Jessica+Reporter+March+4th+2011

By Jessica Boen **Daily** This is your friendly reporter here. I will be reporting about the schedule, here at Terrace Park in Ms. Moline’s class. The schedule here that you see is completely normal. I know, I know. You’re going to say that these students didn’t have fun. But they do. There’s no need of party ways to make people laugh. The first half of the school had a bit of breeze. It was nice and cool. Hard rain came next, forcing the principle to make an announcement about indoor recess for this class. We had daily doings. A quote from the board was “The only thing to fear is fear itself”. The day before, we wrote (students) a short Morse code message. Today, we switched messages with our 8:00 learning partner. Mine was Hadi. We tried to figure out each other’s message. I was lucky to hear Ms. Moline’s warning when she called out “I give you 5 more minutes to figure out the message”. Next, we had social studies. I had a green geography book at hand as well as a laptop. It was my instructions. “Class,” Ms. Moline spoke in a sweet voice. “Yes,” the class answered, not altogether. “Do you know what U-N-I-S-O-N spells?” “Yes,” somebody called out, “not together.” “I need hands,” she snapped. Students raised their hands. She called on someone and that someone told the same answer. Let’s try that again. Class,” she had a hint of impatience in her voice. “Yes,” we looked up. Ms. Moline told us our instructions and did our ending part. Realizing that I didn’t need my book, I simply dumped it in the middle of the table I was sitting at. Then I turn my machine on and I did what I was supposed to do-reading about a lost colony. Later on, we grouped into our colony groups. We each had a name for our own colony. My groups were Messengers of God. It was time for fate cards and Simon was our representative. “I hope he gets a good one.” I whispered. “Get a good one, a GOOD one please…Uh, yeah…Amen.” Crystal prayed. I didn’t think she was listening to me at all. Simon picked 3 cards. When it was time to get in line he read them silently. Christopher came yelling about 2 seconds later. He was yelling to Simon about reading them, literally in his face. Simon gave us a thumbs-up. “Whew,” we all sighed in relief. Everybody stared at us. Later on that day, Simon read them aloud. First we sailed 800 miles, next was 700 miles and the last was 1,000 miles! “Yes! We finally reached land! Oh wow!” we cried out. We took a square of land to land. Then we got our landing fate card and wished that we hadn’t. It was a horrible one. Five of our men had a landing party and never returned we counted them as dead. We had to put that in our diary and land again next time. Before we knew it, we had math. We had to do 1 problem, a ticket out the door, and correcting. Guess what amazed me? They were all about the same problem. It felt odd knowing that fact. Assembly time! Well, we still are going to have P.E. anyway. We heard Ms. Freitas talking about integrity. When she finished, a group of students came in. They stood on a stair-like platform. Then they too talked about integrity. Just when they were done talking, a group who were sitting in front of us started singing. After they were completely finished, a different group came in. They were doing a skit about a broken pencil and integrity. “Yes! P.E!” somebody called out. I raised an eyebrow. We were marching down to the gym. It didn’t feel “yes” to me. It felt “no” to me. When we entered the gym, the first thing we did was getting warmed-up. We ran 3 laps, did 10 push-ups and 10 sit-ups. We grouped into 3 or 4s. Afterwards, we stretched. Ms. Jackson came out and told us what to do. “You will play with these noodles,” ordered Ms. Jackson. “You will tag waist down and the person who gets tagged goes to the end of the line. If I’m not looking, then tag me. Like this. Lexa, tag me. Tag me. Go on, tag me.” She told Lexa. “Oh.” she tagged her. We played then. Afterwards, we formed into 2 groups and played team ball catching. That is all for my report. Thank you for reading this.
 * Reporter**