"Cyber Predators"

If my friend told me that he or she met someone online just because no one will talk to her or she or he doesn't have a Friend to talk to i will tell her don't talk to strangers. One day this person may be picking on you and saying rude things to you and no one really talks to you at school and your just getting fed up with all these kids at school you don't need to show others that you talk to strangers on the Internet that you don't even know and so they are going to give an bad impression on you.

Classwork Friday 2/26/10

My favorite cartoon charactrer is Tinker Bell from the Disney Fairies. I like her because she is always willing to trying new things, and she does not care what anyone or anybody says. I think Tinker Bell should come to SPA and take me home to her fairie family.

Annoying Saying I Dislike

The phrase that annonys me the most is " Oh Heck No". My reasoning is because there is really not any need to use improper language instead you should just say anything.

The link to my flashcards

http://flashcarddb.com/cardset/study/62012

Rhmye Zone Poem

Family is like candy,
I have a cousin named Brandi.
My mom is so sweet,
she loves to eat.
My brother is clever,
I love him forever.
My grandmother is old,
But she is very bold.
My dad is fat,
Who's afraid of a rat.
My sister is mean,
But rocks bling.

"The rhyme scheme is AABBCCDDEE."

Rhmye Zone Poem

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I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

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The free bird leaps on the back of the win and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with fearful trill of the things unknown but longed for still and is tune is heard on the distant hillfor the caged bird sings of freedom The free bird thinks of another breeze an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. Maya Angelou