Thunderstorm

Author's Note: I wrote this piece for a warm up one day. It was a stream of consciousness and I kind of went to a dark place with it. The day I wrote this I was sad and so the story kind of went in that direction. This piece was an expression of my sadness that day.

  Standing outside, under a tree during a thunderstorm. Wondering if this storm will ever stop. I am soaked now, cold as a icicle in the frozen tundra. There is no way to get home from here. I am trapped.  Holding my umbrella, I think to myself why am I holding this? There is something wrong with this picture. I knew why. The umbrella could not only keep my dry somewhat for now at least, but it could also really harm me. The thunder is horrendous, harmful, terrifying. I need to put this down away from me where I do not see it, so that I can not pick it up again. Maybe in some since thinking I would get warmer. I step out into the rain and find a place to set it far enough away that if I wanted to get it I would have to walk a ways away. Plus I didn't want to feel so cold. Once I sat it down I sprinted to the tree I was under, the biggest tree in the world, or at least I thought it was compared to my minute size. At that time I couldn't think at all, the only thing that I could see was the rain and all the lightning. I wasn't scared of these storms but now that I was standing in one of them alone I was petrified. Was my family okay? My friends? I didn't know but I couldn't do anything anyway. It was quite to dangerous to do so. The last sound I heard was a huge loud banging sound. It was thunder and then I felt pain and the next thing I saw was a bright light nothing else just that and I knew that I was gone.

Perdictions of My Sister's Keeper

Author's Note: I wrote this piece to express what my thoughts were so far in the book and how I think that it is going to turn out in the end.

Anna, a 13 year old blood donor for her dying sister Kate, feels her family doesn’t appreciate the fact that she goes through a lot being a donor. I can't imagine how hard it would be to have to be in the hospital all the time donating blood for my sister. The thought that no matter how much you hate giving blood, if you don't your sister will die. Its frightening, I mean it has to be.  This is why she filed a law suit against her parents. I believe that even though she has a lot of reason to be mad, and she really is upset about it, I don’t think that her case is strong enough for her to win. I believe that after the case is settled, the parents will come through and give Anna the freedom to choose whether or not her be poked. I think that Kate will insert her opinion and tell her parents that Anna shouldn't have to give her blood if she doesn’t want to. After that, Kate will have to go on a donor list and she will have to wait for a donor. Kate will become more, and more sick, and in the end she will die. Once Kate has passed, Anna will feel as though she isn't loved and that the only reason she was brought into this world was to give blood to her sister. Now that she's gone she is worthless, at least in her eyes.

Sarah's Secret

Sarah walked down the hallway staring at the floor, watching her feet grace the lightly stained hardwood, step by step singing all the way. With every step the floor made more, and more noise, and the hallway got darker, and darker, yet she still sang and walked as if she was clueless of what lies ahead.  The hardwood floor has come right up to bright orange carpeting. She stopped suddenly. Breathing heavily, she looks up slowly, not sure what she'll find. Hand on her chest, she feels her heart beat rapidly. Trying to calm herself, she looks back down at the ground to avoid seeing anything in the room. Again, she looks up slowly only to find a large leather chair in the middle of the room. The walls were lined with bookshelves. It was empty. No one in sight. She walks slowly and carefully, looking around making sure nobody's watching, and finally approaches the chair. She looks one more time over her shoulders, then climbs up the chair, and sits. Her feet barely off the edge, and her little head only a third of the way to the top of the chair; she decides to get comfortable. As she starts to close her eyes and fall asleep she feels a cool breeze graze her head, and blow through her light blond pigtails. It felt as if a fan had just turned on directly above her. She opens her eyes and the lights were bright as the sun shining in her eyes. Blinking, adapting to the light, she squints her blue eyes, only to find her furious father standing there staring at her in shame. She wasn’t sure what she did. Nothing happened. She just sat down in that huge leather chair, that’s it. Frightened, she jumps out of the chair and walks slowly towards her dad. Tears starting to stream down her face, not actually crying, just tears. She doesn’t whimper, not a peep. She walks past him out the door and he follows her out the door back into the hall. The bottom of her pigtails, wet from her tears that she refused to wipe away, head down; she never looks up at her father, she wasn’t allowed. A backhand always follows their eyes meeting. Ever since she's never been able to look anyone in the eye. Her mother is the only person who's ever seen her ice blue eyes, says that you could stare into all day long, but Sarah never lets anyone that close anymore. Nobody.

Racism

Racism. Was it right? In To Kill A Mockingbird, racism was the center of their society. Everything from school, to walking on the streets, even in huge court cases revolved around the color of your skin. This was shown throughout the book. In many cases though, the whites were shown to be worse people than the blacks were even thought to be.

All of the kids were brought up with this thought that racism is okay, that that’s the norm. They were brought up thinking that it was okay to treat blacks like they were less than us whites, like they didn't even exists. Scout was one of the only children that saw the way that they were acting was terrible. She saw that racism isn't right, and that all people should be treated equal, but the most adults didn’t agree. They had grown up that way and weren't willing to change.

One person in the book that didn’t see everyone as black, or white, was Atticus Finch. He saw everyone as equals and gave everyone a fair chance, even blacks. In the big court case when Tom Robinson, who was black, was against Mayella Ewell Atticus stood up for Tom Robinson only stating the facts. He was trying to prove that maybe it wasn’t Tom Robinson, and that maybe, just maybe, they had everything wrong.

Today, racism is seen differently. There is still some racism in the world, but not to the extent that it was years ago. We have gotten past that time frame where racism was okay. People who are racist are in way, frowned upon. That is a time frame in our history that most of us are not proud of, but others grew up that way, and don’t see the problem. Which is one of the reasons why we are still racist. Some people believe that once all of the elderly people who grew up with racism die off, then we will be a better country.

Personality

One mistake. That's all it took for Melinda to be hated by everyone in school. She called the cops at a high school party, and now no one wants to hang out with her. She lost her friends, and she is now she is an outcast. Melinda has to live through this pain everyday, but most of all, she has to try to move forward for the next four years of her high school life.

Melinda calling the cops was the right thing to do, but when you go to a party then call the cops, you are bound to be hated. Melinda didn't realized that what she was doing was that bad a thing until it was already done. I think that calling the cops was a good thing for her. After she called the cops she hit rock bottom, but art was brought her back to reality. Whenever she was drawing she went to this place, where it was just her and the paper and thats all that mattered, which was very helpful when Melinda was feeling down. Most of that was Mr. Freeman. Without him she would go completely insane and be entirely depressed.

Melinda has been lost for her whole life. She was always an outcast, lost in the crowd. Even when she was in the 5th grade she was not sure who she was, or who she wanted to be. Sure she had friends, but she looked to them more for her own sake. Melinda wanted to improve her personality, but instead of looking within herself she would end up being her friends. When she decorated her room with her friends, the room wasn't a reflection of her, it was a reflection of what all her friends wanted her room to look like.

Will Melinda ever find herself? I think if she stays with art she could succeed immensely. With the way the tree drawing effected her I think it could help Melinda to find herself. Maybe if she finds herself she can get some real friends, not some fill in, good for now friends.

The Power Of The Government

How would life be if everyone was the same? If you couldn’t learn, or come to be a better, more successful person. Well  "Harrison Bergeron" and Fahrenheit 451 show very similar plots where this is the center of the characters' worlds, their normal lives. The government is more powerful than anything and everything, and no one could even try and rise above it, no matter how hard they try. In the end everyone is equal, and there is no alternative.

In both stories the characters are to believe that to succeed is a very bad thing. You shouldn't be smarter than anyone else, nor should you try and be better than anyone else. In Fahrenheit 451 if you try to read, the government will have the firefighters come and burn all of the books they can find. When Guy, a firefighter, questions whether he still wants to be a firefighter still, or quit, he feels as if that’s a bad thing, and he shouldn't question authority, but he feels he doesnt have a choice of what to do but because of the controlling government.

One common theme is the government frowning upon one person succeeding more than others. In Fahrenheit 451 the characters are frowned upon succeeding, but they still have the chance to prosper. If they are found reading, the government will burn the books, but they can still learn through other resources, and yet no one has ever tried. In "Harrison Bergeron" they don’t have that choice at all. The government decided that everyone will be exactly the same. All the same rank in beauty, strength, speed, smarts, everything! If you are smarter than everyone else, you don’t have a chance to succeed and become more; you are shrunk to the "normal" standard, and deprived of the successful life you could have.

For me, the main lesson in these two pieces, would be that if our government were to handicap everyone in our society, life would be terribly boring with everyone equal to every single person in society. It taught me that life isn't about being better than everyone else; it's about being the best you can be and to succeed at just that.

A Christmas Carol

"I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I live in the Past, Present, and the Future. The Spirts of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons they teach. Oh, tell me I may sponge away the writing on this stone."

In this passage from the book A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens was trying to show how Scrooge was giving up his old way of hating Christmas, and everything that goes along with it. He realizes that Christmas is about giving, and not receiving, but mostly its about family. After this passage in the book, his atittude changed and lead to him being nice and buying that turkey for the pour little boy's family. All of his bad atittude were gone and he loved this time of the year for ever on.

Does Love Come Before Family?

How important is love? Does it ever come before family? In the book The Summer I Turned Pretty, Belly has to choose what's more important to her, Conrad, the guy that she has always had feelings for, or he family who has always been there. She needs to decide whether she is going to be there for her mother, or chase after Conrad for her last chance.

Susannah and Belly have always been extremely close ever since she was a little girl. Towards the end of the book, knowing that she might never see Susannah and her boys again throughout this hard time in their life will be difficult. Since they are leaving the summer house, to most likely never come again visits will be limited to see each other, but not only time with Susannah, time with Conrad too will be limited. When Conrad had been the most vulnerable, Belly and him shared a kiss and they had a connection now, but she didn't know if she would see him again. She was left wondering if they would take it any further than just a kiss, and maybe date.

Belly's mother was having a hard time coping with her best friend Susannah's divorce. Belly could tell that her mother's hurt was deeper than she'd been showing. She acted like nothing was wrong, and that she was fine, but it was obvious that she was so emotionally drained. Her best friend had breast cancer again, and it came to the point where the cancer was going to be hard to fight. Belly needed to be there for her mother, but she couldn't stop thinking about Conrad and seeing him. Would she have to leave her mother to see Conrad one more time to explore the possibilities that there could something more?

Everything was questionable at this point. She wasn't sure how her mother was going to be day to day, or how Susannah was dealing with the pain. She hadn't a clue where her relationship with Conrad was going, but it felt to her as if it wasn't going anywhere fast. At this point she has to focus on her family and getting through the next year as best as she can.

Point of View

The book The Summer I Turned Pretty is written in the point of view of Belly, a sixteen year old girl who is in love with her mother's very close friend's son, Conrad.  For almost the whole book he is very to himself, but Belly doesn’t know why. Jeremiah knew what was wrong with Conrad and why he was being this way the whole summer yet she was still left unknowledgeable of this information. First the depressing news about Susannah and her husband getting divorce, and then finding out towards the end of the summer that Susannah's cancer had come back. From her point of view nothing was wrong with Conrad, just the fact that Conrad was acting out, that’s all.

Her mother's best friend Susannah was like a second mother to her, and yet there were things still held a secret from Belly. She didn't know that Susannah and her husband Mr. Fisher were getting a divorce, or about the cancer. She has heard her mother and Susannah fighting earlier in the summer, but didn't think too much about it. Susannah didn't know that the boys knew about everything or otherwise she would have told everyone. She wasn't one to keep a secret unless it was in the best interest of the people she loves, so in the end Belly wasn’t upset, but it was something that if she had known she would have been there more for Susannah.

The whole summer Belly didn't know what was going on around her. She was held back from information that she was obligated to know. Susannah was a part of her life and shouldn't be in the dark about things that were happening in her life. If she had only know all those times her mother and Susannah asked her to just stay home, and be with them was actually because Susannah had cancer again, she would have been there spending as much time as she could with her. Now time is limited and summer is over, what would she do now? She had to go home, where right now she didn't want to be.

Character Analysis

Belly, the main character of The Summer I Turned Pretty, I would consider  a dynamic character. She is always changing her mood, and changing her mind about who she likes. For the most part Belly likes Conrad, who is very to himself during the story, but she also has a love life with a guy she has met a long time ago, who she is reunited with, and his name is Cam. She doesn’t know who to like because she has always liked Conrad, and he's always been there, but Cam, Cam is something new, something different.

Belly in the end still doesn’t know who to choose. She is leaving Cousins, Cam and Conrad, to possibly see them  never again. She had to break things off with Cam, but as for Conrad, Belly was close to his mother so there was a chance of them seeing each other sometime that year. She decided that since her and Conrad shared that kiss that they might be able to work things out and date. In the end she chose Conrad which wasn’t surprising seeing as she has always set her sights on him.

Fahrnheit 451

"A book lit, almost obediently, like a white pigeon, in his hands, wings fluttering."

This quote is showing Guy's thoughts about books and how peaceful they looked to read. The metaphor about the pigeon shows me this symbolism. The pleasant site of the book drew Guy to it. It was something new for Guy, to feel that way about a book by just looking at it. He enjoyed the book and wanted to read it, seeing as it is the only book that lit up to Guy.

Finding Himself

Have you ever been stranded, or lost, and had no clue how to get home, or even if you would make it home? Well in Life of Pi this is what Pi lives through for months. Pi, or Piscine Patel, tells two stories about what happened on the stranded boat, but can we trust him? Are the stories that he told true, or is he hiding reality from the innocent minds of human beings?

As I read Life of Pi I wondered could this really happen? Some parts seemed cruel and downright disturbing. Pi tells a story about a zebra, a hyena, an orangutan, and a tiger named Richard Parker. In this story the hyena beheaded the orangutan and killed the already injured zebra. Afterward the tiger, Richard Parker killed the hyena, for he needed to stay alive in this killing war.

Throughout this journey Pi needed to Figure out where he and Richard Parker stood. He had to mark his territory and stay alive, seeing as the tiger was full for a while, but he would become hungry again. He needed to show Richard Parker that he was in fact the boss, and he did. Pi stayed alive and had very little to no problems with the tiger himself. I think that the tiger represents the parts of himself that he has yet to figure out, and that’s why Richard Parker never dies because that part of Pi doesn’t disappear.

In the people version though, he meets a blind man Pi realizes something important. At first I thought that he was real and that the blind man really did eat the leather boot and kill and eat Pi, but then I really thought about it. Pi really didn’t see the blind man. I believe that I was the part of Pi that wanted to give up and saying why do I have to live through this? The blind man makes him think about his life and he shows him that life is worth living, because if he got that far he can live through anything else that comes his way.

Throughout the book, Pi tells two stories about his journey on the lifeboat. Whether these stories are true or not, I don’t know. Neither seems to be true at all, but I don’t think that the story he was trying to tell was that of him on a lifeboat, or whether he was with the animals or with people, but something else. I think that the real story is the one that you have to read between the lines to find. That Pi found himself. He realized that he is strong and can handle anything no matter what life throws at him.

Relief

Authors Note: This piece was written to go along with the two pieces A Week of Worrying and Healing. I wasnt trying to make it into a poem, but it kinda turned out that way.

The feeling of knowing that you are okay, fills me with warmth everyday.
To see you here helps me be free, from any stress that there would be.
She will show you which way to go, seeing as you need to go slow
Life is returning to the way it was, and he's still doing the things he does
With every day your future brightens, as does hers, I can tell from her kindness

Healing

Authors Note: this piece I wrote to go along with A Week of Worrying. This piece is just reflecting on how I am feeling right now with everything going on in my life.
Time has past and he's still here. Everything's fine when he is near. I feel his pain, for it hurt me too, but what can I do? His doctors are doing all that they can, and the only thing I can say is that if anyone can get though this, he can.

A Week of Worrying

Authors Note: I have just recently got some news that isnt earth shattering, but it could turn out to be. I have been very stressed out latelty and wanted to get some things off my mind without telling everyone the story.

Today is the day. A week of worrying all led up to this. So much support, so much worrying, and the person who its really hurting doesn’t even realize how much could happen in that room. Three hours, the best surgeon in Milwaukee, and the one I love on the table. So much pain and sorrow I feel for him, yet nothing I say or do can help. No balloons or cards can bring him happiness. Support is all I can bring. Yet, even such a small gesture won’t feel like enough. I never knew that I could feel this helpless until now, in this moment.

The Summer I Tured Pretty Point Of View

The book The Summer I Turned Pretty is written in the point of view of Belly, a sixteen year old girl who is in love with her mother's very close friend's son, Conrad.  For almost the whole book he is very to himself, but Belly doesn’t know why. Jeremiah knew what was wrong with Conrad and why he was being this way the whole time but, she was left out of this information. First the depressing news about Susannah and her husband getting divorce, and then finding out towards the end of the summer that Susannah's cancer had come back. From her point of view nothing was wrong with Conrad, just the fact that Conrad was acting out, that’s all.

Her mother's best friend Susannah was like a second mother to her, and yet there were things still held a secret from Belly. She didn't know that Susannah and her husband Mr. Fisher were getting a divorce, or about the cancer. She has heard her mother and Susannah fighting earlier in the summer, but didn't think too much about it. Susannah didn't know that the boys knew or otherwise she would have told the story to everyone. She wasn't one to keep a secret unless it was in the best interest of the people she loves, there was no way.

The whole summer Belly didn't know what was going on around her. She was held back from information that she was obligated to know. Susannah was a part of her life and shouldn't be in the dark about things that were happening in her life. If she had only know all those times her mother and Susannah asked her to just stay home, and be with them was actually because Susannah had cancer again, she would have been there spending as much time as she could with her. Now time is limited and summer is over, what would she do now? She had to go home, where right now she didn't want to be.

Why You Should Like Justin Bieber

Justin Bieber, an extremely talented singer, is one of the most popular teen pop star sensations in the world. He became very famous extremely quickly. Why? Pure talent is why. He was always involved with music and sang ever since he was two. He posted videos on YouTube of him singing in a music competition at age 11. He didn’t expect anything out of it. He defiently got more than he bargained for, but now he is on tour with millions of screaming girls following him all over the world.

How does such talent come from a boy at his young age? Well, Justin Bieber was a success from the start of his music career. At two he was playing the drums like a professional. Although what he used as drum was a little different. He would drum on his kitchen chair. As he was drumming he would sing, granted his voice wasn’t the best then, but that shows how much he loved singing, or any kind of music with a best for that fact from a young age.

While Justin was growing up his parents got a divorce. He lived with his mom most of his childhood. They weren’t very wealthy at the time, and Justin’s mom Patty had a hard time supporting him. As a single mom, and being only 19 when she had him, she did an exceptional job of raising him. He dropped out of school to be home schooled.

He wasn’t just a musician growing up though. He actually tried to hide the fact from his friends that he could sing and play an array instruments, or that he could sing. He learned how to play the guitar, trumpet, piano, and percussion, but he never left out time to play sports. He played basketball, hockey, golf and soccer with all of his friends. When his friends found out that he could sing they didn’t believe it, so they went to watch his singing competition, and supported the fact that he can sing. Those friends are still supporting him today, by going to his shows and calling to remind him that they care.

Justin was discovered when he was only 12 years old by Scooter Braun. He saw that Justin’s page had thousands of hits so he watched a couple of the videos. Scooter was amazed by what he heard. After Scooter saw these videos he went out searching and found Justin. Pattie, Justin’s mom, was very skeptical about taking Scooter’s offer to fly to Atlanta for a day and see how it goes. Pattie accepted after a very long phone call to Scooter. Pattie accepted and Scooter later became his manger.

Justin’s career started right away. Scooter took him to sing to famous artists, like his current mentor Usher. They were all so impressed by how amazing his voice was, and how confidant he was when he sang. Justin didn’t know how lucky he was at the time, or that one day he would be touring around the world and have million, and millions of screaming fans watching his every move. He didn’t know that he wouldn’t see his friends and family often, and the time that he did get with them would be brief. Even then Justin managed to stay grounded, and not slip into the fact that he might be a celebrity, and that he’s better than everyone else. By the help of Scooter, Usher, and his mother Pattie there is no way he wouldn’t stay grounded. They help him through everything, especially his mom.

Through all of the hard things that he has to go through, with not seeing his family or friends often, Justin stands tall. He doesn’t let something like that take him down, he keeps moving forward. He doesn’t care what people think. For him it is about what he wants, and his dreams, not what other people want. He is only 17, and yes it may be hard to believe, but he is a normal guy under all that fame, but he is nevertheless. He likes to hang with his friends, eat fast food, sleep in, and he even gets sick sometimes. So, if you don’t like his music, that’s okay, but don’t hate the guy behind the music.

Introduction

Authors Note: We were doing a warm-up for introductions in class. We chose topics for a story such as  settings, and characters then we switched a couple of them throughout the classroom and made an introduction with our settings, characters, and topics. This was a challange for me because my setting and charactors are so different.

In Lake Park, a neighborly, subdivision lived an old man named sensei chin-chin. He was a extremely wise man with sensible clothing, for an old person that is. He lived next door to me. In his back yard he had a wagon, but it wasn’t just a wagon, it was a big red pool he had custom made for him. Sensei swam everyday. He would swim laps for hours and hours and play classical music loudly. It was so loud that inside my home, in the basement, on the furthest corner away from his house, and with ear plugs in could still hear his music. This kept me from being able to do my homework and read because I couldn't concentrate, but don’t try and tell your teacher that, trust me they wont believe it. I got in trouble at school because I had kept using "excuses" about not getting my homework done. My teacher called home my mother and father yelled at me. But I never had time to explain my self! Whatever. Screw this. I am going to Sencei Chin-Chin and we are going to have a conversation about his music. I am going to fix this problem all on my own.

Grandma's House

As I lay here I think about what I have left at home, nothing but loneliness and nothingness fills that home. Although it has nothing good for me there I love it because it was my grandmother's house. She passed in 1990 when I was 13. I was old enough to remember her and cherish her, but that was different for my 3 year old brother who will not remember her and if he does it will be just a small memory that will fade to nothing over time. Her death will mean something to him, but he won't hurt as much as it hurts the rest of us.

I think to the future and how it will be when he asks who his grandmother was and what she was all about. He'll ask questions I'll feel obligated answer that I may not be ready to answer at that time. He deserves to know but, he is too young to know enough of what is going on at home right now. I hope that one day he will know who she is and remember how I do. I will honor her in everyway I can now. I don’t want to go back to loneliness and the depressing home that awaits me. It is sad there right now with everyone grieving.

Ever since I moved into my grandmother's house I have felt close to her. If I go back, will it feel better? Will I be less sad? Either way I have to go home at one point to her house. I will go back, but again it is nice here in Cancun, and I don’t want to leave. Maybe I will stay here for a while, and relax. That sounds like a good idea to me.

Language Arts Progress

Author's Note: I wrote this piece to explain what this Language Arts year, and how it meant to me and how I have improved. I went through so much this year that I couldn't fit all of it in this one piece knowing that I would bore you. 

In the beginning of the year I came into the class feeling like an outsider. I felt as though I didn't belong with all the other students. Because it was a couple of weeks into school it was very hard for me to just walk into the class, and write, and then share my writing with all these new people. However, I was welcomed in to the class as soon as I entered the room. I felt very comfortable in this class. This helped with my writing because my surroundings were comforting. I was very relaxed and my mind could travel wherever I wanted it be. As a writer I feel like I have learned so many new and different things ranging from simple grammar to how to quote sayings from books, or just sounds that I wanted to authorize. Even after improving in all of these things, there are still a few things I'd like to work on. Such as, reading more than I do now a days and also writing in different styles like poems or nonfiction. Seeing as I have never tried that kind of writing this year in class, I would like to try this at home on my own on my own time.

Independence.....something so important in school for students to learn, but we never do. We are taught that you listen to rules and follow them to a "T". Well, with the help of Mr. Johnson I was able to understand how important it is really was to be yourself and to be independent, not only in your writing and in Language Arts, but also in other classes too. This year in this class I worked on being as independent as possible, but also using my resources wisely. Mr. Johnson was there for me to answer every question I had, important and meaningful, or any silly, or nonsense questions. I happened to have those a lot. Even though most of the year was spent on time filming and editing videos for my group's satire, that was about three months late, I still had time for independent book reading and independent writing. The whole experience was extremely enjoyable, but frustrating at the same time with everyone bickering, and trying to make the movie better in their own ways. In the end I got a ton out of it. After everything was done, I realized that not only did I finish one of the best worked on project so far in my life, I had also made new friends, and got closer to ones that were always there. Most importantly I was independent with my work that I put forth and my groups work, which I was proud of. This meant a lot to me because teachers that I have had in the past years haven't let me be me in a classroom. I was doing the work I had to do, and putting as much effort into it that I had to. Now I know how good I can writer I can be, and that when I write a piece that I am not impressed with to make it the best that it can be, and Mr. Johnson helped me realize that.

I always thought that there were rules to follow on every writing piece, and that you had to write what your teacher told you to. It was very easy to write those pieces because you just put information together into paragraphs and called it writing. No matter how hard I try to write one of those pieces I have to change them now, so that I fit my teachers expectations, but I like to up and beyond them too, and add my own things to the old boring piece. While working on writing pieces that teachers assign me I have a lot of moments when I mess up the spelling of a word in the middle or miss a concept, but I am human. I also make mistakes on simple short stories, or while writing a sentence that when you go back and read it makes no sense. I worked on not missing any concepts and not making any simple spelling errors that were unnecessary in the first place. Because, I worked towards these goals I felt as if I grew and grew over the year and that I was more confident in myself that I can write anything and make it my best that it can be. I'm not another Shakespeare or anything so I don't expect to be the best all the time but as long as I put the best work that I can into it I am usually proud of myself.

I will miss all of my classmates, but there is still next year waiting for me to screw it up, but I will make every moment count with my writing and independence as an 8th grader. I will remember to work hard all of the time, and achieve my best.  All in all I think that this year for me in my LA was successful, and I have become a better writer and became much more independent. No matter how much I miss Mr. Johnson, and how much I learned from him, always coming into class learning something different, I will always remember my 7th grade Advanced Language Arts Class.