"Disinfect to protect!"
This catch phrase has been going around my school and I think it's so perfect! It rhymes, it's true, and it just sounds great!
"Don't hate, appreciate!"
This catch phrase also has been going around my school. Sometimes I use it to apply to my own life.
Welcome!
Hey everyone! Welcome to my blog, Scarlett's Letters. I'm a beginner blogger, and I have a lot of fun doing so! Enjoy!
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Cheese
Although cheese is made from curdled milk and mold, it still brings out the taste in other food items. For example, it makes nachos, grits, macaroni, turkey and cheese sandwiches, and even simple crackers taste great. However, that's only my opinion. I think that cheese is a good thing. But, strangely, I don't like cheese very much. I'm not a very big fan, but there are certain times where something just needs a little cheese.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
The Best Years
For many people, their best years are their younger years. When you are young, you're so innocent. You have a crush on that boy next door, and school smells like Play-Dough. You look up to the older kids, wishing you could be just like them when you grow up. You have play-dates with your buddies, and "big kid" sleepovers with your best friend. You don't even think about all the homework you'll have in the upper grades. I definitely have to agree. The younger years of (my) life are by far the best years.
Why?
Some things that people do in this world are outstanding. Outstanding meaning standing out from other things that people do. These outstanding things are most often ridiculous. Take a moment to think why our world now is so crazy and mixed up.
Think about this:
Why do we make fun of other races, calling them "colored" or "aliens", while in their eyes, we probably look the same way?
This is a poem written by an African kid. It was nominated by the UN as the best person.
"When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in Sun, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black
And you white fellow
When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow
When you sick, you green
And when you die, you gray
And you calling me colored?"
Why do we do these things?
Think about this:
Why do we make fun of other races, calling them "colored" or "aliens", while in their eyes, we probably look the same way?
This is a poem written by an African kid. It was nominated by the UN as the best person.
"When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in Sun, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black
And you white fellow
When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow
When you sick, you green
And when you die, you gray
And you calling me colored?"
What is the problem with America?
Why do we do these things?
What can we do to change it?
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