Leg End

Coop Parents & Teachers: I would like to give a HUGE THANK YOU to all of our teachers. Each of you selflessly invested hours preparing the materials for your classes and has made educating our children a priority; we would not have such a wonderful and successful coop without you!! THANK YOU TEACHERS!! Parents, I would like to thank each of you for making our coop the success it has become. It truly is a blessing being part of your children’s life. It is a privilege and warms my heart when the

Background Information: The combination class that I chose to teach this lesson consist of eight boys and six girls, ranging in ages from fourteen to twenty. All attend Jefferson High School in Los Angeles Unified School District. All have varies disabilities ranging from mild to moderate autism, to Down syndrome, and Cerebral Palsy that ranges from mild to severe with two students in wheel chairs. Generally, all students are excited and willing to participate in most activities. Their present level

sweating, my legs are shaking, but then I hear my conscience saying, “Win.” I was in the car feeling like my head is going to explode thinking questions like “Are we going to win? How big are they? Are they any good?. I asked “ Are we there yet.” My Aunt Dorie replied “ In about 20 minutes or so.” I hate car rides. But, anyway I’m still playing soccer my favorite sport. When we get there I step into the smooth bright grass feeling like the tin man in the wizard of oz barely bending my legs. Seeing

Did you know that there is something in the United States called the American Kitefliers Association? And there’s something called competitive stunt kiting. As you might expect, the people who compete in stunt kiting competitions are interesting folks. At Collectors Weekly, they’ve got a profile of Richard Dermer. He is a pizza shop owner and kite-collector. The walls of Dermer’s pizza joint are covered in kites from all over the world. That is impressive enough. But it’s not his only accomplishment

Project Write-Up Unlike most studies and tests that measure and examine jumping ability and leg muscle power, the vertical jump test is extremely inexpensive to conduct. Although the vertical jump test is simple, easy, and quick to perform, there are numerous disadvantages to the test as well. In the vertical jump test, an individual is asked to attempt to touch the wall at the highest point of their jump. When the individual jumps, their technique and form play a large role in maximizing their

Kaila Passmore Core 2 Mrs. Ball Peg Kehret Grit and Greatness What would you do if you became paralyzed? That’s the question that Peg Kehret had to ask herself. Grit is the perseverance, determination, courage, of a person. Peg Kehret wrote the book “Small Steps the year I got polio”. It is the autobiography of her life. Peg Kehret needed to have grit because, she got diagnosed with polio, and became paralyzed from her neck

exposing the claustrophobia I did not know I had. But before I even had time to think, I went plunging under. The tepid salt water instantly enveloped me, and within seconds I floated back to the top. I was mystified by what may be lurking beneath my legs, which were plowing back and forth to keep me up straight. I immediately began to disregard the heavy gear I modeled so gauchely,

wanted me I was 5’5 and had brown hair with blonde highlights when out in the sun for long. It came to about my shoulders and would be longer if it wasn’t curly. I had blue eyes and an average face. My best quality is my lips, they are full and pink. My legs shook with anticipation of the run I didn’t want to shift because I wanted to get into the territory before getting detected. My wolf was white with blue eyes and had a tribal mark on my face which was black I don’t know why

As she stands at the entrance debating weather to go down or to see if the light will flicker off on its own she’s reminded by the tales her brother used to tell of the women who strives in the dark, cold basement. Gently she starts to ascend the steep, concrete, dusty stairs, feeling her way on the rough, stone walls to the light. Getting further and further away from the warm. bright hall the hair on the back of her neck stands, as the loud click of the door echoes behind her. Frantically trying

“Carrol, is the casserole done yet? I’m starving. I haven’t eaten since 5:30.” “It’s 5:45 now,” said Carrol. She bent down and gave a small piece of chicken to their cat, Lucky. “Exactly,” said Ben through his wrinkly cracked lips, “I still haven’t filled up my second stomach yet,” earning a grin from gray-haired Carrol, across the kitchen, leaning on the counter. Carrol smiled and replied, “We still have Alice to wait on. Oh, I’m so excited. We haven’t seen her in so long.” She was interrupted