatives,
I was shocked to see you and your stupidity running around trying to vote over and over again on the issues before you. You and your fellow Representatives remind me of little kiddies running around getting candy after a pinata broke. I have a question WHAT ARE YOU DOING??????????? How can you do that? It's just not right or cool. All of the citizens who vote for what they want and then you screw up the votes. Thousands of Americans are just as disappointed as I am in you and your coworkers. How embarrassing to think that you represent our country.

Sincerely,
DISAPPOINTED

I was asked"Are we as men (and women!) caretakers of this fragile planet and all it’s creatures? Or are we merely the biggest bully on the playground? And what is human nature, anyway?" I think we were meant to be care takers of this planet but our technology increased to quickly and we used our technology in wrong ways like tearing down forest and stuff like that.

One day Waldo decided that he was getting to old to play hide and seek with kids. He wanted to hire Balto, the dog to be the one to hide. There was 1 problem Zaldo, Balto's owner, was the maker of I SPY. For hours Waldo thought about what to do. What should he do?

she is INCOGNITO

he is PLAGARIZING

this is a honda ACCORD

these pandas are RECIPROCATE