Connor Benoit

Who Am I?

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I am

I am smart and generous

I wonder if aliens are real

I hear trains in my dreams

I see dead people

I want to be a lawyer

I Am smart and generous


I pretend i am a Jedi

i feel loved

I touch a hiking stick

I worry about my family

i cry for my Great Grandfather

I am smart and generous


I understand history

i say i will have a good future

I dream of home

I try to get good grades

i hope to graduate high school.

I an smart and generous

6 word Memoir

I be myself, always and forever

Favorites Things

Fun Facts 4x4

I really life history.

Loved It since 3rd grade

I like reading fantasy.

Makes my dreams fun

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A Story that touches my heart.

A story that touches my heart is Flowers for Algernon. It is about a Mentally challenged man that be comes smart by a surgery. When he is smart he researches the surgery. He finds out that the intelligence is temporary. The moral of the story is be thankful for what you have.
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My Favorite Book Harry Potter and The Sorcerers' Stone 4x4

Parents killed by Voldemort,

Goes live with Dursleys ,

Gets Letter from Hogwarts,

Goes to learn magic,

Favorite Poem By Walt Whitman

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

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O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths-for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

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My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

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