The House on Mango Street

In the story "The House On Mango Street" by Sandra Cisneros, the main character, Esperanza, is proud of her heritage. So am I! To elaborate on this, I made a thinglink image by adding pictures and typing information about my heritage. 

I will now explain what common core standards I used in this blog. 

CCSS.ELA-LITERACY.W.9-10.6 is all about using technology and the internet which I did at thinglink.com. I also had to use internet links to embed the images into the tags on my thinglink image. 

Also, I demonstrated CCSS.ELA-LITERACY.W.9-10.10 which is taking time and doing research and revision which I did research about my family history. 

And finally, CCSS.ELA-LITERACY.SL.9-10.1.D which is answering in diverse perspectives which I did by talking about my culture when I could have written an essay about Esperanza's heritage.

   

Extra Credit

Today I got on the bus for a new and exciting week of 4th grade.  At lunch I decided to sit with this boy.  We talked about favorite video games and then, snap!  We became best friends.

It was just your regular Tuesday.  I had lunch with my best friend Sam.  I went to L.A. with my other best friend Ian.  And I went home so I could relax.

Ugh.  It's already Wednesday.  Ugh.  I don't feel well.  Well I guess I'm sick so I'll go back to sleep.

Ok it's Thursday and I just got off the bus and I walked home.  Once I opened the door my mom was crying.  I asked my dad what happened and he told me that my grandmother died.  I stared to cry and cry.

It's been two days since I heard he news and I went back to school.  I missed two days because I was still grieving.

It has been one week and today is the funeral day and all I can think about is that this is my last day to see her and when they lowered the casket I clenched my fists and tried not to cry even though the tears never stopped.

Five years have passed now.  Back then I was quiet and only helped myself.  Now, even though I'm still quiet I want to help others.  And I know I have grown as a person.  I'm sure that my grandmother, wherever she is... I bet she is very proud.

I Am Poem

I am from One Piece DVDs.

I am from manga and Attack on Titans.

I am from my PS4 on my TV stand.

I am from the beaten up basketball hoop out front of my house.

I am from Koby’s beat up old mustang.

I am from the Frisbee stuck in the tree and the mailbox.

I am from my dog’s bed to my PS3. 

I am from the Wii U, making each Amiibo work.

I am from my computer and my video game stack.

I am from my mom’s car and dad’s car.

I am from the playground in the neighbor’s back yard and the woods where we all hung out.

I am from under the tree in my front yard that looks like a fuzzy, green spider.

I think back to all the memories.

I am from good memories – happy and joyful – sad memories are still with me too.