report cards

This week we got our report cards. I had three B's and one A. My parents and I were very happy with it.
In English I have to give a persentaion on slavery. My timeline goes from the trianglery trade to the underground railroad. I believe that I will do very well on it.

Uncle Tom's Cabin

In English this week we read summery chapters on Uncle Tom's Cabin. It is a tale about a group of slaves and there lives. Uncle Tom is a deeply religious slave that is sold from owner to owner. Some of the owners are kind and others are cruel, and threw out the story Uncle Toms religious beliefs are put to the test. The other part of the story is about a family of slaves that are escaping to Canada. The family is separated in part of the story but they are able to find one another again. They make it to Canada with the help of a group of Quakers. Overall the book tells use the life of the slaves and how they where able to get threw every day of it.

CTE Poem

In English last week we had to take a poem from one of the fireside poets and change the words in it to make it talk about our CTE program. For my poem I used Oliver Wendell Holmes poem "The Chambered Nautilus". Here it is I hope you like it.

THIS is the hard drive of pearl, which, non-techs feign,Sails the unshadowed mainframe,--The venturous waves of heat that flings On the sweet cooling unit wind its blackened blades In windows enchanted, where the headphones sing,And keyboards lie bare,Where the cold boot rises the operating system is streaming from the disk to the RAM.

Its web of large memory no more unfurl;Wrecked is the hard drive of pearl!And every chambered microchip,Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell,As the frail tenant shaped his growing files,Before thee lies revealed,--Its firewall hacked, its sunless encrypted files snatched!

Year after year beheld the silent CPUThat uploaded his lustrous data;Still, as the files grew,He left the past year's dwelling for the new,Stole with soft step its thought to be unpenatrable code,Built up its idle memory,Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.

Thanks for the heavenly IM message sent by thee,Child of the wandering web,Cast from her lap top, forlorn!From thy dead keyboard a clearer note is bornThan ever web browser sent from server!While on mine window it shows,Through the deep caves of thought I see your words and read:--

Build thee more stately computers, O my soul,As the swift updates roll!Leave thy low-speed internet past!Let each new connection method, nobler than the last,Shut thee from network with a search more vast,Till thou at length art free,Leaving thine obsolete system by life's unresting sea!