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My protopage link

June 4th, 2007 by aarong2011 in Uncategorized · No Comments

Were all the fun is at.

www.protopage.com/dabeastsoccer

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Three Days

May 29th, 2007 by aarong2011 in Essay · No Comments

Aaron G

                                         Three days                                                                                  6-29-07

This novel was written about a father and daughter, vacationing in Italy. On the way back from a restaurant, the father passes out while driving. Ten year old Sammy did not know what to do so she jumped in the first truck that stopped to help. The truck was driven by an old man and his son. Next the men took her to the southern part of Italy. When the got to their destination the put the girl in their house were the son, old man and their cousin Allison also lives. Sammy and Allison try to commutate with out talking because they speak different langue. On the third day in Italy, while the men are at work, Allison sneaks out and finds an old graveyard. At this graveyard she finds that Allison had a daughter. That would have been her age, died three years ago. Then she finds out those men aren’t evil. The found her on the side of the road, like a gift of Allison’s died daughter. Later that day Allison puts Sammy on a train out of that town to some where else with a newspaper article with her picture on it that said she was missing.

The part of the book that touched me the most was when Sammy found out that Allison had a daughter that died. Then she realized that the men took her to make Allison feel happy. Those men took Sammy so Allison would be happy. But when Allison put Sammy on the train, Allison had that mother feeling that Sammy needed her mom.

Very similar too what her parents told her is what my mom and dad, have told me about strangers. It’s different if your in a county that does not speak your langue but still she should have waited for the police.

My favorite book I read this year would have to be Three days, this book. I liked this so much because it was always keeping me on my toes. Also how the author made one little detail change the whole plot. Once Sammy relived that those men took her because Allison last her son, Sammy became more considerate. In the begging of the book Sammy wanted to kill those men but at the end she did not tell a sole who took her even when she knew there names.

I’m not really sure what I’m going to read over the summer. I while defiantly read the new Harry Potter book when it comes out. I while read what ever my 9th grade teachers at Indian River tell me to read. I will miss Cape Henlopen School District for ever.

 

                                        

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Nothing gold can stay

May 25th, 2007 by aarong2011 in poems · No Comments

 
Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.  	-- Robert Frost

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Sonnet 14

May 25th, 2007 by aarong2011 in poems · No Comments

Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;
And yet methinks I have astronomy,
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons’ quality;
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well,
By oft predict that I in heaven find:
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And, constant stars, in them I read such art
As truth and beauty shall together thrive,
If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert;
Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
Thy end is truth’s and beauty’s doom and date.

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Best of Mariner

May 24th, 2007 by aarong2011 in Essay · No Comments

  Their have been many lovely times me and my colleagues have experienced hear at Mariner Middle school. My favorite experience has to be are field trips. Dorney Park, Six Flags, New York, Washington D.C. are my favorite trips. Everyday there is a new funny thing to talk about. I love Mariner Middle school and Beacon has got nothing on this. I believe we have the best staff and students in the whole state of Delaware.

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Appreciation for Mr. Curtis

May 24th, 2007 by aarong2011 in Essay · No Comments

 Each year at Mariner I have had appreciation for Mr. Curtis.  Each year Mr. Curtis has to run a small city of loud, crazy teenagers. There are many different situations were he has act fast and take actions that he might regret the next day.Mr. Curtis breaks up fights, hits three pointers during pep-rallies and just influeses in many ways. Monday threw Friday the only thing you will see him wearing is a going looking suit. But, once Friday comes around he is wearing to new Air Jordens.

When I grow up and become wise he id one of the people I will think that helped me get their. I might be a River High schooler by heart but I will always be a Cape middle schooler thanks to Mr. Curtis 

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Everything gold can stay

May 18th, 2007 by aarong2011 in research · No Comments

  Aaron Gehrt

Mrs. Diane Albanese

English 8-Core 1

14 February 2007    

Everything Gold Can Stay: Robert Frost

Robert Frost was one American’s most loved Francisco and died in Boston on January 29, 1963. He had a sister named Jeanie poets. But as most poets in history he had some problems in the beginning part of his career.

Robert was born on March 26, 1874 in San. His dad was a journalist for their local paper and his mom was a teacher for the school. His granddad died when he was 11 because of a too long swim in the ocean.

One of his most famous poems is Nothing gold can stay.                                   

    

  Nature’s first green is gold,

 Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower;

But only so an hour.

The leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief.

So dawn goes to day.

Nothing gold can stay

This was one of Robert Frost’s most popular poems and it touched me more than any other poem he wrote. As he wrote “Natures green is gold” it makes you think about grass and flowers and trees. Flowers can die easily so he writes ” her hardest hue to hold”. My first thing when I think about natures is flowers and trees so Robert writes” her early leaf’s a flower”. But at night flowers close their buds so he frost writes” But only so an hour” . Leafs on a tree will all ways be leafs. In the Bible Eden lives in a garden so when flowers die Robert wrote” So Eden sank to grief. In the mourning dawn cause is fore day, so he wrote “so he wrote dawn goes to day. The last line is my favorite part. “Nothing gold can stay. Which explains everything has to come to an end.

For grade school he went to Salem. He did not Salem so for High school his granddad paid for him to go Lawrence. He graduated in 1892. When he was 16 Robert Frost decided too be a poet. He mostly wrote about the girl he had a crush on, Einor White.  After high school his granddad wanted him to go to Dartmouth for college. While making up his mind, he walked threw the woods reading British poetry.

His first poem that was published was My butterfly. This poem was put in the magazine The Independent. This was the start of Robert Frost’s carrier as a poet and his adulthood. His first wife was his high school sweet heart, Elinor White. He had a son named Eliot and a daughter.  He and his wife needed more room so his granddad helped buy them one if he said he would agree to work on it for ten years. On his time on the farm he had three more kids in five years.

In 1912 he and his family moved to England because nobody in America appreciated his work. Two years later on of his famous quotes happened. The quote was “my book has gone home; we must too”. When he came home all of his poems became more popular. He really likes using nature as stuff to write about.

      Later in Frost’s life he went to Harvard, Yale, and Darthmouth to read poems to the young students inspired by him. In 1920 he helped start a college, The bread Loaf school of English, in Vermont. As a college professor he once threw a kid notebook away for a having bad notes. In the year 1923 he won the Pulitzer Prize. This prize is really voted high among poets. Frost won this prize four times. In the summer of 1957, he attended a dinner in England at the house of T.S. Eliot. England’s most prized authors and poets all gave him toast. When he was an old man at the age of 75 the United States gave former congrades to Frost. When President   John F. Kennedy died, Frost read his poem “The Gift Outright at his funeral.

Robert Frost was a very intelligent man who was one the best and most loved poets America has ever had. If you are a poet or like reading poetry, Robert Frost is a poet that you should read or research.

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A paradise not to be lost

May 18th, 2007 by aarong2011 in poems · No Comments

                              

                             If only could see

                             This beautiful land named to thee

                            The air, sky, and stars

                            

                            The smell’s of The Hudson River

                            

                             Our brand new library

                            

                            This is all possible because of you

                         

                             Milton’s paradise will not be lost

          

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My loves and hates

May 17th, 2007 by aarong2011 in poems · No Comments

                                         My loves and hates

Passion about futbol

                                                         Sick to my stomach

Chanting of the die hard fans

                                                         The Ballers score

I love futbol more

                                                          I was knocked down

“No, its magic

                                                             They win

ESPN

                                                              Fox News

Comedy Central                                                                                                

                                                               Barney 

                                                                                          

Fox soccer channel

                                                               Cooking channel

The Simpsons

                                                                 ABC family

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My mother

May 17th, 2007 by aarong2011 in poems · No Comments

                                                  My Mother

                    Hands that have been crippled from years of work

                               Drives me to where ever I need   

                       Gets me on time, even if was it 1000 miles

                      Wears a nice pair of jeans and always shoes

                    Remembering her brother and her on the farm

                      Her lips curl into a smile and eyes grow big

                         Her mind is as bright as a million stars

 

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