Sonnet 18

Posted on May 31st, 2007 in poem by iane
SONNET 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

Accomplishment

Posted on May 24th, 2007 in essay by iane

  Honor roll was one of my proudest moments for three straight marking periods. At first I struggled with my grades, keeping them up above an “A” average. My dad said it was a possibility that I couldn’t wrestle if I didn’t get my act together. So that actually gave me a reason to pay attention and finish everything with my best effort. After a while I kind of got in the groove where I just turned in good work and for that I was on honor roll for 3 years. If I didn’t understand something I asked for help from the teacher to better understand the subject.

In sixth grade this would have never happened because it was just to easy and flew through everything and just got in the habit of not asking for help and that really messed me up now. The only thing I struggled with was language arts because i just did not like the teacher because she wouldn’t help if you asked for it and kind of ignored us. Every other teacher was wonderful and that helped everyone out and appreciate coming to school everyday.

Seventh grade was a whole lot better because I thought I was challenged more and I liked all my teachers and the way they taught. They would explain everything to me and made sure I was always on task and not messing around with one of my friends. I improved a lot of my academic skills in seventh grade

and many other accomplishments came that year. I also was inducted into honor society  because of my grades and that just topped the tank.

I am currently still on the honor roll and have been receiving some of my best grades of the year and loving every minute of it. Thank you to everybody who has helped me accomplish this task.

  

mom poem

Posted on May 17th, 2007 in poem by iane

                               Love

By Ian Eckrote

 

Her hands coarse from a long day at work

 

Saving animals with the medicine she makes

 

Loving, raising us children, never letting anything harm us

 

Always comfortable always caring

 

Remembering her mother teaching her to cook and clean

 

Cleaning the house to a showroom fashion

 

Putting our lives before hers

 

 Never giving up on us.