This is the Viper, it is in Lydia World, NC. You stand up on this steel coaster and spiral up a fast track, then shoot down 90 degrees. You are caught by two bumps, and hit by a loop. By now you should be feeling sick (g-force 1), but you are not even close to the end of the 450 foot long ride! You head upwards again and go out onto a broken track. After holding there for 20 seconds, you are shot backwards and down a drop underground. The track curves upwards out of the dark, and stops you at the top. But don’t get out! The ride isn’t over. The track races you to the end at 200 mph. Your car starts rushing towards the next ride at an unstoppable speed. Luckily it swerves right on time and comes to a quick halt. The ride is over, and the other car begins to climb the upward spiral…..
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‘How to talk to your teen’ advice
In the book Cosmic, Liam Digby refers to his father’s copy of “How to Talk to Your Teen” in order to act like a grown up. I have added an extra chapter to his book!
Here is my advice that should be in talk to your teen:
You don’t need to check on your teen while they are doing homework: they may not be, but they will still get it done, they don’t want to go to school without it. Sometimes it is better to let them find their own way of working. If it’s doing their homework all night, and playing games, or texting all day, then let them do it.
Make a reward system: good grades=new phone, etc. remind them that good behavior is rewarded, and bad is not. Give them opportunities to fix mistakes, assign a punishment then tell them how they withdraw it.
Lady and the tiger- by Lydia
The Nasher Museum
At the Nasher Museum we visited three interesting exhibits. My favorite was the Cone Sisters’ collection. They had many, beautiful paintings by amazing artists. I could never imagine having so much art in my house! I think my favorite paintings were ones by Pierre Renoir, I like the way he paints very detailed, but his paintings same very vague at the same time. I really enjoyed the Nasher Museum visit.
My Best Gift, By Lydia R.
My best gift was for my eleventh birthday: a camping trip with my best friend. We went to lake near the border between northern North Carolina, and Virginia. When we arrived, we carefully picked a nice, grassy camping site, with a beautiful view of the lake, and the perfect beach, and mini-cliff going into the water. We pitched the tent, a long, mainly unsuccessful process, then changed into swimsuits and went kayaking. But the water was so gross! It was full of red clay, and our skin and bathing suits were dyed red. Our feet stains didn’t come off for days. Our main goal of the trip was to catch fish. We tried hard, but only caught a catfish, which I refused to eat. We had a dinner of dried pasta, heated with boiling water. It actually wasn’t that bad, spaghetti with meat sauce. We went for another swim, though my friend was afraid to go deeper than waist- deep. She was afraid of fish. Plus, it was freezing. The next morning, we ate eggs, with bacon cooked over a fire. We went fishing again with no luck. Sadly, it was then time to go, and we packed up and went home. This was a gift I will never forget.
What I am thankful for
When people think of property, most people think of what they don’t have. But, have you ever thought about what you have that you are thankful for, rather than what you don’t? I know what I am thankful for. I am thankful for my family, and how I have never lost anyone close to me, and how lucky I am to have them. I am thankful for my wonderful friends, How they would stick to me to the very end, and never give up on me. I am even a bit thankful for my sisters, funny, and responsible, there for me most of the time. So, this Christmas, I will remember, I may not have all of the things I may want, but money doesn’t buy happiness, experiences buy happiness.
Antlers Comic By Lydia R.
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This is my Wisdom Tales comic, that I made in class using Adobe Photoshop and Comic life 2. I based it on the tale from Greece, Antlers.
My Wisdom Tale- Lydia R.
Silk of generosity
There once was a kind, generous man. The man had barely any food, he had no home, and he wore rags. Though he had nothing, he shared the apples he picked, and the fish he caught with all the village.
Meanwhile, a rich man, clothed in silk, heard of this man everywhere, of his acts of kindness and giving. He was all everyone talked about. They spoke of him like a god, someone they worshipped. The rich man grew jealous. The rich man evicted the poor man, and said he was never to return to the village, that way he would return to his original fame.
The villagers found out, and grew angry at the rich. Shopkeepers would not sell him goods. People stopped going to his stores and services. People turned their heads away when he came.
After many days, the rich man could not take the cruelty of the village’s hate. He traveled long and hard, to find the poor man. Finally, he found the man, and asked him, “Why are you, a poor man wearing nothing but rags, so popular, and loved, while I wear silk and fine cloth, but I am hated and shamed?” The poor man replied, “Because you wear fine silks, but are covered in the dirt of greed. I wear poor rags, but am dressed in the silk of generosity.”
The face on a milk carton, book review, by Lydia R.
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In the 1900s, police put the faces of missing children on milk cartons. Fifteen year old, Janie Johnson, recognizes the girl on the milk carton–it’s her. The girl’s name is Jennie Spring, kidnapped from a shopping mall in new jersey twelve years ago, when she was three.
Janie doubts that her wonderful parents could have kidnapped her, so she investigates on her own. Janie notices that her parents don’t have any pictures of her under the age of four. They also refuse to show her her birth certificate, and she does not have a passport. In her attic she finds a box full of things labeled H, and a dress. The dress the girl on the milk carton was wearing.
Finally, she asks her parents what is going on, and they say that they are actually her grandparents, and that her mother, their daughter, was named Hannah. Hannah joined a cult, and years later brought Jane to them and asked them to care for her. They say nothing about the milk carton. She drives to the springs house and sees two kids walking into their house, they had the same hair as hers.
Janie gets the courage to ask her parents about the milk carton, and they find that Janie was not Hanna’s daughter, and she had kidnapped her and called her hers. They call the Springs, and talk to the court, who tells them that Janie must go back to the Springs……….
This book is amazing and mysterious, the ending was a huge surprise to me. Though it is not very humorous, you can find yourself not able to stop reading. I recommend this book to someone who likes when a book ends on a cliffhanger. I recommend reading this book and the rest if the series, the next book is called Whatever happened to Janie?