The atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima because the U.S  wanted the Japanese to surrender. They thought the war was lasting too long. The atomic bomb was dropped on August 6th,1945. Along with the bombing on Hiroshima, we also dropped one on Nagasaki. When the bombs that were dropped were not necessary to ending the war. The bombing showed the power of the U.S along with their stupidity. These bombings were too far.

By the end of the bombing on Hiroshima, the skies were no longer colored black. fighting their enemy and praying for their survival, the U.S got through it all. President Harry Truman was fed up. He did not want to risk any more lives of the American soldiers. Truman told the United States military that if the Japanese had not surrendered, then we must bomb Hiroshima. For Truman, the long war was not only very long, but exciting. Exciting being able to use a weapon that would be the first to be used in the world. The U.S knew that if the Japanese did invade, then we would not only struggle to fight them to get it back, but we would have a bad reputation. That bomb was the only way President Truman saw a way to avoid an invasion. Continue reading →

Because I could not stop Anna, she sadly stopped me

My self control had blown away and I knew it was up to me

To face my fears and let it go so everyone would know

My powers, strong and bold

Striking Anna in the heart

I would have tried to stop my powers

But I did not know how

The chilling center of her heart was growing so much more

Anna is my sister, i must give back to her

A gust of wind blows across my face and carries her to me

I hug her frozen soul and cry

My tears turn to ice and plop on the snow

I look up sad, seeing her face

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I found a small fledgling thin and weak

On a palm tree branch making little tweets

Like a soft butterfly floating in the breeze

Awakened by sounds of other creatures

Opening its eyes, beaming the bright light above

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Most grandparents are loving,

But not any are like you

You treat me like your own child

Spoiling me with gifts and hugs

Playing cards with me and always winning

All of this comes from your heart

Filled with gold and love,

Baking the sweetest treats like cookies and cherry pie

Your stories from your childhood, are just between me and you

My companion I shall follow

Driving me to my favorite stores, and listening to music in the car

You have the biggest smiles and the longest laughs

I am one lucky granddaughter

To have grandparents like that…

I LOVE MY GRANDPARENTS.

What was it like in 7th grade?

Do you know anyone who was in WWII?

What did they do?

Do you remember anything about it?

What did you study in college?

What was your favorite subject?

How did you get your job?

What inspired you to get that job?

What was your favorite thing about school?

Was your 7th grade teacher really strict?

Is there any special dish you loved as a kid?

What was something you loved to do as a kid?

What was your middle school year experience like?

The Harlem Renaissance is the time when thousands of African Americans moved to the North. They moved there because blacks’ were dominated and treated with cruelty. This migration was a big step in the Harlem Renaissance. It was called, the “Great Migration”. This movement lasted from the 1920’s to 1960’s.

The art, music, photography, jazz, and literature were some of the main roles played at this time. Because of the African Americans creating all of this, they proved to others that they were just as equal as all. The thousands of blacks that moved to the North, were attracted to the low prices of lifestyle, and the easy acceptance of jobs. The blacks migrated to places such as; San Francisco, New York City, New Orleans, and Northern New Jersey. This is the point of time when they started to prove to the whites, that their freedom is not one’s options, and that they are to be treated equal.

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I am me. I am strong and I know that the other birds know that. I’m a blue-gray dove. I soar high and my wings grow wide. But the others speak with sorrow and regret. I stay strong. My brain and heart tell me to be positive. This is how I make the world a better place.

My wings fly higher than jungle trees, higher than, the world can ever imagine. I soar past the sun and smile at the moon. When I soar past the other birds, they are still sad, and broken winged. In their minds the city is still. But they haven’t gone to the moon and back. They haven’t breathed the air that the mountains provide. Their wings are aging, and they still don’t live their life to the fullest. But I do… Because I think positive.