Sleep in the night,
Sleep without fright,
Sleep without fear,
For your mother is here.
Let me tuck you in bed.
Sing songs in your head.
Go to sleep, daughter dearest!
Go to sleep.
Off goes the light.
You must remember-
Sleep without fright.
Go to sleep.
I'm always here.
You must remember-
Sleep without fear.
Sleep in the night,
Sleep without fright,
Sleep without fear,
For your father is here.
Let me tuck you in bed.
Sing songs in your head.
Go to sleep, daughter dearest!
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Falling Up!
If Earth were to suddenly lose its gravity, would things in Antartica fall up (like if you were standing in Antarctica, wouldn't you technically be upside down?)
The Wooden Chest
On one school morning in Ashburn, Virginia, a little boy was getting ready for his first day of fifth grade. His name was Reeder, and even though he was in fifth grade, he did not know how to read! His teacher, Miss Colac, realized this on the first day of school. She decided to do something about it.
The next day, Miss Colac brought an old, wooden chest to school. Suggestions quickly arose from the class about where the chest came from, who owned it previously, and what its use is. Amidst all this curiosity, Reeder noticed two things. One thing was that “COLAC” was engraved in fine print on the chest. The second thing was that Miss Colac had mysteriously disappeared from the classroom.
Reeder opened the classroom door, and walked out of the classroom to find Miss Colac. But when Reeder walked out of the hallway and took a good look around, Miss Colac was nowhere to be found. All that Reeder could find was a red, velvety diary inside of the chest.
As Reeder opened the diary, the words on the page disappeared, and pictures took their place! Not just ordinary pictures, but beautiful, dancing pictures! It was like a movie! But what Reeder thought was a “movie” was actually just himself reading!
In the “movie”, Reeder saw a little girl, around 10 or 11 years old, hiding behind a bush. She was spying on a middle-aged man. The man was holding a wooden chest with “COLAC” engraved on it. Could that chest be the same chest Miss Colac had brought to school?
The man in the diary proudly held out the chest for everyone to look at. Every time someone saw the chest, their eyes filled with envy. Reeder could see that the girl had a hint of jealousy in her eyes too. Actually, she was very jealous.
Reeder knew what was going to happen next, so he closed the diary. When Reeder looked up from the diary, he saw Miss Colac grinning at him. Miss Colac took Reeder to the lounge to “talk”.
“You can read, Reeder, and you are very good at it too!” exclaimed Miss Colac.
Reeder was awestruck. So that is how good it feels to read!, he thought.
“But I am still curious about a couple things,” Reeder told Miss Colac.
“Exactly!” Miss Colac said “And I am glad that you are!”
“Huh? Can you please just tell me what is going on?” Reeder asked, ever more confused and curious than he was before.
“Sure!” replied Miss Colac “You see, I was the girl who wrote that diary, and my dad was the man with the chest. When my dad found the chest with his last name on it, he took it as his, thinking that there were jewels inside it. I was very jealous, so I was about to steal it from him, when one night he just threw it out the window."
“Why did he throw it away?” Reeder asked.
“Well, he was disappointed because when he opened the box, there were no jewels, but something even more valuable that a lot of people don’t even care about. Inside of the box was a note that read, Chest of Learning and Curiosity – COLAC - For teachers and students only.
Then, I knew what I had to do. I became a teacher, and this box has never failed to spark curiosity and knowledge in children’s minds, one way or another. This time all you had to do was look at the letters COLAC, and then you had the confidence and curiosity every good reader needs to have!”
When Miss Colac and Reeder walked back into the classroom, the kids were still curious. They both grinned.
The next day, Miss Colac brought an old, wooden chest to school. Suggestions quickly arose from the class about where the chest came from, who owned it previously, and what its use is. Amidst all this curiosity, Reeder noticed two things. One thing was that “COLAC” was engraved in fine print on the chest. The second thing was that Miss Colac had mysteriously disappeared from the classroom.
Reeder opened the classroom door, and walked out of the classroom to find Miss Colac. But when Reeder walked out of the hallway and took a good look around, Miss Colac was nowhere to be found. All that Reeder could find was a red, velvety diary inside of the chest.
As Reeder opened the diary, the words on the page disappeared, and pictures took their place! Not just ordinary pictures, but beautiful, dancing pictures! It was like a movie! But what Reeder thought was a “movie” was actually just himself reading!
In the “movie”, Reeder saw a little girl, around 10 or 11 years old, hiding behind a bush. She was spying on a middle-aged man. The man was holding a wooden chest with “COLAC” engraved on it. Could that chest be the same chest Miss Colac had brought to school?
The man in the diary proudly held out the chest for everyone to look at. Every time someone saw the chest, their eyes filled with envy. Reeder could see that the girl had a hint of jealousy in her eyes too. Actually, she was very jealous.
Reeder knew what was going to happen next, so he closed the diary. When Reeder looked up from the diary, he saw Miss Colac grinning at him. Miss Colac took Reeder to the lounge to “talk”.
“You can read, Reeder, and you are very good at it too!” exclaimed Miss Colac.
Reeder was awestruck. So that is how good it feels to read!, he thought.
“But I am still curious about a couple things,” Reeder told Miss Colac.
“Exactly!” Miss Colac said “And I am glad that you are!”
“Huh? Can you please just tell me what is going on?” Reeder asked, ever more confused and curious than he was before.
“Sure!” replied Miss Colac “You see, I was the girl who wrote that diary, and my dad was the man with the chest. When my dad found the chest with his last name on it, he took it as his, thinking that there were jewels inside it. I was very jealous, so I was about to steal it from him, when one night he just threw it out the window."
“Why did he throw it away?” Reeder asked.
“Well, he was disappointed because when he opened the box, there were no jewels, but something even more valuable that a lot of people don’t even care about. Inside of the box was a note that read, Chest of Learning and Curiosity – COLAC - For teachers and students only.
Then, I knew what I had to do. I became a teacher, and this box has never failed to spark curiosity and knowledge in children’s minds, one way or another. This time all you had to do was look at the letters COLAC, and then you had the confidence and curiosity every good reader needs to have!”
When Miss Colac and Reeder walked back into the classroom, the kids were still curious. They both grinned.
Snow
Soft snow,
whirling about in the cold misty air,
gently landing on the ground with peace,
much too exiting!
Natural beauty of snow is too much to receive.
Excitement spreading throughout the exquisite weather.
Let your own elegant beauty sprinkle all over the world.
Opportunity is released with this ravishing snow.
To gather to make snowmen.
To compress to make angels.
Oh, may this opportune be gathered by all.
Waltzing,
wonderful,
full of grace,
never wallows.
Soothing the mind and soul,
and falling,
like a restful, calming waterfall.
whirling about in the cold misty air,
gently landing on the ground with peace,
much too exiting!
Natural beauty of snow is too much to receive.
Excitement spreading throughout the exquisite weather.
Let your own elegant beauty sprinkle all over the world.
Opportunity is released with this ravishing snow.
To gather to make snowmen.
To compress to make angels.
Oh, may this opportune be gathered by all.
Waltzing,
wonderful,
full of grace,
never wallows.
Soothing the mind and soul,
and falling,
like a restful, calming waterfall.
Waterless!:-)
Will fresh water supply ever run out? Desalination is not very helpful or effective. What would life be like without water?
The Withazoria Museum
Chapter 1 – Bravery
I am stuck in a place,
That makes spooky critters weep.
I feel cramped, alone, and desperate,
And then upon me it will creep.
It will take over my body,
My mind and spirits too.
And just when you think it can't get any worse,
It will stick to me like glue.
Bravery.
I looked at this poem – which I had written so long ago – over and over again. Yes, I thought. It was bravery. I was too brave. But, I am glad that I was. Being brave had lead to a museum – where I became what I am today. You probably have no clue what I am talking about. You are also most likely wondering where I am. Well, I will tell you.
I am at the Withazoria Museum of Science. You may have gone to a museum for a field trip, as an adult, or just to have fun. Well, I went to the Withazoria Museum of Science because I had to. I was forced to. I needed to. I needed to go as badly as you would need to go and have a drink of water after 47 days in a desert!
Why I needed to go to a museum so badly, may be what you are wondering. Well, it was because I was brave - Too brave. So brave that I felt that I just had to go into a museum that nobody ever went into. You see, it was a very eerie museum. Nobody who went in ever came out. So, you see, I just had to go in, for better worse. You are probably very curious how I survived. Well, I will tell you.
Chapter 2 – The Museum Nights
When I was about 25 years old, I heard that there was an apartment space available next to the Withazoria Museum of Science! I was as excited as a boy who had just gotten his first bike! I had heard that it was a haunted museum, and I really wanted to go because I loved going on dangerous missions! But when I came to the museum, I was extremely disappointed. There were no million year-old cobwebs, or dinosaur fossils that come to life and eat you! It looked like an ordinary museum!
Then, it happened. The doors to the museum slammed behind me. I was the only living creature in the museum-or at least that's what I thought. Something didn't feel right. Whether it was that a 10 year-old science textbook was floating in mid-air or that I was getting out the paper and pen without even knowing it, I do not know. Then, the science textbook opened itself up to page 1. I, somehow, knew what I had to do. I answered all of the questions. When I finished, some of the questions that I had answered on my paper vanished, so I figured out that the Museum must be trying to tell me that I got them incorrect.
When I was hungry, I ate "dates" and "Sundays" off of the prehistoric calendar, and drank from the springs in the specially preserved 4,000 year old mattress.
Each day I had to go through the same process-until all of the questions were answered correctly. Then, I flipped the paper over and wrote a poem. It felt like torture – all of that learning. But, all of the time I was doing this, I felt that the animals around me in the museum were helping me answer the question correctly.
Chapter 3 - The Scientist
As I became smarter and smarter each day, I realized that the animals and the museum were not torturing me, they were actually helping me! When I finished answering all of the questions on day, I decided to have a look around the museum. I saw the polar bear who helped me with my problems on exhibit 6A, the hippo who helped me with homework on 5C, and the lion who helped me learn about lasers on 3B.
"Thank you!" I whispered to them. I turned to walk away.
"No problem!" They called back after me.
I rubbed my eyes and looked back at the exhibits. Everything looked like the way it had been before. I turned back around.
"Great scientists were here once, you know." I heard someone, or something say behind me.
I looked back, and all of the animals were all waving at me! WAVING AT ME! I waved back, and then I disappeared from the museum.
When I opened my eyes and found myself in my apartment, I knew was I was going to do. I don't know exactly how it happened, but I became a well-known poet, and a well-known scientist. Stories about my nights at the museum were published, even though people thought them to be fiction. To this day I don't know whether my nights at the museum was just a bad (or good!) dream, or reality. But what I do know is that those museum nights made me, well, me - Albert Einstein!
I am stuck in a place,
That makes spooky critters weep.
I feel cramped, alone, and desperate,
And then upon me it will creep.
It will take over my body,
My mind and spirits too.
And just when you think it can't get any worse,
It will stick to me like glue.
Bravery.
I looked at this poem – which I had written so long ago – over and over again. Yes, I thought. It was bravery. I was too brave. But, I am glad that I was. Being brave had lead to a museum – where I became what I am today. You probably have no clue what I am talking about. You are also most likely wondering where I am. Well, I will tell you.
I am at the Withazoria Museum of Science. You may have gone to a museum for a field trip, as an adult, or just to have fun. Well, I went to the Withazoria Museum of Science because I had to. I was forced to. I needed to. I needed to go as badly as you would need to go and have a drink of water after 47 days in a desert!
Why I needed to go to a museum so badly, may be what you are wondering. Well, it was because I was brave - Too brave. So brave that I felt that I just had to go into a museum that nobody ever went into. You see, it was a very eerie museum. Nobody who went in ever came out. So, you see, I just had to go in, for better worse. You are probably very curious how I survived. Well, I will tell you.
Chapter 2 – The Museum Nights
When I was about 25 years old, I heard that there was an apartment space available next to the Withazoria Museum of Science! I was as excited as a boy who had just gotten his first bike! I had heard that it was a haunted museum, and I really wanted to go because I loved going on dangerous missions! But when I came to the museum, I was extremely disappointed. There were no million year-old cobwebs, or dinosaur fossils that come to life and eat you! It looked like an ordinary museum!
Then, it happened. The doors to the museum slammed behind me. I was the only living creature in the museum-or at least that's what I thought. Something didn't feel right. Whether it was that a 10 year-old science textbook was floating in mid-air or that I was getting out the paper and pen without even knowing it, I do not know. Then, the science textbook opened itself up to page 1. I, somehow, knew what I had to do. I answered all of the questions. When I finished, some of the questions that I had answered on my paper vanished, so I figured out that the Museum must be trying to tell me that I got them incorrect.
When I was hungry, I ate "dates" and "Sundays" off of the prehistoric calendar, and drank from the springs in the specially preserved 4,000 year old mattress.
Each day I had to go through the same process-until all of the questions were answered correctly. Then, I flipped the paper over and wrote a poem. It felt like torture – all of that learning. But, all of the time I was doing this, I felt that the animals around me in the museum were helping me answer the question correctly.
Chapter 3 - The Scientist
As I became smarter and smarter each day, I realized that the animals and the museum were not torturing me, they were actually helping me! When I finished answering all of the questions on day, I decided to have a look around the museum. I saw the polar bear who helped me with my problems on exhibit 6A, the hippo who helped me with homework on 5C, and the lion who helped me learn about lasers on 3B.
"Thank you!" I whispered to them. I turned to walk away.
"No problem!" They called back after me.
I rubbed my eyes and looked back at the exhibits. Everything looked like the way it had been before. I turned back around.
"Great scientists were here once, you know." I heard someone, or something say behind me.
I looked back, and all of the animals were all waving at me! WAVING AT ME! I waved back, and then I disappeared from the museum.
When I opened my eyes and found myself in my apartment, I knew was I was going to do. I don't know exactly how it happened, but I became a well-known poet, and a well-known scientist. Stories about my nights at the museum were published, even though people thought them to be fiction. To this day I don't know whether my nights at the museum was just a bad (or good!) dream, or reality. But what I do know is that those museum nights made me, well, me - Albert Einstein!
Monday, July 14, 2008
Spread Your Wings
Spread your wings,
Like a dove!
Hear the music, from above!
Just relax,
Like a bird,
In the air without a care!
Go and float,
Like a cloud,
Freely hopping, like a hare!
Like a dove!
Hear the music, from above!
Just relax,
Like a bird,
In the air without a care!
Go and float,
Like a cloud,
Freely hopping, like a hare!
One Sun Too Many!
Could a star shift and replace our sun?
Wouldn't it be cool if our sun could divide itself- we would have two suns! (If there were somehow suns on either side of the Earth, the time difference might change!!!)
Wouldn't it be cool if our sun could divide itself- we would have two suns! (If there were somehow suns on either side of the Earth, the time difference might change!!!)
Journey to the Center of the Earth!
Here are the chapters of "My Journey to the Center of the Earth".
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
The Game of Life
Never cheat, in the game of life,
In the game that everybody plays,
Wait your turn, and soon it will come,
For you will always be under god's gaze.
But you will lose a turn,
Or even get disqualified,
From the game of life that you are playing,
Always playing, always going by.
But always use your turns wisely,
Please don't slack off and quit!
Stay here on Earth, playing this game, and always do your best-
For this chance to roll may not come again.
In the game that everybody plays,
Wait your turn, and soon it will come,
For you will always be under god's gaze.
But you will lose a turn,
Or even get disqualified,
From the game of life that you are playing,
Always playing, always going by.
But always use your turns wisely,
Please don't slack off and quit!
Stay here on Earth, playing this game, and always do your best-
For this chance to roll may not come again.
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