Friday, November 13, 2009
First Amendment
2.Circulate a petition calling for the repeal of an unpopular law.
3.Post your opinion on your blog about an issue being discussed at a local school board meeting.
4.Write a letter for the editorial page of a newspaper in which you criticize a state legislator.
The first amendment is important to me because I have my own opinions on religions and my family does also. So I think everyone should be able to have their own beliefs and chose what ever religion pleases them.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
June 5, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
May 29, 2009
May 22, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
May 15, 2009
It's in Chile, and the capital is Santiago. Argentina, Peru and Bolivia border Chile. For bodies of water there is South Pacific Ocean and South Atlantic Ocean. The GPS coordinates are 41 16'55.22" S 73 00'34.67" and the climate is damp and humid. It looks like the woods, but with gross water surrounding the trees. Truly, there really isn't any history of this swamp. It could be considered important because it has vegetation which not all swamps have. This swamps is about 7,063 miles from the last. To get to the swamp I flew from Sydney, Australia to Chile. I bought the flight and hotel in a package because it cost less, and together they were $1,486. The rental car was $54 a day, and I had it for 2 days so I spent $108. While traveling I didn't have any problems, except at the airport things ran very slowly. I think the biggest difference between this swamp and the last, is the temperature. It's warmer in Florida, than in Santiago.
Monday, May 4, 2009
May 8, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
May 1, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
April 16, 2009
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
LA newspaper article
OF NEWS STAFF
NEWPORT- A 61 year old, Paula Stone was pronounced dead on Wednesday March 4th. Dr. Hall says “Her case of chronic pneumonia was getting out of hand when she was brought in to the Eastern Maine Medical Center on Tuesday March 3rd.”
Family and friends are shocked, and never knew it could go this far. “She's always been perfectly healthy, I don't know what happened.” Says Kaitlyn Stone, Paula's daughter. The symptoms of chronic pneumonia are confused mental state, or delirium. Heavy perspiration, chattering teeth, shaking or chills, and blueish color to lips and nail beds. Rapid breathing, rapid pulse, severe chest pain, and high temperature.
This winter, the disorders have been going around fast. Watch out for bronchitis, pneumonia and influenza. Doctors encourage you to get in to a hospital as soon as symptoms you have any that could lead to a respiratory disorder. Also if anyone you know has a disorder that could be contagious, please keep you and your family away, so no one else has to go through the pain like Paula.
Eastern Maine Medical Center is now researching further in to finding treatments to help cure these disorders. “We're trying to keep people healthy and safe this winter, we need to fight these diseases and do what we can to keep people safe.” Said Dr. Hall.
For more information on respiratory disorders, and some symptoms to look out for, go to www.fightdisease.org. "Let's try to get people back on their feet and healthy again." said Dr. Hall.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
March 26, 2009
Our government is run by the people. But we have a president to also keep us in line. The middle ages had people like presidents but instead they were King and Queen. They told the people what to do, and the president cannot do that. We have freedom of speech, and before if anyone insulted the king they would be put in the dungeon. The only things people may get in trouble for is threatening another person, which can be very serious.
Events today include things like birthday parties, get togethers for a special holiday, or sport events. In the middle ages they didn't have big events like us. Maybe for birthdays, but not for holidays or sports. The people didn't seem as social.
March 18, 2009
-Isabel Cook
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
March 11, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
March 4, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
February 25, 2009
Isabel Cook
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Memoir
I woke up Christmas morning, excited as could be. I tiptoed downstairs
and the closer I got, the clearer I could see that there was an
animal. I paused for a moment, unsure what to do. Until I heard my
dad sit up in bed. He turned all the lights on and thats when I saw
what it really was.
“What do you think of him” He whispered.
I didn't know what to say, my emotions were getting the best of me. I
just smiled and rushed downstairs.
I couldn't believe after all that time I had finally gotten what I
wanted, a dog. I thought about all the possibilities for names, and
decided to go with something different, Henry. My brother and I
finished opening our presents and got ready for our grandmother's.
When we got there all my family came up and pet Henry. I think they
loved him as much as I did. While we all visited and opened our
presents, Henry must have been tired because he slept beside me the
whole time. I would have to say, that was my best Christmas.
From that day on, Henry was my best friend. Although I didn't see him
everyday, the days I saw him I cherished. The days we went out to
play were great. I remember the way he sloshed through the puddles
making water sprinkle everywhere. I could see the happiness in his
eyes glow, and the friendliness he showed. Henry jumped high, chasing
after the butterflies he never caught. The cold fall wind chilled
[against] my body as I ran around trying to catch up with Henry. Then
he would stand there staring at me when I was waiting at the door.
“Come on Henry. Come get a treat” I called. I had never
had a dog this playful and really liked the fact he was. He didn't
want to come inside, so I gave up waiting. Finally he came around and
followed me inside to the warm home. We'd played enough outside for
the day.
At a family birthday party one year, my dad took all my family out back
to show them his subdivision. Of course as you know, Henry came too.
He started running ahead of us, so I called his name hoping he would
stop. He did, but not until he hit the road. That split second a car
came speeding down the road and hit Henry. I stood there, staring at
what had happened in front of me. Then, a miracle must have
happened because Henry got to his feet and trotted off the road. I
dried my tears and smiled. I couldn't believe what had just happened.
He's alive. He came over to me and I bent down and hugged his neck.
“It's gonna be okay Henry” I whispered.
After all that, I knew Henry was unstoppable. If he could live through
being hit by a car, he could live through anything. Unfortunately,
that wasn't the case. One afternoon when I was with my mom, my dad
called. I answered the phone and he asked to speak to my mom. I
didn't argue, I just handed her the phone. I listened to what they
were saying, but I figured they were just talking, so I didn't ask
questions. She hung up the phone and went back to what she was doing.
I got out of bed the next morning and rushed around to get ready. That
was the day I was with my dad. I couldn't wait to see Henry, and take
him outside to play. My mom drove us to our dads, and I hurried out
of the car and ran out back to what I thought was going to be Henry.
But he wasn't there. I looked around and thought to myself where he
would be. But then it hit me, he must be in his kennel. So from there
I went inside and as I got ready to go downstairs, my dad walked
towards me. “Where's Henry?” I asked.
He didn't look up at me. “Well....He's not here.”
“Where is he?”
“He.....died.”
I took a second to think about what was really said. Henry had died. My
feelings were unexplainable. Everything just rushed around through my
mind. Then I broke down in a flow of tears. My best friend was had
left me.
A little later that day when I felt a little better about everything,
I asked my dad how Henry died. “Well were not really sure yet.
I think that he had a heart-attack. Ever since he got hit by that
car, he's never been the same.” He answered. I just nodded, not
really caring anymore. Then made my way back to my bedroom.
The next day, I sat up in bed and looked out my window. It was that
moment that it had really sank in that Henry had died. I wasn't in a
good mood, and my dad knew because he didn't say a word to me. I
stood at the kitchen sink rinsing my plate off when I saw a glance of
yellow. I took a closer look through the window and it looked like
some sort of flower. So I walked out back and took a look. It was a
sunflower. But where did it come from? I knew for sure we didn't
plant it. I went inside and got my dad. He looked at the flower and
didn't say anything. Finally he looked up at me and answered, “It's
our gift from Henry.”
I thought about it and said it again to myself, “It's our gift
from Henry.”
Although Henry isn't with us anymore, he was a great dog while he lived. I
will never forget the times we had together, and that Christmas day
he became my friend.