Poem on my success and failures

I am about to tell you
about my success and failures
of this school year. This year
I have been doing pretty good
this first trimester because
I really didn't have any friends
so I was quiet and worried about
my work.Then during the second
trimester i started to get friends
and wasn't focused on my work like
I used to be.So my grades were steadily
declining this year but I stayed out
of trouble with all the teachers. The year
is almost over grades is almost in I don't
what my grades looking like but I guess we'll
have to wait and see.

Essay on No Child Left Behind Act

I think the no child left behind act has effected the educational system because kids are being in grades they don't belong in. I think it has effected because if a child does poorly academically then they should be retained in that grade. I think the no child left behind act is also a good thing for the educational system to because its giving the children a chance to get promoted to the next grade.I think the no child left behind act was a way to save money cause they couldn't afford to retain children.The no child left behind act has been going on for a few years and has effected allot of people.The no child left behind act benefits children to move up the educational system and not get held back.The no child left behind act has been very popular to allot of people and to the educational system cause some people use this policy as an advantage for them. the no child left behind act helps children overall and has effected the educational system because it keeps moving children forward when some of them should in the the grade they did poorly academically in.

Epic Poem

Once upon a time a young woman was kidnapped by three men. They locked her in a dungeon were she was held slave. She was starved, and beaten. I was walking past and I heard a woman scream for help.
I was listening to see where the scream was coming from. Then I saw the undergroind dungeon.The three men were standing outside the dungeon also guarding her.so Igot her attention and she knew I wanted to help her so what I did was I threw a rock over there heads and it got there attention. So I tied a rope and threw it down the dungeon but it was to sahort so I pulled it back up
and made it longer.but the men came back. So I knew I had to do something if this woman wanted to be free. So to distract them I scream and ran to hide. They left there spots and came running down the forrest. So I came out and threw the rope down and it was long enough she grabbed it and I pulled her up with all my might and got her to safety and we ran off to live happily ever after.

Editorial essay response on police beatings

I think what happened with the shooters and police officers was a complete tragedy. They call Philadelphia the city of brotherly love but how can that be when our own law enforcers are beating people because of there own frustration. The suspects who were involved in a shooting was pursued and caught by Philadelphia narcotics officers and was beaten severely. Three heads was stomped in they were thrown into squad cars neck first by our own police officers. I think all who was involved should suffer consequences. There were eight police officers at the scene and there were four suspects but one fled on foot avoiding being pursued by police.
Four of the eight were fired and the other four did not receive any kinds of discipline at this time. Including a sergeant was demoted from his position for not stopping his officers during the beating. I think this will be going on for a very long time until this whole investigation is resolved.
I think what happened those officers did was wrong and unnecessary and somebody should pay the price for there actions including the suspects involved in the shooting.

Hi, My name is Sean Bullock am 14 years old and I attend New Media Tech Charter school.
I am in the ninth grade and my favorite classes are Spanish and History. I started school when I
Five years old at Emlen Elementary School and then I graduated and then attended Theodore
Roosevelt middle school. I live with both of my parents and my older sister who is eighteen
Years old. I was born on July 4th ,1993 at the University of Pennsylvania Medical Center.
When I was in the 4th grade I played for my school basketball team but did not play or start.
Also in the 4th grade I played in the bowling league at Adams lane bowling alley and I was the
Leader of my team . I’ve made honor roll from kindergarden to fourth grade which is when I got
my first F. I’ve had plenty of bad days caused by injuries and bad decisions I made. I had stitches
in my leg and I had surgery on my eye do to blindness. I have two best friends best who I’ve
two best that I’ve known for 10 years. I been to plenty of places outside of Pennsylvania such as
North Carolina South Carolina, Virginia, Georgia, and Florida multiple times. I have done a lot
things in my life such as play with fire and almost burn my house down, I’ve been caught with
a BB gun in school and was arrested and also a lot of other things. I like to read books on my
Spare time to increase my reading level and use the computer. I listen to all kinds of music.
I also like play cards. I’ve told you everything myself that I can think of, Bye

Ballad-(The worst day of my life)

Once upon a time I was walking down the street
with me and my friends and this was the worst day of life
because one of my friends was throwing sticks over my head
and all of a sudden he throws a stick and all of a sudden
it comes down low towards my face and hits me in the eye!!!
And while I'm living the worst day of my life my eye is
torn in half and I am crying and in pain. And this is the worst
day of my life I'm being rushed to the hospital while my eye is
swollen.While I'm living the worst day of life I'm sitting in the
hospital waiting for my eye to get checked out I can't see out of
it. Also while i went to go see the Doctor she sad my eye will be
better in no time.Unfortunately it didn't my eye actually got worst
because of what happened on the worst day of my life and because
that it resulted in temporary blindness and surgery to stitch my eye back up.

essay#1

I think what that means is if you let somebody keep putting you down and saying you can't do something sooner or later you will believe that ad don't think you can do anything. I also think it means that life is not easy you have to keep moving on because its not gonna come easy for you you have to go and get it. It also can mean that people aren't gonna give you anything easy you have to work hard and fight for it and it will eventually come to you.

Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes was born James Mercer Langston Hughes in Joplin, Missouri. After abandoning his family and the later legal dissolution of the marriage, James Hughes left for Cuba, then Mexico, as a consequence of the enduring racism in the United States.[1] After the separation of his parents, young Langston was raised mainly by his grandmother, Mary Langston, as his mother sought employment. Through the black American oral tradition of storytelling, she would instill in the young Langston Hughes a sense of lasting racial pride.[2][3][4] He spent most of childhood in Lawrence, Kansas. After the death of his grandmother, he went to live with family friends, James and Mary Reed, for two years. Due to an unstable early life, his childhood was not an entirely happy one, but it was one that heavily influenced the poet he would become. Later, he lived again with his mother in Lincoln, Illinois, who had remarried when he was still an adolescent, and eventually in Cleveland, Ohio, where he attended high school.
While in grammar school in Lincoln, Illinois, he was designated class poet. Hughes stated in retrospect that this was because of the stereotype that African Americans have rhythm.[5] "I was a victim of a stereotype. There were only two of us Negro kids in the whole class and our English teacher was always stressing the importance of rhythm in poetry. Well, everyone knows — except us — that all Negroes have rhythm, so they elected me as class poet."[6] During high school in Cleveland, Ohio, he wrote for the school newspaper, edited the yearbook, and began to write his first short stories, poetry, and dramatic plays. His first piece of jazz poetry, When Sue Wears Red, was written while he was still in high school. It was during this time that he discovered his love of books. From this early period in his life, Hughes would cite as influences on his poetry the American poets Paul Laurence Dunbar and Carl Sandburg.

Relationship with father and Columbia

Langston Hughes, photographed by Nikolas Murray, 1923
Hughes spent a brief period of time with his father in Mexico in 1919. The relationship between Langston and his father was troubled, causing Hughes a degree of dissatisfaction that led him to contemplate suicide at least once. Upon graduating from high school in June of 1920, Hughes returned to live with his father, hoping to convince him to provide money to attend Columbia University. Hughes later said that, prior to arriving in Mexico again:
“
I had been thinking about my father and his strange dislike of his own people. I didn't understand it, because I was a Negro, and I liked Negroes very much.”
Initially, his father had hoped for Hughes to attend a university abroad, and to study for a career in engineering. On these grounds, he was willing to provide financial assistance to his son. James Hughes did not support his son's desire to be a writer. Eventually, Langston and his father came to a compromise. Langston would study engineering, so long as he could attend Columbia. His tuition provided, Hughes left his father after more than a year of living with him. While at Columbia in 1921, Hughes managed to maintain a B+ grade average. He left in 1922 because of racial prejudice within the institution, and his interests revolved more around the neighborhood of Harlem than his studies, though he continued writing poetry.
Adulthood

Langston Hughes, Lincoln University, photograph Yale University Collection of American Literature, Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library
Hughes worked various odd jobs, before serving a brief tenure as a crewman aboard the S.S. Malone in 1923, spending six months traveling to West Africa and Europe.[11] In Europe, Hughes left the S.S. Malone for a temporary stay in Paris.
Unlike specific writers of the post-World War I era who became identified as the "Lost Generation", such as Ernest Hemingway and F. Scott Fitzgerald, Hughes instead spent time in Paris during the early 1920s, becoming part of the black expatriate community. In November 1924, Hughes returned to the U. S. to live with his mother in Washington, D.C. Hughes again found work doing various odd jobs before gaining white-collar employment in 1925 as a personal assistant to the scholar Carter G. Woodson within the associationand american Life and History. Not satisfied with the demands of the work and time constraints this position placed on the hours he spent writing, Hughes quit this job for one as a busboy in a hotel. It was while working as a busboy that Hughes would encounter the poet Vachel Lindasy. Impressed with the poems Hughes showed him, Lindsay publicized his discovery of a new black poet, though by this time, Hughes' earlier work had already been published in magazines and was about to be collected into his first book of poetry.

Not with vain tears,when we're beyond the sun
We'll beat on the substantial door,nor teaed
Those dusty highroads of the aimless dead
Plaintive for earth,but rather turn and run
Down some close-covered by-air on the wall
Some low sweet alley between wind and wind
Stoop under faint gleam thread the shadows
Some whispering ghost-forgotten nook,and there
Spend in pure converse our eternal day
Think each end each maturely wise
learn all we lacked before,hear,know,and say
What this tumultuous body now denies
And feel, who have groping our hands away
And see,no loner blinded our eyes.

Burlesque essay

There are three odd canidates running for president a black man, a woman, and a very old man. Nobody really cares who wins as long as we have a president besides George Bush. The only reason people are voting for Barack Obama is because they wanna see a black man be president. The only reason they voting for Hillary Clinton is because she is a woman. Thses senators runnung for president the problems going on in the world they dont care about until it happens to them or someone they care about.Jonh McCaine I don't know why he is running for president because he is the oldest one who ever ran for president.None of these canidates care about nobody but themselves and their families and we still vote and cheer for them. We are in a ressecion right about now and if I was them I wouldn't care as long as me and my family are financially supported I would care less about the prices of gas and food products. To conclude who ever whens this election you will see the true side in them and you won't like it.

Cinquain

Tired


Awake
Insonmia
Threating, Preventing
I loe for hours on end
sleelness

6 Peoms

Jada-by Tupac Shakur-I chose that poem because it recites true love to someone and shows how much people can fall in love with another person and not care what anybody says.

Ambition over Adversity-by Tupac Shakur- I chose that poem because it states that there are alot of talented people out her who who be to stubborn to recognize they have talent until they use that talent and it can lead them to success in life.

I, America by-Langston Hughes I chose this poems because this poems talks about people how people don't see how much a good person they could be unless they stand up for them selves and they finally recognize your a okay person.

Messy Room by Shel Silverstein I chose this poems because it teach you a lesson that you should never talk about yourself until you look at yourself and realize that you are not better than anyone we are all equal.

Let America be America again by-Langston Hughes I chose this poem because this poem makes a huge point about America. America is not what it use to be we are not what people we use to think about us anymore we are changing for the bad.

A word to husbands by-Ogden Nash i chose this poem because it keeps it short and understandable it means the husbands out here needs needs to chill out and in order to keep your marriage alive tell the truth and don't say anythingyou will later regret.