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I read Lord of the Flies by the author William Golding for Reading Counts and I passed my test with flying colors! I completed 248 pages, and I would give this book a rating of 9 out of 10.

“Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence, were, all, my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business.” That’s a quote from A Christmas Carol written by Charles Dickens in 1843. It meant much then, and still means much now. Basically it is saying that there are more important things in life than money. His business and job hardly matter, a drop of water in the ocean. When you die, like Jacob Marley, money doesn’t matter at all. It’s the things you do in your life that matter, your acts of kindness, not your possessions. That quote means a lot today, especially in America. Many people in America are obsessed with money and work. The average European citizen usually takes up to two months of vacation annually, and the average American citizen takes less than two weeks of vacation days. People need to realize that you will leave your possessions when you die. It won’t matter how much money you had, where you lived, what car drove, but what will matter is knowing that you positively impacted someone’s life, or even the world.

     Our class is reading a book,  Three Cups of Tea, I know my mom’s book club read it and I’ve heard of it multiple times, so I believe that it is a popular book. I have to make a blog post on a prompt, so here it goes:

     I believe that Greg felt a little disappointed when Haji Ali told him he needed to first build a bridge before he could build a school, but I think he was mostly angry at himself for poorly planning. I’ve felt like that when I promised my parents I’d get straight A’s. I was doing great and had straght A’s, but then I did poorly on a few tests, and forgot my homework. I had all B’s and C’s, and thought I’d never get them. But then, I got A’s on tests by studying, and did great on homework, and got my straight A’s. So, the morale of the story is to keep trying, like The Little Engine That Could.

We’re about to finish the 6^th grade and we only have two days, five hours and 17 minutes left until summer! 6^th grade was really fun, and my teacher’s making my class right about four reflections of 6^th grade.

My first reflection was our field trip we took a week ago. Best field trip ever! We went to a park called Starkey Park, and tested the water quality. We had the best site (in my opinion), Site 3. We had to cross the river, and then we got to the sandbar, where we did our testing. We had to test the width of the river, the current speed, we got to use a rubber ducky for that , and things like that. But the funnest part was when we were in the water. We were allowed up to our wasts, and I was in the water most the time. There’s just something fun about being in a river, in your normal everyday clothes.

Another great memory I have from this year is my straight A’s. I got straight A’s for the second quarter of our school year, and as promised, my parents bought me a cell phone. I’m trying to get straight A’s this quarter too.

Another great reflection is from the first month of school, I don’t remember what day exactly, but it was the day we got our Netbooks, or laptops. Everyone took home these giant boxes with the computers in them, and I even used mine as a backpack for the first week or so. They have helped us a lot this year, and I’m hurrying to type this post on mine, because we’re turning them in to the school in an hour.

My last reflection is right now. I’m excited for summer to start. There are so many great things going on right now. I’m about to finish a great year, with my great teachers, I’m going to Holiday World on Friday with my band, we had field day on Friday (a LOT of fun) and well… I just love the end of the school year!

I haven’t been on my blog in like two or three months, and I looked on my clustr map, and saw people all over Europe, California, Florida, and all these places in the world.  It’s pretty awesome to see people from California reading my posts, while I’m in Indiana, and more awesome to see people in Europe reading my American stuff.

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My teacher makes me write things called “Nerdy Wordy Stories,” and you basically have to use a bunch of big fancy words (I bolded the big fancy words) . Here mine is, it’s kind of random.

Perry the Preposterous Penguin

By: Mason C*****

Perry was a very preposterous penguin. He dreamed of doing prodigious things. He dreamed of flying to the moon, a place never traversed by his breed. His peers thought Perry lacked sagacity and thought his dream of reaching the moon was intangible.

Perry started pondering his idea of going to the moon, thinking of profound thoughts. He eventually thought of building a rocket. It was manifest that Perry would need prodigious funds for this project to be successful. Perry called up NASA and tried to allude the topic that Perry was actually a penguin, but NASA talked very condescendingly to Perry because he was a penguin and would not give him the grant. After that, Perry was feeling very melancholy.

But then Perry got a prodigious idea. He called up the Humane Society, and he found their languor, they could not deny an animal’s request, so they funded his lunar project, but they didn’t have enough money to fund the whole thing, so Perry thought of a prodigious idea. He made arrangements with President Obama, and got permission to drill for oil. He built oil rigs, and made enough money for the rest of his project. Perry made all the arrangements himself, he welded the titanium, built the launch pad, and even built the oil rig from scratch. As you can see, this took him a very long time, almost a decade.

Eventually, Perry’s project had been completed from all that hard work. Finally the launch day came, and Perry was full of anxiousness. The press was very genial, considering he was the first penguin to fly to the moon. The countdown began; Ten…, Nine…, Eight…, Seven…, Six…, Five…, Four…, Three…, Two…, One…: BLASTOFF, the announcer’s voice blared over he intercom, at the newly founded Antarctic Space Station, founded by Perry.

Perry’s shuttle shot into space like a bullet, and a few seconds later, you could hear the atmosphere being broken. Perry was on his way to the moon. A couple years age he had been an average penguin, and now he is the first penguin to fly into outer space. NASA reported through the shuttle’s radio, “The moon is only a few hours away.” Normally it took a much longer time to reach the moon, but Perry had the nicest shuttle built and it went 1000% faster than the fastest man-made one. Penguins were excellent engineers.

A few hours passed, and the moon’s gravity was pulling Perry in. In 30 seconds he would be on the moon. His anxiety was building, he was beyond words, and was almost stolid. 20 seconds. He deployed his landing gear and got ready for history. 10 seconds. Perry shifted in his space suit and said a silent prayer. 5 seconds. BANG! Perry had reached the moon. Perry stepped out of his shuttle and took a few bounds across the moon. He couldn’t believe it. Perry the Penguin proudly placed the Antartic flag on the moon.

My teacher made me write a poem. I decided to write a sonnet and it has like ten stanzas. It’s basically about a blue flamingo. I had to rhyme a lot. You have to rhyme like the first line with the third and the second with the fourth. It’s kinda easy. Here’s the poem:

Pongo the Flamingo
By: Mason C*****

There was a flamingo
His name was Pongo
He liked playing bingo
while listening to a bongo

But Pongo was weird
He was shown no love
For blue was the way he appeared
And was made fun of

A scientist with hair of gray
Took him on a Monday
He was abducted to go to be studied at U.C.L.A.
Near California’s bay

The scientists couldn’t figure out why he was blue
For they hadn’t a clue
But Pongo knew
He was spray-painted by blink-182

Pongo took a shower
He tried to get the paint off but had no luck
Even though he was showering for an hour
But the paint was stuck

Pongo was sad the paint wouldn’t abide
He though his life was grim
But eventually he had to decide
what to do, because nobody liked him

Pongo then received a letter
It said to come outside at night
Little did he know it would made him feel a little better
When the sky was dark and the stars were white

The letter said
To come outside on March third
He saw something in the sky
What he saw looked like a bird

What he saw looked like one of the stars
It was a U.F.O.
The U.F.O. was from Mars
It looked it casted a spooky glow

And from it came
A blue flamingo that looked him as a decoy
Pongo was the same
Pongo joined and he was filled with joy

I found this on a blog and had to post it. This is the funniest Christmas Carol ever (and violent too)!

Down in the workshop all the elves were making toys
For the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys
When the boss busted in, nearly scared ‘em half to death
Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath
From his beard to his boots he was covered in ammo
Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo
And he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye
“Merry Christmas to all – now you’re all gonna die!”

The night Santa went crazy
The night Saint Nick went insane
Realized he’d been getting a raw deal
Something must’ve finally snapped in his brain

Well the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it
Everywhere you’ll find pieces of Cupid and Comet
Then he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage
And he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage
He got Dancer and Prancer with and old German Luger
And he slashed up poor Dasher just like Freddy Krueger
Then he picked up a flamethrower and he barbecued Blitzen
Then he took a big bite and said “It tastes just like chicken!”

The night Santa went crazy
The night Kris Kringle went nuts
Now you can’t hardly walk ’round the North Pole
Without stepping in reindeer guts

There’s the National Guard and the FBI
There’s a van from the Eyewitness News
And helicopters circling ’round in the sky
Now the bullets keep flying the body count’s rising
And everybody’d dying to know – Santa, why?
My, my, my, my – you used to be such a jolly guy.

Yes, Virginia, now Santa’s doing time
In a Federal prison for his infamous crime
Hey there little friend, don’t you cry no more tears
He’ll be out with good behavior in seven hundred more years.

(Alternate verse used in concert)
Yes, Virginia, now Santa Claus is dead
A guy from the SWAT team blew a hole through his head
Yes, little friend, that’s his brains on the floor
Guess you won’t have the fat guy to kick around anymore

Now Vixen’s in therapy and Donner’s still nervous
And the elves all got jobs working for the postal service
And they say Mrs. Claus she’s on the phone every night
With a lawyer negotiating the movie rights
(They talk about)

The night Santa went crazy
The night Saint Nicholas flipped
Broke his back for some milk and cookies
Seems to me like he was tired of getting gypped

The night Santa went crazy
The night Saint Nick went insane
Realized he’d been getting a raw deal
Something finally must’ve snapped in his brain
Something finally must’ve snapped in his brain
Tell ya something must’ve finally snapped in his brain.