When I got into class, 4/18/16, Mrs.Edwards told me that we were going to the Computer Lab to make an imovie for Rube Goldberg. But we had a problem. Our group didn’t upload the video into drive. But when I told Jackson that, he said his mom emailed the video to Mrs.Edwards. Except that when we got to the lab, Mr.Casal said the we had to use the original video; so we couldn’t use the emailed version of it. Uh oh. But Jackson will upload the video to drive, and we’ll make the imovie tomorrow.
Month: April 2016
Rube Goldberg #5
Today in class, 4/12/16, I asked Jackson if he uploaded the video onto drive, but he said no, and that we weren’t doing an imovie. I did not agree with him, and that we SHOULD do an imovie. But since he didn’t upload the video onto drive, we couldn’t do it now. He said we didn’t have to do an imovie, and just show the video separately.
Rube Goldberg #4
We didn’t get to meet up for the forth time, sadly. Jackson and I worked in class to try and make an imovie for our bloopers, and our working project and the video explaining what the steps are. It turns out that we couldn’t upload a youtube video into drive. :\. So we couldn’t make the imovie in class. Our computer teacher, Mr.Casal, said that Jackson, or whoever had the original video, had to upload it onto drive. So Jackson was going to do that, so we could make the imovie.
Poetry Anthology!!!
This is my DONUT poem.
But if you can’t see it well, here’s the actual poem.
Donut
Donut, oh donut,
You look so good,
With all those different colors
And all the rainbow sprinkles,
They taste like candy,
And all those different flavors,
Chocolate, Vanilla, chocolate filled too
All the flavors that are loved by you,
But don’t eat too much
Or you’ll end up finding
Around your stomach
A donut of fat!
This is my second poem, but it’s definetly not my favorite, though. I was inspired to write this poem of my addiction to donuts, first of all, and the donut poem I wrote in third grade. It only took me 2 minutes!!!
This is the MATH poem.
If you can’t see it well, here’s the actual.
Math
The thing about math,
Is not that it’s bad,
And I kind of like it.
Maybe it’s because
I am too good,
But I don’t think so.
Fractions
Decimals
Addition
Division
Multiplication
Subtraction
Parenthesis
Exponents.
Maybe that it’s because
Math has much to learn.
But probably not.
I have NO idea of
Why I like Math.
I actualy don’t like math that much. But I thought it would be cool if I wrote it in a point of view by a person who likes math. This poem took about 5 minuets to write.
This is my BROTHERS poem!
If you can’t see it well, here it is.
Brothers
Brothers,
Sometimes annoying,
And playful,
Helpful
Crazy
Joyful too,
But mostly Crazy
And annoying,
Though.
I want him to calm down.
And to leave me alone.
But he keeps on
Bothering.
And Bothering
And Bothering me.
So I push him away,
Tell him to stop.
And if he doesn’t,
He’s in for a surprise!
This poem was a poem that was based on my brothers who are SOOOO annoying! So I decided to write a poem on them. This one was easy to write because I already knew what I was going to write about them.
Here is my JUST ANOTHER POEM poem!
Sorry, but I didn’t make a google drawings for this one… 🙁
But here it is!
Just another poem
Just another poem
That was written by me
Plain and old and boring
Just as my poems would be
Weird topics
Odd words.
But all this is
Is just another poem.
An unusual tone
And not as precise,
As an author
Would write.
Poems by authors,
Not only rhymes,
But has good words,.
Good lines,
And topics that are just fine.
But poems that I write,
Are plain and old and boring,
Because it’s
Just another poem.
This was my poem in my pocket poem. I added it late at the last second. That’s why I didn’t have a google drawing on it. I added it because Mrs.Edwards said it was good, and that I should add it to my blog, and I did!
Soccer Poem Word Art
Here is my real poem:
Soccer Game
You start a new Soccer game
But this game isn’t lazy.
And the point of the game
Is to get the ball,
Into the goal.
But if you use you hands,
You’re in for a surprise
‘Cause you just gave the
Other team a prize.
And the sound of the breeze.
The sound of fan’s cheer.
The sound of the ref’s whistle,
I hear the ball rolling at me.
And suddenly
The ball is at your feet
And I dribble fast up close
Close your eye’s and shoot.
With 5 seconds left,
And its 1-1,
The sound of the ball
Hitting the net
Then you see
Teammates rushing at you
And screaming “YEAH”
And “WE WON”
Everywhere,
Because you scored the winning goal.
On this poem, this was my third poem I wrote in 2016, and it only took about 10 minuets. I thought this poem would be the one that I would use for the Poetry Festival, but then I wrote another poem that I like better.
Rube Goldberg Meet Up #3
On our last meet up, we mostly just made videos. But at the start, we had someone shoot a rubber band gun at the marble to push it down the tube. But then Jackson’s mom said we should have someone kick another person in the butt, which would “activate” the shooting person. But Jackson kept failing at shooting the marble. So we just made up the “Poker 2000.” And we had “Yohan Goravich” (a.k.a Ben Yacoub) Who made the “Poker 2000” (a.k.a Jackson Fielding) poke the marble into the tube.