My Christmas List

Madalynne Naab's Christmas List:

#1. Pink or Blue 3DSXL
#2. Pokemon White Version 2
#3. Ipod Touch
#4. The Whole Series of Twilight on Blu Ray

#5. Pink or Blue Case for a 3DSXL (If Given) or a DSIXL

#6. Pink or Blue Diamond Studded Phone Case
#7. Pink or Blue Ipod Case (If Given.)

Compare and Contrast

     Right now all of you slacking daydreamers are probably thinking, "Is fun Wii or sweaty sports better?" Well, today I'm going to answer that random question, but first I'm going to tell you what they have in common:
     One obvious similarity is: they both require you moving in order to play. A second sticky similarity is: by the time you're done you're probably really sweaty. Another similarity is: they're both super fun! Now I'm going to tell you the differences between them:
     Here's one difference (this one's more like an opinion): Wii is a lot harder than what it looks like and it's a lot harder than sports. The second to last difference is: you have to be smart with technology in order to even work the Wii. The last difference is: if you play sports you have to have way more hand-eye coordination than if you play sports on the Wii. My conclusion is Wii is way harder than sports.

Poetry

TAE-KWON-DO

By: Madalynne Naab

Sparring,

Agility,

Front snap, axe kick, side kick, reverse
"Hi-yah!"

SUMMER BREEZE

By: Madalynne Naab

You are cold, but hot,
And feel very good on skin
You cannot be seen.

BEES
By: Madalynne Naab

You love sweet honey
And buzz around filled flowers
that are beautiful.

PICKLES
By: Madalynne Naab

Slimy, lumpy, bumpy logs,
are they found in bogs?
Some are sour,
some are sweet,
oh, what a treat!

Hope's First Tournament

     I am a black belt in tae-kwon-do right now, but this non-fiction story takes place as me being a green belt. This story teaches a lesson, and that lesson is to never, ever give up.
     "Dad, I'm nervous." I stated.
     He gave me a grin and said,"I can tell, you're twirling your hair and biting your lip again."
     I stopped twirling my hair and blushed. I made a mental note to try to stop doing that. We were at the Manchester Mayhem Tae-kwon-do Tournament, and I was in line waiting to spar some blue belt. I still couldn't believe I was strong enough to go up against a blue belt! Hilary (a green-high belt in tae-kwon-do and my step-mom) was up against a blue belt too, but I think that was just because she was tall enough. I was up next.
     I can do this, I can do this, I thought as I took a deep breath and walked into the sparring-rink.
     "YOU CAN DO THIS, HOPE!" Mom screamed from the audience.
     "The rules are," stated one of the judges, " if you knock your opponent unconscious you are disqualified." Then he walked up to us and said, "Chumbee." (chumbee means to get ready in Korean) I put my fists on each side of my belt, so did the blue belt.
     Then the judge looked at us and declared, "Seejah." (seejah means go in Korean) I aimed my fist at the blue belts head, and flashed my fist at his head. He stumbled back, and I couldn't help smiling. He made a ferocious face at me and lunged a roundhouse kick at me, but I dodged it. I snickered. Now he was mad. He tried to punch me in the gut so I would stumble backwards, but it didn't work. I ended up jumping back just in time, and checked him. (checking means stomping your foot and key-uping (yelling) in order to check to make sure your opponent is terrified of you) He didn't flinch, but instead he threw a jump-front snap kick at me, and then a sidekick. I stumbled, but didn't give up. I aimed a spontaneous tornado-roundhouse kick, and for good measure a front snap kick. He fell on his back and slapped the matt. Everybody cheered, "HO-OPE, HO-OPE!!!"
     That day I learned to never, ever give up.