Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
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Monday, March 29, 2010

The Gecko That Ran For President

Introduction

I wrote this story because I thought that the idea of having a Leopard Gecko run for president would be funny. Plus, I have a Leopard Gecko, and his name is Leperdy. He is cute! Leperdy is a well-behaved pet and not too much work. All I really need to do for him is feed him crickets and check his lamp to make sure it’s on because he needs heat.

While writing this story, I learned about presidential elections. I found out that it’s not very easy for people to run for president. Can you imagine how difficult it would be for a gecko to run for president?


The Gecko That Ran For President

“Dad, will you tell me why there is a Leopard Gecko on that dollar bill?” asked the little girl….

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“I have never seen winds this big,” said Freddy, as they scorched the trail that led home. Freddy heard the sound of wings flapping in the air.

“What was that?” asked Leperdy. Leperdy and Freddy were two of the original, but common, Leopard Geckos with a yellow body and black spots. The two geckos were running home after a hard day of collecting food and crickets in the mountains.

“Look, it’s a bald eagle and it looks hungry!” said Freddy.

But he was too late. The bird opened its talons and grabbed Leperdy! For 7 days and 7 nights, the bird carried him high in the air until he found himself being dropped into the window of the White House. Then, he blacked out.

Leperdy awoke in a large room covered with a bunch of lab equipment. The room was shaped like a dome and had a sky roof over the whole ceiling. There were a few people who looked like scientists walking around with clipboards in their hands. Even with all those people and machines, the large room was kind of quiet.

What, huh, where am I? Everything is fuzzy. There are voices all around me. Are they my friends? Wait, I’m thinking in English. Wait, I thought there was only one human language. One of the shapes is human. They’re all human. One of them, a tall man with a smile on his face, wearing a lab coat, is coming toward me. He looks kind of happy.

“Hello, my name is Professor Buttbelow. I’m glad to see that you survived the transformation into smartness. While you were unconscious, we used a new machine on you. We thought that it was not fair to have America just be run by human kind, so we developed a machine that magnifies gecko brain waves and gives them superior intelligence. I will explain more on the way to the White House.”

“Wait, I never….,“ sputtered Leperdy.

The professor cut him off, and offered Leperdy one cricket if he’d run for President of the United States of America. Leperdy agreed ever so joyously. Then the professor picked Leperdy up, put him on his shoulder, and went outside. They then got into a limousine that carried them to the White House.

Professor Buttbelow said, “As I was saying earlier, we gave you superior knowledge to gecko kind and most people. You’re a genius! We did this because we were sick and tired of having people run the land and take over just because they’re a little smarter than the animals. But, in some ways, humans are no smarter than monkeys, and that’s insulting the monkeys. Humans are destroying beautiful landscapes with corporate buildings. And they are continuously whacking the atmosphere with a sledge hammer.”

“We also gave you some of the memories of past presidents so that’s why driving around in this limousine doesn’t seem new to you.”

After a not too long drive through Washington, D.C., Leperdy and the professor arrived at the White House gates. The professor showed the security guards a special permission letter from the current president, and they were let through immediately.

After getting dropped off by the limousine, they then walked in through the main doors of the White House.

“Right through there is the sign up room where they will check your eligibility to run for president. If you pass the test, you can sign up to run for president. Afterwards, Bob, a grade A student and a very nice kid, will be your personal guide. Bob will take you to your room when you are ready. Ok, any questions?” asked the professor.

“Ok, no questions,” said Leperdy. He then walked through the door to find an old-fashioned room lined with paintings of past presidents. The presidents seemed to be grinning at Leperdy.

At the end of the room was an antique mahogany desk. A man, dressed in a black suit with a blue tie that had pink flamingos dancing a tango, sat slumped behind the shiny, cleared desk. The man had a moderately chubby face, with cheeks that looked as if he had just stuffed his mouth with cupcakes. On his face, Leperdy saw a gloomy expression.

“Hello, my name is Jack, Jack Black,” the man sighed.

“Hello, my name is Leperdy, and I’m here to run for President of the United States.”

“Welcome! Will you take a seat on the wood chair in front of the desk? Can you reach the chair?”

“Sure, no problem,” said Leperdy as he hopped onto the chair. “Ok, what do I have to do to run for president?” asked Leperdy.

“First, read this contract.”

The contract was just one white piece of paper with no holes. It had a lot of words written in small print, but Leperdy read it speedily. “Ok. Now what?”

“Now, I interrogate you, I mean, I ask you a few questions based on the U.S. Constitution to make sure that you qualify to be President of the United States of America. Are you at least thirty-five years old?”

“Yes, I am exactly thirty-five years old, but I am a very healthy specimen. I’m going to be around for a long time, and you will never be able to get rid of me.”

“Darn!,” said Mr. Black as he hid a pretend hand pistol that he had aimed at Leperdy. “Were you born in the United States of America?

“Yes, I was born in the Rocky Mountains in Colorado.”

“Have you lived in the United States for at least fourteen years?”

“Yes, I have lived in the Rocky Mountains all my life.”

“Ok,” said Mr. Black, “You are now running for president!”

Bam bam, they heard a loud knock at the large, double doors. “That must be Bob,” said Jack Black. “He shows people to their rooms. Come in.”

Then, the door creaked open to reveal a boy with messy orange hair. He looked at Leperdy and said, “Hello, you look different from most of the people around here, but I don’t know how. Hmmmmm. Mr. Black, which room should I take him to?”

“The room three doors down the hall will suffice.”

“Follow me,” said Bob as he led Leperdy down the hallway. “Mister Leperdy, this will be your room.”

In the room, there was a small water bed with blue velvet sheets. The walls were painted sky blue with a bunch of black and white butterflies hand-drawn on the ceilings and walls. There was also a medium-sized window overlooking the city. It was a comfortable room for a Leopard Gecko.

“Well, better get some rest,” said Leperdy to himself. He settled on the bed under a warm blanket and went to sleep.

THE TELEVISED DEBATE

“Wake up, wake up!” yelled a voice in distress. Leperdy jumped up as if by instinct. Then, he noticed that it was just his alarm clock, waking him up for the day.

Leperdy got out of bed and went to the door. The minute he opened it, hands scooped him up and put him on their shoulder. “Off, to the waiting room!” yelled Bob.

“Where are we going?” asked Leperdy.

“We are going to the Interview Room where a reporter is interviewing the presidential candidates,” said Bob.

“But, I haven’t been nominated by one of the political parties yet!” exclaimed Leperdy.

Bob said, “Don’t worry; we already created the Animal Party. Since there are no other animals running for office, they already agreed to nominate you. They will be announcing it formally later at the Nominating Party.” While he was talking, the boy ran at the speed of light, zooming down the hall into a room with two other people in it.

Looking around the room, Leperdy saw blue walls and a red curtain covering one end of the room. In the room, was a sofa with two men sitting up straight, waiting quietly. Both wore navy suits and red ties. One of them had an elephant on his tie, the other a donkey. Leperdy thought to himself, I should have worn a tie with a Leopard Gecko, but what the heck, I can go naked, and that’s my style.

“Hello, Mr. Leperdy,” said one of them. “We too are running for president. You look a little short. Are you alright?”

“Yes, would you like a cupcake?” asked the other one.

“No, thank you, the only thing that I can eat is bugs,” said Leperdy.

“Oh,” said the first man, “My name is George W. Bush. My father used to be the president so I should have a good shot at the elections.

“And I’m Al Gore. I’m already the Vice President of the United States so I should have a good shot too,” said the other man.

“Mr. Bush, you’re on!” said a voice behind a curtain.

“Ok,” Mr. Bush yelled back. He then went and disappeared behind the curtain. Leperdy and Vice President Gore sat quietly. Mr. Bush came back out fifteen minutes later, and told Mr. Gore to go behind the curtain. When Mr. Gore came back, he told Leperdy to go behind the curtain too.

Leperdy went thru the curtain to find a room. The large room contained a tiny stage, just big enough for one person. On that stage was a small booth with a microphone and next to the stage was a bunch of camera equipment directed at the booth. The room also contained two people. One of them had a big movie recorder on a tall, black stand. The other person was a skinny, well-dressed young woman with a microphone in her hand.

She said, “Hello, my name is Bluebert Buxton. I’m from CNN News, and I will be interviewing you today. Would you please sit in that booth?”

“Ok, but do I get free crickets?”

“Um, no, I …., I don’t think so.”

The man with the movie recorder shouted, “We’re live in 5 4 3 2 1 Action!”

“Hello, I’m Bluebert Buxton from CNN News. We’re here live at the White House in our nation’s capital interviewing the presidential candidates. This is Leperdy who is running for President of the United States with the newly created Animal Party. Hello, Leperdy, would you like to tell us where you’re from?”

“Is this a trick question?” asked Leperdy.

“No! Now would you please stick to the script?”

“I have a script?” asked Leperdy.

“Yes!”

“Where?”

“In your brain!” shouted Bluebert Buxton.

The camera man turned away his camera, crunched a bag of cheese doodles, and announced “Technical difficulties.” The reporter turned away and for some reason it started it started raining from her eyes.

“Are you ok?” asked Leperdy.

“No, my show is known to have cooperative people, but you are not it. How can you possibly hope to get elected president if you don’t have good publicity?”

“I’m sorry. I apologize for ruining your show, but it was a sincere accident. I didn’t understand that it was not a trick question.”

Leperdy left the room feeling sure that he’d make it up to her, but being a gecko he quickly forgot.

AT THE DINNER PARTY

Later, that night, he went to a big formal dinner with George W. Bush and Al Gore in a large dining room in the White House. There was one big long table, set with fancy silverware and large platters of food like rice and potato salad and ice cream and a few lollipops. Sitting around the table were a bunch of people who looked moderately important, but Leperdy didn’t care enough to get acquainted. He sat down next to the other presidential candidates.

“The food looks great! Too bad I can’t eat it,” said Leperdy.

“It is very good,” said Mr. Bush. Boing went a sound. Boing, it sounded again. Then a cricket jumped onto the potato salad. Leperdy‘s hunting instincts took over. He sprang up on his feet and shot out his tongue. It hit the potato salad, but missed the cricket that jumped up and landed on Mr. Bush. Leperdy shot out his tongue, but instead of catching the cricket, his tongue got smashed all over Mr. Bush’s face.

Everyone was flabbergasted. Leperdy saw looks of surprise and horror on all the guests’ faces, and he felt ashamed.

After that, Leperdy just went to his room for the night. The halls seemed dark, empty, and quiet.

LEPERDY MEETS THE FIRST LADY

Just then, as he walked down the hallway, feeling lonely and hungry, a chameleon jumped in through the window with a pigeon flying in behind her. The chameleon looked scared, her brown eyes turned to Leperdy in fear, begging him to help her.

Leperdy heroically sprang into action, grabbed the pigeon’s tail, and pushed him into a coat rack. The pigeon stopped moving, stunned for a moment. Then, he got up and flew back out the window.

At that moment, Bob came in from around the corner. “I was going to tell you that you needed a First Lady, but you obviously already found one. I’ll take her to the sign up area immediately.”

ON THE AIRPLANE

The next morning, Leperdy woke up on an airplane. Next to him was Bob, the boy who had shown him to his room. “Where am I?” said Leperdy.

“Oh, hi Leperdy, we’re on an airplane going to New York City. I’ll tell you why later. Try to lay low. We don’t want you to get noticed.”

“Um, ok.”

Just then a cart careened by as a stewardess came by. “Would you like a cookie? We’re giving them away since they got infested with bugs,” she said.

“Would I ever,” said Leperdy.

“I don’t know, would you?” asked the girl again.

“Of course,” yelled Leperdy.

The girl handed Leperdy a bunch of bugs that got stuck together by a few chocolate chips. Leperdy ate the whole thing in one bite!

A voice came over the loudspeaker, “We will be landing shortly. Please buckle up.” Ten minutes later, they were getting out of the plane.

“We can go ahead. Our luggage is being dealt with by the limousine driver,” said Bob.

NOMINATING PARTY

Leperdy and Bob got into the waiting limousine. Bob said that they were going to meet their nominating party, the representatives from the Animal Party who had already agreed to back Leperdy for president. About an hour later, the cab stopped in front of a big building.

Even though Leperdy was from the Rocky Mountains, and accustomed to living in forested areas, he didn’t mind the big buildings of the city because they reminded him of the big boulders in the mountains.

“This is the Crazy People Inn Hotel where we are staying for the night,” said Bob. “Tomorrow, we’re going to spend the whole day at the political convention where you will make a speech and be formally nominated as the presidential candidate from the Animal Party.”

Bob then put Leperdy on his shoulder and took him in the building. Bob went up to a counter where he asked a man where his room was. The man said that it was on the fifth floor, Room 187. Bob then took Leperdy into an elevator and pressed the button. Suddenly, they were flying up and then they stopped. The door opened and they walked out. They then went into another room. In that room, there were a bunch of people.

Leperdy asked about them, wondering who they were.

Bob told him that they were his nominating party. “These people already agreed to nominate you for president because they feel the same way that you do about having humans controlling and destroying the earth.”

Bob and Leperdy went in the room and one of the men walked up to him. The man was super skinny, really tall, carried around a clipboard, and had an expression on his face as if he was on another planet.

“Hello, my name is Mr. Porkchop, and I am planning to run for office with you. The Animal Party has asked me to be your Vice President because I am exceedingly good at political stuff.”

“Thank you,” said Leperdy. “I am very glad that you will be running for Vice President with me, and I hope that we can work together to make the country a better place for humans and animals.”

“But it is now time for us to go to sleep,” said Mr. Porkshop. “Good night.”

Mr. Porkchop left the room, and went out to the elevator. Bob took Leperdy through to a door to another room where there were a few beds. Bob placed Leperdy on one of the beds, and left to change in the bathroom. Leperdy fell asleep immediately.

ANIMAL PARTY CONVENTION

Leperdy awoke to find Bob patting him on the back.

“Wake up, wake up,” Bob said, “It’s time to go to the convention.”

“OK,” said Leperdy, “I’m getting up.”

Bob then handed Leperdy a bowl of Cricket Flakes, the cereal of fun. Leperdy ate with tons of joy. When he was done, Bob lifted Leperdy up onto his shoulder and left the room. Bob told Leperdy that everyone already left to go to the Convention.

After a speedy but long walk on city sidewalks, they finally arrived at the political convention. Leperdy saw a bunch of tents and some clowns selling animal balloons. Leperdy asked Bob to buy him a helium balloon. When he got it, Leperdy strapped the string of the balloon around his chest so that he could float.

Leperdy then left Bob to have some fun. Half an hour later of flying around, Leperdy found a stage where he saw some of the politicians that he had met the previous night making speeches. He also saw Michael Jackson and other celebrities making speeches about how great an idea they thought the Animal Party was.

Just then, Leperdy’s balloon popped, and he started falling down. Luckily, he landed on Bob’s shoulder.

“There you are,” said Bob. “We’ve been looking all over for you. It’s time for you to make your speech.”

Before Leperdy could say anything, Bob brought him over to the stage and placed him in front of the microphone. Leperdy suddenly got stage fright and didn’t know what to say, and blacked out.

A few minutes later, he woke up on Bob’s shoulder again.

“You were great!” said Bob. “You figured out the perfect way to save the planet, stop war, lower taxes, and you got the whole audience involved too. It’s like you spent all your life working on this speech.”

Leperdy didn’t know what to say. So, he just stuck out his tongue and caught a passing fly.

CAMPAIGNING

Now that Leperdy had a political platform, and a Vice President and First Lady, he had to share his message with the American people. Not everyone had heard his speech at the Animal Party Convention.

Fortunately, it had been videotaped. But still, Leperdy had to arrange for a lot of publicity, including an advertising campaign.

Knock, knock. A loud knock on the door announced that someone wanted to come in. Leperdy said that the door was open, and that whoever it was could come in.

The door opened to reveal a girl with nerd glasses, double pony-tail, blonde hair, who was tall and skinny. She carried a clip board in her hands. Who doesn’t?

“Hello, I’m Casey, your advertisement director. You need to advertise so that you can get more publicity for your presidential campaign. So, I personally came up with a few ideas of my own to help you advertise.”

“Those were my ideas, you thief!” shouted a voice from far outside.

Casey tried to cover it up while at the same time pretending that nothing happened. “Anyway,” she said. “Here are my ideas.”

The girl handed Leperdy a clipboard that showed a box of cereal that said “Leopard O’s”

“Do you like my ideas?” asked Casey.

“Sure,” said Leperdy half-heartedly.

“Great,” said Casey, “I’m going to go and put it on the market immediately.” The girl then hopped off.

PRESIDENTIAL DEBATE

For the next several months, Leperdy went around the country campaigning. Sometimes he had the First Lady or the Vice President with him, but sometimes he didn’t. But, Bob was always there with him.

Toward the end of the presidential campaign, he had to attend the great debate between him, George W. Bush, and Al Gore. This time, Bob, the First Lady, and the Vice President would be watching, but they couldn’t go on the stage with him.

The three presidential candidates went up on stage, and spread out to each stand at their own podium. And, to Leperdy’s surprise, the next person to walk up to the stage was the host of the debate, Bluebert Buxton.

“We will now be asking questions,” said Bluebert Buxton. “Let’s start with Leperdy.” She turned to Leperdy, with an evil and malevolent expression on her face.

“Now, Leperdy, what exactly is your definition of a trick question, and how exactly did it feel when you ruined my show and life?”

Leperdy was speechless. He couldn’t believe that Bluebert Buxton still remembered the interview, and held a grudge for all these months.

“Well, I, uh,” said Leperdy. And then, Leperdy blacked out. When he woke up, he was still on stage, and the crowd was chanting his name.

“LEPERDY, LEPERDY, LEPERDY, You are cool, YESIREE!”

It seemed that everyone on the planet loved him. But when he looked over to where Bluebert Buxton stood, he saw that she was being restrained by two really big bodyguards and she was kicking and screaming to try to get to Leperdy.

Leperdy couldn’t believe it. The Great Debate was finally over. When he tried to leave the stage, there were people yelling, “We love you!” And they were trying to get some of his skin sheddings, like rock star fans.

Leperdy walked away, with the help of two burly bodyguards, and a happy smile on his face.

ELECTION BALLOT MIX-UP

Time passes, and now we find our favorite Leopard Gecko back in his room at the White House. Leperdy got up with a smile on his face, and a spring in his step. He got up and opened the door, expecting to be whisked away and taken to his limousine. But, nothing happened.

Then, he noticed a letter sitting in front of his door. Leperdy opened it up. The letter said that there was some kind of mix-up in Florida with the election ballot counts, and that he would have to send a lawyer there immediately. Leperdy immediately rushed to the White House lobby to a phone and a telephone book. He opened the book to the “L” section, when a bell went off and three men came in through the White House doors. They all had canes and Willy Wonka hats, and they started singing and tap dancing.

Here is their song:

Tra la la, we’re the singing, tap dancing lawyers. La La La. When you’re sitting, and you need a political back up, who are you going to call? You should call, the singing, tap dancing political lawyers. La la la la LA!

“Speak no more,” said the lawyers. “We know where you want us to go. “

The first lawyer said, “Off…”

The second lawyer said, “To…”

And the third lawyer said, “FLORIDA!”

Then, they ran off.

Leperdy was so surprised and speechless, that he walked right back up to bed.

ELECTION RESULTS

Five weeks later, the lawyers came back, waking Leperdy right out of bed, and signing again.

“We have won, yesirree, yippedoodee.” And then, they ran off.

Leperdy got up out of bed, ate a bowl of Cricket Flakes, opened the door, and immediately was picked up by Bob, and carried off to a limousine.

“Things are looking up for you,” said Bob. “You won the popular election, the Florida mix-up was straightened out in your favor, and now you have the electoral votes as well. Now they are going to announce you the winner of the presidential election, but you won’t have to make a speech until next month at the Inauguration.”

THE END.

“Well, what happened next,” asked the little girl? Her Daddy answered, “Well, why don’t you go and ask Grandpa Leperdy to find out.”

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Review of A Writer's Notebook

writer_notebook A Writer's Notebook: Unlocking The Writer Within You by Ralph Fletcher is an exquisite book that gives you ideas for and helps you understand the writer's notebook, a writer's best friend.

Right when you look at the cover, you know that it's going to be fun, with the literal pictures of a girl capturing the past and the picture of an arrow shooting a heart that says, "If you don't write your heart will burst."

In the book, the author tells you useful information like how to read back your notes, how to pick the right notebook, and how to pour your heart into your book.  The seeds that you plant in your notebook, may grow to be a great forest of ideas.

For example, I was waiting for the UPS or Fedex guy to bring my Viva Piñata DS game.  I waited such a long time, one day to be exact, so this is what came out of it into my writer's notebook:

I felt like a kernel of popcorn in the oven.

Waiting, waiting, waiting.

Then I saw the Fedex truck.

I felt like I was going to explode,

I jumped up and down, and I grabbed the package, tore it open.

But, it wasn't there.

I felt the shell come back on.

I felt like I fell when I almost made it to the top of a long climb.

I think maybe in the future, I'll look back on this in my writer's notebook, and think about how much of a big deal I made over a little game. 

My mother read The Writer's Notebook to me as part of my homeschooling for writing.  She would read a chapter, like the one called Seed Ideas, and then I would go and write something.  She would seriously hope that I would write something inspired by the book, but I'd go on writing something completely different like Superclean Versus The Grungenator.

When we read the chapter called Memories, Mom made me go around the house and yard collecting artifacts to put in my writer's notebook.  I ended up putting in some of Leperdy's shed skin but I wasn't too happy putting in a Spectrobes card.  Now, when I look back on it, I really wish I had kept the card instead of sticking it in there for all that time.  Someday, if I don't take it out before then, I might appreciate all this.

I recommend this book for people who are thinking about starting a writer's notebook or people who want to become better writers.  I became a better writer in the two years that we've been reading this book.  I hope you enjoy this book as much as I did!

Friday, June 27, 2008

The One Egg Trio

mysterydungeon There were three legendary Pokémon who were born in the same egg. All three Pokémon are protecting time gears at lakes.

One of the Pokémon is Uxie, the being of knowledge. Uxie is able to wipe memory clean and create illusions. Uxie looks like he has a yellow hat, his body is gray, and he has two tails. Uxie lives at Fog Bound Lake where he guards a time gear.

The next triplet is Mesprit, the girl Pokémon that clones. Mesprit is the being of emotions. She guards her gear at an underground lake. She has four purple things coming out of her head, a gray body, and two tails.

And finally, we have Avelf, the protector of yet another time gear. This one is at Crystal Lake. He or she, we don't know his gender, has the power to make crystals in the blink of an eye. He has a blue head, a gray body, and two tails.

In the game, Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Explorer of Time and Darkness, you have to fight something at each lake. At Fog Bound Lake, you have to fight an illusion of Grawden. In the Underground Lake, you fight Mesprit. At Crystal Lake, you fight Growviule. All in all, Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Explorer of Time and Darkness is a really entertaining GameBoy DS game.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

The Peregrine Falcon



Wow! That's a fast bird. His name is Frightful, just like my favorite character in the best book ever, My Side of the Mountain.



I tried to fly as fast as Frightful, but it didn't work out so well.





Book Resource:















My Side of the Mountain: Jean Craighead George: Books

ISBN: 0141312424
ISBN-13: 9780141312422


Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Extra! Extra!

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Extra! Extra! Dragon eats Chrysler Building! 9 million feet in diameter dragon swallows building. Eight people injured, 100 people dead. aaah! Make that 101 people dead.

Reporter reporting from Ghostville inside a giant tummy. Dragon swallows news reporter.

Resource Books -

News report based on an assignment from:

This thematic unit and assignment is based on the following literature selection:

Friday, May 16, 2008

Alex's Journal



This is my story that I wrote for a Space Colonies Class. I took this online class as part of my homeschool curriculum. It is from the Gifted Kids Network, and you can see all the cool things they created on the GKN Student Blog Site. If you sign up for the Summer Enrichment Animal Planet Class, you can actually talk to me the author of this website.

Monday, April 28, 2008

Battle of the Paragraphs

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Alex had to write a simple paragraph on any topic that he chose. Just one measly, little paragraph.

Well, the smart-aleck decided that he would keep it as easy as possible. He wrote the following:

I Collect Stuff

I collect stuffed Pokémon. I collect Pokémon cards. I collect plastic Pokémon. I collect a lot of stuff.

If this had been the first time that he turned in a list instead of a paragraph, I might have let him slide. It wasn't , but I was determined that it would be the last.

I tried to explain the difference between a list and a paragraph, but he didn't want to get it.

Alex argued that he had a main idea, three detail sentences, and a conclusion. He thought that was a fine paragraph.

Instead of arguing, I decided to whip up my own paragraph:

Collecting Books

I love to collect books. I started collecting books when I was just 8 years old. My first book was a Clifford book that I picked up for 25 cents at a school book fair. Now, my house is full of books. I have so many books I can’t keep track of them, and sometimes I end up buying duplicates. The reason that I collect books is that I like having all those stories around me. Sometimes, I sort of remember a story but I can’t remember the details. With my book collection, I can always look for that book and remember the story. Someday, I hope my kids love books as much as I do and that they have a special book collection.

After just a bit of argument, with threats of FunKey denial and promises of a Battle of the Paragraph Blog Post, Alex rewrote his paragraph:

Collecting Pokémon

I like collecting Pokémon stuff. I like collecting things such as cards, plush and plastic Pokémon. Collecting cards is fun because I like to trade and battle with them against my friends. I like collecting plush Pokémon because it's fun to play with them like I'm a human vending machine. If I have enough plastic Pokémon, I put them into two teams and have war with them. That's a fun game. Playing with all my Pokémon items is always spontaneous fun.

Wow! What a difference! His last paragraph is so much more interesting.

We are cross-posting this on both of our blogs: On Living By Learning and Alex and Leperdy's Learning Adventures.

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Monday, October 15, 2007

What Makes A Story Boring Or Not Fun To Read

What makes a story boring or not fun to read?
  1. A story where they just stay at home.
  2. A story about a regular life.
  3. A story about watching paint dry.
  4. A story about learning how to count.
  5. A story about going to the bathroom.
  6. A story about making a tree.
  7. A story about sewing a pillow.
  8. A story about eating a sandwich.
  9. I don't like jokes in stories.
  10. I don't like historical stories.
  11. I don't like a book about someone writing a book.
  12. I don't like books written for mathematicians or romance lovers.
  13. I don't care for books that are written in exact, chronological order.
  14. I don't like westerns or stories about cowboys.
  15. I don't like stories about girls.
  16. I don't like stories about paper.
  17. I don't like stories about rocks.
  18. I don't like any killing or death in stories.
  19. I don't like stories about electricity.
  20. I don't like stories about teaching somebody something.

Saturday, October 13, 2007

What Makes A Story Great To Me




Things that make a story interesting, exciting, and fun to read:
  1. Interesting and fun characters like boys that are active.
  2. Adventure.
  3. Fantasy.
  4. Scary verses.
  5. Surprises but not jack-in-the-boxes.
  6. Happy endings.
  7. No mystery because you like to know everything.
  8. A lot of description so that you feel that you are there.
  9. Adventurous characters who don't waste time talking when they can just do it.
  10. I don't care for jokes.
  11. I don't like a lot of time wasting dialogue.
  12. I like illustrations.
  13. I don't like fairy tale fantasy.
  14. I don't care if the characters learn a lesson.
  15. I like outdoor scenes.
  16. Strange animals.
  17. Siblings.
  18. No love interest or drama.
  19. Scary, monster, bomb kind of action.
  20. Discovering new places and getting into trouble there.

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