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Politicians make polls to ask questions to the public to chose different options.
I thought that our Glogsters were at the difficult end of technology testings of new websites because we had many technological difficulties.This definitely opened my eyes to super-stressed moments consistently in a row.Making the signs weren't that hard, but getting them on the glogster was very difficult.I hope you enjoy my glog that I worked hard on.Making the items took us a very long time to do though.
Today we went to a historical reenactment at Olive Mary - Stitt.It was quite fun.We learned many things like , wig makers are also, teeth pullers, shavers, leech workers ,and wig powderer.
Everybody had different jobs. For example there was a wig maker, a teacher, ranger, and also a scout. A wig maker makes wigs for the men and women.For example, they are often made of human hair, goat hair, horse hair, sheep hair.
We also met a German wood crafter named Zebalia. He showed us some of his tools to make wood items.
Today we learned out about how insulators work.We took a plastic bag and filled it with many other items that are insulators.Socks aren't the best insulators , but bubble wrap is amazing because with the small air within the plastic it provides another layer of insulation. I don't know what is the best ,but I hope ours is the number one insulator.Our graph shows that our hot probe started to drop consistently throughout the time, but it only dropped 3.56 degrees in 20 minutes of experimentation.
Snap!Crack!Rustle!Their is a commotion in the bushes.Coelyr is walking through the forest.he just snapped a stick.
"Who goes their?" he questions to thin air.
Rustle!Rustle1Coelyr unsheathes his sword made by the guardians of Contech.
Out hops a small gorgon dressed in dirty rags.It has a large nose, gargoyle shaped body and scrawny little legs.His feet were webbed for swimming.
"Where are you heading?"It asked
"I am going to the small town of Bethelite.What are you?" I retort.
'I come from a distant land.My name is....." he paused for dramatic affect "Mike.Mike the Gorgon King."
"You don't look like a king to me."I ask.
"The reason of this is far to complex for your simple mind." he said grudgingly.
"I happen to be the leading knight in the academy!"I bellowed.He was shocked.The Academy is almost impossible to get into.
"Okay, so here's what happened.I was a proud king.To proud to be exact. That pride turned to arrogance.Many noticed that too. So two days ago my head of militia, challenged me to a duel.I tragically fell to my knee's, begging for mercy.He left me with nothing.Nothing at all." he told me sorrily.
Hello reader! This Ryan M. here. I was born Oct. 3 2001! I am 11 years old! I started writing in my preschool years and haven't stopped yet! Try writing a story just like me. BYE!!!!!!!!!!