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Pilgrimage - A Sienan Escapade

March 5,2018 It was a Monday morning when i woke up and excitedly packed up my stuff, food and accessories alike, sipped my cup of coffee and traveled a fair distance. As the cool morning wind passed by through my hair, i imagined the sweet breeze of my travel into the different locations we are destined to. At first stop, we arrived at the Siena College of Quezon City. We were astounded by the different culture presented to us by the congregation of the sisters. They presented to us the relics and artifacts preserved from the old times. Rosaries, chalices and even the trahe de boda used in ceremonies were there and preserved. We were also toured inside the school premises and we enjoyed the beautiful scenery that the school offered to us. It is a perfect place for learning and the deserved compliments are beyond words. In our next destination, we arrived at the Santo Domingo Church where we were presented with a beautiful fresco. The church is big and endows a small museum that exhibits relics and artifacts. It is a solemn place for praying and contemplation. We also arrived at the University of Santo Tomas where we stopped for lunch. The school ground is enormously huge and as to be expected, it bestows grand and outstanding facilities. After our meal, we proceeded to the museum located in the main building. We were amazed by the variety of what we can see, it is truly a feast for the eye. It offers an exhibits for biology, arts, architectural templates and art gallery. It is a great opportunity for any students. Finally, we arrived at the Santa Catalina College, the oldest in Siena schools. We were presented by a small exhibit of original documents and relics. It is the home of a true Dominican student. The pilgrimage was beyond comparison and we learned so much from an 12-hour trip. I am glad that i did not waste the opportunity to learn and enjoy the places with my friends and classmates. It showed me the essence of being a Catholic student in a Siena community.

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Autoboigraphy

I was born on a warm, sunny day in March) in Caloocan. I still live in Caloocan and I go to school at Divine Grace School. I live with my mom, Elisha; my brother, Kyle and my Father Frederick. When I was born, my brother was 13 years old and loves me. Kyle is a sweet kid and he would do anything for me, but like all brothers and sisters we fight like cats and dogs. Sometimes when no one was around, Kyle would come up to me and punches my shoulder for no reason. I still love him but only because he is my brother.

Who I am in life.

My name is Keith Alcantara. I started school when I was three-years-old. I went to grade 1 through sixth grade at Golden Link College and while I was there, I had many friends.. Then I attended Divine Grace School, and there I also had many friends :. I am now a grade 7 at Divine Grace School. I plan on finishing school and maybe going to a community college. There I will try to accomplish my dreams.

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Ok!, already done and now's the time to make the last thing, the autobiography

The Wise And Patient Caveman

There was once a very, very big mountain where there were lots of trees and bushes. It was also the home of a group of humans thatlived in caves dug out of the mountain rock. In fact, there were two families there. One lived in a grey-coloured cave, the other in a greenish cave (which was due to the type of rock). Naturally, they were known as the Greys and the Greens.

The Greys had a father, a mother and a fourteen-year-old son called Peter, while the Greens had a father, a mother, a four-year-old boy and a wise old grandfather.

The two families sometimes ate together, when they would talk about the mountain trees and how to fell them to obtain the wood with which to make fire and heat. One time, Peter felt he was ready to join the conversation. The wise grandfather listened intently to the young man, because Peter believed that the trees were there to be felled, and that it didn’t matter if they were replanted or not because they took so long to grow back.

Once Peter had given his opinion, the wise grandfather told him this: “Nature is patient, and we humans must be patient too,” and he proposed a challenge: “I’m going to shave all my hair off, and we shall see what nature does to maintain the balance on my head. Come and see me in a month.”

Young Peter couldn’t understand what on earth the grandfather meant by this, and went home none the wiser.

The wise grandfather from the Greens waited exactly one month inside the cave for Peter to come. He knew that all he needed was patience for his hair to grow back, and to teach the boy a lesson.

At the end of the month, Peter entered the Green cave and was surprised to see the grandfather with a full head of hair again. But he understood the grandfather’s message, and said: “Thank you, Grandfather Green, I’ve learned a lot from you. You have taught me two things: the first is that we must look after our natural resources in order to continue using them, for example by replanting the trees we have cut down. The second is that I must be more patient with nature and try to learn from it.”

THE END

Chatty Summer

Once upon a time, there was aseason called summer who loved the sun. He loved it so much that he spent all day talking to it. The sun was his best friend, and summer was the nicest companion the sun could wish for, too.

All day long the sun was bored, for all it had to do was shine upon the Earth’s surface and not much else. So he was happy when summer came to talk to him, and passed the time pleasantly.

One summer’s day on the beach, when all the swimmers were enjoying a beautiful cloudless day and the sun was casting its rays on thesand, summer started chatting to him without stopping (as was usual!).

Seeing that the sun was very distracted by summer, a cloud sneaked up and hid behind the sun – and the sky began to darken. The people on the beach looked up and began to leave, gathering up their beach umbrellas and towels. There didn’t seem to be any sun, you see, and that’s why the people went home.

By the time the sun finally realised, everyone had left the beach. He was very sad, and thought that he had done a bad job. Summer quickly realised what had happened and apologised, telling the sun: “Oh, sun, I’ll never distract you while you’re working ever again. I know talking so much isn’t a good thing, so from now on I won’t be such a chatterbox. Your work is very important and you do it very well. It was all my fault!”

But the sun understood and forgave him, and summer never again distracted the sun when he was working.

THE END

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The Monkey And The Rocks

There was once a monkey calledMonty who lived on an island that was largely inhabited by othermonkeys. The most important scientists on the planet had figured out that climate change would affect this island very badly, almost sinking it completely.

So each of the monkeys decided to build a house on the highest part of the island to protect themselves from the floods on the day the disaster would come. Monty had designed his house to withstand a very big flood, and this required very big rocks.

All the monkeys built their houses in just one day, and then spent the rest of their time playing cards and enjoying their new homes. They all laughed at Monty, because while they had already built their houses, Monty had only drawn some plans. But Monty was convinced that his house could survive any floodand although it might take a long time to build, it was worth the wait.

So Monty moved only one big stone a day, which meant that his house took shape very slowly and the other monkeys continued to laugh at him. But Monty didn’t care, and went on building his house stone by stone.

After a few months, when the other monkeys had got tired of playing cards, Monty finished his house and very proudly threw a big party to which heinvited all the monkeys on the island.But on the very day of the party, the sea level rose without warning and all the monkeys hid in their houses in fright. But Monty declared: “Monkeys of the island! I have prepared for this flood, and you all have a place in my new home. Whilst you were laughing at me, I was building a house that would protect us all from this great flood. Come in and you will find your rooms at the end of the corridor.” All the monkeys were amazed and went into the house.

And that was how Monty and all the monkeys watched the big flood destroy all the other houses except Monty’s. Then the island monkeys understood thatMonty was the most intelligent of them all, as well as the kindest-hearted and most generous, for he had wanted to save them all from the flood without expecting anything in return.

THE END

Colin, The Spanish Cucumber

Once upon a time, there was a cucumber called Colin who had been born on one of the beautifulfields in southern Spain. Colin the cucumber had been in the earth for many days since he was just a little seed – until today, the day he was picked by the farmer.

Each of the cucumbers grown all over Spain are closely examined, then sorted out and packaged to be shipped out later. That’s how Colin and his cucumber friends were going to get to the supermarkets and from there to people’s homes.

Together with the other cucumbers from his field, Colin was placed in a box by the farmer and put into a refrigerated van to be transported to Germany, for Spanish cucumbers are very popular there.

When the cucumbers arrived in Germany, Pablo the truck driver unloaded them into a warehouse that the Germans had prepared for storing the vegetables. Suddenly Colin felt something sting him, but he couldn’t see who it was…

The next day, Colin and his friends had to go through a room where the quality of the cucumbers was checked. A very serious looking man noticed Colin, examined him for a few minutes and then declared: “This cucumber is contaminated! It can’t be eaten.”

On the other side of the window, the little mosquito that had been in the German vegetable warehouse – the very same one that had stung Colin – was laughing his head off.

Colin quickly realised that that mosquito was to blame for everything that had happened. But the German cucumber checker was so angry that he warned all the shops not to buy Spanish cucumbers, so they didn’t.

After a few days, they found the mosquito trying to bite some tomatoesthat had just arrived. It was then that the German buyers realised that the problem wasn’t because of the Spanish farmers, and that they had been too hasty in judging the Spanish cucumbers.

THE END

Lewis And The Grey Smoke

There was once a little boy of 6 years old called Lewis. One day, as he was looking out of the car window on his way to school, he discovered that a large mass of grey smoke was forming just above his dad’s car.

Somewhat alarmed, Lewis looked at the other cars on the road to find out if they too had a cloud of grey smoke chasing them. To Lewis’ surprise, all the carstravelling on the motorway had the grey smoke hovering around them.

So Lewis asked his father: “Dad, what’s that grey smoke above our cars?” Lewis’ father was a little surprised by the question, but answered: “Well, Lewis,it’s called pollution.”

“Pollution? What’s pollution?” asked Lewis, waiting intrigued for his father’s answer.

“Well, for example, it’s that grey smoke you can see above our cars. Cars that run on petrol or diesel give off gasses into the atmosphere, which are very bad for all living beings and the planet too. Today you can see a lot of the grey smoke because it hasn’t rained for a long time,” answered his father.

Lewis spent a while pondering on this, and began to put two and two together. If the grey smoke was bad, and it was all because of cars, then why were there so many cars on the road?

“Dad,” said Lewis slowly, “If the grey smoke is pollution and is bad for us, why are we going to school in a car?”

“So I can get to work on time, son. The bus or metro would make us late,” answered his father.

From that morning, Lewis couldn’t stop thinking about why people used the car so much. Not quite satisfied with his father’s answer, one day at break he went to talk to his geography teacher.

“Sir, can I ask you a question?” asked Lewis and the teacher nodded.

“Why do people use cars so much if it causes all that grey smoke?” Lewis asked.

“By grey smoke, I suppose you mean pollution, Lewis?” said the teacher.

“Yes,” he replied.

“Well you’re right, Lewis. People should use public transport more often to get to school, work or other places. That way we’d help the grey smoke disappear from cities and help look after the environment. What do you think, Lewis?” asked the teacher.

So that afternoon when Lewis’ father came to pick him up from school, he told him: “Dad, we should come to school by bus tomorrow. If there isn’t enough time, we’ll just get up early and that way we’ll help look after the environment.”

And that was how Lewis taught his father that it was very important to reduce the amount of grey smoke in the world. Not to mention that every single person could help just by swapping the car for the bus. And from that day on, Lewis and his father always travelled to school and work by bus.

THE END

The Little Tanned Crab

Once upon a time there was a crab that lived on a beach in southern Spain. The other crabs called him Croqui, because he loved to cover himself in the sand, a bit like a croquette.

Croqui loved sunlight and whensummer came he went mad about getting the best place on the beach to sunbathe. He was always very tanned, but he never listened to the older crabs’ advice.

The adult crabs always told him to put on sun cream to stop himself from getting sunburnt on his shell, but he would say that it wouldn’t do him any harm.

One splendid hot summer’s day, Croqui was sunbathing when suddenly he began to smell burning. “What could that be?” he thought. Then he realised thatsmoke was coming from one of his claws, and that it was scorched. So he raced into the sea to cool off.

After emerging from the water, Croqui saw the burns on his claw and realised that if he had listened to the older crabs, he would never have got burned.

Croqui learned that you have to be very careful on the beach, and that every time we go swimming we must put more cream on so that we don’t end up like Croqui the tanned crab.

THE END

The Lion And The Wind

There was once a very special lioncalled Simba who lived on the African savannah. Simba would play in the plains, running and jumping with his friends the leopards and other lions in the area. Simba had a very special gift, for every time he roared he created such a strong wing it seemed like a hurricane.

On the savannah whereSimba lived there were lots of kinds of animals: giraffes, elephants, hyenas, etc. and even though it wasn’t a particularly green place, there were lots of species of tree and plants.

One day, as Simba was playing with his friends, they saw enormous machines destroying part of the plain by digging into the earth. “The humans are building oil wells…” said one of the wisest lions.

Day by day, the men built more and more oil wells, destroying the local naturein the process.

Simba had fewer and fewer friends with whom to play, and fewer plains in which to run about, and he knew that it was the men that were causing it all.

So he decided to ask the wisest lion in the area for a solution. The wise old lion said: “The only solution is for the men to stop using petrol, and use renewable energies such as wind instead…”

That gave Simba an idea, and he decided to help one of the most powerfulrenewable energies in the world: wind power. So he went round all the countries in the world roaring with all his might to create a great wind that would help men use more renewable energy. In the end, Simba succeeded in getting mankind to stop using petrol, and the African savannah recoveredcompletely.

THE END

The Ham Sandwich At The Beach

Once upon a time, there was aham sandwich called Sandy, who was taken to the beach in a bagevery summer. But Sandy was fed up because every time she went she would get covered in sand, particularly when there was a lot of wind. Not even bags could prevent it from happening.

The ham sandwich usually went to the beach with her friend thetomato, who also thought the same thing – the beach was disgusting!

One day, a little girl realised that the ham sandwich and the tomato were suffering from all the sand and said to her parents: “Mum, dad, don’t you see that every time you bring sandwiches and tomatoes to the beach, they get filled with sand? It’s our food and it deserves respect!”

To the family’s complete astonishment, the ham sandwich suddenly began to talk and said: “Parents, you should be proud of your daughter. She is able to put herself in someone else’s shoes, and that’s very important. I am food, so I deserve respect, and I especially don’t need to have sand all over me!”

From that day on, the parents wrapped up their sandwiches and tomatoes in bags, but made sure they were well sealed so that no sand would get in.

And that was how they learned that they must respect food, and that it’s important to put yourself in someone else’s shoes, for that is calledempathy.

THE END

Fleur And The Photosynthesis

Once upon a time, there was a white daisy called Fleur who lived in a very big field full of other daisies. All the plants had a very important function in life, and that was to perform photosynthesis.

Fleur was a very young plant, but she was also very intelligentbecause from the moment she was born she never stopped observing the actions of a yellow daisy that lived beside her.

One day, when she was just a little daisy, Fleur asked the yellow flower: “Yellow daisy, what’s photosynthesis? The other plants say that’s what we do.” And the yellow daisy answered: “Well, photosynthesis is when we plants absorb the light from the sun and water from the ground to feed ourselves and grow. That way we also help the nature maintain its balance.”

“But how do we help it maintain its balance? What exactly do we do?” Fleurasked, for she was very curious.

“Well, the plants on the ground are in charge of taking in a gas called carbon dioxide from the atmosphere and breathing out another gas called oxygen. That’s how our stalks and trunks and branches and leaves grow. In the sea, the algae and seaweed does the same. And that’s how humans have enough oxygen to breathe and live.” And that was how Fleur understood what photosynthesis was and what it was for.

THE END

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Already done with poems. Now i'll deal with short stories

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