Don’t write books about the correct way to eat Kit Kats (don’t do it) a cautionary tale

One day big Dave was eating A Kit Kat and broke it in half then he broke it into fourths and ate those fourths one by one.

That was when big Dave had a shocking realization. You could eat kit kats in so many different ways!

You could eat them whole, grind them up in a bowl and eat them with a spoon, you could break them in half and eat both halves separately, there were so many different ways to eat a singular Kit Kat.

That’s when the real trouble started for big Dave. Sitting in his living room, eating a Kit Kat he had just had this great idea.

He would write a book About the proper way to eat a Kit Kat. “This could get me rich!” He yelled across his little living room.

“Hallelujah!”

The next day was filled with first pages to his book “split it into fourths and then eat it” the proper way to eat a Kit Kat. Being thrown into the trashcan next to his wooden desk.

“Writing a book is harder than I thought it would be!”

He muttered to himself.

The next few days he wrote page by page with not many breaks for meals and other things that keep you alive until getting them was absolutely necessary.

Fast forward a year. Big Dave is rolling in money. His book turned out to be a huge success and the first thing that he did with the millions of dollars was buy a mansion in Florida.

His book was a smash hit, but also a topic of controversy. Some people believed that Kit Kats should be eaten whole or halfed or dipped in hot sauce or other examples of the infinite ways that Kit kats can be eaten and when those people heard about his book they didn’t like his ideas about how to eat a Kit Kat. So they formed an alliance and started plotting about how to make sure that his ideas about eating Kit Kat’s to spread to the rest of the world. So then they decided to torture big Dave.

So that night they met outside of big Dave’s mansion where inside he was reading fine literature and drinking champagne.

The people who were planning to torture big Dave stood outside his glass door with giant spiked clubs and started to kick the glass until it broke, giving them a big glass hole to climb through into the unsuspecting big Dave’s giant living room.

The back of daves chair was facing them as they climbed into his fancy living room. They then snuck up from behind and the person nearest to him slapped a rope around big Dave’s neck and dragged him over to the wall of his living room, pulled a Kit Kat from his pocket, and proceeded to make big Dave watch as he ate  the chocolate bar in a different way than big Dave’s proffered Kit Kat eating strategy as the others cackled and cheered.

Then an anvil dropped on everybody’s head and then they all died quickly.

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The time we climbed a mountain

Tuesday setting work

Me, Rueben, My uncle Isaac, my 14 year old cousin Henry and my mom and dad

climbed out of our green boat, which could barely support all of our combined weight. Even getting across the lake to the mountain that we were going to climb was dangerous. Our boat was weighed down by our weight.

But we had made It across the wide green lake and arrived at the mountain. As we climbed out we all looked at the majestic mountain towering above the lake and the forest and looked at each other.

“Can we even climb that!!??” I said, taking in how tall the mountain was.

“Yeah” said my cousin Henry.

“It does seem pretty tall” but then my Mom replied “yes”

“We will climb it.” so we all started our tiring journey up the mountain.

The trail started fairly flat, and we proceeded slowly up the tree clustered mountain.

The walking was hard though and we nearly slipped down the mountain many times due to the dirt and rocks clustered allong the steep trail. [a]

“When are we gonna get to the top?” my little brother whined as we walkedup the trail.
“Oh, about 45 minutes.” my dad replied.
“NOOOO!” cried Rueben, who obviously thought that that was too long.

It was a long and hard walk, surrounded by trees poking out around the trails and big rocks clustered on the mountainside. But we finnaly made it to the top of the mountain. When we arrived at the top, a collective “phew” from all of us rose up.

The top of the mountain was basically a big rock, covered with moss and these little gray bugs, that would require the vision of a microscope to really see well.

The buggs hopped around the rocks, and watched them to see where they would go. They led us to the edge of the rock, which was a sharp cliff.

If you fell off of it you would die before you hit the ground.

So we all walked away from the big cliff to go to the middle of the big round rock to eat lunch and picnic with a lunch of roast beef sandwiches and oreos.

After that, we made our way back down the mountain, to come to our boat, and go back across the lake to the dock at our camp, get off, and swim, and do a things that you would generraly do at a camp, like roasting smores and lots of other things, and then going to bed after a fun, but exuasting day.

Why comics are literature

Why comics are literature.
As many people who know me know, I love comics. They are my favorite things along with pork ribs and star wars.
And when I hear someone say “comics are childish”
Or “comics are not real books”
Or when people look at me weird because I am reading batman or whatever, well when people do this kind of thing, I get really ticked off. I want to go up and explain why comics are not childish and are real books to them using an assortment of colorful language, but I don’t.
So now I will (without the colorful language of course.)
The following reasons are why I think that comic books are serious literature.
Reason one.
Well, what is different between comics and normal books? Besides comics having speech and thought bubbles, what is the difference, maybe normal books have paragraphs, and no art, but what makes that literature and comics not?
I think that in the following way, comics can be considered literature. They not only use words to show the story, but pictures too. For some readers, they really like this element of comics because it helps them to better understand the story, but by saying this i do not mean that comics are “easy to read”
or “for new readers.”
This is what I will explain in my next reason.
Reason 2.
A lot of people will say that, as I explained in my last reason, “comics are for kids.” and are easy to read. Well here is what I say to that.
NOPE.
And this is why. In the 1940s at the beginning of comics comics were strictly for kids, but they are’nt anymore. Now there are comics for a wide range of ages.
In fact, now, there are more comics for teens and adults than there are comics for kids. And you should know that when I say comics, I mean the marvel universe, the dc universe, and that kind of thing. Not like casper the ghost or whatever. Most mainstream comics now are not for kids.
Last reason.
Comics can tell the exact same story that normal books can tell. For example, they could write a book based off a comic, and have! It’s true! In fact, they have made many.
Just imagine Harry potter turned into a comic or graphic novel. It seems to me like it would work, because the pictures would work with the words to create a story.
All of these reasons are why I think, and i think you should think too, that comics are serious literature.

Friday blog post

It was the year before kindergarten, and, as friends, Jae and I were not off to a great start.
“No I’m older!” jae yelled across the room in the beedes house, who we had gone over to meet because my family had just moved into town. “No jae!” I frustratedly yelled. “I’m older!”
So yeah. It turned into this big fight where we ended up having to just stop talking because we were not getting along. So we left.
Yeah.
We were off to a great start.
It was the first day of school and me and my mom were driving to school in our little brown volkswagen. My head was spinning with worries. What if the teacher is not nice?! What if I suddenly want to go back home?! What if… what if Jae’s there???!!
But my thoughts were suddenly interrupted because just then, we pulled into the little parking lot of the school.
It looked strange.
There were big red pillars and a door being held open by a middle aged man in a tie and a bunch of giants walking into the door.
“Are you ready to go Solly?”
Said my overjoyed mom, who was so excited that I was going into school.
Then I opened the door and right there was my classroom. My mom guided me in, and when we got to the door my mom hugged me and said happily “ bye! Have a great day!”
Then I walked in.
There seemed to be a bunch of kids my age sitting on a circular carpet and chatting around a jolly looking blond haired lady who was sitting on a big chair in the middle of the circle. I looked at the circle of kids and then I saw him.
Jae.
And there was only one available spot.
Next to Jae.
So I sat there. “Oh hi Solomon!”
he said happily. “Want to sit here?”
“Okay” I said, shocked that he had not picked our argument right back up.
This guy might actually be cool!
Then the lady, who I assumed was our teacher, from what I had seen, shushed us by putting a finger to her mouth, said “hello everybody! It’s great to meet you! Let’s introduce ourselves!” Then she added, we’re going to go this way!.
After every sentence she said, she would have a friendly exclamation point. I liked that. So we all introduced ourselves.
Half of the kids I could not really hear, because they were too quiet, and when It got to me I said my name loud and clear. Then We basically got used to the classroom environment for a half hour until we were able to go out to recess. I just was on the swings, and jae was somewhere else, but the next day we hung out and became friends and that was pretty much it. We are still very good friends.

Revision

Revision. If i could bring a person to time travel with me, it would actully be no one. Time traveling is dangerous, and I do not think that I could really live with someone dying on my little trip to the future, And someone died by their body getting splotched all over whatever I was trying to time travel in, I would probabaly be very distressed, and would not sleep another night. For example if we were traveling at warp speed and our time travel device went so fast down that we were carried by momentum and flew up to the top but the other person crackes their skull at the top and snapped their neck, or a variety of other things that, trust me, are much more gory, I just would not be able to live with that. It would give me nightmares for weeks, and hallucinations, and many other things that would not be fun. And that is only the best of the options.
What if we traveled to someplace where intergalactic police traveled all over the streets and made swiss cheese of anyone who did not follow the intergalactic code with their laser guns, and one or both of us got killed. Either way, that would be traumatic. Of course, if I was swiss cheese, I would not know what was traumatic, because I would be dead. Also, if we traveled to feudal Japan, and there was some unhappy samuria, and we somehow intruded on their business, they would chop us to bacon bits. That would be rough. Bringing somebody with me seems overall like a bad idea to me because in some situations, it would risk their life, and knowing myself, I would not be a very good situation avoider.
And now to the interesting part. Where would I go? This is easy. No question. I would go to the future. I love the future. I love it. I would choose the future over the present. The past. You name it. The future is awesome. I would love to see how humans, tech, and everything that I know has developed from now. Drones would deliver my pizza. I would ride on a hoverboard to where I want to go. I would send hologram messages to my freinds. Heck, holograms could be programmed to walk, or subways could go at warp speed without the riders being violently killed by the train going so fast forward that the momentum pushes them back against their seat and basically busts their seams. The future would be great.
As for what I would travel in, it would undoubtedly be a telephone booth… I LOVE BILL AND TED, FOR GOODNESS SAKE!!!

Revision

Revision. If i could bring a person to time travel with me, it would actully be no one. Time traveling is dangerous, and I do not think that I could really live with someone dying on my little trip to the future, And someone died by their body getting splotched all over whatever I was trying to time travel in, I would probabaly be very distressed, and would not sleep another night. For example if we were traveling at warp speed and our time travel device went so fast down that we were carried by momentum and flew up to the top but the other person crackes their skull at the top and snapped their neck, or a variety of other things that, trust me, are much more gory, I just would not be able to live with that. It would give me nightmares for weeks, and hallucinations, and many other things that would not be fun. And that is only the best of the options.
What if we traveled to someplace where intergalactic police traveled all over the streets and made swiss cheese of anyone who did not follow the intergalactic code with their laser guns, and one or both of us got killed. Either way, that would be traumatic. Of course, if I was swiss cheese, I would not know what was traumatic, because I would be dead. Also, if we traveled to feudal Japan, and there was some unhappy samuria, and we somehow intruded on their business, they would chop us to bacon bits. That would be rough. Bringing somebody with me seems overall like a bad idea to me because in some situations, it would risk their life, and knowing myself, I would not be a very good situation avoider.
And now to the interesting part. Where would I go? This is easy. No question. I would go to the future. I love the future. I love it. I would choose the future over the present. The past. You name it. The future is awesome. I would love to see how humans, tech, and everything that I know has developed from now. Drones would deliver my pizza. I would ride on a hoverboard to where I want to go. I would send hologram messages to my freinds. Heck, holograms could be programmed to walk, or subways could go at warp speed without the riders being violently killed by the train going so fast forward that the momentum pushes them back against their seat and basically busts their seams. The future would be great.
As for what I would travel in, it would undoubtedly be a telephone booth… I LOVE BILL AND TED, FOR GOODNESS SAKE!!!

If I had a superpower what would it be

Let’s just be very clear here, I would probably use a superpower for very lazy and practical things. If I had the powers of Peter Parker, the spectacular Spider-Man, I might be in my bed and want a book from my shelves that is too far away I would fire a string of webbing and attach it to the book, and then pull over the book to my bed. But let’s pretend that I would use a superpower for good, My superpower would be telekinesis. And to use it for good, I would choose this superpower because it would be a way not to use violence when I would not have to. If saw a mugger taking a purse from somebody, I would pull the purse away from them, and not have to use unnecessary violence when I do not have to use it. But when I would have to use it. but sometimes I would have to. For example if there was a psycho axe murderer who was swinging his axe, about to drive it straight into somebody’s head, I would not be able to rip the axe out of the axe murderers hand, I might use necessary force to throw the axe murderer into the wall to save the person who was about to be killed  by the murderer. For more practical stuff, I  might be watching my favorite anime and want a slice of  pizza, I would use my telekinetic powers to open the fridge and pull the pizza out of the fridge with my mind. These are why I would have telekinesis for good.

 

 

 

My letter to my dog

Dear Myrtle,

I really wish that I was at school. Being home is incredibly boring, For example I just can’t entertain myself, because there are no friends that I can hang out with. Normally we would be sitting around at Jaes house, playing dungeons and dragons, but we now have to play through google hangout, which is really the only thing I look forward to on this whole break. I am also looking forward to my birthday in two weeks, where we will do a dance party followed by binge watching my favorite anime until late at night. Until then I will be bored out of my skull.
Sincerely, your owner,
Solomon, who took you on a walk a few days ago.

 

 

 

 

 

 

My thoughts on learning in quarantine

WOW. This is incredibly overwhelming. I honestly do not like school at home, I do not think I am learning much, and here are my reasons why. Reason one: we are not learning new things, just things we already know, because there is no one to teach us new things. For example in the math packet, we are working on fractions, which we already know, and in math at school, we would be learning more advanced things, because we just moved into a new unit, and now we will not be able to learn the things in that unit, but at least we are keeping our math skills existent. Reason two: the things we are doing are very repetitive. We do the same thing every day. 30 minutes of math, watching the read aloud, and 60 minutes of reading. This makes it kind of boring. Always doing the same thing every day does not help my learning at all. I do like These writing assignments though. I think that they are not too repetitive, and get me thinking. Overall, school at home is not like regular school, and besides the writing assignments, I do not like it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My special place. New York City.

New York city is special to me because it is so big. It has so many people, And I love crowded spaces with a lot of people. Another reason I love it is the food. There is so much food from many different cultures, for example, there is Thai food, and Mexican food, we even went to a place that served French food. There is food from everywhere, and it is delicious.

There are also so many places to be. When we went, we went to the natural history museum, which has a lot of things having to do with natural science, the comic shop, the aquarium, and a random clothing shop. There are so many places to go, so if you can’t go to one place, there are other, very interesting places to go.

Also, NYC has something for everybody. For example if you love sports, like my brother, you can go to a sports game, and if you love Star Wars, like me, you can go to a comic shop. I love New York City for all these reasons and more, and It definitely is my number one favorite place.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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