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New Youtube Video: Vlog: The Washington DC Vlogs: The National Mall, Memorial Parks, and the White House

New Youtube Video: Vlog: The Washington DC Vlogs: The National Mall, Memorial Parks, and the White House
It may be a few hours before this pops up. My internet is really lagging right now.
Link: https://youtu.be/Top0U34Oxq0


Description:
Today I am posting the fourth and final vlog of a new series on my channel. I recently took a trip to Washington DC and I am sharing my journey with you. This series will feature four vlogs. Today’s vlog we will be going to the National Mall and the White House-as well as seeing some of towntown Washington DC.

Subject: Vlogs, Travel, Washington DC
Topic: Vlogs, American History
Grades: None
Links:
Teacherspayteachers: https://www.teacherspayteachers.com/S...
Teaching Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCOpE...

New Youtube Video: Vlog: The Washington DC Vlogs: The Smithsonian Museum (Air and Space and Natural History)

New Youtube Video: Vlog: The Washington DC Vlogs: The Smithsonian Museum (Air and Space and Natural History)
It may be a few hours before this pops up. My internet is really lagging right now.
Link: https://youtu.be/pjIBkIWPZXk


Description:
Today I am posting the third vlog of a new series on my channel. I recently took a trip to Washington DC and I am sharing my journey with you. This series will feature four vlogs. Today’s vlog we will be going to the Smithsonian. This vlog will feature Air and Space and the Museum of Natural History.

Subject: Vlogs, Travel, Washington DC
Topic: Vlogs, Science, Space Science, Museum, Smithsonian
Grades: None
Links:
Teacherspayteachers: https://www.teacherspayteachers.com/S...
Teaching Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCOpE...

New Medium Article: It's Okay to DNF Books That You Aren't Enjoying

Happy first Friday of August everyone! As a teacher, I'm not sure how I feel about that. I just posted a new Medium article on my Medium page. It's called "It's Okay to DNF Books that You Aren't Enjoying." Link to the full article is down below as well as a sneak peek.

Link: https://alysonserenastone.medium.com/...

Sneak Peek:
Do you have to finish every book that you start? Should you force yourself to read books that you aren’t enjoying? Does not finish a book make you a bad reader? Does not finishing a book mean that it’s a bad book?

DNFing books is a hot topic in the book world. What does DNF mean? It simply means that you did not finish the book. There was something in the book that was not working for you and you decided not to carry on with it. When you that someone has DNFed a book, you might think that it is a terrible book and not worth the read. This is not the case. The book did not work for that person. They have decided to put it down to look for one that will bring them joy. This does not mean that the book was a bad book by any means, it means that the book did not work for them.

If a book is not bringing your joy or contains content that may be harmful to you, it is okay to put that book down. (Since I am a teacher, I am going to say that if is assigned for school, you probably should try to push through it. If is causing you mental harm or past trauma, talk to your teacher, explain your situation, and see if you can do an alternative assignment.) You should not force yourself to read something that you don’t like. If the book is popular and you are reading it to see what the hype is about and you don’t enjoy it, it’s okay to put it to the side. Chances are you are not the only one who feels this way.

Reading is supposed to be fun. Again, if it is something that you are reading for school or work, I do encourage you to push through it. If you are not having fun with what you are reading, then it may cause you to dislike the experience. Reading is an experience. It transports you to worlds, exposes you to different ideas, and so much more. It’s meant to let you escape from the world for a little bit. If you are not escaping or learning something new, then you are going to resent it.

Have a great day!
Serena

New Medium Article: The Supreme Court's Ruling on Student Loan Forgiveness is Heartbreaking

Hello all! Once again, I am not posting in my normal area of Medium. I promise I will be returning to my normal content next month. Today I am publishing an article on the Supreme Court's ruling on President Biden's student loan forgiveness plan, which was struck down by the Supreme Court last week. This is more of a reaction piece than anything. The link to the full article as well as a sneak peek is posted below.

Link: https://alysonserenastone.medium.com/...

Sneak Peek:
Author’s Note: I am not looking for pity. I am trying to lay out the facts here based on experience.

On Friday, July 30, 2023, the United States Supreme Court chose to block President Biden’s student loan forgiveness bill. This bill would have provided millions of borrowers relief and, in many cases, financial freedom. Borrowers who made under one hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars would have been eligible for ten thousand dollars in debt forgiveness. Those who made under one hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars and received a Pell Grant would have been eligible for twenty thousand dollars in debt forgiveness To make matters worse, borrowers may and most likely will be charged back interest. Student loan payments have been halted since March 2020.

Like many other students, I took out student loans. If I wanted to go to college, I had no other choice. I did not have the resources to go to college otherwise. I was an education major and have been working as an educator since 2015. I have taught in both public and private school settings. I have taught through COVID-19, dealt with appealing student and parent behaviour, and have not been a valued member of society. I put my own money into my classroom to buy supplies and materials to educate America’s youth. I put in my hours to close the learning gap that students suffered during 2020. I will do anything to better my students’ education and help them grow. Politicians and society don’t value me, but my students do for the most part. Since teaching, I have earned several certificates. I have certificates in dyslexia, being inclusive in teaching, alternative assessment, curriculum design, closing gaps, least restrictive environment, teaching virtually, Google Classroom, and many more. I am currently working on my Spanish and German languages certificate. I also have two degrees: elementary education and special education. To generate extra income, I sell my lessons and lesson ideas online.

I have also been paying my student loans since 2015. As soon I got my first paycheck, I have been paying my loans. I did not take the six-month grace period that loan companies off. I even paid them through the pandemic-even though I was not required to do so. I have not missed a payment and I have worked hard to pay off my loans. I pay more than the minimum and have done so without complaining. I have recently paid off my interest. I have never complained about paying back my loans. However, I have paid more back than what I owed. This is because I am one of those people who has been paying for people who don’t pay. There seems to be no end in sight. President Biden’s student loan forgiveness would have been life-changing for me. Not only would it have left me debt free, but I would be able to afford to get a master’s degree at a university of my choice. This means that my students and society would benefit from it. I may have been able to buy a home or grow my business.

Critics of Biden’s student loan forgiveness claim that people need to pay for their education; if they borrowed, they should have to pay it back. Many of these people can afford to send their children to college, have never been to college, or went when college was affordable. They also work in fields where they do not have to worry about money. They do not stop and consider that many of us had no choice. As I have already said, I would not have been able to go to college without taking out a loan. I did not have the financial resources. In high school, I worked hard to keep my grades and test scores up. I was lucky enough to qualify for a scholarship. I am luckier than most. I ended up getting three full years paid for. Many of my friends and colleagues are in worse situations than I am. Higher education is inflated to the point that many common everyday families cannot take on the burden of paying for school. We have had to turn to loans. These companies know this and take advantage of families. Interest rates are out of control. Many times, students end up paying double what they took out and pay for most of their adult lives. In many cases, these companies should be prohibited from charging seventeen and eighteen-year-olds interest.

Have a great day!
Serena

New Youtube Video: The Washington DC VLog: The 9-11 Memorials

New Youtube Video: Vlog: The Washington DC Vlogs: The 9-11 Memorials (Pentagon and Shanksville, PA)
It may be a few hours before this pops up. My internet is really lagging right now.
Link: https://youtu.be/4EvlWQ76F2w


Description:
Today I am posting the second vlog a new series on my channel. I recently took a trip to Washington DC and I am sharing my journey with you. This series will feature four vlogs. Today’s vlog we will be going to the 9-11 Memorials at the Pentagon and Shanksville, Pennsylvania.

Subject: Vlogs, Travel, Washington DC
Topic: Vlogs, 9-11, Pentagon, Shanksville, Pennsylvania
Grades: None
Links:
Teacherspayteachers: https://www.teacherspayteachers.com/S...
Teaching Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCOpE...

New Medium Article: The Haunted Bridge: A Ghost Story

Happy Friday everyone! I just posted a new (or not-so-new) story on my Medium page. This story has been posted on fictionpress for awhile now. It's The Haunted Bridge: A Ghost Story! As always, link to the full article and sneak peek are down below.

Link: https://alysonserenastone.medium.com/...

Sneak Peek:
When growing up in a small town, you are bound to hear certain things. Stay away from the old well, your father nearly drowned there. Don’t go near Mrs. Johnson’s yard, so will chase you. Mr. Wilcox is cheating on his wife with the local dinner owner. These are just the normal small-town whispers that everyone expects.
Perhaps there is some truth to them, but they are just normal gossip, normal whispers after Sunday’s church service.
However, there is one rumour, one whisper, that everyone seems to know and seems to believe it is true. Stay away from the old bridge on the dirt road at night. Now, I understand that this may sound kind of vague to you and kind of silly, but in my town, we believe that there is something to this. For you see, a couple of summers ago, two teenage boys were down there fishing and they were never seen again. There was this big investigation into their disappearance and no one found them.
I know, I know, you are probably thinking those boys were just playing a prank and are probably somewhere laughing about it. That may be true in some towns, but not here.
For you see, this isn’t the first time that something has happened like this.
The history of my town is riddled with these strange disappearances and they all seem to go back to that bridge on that lonely dirt road after the sun has set. There have been rumours of funny sightings down there as well. You know: the kind that no one wants to believe. Stories of Civil War soldiers wandering around, two children walking down the road, and, of course, the headless person waiting at the end of the bridge.
Now, of course, the issue is that no one has ever been able to confirm these sightings. Those who have said they have seen these things were deemed to be drunk or out of their mind. However, nothing has been able to take away the facts. The facts are still there and everything still seems to point to the old bridge after dark.
In the day, the bridge looks like a normal bridge on a lonely country backroad. The dust kicks up every time someone drives over it and the loose boards creak if you hit them in a certain place. The stone foundation may look run down and sad, but it has, yet, to let anyone down. The small creek that runs under it is the perfect wading pool in the summer. It just looks like a normal bridge on a normal country road.
Yet, just make sure you are away from it when the sun goes down.
I know some of you are wondering if the landowners have ever seen anything.
Well, the problem is that it’s hidden away from the houses and is kind of in a dip. The hills seem to gather around where the bridge is. In the summer and fall, it creates a postcard moment with the trees showing off their wonderful beauty. In the winter, it’s a death trap. Many times, the ice and snow sent people sliding down the hill toward the bridge.
What about night travel?
Again, would you want to be travelling over a bridge that has been linked to strange things?
This hasn’t prevented outsiders from attempting to see just what is going on there. They think that just because they stay in their vehicles that they are safe or think that it’s just all a bunch of nonsense. Still, it never fails. Every time someone shows up to look at the bridge at night, something terrible ends up happening to them-meaning they are never seen nor heard from again.
The locals all just shake their heads, mutter “I told them so,” and move on. It’s the same old cycle, one that has yet to be broken.
Oh, yes, there have been many attempts to remove the bridge, but they all end up in failure. You see no matter how many times the process to tear down the bridge starts; it always seems to be undone. Why? Who? How? Again, those questions have yet to be answered and given the bridge’s track record, they never may be.
All of this brings up back to a bridge on a lonely dirt road.
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The daytime is safe. I peer down over the bridge, staring at the water. It seems to be begging me to come and play in it, but I know better. Even though the sun is still up, I know that darkness will soon set in and this is not where I want to be once that happens. Even I know better than be caught here at night. For I am not one of those people who live in denial.
The wind picks up, sending little chills down my back. Someone is there, watching me. I whip around looking, but I am only greeted by emptiness and stillness. For even the birds do not sing here.
I slowly move away from the bridge, so that now I am completely off it. The wind still blows, kicking up bits of dust. My heart pounds in my chest as my hands grow sweaty. I should follow the road up the hill, past the church, and go home.
On the last day, heat drifts down from the thick overgrowth of the trees as the wind picks up. The sweet smell of rain fills my nose. I don’t need an excuse to get moving. When my older brother makes fun of me for running home, I will just simply use the rain as an excuse.
Unlike me, my brother is not a believer. He’s captain of the football team, class president, and everyone’s favourite boy; he doesn’t have time deal to with something as stupid as a haunted bridge. However, I have pointed to him many times that he doesn’t come down here after Every time, he just tells me to mind my own business and not to get involved in things that I don’t understand.
I would be lying if I said that I understood what is going on here, so I can’t even come up with a comeback when he says things like that. After all, what is the use of trying to pretend you understand something when you don’t? The truth will come out at some point.
I look back at the bridge. It’s just a lonely, sad bridge that people drive over during the day, but never at night. For as long as the rumours and whispers have gone on, there surely has to be some truth to them.
Right? Aren’t all the stories supposed to be based on some kind of fact or are they just something the old people tell us to make us go away? I don’t know. Even though I’m young, I can tell that the outside world is a very complex place.
I start up the road, just as the first raindrops hit the ground. I pick up my pace to a slow run. I have had too many bad experiences with running up this hill at a full run. You see it’s a lot steeper and longer than what it appears. You don’t want to use up all of your speed at the bottom and not be able to get clear up to the top.
The wind picks up. In the distance, thunder rumbles. The rain is now covering the road in fine little spatters. Indeed, it does seem like I have made the right choice to leave when I did.
The rain patters against the leaves, sending a few of them down on me. In the distance, the thunder claps; only this time it is closer than ever before.
I look up the hill. The end is in sight. I push myself harder.
The sky around me begins to darken. Even though I am not close to the bridge nor is it the setting sun, my body screams at me to get out of there. I don’t know if the bridge comes to life in the middle of a thunderstorm and I most certainly do not want to find out.
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The thunderstorm lasts through the night and into the next day. They call it a derecho and it’s one of the worst to come through the area. In its wake, it is left a mess of destruction. People are without electricity. Trees are down everywhere. A hundred and fifty-year-old church in the next town is gone. They say it’s a miracle that no one is killed.
The only thing that seems to remain untouched is the bridge. No one seems to understand. Those who don’t know any better call it a miracle, an act of God. Those of us who know better know that it is only because whatever haunts it did something to protect it.
There’s no sense in lingering on the bridge though, not when there is so much damage to repair and another round of thunderstorms coming later on in the day. It’s not supposed to be as bad, but given what we just went through, everyone is more than a little one edge.
I spend the morning helping my brother clean up the brush that managed to find its way into our yard. My mother checks the freezers and the rest of the house to make sure that nothing is wrong there. As we work, I find myself wishing that the air would move just a little bit. It’s hot, probably pushing a hundred. Our power is out, which makes our house just as hot as the outside.
We work in silence, only our grunts fill the air. Now and then, a breeze will kick up, but it doesn’t help. It’s the kind of breeze that only seems to bring in warm air. At this point, I think I would be happy with a thunderstorm; at the very least, it would make it cooler.
Every hour or so, we hear the clunk, clunk of someone driving over the bridge. It’s a constant reminder that it is still out there, waiting for us, taunting us. I know it can’t have its own mind and be watching us, but it feels like it.
The sun beats down on me as drag another limb over to the brush pile. The wind has picked up just a little bit. While I can’t feel any moisture, it sure feels like there is something there. I can’t put a finger on it, but something is watching me.
I look around, only to be greeted by nothing out of normal.
My brother comes over to me. “That’s the last of it. We should go cool off in the creek.”
I look at him. There is only one creek nearby, only one with a decent wadding area. “The river would be better.”
He shakes his head. “It will be too high and there are trees down all over the place.” He laughs and shakes his head. “You are afraid of the bridge. That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”
“I’m not afraid of it,” I snap. “Don’t you find it just a little bit odd that everything else had damage and, yet, it remained untouched?”
He shrugs. “It’s old and has good bones. They always say that old stuff is better able to withstand this kind of stuff.”
“Peters’ barn is old and it has a lot of damage,” I point out. “The church was destroyed.”
“Look, I don’t know how these things work, but it just happens. I’m hot, the air is out, and this is the only thing I can think of. If you are too scared to come with me, then, stay here.”
It is pretty hot out, I do have to admit that, and the water down there is pretty cool. It is tempting, far more tempting than I care to let on.
“I don’t know,” I say. “The radio said more storms later on.”
My brother looks up at the bright sky. “I think we’ll be okay.”
I don’t doubt it, but there is still something that is stopping me from going with him. I know the bridge is just a bridge during the day, but it sure doesn’t feel like it now. It could be just because of the storms last night. That must be it; it is perfectly safe to go there during the day.
Sweat pours into my eyes, making them sting. “Just promise me that we’ll go back if anything strange happens.”
He nods. “If you are really that afraid, we’ll come back, but, trust me, nothing bad is going to happen.”
Even though I don’t believe his words, I still find myself nodding along with them. There is just something so calming about the way he tells them that makes me feel a little bit better.
He starts down the road, leaving me with no other choice but to follow him. Everything in my body screams at me, begging me to stay in the yard, but I can’t. I can’t let my brother go down there by himself, because he will not have enough sense to turn around when things go bad.

New Medium Article: Let's Stop Shaming Adults for Reading YA

Hello everyone! I just posted a new article on my Medium page. It's a bit shorter than what I normally post. Today I am looking at why adults are shamed for reading young adult fiction and finding examples of how young adult fiction tackles difficult subject matter. The link to the full article is below, as well as a sneak peek.

Link: https://alysonserenastone.medium.com/...


Sneak Peek:
I think it is time for me to do my take on this matter. I’m going to go on a little bit of a rant here. However, I feel that this is a matter that we need to talk about. We see it time and time again in the reading world: Adults being shamed for reading young adult. For those of you who don’t know, young adult is usually designed with an audience of thirteen to eighteen years old. Once you are out of that age, you are supposed to move on to adult titles. At least, that is how some people look at it.

I am someone who reads a mix of young adult and adult titles. There is nothing wrong with this. I find that sometimes I need a YA title to escape from the world. Sometimes you just need to read a story told by a teenager to make you see the world differently. Often a young adult title will allow you to see the world differently. Many times seeing the world from the point of view of a young person gives you a different understanding. It allows you to see the issues that both young people see and how they make sense of them. The world is a very complex and unforgiving place. A young adult title can present these issues in a way that is simpler to understand-not always though.

Young adult books tackle many difficult issues and bring them to light in a way that adult books don’t. We see people discovering themselves, dealing with trauma, and trying to make sense of the world around them. These are all things that adults go through. YA seeks to discuss the tough stuff. I am not saying that adult books do not do this. What I am getting at is many times YA books handle situations better than adult books. We see characters stand up for their beliefs, we see them try to bring about change. The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas, The Fault in Our Stars by John Green, Wonder by R.J. Palacio, Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson, and 13 Reasons Why by Jay Asher are just a few of the many titles out there. We see characters in these books deal with racial injustice, personal illness disabilities, sexual assault, and suicide. I know that the ones I listed are contemporaries, but many YA fantasies also tackle the same thing. Two that right out to me are Girls of Paper and Fire by Natasha Ngan and Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao. Girls of Paper and Fire tackles PTSD, sexual assault, and depression. Iron Widow looks at social injustice toward young women. It makes an impact and I think that young adult books do this better than adult. Why? There is just something in seeing a young person trying to make sense of what is happening in the world around them. Not only are they attempting to make sense of it, but they are trying to change their world. They are trying to create a better world for everyone around them.

Also, many of these authors and series are ones that I started reading in high school. One of these is Cassandra Clare’s Shadowhunter books. When I first started reading these books, it was just The Mortal Instruments. Clare has been constantly adding new volumes to the series. All of them are interwoven and connected with each bringing new insight into the original world. Another example would be the Twilight and Hunger Games series. Both of these have gotten recently gotten prequels. People who read these books when they were younger are going to come back and revisit the world they grew up in. It's much like the Harry Potter books. People long to return to things they grew up in. They want to experience these things again. Many of them now have families of their own and now can experience it with their own families. Not only that but given the world we live in, people are looking for a safe place. They want to get away from all of the harshness in the world a return to a safe place.


Have a Happy Saturday!
Serena

New Youtube Video: Vlog: The Washington DC Vlogs: Arlington National Cemetery and the Changing of the Guard

New Youtube Video: Vlog: The Washington DC Vlogs: Arlington National Cemetery and the Changing of the Guard
It may be a few hours before this pops up. My internet is really lagging right now.
Link: https://studio.youtube.com/channel/UC...


Description:
Today I am launching a new series on my channel. I recently took a trip to Washington DC and I am sharing my journey with you. This series will feature four vlogs. Today’s vlog we will be going to Arlington National Cemetery and will feature the full changing of the guard ceremony.

Subject: Vlogs, Travel, Washington DC
Topic: Vlogs, Arlington National Cemetery, Changing of the Guard
Grades: None
Links:
Teacherspayteachers: https://www.teacherspayteachers.com/S...
Teaching Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCOpE...

Free Story: Crown

Hello everyone! New chapters of my free story "Crown" are being posted weekly on Fictionpress! Below you can find a summary, as well as a sneak peek to the new chapter, as well as a link to the story. Did I mention that it is free?

Story Link: https://www.fictionpress.com/s/336618...

Summary:
A land divided by war, a world-ending, two queens, and one girl who fell down the rabbit hole...Clementine just wanted a normal life and marriage was not one of those things. While trying to escape her arranged marriage, she stumbles upon a talking rabbit in a waistcoat. From here, her adventure begins. Is it real or is it all in her head? (Alice in Wonderland Retelling)


Sneak Peek:
Clementine took a step away from Marketa. “I can’t kill anyone.” Her voice shook as she spoke the words. “I’m not a killer and I never will be.”
Marketa puffed on his pipe. “It has already been foretold. You are the one.”
Clementine shook her head. “No, I’m not. You have it all wrong. There’s just no way.”
Marketa held up a picture. “Does this help?”
Clementine peered at it. It did look like her; it even had her dressed in the dress that she was wearing right now and the hairstyle was even the same. She could have sworn that whenever she blinked, the picture blinked as well. This was impossible. How could this even be happening? She pinched herself, but nothing changed.
Mukantagara hopped up onto her shoulder, peering carefully at the picture. “It most certainly is you. The artist has the most wonderful eye.”
Clementine handed the picture back to Marketa. “I refuse to believe it.”
Marketa puffed on his pipe. “Well, I think you need to consider the fact that you are going to have to start believing in this madness. There is no getting around it. You are the one.”
Clementine shook her head even harder. “It’s just not possible. I am not like this. I don’t have the power to change anything.”
Marketa eyed her. “You have the power to overthrow the red queen. It’s just a matter of rather or not, you decide to take the chance.” He paused. “I thought you wanted to be a good person.”
“I do...I mean, I am, but this is just beyond my ability. It’s time for you to see that and I can’t help it if you don’t see that.” Clementine drew her hands up around her as she stared at the caterpillar. “It’s time for all of you to start seeing that I’m not the person who you think I am.”
Marketa just puffed on his pipe as he stared down at her. Clementine stared back at him. This wasn’t a matter of right or wrong; it was a matter of seeing just who was right and Clementine knew that she was right. She was just a merchant’s daughter, nothing more, nothing less. Everyone was going to see that; she would make them understand, would get them to see her point of view. The cost of the matter would be high, that much she knew, but they would see that they were going to have to look for other options.
The animals looked back at her, with growing smirks on each their faces. They were also blinking at the same time, which made them seem even creepier. Clementine found herself taking a small step back as the branches broke beneath her feet, followed by the sounds of heavy breathing.
She looked back over her shoulder, staring into the brush. “I think there’s something back there.”
“There are all kinds of things that lurk beneath the brush,” Dakarai answered. “There are things here that we cannot see or even begin to understand.” He started laughing as he finished speaking.
Clementine narrowed her eyes as she looked back into the bushes, which were now moving about. “There is something back there.”
Dakarai stopped laughing. “Just remember that this is all in your head,” he whispered as he took a small step forward.
Clementine eyed him. “If this is all in my head, then why can’t I change it?” The rustling in the bushes was getting louder. She took another step backwards. There was something in there. Why weren’t the others taking this seriously?
“Because you don’t know who you are,” Marketa said slowly, breathing out another smoke ring. “How can you change something if you don’t know who you are? That is the first step in changing anything.”
Ja nodded. “That is very good advice indeed, very good indeed.”
Clementine glared at them as she stared into the bushes, which were moving more than ever now. Why weren’t the others concerned about this? There could be something trying to kill them on the other side and they weren’t doing anything about it. Whatever it was, it was big. She didn’t know how big the Red Knight was, but it might have been him again.
She looked back at the others, who all seemed to be studying a rather odd-looking mushroom. Some help they would be.
If only she had a weapon of some kind…That would make her feel a little bit better about herself and would give her a little bit better of a chance. She looked around before spotting the rock at her feet. This was done...She bent down and took it into her fist. It even had a few sharp edges, which was even better than a smooth one.
She looked back at the shaking bushes. Whoever was on the other side should be coming out any second now...Any second now...She readied her rock as the shaking grew even harder.
The bushes were parting...


Serena

New Youtube Video: Life Science: The Importance of Wildflowers

New Youtube Video: Life Science Video: The Importance of Wildflowers
It may be a few hours before this pops up. My internet is really lagging right now.
Link: https://youtu.be/sEgwroX2DYg

Description:
Today I doing a short lesson on the importance of wildflowers! In this life science video, we will briefly explore the role of wildflowers in the environment and ecosystems.

Subject: Life Science, Biology, Ecology, Science
Topic: Life Science, Biology, Ecology, Science
Grades: 3rd-8th Grade
Links:
Teacherspayteachers: https://www.teacherspayteachers.com/S...
Teaching Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCOpE...