Physical or sedentary?

I consider myself as a physical person. Everyday before school at around 7:30 am, I would play basketball with friends in the gym. That is why my hair is frequently wet. This exercise regulates oxygen in my body and keeps my blood pumping. When I go to morning classes, I am normally more focused than in the afternoon classes, where I just want to fall asleep. I think that Medina's and edutopia's articles are correct, exercise helps better academic succession. Some people might contradict this. For example, in grade 6, I had a teacher who would issue daily physical activity of 30 minutes to an hour alongside recess and lunch. She believed that daily physical activity was an essential part of learning. However, I remember nothing from grade 6. This is because even though we had a ton of time to play, we did not do enough work. Overall, she was a nice teacher, but not good at teaching. In order for students to better succeed in academics, students need exercise and good teachers to learn better. My goals for next year, I plan to continue going to open gym in the mornings, and continue working out at lunch every other day. In the weekends, I will also run at the track as I do now, since usually I have a quiz or test per week in a subject or two.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l9v7arydgXU
youtube video of my poetry project "you are a peach tree"

You are a peach tree

You are a peach tree,

Lingering in the shadows of

Apple trees, in an apple orchard.

Kids yearn for your peaches, but

Walk away disappointed with apples.

You are desperate,

Desperate to share your peaches,

To let yourself be known as delicious

Yet no one can find you

In the middle of the apple orchard.

You are a maze,

Full of intricate designs and tricks

To fool those trying to take your peaches,

But not knowing you are tricking them,

But only knowing that you cannot be found.

You are a peach tree,

Full of ripe and delicious peaches,

In an apple orchard full of rotting apples

Yet you remain hidden among secrets.

short like a cherry blossom - a poetic response to Michael Ondaatje's "sweet like a crow"

Your voice sounds like a brown oak seed
muffled in the layers of soil
like someone has just fallen off a mule
like wind and rain blowing on the side of a mountain
like a rusty metal angel, like someone grating cheese
on a cheese grater, like a mouse chanting a lullaby,
an apple stuffed in a pie,
a ball being thrown
a baby hugging a bear.
Like a coyote howling in the wind,
like bee flying in an ear
like hundreds of flies swarming,
a secret papaya, an alpha wolf
with a case of depression
like a boat chasing the sunset
like a man in a coma,
a rapper high on sugar, like fallen
cherry blossoms torn, like a lamppost
illuminating the pitch black of night,
the sound of bongos filling the air,
a gorilla riding an airplane like a skateboard,
the sound of a harp luring a beast into endless sleep,
like the swish of a basketball when it hits nothing but net
like a river sweeping fish downstream
like an army of mutants fishing for fish
and burning their bread, like a single puppy
in a room full of cats, like a berry bush in a desert,
like 2 cats in a cradle,
like 21 basses hitting the lowest key
like the sound I heard while having my lunch
and someone came in and started to sing.

the red wheel barrow style poem

so much depends
upon

a green blade of
grass

moist with morning
dew

eaten by
brown rabbits

Miss Hancock was a sunset.

Miss Hancock was a sunset.
The sunset's beautiful vast variety of color could be recognized by anyone,
but to see its true beauty,
one must get to know the sunset, acquaintance with the profusion of colors blending together,
forming beautiful and delicate shades of yellow, orange, and red,
too bright and too delicate, leaving much too fast.
Past these beautiful shades of yellow, orange and red lies even deeper mixes of color
so tightly fused together to form the richest and most profound colors that meets the eye.
Oh how the smallest swirls of color with the tips just melting in to the next
just turned your heart into melted gold.
Most people would just glance at the sunset,
not considering to just take one special moment
to gaze at a flawless piece of art,
but others,
they can see past the garish colors of yellow, orange and red.
They can see the true beauty behind the skin,
and treasure it, while they still have the chance.