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Sunday, April 19, 2015. 1 play was amazing but everyone was neverous. The experience I had with Macbeth was amazing. most of the cast thought it was cursed . The 1 play we had a blast. It was weird seeing the other cast do there performance. The second play it felt more natural. We had not made a lot of mistakes while doing the second. It felt less chopy doing it for the 2 time . We made few mistakes like people missing lines. Macbeth was a really fun play. In this poem he loath .
Sunday, June 21, 2015. My hopes and goals for high school literature is to be better at having a deeper understanding on texts and write with more thought and elaboration. Maybe even write a book of poetry. Thursday, February 12, 2015. As we grow up we experience many issues and problems and learn to deal with them.
We Write and Read as the Leaves turn Green. Monday, March 9, 2015. My Experience at The Scotish Play. For some weird reason I shed a tear. Anyway overall I thought the play was very impressive for and 8th grade play. Friday, February 13, 2015. Tuesday, January 6, 2015. Synthesis Page and Critical Question.
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Sunday, April 19, 2015. TWO VOICE POEM ON SELMA MARCH. In this state, so please let us. Your safety is at risk, leave! Get out of our way! We want to march! And we want our. What we believe in? This is your last warning. I want to see my. What do I do? Life is black and. She plays with my emotions everyday.
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Sunday, April 19, 2015. What Can I Hear? I can hear the highway from my window. I can hear the sound of captain america playing in the background. I hear as my brother types on his computer. And how i hear my dad snore as he takes a nap. I hear the man yelling from downstairs. And the cars on my street outside my house. This is what I hear. This poem is based off my heart poem photography. I hold the memories in my hands. Things use to be so much better back then. Ow its all a memory. Ha Ha Rage quit! .
Commence par suivre Dorian4712 pour devenir ami.