By the time I was in sixth grade I could bound every country in the world from memory.
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Mrs. Martin
My favorite teacher,
Of all times,
Is my old sixth grade teacher.
She's known me,
Since I was small.
She's helped me,
With womework and love.
Sweet and nice,
Beautiful and friendly,
My old sixth grade teacher,
Will be my friend,
Til the end.
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When Paul and I were first friends, starting in the sixth grade and seventh grade, we would sing a little together and we would make up radio shows and become disc jockeys on our home wire recorder. And then came rock and roll.
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You see, I went to the sixth grade and that was the highest I ever went.
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My first dunk was actually in sixth grade.
quote by Vince Carter
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I taught sixth grade for three and a half years.
quote by Ed Bradley
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When I was in sixth grade, I wanted to become a priest.
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I think families are so great, because when you go home, no matter what you've accomplished in your life, you still are the person you were in sixth grade to them. You know, it never really changes.
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I grew up in Dallas, with cowboys. I was the only guy in sixth grade with long hair and an earring. Let's just say I got a lot of, er, flak for being different.
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Otis was inspired by a boy who sat across the aisle from me in sixth grade. He was a lively person. My best friend appears in assorted books in various disguises.
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I'm actually the last person to ask about school. I kinda ducked out at 12, before all that stuff might have happened. I left school after sixth grade and was basically home-schooled after that.
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God Bound Fallen Angels In The River Euphrates
From where is the dread trumpet call
blown, and at the command of who?
“The sixth angel sounded his shofar,
and I heard a voice from the four horns
of the gold altar before God” Revelation 9: 13
And what was the spoken order to the sixth angel?
“saying to the sixth angel, the one with the shofar, “Release the four
angels that are bound at the great river Euphrates! ”” Revelation 9: 14
And what woe were the bound fallen angels released to do?
“And they were released. These four angels
had been kept ready for this moment, for this
day and month and year, to kill a third of mankind; ” Revelation 9: 15
Thus are the days of the lesser and greater tribulation!
And so later
it came to pass,
in the time of
the pouring out,
on the earth, the seven
bowls; of God’s Fury.
At God’s command
the sixth angel
“poured out his bowl
upon the great river Euphrates,
and its water dried up,
in order to prepare the way
for the kings from the east.” Revelation 16: 12
The waters of life dried up!
What was revealed therein?
Released from waters of life!
“And I saw three unclean spirits
that looked like frogs; they came
from the mouth of the dragon,
from the mouth of the beast and
from the mouth of the false prophet.” Revelation 16: 13
And what
pray tell,
were the three
unclean spirits,
and what was
their purpose?
“They are miracle-working demonic spirits
which go out to the kings of the whole inhabited
world to assemble them for the War of the Great
Day of ADONAI-Tzv’ot (Lord of Hosts) . Revelation 16: 14
(the Lord of Sabaoth) – Lord of (heaven’s) armies
Lord of Hosts) Romans 9: 29 Just as Isaiah told us.
To gather them together to the war
of the great day of God the Almighty. Amen.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Quotations from Complete Jewish Bible, translation by David H. Stern
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Moving Up Scared
Anxiety running through my vines
Like in the colors of a chock rainbow
Being washed off the side walk
A little scared but not enough to show it
I take that big step on my own
You know the step from
I know I'm a little kid to
I'm a big kid now that I'm in Middle School
I slowly walk down the blue carpeted terrifying hall
They made it scary for a reason
Then I met you Breanna
On the first day within the first 10 minutes
Some how you saw right through
My brave little 11 year old mask
The overwhelming lack of security
That was now so present
Making me not think in the right sate of mind
The stories of horror that all those years
My sister has told me and all I can think of
Is complete terror that is invading my body
Walking in those double doors for the first time
Was one of the scariest things I had ever done in my 15 years
I thought I was going to cry
And then did when I heard your voice tell me that
You knew I was scared to go to high school
Just like the first day of sixth grade
And the last day of eighth grade year
You know you always knew
Now it came the year that we were all working for
The year where we see that our teachers
Really do know what they are talking about
Their not crazy old people after all
And we get what their talking about
Some of the pieces of the skeleton of our lives
Start to fall into place
The year where we discover who we
For sure don’t want to be
The year where we think we have it all together
The year where the 4.0 doesn’t matter as much any more
Cause this is the year that you have to figure out where your
Going to live in 6 months after it hits you
Oh no I have to do this year there is no more next year
There is barely a tomorrow
then when you realize that tomarrow is coming too quick
and you dont know how to slow the clock down
you really know that the year has came and you hate to say it
but you have to grow up and be the adult now that
mommy and daddy arnt going to be there picking up the slack
all to soon
The year where you look to your best friend from sixth grade
And you know she is just as scared as you
This time Breanna I knew your scared too
A year to learn to really learn
This year is senior year and here and there it's almost
Scaring me to death
P.S
As a senior teachers always ask me to give advice to underclassmen and my advice is this to have fun join a club and a sport if you can make high school an amazing experience don’t do anything you will regret latter. However most of all try in your classes I’m not saying 4.0 just try, try hard because when your friends, and family are not there for you your education is all you will have.
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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My Favorite Teacher
You helped me with math
You helped me with reading
Always there at your door with a friendly greeting
Oh how I will miss you!
I can not express how much I need you on a daily basis
You are so helpful
You are so kind
You are always there all the time
No longer a teacher but a companion
We had much fun in the classroom
Learning and shouting
And that's when it happened
A bond like no other
Not teacher to student,
But daughter to mother
You are the best
My sixth grade teacher
And I have to confess
You are my favorite
I will miss you so much
As the year ends
The time flew by
And we did not notice
But now as we stand here, two weeks away
I must say,
I was dreading this day.
poem by Laurena Rocks
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In sixth grade, my basketball team made it to the league championships. In double overtime, with three seconds left, I rebounded the ball and passed it - to the wrong team! They scored at the buzzer and we lost the game. To this day, I still have nightmares!
I Want Everyone To Like Me
I do want everyone to like me. thats why people get into show business. there have been times in my life where I wondered whether I was saying things I really thought or felt or meant, or wheth
Was saying things to make people like me. I first started worrying about it when I was in the sixth grade, and I still dont know the answer.
song performed by by Randy Newman
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Against Writing about Children
When I think of the many people
who privately despise children,
I can't say I'm completely shocked,
having been one. I was not
exceptional, uncomfortable as that is
to admit, and most children are not
exceptional. The particulars of
cruelty, sizes Large and X-Large,
memory gnawing it like
a fat dog, are ordinary: Mean Miss
Smigelsky from the sixth grade;
the orthodontist who
slapped you for crying out. Children
frighten us, other people's and
our own. They reflect
the virused figures in which failure
began. We feel accosted by their
vulnerable natures. Each child turns
into a problematic ocean, a mirrored
body growing denser and more
difficult to navigate until
sunlight merely bounces
off the surface. They become impossible
to sound. Like us, but even weaker.
poem by Erin Belieu
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Seven Layers of Heaven
touch,
sight,
taste,
hear,
smell
....
....
seven layers
of heaven
set in me
two more
layers
lost in
myself
clouded
in the views
cast by the world
heaven
comes in
seven
layers
so say hindus,
chinese,
buddhists,
even the muslims
and hell?
between
all
the senses
the heart
that torments
the doers
for
his misdeeds
the fugitive
who manages
to run away from
everybody
but not
the burning hell
of conscience
that pokes
at his top
making him bleed
at the heart
day and night
hell and heaven
bound in this
frame of
heart, soul
and mind
a living hell?
the heaven
in seven layers
the other two layers?
sixth sense?
seventh sense?
two puzzles
that wait
for an answer
hidden
in the realms
that circle
around me
i look into the sky
and journey
to the
eternal sphere
that joins me
to the moons, stars
try taking me
out of this world
and it sure looks different
feel different
a whole new world
the seventh sense
seventh heaven
the sixth?
the woman
who digs
deep into
layers of her own mind
to find the dates
of her own death
and exciting upcoming events
of the world, the tsunami
third world war,
end of the world
a nostradamus
a hell in between all these?
the scorn
from bigots
two layers
of heaven that got lost
in me
covered by
the clouds
five is perhaps
a more lucky number
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Come As You Are (LP Version)
Come As You Are"
Come, as you are. As you were.
As I want you to be. As a friend.
As a friend. As an old enemy. Take your time.
Hurry up. The choice is yours. Don't be late.
Take a rest. As a friend. As a old memory, memory, memory, memory.
Come. Dowsed in mud. Soaked in bleach.
As I want you to be. As a trend. As a friend.
As an old memory, memory, memory, memory.
And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun.
Memory, memory, memory, memory (don't have a gun).
And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun. Memory, memory...
song performed by by Nirvana
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The Receiver
Your Pacific urges,
crack through old technology
marine-drenched cables
and the international telephonic corridors
of epic, sonic, optic rush and pause
conducting and over-lapping,
delaying the sound of rain
in the background
where you live
slowing the drops to a sixth of a second.
And my Atlantic urges,
to say a not yet obsolete
brief prayer or
other kind of
organic weather balloon
to throw another skipping stone
back through that
creacking hallway of sequences
no longer affected by zone or country
ascending
from my mouth
to your ear
bouncing like sonar
on to the firmament
waiting to be received
in heaven as it is in the ocean:
bound together again
at exactly the same time.
poem by Eli Spivakovsky
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the boy at Laoy
the boy is selling
charcoal
the teacher marks
him absent
from school
another boy cannot
make it this year
for graduation in his
sixth grade
his mother is in
the house resting
as she just delivered
a new baby girl
the boy has to buy
her food
a chicken soup
to warm her guts
his father died
two months ago
lost in the sea
the typhoon came
without notice
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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