Hey poem

Hey trees!
Your leafy green hair
hits my leg,
showering me with joy
 I like that!

Hey summer!
Your burning rays of light
pick up my hand,
and give me a great big hug.
I like that!

Hey autumn!
Your brown rotting leaves
drop down to my shoe
filling my mind with hate
I don't like that!

Hey winter!
Your cold windy storms
forces me inside,
put on the fire.
I like that!


By Lebron

Lunchbox waste

MY ROOM

When you walk into the room, you see a nice warm cozy bed with a fat fluffy cat lying lazily on it. When you look at the window a massive whitetail named widow is always there. On the side is an old box TV that I never use. Under my bed is a jungle, it's filled with wood and real knives. The ceiling has line webs going from corner to corner. When you open the cupboard dust fills the air.


By Lebron 

10/4/18 

Five bridge forces

The admin threatens and it’s going to bite.

The wings buzz like a quiet chainsaw .

The legs sprint  on the flower round and round.

The bee guards it’s hive like a policeman.

The antenna moves up and down like a trampoline.

Cicada writing

Cicada writing

Feels crackly like tin foil .

The sound echoes from tree to tree.

It's tail is spiky like a bumble bee's tail.

It's like a fat mother fly. 

buzzing lightning like a Cicada.

stages towards student agency

stages towards student agency 

I think I'm self regulated because  I get told what to do,and I complete most of my work. But sometimes I talk. And sometimes I get distracted and sometimes I move away. Sometimes I can solve problems on my own and sometimes I can't. 

But my teachers put me as guided.My goal is for them to think that I'm an agent.