Being old

When you get really old,

Your face starts to wrinkle,

Your eyes see things as yellow and blurry,

And there’s not much of a twinkle.




When you get really old,

Your hearing is bad,

Just like there are earplugs,

And you sometimes get mad.



When you get really old,

You can easily get sick,

You never feel too good,

And you don’t wear lipstick.



When you get really old,

You will probably be sad,

Because of what I have described,

And you’ll be everything but glad.


But when you get really old,

You can and probably will get retired,

You would would have lots of time,

And hopefully this was not because you got fired.


1/10/2011

Autobiography about Andrew Clements

Andrew Clements was born in Camden, New Jersey in 1949. He moved to Oaklyn and Cherryhill till sixth grade. Then, he moved to Springfield, Illinois.

Clements loved to read when he was young, and loved to observe things around him. He never woke up thinking he would be an author when he grew up, though. He thinks the only reason he is an author is because he loved to read and observe.

In high school, he had to work hard on writing. His teacher told him he was good at writing. That made a big impression on him. In college, he started writing a little for fun.

He took an extra year of studying, because he wanted to be a teacher when he grew up. He stopped teaching for two years after seven years of teaching. After those two years, he worked in the publishing business. Little by little writing became important to him. One day, he was asked to write a picture book about something that happens underwater for an illustrator named Yoshi, so he wrote a story called Big Al in 1987.

Then in 1990, he wrote the book Frindle. It got published in 1996, it was popular. He started writing more stories after that.

Now he lives in New York.

(This is primary, because it's an autobiography and autobiographies are not written by the person in the story)

11/2010

The mystery of the missing mechanical pencil

On Monday by 5:00p.m., Fifi yelled out, “Anyone needs help solving a problem? Anyone? Fifty cents only!” John walked by, and placed fifty cents on the wooden table. Fifi looked at John. He said, “Hey, I’ve seen you at school before.” John asked, “What school do you go to?” “Forest Edge,” Fifi answered “Me too!” John said, Fifi asked, “So, what’s the problem?” John explained, “Well, at school today, I left my mechanical pencil at class during first period. By the middle of second period I realized that it was missing. I asked the teacher for her permission, and then left with James. We walked back to our homeroom, first period. I spotted Monster Meanbully using my mechanical pencil. It had the same clean white eraser at the end, which had never been used, the same shiny, blue brand new pencil grip on it, and it had about ten pieces of lead in it. I think James didn’t see it because he scanned the classroom, and then said that he didn’t see it and we left with no luck. Later on during recess I asked if Monster Meanbully had taken my mechanical pencil but he replied that he had never seen it, and didn’t know what it looked like.” Fifi was silent for a minute taking in all the information, then took another minute thinking. Finally, he said, “Was there any mark you made?” “Well, yes, sort of, it had my initials printed along the rim of the grip.” “Tomorrow, meet me at the main entrance by 8:30 a.m. exact,” Fifi said. “Okay, but-“ John got cut off. “No questions, no buts, no cuts, no coconuts,“ Fif said. “But-“ John said, “Ah, ah, ah, see you tomorrow,” Fifi said. There was nothing John could do but walk away back to his house.

The next day, Fifi got to school by 8:28 a.m. He got inside by 8:29 a.m. John got there just as the clock ticked 8:30. Fifi explained what John should do, “Just before you leave for second period, wait in your homeroom for Monster Meanbully to come in. Ask him for the mechanical pencil. Show him your initials on the grip on the pencil. He’ll have to give it back then.” John replied “Okay.” He shrugged his shoulders.

Sure enough, just before second period Monster admitted that he took the pencil and returned it to John.

11/2010