Hello people, I am here for one last roundabout. Today I will open the box for y’all on

 

The Neriotic Era

The Takeover of The Universe

 

Chapter I: LA

In LA, we were reading a book called The Last Cuentista when a mass exodus occurs, leaving Earth, and going to a planet called Sagan because Halley’s Comet was going to destroy Earth. Mrs. Williams assigned us to imagine a Idillic planet, and me, Kellan, and Garrett got to work. We made the a solar system called “The Neriotic Bisolar System.” It has 5 4 planets, Gaia, Ocinia, and Xenia (or Xe, nickname.)

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We first made descriptions of the planets and stars, with mine (which I’ll talk about) who has a gravity of 40g and 15x size of Earth, with thousands of moons and over 100 overlapping ring systems. Xe has a big rupture, split in half, because of a gamma ray which hit Xe on the center of the planet, making an earth hole, which anyone who has entered never came out

Anyways, we spend about a week making art out of leaves and colors and gel. I wanted to make a good mix of colors, so I did. I had a large gallery, of with I added a lot into a book. When we made the art, I didn’t know it was for Xe, so I made random stuff. But then I made the book, with a lot of images. Then, I glued it all together and then wrote about Xe. A lot of time later (maybe 2 months?) I nearly forgot about the project until a while ago, when we used the writing to finish the book, me, Kellan, and Mrs. Williams finished gluing, an then we finally ended the book, here are some pages:

And that was my whole planet book. The box is now

un-taped

 

See you all, in August (read more on the Blog about Blogs)

VISIT 30KELLAN’S AND 30GARRETT’S BLOGS OR I WILL EAT A SPONG—

(Threat above is a joke, please do not take it seriously.)

(Although visit their blogs though.)

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Hello there, how are you doing to-morning today or tonight?

If you are reading this in the morning, you must really like me. If you are reading this in the day, you are probably bored so you came here (where boredom is gleefully slaughtered). If you are reading this at night, I hope you get sleep but also enjoy the blog. If you are reading this at midnight, get some rest. Please I beg of you. If you are reading this and you are a baby, goo-gu-gapapa-cakoo-goo-goozzzz.

Chapter I: Adam is not Addams.

If you don’t know, Adam Gidwitz is an author (who participated in a movie in 2017, by the title Snow Girl.) He has written many crazy popular and cool books like: A lot of Grimm’s Books, Star Wars: the Empire Strikes Back and many more, but today, I am talking about Max. The type of Max that is in a house. The type of Max that is in the House. The type of Max that is In The House of Spies. That’s right. I’m talking about Max In the House of Spies.

Grimm’s books he made

Chapter II: Max is now in the house. Just the House.

This book is about..

(spoiler warning) (sensitive topic warning)

..a kid who is wealthy, well-connected and Jewish who was forced out of his home in the World War II due to Germany and had to live alone in England. Then, along the way, he meets two SuPErNaTUrAl beings disguised as small old men who sit on his shoulder and blabber funny stuff throughout. I couldn’t find very good descriptions on the book and nor have I read the book, so I don’t know what they do aside from blabber. His journey is to get his parents in Germany by becoming A Spy!

*shocking* *Wasn’t expecting that!*

This book is recent—only being from late Febuary (I think.) It was an instant explosion (quite literally (there is dynamite in the book (just kidding (or am I (I am.))))) It was a HIT. Then, Adam Gidwitz came to our school and talked about things and his new book. I wasn’t there to see it so that is mainly all I want to talk about. I would tell you about the visit but I wasn’t there.

And that’s all that I wanted to talk about so.. bye!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You can leave now, there is nothing here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I said: Stop scrolling.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why do you do this to me?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ok.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Visit 30Kellan’s and 30Garrett’s websites too!

Remember that and BYE!!!

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Seriously stop scrolling.

Hello. I am a recent 6th Grader who’s got a but packed for you  this blog, since on a day that I can’t disclose, I turned an age I can’t disclose too. But I can disclose and will disclose about my Birthday Party!!! I wrote this on a different day than my birthday so nobody would know my birthday (buheeheehee). This will probably be a short blog since it leads to another blog. But enough of that, here’s my birthday.

Chapter I: Birthday Prep

No, I was not very noticeably happy about my birthday, because for ten days before it, I forgot it existed.. I remembered that my birthday was on the date of my birthday three days before my birthday! Talk about busy mindedness. First, two days before my birthday, I told my dean (Mr. Wilson), who I also talk to casually, that my friend, 30Akhil, had made a joke with me and that I had my birthday coming up. Everybody congratulated me, it was fun

Chapter II: My birthday

On my birthday, every hallway screen in the AWL was lit up with my name. Slightly embarrassing. I had cupcakes and treats at lunch and I got to give all of my friends some cupcakes. Two small cupcakes for me and someone else and one cupcake for 12 people. It was fun and cool! I loved my birthday. There wasn’t much celebration on the day of the birthday. After my birthday, I went and woke up on my birthday weekend. My birthday party was at 3 PM. I had invited 11 friends. Nearly all of them confirmed. Time passes slower when you are excited for something, the room get hotter and you feel very bored.

I was waiting out when, at 1:00 PM, the doorbell ringed. I didn’t know who it was. It was unusual that somebody would ring my doorbell, other when we had friends over or visitors invited. My parents had told me nothing about a visitor. When we opened the door, Benja was there.

Chapter III: The Pog

Benja. My friend. A REALLY close friend of mine. Like FIVE YEARS close friend. He was coming early (20 minutes before we left.) Me and Benja played a bit in my room and then we left to go to the.. Gymnastics Place (where my birthday party was.) When we arrived, it was me and Benja sitting in the room, filling all of the balloons. Make ‘em big, make ‘em small. Don’t make ‘em small. Make ‘em as large as you possibly can, without popping them of course.

 

I F   Y O U   P O P   O N E ,   Y O U   A R E   G O I N G   T O   T H E   D U N G E O N S

 

From that aside, fill ‘em up and have fun. Also try not to fill too many up or else nobody else can fill them up.

“Oops, I popped one…”

 “Little Timmy, WHAT DID YOU SAY???”

“I’m sorry sir.. I tried to not pop ‘em but it was SO TEMPTING..”

*agressively fills ballon*

Balloon: **pops**

“Oh no.. I’m sorry Timmy”

“YOU JUST POPPED A BALLOON, SIR”

“I know! I’m sorry, I was trying to fill it then—”

 “To the dungeon you go, sir.”

“NOOOOOO!!!”

This skit was staged by Timmy and Sir

All right reserved to nobody

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(any similarities to any real-life person or event is very coincidental and unfortunate.)

So we filled balloons.

1 Balloon. And it was a RACE!

I filled 2 balloons while Benja filled 4.

We were running out of balloons and bored. My parents had set up the popcorn table and the Gatorade Ratorgade & Ballon Table. The baloons were unleashed so they needed a place to sit quietly whilst we filled more.  By this time some people arrived. I don’t remember the order when they arrived but I remember 30Garrett (Garrett), 30Joey (Joey), 30kellanhr (Kellan), 30Kashish (Kashish [pronounced kuh-shihsh]), 30Patrick {{relatbl}} (Patrick) or [Superzeraora11], 30Gabriel (Gabriel), 30Noah (Noah C. Not Noah K.) (Noah), 30Akhil (Noah), 30Bradley (Bradley) and of course, Benja were there..

The first thing we did is we went to the mini gymnastics (full of toys) and played tag. The games were very quick because we had a confined room to play in. I remember there was a foam pit on a platform which also had mounds and a ramp downwards to a rope jump course, a climbing course, a run-up-the-wall-as-far-as-you-can-and-fall-down-without-getting-hurt-by-the-sharp-ground-and-wood ninja challenge course, and a long trampoline. How long? About 20 feet.

The foam pit was deep and—like all foampits—was incredibly hard to escape. The people who entered the foam pit were destined to be tagged, which also gives people a lot of time to run (because the foam pit is very hungry.) Kashish and Benja played on the trampoline (gymnastics “played” because they were showing off cool tricks.)

After a tag game and me getting hurt twice by trying to

AVOID THE FOAM PIT AT ALL COSTS,

we were instructed to go to the gym! It had a lot of stuff, mainly we just used the fun parts though. First location we arrived in: the Jump and AAAAAAAAAA. The was a thread trampoline (that hurt to use a lot because the thread was HARD) which bounced us into the sky; there was a foam pit that we fed people to and betrayed each other into. Eventually, we did a tag game where you would get pushed into the pit, which the monsters were in. The poor souls who were first lost to the Pit. What had they become? (They self-incarcerated into the pit.)

I think Patrick was one of the monsteres . He would stay not moving and then attack like an octopus as soon as somebody entered the pit. Kellan and Garrett made a cult that sacrificed people into the pit. I was the second one they tried to throw. They failed but came back to me twenty minutes later and  y e e t e d  me into the pit. Which was very fun.

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There was a rope that didn’t Tarzan because it hurt to grab and there was another area, which I will talk about later..

At first location, people were naming themselves after Greek letters and a number (ie. α-12 σ-56) ηεη.. γρεεκ κευβοαρδ. Ι’μ νοτ σθρε ιφ τηεσε αρε τηε ΑΨΤΘΑΛ λεττερς βθτ οκαυ… Αλσο, Ι κνος τηις ισν’τ γρεεκ ανδ τηεσε αρε ξθστ τηε λεττερς βθτ ιτς στιλλ ΩΕΡΥ φθν. This was because of a book. The author was permitted to cook. And cook she did. The Last Cuentista was the book that we were reading at school that had all names (of people from Earth, in a group called the Collective) with that formation.

After that, we went to the other pit, which had two VERY long trampolines leading into it (I, of course, grabbed a foam roller and bounced it into the pit. Onto people. YAY.) Then, we played a tag game (which was fun.) After a while, we all stopped and went to the birthday room, where there was two boxes of brigadeiros (in a ball) layed out.

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If you don’t know brigadeiros are a Brasilian treat which is made of soft chocolate-like cream that is in a ball, normally covered in sprinkles. Here is a blurry wikimedia image of a brigadeiro:

The image is low-quality but still visible. Brigadeiros can also have different toppings and flavors, like white chocolate (yummy), Bicho de Pé (“creature of the foot” in English,) which is a “strawberry” version, and some even replace the ingredient condensated milk with doce de leite (heated up condensated milk (aka pure sugar.)) You may hear “Dulce de Leche” in ice cream or just alone as refering to a caramel-like treat.

[“Dulce de Leche,” is in Spanish, “Doce de Leite,” is in Portuguese, in English it would be, “Sweet of Milk,” or, “Candy of Milk.”]

After that, there was chips, gatorade and other stuff. AND POPCORN chocolate popcorn or regular popcorn.

Very B O I G.

We sang the happy burp—I mean—birthday song and then SLAUGHTERED the cakes and brigadeiros. My mom made 50 brigadeiros but most of them got eaten! We then played around for a long time, and we started blackout-poeming a magnet that said, “We Flip At Bull City Gymnastics,” to say funny things like, “We Flip Bulls,” or “We Fly nastis,” etc…

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Chapter IV: The End of The Beginning

Now, we’ve gotten cake eaten, brigadeiros eaten, gatorade chugged, popcorn nearly untouched; it’s time to go home. We watch as everyone leaves in the rain, me and Benja leave last, taking all leftovers with us. We are going home. We arrive home and begin to open the presents. We open all of them. There are many things, marble runs, toys, and much more. We build a Lego Minecraft fox and then we hear the dreadful call: It’s time for him to go. As he’s about to leave, we decide to ask one thing:

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“Can we please have a sleepover at your house?”

 

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Read “Sleepovers Pt. 2” for more…

and with that…

 

 

See ya.

 

 

 

 

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This year was fun. I’ve spend a lot of Time making blogs for all of the people reading. The year is coming to an end. I will have to bid adieu for the summer, but I will return after. I will always come back.. as violet man always said; after the summer, I will not be in the LA class anymore. I will have a new teacher. I don’t know how I will manage blogs. I am writing this blog to say that

I will leave, for a while.

It’ll be a hike, more than a mile.

But in the end,

I will still send

Blogs for you.

 

 

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Oi, como você tá hoje? Hoje eu vô falar de uma coisa:
a minha visita para o Brasil!

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Legend/Key:

(-)… = shortened

[…Hi…], […(…)…] = what it would actually say (instead of translating the phrase)

{…} = word(s) inside were removed in actual text

[Hi], […] = word(s) added in actual text

Text:

Hi, how (-)are you […you are…] today? Today, I’m going {to} talk about something […one thing…]: [the] my visit to Brasil! 

That was 67 words to translate an intro into English properly! WASTED TIME! WOW!

 

Chapter I: Plain Plane

In late February, I went to Brasil to visit my family. This trip was about 17 days and went over spring break, only losing 4 days of school. Three of which had much homework.

I don’t remember fully what happened on the plane, but I remember a videogame from the ‘80s, me struggling to keep my eyes open, a bunch of food 5 hours after my regular dinner time, some more videogames, my head vibrating a lot as I drifted to sleep, and that’s about it…

I remember waking up to being at 7 AM, “3 more hours,” I’d groan. The plane was hard to sleep in, especially since we were mid-air with lots of sound. I was so sleepy, I managed to hit the sack, really hard. Like really hard. There was five hours of the flight just doing nothing. Just playing Tower Defense: The first TD game ever invented (literally) and groaning. And a bit of eating. I know this isn’t detailed, but there wasn’t much in this flight. Just your average ten hour flight and ten ways to think that airports are non-Euclidean structures.

Chapter II: Rampa’ Grampa’

Well, first, we arrived at the airport and did all the airport things, then we waited for my grandpa to arrive and pick us up… We waited and waited… We decided to call him, and apparently he went on the wrong side of the road, at which point we was escorted out by security and had to loop around the airport just to get back to where he started. What a very odd joyride.

Then, we entered the car carefully because my grandpa has a cat 🐈. She kind of looks like the emoji I just used. Her name is Bila and she is six years old and gets very carsick. My grandpa said she ran out of the car in the parking garage at his apartment building. (There are very few houses in Brasil, mainly buildings with hundreds of apartments.)

I used to live on the 21st floor of my building. The view was… big.

After we entered the car, we drove for thirty-ish minutes before stopping at a café where we bought a big brigadeiro with powdered sugar on it (delicious) and some pão de queijo (Direct translation: Bread of cheese, cheese bread), I ate a couple pão de queijos, and my delicious brigadeiro, then we bought Gatorade and left. My grandpa went to an ATM, while me and my mom waited in the car. We then began our three-hour voyage to the beach.

Chapter II: The car.

There’s nothing much… My grandpa doesn’t have Spotify on his car so he listens to Radio Garden. Only one good song played. It was classical.

At the end of the trip, we were in a mountain area, with tons of mist, with my ears still popping because of the plane, we went up and down left and right zig and zag, when we called my aunt and cousin, Titia (Auntie) Mone (short for Simone) and Max (nickname for Maxwell), they said they were at the beach, we expected them to be at the beach three hours after we arrived! We hurriedly finished the drive and got to the beach house, we were changing into our beach clothes when Max and my aunt arrived, soaking wet and shivering, and said, “it started raining.”

Chapter III: The rest (of the day)

I was disappointed, mad, I had put a Kabuki mask worth of sunscreen on. I joked that I wasn’t wearing a Kabuki mask, I was a Kabuki mask. But now, the clouds were condensing.

For the rest of the day, I watched TV in the beach house and drew stuff with Max and my grandpa while my mom and aunt were shopping.

You know how kids have phases, like a Minecraft phase, a Roblox phase, a OldRoot/Cicada 3301 phase, other internet mysteries phase (OldRoot hits HARD), a horror phase, a Cuphead phase, a Meme phase, a Cipher phase, a Neriotic Era MDN So, You’ve Landed In the Void AU phase, a blog phase, a run-on sentence phase, a GarageBand phase, or a phase phase?

Max just entered his new phase:

the 11th Century Viking War 3D Animation Phase. (With painfully boring commentary)

While he was drawing men scribbled with blood ketchup, I was making a cover for a new AU show that I had in mind:

Radar Battles

(A bunch of pirates, captains and sea creatures that battle each other but there are greater dangers)

Now, saying that in a blog for over 90 people to hear, it sounds a little more cringe than I had in mind.

Chapter IV: Day 2

I woke up to chaos and got ready to go to the beach

This was a while ago and I don’t remember the order of the events.

Ok, ready? Let’s go!

I’m pretty sure this is the day when my uncle and other cousin (Tio Gugu (Uncle Gugu (Henrique)) and Lucas (my cousin)) arrived, they met us as we were about to leave and then we took our surfboards and left swiftly. At the beach, we found a parasol and then asked a guy to set it up for us. After that we grabbed chairs and accommodated ourselves. Then, some people went to swim, as I (daredevil when it comes to water) walked with my uncle (daredevil when it comes to water) and went about 130 feet into the ocean, with a water depth of 5-ish feet, caught a wave, and flew away.

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First tries were not very successful, although there were two times where I went straight to the shore (over 80 feet distance.)

Tell my teacher I’m surfin’. Surfin’ BRA.

The distance between the shore and the tent was about 40 feet, we looked like ants over in the distance. If an ant could catch a triple wave at 15 miles per hour.

After a bit, we came out and built a sand castle, at which point, we got a second parasol and some eyess kreem

I scream, you scream, we all scream,

t h e r e   w a s   n o   i c e   c r e a m .

Just kidding, there was  I C E   C R E A M .

I grabbed a brigadeiro-flavored  Ice cream stick and ate it. Yummy.

And then, I went over, built the castle, chased some birds, and went into the sea, only to come out to eat lunch and then head back home. I also grabbed a second ice cream, which you’re not supposed to do?

Then we headed back to the apartment building which totally did not have a very lazy cat lying in the same position for 10 hours. I took a shower at the cleaning station and we hopped in the hot pool, we chased each other for a while.

Chapter V: Day 3 big tree

Day 3 was the same as day two but instead of ice cream, There is Açaí (which is objectively better in many ways)

And we went to another pool, a colder pool. We played a game of trying not to get caught by my uncle and then we did a bunch of stuff, in the end to arrive at my uncle’s apartment to celebrate my grandpa’s birthday, with two cakes, one which I could not eat because it had rum in it, and the other with suspiros (a hard version of cotton candy basically.) Before that, we played uno and then danced to a bunch of songs. Before that, we were back at the apartment while my mom and aunt were shopping, then tested our hearing with a pitch maker, here were the results:

Lucas – ~19kHz (age 6)

Max – ~18.7kHz (age 7)

Me and My uncle – ~18.5kHz (ages # and 43)

My grandpa – ~7kHz (age 77)

Bila (the cat) – ????? (Presumably around 40kHz, age 6)

Then, we were going to have a sleepover at my uncle’s (which Max backed out of) and then it was sleepy time. I woke up after a dream of everybody in Outback killing murder flies with blue. Just blue. And woke up to an obsession about tardigrades. []=. Then, we went to the mall and ate Japanese food and then my aunt, uncle, Lucas and Max left. It was just me, my mom and my grandpa.

Chapter VI: Monday Nonday

I woke up, ate breakfast, watched TV and then went to the beach, where we left because there was an unpleasant amount of foam in the water (toxic foam.)

Then we swam and swam in the pool and then returned home, watched TV, and went to the mall. After that, we returned home once more and then packed up our things, put the in the car, grabbed the cat 🐈, put her in the car and then drove off, to seek the adventures in

São Paulo, Brasil

Stay tuned for more

(heehee)

 

 

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Warning: This blog forces people to do math. Do not read if you hate math. It might be scary for young audiences who can’t compute 3x+1=5x-3 (solve for x). I give you this as a grain of salt, because it makes sense that you might not be scared.

I have your consent.

DPOUJOVF!

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Chapter I: Background

Hello, I am 30Liam and I study at a school named Durham Academy (acronym: DA). I used to study at Forest View Elementary School, but that’s a different story… I first went to DA in fifth-grade (which for the private school that DA is, means I went to Middle School with little to no preparation). Fifth grade wasn’t a very good time for me because I was the “new kid” which everyone picked on; so I responded by being weird and slightly immature. This didn’t help. I have developed, and now I am less immature but still slightly weird. After a year, I am now in sixth grade. I have more homework and half of the campus has changed since fifth grade. I am now no longer the youngest kid in the school.

When I entered the school, I wasn’t accepted in, I was asked to be in the school. They saw my grade comparison at my other school and decided that I needed to be there. Everybody in my old school—and everybody who knows my intellect in the DA Middle School—thought I was gifted and way ahead of my age. Calculating square roots at 6 years of age. But I don’t think I’m super smart, and I’m starting to fall into average (but still way above average). Because of my apparent intellect in physics, math, and language arts, I was not only advanced in my old school, but in DA. They sent me a 40 question test (in the middle of the summer) for me to prove that I was worthy of going to Pre-Algebra in 6th Grade (I was). Next, I was coming back to school in 6th Grade and I had Pre-Algebra.

Chapter one and a half: All hail Bob

Before I begin, I wanted to give a shout out to our school fish, Bob. Bob was adopted in 2002 and is suspected to be about 22-ish years old (to humans, that would be about 45 years old). Everybody likes Bob and they are very cute in the new fish tank at the entrance of the new building. I said they because the biological sex of Bob remains unknown and is suspected only to be known upon autopsy. In 17-ish years. The teacher that previously owned them left to go to the Elementary School. Now they are belonging to everyone! (Just assigned people).

Chapter II: Pre-Al

First thing I noticed: The classroom of Advanced Mathematics (or Pre-Al) is next to the ordinary 6th Grade Mathematics.

Second, the class was FULL. There were more than 20 people, which for me was unexpected because I didn’t know there were so many people that are good at math.

Third, the people there were.. unexpected. I think that the system for getting people in Pre-Al is.. off. Some people that I know are good at math weren’t in there and some people that I wouldn’t expect were in there (no names).

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Also, the math was leveled at the start but then got really hard.

Chapter II Section II: Units, Tests, Homework, and more!

The unit system used was Lessons, being written as Unit.Lesson (ie. 3.1 or 2.6 being Unit 3 Lesson 1 or Unit 2 Lesson 6). We took test and quizzes occasionally, only at ends of units.

Example: We took Lessons 1.1, 1.2, 1.3, 1.4, and 1.5. On the end of 1.2 we took a quiz for 1.1 and 1.2, and at the end of 1.5, we took a test for the whole unit.

Each Lesson takes a day or two, although some have taken days or weeks to finish because they weren’t so related to previous lessons.

Homework is normally assigned everyday, although recently (as of writing) there has been a large reduction in the amount of homework the teacher, Mrs. Stanbury, assigns. Although classwork is still raging strong 💪 and doing well.

The class, overall, is very fun and neat, although there are some improvements I would make:

1. There was less homework

2. The rules for late assignments would be a little less tense but still tense enough to prepare us for Algebra.

3. She would making more funny jokes so I could put them in my Teacher Out Of Context notes page

4. If we were done with stuff we could play games until the end of class

5. She could allow some stretch/talk breaks, since we are tweens (pre-teens [11 or 12 years]) and we are staring at friends  p a t i e n t l y  w a i t i n g  to talk

I wouldn’t want much more, although it would be great if she gave out candy 🍭 like Mrs. Williams.

Chapter III: Recent Works

Recently, we’ve been focused on Lesson 5.5, which has “Finding the Missing Sides of Similar and Congruent Figures”  which involves finding the missing sides of similar and congruent figures. I have done a lot in unit 5, such as finding, describing, writing, comparing, and simplifying ratios, rates, unit rates, unit prices, and proportions. So I will just sum it up with two or three problems that I’ve solved.

Sadly, though, I recycled my homework papers so I only have a couple of problems.

Here they are:

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(All are of the same lesson, by the way) (Lesson 5.5)

This one is about two similar figures. Similar figures match in shapes but don’t match in size. You have to find the missing side of the figure by analyzing the size difference between two figures using proportions. I calculated the difference between each and applied that knowledge to answer the missing side.

These are similar (get it?) but not the same as the last problem; these Figures are in each other, adding a challange of having to figure out the values while doing addition and subtraction. You apply the same process except “x” is the difference between the existing side and the larger side.

I liked doing these problems because it demonstrated my talent when it comes to figuring things out, even when there’s too many steps. And with that, I think I have no words left to type and review, so I guess it’sa time for me to go if you get it.

Chapter IV: See’uh

If you liked (or didn’t like) this blog, check out my other’s and my friends’s blogs at 30Kellan, 30Garrett, and 30Noah and even 30Patrick.

Thank you and Bye!

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In 6th grade, the land consists of 4 main areas:

Immaturlandia, Schoolandia, Happyactivitlandia, and finally, Imaginalandia.

There are also many subsections of the landias:

Friendlandia, Happyschoolactivitlandia, Immaschoolandia, Socialmedlandia, Creativlandia, Emotiolandia, Boolandia (books), Venndiagramsatisfactlandia, Strorielandia, Youtlandia, SIunitsobsessionlandia, Googollandia, writingblogsformyclassbutendinguphavingselfsatisfactionandwantingtodomorejustforfunandactuallyhavingalotofviewsprovidingmoreselfsatisfactionandbecomingveryveryveryhappywithmyselfaccidentallylandia, Darklandia (for depression), Idlegameobsessionlandia, and last but definitely not least, Imaginativeschoolactivitylandia.

Today, I want to focus on a sub-subsection of Imaginativeschoolactivitylandia (or ISAL) called Focuseddirectionalbutstillratherimaginativeforcedschoolactivitylandia (or FDBSRIFSAL), here, we have activities like making clay mugs in art class, or making sketch notes for history, or writing a blog for LA, and maybe even a comic for wisdom tales in LA…

Chapter I: Reading

In LA, we do many, many, activities but one seemed apparent. Every now and then, in class, we would read wisdom tales from a book named, “Wisdom Tales From Around the World” by Heather Forest, and we would write the Name, Origin, a Short Summary, and the Moral in a bullet point-ish format; so we could see it later.

After a week or so, we finished reading the Wisdom Tales and she (Mrs. Williams) said we would do a comic about a wisdom tale and then make a blog about it. Which is why I am here right now.

I reluctantly procrastinated.

My comic was based of off This Too Shall Pass, an old Jewish tale about King Solomon and how there is a balance in the world and how everything eventually ends, nothing is forever. It involves King Solomon’s kind, patient, strong, quiet, and loyal warrior named Benaiah bragging to people and a clever way to make him stop.

Chapter II: Short Summary

In the tale, Benaiah is caught bragging to guards and showing off his ability to do anything the king asks. The king, overhearing this conversation, makes a plan to stop Benaiah’s bragging. By taking away what he is able to brag about. The king asks for a ring that makes happy people sad and sad people happy. This ring, as he thinks, is impossible to get. Benaiah starts his search for the ring.

After many, many shops and marketplaces he asked with no response, he thought that it might be from far lands, so he went further. But the further he went, the less he hoped. Until, he came across a ring vendor. The young vendor asked if he could help with anything; Benaiah asked him, “do you have a ring that makes sad people happy and happy people sad?” The boy replied, “I don’t know, I should ask my grandpa.” The boy went in the shop and brought out his grandpa. “I might be of help..” the grandpa said as he picked up a ring and quickly enscribed something on it. “Here.” He said, handing Benaiah the ring. Benaiah felt elated and ran off towards the kingdom.

There, he found the king was having a party at the palace. He entered the party, ready to greet the king. The king saw him and imagined that he would be returning because he did not find anything; but Benaiah came and said, “here is the ring you requested.” The king was shocked to see Benaiah with the ring that he thought was impossible. The king grabbed the ring and looked around, realizing that everybody in the party—all his partners, friends, and loyal servants—would all die, and not that far from then. He looked to see what was inscribed on the ring.

“This Too Shall Pass.”

Chapter III: My Comic.

“Procrastination As A Nation” is literally the definition of my mind. So as a Nation of Procrastination, I procrastinated. A week. Then I sprang up made a drawing and waited 3 days. Then I opened an app called “Comic Life” and made an outline of my comic (all the comic squares, etc.), and then added two drawings

Chapter III Part II: Depression

One day I tried to open Comic Life and only a black screen saying I can’t do anything showed up. I stayed for a week, then deleted and restarted the app. All of my stuff, gone. I had to restart which took me 4 days to motivate my self to do. Then, I finally got up and started my outline

Chapter III Part III: Final outline

It was a weekend and I was up to working on my comic. I started at 10:00AM-ish and stopped at ~2 PM. In this time, I finished the outline and drew over half of my drawings. That is where I stopped, but I still continued a couple days later; taking 1:30 Hours and finishing the comic. I, with this beauty made, waited for teacher approval.

When I got my teacher approval, I uploaded the assignment and grinned.. and grinned.. and griiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeeedddddddddd.

Chapter IV: Afterwards

A couple weeks later, Mrs. Williams printed our comics (via PDF) and pinned them to the wall. They are still there today! (1 month after). I always feel happy when I see my 4 pages of a comic. She might take them down soon, but who knows?

I know: She does.

Chapter V: My Comic

After all of this, I’ve started, finished, uploaded, and wrote my comic so now all that left is to show it to you!

I hope you enjoy it!

(I am not that good at drawing, especially people or animals)

That was my ok comic, made in Comic Life, photos from Sketchbook and Ideas from Wisdome Tales From Around The World By Heather Forest and me.

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Chapter VI: Communal Comix

My friends also made comics, and they also made blogs about their comics so go check them out! Links at the bottom.

My friend, 30Kellan, made Feeding His Clothes and my other friend, 30Garrett, (I think he) made The Lion Makers while I don’t know what Noah did, but check them all out! They’re nice people with good skills and deserve your attention (like we all do)! I even remember somebody making 4 comics in our class! I was struggling on one!

In the end, it was a very fun activity that our very nice teacher assigned to us on a very good time and then we wrote very good blogs and very good comments on those very good blogs about our very good comix!

Chapter VII: Bye!

I have enjoyed making this awesome blog and this awesome blog about it I hope YOU enjoyed reading my blog and comic! And with that, I’ll “C yeah” later!

Visit https://30kellanhr.edublogs.org/, https://30garretts.edublogs.org/, and https://30noahco.edublogs.org/.

Bye bye!

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