3, 2, 1 .... LAUNCH!!!

                        

Print Making

#1. I created my stamp by cello taping my photo to the empty meat tray and pushing down with a pencil on the lines that separate hair from my face and my hair from the background etcetera.

#2. To make a print you need a roller to spread ink, a roller to push the print down, a piece of paper to put the print on. Ink to spread on the stamp and a stamp to put the ink on.

#3. I didn't like how my eyes were really hard to see and my hair broke off a bit.

#4. If I could change anything I'd make my eyes more defined.

                       

The Explosive Chicken Nuggets

Sean and Steve floated up as if they were a kids balloon.  Over the past few days the boys got really hungry, then suddenly they heard blades ripping at the sky and knew it was a dragonfly of mankind. Luckily Sean and Steve had a near miss with the helicopter but they still continued to rise. 

They started to get cold although they were in intense daylight. They knew this meant they were near the end of the atmosphere. They saw a small dot along the horizon and it was growing rapidly, even with their ears popped they could still make out the roaring engine of a plane. The plane was soaring in their direction and it didn't have enough time to swerve away.

The boys didn't have enough energy to get out of the way. The plane veered to the left but the wings were still in the way. The engines got louder and closer to the kids, they felt a force pulling them into the spinning machines. They gave up and got ripped to shreds by a Malaysian Airlines Airbus.

Swimming Self Assessment

The Burnham Way Self Assesment

My goal is to manage time and complete tasks.

I have worked towards my goal because I am getting work done faster and still at the same standard.

Swimming Assessment

Twas the millennium before christmas

'Twas the millennium before Christmas, and all through the cottage,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a spider moneky.
The hats were hung by the loveseat with care,
In hopes that St. Jeff soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their sofas,
While visions of sugar-pork fried rice danced in their belly buttons.
And enemy in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the chimney to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
shot open the shutters, and touched up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-sunday to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a chubby aardvark, and eight tiny squids.

With a little old driver, so lively and pink,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Jeff.
More rapid than pigs his squids they came,
And he whistled, and sniffled, and called them by name;

"Now, Dasher! Now, Richard! Now, Deer and Vixen!
On, Codger! On Gerbil! On, Smock and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the orange!
Now bathe away! Bathe away! Bathe away all!"

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the loveseat St. Jeff came with a bound.

His eyes -- how they juggled! His dimples, how magic!
His biceps were like potatoes, his pinky like a muffin!

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
And filled all the hats, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his thumb aside of his ring finger,
And giving a nod, up the loveseat he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a splash,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good millennium!"