Competition

Author's Note:
It's Christmas break and I was bored, so what do I do?  I was thinking about practicing for dance, but then, what if I just wrote about dance.  So this is a story I wrote inspired by my last dance competition, I am focusing on orginazation.

I walk right onto the stage.  Lights flickering, piercing your eyes as you look up.  You grasp your poms tightly before the music starts.  Adrenaline rushing through your veins as the intro starts. Hitting your moves on spot with everyone else, you all look perfect.   The music stops and you hold your last position.  Your team cheers off behind the curtain and out of sight from the audience.  All of your team mates head back into your practice room. 

You can talk about how well you did, or bad, now.  Your coach congratulates everyone.  You head back to the auditorium to accept the awards. The announcer speaks softly into the microphone so you can barely hear him.  Someone on your teams recognizes some of the words he’s saying and that your division is about to be called.  Eighth place, not you.   Seventh place, not you.  It goes on until third place.  Third place, not you.  Your team gets excited.  Second place, Main Street Dance, that’s you! Second place.   Macayla, a high school assistant coach, told you that you should expect to get about fourth or fifth place because there were some other teams that were easily a lot better than you in previous years.  Our team walks back onto the stage to accept their trophy.  It’s gold and shiny, just like all the others, only bigger.  A different announcer called out the first place team, Secondary Dance Academy.  Though don’t let the word secondary fool you. It just means that they are younger.  Yep we lost to some little girls that are about two thirds our ages.  We got over it and laughed it off and after a while. We let the fact that we just got second place excite us. 

The emotions are running through us like the blood in my veins just before we went on.  There is still some more time that we have to be there because we want to see the other teams in the other divisions.  Once it’s all over, done and gone.  We get back onto our bus, not a coach bus, not a tricked out fun bus, but just a little yellow school bus, though we’re all OK with that. 

The ride home was the best part.  We were all talking and yelling and hoping someone was able to hear how happy we were.  We stop back at our school. All the parents are shouting at us that we did a great job, and we know that.  Though, it did get a little loud.  Once we got to school, I, me of all people, was the one chosen to put the trophy in the trophy case.   

Everyone settled down to find their parents.  I found my dad and he drove me home where my mom is waiting with open arms, my dad texted her saying that I got second place.  Great, a spastic mom and an over exaggerating dad, fun.  I was über tired, so I just went up straight to bed.  Rest might just be the best thing for me right now.

Spas

Author's Note:
reellaaxx and enjoy the poem I wrote focusing on voice.

Comfort pleasure
Relaxing fun
Enjoying the pool
Tanning out in the sun
Getting facials
Pedicures and more
So much to do
You'll never be bored
Quiet and peace and
Serenity
Putting on make-up
In a vanity
Massages and lotions
Showers and soap
You think about the cost
You hope it's low
Your girls day is done
Forever for now
You try to come back here
You picture ways how

Shopping

Author's Note:
I love to shop and it makes me smile so I wrote about it.

Finding some shoes
Or a sweater or skirt
Buying some pants
Or a necklace, a shirt
Trying it on
It fitting just right
It is just perfect
Not loose or tight
The garment so soft
So silky and clean
In it you dance
You dance oh so free
The piece is on sale
Fifty percent off
Outside you walk
You begin to cough
You go into stores
Outlets and malls
The buildings are huge
They are really tall
All the colors of clothes
All the sales going on
Animals on shirts
Like bunnies and fawns
You get up extra early
To get the best prices
You would drive youself
But you have no license
As you walk in the doors
A woman asks if she can help you
You say no, then you ponder
Do you
You walk around
For half an hour
You walk past a bakery
Full with flour
Once you walk into that store
You favorite store
You you're in heaven
Not the real world anymore

To What Extent

Author's Note:
Think about the things you are about to here, and if you've ever done them. I am focusing on voice.

To what extent would you change the world
To what extent would you try to hurt it
To what extent would you give a donation
To what extent would you keep your money
To what extent would you help someone
To what extent would you be mean
To what extent would you love
To what extent would you hate
To what extent would you share
To what extent would you take
To what extent would you  shine light
To what extent would you be dark
To what extent would you do something just like everyone else
How far will you go, just to be an original

Things to Think About

Author's Note:
This is a poem about things I was thinking about and that just happened to rhyme. I am focusing on voice.


Tigers eating
Lions pouncing
Jumping on beds
Not jumping, bouncing

Running outside
Playing some tag
Pledge of allegiance
To the American flag

Cartwheels on the subway
Handstands at the park
Skipping around your house
When it's finally dark

Swimming in the summer
Skiing in winter
Climbing trees in fall
Careful, don't get a splinter

Drawing in Paris
Romancing in Spain
Buy worldly products
Like African grain

Around the world
In eighty days
Fly to the clouds
Shoot up into space

Slide into sweats
Pull back your hair
Go have some fun
Go to a fair

Skip through bad weather
Dive into grass
Don't break your arm
Don't get a cast

Shop with your friends
Gossip about nothing
Listen to music
Now honey that's something

Talk with a twang
Just for a day
You can be Texan
You'll find something to say

Be a martian
Maybe from mars
Shoot for the moon
Land on the stars

Click a pen in you hand
Write in a journal
Eat some popcorn
Even the kernels

Lick ice-cream cones
Sink your teeth into ice
Eat something hot
Like jalapeno spice

Duct tape your mouth
Don't say a word
Soar up in the sky
Just like a bird

Smile ear to ear
Don't frown just smile
Walk to China
It might take a while

Wear crazy clothes
And socks and a shirt
Then get them all dirty
While playing in dirt

Get shocked by a fence
Feel it rush right through you
You might not like it
Or maybe, do you?

Post it the world
Wrap it together
Make it more colorful
Just like a feather

Do something weird
Like fall from a tree
Don't hit the ground
Don't scrape your knee

Make your room sparkle
Hang cups from the ceiling
It will look better
Cooler, apealing

Play a game with a neighbor
Hey look you won
Turn around in a glance
The poof it's all gone

Fun

Author's Note:
This is a poem that is suppose to make you have fun, I am focusing on voice.


Ride a roller coaster

Slide down a mountain
Skate in Antarctica
Play in a fountain

Run with the tigers
Fish with the bears
Go where you please
Wherever oh where

Far far away
You can be free
We can go on an adventure
Just you and me

Fly up in the air
Like no one's around
Tip toe into a cave
Shh don't make a sound

The Land of the Christmas

Author's Note:
After I wrote the poem Creative, I decided that I liked the term the land of the Christmas, I am focusing on voice.

The land of the Christmas
With Santa and Snow
With little cold elves
And candycanes you know
The land with all white
And soft warm blankets
Giving goodies and treats
In wicker baskets
Mrs. Claus and Mr.
All gathered in red
Plump little creatures
With plump little heads
The spirit of Saint Nick
The chime of his bells
The tune of the sleigh
Stories to tell
Grouped in little bunches
Making bundles and bundles of toys
All put together nice and neat
For super nice girls and boys
Reading books of the
Night before
Selling trinkets
In trinket stores
Salvation Army
Receiving donations
Santa gives
To every nation
You want to be here
You don't want to miss this
Come take a trip
To the land of the Christmas

Come One, Come All

Author's Note:
I wrote this poem to show that anyone can be wanted, all they have to do, is to have the need.  I am focusing on the voice part of the writing rubric.

Come one, come all
To the the marvelous life
To the heavens above
To see the great sites
Live life to the fullest
The fullest indeed
To the land of the wealthy
Though no one with greed
Family, friends,
Neighbors alor!
Babies, and brothers
Sisters and mothers
The land of the love
Islands of great fortune
Come to the cities
Like Sunshine and Lipton
Everyone's healthy
Everyone's clean
So many places to go
Many people to be
Slap a smile on that face
That oh what lovely face
And come on down
Live in wide open space
Clear out of reality
And into your dreams
You don't want to be wanted
To you wanted is a need
The place of all color
Like red blue and green
Eat cultures of food
Like Mexican beans
Or pasta from China
Or oranges from Spain
Or bananas from Brazil
Or some sort of grain
You cannot get hurt
Or take a great fall
Welcome to the land
Of come one, come all

E. coli

Author's Note:
This is a content essay on E. coli and what affects it has on people and in lakes and rivers.  I am focusing on the organization part of the writing rubric.

E. coli is a small, warm blooded bacteria that infested Pewaukee Lake for almost two weeks last summer.It  can cause illnesses such as fever, stomach ache, and more annoying and painful symptoms.  This bacteria is sometimes found in food, such as meat and dairy products.  To treat E. coli infections, one can either wait it out for about five to ten days, or take specific medicines to treat your fever or stomach aches. Swimmers or boaters should always check the news or with life guards to make sure lakes are clean.  There are little steps you can take to stay E. coli free, too.  Lastly, E. coli is one of the most disgusting things that you can have swarming on your body.

First, E. coli's entire name is Escherichia coli.  It is a small and oval shaped bacteria that, when infected, can cause illnesses.  It can contaminates foods, open air, and water, most often.  When it contaminated Pewaukee Lake, some people still went swimming even though they knew about the E. coli.  Lakes and rivers get infested with E. coli by when the clouds pick it up somewhere else, and it rains into the lake.  When swimming in any lake, try not to swallow the water because the water may have tiny traces of E. coli in it and you could get sick.  Finally, E. coli is supposed to be noticed and taken seriously, but health officials try hard to keep their beaches clean and swimmers shouldn't worry too much about it.

Most people hear about E. coli infesting lakes, rivers, or large waters, but how about food.  Yes, many foods could have E. coli traces and cause the same affects on your body.  The most common foods with E. coli, are meats or dairy products.  Raw meats can get infected, if the animal had an E. coli infection in it already.  Dairy, since it is made from milk, it could have picked it up from the animal it came from, too.  All in all, check the brand of these foods before consuming. 

As people, we can't really prevent all E. coli in the world, but we can inform others if we know something  infected.  If a certain beach is closed for E. coli, don't swim.  If a certain cheese is recalled for E. coli, don't eat it.  Ways to get rid of E. coli are one of two things, you can wait it out, which takes five to ten days or you can buy special antibiotics such as nonchromosamal antibiotics.  For it to not spread, wash your hands and take several showers everyday.  In conclusion, E. coli should try to be avoided whenever possible.

E. coli isn't as dangerous as some may think, but it is something to avoid. When infected with E. coli, try taking special antibiotics to cure your stomach aches and fever.  Make sure when buying a new meat or dairy product, that it isn't contaminated with E. coli.  Swimming and boating can be fun, but check with a lifeguard to make sure that your beach is E. coli free.  To conclude E. coli is gross and disgusting, but shouldn't be over exaggerated.

How May I Help You

Author's Note:
This is part I of my Embarrassing Moments that never really happened but they sure are funny series. I am focusing on voice.

You strut right on into a Chanel store in downtown New York while your family is on vacation.  When you get inside a woman walks up to you.  How may I help you she asks me.  I tell her that I am looking for something under a hundred dollars, and guess what she does.  She laughs right in my face and walks off!  Who does that, I scream after her, I'm never coming back here again.  She shouts, whatever, it's not like people like you are keeping us in business. I was so hurt I started to cry. As I did I ran out of the store, in which she continued laugh right at me!   How embarrassing! 

In Your World

You sit in your room, wondering what life would be like if you were a princess. In your world, America would make you Queen, but what is a queen without a king? In your world, your king would would be Justin Bieber.  You imagine how your life would change if you became Mrs. Bieber, not Ms. Ulgetrise.  You wonder about if you had better clothes, in your world, your closet would be full of Chanel and Armani, nothing less than five hundred dollars.  You wonder, what if you were as smart as Albert Einstein, in your world, Einstein would be jealous of you. You wonder what if I were taller, in your world all the other girls would want your height.  You wonder, what if I were skinnier, in your world, you'd be only 95 pounds.

Then, the weirdest thing happened. A genie flew out of your ceiling light and popped up as if you weren't even there. He stared at you with is bright purple and blue eyes, his muscles, and his unmistakable, perfectly tan skin. You think you're dreaming, you're not.  He tells you he will grant you five wishes.  You think about it for a second and tell him what you want, you want to be taller, you want to have your closet full of Chanel and Armani, you want to be Mrs. Beiber, you want to be smarter, and you want to be queen of America.  He tells you to think about what you say before you say, final answer, you yell back saying, no this is want I want.  The genie replies by pulling out a stick and with a bip-a-tee bop-a-tee boop, your vision goes black. 

You wake up in a king sized bed, in a house where your window over looks the Washington monument. The genie really granted your wishes. Just when you think that it can't get any better, guess who walks in.  Justin Beiber!  he says it's time to wake up honey! He just called me honey.  You shriek out, I'm not dressed.  Justin tells you to open you closet. Which when you did you found Chanel, Armani, nothing less than five hundred dollars.  You think that this is the best thing that has ever happened to you.  He tells you to you need to go to a meeting in the conference room. You put on your favorite looking Chanel dress, that when you put it on, it gracefully slid down, fitting perfectly in its shiny, silk, baby pink texture.

As you start the the hall to the conference room and walk in.  Everyone stands up and doesn't sit down until you do. A servant walked in, he gave me a plate full of breakfast, and spoke these words, for you my queen.  You let out a small sound of joy and take the plate.  When you look around the room, you notice that you are noticeably taller than the rest of the members.  You think that it must just be that your seat is taller.  One man stands and opens up a map of Canada, he says that America was planning a attack to get all of their bacon.  I get excited, tons and tons of Canadian bacon!  Splendiferous!  You are at the height of your life, when the cops walk in and yell out, "She's an impostor!" As I try and figure out who they are talking about I notice that they are all headed toward me!  They think that I am the impostor!  I explain that I am the queen, no impostor here.  They beg to differ.  They open their vest and point out if I try to run, they have a gun.  That's when I freak out. Before they could catch me I hear someone shouting my name.  It's my mom yelling at me to wake up, it's time for dinner.  I was really glad she woke me up when she did, or I would be dead, well in my dreams.  Once she did that I started to realize that the people who really like me and love are the ones I already have.  My wonderful, splendiferous Ulgetrise family!

Poems

Author's Note:

I wrote these poems in fifth grade for our class coffee house where we had to memorize 3 poems.

Flower Power

 The power of flower

 Is quite unique

The flower of power

Gives great critique

Power is fury

Flowers they shine

But then put together

Everything is in line

Hippies Are…

Color Shine Flowers

Cool and know how to relax

Love hanging out, Peace!

60’s

The time of the hippies

 The style for color

You’ll find your true path

One way or another

Colors O Colors

Colors O colors

How dear the bright

Colors O colors

O what a sight

They can perk you up

They explain your feelings

They are puke green

But mainly appealing

Colors O colors

Still yellow as sun

Colors O colors

Fun, Fun, Fun, Fun!

Abbi Marie Debelack

Author's Note:
Abbi Debelack is another student in Academy if you don't know, I am focusing on the word choice part of the writing rubric.

Wears blue hoodies
And sneakers with fun
And swimming around
In the warm summer sun
For her reading
She has no process
Enjoy it she does
She will not lost it
Her dogs Sydney and Aspen
She loves them both
And likes to grin
She's five feet tall
Just about
She has a nose and two ears
And a widely spread mouth
Which she uses to smile
Or frown sometimes
She is real not a fake
She has no copyrighted lines
She likes movies and toast
Though not together
She plays on outside
Even in bad weather
She laughs at me
While I'm writing this poem
She goes out to eat
Only when they are open
We have the same tape
Though hers is green
And mine is blue
There's a difference you see
She is a her is a girl
Is a child
She is not her or a boy
She is though, not all that wild
She is calm cool collected
Most of the time
Though she can be happy
And she will be fine
THE END

Ariana

Author's Note:
I am writing this because I want to write a poem about my sister Ariana and I didn't want to write a full blown story.  I am focusing on the voice part of the writing rubric.

Fun blonde spunk
Where's white coats
Has fun when she swims
Not when she floats
She own a tortoise
Named Percy Worcester
She has a mom and
A dad am I am her sister
We have a dog Spot
She likes him indeed
If you see him, you'll
Laugh at what you see!
She does not like school
Or bugs like ants
She'll make you laugh
And pee your pants
You might think she's too short
But she'll say you're too tall
Don't be mean to her or me
Even though we're small
She can punch you in the face
You might get  a black eye
She really likes horses
And should never be a spy
She says whipped cream
In the weirdest way
She enjoys art
And molding clay
She's really annoying
And has a squeaky voice
She is most certainly a girl
Though she has no choice
She is a freshman
A smart one too
You might disagree
But who asked you
She told me she's brilliant
I told you she's funny
We have only two pets
Not one bunny
Her name's Ariana
Pronounce it right
Or she'll push you underwater
In the middle of the night
That wouldn't be pretty
Say it with me
Are-ee-ah-nah
Now you see
She really likes hugs
And slapping and kicking
And waffle cones
Which you'll find her licking
She bangs real hard on my wall
Did I mention our rooms
Are very much connected
I'm redecorating soon
We may fight every now and then
Though sometimes we really are nice
We are really cool
And have cool sister spice
She's crazy and wacko
You can't disagree
If you think not
You don't know her like me
She has blue eyes
And eyebrows too
Though that came out wrong
Her eyebrows aren't blue!
She likes running outside
And camping and skipping
Outdoors are her thing
Though not so weight lifting
Pumping the iron
Just isn't her thing
She's really strong
And likes pong comma ping
That's ping pong
If you didn't catch it
If you are standing while reading
Then please grab a chair, sit
She is outgoing and fun
Creative as much
When she can't ride horses
She makes a fuss
Has ducky pijamas
And they're silky too
They're yellow and rubber
They are not wearing shoes
She collects Breyer horses
They are really small and plastic
She does not enjoy buying clothes
She hates finding out if they fit
Though her closet is full
And bigger than mine
She gets most as gifts
Under a tree that is pine
A Christmas tree that is
With ornamints and lights
She decorates it with me
This is one of the times we don't fight
She doesn't like
Real little kids
She so much likes to travel
In maybe Madrid
She likes all her teachers
And other peers
She still remembers me
Because well I'm right here
Her hair is the thickest
I've ever seen
Until you feel it
You won't believe me
Just like Santa or God
Seeing isn't believing
Because well have you ever
Seen the Easter bunny
She likes Easter
And eating the food
Though mainly the meat
Is polite though, not crued
Thankgiving is her Christmas
Mainly because of the turkey
She loves the legs
She eats them with pleasure
Rips like a caveman
Stomach as big as a bear
Is not all the scary
She has not that much hair
Her room has a miral
With frogs and butterflies
When I'm sneaking around
She tries to spy
Eves dropping that's her
Though you'd never guess
She's hard to spot
She's the best!
Sneaks around with ease
In tight corners and nooks
She reads all the time
Though not chapter books
Just Ripley's and Guiness
And thick shiney items
If people stand in her way
She sure will fight them
She might be small
And you'd never know
That she could sneak up behind you
Even in Wisconsin snow
The likes to fish too
In large lakes and rivers
Catches cat fish, but
When water splashes she shivers

Creative

Author's Note:
I felt extra happy so I decided to make an unreal life--hope you like it.  Since this is a poem I am focusing on the voice part of the writing rubric.

Breathe out all your
Air into the wind
Scream it shout it
Be happy grin
The world is a canvas
Paint it with true
Beauty all colors
Red or blue
Stomp on the floor
Like no one's around
Yell out your heart
Then it's over no sound
Lie on the floor
Kick your feet high
Breathe heavily in
Let it out with great sigh
Flash a light in your
Room all over the wall
Create what is rightfully
Yours big or small
Do something different
Say hi to a stranger
Go anywhere you want
Walk right into danger
With a wave of a wand
Your life does not get
Any better
Get it all out
Let the rain fall
On your face don't
Let a drop
Hit the ground
Bang a large pot
With a heavy brown spoon
Sing songs out loud
All being off tune
Turn up the radio
To full max indeed
Grow a weird plant
Buy weird plant seeds
Splatter red paint
Then orange and yellow
Make angels in dirt
Get messy in snow
Throw fire to water
And water to ice
Make you mouth scream
With extreme hot spice
Swim with the whales
Fly with the eagles
Soar where you want
Don't hit the seagulls
Read a short book
Maybe three or four
Sleep on the carpet
Not flat tile floor
Recycle the world
Just paper and plastic
Or throw it away
Yep you got it, that's it
Play a game with a hobo
Dig into his sack
Run around with a tiger
Ride on his back
Make friends with a witch
On Halloween night
Fly up to Paris
Oh what great sites
Go to bed says your mom
Awake you say next
You want to play
With fun small objects
You can awake everyday
In the land of the Christmas
You wish it was real
You do not want to miss this
Play around with an elf
Ride on his reindeer
Travel all the way south
See what you hear
Change up your senses
Confuse them with ease
All unknown land
Possible to seize
When you get there
Don't attack or invade
Say hello then goodbye
Your dreams might change
Or they may not
Whatever you want
Hope had fun because
Now sadly I am done

Relaxed

Author's Note: 

I was inspired to write this because I was tired and relaxed, I am focusing on voice. 

You have a day

When you just came

Home from a long

Day at work same

Old same old

The day is done

Watch TV

Wouldn't that be fun

Just relax

No more work

No more pressure

Or mean boss smirks

You're welcomed home

With opened arms

And one big couch

No more fire alarms

Soft playing music

A big plush pillow

Warm and soft

White as snow

Open fresh air

No factory stench

A large glass of water

Balanced on your yard side fence

The thrill or your cat

You think to yourself

You read a book

On your fireplace shelf

You find some paper

And you begin to draw

In your glass of water

Ice cubes begin to thaw

You slurp what's left

Not missing a drop

You contemplate reading

But then STOP

You open your eyes

Realizing it was just a dream

Though as amazing it may seem

That was reality

Turkey

Author's Note:
Here is a song that Kati and I wrote.  It goes to the tune Mr. Grinch

You're a brown one Mr. Turkey
You're as stuffed as a pillow
You're tasty as a chicken 
You're healthy as oreos
Mr. Turkey
You make me fatter than a 37 and a half inch pooooooooooooooooole

You're a big one Mr. Turkey
You're as large as the whole globe
You're served with berries and
You're as joyful as white snow 
Mr. Turkey
You taste better than a butter rooooooooooooooooooooole

You're a skinned one Mr. Turkey
You're as fast enough to run
You make it out alive and
You get lucky just this time
Mr. Turkey
You run faster than the speed of liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight

You're a seasoned one Mr. Turkey
You're as buttered as popcorn
You're as smooth as it can get
You're unlike most rose thorns
Mr. Turkey
You are way too costly to afoooooooooooooooooooooord

You're a dead mind of something better
You're as stupid an ant
You're large animal and
You don't wear pants
Mr. Turkey
You should really try some though not spandeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeex