Winger is not special by Santino

Winger is the story about a “different” 15-year-old boy (Ryan). Compared to his classmates he is rich, short, young and in love with his best friend Annie. The theme of this story is “Be proud of who you are”, even though he is a young kid for his grade, and even though he isn’t the most popular student he still manages to push through the school year no matter of how different he is. The stitches and a bloody nose at the beginning of the book (he plays rugby) show how he can get through anything.

Even though Ryan is different than the others, Winger is not a different book, it is just like the other teenage books.

Change 2 letters in the name Winger and you get Wonder, a book about a boy that was born with a different face, but even though he isn’t like the others, he still manages to make friends and push through all the barriers and obstacles…Hm does this book remind you of anything? Maybe the book Winger?

“I was going to reinvent myself this year, that I wasn’t going to be the little kid that everyone ignored” — “and Auggie cries wishing he did not look the way he does.”, these are two quotes, the first one from the book Winger, and the second one from Wonder.

These two quotes relate to each other since they both want to be different.

Now, some people may say that you can’t relate both characters since one has a more serious and noticeable difference, but I disagree with that since the theme of both the books are the same and both of the characters are different, but the authors chose to make the differences more or less meaningful to the story.

This is telling us how both authors are trying to indulge the same message by using characters with differences.

The chilling vignettes of Santino Cavallin

The chilling vignettes of Santino Cavallin


i am 5 years old, and wake up at 3:00 am. why you may ask: well i work as a shrimp picker in misissippi.

it’s not the best job but it keeps me and my brother alive.

i spend my day peeling the shells off iced shrimp— i am one of the thousand kids here. i don’t have many friends but i don’t really need any.

most of the kids here aren’t really nice, i want to believe that it is because they had a rough childhood but i am not sure.

my apron helps me stay clean and not get the stinky smell of shrimp on me, it is all dirty and covered in dark big stains of blood and holes, I cut my fingers a lot picking the shrimp, sometimes i wish that my mommy was here to help me, the holes are so big that my head can go through them.I would like a new one but people say that they will beat you if you do.

i’ve always wanted to know what it is like to get out of mississippi and explore the world. you do a lot of exploring when you are alone and the only thing you do is peel the shells of iced shrimp.

sometimes i lay my head onto the sticky smelly shells and look at the dim blue sky, i wonder what it would be like to…get out…or at least have a way out. I normally see kids running on the beach or playing cards inside there little cozy house, and I want to take my stinky apron off and run to go play with them without worrying about anyone or anything, but I can’t…I can’t because I will die if I do so.

Kids at work, Lewis Hine

I hate my life

The definition of laziness: Kids. I pay these kids 2 dollars a week to work. It’s not much but don’t they know how lucky they are?

All they do is talk and more talk. And when they do work-witch trust me is not often- they do everything wrong. Is it really that hard to put a teddy bear in a box then seal it in under 5 seconds…I think not. I give these kids a roof, and warm clothes, what else do they want… a teddy bear for their own? Kids.

Every time I go to inspect them they immediately stop chatting and start working.Do they think I am blind or deaf,

some of my employees are but not me!

Sometimes I ponder how sad my life really is…I supervise kids 5 hours a day and only make 100 dollars a week. I wish I was like Bob..he is my boss… he makes 500 dollars a week just by shouting at people, meanwhile I have the HARDEST JOB!

I wish I had a better life.


Dad told me to always be tough and persevere through life. But I give up. I don’t want to wake up everyday at 6am to make toys, I don’t want to get screamed at again, I don’t want to have this life. But I need it. I want a life where I can talk to bob without getting slapped, I want a life where i can make my own choices, I want a life that brings me joy. I want a life where black people are accepted and not neglected. My mom always told me that black people aren’t any different than white people, but if that is true why are they telling it and not showing it. What. What is something that I have been wondering for a long time– what have we done to deserve this; this pain, this frightness of walking outside, this disrespect. I don’t wish to have a life where I am white, I don’t wish to have a life where we are better than whites, I wish to have a life where we are all the same.



Santino’s family goes camping

Santino’s family went camping on the 18 of December 2016  in Tapalque  a town near Buenos Aires. They started in a big field with a big house next to them were the rest of the family was waiting for them.

Santino’s family stayed a week in a field filed with trees and nature. They only had food and water to survive. Every morning they ate a healthy breakfast at night they would build a fire and ate a delicious dinner with provided them proteins for the next day. They slept in cozy rooms/tents and shared one bathroom. 

They would normally wake up at 8:00am, change to some sport clothes, eat breakfast, brush there teeth and be ready to go at 9:30. Every morning they would jump in the pool to get started with the day, after they would start by riding horses or making a nature walk. At night they would get into there PJs, eat, brush there teeth and jump straight into bed.

During this week santino was feeling very proud of himself  and for his family for not entering in the housel. Giulia (the sister)  was happy because she had a chance a chance to ride horses. Kelly (the mom) was super surprised  that we could do this and happy of being with her family. 

At the end Santino’s family were proud of themselves and happy to be back home, they had a great experience and are hoping of doing it again, but with more people more fun and more food.

“Me + Organization”

I am really organised in my locker because I have everything I need for the next period. 

I also feel Im organised When I use my backpack because I’m really prepared for the next day.

I think I need to improve in turning my assignment in in time because sometimes I forget to do that.

I also think I need to improve in being more neat in my work so I can show it to the teacher neatly.

A goal I have is being more organised and handing my work in time