enough ice cream cones on his side, he went on his mission to find Frosty. He wasn’t sure what he would do once he found Frosty. All he know was that he needed his magical top hat They were travelling through the snow, then they saw a large white figure with a black thing on top. Knowing that it must be Frosty they made a lot of snowballs and waited for Frosty to pass by them so they could attack. Once he finally walked by them, they all launched the snowballs at him. One of the snowballs his Frosty’s top hat, causing it to fall to the ground, and that made Frosty lose his magical powers. When they arrived back at Jenna’s fruit loop rainbow house with the top hat. The niceice cream cone told all the other ones about how what they did was wrong and over time it convinced them to give back the hat to Frosty. The evil ice cream cone did everything he could to stop them, but he was unsuccessful. Once the ice cream cones returned from giving Frosty his hat back. The evil one got extremely mad at them for betraying him .. The ice cream cones fought for hours over this, and eventually threw the evil one outside and locked the door. Because of that the evil ice cream cone melted. Briana Dillard 8th Grade Silver Baptist Academy Mrs. Woodson
Taking the ACT Nervousness was taking its toll on me. It's been half of a year since I received the invitation in the mail. But today was the day. What was Duke thinking, asking me to take the ACTs? They 're on something. I'm only in seventh grade. As my mother was driving me to Central, she asked, "Nervous?" No, not at all. I'm just taking a test collages usually require for admission. Did I mention I will be surrounded by high schoolers? "Yes," I reply. "Don't worry." Right. "It's not like it counts." A few moments later, we arrived. I've only been inside the structure once. It's big, with small, cramped hallways. I walked into the room in which the test would be taken after checking in. As I come to my seat, the nervous feeling in my stomach drains away. You can do this. You're an honors student. Get a grip, will you? It'll be fine. I barely have time to think this thought, because the teacher was launching into the pre-test speech. Four hours to go, B. You can do this. Look, the first section is Reading/Language Arts. This is your strongest subject ... Finished. At least with section one. I look down and check my watch. Ten minutes to go. I don't care what they say. I'm not checking my answers. I did good to finish it. Math. I saw that one coming. Watch me. I'll get like a two or something on this. Why do they grade it with numbers up to thirty-six, anyway? Why not -The math section began. What the crap?!?!? What is this mess?!? Radars, graphs, equations, you name it, and I promise you it's in that booklet, written in black and white. That made my confidence surge lower than it already was. But I continued on. I answered as honestly as I could for about three-fourths of the problems. I thought I did exceptionally well.
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