Book Report On Eric Ross

I looked over the syllabus. It looks great! It's a great start. I like the Kahoot idea (I can help you!)! As of right now the only IEP student that is coming to 11th grade is Stephen Ross. Stephen is very independent and goes very well in class. The only accommodation that Stephen has is extended time (1 day). The rest of my IEP students are going to the CTC. As a whole group, (the students that I was with in class with) the biggest issues that we had with them was completing their work and applying themselves. They had the "I Don't Care" attitude. Hopefully, they are better as 11th graders or they attend the CTC. :)

Jay Williams had it all going for him, he was in the situation every kid dreams of being in. A young Jay would play in his backyard and pretend he was making the game winning shot. And unlike most kids, he kept making them. He kept making shots until one day he was the best. Jay Williams became an NCAA champion at the University of Duke, and was a two-time national player of the year. Mr. Williams was drafted number-two overall in the 2002 NBA Draft. He had the chance to play with the legend, Michael Jordan for one season with the Chicago Bulls before he was involved in a tragic motorcycle accident. Jay Williams could no longer walk; His playing days had come to an instant end.

It was an early morning. I was taking my normal routine to go to the store. I woke up, got dressed, made myself some breakfast, and headed out. It was a cold morning in Cleveland, but I should’ve expected it, it was December. Ignoring the cold and bitter air, I walked to the bus stop.

The room reminded of the Hogwarts hall--so many students and so many things to eat. We were served quality food as we sat with our group mates. I was the quiet kid chomping on my pizza. Ace sat next to me--I just had bad luck--and talked to Samantha. Everyone seemed really excited to see the special guest here today.

The day started off with me waking up and going to Boston for breakfast. Whenever I drive up to Boston I usually eat dim sum and I get the same thing every time I go. I took it upon myself to try something I wouldn’t normally try if I had a meal or went to any restaurant

The day has just begun, after the hibernation in the small cottage hotel room. Plunk of brightness blanketed the whole trees and soil which revealed some small black creatures carrying small picks of food from the ground, to their nest. The color of the lively lizard blended into the soil. Rich aroma of the breakfast tickled my nose of crispy bread that smelled like it just has been freshly baked, mellow juice squeezed from the raw fruit of sour orange, sugary desserts of sweet and bitter chocolate, and millions of freshness. Dishes were clinking, clanking and clogging around, forks, knives and spoons were playing jazz. Regardless that it’s already past dawn.

I glanced over my him and saw his grimaced face. I swiftly attempted to change the subject. I decided to ask him about work, and he asked me how I was enjoying city life. We went back and forth with these pleasantries for about an hour, my responses growing shorter with each passing minute.

After I finish up my cocoa puffs, I chug down the creamy brown milk. I walk over and put my nice shiny shoes on. One glance at the clock, and I’m running out of my apartment. It’s 7:15, I have to be at work at 7:30.

Today I woke up to a warmer clear sky, feeling lethargic i got ready to meet up with Dena. She gave me another lesson on starting a business at the coffee shop and it felt like dashavoo. We did some more interior design stuff, as to what flooring was going to be put in the restaurant. It was a little boring just because we had done a lot of the same stuff last week I pushed through and faked a lot of enthusiasm. We bought some sample tiles and tested them out at Naples. Dena said that I was going to get to meet the Interior designer soon, so I’m really looking forward to meet her.

I came across the coffee shop that he was in. I went inside. "Welcome.", the lady said at the counter as I walked in.

Twice his first wife died during his 2nd trip to Europe, and his 2nd wife died in a house fire.He also had six kids five lived to be an adult.

He couldn’t help it and sobbed with tears. These recollections were so immense, his anguish so upsetting that it consumed every emotion contained by him.

I hate awkward situations so I kind of just started talking. At first it was nothing profound or deep but as he questioned me about what I was saying, I had to go more in depth with it.

By the time he'd finished, however, I'd managed to regain control of myself and suggested he come in to see me right away to discuss what had happened.

The sunrise was magnificent, the birds chirped, the train creaked to a stop, and I gathered my few possessions and made my way downtown. There was a chill in the air, I had never been to a place so cold in the spring; in Texas the spring is much warmer. It was a good thing I had allowed my rugged beard to grow, for I would be much colder without the shaggy blanket covering my face. I wandered further into town, it was much more desolate than I am used to. There were abandoned shops lining the street and there was a small store that seemed open. As I got closer the shop on the corner, I realized it said “Luna’s Coffee Shop and Café.” I decided I was willing to spend the limited money I had on a warm refreshment.