In Memory of Cinnamon

Dear Diary,

Today started like a normal Saturday. I woke up with my tight, kinky hair flying in every direction, my brown skin warm from the heat of the covers, and my sisters just waking up. Normal I would help August tend to the bees, but I had not been up to work this morning. Lily Smith (or whatever her real name is) had squashed my favorite cockroach, Cinnamon, last night. He had wandered over to the honey house and crawled into her bed. She saw him and let out the worst scream I could have possibly imagined. She came in hysterical, complaining to June about how the "Biggest damned bug crawled into her bed." I knew exactly what she had done. August had sent me to the homey house to finish my cry and say goodbye to Cinnamon.

After I had finished wallowing in my sadness I sheepishly walked towards the kitchen, humming "Oh! Suzanna!" in a dreary voice. It was when i saw Lily sitting at the table that my humming grew more frantic and faster. I felt a tear roll down my cheek and onto my chin. It's not her fault. I told myself. She didn't know he'd lived here for longer than she has. She was just scared of him. And he was scared of her. I left and went back to the honey house, and sure enough Cinnamon was still lying there, stiff as a stone.

I lifted Cinnamon;s cold body onto my dry palm, his insides spilled everywhere, but I didn't mind. I took a pink handkerchief out of my pajama pocket and carefully wrapped him in it. I dug him a little hole by his favorite rock and gave him a burial there. I knew it was a minor loss, but sometimes it's all the small hurt in life that make me cry so hard, 'cause it just adds up like drops of water in a river. Eventual you're so deep in your little worries and fears that you can drowned in them...

Diary, I love life so very much, just sometimes I wonder why the good lord gave us such terrible things such as death, and anger and sadness. If God loves us all, why does he put such hard tacks in front of us?

I'll write again tomorrow if all goes well, Diary.

The one and only,
~May Boatwright

Mysics- Order of Operations

(5 x 22) ÷ 10 + (27 - 7) =

5 = (3 = 27) ÷ 3 =

28 ÷ 7 – 3 - 2 = 3

My favorite Fictional Hero

Immortality is a gift and a curse, Being forced to live until the end of time, and having all the freedom in the world. Living in a magical place among Indians (Currently called Native Americans), mermaids, fairies, and pirates. Having adventure among side the beloved lost boys. With a pinch of fairy dust, and your happiest memory you have you can soar through the clear blue sky. My hero if from the original English play, and adopted by Walt Disney; Peter Pan.

Peter Pan is with no doubt my favorite fictional hero. His scene of fun and adventure causes him to be an unforgettably part of childhood. I couldn't imagine growing up without him. He is my favorite hero for just that. He turns childhood and innocence if to a forever lasting dream. To me Peter Pan represents every child who is reluctant to grow up. Peter if forever fighting the man who symbolizes getting old, the infamous Captain Hook. His carefree ways are inspiration to me he lives every day like it's his last among side The Lost Boys; Tootles (Skunk costume), Nibs (Bunny costume), Slightly (Fox costume), Cubby (Bear costume), and the twins; Marmaduke and Binky (Raccoon costumes).

The reason Peter Pan is so special to me is because he has a beautiful mind which is filled with risks, laughter, and fun. His love of life and the thrill of enterprise brightens up my mind. There is a saying that goes perfectly with his life; "Dream as if you'll live forever, Live as if you'll die tomorrow."

What is math/physics?

To me math is one of the building blocks of life, as well as physics. Where ever you go you can find math, Such as walking in the from door of a restaurant. What measures were made to assure the door was big enough? What equations did the construction workers use to Measure a door way? How about the ceiling? How any people will be able to fit in this restaurant while still having two feet between each one of them? Another thing to figure out the rate of a growing object and make a prediction, suck as; If a flower grows 12cm in 2007, 15cm in 2008, and 10cm in 2009 how tall is the flower? About how tall will it be in 2010? What about 2011? Everyone uses math, whether they are just learning to count to ten or working on an equation to use rocket fuel. Math ranges from baking a cake, building a chair, figuring out how many miles it would take to go from New York to Denver and back again, or staying within your budget while shopping, and all the way back again.

Physics is natural science, such as energy, matter, motion, and force. Physics and math are extremely close and almost intertwine with each other. There is a mathematical equation for solving for velocity, time, and acceleration. We are using physics just by walking or moving a pencil. We are using force to propel our self forward and put the pencil in a different place than it was before. physics is everywhere, from a car speeding at 80mph or a rock falling off a two foot desk. Everyone uses it, whether its an inanimate object or a living thing. If it can move physics is used.

Picture explanation: To cause the flames on the piano, energy is needed, therefor connecting to physics.

30 things you (problably) didn't know about me.

I love candy

I have sleep insomnia

This is my favorite number

three

I know all the lyrics to every Hawthorne Heights song EVER!!

I can put my foot in my mouth (literally)

I was born in Wisconsin

I have a very weak bladder

My favorite state is New York

I go to the beach a lot

I love dinosaurs!!!

Tristen

This is my first blog ever.

I love to go camping

My favorite scent of deodorant is cucumber melon

All of my close friends are a lot older than me.

I love to give people nick names.

I have 4 pets

I normally dislike school

I rock out on the harp

I've never broken a bone

I like roses

I'm Buddhist

I don't have a favorite color

I love to paint

Breakfast is my favorite meal

I'm a vegetarian

I have the worst memory ever (where am I again?)

I spend most my time reading

Kitty-kat

I hate MySpace

I want to learn sign language

When I grow up I want to be a mortician