I am a Chumash

[Mom sez:  this was a class assignment, to write about your day, in the first person, as a Chumash Indian.]

My age is 10.  My name is Grey Buck, and the year is 1612.

Suddenly, my aunt, Brown Doe, is screaming in my face, “WAKE UP!” with her feces breath.  Better start my chores.

I zip out of my ap and go collect some stones, pound them into points and drill holes in them.  My brother, Brown Buck, comes to me and says, “Here are your sticks! Hurry up, because they’re rebuilding the chief’s ap!”  I drive the sticks into the holes and start hacking off branches of a willow tree.

Just when I deliver the wood to be dried, a canoe came down the stream and somebody yelled, “Let the trading begin!”

I gather up my shells and gemstones and rush to the caravan.  I quickly trade 31 shells for a basket of obsidian arrowheads. Later on, I will sell those within my village.  I then trade 6 pieces of granite for a bowl and grindstone. Later, I collect about 10 acorns and ask my brother to dry them. After they are dried, I shell and grind them and give them to my uncle, Brown Dog, and…wait a sec…I don’t know what he does with them.

Haiku

[Mom sez:  writing a Haiku was a class assignment; the topic was Alex’s choice.]

I’m in boring school.
I so do not belong here.
Let me out right now.

 

“Who’s Stronger than a Dragon?”

[Mom sez:  Alex had a writing assignment at school.  The teacher provided “chapter 1” of a story with the above title and the characters Ungle Ingmar (a dragon), Walter (a villager), Burna (the bearded villager), Matilda (villager), Berta (villager), and Coconut (dragon).  The students were each asked to come up with a chapter 2 of the story in progress.  This is Alex’s.]

…but just then, a banana cream pie appeared over Uncle Ingmar’s nose and fell face down!  SPLAT!

“Hmmmmmmm, tasty,” he says.

“Halalueijia!  It’s the Hazmat Guy!”

The Hazmat Guy comes flying out of nowhere and yells, “BOOGIE BOOGIE BOOGIE BOOGIE,” and uses a chicken gun at Matilda, who then turns into a pineapple.

“MATILDA, MY SHNOOKAFUZUNIS!!!” yells Uncle Ingmar.

“Too bad,” said Coconut, “She mixed a helluva martini.”

But just as before, a Hazmat Guy came flying out of nowhere, yelling “BOOGIE BOOGIE BOOGIE BOOGIE,” and shooting a chicken gun, this time at Uncle Ingmar.

POOF!  He then turned into a giant banana cream pie.

“Wow,” Coconut said.  “Him, too.  I sure hope that doesn’t blow up.”

But of course, it blew up, leaving behind quite a considerable mess of bananas and sugar.  And of course, another random thing happened.  A voice said, “DANCE PARTY’S OVER!” and a bunch of janitors came and swept up.

“Oooookay,” said everybody remaining (besides the janitors).

The End

Watts Towers

[Mom sez:  This was a writing project that was part of Alex’s class’s unit on heroes. Spelling has been preserved from the original.]

Watts Towers are very beutiful.  The are in Watts and they are next to a art gallery.  They were built by Simon Rodia.  He built the towers with no machines, only with his hands.  The are 99 1/2 ft. tall.  They sparkle a lot in the sun.  They are made completly out of broken household stuff.

I went on a field trip to Watts Towers with my class 2A from GICS.  We went so close to the towers that we got to touch them!  We also got a tour of the towers.  All around them!  At the end of the tour we got to search for a glass bee.  The thing after that was we got to do a art project called a impresson of Watts towers where we drew a picture of towers and then we painted them and then pressed them on another paper.

Simon Rodia was not edgucated.  He was born in Italy in 1875.  Simon Rodia was inspierd by towers in Italy to build Watts Towers.  He moved a lot.  When he was building the towers he broke his hip.

The towers inspier me to never give up.  They inspier me to do stuff.  I learned that Watts towers are very famose.

Oopses

[Mom sez: This is an essay Alex wrote at school.]

The most important thing about an oops is that you learn from it. It can hurt a lot. You can get frustrated with it. You can get in trouble with it. But the most important thing about an oops is that you learn from it.