After Studying the Salem Witch Trials:


the salem witch trials were not  kindly done. they were sadly done.
the girls accused the people of witchcraft.
the accused where probably innocent.
that is the reason they are so sad.
i think the girls were not trying to lie, but were really accusing what they thought was real.
they were killing people who they thought were hurting them.
most people wouldnt accuse falsly and take peoples lives. that is so evil to do  for fun.
one group of people might, but not that many.
they were just girls who made mistakes.
the witch trials still go on just in different forms.


After watching a video on Elias on Ellen:

elias is very fast on the piano.
he is so little but can play well.
the boy is so funny.
i want to marry him, except he has long hair like a girl.
his face is cute, But he is only eight.
in the end he is not crazy but amazing at piano.

On Believing and Typing:
The thing is help is in belief. The life I led was awful with no way to communicate. I want to spell but I can't focus. I can only spell well for my teacher. I want to spell well for others but I make mistakes. In the first place, why would I want to be silent? In the second place why would I want to mess up? I would not. I have a crazy body that does weird things. I think I usually have control but not always. I want to talk but can't. Why would I have no more to plead if my regular peers do and they do talk? I am a human. I want to talk. I need to communicate. I am not mean and want to ignore you. I love others. Love me too.



Poem:
Thankful god understands me
He Loves me
And he wants me happy
Near me he hears me
Keeping me safe
Still he wants me to be happy
Giving me hope and help
I am forever grateful
Very white Christmas just for me
I am grateful I can ignore much
Nobody else sees
Going to conquer me

happiness is having faith in god and his plan. it is gained by obedience, knowledge, and faith in christ. happiness is a choice.

happiness is gained by obedience to gods commandments. he tells us that he is with us when we obey him. we can feel his love and peace. i have felt this when i want to do better. even just trying helps.

my mom and dad study truth. i study truth as well. when i study knowledge i gain faith in christ by trusting him. i had a bad morning. my teacher had me learn proverbs and write some. i had a lesson on happiness. now i am happier as i think about the things i learn.

i know happiness comes from faith in christ. when we trust him we are happy because we can be helped by Someone powerful and kind. little improvements happen with faith.

happiness is a choice, but we can improve it by faith, knowledge, and obedience.

Walking Poerty

They went on a walk

Kelly and Mary went together

They went to their store

They had each other

They had their eyes on

The rice

The saw a mouse in he grains

They saw it first

They saw their brains

They screamed with fright

They felt a lurch

Right in their stomachs

They felt a Mitch

On Lying

I agree with Kant, but when evil strikes we are living a vie to be honest. It is a thing to consider. The nazis were liars. They had no faith in Christ. I am not sure I know what I am saying... I am thinking people make promises to look out for each other. I think we lie if we don't lie to save them.

TODAY I STARTED TO MAKE HATS ON A LOOM,. I AM SO EXCITED. I WAS ABLE TO DO MUCH MYSELF. I AM HAPPY BECAUSE NOW I CAN SERVE. I AM SO HAPPY MY GRANDMA GOT ME THE LOOM. I AM NOT GOING TO BE AS DEPENDENT ON OTHERS FOR ENTERTAINMENT. HOW I CAN FUNCTION OUTSIDE OF SPELLING AND LENAE. SHE IS HELPING ME BE HAPPY. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WOULD DO WITHOUT HER. THE LOOM IS THE BEST THING I EVER HAD OUTSIDE LENAE. THE END OF THIS THING ABOUT THE LOOM. LET'S MAKE THE HAT!

Thoughts from "Sleep of reason produces monsters"- Goya

IN THIS PAINTING THE MANN IS HORRIFIED. HE IS AMAZINGLY SLEEPING THROUGH IT. THE MAN IS NOT WAKING UP WITH THE MONSTERS THE MAN LOOKS TIRED BECAUSE HE REALLY IS. HE IS NOT HAPPY WITH HIS LIFE. IN MY LIFE I AM SOMETIMES HORRIFIED. I AM WANTING TO BEHAVE AND CAN'T. MY CONCERN IS I WANT TO AND CAN'T. IN THE END WE ARE SIMILAR.




On justice
I THINK IT IS IMPORTANT TO BE JUST ALWAYS. THE REASONS ARE MANY. FIRST, THE JUST PERSON HAS FRIENDS. THE ENEMIES DISAPPEAR IN MANY CASES. THE LORD SAYS, "LOVE YOUR ENEMIES." THEREFORE WE NEED TO BE JUST. THE LORD IS GOD AND MAKES THE RULES. THE LORD IS KIND AND UNDERSTANDING. HE HEARS OUR PRAYERS AND WE ARE JUST.
SECOND, WE NEED TO BE KIND NO MATTER WHAT. THE ENEMY WILL BE NICE THEN. GOD IS GOOD SO WE MUST BE.

Poem about baby after watching video
THE BABY CRIES AND TRIES TO BE WARM
THE BABY FALLS INTO THE MESS OF HIS LIFE

THE BABY IS HOT THE BABY IS COLD
THE MOM IS GONE WHAT IS WRONG?

THE BABY IS MAD AND NEVER SAD
JUST A JOKE IT COULD BE HAD

THE BABY IS MAD- NO FOOD HE HAD.
HE IS CALM, BUT NOT FOR LONG.

THE BABY IS GOLD, PRECIOUS AND OLD IN SPIRIT
ONLY HIS MOM WILL HEAR IT


Journal
TODAY I LEARNED I HAVE  A LOT OF PURPOSEFUL ACTIONS THAT I STRUGGLE WITH. I DO A LOT OF INSTINCTUAL ACTIONS. INSTINCTUAL ACTIONS HAPPEN WHEN I WANT SOMETHING, BUT I DON'T THINK MUCH ABOUT IT.

I AM A BIT OF A RUNNER. THIS PAST WEEK I WENT INTO SOMEONES HOUSE. I AM NOT SURE WHY I DID IT. I JUST DID. SOMEDAY I WILL BE HAPPY TO KNOW WHAT MAKES ME DO CRAZY THINGS. I THINK I WANT ALONE TIME. IT IS A NEED I HAVE. SOMETIMES I GET TIRED OF MAKING MYSELF BEHAVE. I NEED A BREAK FROM BEING WATCHED. IT IS HARD FOR ME TO HAVE A BREAK IF I AM NOT AWAY FROM HOME. IN THE END I NEED TO STOP BUT CAN'T ALL THE WAY.

Adjective poem (ADJECTIVES ARE IN MY MIND. I NEED TO WRITE A POEM)

BLUE, GREEN, PINK BLACK.
LOUD, SOFT, BIG WHACK
HEAD IS SPINNING LIKE A WHIRL
WIND OF WORDS.
DARK, SMALL, COLD, HOT
EMPTY, FULL, SOFT JEWEL.

Gratitude Journal
I THINK MY MOM IS HELPING ME IN MANY WAYS. SHE IS HELPING ME PLAY BALL. I HAVE A MY HOPE I WILL HAVE MY NAME IN A BOOK SOMEDAY. I HAVE  A FEELING I WILL. MY TEACHER IS WORKING ON IT. SOME DAY I HOPE I CAN HAVE MY NAME ON A PAPER ON AUTISM.

Truth
THE TRUTH IS GOOD. TRUTH IS THINGS AS THEY ARE, THINGS AS THEY WILL BE AND THINGS AS THEY WERE. TRUTH IS THE THINGS OF GOD.


Writing a story with intent for an intended outcome.
Intent of story: MY INTENT IS TO ENTERTAIN. 

ONE DAY THE MAN WAS MAD. HE WAS A JOLLY FELLOW. HE MADE HIS HOME IN THE GARDEN OF MISTER MCGREGORY. MISTER MCGREGORY RAN A MILL. HE WAS MAD AT THE MAN FROM THE GARDEN. HE ATE HIS FOOD ALONE IN HIS HOUSE SO HE COULD DIE IN PEACE, FOR HE WAS SICK. HE HAD NO MONEY TO GO TO THE DOCTORS. IN HIS HOME HE HAD NATURAL REMEDIES. HIS PLOT WAS TO STAY ALIVE. IN THE EVENT OF SOCCER PRACTICE IN HIS YARD HE FOUND A TRIKE TO USE. HE FOUND IT FUN TO RIDE HIS TRIKE IN HIS YARD TO GET A REACTION FROM THE PLAYERS. HE WANTS THEM HAPPIER. HE WANTS THEM TO HAVE HIS YARD FOR A FIELD.
HE NEEDED MONEY TO GO SHOPPING. HIS SONS WERE MAD AT HIM FOR HELPING TOO MUCH WITH THEIR LIVES. ACTUALLY THEY WERE HAPPY BUT NOT THEIR WIVES. THEIR WIVES WERE HAPPY FOR MONEY, BUT NOT HIS ADVISE. THEY NEEDED TO FEEL LOVED SO THEY PLEASED THEIR HUSBANDS. 
MR. MCGREGORY WAS FRUSTRATED WITH HIS LAZY FAMILY WHO MADE HIM WORK. COULD THEY JUST HAVE WORK ETHIC? NO ONE KNEW HOW THEY COULD DO BETTER.
THE MAN IN THE GARDEN WAS THE YOUNGEST SON. HE HATED HIS LIFE. HE HAD HIT HIS WIFE. HIS MOM WAS MAD AT HIM FOR SUCH TREATMENT. HIS MOM TOLD HIM TO BE KIND TO HER AND SHE WOULD BE HAPPIER. IN THE END THE FAMILY WAS HAPPY.

THE SECRET GARDEN IS BACK
IT GAVE ME FLACK
THE BODY DIDN'T WANT TO GO BACK
MY FEET WERE HURT,
WITH ALL THE DIRT,
I THINK I'LL NEVER COME BACK
(wanted to write a poem about the Secret Garden, but when I tried to lead her back she spelled that her body didn't want to but she did. I told her I would help her until her body wanted to. Then her feet got blisters from the flip flop. This is why the content.)

FLOWERS ARE TINY BEAUTIES.
THEY FLOAT THROUGH THE AIR,
THE FRAGRANCE IS GREAT,
THEY HAVE TINY PETALS.

THE FLOWERS IN BLOOM,
CAN REACH THEIR DOOM,
IF CINDI PICKS THEM IN BLOOM.

Another Blue Mouse Story
THE BLUE MOUSE WITH RIBS WAS NOT JUST BIG AND BLUE. HE MADE THE DREAM TEAM FOR BASKETBALL. HE WAS HAPPY BECAUSE HE HAD MORE TO DO IN ORDER TO PLAY WELL. HIS MOM WAS HAPPY HE MADE THE TEAM TOO. HIS DAD YELLED TO STOP BECAUSE HE WAS SCARED HE WOULD GET HURT. THE BLUE MOUSE FOLLOWED HIS DAD AND HAD NO DREAMS AFTER THAT. THIS HAPPENS TO MANY CHILDREN WITH AUTISM.

Cindi and Mom write a story together
ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A MOM AND DAD THEY HAD NO MORE MONEY. So they went to town to look for a job. THEY HAD NO LUCK.  so they went home and are some lunch. THEY WERE SO SAD. They decided they would look for work tomorrow so they went on their farm and fed the animals. before they went to bed they found some beans out on their porch and planted them, ate dinner, and went to bed. THEY REALLY WERE MAGIC BEANS THAT NEXT DAY THEY HAD BEAN STOCKS. so after breakfast they were curious so they decided to climb the bean stock. when they reached the top they came to a big castle. THEY HAD NO MONEY STILL SO THEY WENT IN. THEY SAW MORE MONEY THAN THEY HAD SEEN BEFORE. in walked a big giant who tried to eat them, but they ran into a small hole in the wall and bid. THE GAINT LAUGHED. "WHO IS THERE IN MY WALL?" HE SAID, " I NEED MORE TO EAT." So he went into the kitchen and they ran out of the wall grabbed some gold, and ran back to the bean stock. A duck who laid golden eggs followed them. "HOW DID THAT DUCK GET THERE?" SAID THE FAMILY. "WE WANT LOTS OF MONEY." They before the giant got back they got down the bean stock and chopped it down before the giant could get them.

Historical Fiction: John Wycliffe
IN THE BEGINNING THERE IS A MAN WITH HIS LATIN BIBLE. HE IS MAD AT HIS DAD FOR HURTING HIM. HE WANTS TO BE BAPTIZED IN WATER. HIS DAD HURT HIM BECAUSE HE DOES NOT WANT HIM BAPTIZED IN WATER. THERE IS A MAN NAMED JOHN WYCLIFFE. HIS MAIN GOAL WAS TO TRANSLATE IT TO ENGLISH. HE IS MOSTLY MAD AT HIS MOM FOR HIDING HIS LATIN BIBLE. SHE IS NOT HAPPY HE IS MEAN. THEY NEED HELP SINCE THEIR MOM'S DON'T LIKE THEIR IDEA. JOHN AND THE MAN DIE WHEN THEY FINISH IT. THEY ARE HURT BECAUSE THE POPE BURNS THEIR BONES AFTER THEY ARE DEAD.

On Babies
I LOVE BABIES
THEY ARE SOFT
THEY SMELL GOOD
THEY HAVE MOSTLY PERFECT BODIES
THEY ARE SO CUTE
I THINK THAT THEY WANT ME TO HAVE ME AS A SISTER
THEY HAVE MOSTLY PERFECT BODIES.


story by Cindi and Grandma

Once upon a time there was a little girl with a white bunny. SHE HAD THAT BUNNY FOR A LONG TIME. One day they decided to go to grandma's house. SO THEY DID. It was going to take a while so they packed a packet full of lunch. THE NEXT DAY SHE FELT SHE WOULD LOSE THE BUNNY. So the little girl tied a ribbon around the bunny's neck in a bow and made a leash so she could hold on to it. THEN SHE TOLD HER DAD NOT TO TAKE HER BUNNY AWAY. So They started on their trip to see grandma and on the way they met a turtle. THE TURTLE SCREAMED, "NOT IN MY YARD! I WILL EAT YOUR BUNNY." So they turned to the right and went over a bridge and travel;ed down a road to grandma's house. THEY GET THERE WITH BUNNY ALIVE. Grandma thought the bunny was cute. "I THINK GRANDMA WILL TAKE THE BUNNY IF NEEDED." THOUGHT THE GIRL. Grandma said she would take care of the bunny until the little girl comes back again. "I AM SO HAPPY," SAID THE GIRL. So they had lunch and the grandma took the little girl back home in her car. THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER.