After reading our guest speaker's writing, here are some of our "Pet Peeves"
I Hate Fake Accents! by Anonymous (grade 8)
That corny Mario accent
Of adding ‘a’s to every word
It’s honestly hellbent
How this is so absurd
This is a crime against humanity
Something that must be stopped
These people have lost their sanity
Oh, out of all the accents you could opt!
“May-a I-a have-a pizza-a pie-a?”
No, get out the door
Go away, cut the accent
Before I commit Alt-f-4
Pet Peeve By: Flo D (grade 7)
My pet peeve is when people call my guinea pig a hamster or gerbil! I don’t understand it! Really, I don’t. Some defining traits of a hamster or gerbil are: they are small, they are known for running away, and they scamper. My guinea pig Oreo, on the other hand, does not do any of these things. For one, he is 2 ½ pounds, and about twelve inches long (so he’s most decidedly NOT small). Second, he doesn’t know how to run. Literally. The farthest I have ever seen him move can probably be recorded with a ruler. The closest he has ever gotten to escaping is, well, never. Finally, only way he’s ever moved is to lumber. Anyways, who even knows what the difference between a gerbil and a hamster is?
Tippy Tap By: Shaylee (grade 7)
(Silent) “Tap, tap- tap, tap.”
When in silent times, like sleeping, the clamor of people's voices or chirping of a bird, rings in my ears and distracts my brain from focusing on what I need to do.
Another thing is when listening to music they go into an ad and they say, “Click here for 30 more minutes of unlimited music.” Rushing through my brain is the frustration of me just wanting to listen to my music.
Pet Peeve by Anonymous (grade 7)
My worst feared pet peeve is when my brother shakes his leg on the couch when I’m reading. It. Is. ANNOYING. I can’t concentrate.
My second worst feared pet peeve is when I touch styrofoam or styrofoam bends. I get goosebumps.
The one that isn’t so bad, but I don’t like is when my dad steers the car like crazy. He does a zig-zag with. Hopefully he doesn’t do it with his 2000 Chevrolet Camaro Z28s!
After writing in the garden:
By Jamie S (grade 6)
The squirrel scampered throughout the flowering bushes, scanning the ground frantically. Its bushy tail trailed behind as the furry rodent rounded the metal vegetable beds. Finally, the squirrel remembered. It began digging, throwing the mulch into the air with its tiny paws. At the bottom of the small hole lay an acorn, which the squirrel popped into his chubby cheeks.
Suddenly, the clouds parted to reveal the bright, hot sun. The squirrel hissed, baring its fangs. Tucking the acorn under his arm like a football player, he started to run, but he was too late. Slowly, the sun solidified him, freezing the squirrel in place. His appearance became that of a statue, but on the inside, the squirrel glared.
By Chet (grade 4)
When was looking around, I saw a fish rock. It has a white head and a purple back. There’s a blue green rock on top of it. The fish rock is on little rocks and there are plants next to it.