Activity #4

How education helps lift people out of poverty?

After watching the video and thinking about the question, education can help poverty in a variety of ways. Education is probably the most important thing a person can recieve in their life time. With an education, you can acheive anything. You are a better a better chance of having a job or a career, and making a better life for yourself. It will help you be sucessful and direct you in the right way. It would help poverty becuase with an education more people could get jobs and be able to support themselves and there would be less poverty in the world.

Activity #3

Hey yall,
I live in a town called Savannah, Georgia. I love the weather and all the towns history. The dowtown area is especially popular for tourists, and Savannah is very close to their on beach, Tybee Island. I love this town and all my friends in it. Below ive given first, a url for a map of Savannah, and second, a toursist website. Check them out and tell me what you think. :)


Map:
http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&q=savannah%20ga&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&tab=wl

Tourist website:
http://www.savannahvisit.com/



My Typical school day is pretty average. I go to a relitivley small private school in Savannah. I take history, spanish, physics, english, geometry, health/public speaking, and i have a free once a day. I have a bunch of friends in all my classes, so school can actually be fun sometimes. Im really into sports, especially volleyball. I love reading during school when things get boring, especially reading the twilight books. They are my favorite :).


If i were to reccomend a place to travel to it would have to be Forks, Washington. It is a very small town with a low popoutlation. However tourist rates are through the roof, due to the novels Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn which all take place there. The weather is very wet, getting almost a foot of rain every month, and it can become very cold also. However i would love to visit the place where Edward and Bella fell in love!

www.wyatt67.edublogs.org/student-blogging-competition-stubc08 

5. story continued

I was terrified, to say the least. My mom put on a brave face for me, but I could see past the exterior to the worry that was eating at her from the inside out. I knew she was scared which only scared me more. She was the one person who I thought could protect me from anything, and now my fate was something she had no control over. God, and the very large and mysterious machine I was about to be put into, were the only two things left to decide and confirm what would happen next. I closed my eyes, thinking if I didn’t think about it, it would go away. This nightmare would end and I would wake up and it would be over. But I knew it wasn’t true when my mom’s whimper broke the silence coming from the other room. Now that I was finished with the scan all that was left to do was wait. And wait. And wait. The suspense was killing me, literally. I had to know what was happening, how would I tell my friends or family if it was true? Luckily I didn’t have time to answer that question. At that moment Dr. Considine walked into the room holding a very large and hefty folder. It held more x-rays than I could count. He set them up on a light board and pointed to the hole. My eyes watered, because I knew what he was about to say. I knew my life was over. Suddenly my mother’s arms embraced me with tears streaming down her face. Apparently I had missed something while I was zoning out. She looked me in the eyes and kissed my forehead while whispering," Honey did you hear that? You’re going to be fine. The doctors made a mistake. The hole in your leg will close with time." And for the first time in 5 hours, I could finally breathe.

3. story- my perspective

I arrived at the doctor, and without waiting we were escorted to the x-ray room. A lady in a pink nurse outfit settled at my side lifting my aching leg onto the somewhat high table. In the dark room I felt so alone. Not the feeling I should have on my birthday. With a flash of light, I shuddered back into reality. The nurse, along with my mom, was waiting to help me to the room where I would wait for the results. I waited patiently for the slow doctor while he took his time. I shimmer of hope crossed my mind when he poked his head in the room, only to ruin it by saying he had to run more tests? His worried expression provoked a question I normally wouldn’t have asked. What other kind of tests could he run? Didn't he just have to look at a picture of my leg and tell me if I needed a cast or not? But of course with my luck, nothing is ever that simple. An hour passed, and with the time still ticking on I became very anxious. I wondered what was going on and why was it taking so long? As I finished these last thoughts the doctor came to retrieve my mom for the room. They left together, leaving the door slightly cracked. Being the curious and impatient person I am, I listened carefully to the conversation going on out in the hall. I heard low mummers and quiet sobs, someone was crying. It was my mom? I listened more carefully now hearing what the doctor was saying for the first time. "The hole here, it gives us concern. We don’t have the equipment here to test her, but it looks like a developing bone cancer cell." I stopped. Everything around me stopped. Not caring what else the doctor had to say I started crying. My whole world was ending and for the first time I was truly and utterly scared, for my life.

6. Obituary

Death.
One of the only things in life that is inescapable. However for the bone cancer hole, death had never begun. It was over before it started for the growing hole. Its life was short lived and never missed. It’s gone now, slowly growing smaller and smaller, disappearing into the unknown. The pain and suffering this caused was not adequate for the life it lived. It never had time to accomplish anything it had wanted in life, because I would not let it. I was never ready to give up the great life I had and wanted to keep. It was overthrown by many people, and never had a chance at all.

2. First Dialouge- Mom and I

I limped to the car, shrieking at the writhing pain in my leg. It burned. It throbbed. It hurt. The only thing I could focus on was the pain. I reached for the car door, lifting myself up. I laid down only wanting to cry. My mom stared straight ahead. Until a sound, almost a whisper broke the agonizing silence. I realized it was my mom.
"Caroline....Caroline! Answer me!" my mom yelled. I looked up not knowing what was going on.
"What?" I said quietly, barely loud enough to hear.
"What happened out there, I was on the phone and then all of the sudden I looked up and the game had stopped. Everyone looked like they had seen a ghost. I didn't know what to think until I saw you on the ground, reaching for your leg?" For a moment I thought. Not knowing how to answer the question. I couldn’t recall the memory. It brought back too much pain.
"I don’t know. I don’t know?" How could I not know? It was simple, I fell. No, I was tripped. No, no. I can’t remember. All I remembered was the pain. The deep agonizing pain that wouldn’t stop burning.
"Okay, relax. We'll be to the doctors soon enough. Don’t worry about anything. Everything is going to be okay." As the words flowed through my head I recognized the tone in her voice. The last words she said were not meant for me. Almost as to convince her it was true. I shuddered at the thought, and knew it was true when she wiped her eye. I realized she was crying.

4. Poem:

My eyes close
Hands clutch at nothing
Heart flying to my throat
I'm ripping apart
And I can't see
It’s not real
That’s all I can say to keep control
Who’s screaming?
Me?
I hadn't noticed till now
But I was, loudly
Why? That all I want to ask
All I want to do is scream.
Sinking, falling
All alone
One question
I can’t find the answer in all the darkness,
Why me?
Silence.

1.The Worst Birthday Ever

Introduction:
I fell, and I fell hard. The rushing adrenaline, shocking scoreboard, and the heart pounding clock had finally pushed me over the edge. On January 5th, 2007, my worst fear had come true. Feeling a sharp pain in my left foot, I could hear the bone cracking. I limped off the court only to find my mom waiting with a bag of ice. However the pain was unbearable. I left the game only in time to see the final points scored by number 7 on the Calvary team. The crowd went wild with applause, as my team mates heads hung in shame.



Genres: 1. My first genre is going to be a Poem about the anxiety and suffering i went through from the time i was told i had bone cancer in my leg till the point where all my worst dreams were not confirmed.
2. My second genre is going to be the main Story of what happened, which will include all the background information, tiny details, and the effects of what happened. This genre will be spread out through my multi-genre paper.
3. My third genre is going to be an Illustration of the x-ray of my foot/leg which includes the bump of "bone cancer."
4. My fourth genre is going to be a dialogue conversation between my mom and I in the car on the way to the doctors office to get a CAT scan.
5. My fifth and final genre is going to be an obituarary to the cancer cell which never formed and hopefully never will. This will conclude my story and hopefully leave things on a funnier note.