Creative Writing Final Reflection Post

1. One of the writings that I enjoyed was the "give the gift of writing" post. I also enjoyed writing about "about a boy" and "twelve/two." some of the ones that I enjoyed in class was writing about the colored doors, and writing about who we would invite to a dinner and what would we have for dinner. 2. One piece that I have read this quarter is the Halloween stories that we had to write. we had four other people's stories and leave a comment. A reading that I did out of class is that I finished the book "Double Cross." 3. I started school a little later that everybody else, so I was the last one to set up a blog. Mrs. Fraser helped me go through the steps of setting it up, so after she showed me how to do everything it was easy. The name of my blog is my own name, because I wanted it to stay simple. I really don't mind anybody reading it, and I might keep using a blog in the future. It's debatable. 4. I loved the idea of having a journal for class. The kinds of things in my journal are everything that we did as a class project. Just like my blog I really don't mind anybody reading my journal, and I might continue to journal in the future. 5. This was from one of my dream threads: I dream about my future... Every night when I close my eyes I dream about all of the problems and damage that will happen later in my life. When I'm awake I try to think of ways that I could change them, but nothing comes to mind. I'm screwed. My whole life is screwed. I keep telling myself that it was just a dream, and that it won't really happen. Who am I kidding. I'll do anything not to fall back to sleep, because Closing my eyes became a fear... 6. This is from my pillow/talk post: The poor homeless man laid on his restless pillow torn, sad, and depressed. It’s hard living in New York. No job, no money, and no family. I mean, I don’t think that a lot of people understand how homeless feels. Sometimes I wish that everybody was homeless a least one day in their life just so they get a glimpse of what it’s like. People just assume that every homeless person isn’t really homeless, or that we are just faking to be homeless to bribe them out of their money. I just wish they were all in my shoes right now, then they would see. It’s not easy living out here with nothing, or with nobody caring about you. I have to go days with out food or water, and all the clothes I have are the ones that Ron gave me. I wish I had a second chance at life, but now I have nothing. “What are you thinking about?” Ron was back from trying to find us something to eat. “Who said I was thinking about something?” I asked him. “You’re always in a deep thought when you’re laying on that darn pillow. I’ve been here for about 10 minutes now, and you didn’t even see me sitting here. By the way, I brought us some left over bagels that George gave me from the café. I already ate mine, but you didn’t see me eat it,” he told me. “Thanks, you’re a great friend,” I said. “No problem, it’s what friends are for,” he shot back. 7. I don't really plan to do much. I want to be an engineer when I'm older, so that doesn't really intend a lot of creative writing. What I get out of writing creatively is using my imagination a lot more than I expected to. 8. I first want to thank Mrs. Fraser for being the best teacher in the world. You are absolutely amazing Mrs. Fraser, and I can't wait to be in your English 4 class. Next, I want to thank my table for being super awesome people, and accepting me to be part of the group. Finally, I want to tell everybody else that they make a wonderful class, and I hope everybody has a great next semester. GET GOOD GRADES!!!!

Good Intentions

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Blue

A daughter in a dark blue dress had to get the perfect box for her mother and father that almost could have been from the man with the expensive department store. 1.The gift was not what I expected… It was better. I didn’t expect it to look this beautiful. I was truly expecting something cheap and useless. 2.Divorce can really… Hurt you. It has always been difficult especially with kids that have to suffer just because their parents are. 3.If I’d known who he really was… I probably would have talked to him. He seems like a sweet guy, so why not give him a chance. 4.She may have been lying… But who knows. She could have been telling the truth as well. 5.You casually mention that… You had a cat. I don’t like cats for the fact that I am allergic to them. And they have the most frightening eyes in the world. I just can’t stand them.

Give the Gift of Writing

Dear Mom, I’m writing this letter as a little Christmas gift to you. I have many reasons why I love you so much, so here is a few of them: 1. You are full of love 2. You make me laugh 3. You’re a patient person 4. You’re good with kids 5. You’re a great listener when I need to talk 6. You’re a really hard worker 7. You’re a giver 8. You do for other before you do for yourself 9. You do everything around the house 10. Your loyal and honest 11. Whenever I do wrong you help me do make it right 12. You don’t worry about what people think, you do your own thing 13. You never gave up on me 14. You help me do the best I can in life 15. You never ask anything in return after helping someone else 16. The kindness you show people even if they don’t deserve it 17. Your someone I can come to when I need it 18. You lead by example 19. Even when you have a hard day, you keep going 20. Your wonderful cooking 21. Your generous personality 22. Your love for family 23. You raised me 24. Your absolutely beautiful 25. Your love for God See, there are many reasons why I love you and the things you do. And believe it or not there are still many reasons that I have in mind. You are just a great person all together, and I just want you to know that I appriciate every little thing that you do. Sincerely, Teyondra Rawls p.s. Merry Christmas!!!!

(Writing) About a Boy

1. Kids are cruel: I don’t think that kids are necessarily cruel, but I do believe that kids can act be cruel. Kids will sometimes do things on purpose to get under your skin, and they know exactly what they are doing. They can get into things that you think that they can’t, or they can even get into small places where you wouldn’t even imagine getting into. Sometimes they even say things that you don’t expect them to say. But even though kids might be a pain in the butt you can’t help but love them anyways. No matter what they do or say. 2. Lies are hard to keep track of: I believe that lies are very hard to keep track of. Once you tell a lie you have to think of even more lies to go along with the first lie, and then you’ve lied so much that you forget what the first lie even was. So basically it’s pointless to lie in the first place. If you would just tell the truth the first time, then it would have been over with. I honestly think that people would rather keep making up lies, because they think that they will get in trouble for whatever they did or said. But what they don’t understand is that if you lie and the more you lie, then the more trouble you will be in. If you tell the truth then you will be disciplined, but if you lie then you will be punished.

If...

1. What makes a teacher the best to me is that they are understanding, and that they are trustworthy to the students. 2. To me the most important quality in a friend is honesty and loyalty. 3. The one thing that always makes me smile is looking at family photos. If you could be any age for the rest of your life, what age would you be?

Inspiring Image

I finished the painting Of her long golden hair Her pale white face And her tall skinny body She’s a masterpiece The most perfect human That I’ve ever seen In my whole life I wonder if she knows How much I really And truly love her But it breaks my Heart to know That she doesn’t Even know me If she did know me Would she love me For who I am Or would she refuse My love for her Every time that I Look at her I’ll Get butterflies in My stomach and my Mind goes crazy for her Who am I kidding She’ll never go for A guy like me I’m a joke A loser A failure I just wish that I could get to know her Her likes and dislikes What makes her smile What makes her cry And what makes her mad My, if only I could Tell her how much I love her That’s it I’ll just walk up To her and explain My love for her No pressure I’ll do it first thing In the morning When I wake up I’ll stoop down On one knee And hand her A dozen roses While I sing to her And I might even Do a little dance No, no No dancing Dancing is too much I’ll just stich With the singing Wow, I just can’t Wait to wake up Tomorrow morning And see that beautiful Smile on her face I love her no matter What anyone says And if I can’t have her Than nobody can