Reflection

1.A hero becomes a hero by helping people and always being there for them.

2.Project Description- What was the Hero in My Eyes project?
The hero in my eyes project was that we had to pick someone who we consider our hero. Then write an essay about why we consider them our hero.

3.Process- What steps did you take to get to the final product?
We had to do drafts and got together with our peers, so they can edit them. Then type the final one.

4.Reflection- What did you learn? What challenges did you encounter? What would you do the same or different? How will this help you later?
I learned that a hero isn't always someone who has powers. It can be anyone who does something for someone else.

My challenge was doing the Hero CS, I didn't really get how to do it.

What i would've done differently would be to probably add more detail to my final draft to make it more descriptive.

This would help me improve on my draft and also to improve my writing.

5.I used wonder because i asked myself those questions based on my hero essay.

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She Made Me Who I Am Today

“Careful!” Tania said. As she took away the lighter and told me, “That’s something you don’t play with.” I always wanted to have her black hair and her big black eyes. She has always been thin. Her big smile looked just like my mothers.

“Do you want me to pass you ingredients?” I asked, the sun shining through the windows and the birds on top of the houses. She was making me a chocolate cake.
“Pass me the milk and pay close attention on how you make it.”

Tania let me help her make the cake because my mom wasn’t home to do it. My mom was working, in fact she always was. I barely saw her when she got back from work for at least an hour, but that was at night. She worked everyday of the week. I wished I could spend more time with her, but she had to work. She had black curly hair and light brown eyes. She wasn’t skinny but either fat. She is just perfect to me. I wanted to tell her all the exciting things that happened at school, but I couldn’t, I had to tell my sister. She is only two years older than me. She acted like she was grown up. She has always been there for me. When I needed help in my homework, she was there. When I cried because I didn’t like the food she made that day, she was there making me something else so I would shut up.

I still loved my mom; I had to understand that if she could, she would be there doing all the things my sister was doing for me, but she couldn’t, she had to work for us. I loved them both the same. I couldn’t ask for anything else, I had everything. Two moms, that always helped me in everything. My sister made me who I am today. As soon as we were done making cake, we sat down and poured some milk in our cups, and started eating. It tasted like sweet chocolate milk. It was really warm and sugary.

I could see all the lights of the houses outside of the window. The air coming through the window gave my body chills. “Did you do anything exciting at your school today?” she asked me.
“Not really, the only exciting about today was this.” “I learned how to make chocolate cake, now I could make you one on your birthday.” I replied.
She laughed, “Well I’m glad you liked the cake, but now is time for you to go to bed.” She took me to my room and said, “Go to sleep ok? I have to go do my homework.”
“Ok, good night Thank you for everything.” I said.

She smiled and walked towards the computer to start on her homework. My sister was my everything. She taught me a lot of things. To me she had everything a hero has. It might not be powers like in the movies, she just had something special. To me she was my hero. I couldn’t be more proud of her. As I laid down staring into the ceiling I couldn't stop thinking about today. It was such an exciting day for me, she taught me something new. I was thrill to go to school and tell my friends what I had learned. My eyes half closed as everything started blurring out. I wanted to dream about making my sister the biggest chocolate cake on her birthday.

The Origin of Zero

I thought the articles were very interesting. I looked at the number zero as any other number. Both of the articles both talked about the cultures of zero. The exact origin of zero has not been yet pinpointed. In one of the articles a man named Fabonacci was said to have brought zero back from north Africa. It's still a mystery of who found zero.

In my opinion, I think it was more than one person who invented zero. I think the articles had really deep details about the number zero's expedition all over the world, and it included labeled maps to help you understand even more.

I really enjoyed reading both of this articles because i found really cool facts and background about zero.

The Special Day

Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath and walked towards were he was sitting. Her blonde straight hair swinging side to side as she was walking. Her green eyes were as green as the grass. She was wearing a black skirt with baby blue stripes on it. Angela was also wearing a white tank top. Her arms were an earthquake. Angela thought about how time never waits for anyone.
She decided to finally talked to the guy she has always had a crush on. She had being waiting centuries for this moment to come. She sat next to him in a bench that was at the bottom of a tree and said, “I always see you around and you’re always sitting here alone.” “My name is Angela by the way.”

“Hey my is Mario I always sit here because I love to just chill.” “I like you’re name, I see around too you seem like a really cool girl.”

Angela giggled, “Thank you you’re really cute and you seem like a really nice guy.” They talked for at least 20 minutes and all that was going through Angela’s head was how bad she wanted a date with him. When all of the sudden he asked her if she wanted to go out to dinner.

“I’ll love to,” she replied.

“Great, well here’s my number call me.” He grabbed her hand and gave her a piece of paper with his number on it. Angela was thrilled, she couldn't wait for dinner. She went back to class and told her friend the whole story.