I chose this movie because it gives a basic and easy way of showing how the claw can move a object to a different place. Also, I think in the movie the robot was using a lot of the light sensor. I think this because the people probably programed the robot to pick up the blue ball instead of the red by using the light sensor. Another reason I chose this movie was that it showed what it looked like from different views because you might want to use that type of robot and wanted it the same structure but didn’t know how to do it.
It was a hot, dewy summer day when I found out. Something you never want to here in this time period. The war. My father got a letter from the government that he has been forced to be in the battle of the French and Indian War. I cried for at least an hour. I begged, forced myself not to talk and even stayed in my room for three whole days. Oh, sorry I haven’t introduced myself… I am Anna Green. I live in Connecticut with My Mother, Father and pet dog, Lila. I would say I am Brave, Funny, Kind, tomboyish and I work as a seamstress for Mrs Ablesmith a neighbor of ours. I am thirteen and my parents are a bit strict when it comes to somethings. I have mud brown hair that is wavy and does not complement me in anyway so of course I have to have ocean blue eyes too. You must be wondering down deep if I have any friends? Well I have one best friend Samantha Cross she lives down the road from me and we have been best friends since the third grade. I call her Sam even though she looks nothing like a boy at all. She has blue eyes and straight blonde hair. Sam’s mother died two months after I met her in the same month she turned 13. Now Sam is all alone when her dad is not back from the military and now they are a middle class family unlike my family who are loving but a little rude and stinking rich. I will now tell you about the story of the French and Indian War through my journal.
March, 5 1759
Sam said WHAT? she was very surprised that my dad has been forced to the war. She said sorry then we left to go to our favorite place. The bridge. We always go there to let loose and to talk about whatever we want to. We were talking when we got disturbed by something in the woods. Sam is more brave then me so she went over and of course it was her little 9 year old brother Brian, at first he giggled then looked at me with surprise. He ran off but Sam is really fast and caught him. Brian is the same as Sam in many ways they are both funny, brave, sarcastic, creative and smart. Except Brian has chocolate brown hair and clover green eyes. Sam didn’t start screaming at him but started laughing. somehow they have some sort of bond. That n one could ever break. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have a younger brother or sister? When I was born mother was ill and was like that for a very longtime till about 7 years ago. Moving on I had to tell Sam something that has been eating me inside. I told her I had plan to runaway and look for my father and hers. She said that it was a ridiculous idea but then I saw her look away and think about what I thought was the plan and how we would do it.
March, 8 1759
Today is the day my father leaves for the war and I don’t go down stairs to say good-bye until he is leaving. I look at him and without any words he hugs me and and whispers it will be alright. After he leaves I run down to Sam’s house and start telling her that I am running away for my father in three days and if she doesn’t want to come that is fine because I am running away with her or without her. She tells me to calm down and take deep breaths. I do what I am told because I really don’t want to get in a argument about something so ridiculous. She says that she will go with me one one condition… that I will listen to her suggestions because I guess I don’t listen to her that much. Also, that Brian can come along. I whined a bit but then said yes that he can come too. The next day Sam and I go to school then go straight to the bridge with Brian. Mostly Brian just sits on the giant rock next to the water and throws little pebbles in. After a hour of work Sam tells Brian if he has any suggestions. He says that we might need to have a plan if we see any redcoats or something. Sam and I look at each other then look back at Brian who is daydreaming about who knows what. I say that is a excellent plan then he goes back to whatever he was doing. Sam and I might be best friend’s but sometimes we get on each others last nerves. The next day I said to Sam that we shouldn’t go to school. She looked at me funny but then said okay. I told her we might need Brian for something. She said no and we walked away into the woods. Before my Father left he told me to lookout for redcoats in the woods. Somehow he new I went there to relax and talk. Sam has never been in contact with a redcoat so if we were to be in a conversation with a redcoat I would be the one talking.
March, 9 1759
Today is the day I runaway and I have been thinking about it. How will mother survive without the help of my seamstress money and fathers work? In Connecticut we sacrifice lots of soldiers in our state which sometimes sickens me because of the sad and helpless families. Especially since we have such bad farming and it is hard to get a good crop. At least we have the harbors to survive on. Yesterday I told Sam to meet me at the harbors with Brian. First she was fidgety about running away in sight of so many witnesses because they know us like we are there blood relatives. Sam said yes after thinking about it for a half hour. I got there about five minutes before them. They looked like they were packing to live somewhere. I brought only things I need. Two pairs of socks, three shirts, two pairs of trousers and a brush to brush my hair. After buying a few snacks we were gone. At first we ran into the woods with a smile on our face then fifteen minutes later we were tired, cranky and hungry.
March, 11 1759
It has been about two days since we left to go to the war. Sam is much more social than I am even if I would be the one to talk to a redcoat. Sam has gotten us places I would have never thought we could have gone. She has socialized enough that we could stay at houses and get food for days. Today we are living with the Rosen’s. They are a kind family and have three daughters and a son. I shared a room with there second oldest daughter, Elizabeth. She is quiet but speaks up if she truly is in a need to speak. Elizabeth loves to write and is a very talented singer.
March, 12 1759
Today is the day we leave the Rosen’s and to find our fathers. Before we left Elizabeth told me to meet her in the kitchen. So I did what I was told and came in when everyone was saying there good-byes. she was a the table holding the most beautiful necklace I have ever seen. She told me to take it. I hesitated but she said it is a way that you remember me forever. I took it out of her smooth warm hands and hugged her with all my might. A tear came out but I wiped it away. After I went outside I saw Elizabeth having a pinkish red face like she was crying. After that we left.
March, 13 1759
After we left that day we went to a little market. I overheard a young man talking about the battle that my father is in. He said it was not even a days walk to see the soldiers. After that I ran to see Sam who was talking to a middle aged mother with her two daughters, Melody and Lila. Melody was about six or seven years old and had caramel brown hair and deep leaf green eyes. Lila on the other hand was the exact opposite of melody in every way. Even though they are a year apart Lila would have bright blue eyes and sun yellow hair. I told her the news and she went ballistic she was so happy to hear the news. I think at one point of our journey she lost faith of ever finding our fathers and going back home. After that we started walking down the dirt road while Brian kicked pebbles at the back of our legs.
March, 16 1759
Poetic Portrait
Born 10 days late.
But ready for anything.
I was born November,
10 2000 at Winchester
Hospital in Massachusetts.
At 3:05 in the morning.
Everyone wanted to hold me.
When I was born everybody
said I looked like my dad. I
had brown eyes chubby cheeks
and had not a single piece of hair.
Since I was young I have always
had my own way of doing things.
Always making people laugh.
Entertaining people by
singing or just saying something
cute.
My family and close friends say
I am Funny, kind and sassy
sometimes.
MY mom says I am very social
and I never stop talking at
home.
I have always loved music.
I listen to music, sing to music
but I can’t play a musical instrument.
Musical theatre is my life.
I might not be the best when it comes
to school subjects but when I am on the
stage I am a different person and I feel like I am
great at it.
I am proud of when I
did my first biggest play ever.
“ The Little Match Girl “
I was the little match girl.
I was on the biggest stage I had ever
seen in my life. And it was shown
on TV. But I got to do the play
with my Best friend so it
made it easier.
A accomplishment that
I am proud of is that I did poetry at
my old school. At the end of the school
year there was a competition in the whole state
of New Hampshire. I entered a Poem I made.
After a few weeks later my teacher got in
the mail that I had won the
Merrimack county poem award she started screaming.
I was the happiest person in the world.
Where I had lived for 6 years was Wouburn
Massachusetts. I always went to my neighors
houses for cookouts and went swimming in there
pool on extremely nice days. Also, we played
volleyball in the summer on a hot day. In October
on Halloween there would be a huge parade
down the street. After the parade my neighbors
and friends would come over to celebrate my birthday.
That was one of the best times of my life.
I am Grace O’Neill
The sky has a heavy gaze over my fur. I am afraid that if I get caught people will try to poke. Sorry did not say hi yet. I have some great news to tell you. I have been taking a class on erosion and I have learned so much. Where I live has so much erosion. There is a big hill at the vernal pool which has gotten worse from kids and weather. There are lots of rocks on the hill and it is very unsatisfying. Also, Willow has been trying to hang out with me lately but I don’t know if I should talk to him. Oh yeah, I don’t want to be a show off but I made a tiny little poem in my new leaf journal. Want to hear it? Okay here it goes… “ The sun sucks up everything then spits it out when it is bored. It looks around for a new victim but then just sits down on the sky “ Do you like it? I know it does not sound great but I just started. Further more, I was thinking of Willow so I called him and asked if he wanted to go see the new movie “ The Diary of a Chipmunk “ I know it sounds girly but it actually has good ratings. He was very happy I called so of course, he said he would go. We had a good time but after we saw the movie Willow seemed really different. He seemed like he was guilty. I asked what was wrong but he just looked at me then looked away. Read more to see what happens with Willow and Chestnut.
Dear, Isabella Barron
I will answer your question on “ After what happened on April 19, can war between the colonies and Great Britain be avoided? “ I think possibly it could have been avoided and in a way it seems to far ahead to go back but these rebels of the colonies have no respect for loyalists or any of us. This type of problem has been going on for years since the colonists are very angry about the taxes. This is a laughable subject, “do these colonists know how much we do?”… we protect them and we bring in food from the harbors. Also, I think that these rebels do not know one thing about being mature with the talk about The Sons of Liberty. They came in and dumped all the tea and I have heard that the king was furious at the colonists. Further more, I do respect the King very much but some ideas are not the wisest. Many of us think that marching in two lines may not be great because the Minutemen ( Rebels ) hide behind rock walls, trees and I could not see them. Also, they have the advantage of hearing us or seeing us. I was somewhat frightened on that day. We were low on the ammunition and were very tired. I was one of the lucky ones not to have been killed nor wounded.
Yours Truly,
John Barker – British Soldier