My Book/Story Blog: 2009

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Moved and settled

I am settled here in North Las Vegas. I started school last week and have found myself a busy schedule and gladly go to bed early and wake early.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Vocab list

Vocabulary Words

Camille Harrison

Aptitude: capability, ability

Chastisement: discipline

Consciousness: awareness of one's own existence, sensations, thoughts, surroundings, etc.

Ecstatic: joy or delight, rapturous

Euphemisms: The act or an example of substituting a mild, indirect, or vague term for one considered harsh, blunt, or offensive

Evoke: to call up or draw forth

Exasperated: to irritate or provoke

Hastily: brief; fleeting; rash

Infraction: breach; violation

Ominous: portending evil or harm; foreboding; threatening

Pondered: To reflect or consider with thoroughness and care

Prominent: conspicuous; projecting; or well-known

Relinquish: to give up

Remorse: to regret

Scrupulously: having or showing a strict regard for what one considers right

Staggered: To move or stand unsteadily

Supplementary: additional

Suppress: to put an end to

Transgressions: A violation of a law, command, or duty

Utopia: an imaginary island; an ideal place or state; any visionary system of political or social perfection

Wheedle: to endeavor to influence (a person) by smooth, flattering, or beguiling words or acts

Wry: contrary; bitterly or disdainfully ironic or amusing

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--Camille Harrison--

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Tuesday March 31, 2009

Whew! I had a lot of drafts needing to go somewhere. I just randomly decided to post them.

Yet another LA poem

How do I see me?

How do others see me?

How do I want to see me?

The birds sing so lovely, it is a joy to meet the waking day and not say any words.

At least in Tacoma Hills, when you don't have chills.

During school time at Kinawa Middle School, homework is similar to a never-ending sea.

I try to do my best, but prefer it done before the sun sets in the west.

Currently thirteen, but soon within a seven-day, I'll be fourteen before May.

I love to read, but have a hard time planting a seed.

To remark, I love the dark

Especially when it is silent and non-violent

My Mom told, me when asked, that I am studious and I fuss,

Over Responsibilities and having everything done; that seems to weigh a ton.

She said I was sharing and caring,

Remarked over my resourcefulness, and self motivation

I want to be honest, kind, and keep my high standards and so I try to be.

I want to be able to fulfill my goals and keep my promises.

But wanting is not the same as doing, no it is harder.

But trying is better than nothing,

Because nothing gets you nowhere.

Camille Harrison

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--Camille Harrison

Another LA assignment

If I could Change My DNA

To:

Nature Lovers

And the Secret Service

To those who love the outdoors. With my unique abilities, I can track down rare species to help preserve them and help prove wildlife is worth saving to those who need convincing. I have experience as an animal often. I know of many puzzles of nature to humans, which I alone can solve.

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--Camille Harrison--

If I could Change My DNA

To:

Nature Lovers

And the Secret Service

To the Secret Service,

This is private mail. Looking for a spy who can blend in? I can do just that. However just give me the mission and if it is reasonable, I'll do it, whatever the task is.

-DNA Switch

American Revolution Poem from School

American Revolution Poem

Written by: Camille Harrison

(A) King George the third inherits a war, an event in history, where the world changed furthermore.

(B) The French and Indian War, then treasury empty, the colonists paid a large fare.

(C) The treatment repeating, the British beating, America not eating.

(B) At first, just a ting-ting of annoyance, thought to be a trifle affair.

(B) There was loud arguing in the Continental Congress, their first affair

(B) None are yet aware,

(A) That Thomas Paine, bringing Common Sense, would destroy the kingly fence.

(B) Patrick Henry will say "Give me liberty or give me death!"

(C) Of Paul Revere's midnight ride or of the Boston Tea Party tide.

(B) Of how many died and dying for liberty with their last breath.

(B) Or that the king would turn deaf.

(A) Finally in silence doom, they signed, in that hot stifling room,

(B) The Declaration of Independence and nothing more

(C) All silently flocking to the table, no one talking.

(B) None now uncertain of death knocking, knocking at their door

(B) "Tis the wind" they thought, "Unlocking our fears near the door"

(B) Now they are only in history lore.

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--Camille Harrison--

A story fom Language Arts

Camille Harrison

Prologue

She was running; an outline of a thin bag showed in her oversized, torn, red shirt. She wore brown ragged pants; green gloves made from extra material and had no shoes. She ducked into an alley, opened the bag and ravenously ate the small red apple that was in the bag. Exhausted, and finally full, she quickly fell asleep. The thin girl was covered with grime, dust and was young enough to be mistaken for a boy.

Mystery Story

In a dark, damp city lived a girl named Sam. Her life on the street was half-order and half-chaos so; she had her own ideas about law. Her orderly-life included, knowing the laws, went (for a time) to a school for poor children, and. Her chaos-life included, living on the street, doing things her own way, and sometimes depended on a homeless shelter for food.

Self-preservation senses sharp, Sam woke up nearly two hours later. A person, not very far away, walked away from a museum and seemed to vanish in the shadows because, of his black shirt. Shortly afterward another man in a brown jacket walked out of the museum, nervous and terrified. Before he got much farther though, he stiffened and fell; dead. Sam slipped into the shadows stealthily, following the killer with, noise that would not wake a mouse. She followed the man to his hideout but, dared not follow so; she went back to the museum however, she had marked him with a trickle of white paint. She was just in time to see the police arrive. Hiding close by, she learned that a priceless painting had been stolen! Slowly, Sam was able to piece together the part of the mystery.

Three men had signed out recently, Granger, Watson, and Flint (last names); all employees. The man who had been killed was one of them. The other two had gone home. Only Sam knew the killer was one of those two. Sam had a hunch that the other one would be targeted and killed quietly and soon. She knew where they lived; she made sure she knew everything about anyone she saw. Playing on a hunch she went to the employee who lived closest to the hideout. His name was Granger and he had invited his best friend, Watson over for dinner.

Sure enough someone was home. Two actually, one hid a knife, very neatly she thought. The to-be-killer inched his way to the light switch. Sam took a very risky chance; she opened a window in a corner without Granger or the killer hearing, and went inside. Sam bundled a pillow up and snuck close to the killer. When the lights went off, the knife descended. Acting quickly, Sam threw the pillow between the target and killer's knife. The knife hit the pillow as the killer fled through the door. Sam fled through the window a moment later. Believing the victim dead, the murderer-of-one prepared to leave the city.

Meanwhile, Sam had gone back to the museum and alerted the police (by means of note so she wouldn't be questioned.) When the killer stepped outside he was quite surprised to see the police on his doorstep. He still wore his marked black shirt. In his home, the police found, the priceless portrait. Granger had thought the killer was Watson because he had invited Watson in, not knowing the real Watson was dead and it was really Flint.

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--Camille Harrison--

Another Poem from School

Forth hour is Social Studies

Learning about lands, history, people, and other information

With Mrs. Kergelka

Then I have art,

Many interesting projects and creativity is shown,

Masks, landscapes, and many more.

Sixth hour is Language Arts

Writing and Reading all hour long

With Mrs. Ceaser

Then the final hour is…

Science! Journals, Tests, Labs and more

With Mrs. Fleming

Then get to the bus,

Before eight o five or risking, missing

The bus.

Favorites

On a summer non-school day,

When I can have my way,

I stay in bed until ten.

When I finally I wake up,

I start to read my current book,

Losing track of the time.

Crapes for breakfast/ lunch

Thin pancake looking slips,

Worth all the time it takes to make.

After a while a bike ride

Is in order, one to two hours long,

Very refreshing!

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--Camille Harrison--

Testing with previous assignment

George Washington Bio-Poem

Written by: Camille Harrison

George

Graceful, Quite, Tall

Father of his Country

Loves Martha Dandridge Custis and the Land

Who wished for peace and freedom

Seeming Fearless to All

Wanted a quiet retirement

Mount Vernon

Washington

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--Camille Harrison--

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Yesterday was my birthday!!

Yesterday was my birthday!
(It was also the day of the band Festival.)
Today we did our ' Dancing with the Stars' (themed) dance. :)
Photos will be posted on facebook.

Monday, March 2, 2009

A favorite Clip of Mine

Turn up the sound up, nice and loud.

Wait until you hear this guy. Even the professional can’t keep a straight face. Enjoy.

This is funny!

http://videos.komando.com/2008/06/04/mans-surprising-laugh/

Public Dance in Liverpool Station (A little random)

A friend sent this to me (she got it from a friend before sending it on.)
This is what was written...

This is VERY COOL--video shot at a train station in Liverpool . It was a commercial rehearsed by T Mobile, unbeknownst to all of the daily commuters. This was rehearsed for 8 weeks in advance. Then on the planned date, at 11:00 AM with hidden cameras & 400 dancers... Watch the results!!!