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6th Grade English Language Arts Writing 2008-2009
My Hair: A Mess of Many Emotions
Tue, 11/18/2008 - 04:06 — bkatz2015At a first glance, hair is just hair, my hair included. Color is the only thing that people think of. But not me. My hair is more than that. My hair is like a fly all tangled up in a spider's web, squirming around, all in a mess. As I hold it down with all my might, it takes every other bit of stamina I've got to rake the brush through my hair. But sometimes, after a washing, it's all thick and smooth, and you want to run your fingers through it. That's why my hair is a flowing river, smooth at some points, and rough and tangly at others, all in the same river.
I'm The BOSS
Tue, 11/18/2008 - 06:06 — eespinal2015Each morning it's the same routine-wake up, take a shower, get dressed, and try to win the fight between my hair and I. Yea, you heard me, trying to win the fight between my hair and I! Isn't it crazy?! The thing on my head is another person, you know, my hair. Sometimes when my hair decides to disobey, I just give up and go with a plain hairstyle-the ponytail. Then, my hair blames me that I look boring. My hair is as annoying as a baby who won't stop crying. A dog who won't stop barking.
Morningside Heights Awakens
Tue, 11/18/2008 - 07:04 — blanier2015The buildings arch into the sky, mesmerizing you while you gaze up around and listen to the melodic notes of classical music emanating from the windows. You look up as the buildings surround you, tower over you, as the magnificent early morning sky envelopes you. The trees add beauty to the dawn and the concrete mountains, verdant and full of life.
Not So Perfectly Well
Tue, 11/18/2008 - 07:18 — amandel2015It is ugly and disgusting. It is like a dust bunny that won't go away. It tastes like salt water from the sea. But there's nothing I can do.
My Hair
Tue, 11/18/2008 - 07:24 — csanto2015The most beautiful and remarkable place in the Bronx is what I call home
Tue, 11/18/2008 - 07:55 — eojeni2015I look outside my window every now and then to find myself staring outside. "It's beautiful" I think to myself. The way the full bearing trees branch over the park, protecting it from the sun like it was gold . Also, I love the way the clear blue sky (with the reformable clouds) outlines and brings out the horizon line of the neighborhood. It's truly remarkable! Then I look down to view the train tracks and all the little people who work in the car dealership.
My Hair, like the days of the week.
Wed, 11/19/2008 - 02:23 — cabron2015My hair, much like the months of a year, the weeks of a month, and in my case, the days of the week, is constantly changing, while still remaining the same. My hair has a mind of its own. It has its own emotions and feelings every day of the week. On Sunday, it is a soft cotton candy pillow, fluffed and ready to be slept on; especially after I have washed it. On Monday, it is bouncy and full of life, swirling, moving, and dancing in the wind to a beat that only it can hear. On Tuesday, it is calm, easy, and manageable, like a yoga artist meditating peacef
Who Inspires You?
Sun, 11/23/2008 - 00:19 — ltalal2015There are many instances of famous people who have inspired the everyday person. But what about an everyday person inspiring another everyday person? Well, one person who really inspires me is my best friend, Bee Lopez. Her real name is Alexandra, but we call her Bee because her older brother couldn't say "baby" when she was born. Her friends and classmates started calling her "Bee" and over the years it became her nickname. Bee's determination inspires me to never ive up and strive to do my best.