Rain

    My winter boots started to drowned in shallow water, as walk along the farmers long greens grass. Suddenly. Big chuncks of gray cloud rolled in. Like little hard spikes, rain stormed down onto me, hitting the back of leg.

        Dashing  through the chilly cold weather, I crashed into one of the trees. “Ouch”, I yelled, “...these tress are in the way!”. , the great amount of rain, stopped. “Really...”,  I screamed out load, “...once I’m wet, and sore it stops!”.

The person is Will.I.am

Okay, I am back and ready to write about my next blog post. SO, do you have any idea who this special person might be? Do you? Do you? Well if you really don't know than here is the answer...

It's Will.I.am..

Yes, it is. He made a kind donation to my school, better known as Pt.england school. (P.E.S) Well not really it was actually to the Trust we all call Manaiakalani. It's a Trust supported by Telecom, helping us develop 1-1 netbook schools. Yeah, I know...it's cool.

Now, 10 schools, have a equivalent share of $100,000. TO support the children dreams...

Jackson Pollock

Jackson pollock was a very famous american painter. He also was a new yorker who loved art. It was obvious that his passion was to flick,  splatter, and create a chaotic mess on his sheet of paper. Not only it was a chaotic mess but it was an undefinable pecaie of art.

Like Jackson pollock my teacher wanted my class and I to copy his dign. So we ran outside like a bush of animals, wild, young and free.
Splattering the watery eky paint, I used my imagination to peak through the picture I had just created.

An old sweaking tree perparing for its worestest nightmare was just what I was imaging.