Honduras

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Poor country of the world,

Pollutant, traffickers, unsafe, and

Baleada maker of the world.

People tell me you are corrupt,

I deem them;

Then they tell me you are small and poor,

I believe them; it is true, I have seen all of these in my country,

It is true; we are of the poorest countries of the world.

“And having answer so I turn once more to those who

Sneer at this my country, and I give them back the sneer

And say to them:”

The taller you are the harder you fall,

It is like a big tree being cut down.

So, show me another country that offers what my country offers:

Beautiful beaches and unity amongst the people.

Tell me of another country that

Every time it plays a soccer game,

Not only a team but also the whole country plays.

Strong like a bull, fierce as a shark, and wise as the owl.

This is my country, my loved Honduras,

Country of the entrepreneurs and hard working people

Proud of being the:

Poor country of the world,

Pollutant, traffickers, unsafe, and

Baleada maker of the world.

By: Nelson Frech

CLAIRE - Vague Verbs

Claire strolled down the crowded hallway on this first day of school. She glimpsed to her left, and then to her right. Then, she scrambled out and joined the throng of students. Was anyone despising her? Although she wished to look around, she kept her view straight ahead. However, it seemed that none of her classmates noticed her as they stepped to their classes. 

Just Because... Life is not Fair_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ by: Nelson Frech

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Just Because…

We are students,

And we know what we say.

Just because…

Ms. Davis is a tolerant person,

It doesn’t mean she cannot get angry.

Just because…

Ms. Dickson has difficulties reading aloud,

It doesn’t mean she isn’t an excellent English teacher.

Just because…

They both make us read,

It doesn’t mean they hate us.

Just because…

They make us do note cards,

Doesn’t mean they like them,
“they make them sick”                                    (quote of ms. Davis)

Just because…

We have a low grade at IOC’s,

Doesn’t mean we are bad at it,

It’s just that Ms. Davis was sick of hearing the same repeated ideas.                 (jajajajaja :D)

Just because…

Thanksgiving has passed,

Doesn’t mean you can’t say ‘thank you’

Just because…

It is Christmas,

Doesn’t mean Santa gifts you your English grade.

Just because…

We are students,

We are forced to follow rules,

Why shouldn’t Ms. Davis?                                    (Just because poem of ms. Davis)

Just because…

We are kids,

‘Life’s not fair’.                        (whyyyy… :`( … whyyy)

The Tyranny, The Tyrant, and The Ambition

The Society

Zzidel Fazztro

On a blurry and dark night at the city of Gama, a little bee, called Nezz,  looked for a solution towards the tyranny held by Mr. Zzidel Fazztro. The times were hard, and the fellow friends of Nezz were deperate and looked for a way in which they could all have more to eat. Hunger stroke the city, as a tsunami strikes an island. No one, except for this cruel, callous, cold-blooded, and bestial guy that ruled the city, could have a plate full of nectar in each of his three meals. Then came Nezz, his intelligence brought this city into a new way of life. He was wise, fair, clever, careful, everything that anyone in that city ever wanted as a leader, but this was not something Nezz new. Everyday, he looked for a way to earn his living and the one of his family, but every time, it became harder and harder.

Days, weeks, months, even years came by and still there was no solution. That slippery, slimmy, snake was doing all what he could to make everyone’s life miserable. Jobs and stores were closing, no one had a dime to buy, and without work, work was done. The only job you could get now was to work with Mr. Fazztro and you gained nothing, but half a plate of delicious nectar daily. Everyone was tired of livving this way, especially Nezz. He hated the idea of having no food for his children nor for his wife.

 

It took time, but after some days, Nezz took the decision of confronting Zzidel. Everyone suppoted him and help him. Little by little, this little bee became the king and that snake was no more the tyrant. Everyone was happy, stores reopening and families had plates with all what they wanted. Gama was now a prosperous city. This was for a short amount of time, ambition got into the heart of that heroe. Nezz knew how he could manage to get his life full of gold, vicuous and sweet gold, nad this became to be a problem. Nezz was never killed nor threatened, but bees in this town were never happy again, all was satrting to reapear from how it was before.

Works Cited:

Bee Hive image:

-http://www.bbc.co.uk/insideout/content/images/2007/10/12/bee_hive_spl470_470x303.jpg

Snake image:

-http://images.clipartof.com/small/14251-Vemomous-And-Defensive-Green-Cobra-Snake-Preparing-To-Attack-Clipart-Illustration.jpg

Blog #6 - The Strange Traveler

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http://news.nationalgeographic.com/
news/2006/03/0328_060328
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Late at night, after a long and hard day, a knock on the door was heard. Silently and with precariousness stood this horrible, four eyed, hairy and disgusting fly. Good question to ask what was this ‘thing’ doing here? What was he looking for? Hopefully nothing that I could help in, then he started.

-       “Excuse me Sr., may I have some minutes of your precious time to ask something I would really appreciate.”

-       “Continue”, added this unwilling man with a strait voice.

-       “Sorry to interfere with you during this beautiful night full of stars, but I need your help,” the fly continued demonstrating a pain in his heart, “my name is Jean Valjean, and I have been looking throughout all the place someone that would help me. I am very hungry and I would love somewhere were I could stay to sleep. And! Do not worry; I will pay everything that you can offer to me. I have enough for what I am asking for.” Companied his Jean Valjean while holding his yellow passport with his left hand.

-       “I am so sorry… ‘Or maybe not’, but I can not help you… how can I trust you if you have that yellow paper you just showed to me? Do you realize you have that paper in order that others are being aware of what you have done? It is just impossible for me and my wife to let you in.” Continued Mr. Fat ‘the Elephant’ before shutting the door on the poor and lonely man that stood behind it.

-       “But… Sr.!!!” Exclaimed Jean Valjean.

Seconds passed away, when this desperate and lonely man knocked on the door again. Well… if you do not persevere you do not get want you want. Unfortunately Mr. Fat did not see it that way. He got mad and took his disgust off with this poor man. Opened the door with fury and yelled:

-       “Go away!!! You will never be treated as us… you are what you are… a deprived, poverty-stricken and isolated man that has to leave me and my family alone!!!”

-       “- But… sr. please help me”

-       “…But… nothing!!! Help nothing!!! You are what you eat… poor beast…”

And… Boom! This was the noise of Jean Valjean, when he fell at the floor by the knocking hit from the door. Poor Jean Valjean never got up again least for a good time.

Blog #5 - Classical Parallels

          In this letter, Abigail Adams states that she misses her husband John. She also talks that the desire for liberty and tranquility are like no other desires, and this is why John should keep on until accomplishing his goal. After this, she wrote on the letter about how no one has got liberty without fighting, and it is something meant to fight for. Finally, she encloses her letter by telling John that she waits to hear from him soon.

         "The great axiety I feel for my Country, for you and for our family renders the day tedious, and the night unpleasant" (Adams 676). This quote is an example of appealing to emotion, because it lets the reader now how the writer feels, and by saying what Abigail wrote, she makes us feel how she felt during that days. Appealing to emotion is very important, because if not, the letter would have no spice, it would be just boring words that form paragraphs.
         "Did ever any Kingdom or State regain their Liberty, when once it was invaded without Blood shed?" (Adams 676).
This is an example of a rhetorical question because it is a question written with no aspiration of being answered. Rhetorical questions are truly important for this letter and for any work because many times by asking a question meant not to be answered we can state in a more convincing manner, or in a more expressed manner what we meant to say. In this case Abigail wanted to say to John that Liberty cannot be obtained if no blood has been spilled in the ground.

Works Cited:

Adams, Abigail "Classical Parallels". Braintree: August 19, 1774.

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Blog #4 - Refuting Patrick Henry

Sir, let me quote A.J Muste by saying “there is no way to peace, peace is the way”. By emphasizing this quote, I would like to ask to the ones present, is there any hope? Yes there is! Minutes before, we heard Mr. Patrick Henry say that the only way to peace and liberty is by war. Sir, I have to disagree to such violent and immature mind that has given us this thought. May I ask to Mr. Henry what he has asked to us, “Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty?” Is this the way you are able to see in a wise way what is occurring to us? I believe not so. I may say that hope may be the only thing left to accomplish the goal that we have proposed. We have to look forward and keep with perseverance in search of a way to finish this hatred between people. Violence, Sir, is not the way to bring to an end this situation we are all in. Fighting has been the way to solve many problems, but I believe that it should not be the one today. Sir, we shall all bring upon an idea, a purpose and a proposal so that this extreme dislike ends. By following Mr. Henry’s idea, will we get what we want? No, war can be lost. Lives can be lost, but the most important of all, respect will be totally vanished.

Do we have the intellectual minds to say that there are other ways? We have the choice! There will always be a candle that guides us when there is no light! Sir, we shall love our people, we shall pretend to solve our problems by arguments not through violence. I may be in the correct opposition by saying that what Mr. Henry has proposed to us is thoughtless. Mr. Henry has only encountered with his ideas and what he believes of life to be, but there will always be people that prefer life without liberty that death with broken hearts. Mr. Henry, are you merciful of the people that will back you up? Are you really sacrificing their lives for a stupid idea?  Do you care about them enough to protect their families by not letting the warrior fall? I believe this is not the case. You cannot be the hand that keeps that sword from crossing over people chests, so I request you back up and retreat from what you have said. Lets end this war that never came to be! We are wise man that can come up with a wise idea that benefits not one but all of us, so lets begin! Thank you.