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#STUBC Week 3 Picture Poem

Valentine’s Day cupcakes ndh via Compfight

I love to bake cupcakes

I like them better than pancakes

They taste so sweet

The complete opposite of feet

But too many can give you some bellyaches 

By Summer and Kate

Do you want to share your cupcake poem?  Feel free to in the comments box!  Lets see how many we can get!




Mae+Summer Express At Blue Ball Elementary News Article

                                                 Mae+Summer Express At Blue Ball Elementary

We’ll be talking about an event at Blue Ball Elementary school called Walk Run Jog (WRJ).  It is a field where we walk, run, jog, skip, etc, on a field at the school playground.  Read on to find out more!

We go around the field to earn tickets.  The tickets look like this:                   win_20161028_095130-2


We have to go around the cones on the field.  There is always a lady standing at the end of the lap with a bag full of tickets.  She is very nice.  Every morning we can get our tickets signed by the teacher.  We have charts.  You give your teacher a ticket and your chart and she\he will sign one spot and take the ticket.

Each grade has a WRJ prize day.  You can go to the prize day if you have twelve or more tickets signed onto your chart.  Prize day is usually held in the gym.  There are tons of pens, pencils,  sticky eyeballs, small stuffed animals,  bouncy balls, and other small items.  If you just bring in tickets, then you can’t get prizes.  They have to be signed onto your paper so that everyone knows that you didn’t just steal them.

Now it’s time to talk about our field.  The field that we exercise around has shrunk this year.  It has shrunk because workers used some of it to create more parking-lot for the teachers and helpers.  If you complete 4 laps around the field, you would have exercised for about a mile.  The school has someone to come and cut the grass every now and then.  When he/she is done cutting the grass, there are usually big grass clumps on the ground, so it wouldn’t be the time to play on it.

We can do WRJ at 3 times during the school day.  We can do WRJ in the morning (if it’s not rainy and wet) after we visit our classrooms and put our stuff down.  We can also do WRJ during our lunch recess.  Lunch recess is 10 minutes long, so you could probably fit one or two laps in before we line up to go in for lunch.  Lastly, we can do WRJ at our bigger recess that we call Break.  Break is 20 minutes long, which means that if you stay focused, you could probably do around 4-6 laps before we go back inside.

That about ends our talk about Walk Run Jog.  I hoped that you learned something!

By Mae and Summer   


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The Lacking Lake

Once upon a time lived a lake in Colorado.  This lake was absolutely gorgeous.  Millions of tourists visit it every week.  They call this lake Lake Irene.  But there is one thing that upsets the tourists about this masterpiece of nature- it had no fish.  Nope.  No fish at all.  Not one single little guppy.

Want to add to this story?  Feel free to in the comment box!  But make sure you have correct punctuation and spelling.  Let’s see how many different endings to the story we can get!

Have a wonderful day!  ?


#STUBC2016 Week 3 Edited Picture

pictureTime for a computer selfie!

Summer (far left,) Kate (middle,) and Leila (far right)

I love this picture because I made our skin pink and that we are making funny faces!  😉  I took this picture with 2 of my best friends, Leila and Kate.

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I used my computer’s camera to create this image.

I used to edit this awesome photo.


Tantalizing Turtles

I took this picture The Camden Aquarium.  It surprisingly turned out very clear and cool.  So I made it a jigsaw puzzle for you!  Special thanks to Kate, who took me there!  🙂

I used, to create the puzzle.

And I used to rotate my photo because at first, it was sideways.

Click on Tantalizing Turtles to play!

P.S.  My high score is 49 seconds, try to beat it! 

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Delicious Donuts Picture Story

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The Adventures of Frank Bender: The Pencil War, Chapter 2: New Neighbors

The next morning Frank was very excited.  He was going to meet his new neighbors!  He quickly got out of bed without thinking.  “Oh no,” stated Frank, “Not again, this is going to be a another terrible and embarrassing day in the old paper wagon.  And sure it was, this time was worse than all the others.  His back hurt so much that he could barely get into the wagon!  The only good thing about being in that wagon was that he could practice his artwork all day, but eventually he would run out of room.  That was usually in just a few minutes.  Frank didn’t feel like drawing today though, he wanted to show the new resident that he could walk.  But he couldn’t show the new neighbors today, not a chance.

Frank was very lucky today though, by the time the were ready to meet the new neighbors, Frank felt way better.  That was the only time he had spend under 3 hours in the wagon!  Maybe his back was getting better!  Probably not, but he still had a chance.  Frank told his parents how he felt.  At first, they didn’t believe him, but then, they reconsidered because Frank was begging more than he had ever begged in his life.

After a couple of minutes of walking around, he was ready to go to the new neighbors apartment.  So, he walked with his family and the cupcakes to the new neighbors’ house.  When they knocked on the door, no response.  The second time they knocked they heard a small, girlish voice answer, “Hold your horses!  I’m coming!”  Frank liked that voice.  He liked how it ringed in his ears over and over again.  Then when the figure opened the door Frank started drooling.  “Hi!  I’m Shirley Sticky-notes.  Are you my neighbors?”      

 “Yes, yes we are,” answered Papa, then elbowed Frank in the shoulder.

Frank finally realized what he was doing.  He slurped in his spit and just stared.  He couldn’t stop.  Papa elbowed Frank again, but this time, way harder.  Frank almost fell over.  This time, he spoke.  

“Ummm… uh, Sh-Shirley, um…, these are for you,” and he handed her the awesome-looking cupcakes.

“Thanks!,” Shirley said, “Is your name Frank?”

Frank fainted.

This time, it was Mummy’s turn to speak, “Yes, that is Frank.  But he is a little shy now.  Then Mummy grabbed Frank’s cap and dragged him back to their apartment.  He didn’t like that.  

“Mummy… I think I might like Shirley a little more than I’m supposed to,” said Frank, lost in thoughts.

“No honey, you drool all over her nice carpet and then stare at her like she’s a princess that lives in a cloud castle in a dream!  No you really DON’T like her at all!,” yelled Mummy.

“I see what you mean, can I go back over?”

“If you don’t drool or do that weird stare!”

“Okay, I will!  Wait I will!  What?  Never mind,” was Frank’s final answer.

  “He’s going to blow this out of the ceiling,” Mummy said, worried.                                       

“Hey, I’m still RIGHT HERE!”

 “Oh.  Sorry Frank.”

Frank was shaking while he tip-toed over to Shirley’s apartment.  Once he got there Shirley was introducing the rest of her family.  There was her (Shirley),  Shelly (her little sister), her Mother, and her Father.  Then Frank realized something, they had something in common!  Little sisters!  That had to be the happiest thought that ever came up to his inky brain. Just then Mr and Mrs. Stickynotes came to the doorway right when Frank did.  “Uh-oh,” Frank accidentally said out loud.

“Uh-oh what?,” asked Shirley’s Father.

Frank replied, “Ummm, i-it’s nothing.”

Frank was so embarrassed.  That emotion was so strong that all of his ink squirted out of his bottom.  

“AAAHHH!,” screamed Mrs. Stickynotes.

“AAAHHH!,” screamed Papa, “This never happened before.  Frank, can you still draw?”

Frank flipped his cap off and tried to draw on the floor.  “No..,” Frank started to cry, “I’ll never become an artist now!”

“Here, Frank, let me take you to the gas station,” offered Shirley.


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