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TABLE OF CONTENTS
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Page 3. Bill and the Forest
Page 4-5. Working at burger king
Page 6. Just Because
Page 7-8. poems
Page 9 . Collage
Page 10. poem of John Lennon
Bill and the Forest
It was a sunny summer morning when bill told his family “I am going
on a camping trip, be back in a few hours”. As bill gets in the car his wife,
Anny, yells out the window “bye, have a nice trip”. Bill later that after-
noon he got to the forest. He was stunned of the beauty of the forest. Then
bill walked for miles and miles just to his camping site.
Bill has been walking for what seemed like hours, yet he still does-
n’t know how far he is from the camping site. He starts to get hungry. He
pulls out all the food he has, an orange and a bag of chips. He eats both,
then keeps walking and he gets hungrier than before. He has a lot of water
and drinks it all. It starts to get darker out and he starts hallucinating.
Within seconds he passes out . in the middle of the forest.
“wha? Where am I?”What all that sounds?”After he got up from his
“slumber”, bill starts to hearing strange noises. It’s the sound of cars and
footsteps. He walks closer and closer to the sound s and finds that he got
back to the campsite! The car sounds were people driving to the site, and
the footsteps were the people walking around the campsite.
By Jorge, Ryan, Taylor
MY LIFE WORKING AT BURGER KING
March 22nd
2009
Today in the lovely Burger King of Manhattan this guy came
up to me and then started talking all Gibberish. When I told
him I couldn’t understand him he got all mad and freaked out,
then he just stormed out of the store. Later that day this five
year old girl walked in and started screaming. Her mom asked
what was wrong and the girl told her that the man in the hat
[me] hit her on the arm. When I defended myself the mother
said that if I don’t give them their whole meal for free she’ll
sue Burger King. I just went with it and gave them the meal.
As the girl walked out, she said to her mom, we conned that
man good mama, where to next?
March 23rd
2009
The next day the same man came in with a bat and tried to
rob Burger King. But when we couldn’t understand his instruc-
tions he got even madder than yesterday, walked in the
kitchen, and took all of our cheese, then left. Just imagine the
chaos; every order of cheeseburgers will have NO CHEESE!
March 24th
2009
The other day one of my co worker quit the job and we need
someone else to take her place. I was in charge of the inter-
views for the people who wanted the spot. I was pretty enthu-
siastic for the interviews, we until they started at least. The
first guy was big, buff, old dude, with a long beard and a
leather jacket that said THE WILD ONES. Next there was this
blonde chick just wouldn’t stop talking about how she wanted
the job to fill a void in her life and how her ex boy friend broke
up with her. I was just about to give up until a beautiful girl
walked in. I thought she was going to be just like the others
until she plopped down all her information. She was a head
cheerleader in high school and graduated at the top of all her
class. She said she needed to pay her college loans
March 25th
2009
This morning we got our cheese and all was well. Later
that day a man finished his burger then walked out without his
briefcase. We tried to get it back to him but he had already
driven away. My co-workers and I decided to open the case.
The password was really simple. It was 12345. As we opened
the case we see MONEY. Money everywhere. We counted it up
and it added up to a whopping 2.5 million dollars. I went up to
my boss threw my hat at him and quit. I thought I was going to
be a millionaire. As I went to put my money in the bank they
told me it was fake. My life was ruined. I tried to get my job
back but they had already hired the Gibberish guy. Now I’m a
homeless man on the street. Here’s my lesson is to never take
a case filled with money. It’ll ruin your life.
By Jorge and Jonathan
Just Because Just because in am half Venezuelan
I am not a oil barrel
I'm not Chavez
Just because I'm half Venezuelan
I don't like being considered only one race
I'm not a “mixed up person “
Just because I'm half Venezuelan
I do like things that you like to do
I do like to play golf
What is race?
Is there a thing called race?
Cant you like me for who I am?
I think so
I am funny and cool
I wonder if I can fly
I hear a moan
I see a narwhal
I want a new yoyo
I am funny and cool
I pretend I can fly
I feel happy
I touch air
I worry about my yo-yos
I cry when I ding my yoyos
I am funny and cool
I understand I can’t fly
Jorge Quezada.
As many of you guys know I love to play with
yoyo.
Yoyo, by Jorge Quezada
I see a big yoyo
Sitting on my desk
Rolls off my desk
And vanishes out of sight