As I look at the paragraphs I've posted throughout the year, I realize how much my home life effects my writing. In almost every blog I have an allusion to someone in my family, or a place that I remember as a child. Writing about home makes writing more meaningful to me, because it's personal and not something I usually share verbally. Writing is like an escape from solitude, even when you feel your loneliest, because even if you don't speak, you're still able to voice your opinion.
At the beginning of the year I would say I was a fairly good student. I did every blog, including extra credits, and each was done on time. As the year progressed though, my bad habits began to emerge when my home life became more stressed. I'm missing several blogs, and almost all of them are late.
A few weeks ago, I was actually failing half of my classes. I was so involved trying to straighten out my home life that school just slipped my mind.
My parents both gave me a proposal. My dad said that if I stopped skipping school, and passed all of my classes, that he would stop harping on me about seeing my mom. My mom, on the other hand, told me that if I did those same things, she would get me a puppy.
I can't wait for school to be out so I can get that puppy. I don't know if I've ever been so excited about something, honestly. I've always wanted one, but my dad says, "cats are cool, but dogs are dicks". I'm sorry if that quote is inappropriate, but it just seemed to fit, and it's an actual saying.
I learned a lot this year. Not necessarily in my classes, because I messed up A LOT after Spring Break, had a bit of a party fever, but from that I learned how important it is to stay on track and do your work.
Monday, June 13, 2011
A Memorable Assignment
Writing papers has always been something I don't struggle with. When this year came along, I started getting lower grades than I ever had on assignments, so therefore began to doubt myself. Towards the middle of the year we read a poem called "Shoulders", and that's the assignment I'm most proud of.
I expected to get a really low grade on it, so I remember not wanting to get it back. When the day came that you returned it to us, I was completely astonished to find out I got 100%. In fact, I don't think I've ever been more proud of a paper in my life. This is a little bit embarrassing, but I actually folded the paper so only the note you wrote, saying I was a good writer, was showing, and then I tacked it on my wall, because it gave me confidence on other assignments I was writing!
I expected to get a really low grade on it, so I remember not wanting to get it back. When the day came that you returned it to us, I was completely astonished to find out I got 100%. In fact, I don't think I've ever been more proud of a paper in my life. This is a little bit embarrassing, but I actually folded the paper so only the note you wrote, saying I was a good writer, was showing, and then I tacked it on my wall, because it gave me confidence on other assignments I was writing!
Saturday, June 11, 2011
A Good Experience With Poetry(late)
When I was in Mrs. Barber's class at Pioneer in third grade, she ordered all of my pupils and I a blank white book for us to put poems in. It took a few months, but eventually my book was filled, and I was so proud of myself. Our reward for writing a poem on every page was free time to color the cover of our book. I drew a tree on mine, with leaves of hearts hanging off of it. It almost looked like a Weeping Willow, but my own personalized version. I called it "Katie's Book of Poems" and gave it to my mom as a present at the end of the school-year.
My favorite poem was one that I had written about my grandparents house, and to this day it's my favorite place to write about. The poem was surprisingly mature for a third-grader, I realized over time, and that's probably why everyone loved it as much as they did.
I lost my poem book when I was evicted from my house on June 26, 2010, along with most of my other things. The book was upstairs on a book case, where my mom put only her favorite books, and since I was mad at my mom for leaving me, and letting our house be taken away from us, so I didn't include anything from her bookshelf in my plastic tub of things I was allowed to keep. Instead I put in a bunch of useless things. A computer, some of my clothes, movies that I liked, and a few video games. I really wish I would have put more thought into what was important, because I'll never get what was left in that house back. It's gone for eternity; probably in a landfill somewhere now.
Personally, I love poetry, and I love writing poems. I write all the time, yet I always throw them away once they're finished because I'd rather get rid of things by choice than have them taken away from me. I think poetry soothes the soul, and that's why music is so appeasing to the senses.
My favorite poem was one that I had written about my grandparents house, and to this day it's my favorite place to write about. The poem was surprisingly mature for a third-grader, I realized over time, and that's probably why everyone loved it as much as they did.
I lost my poem book when I was evicted from my house on June 26, 2010, along with most of my other things. The book was upstairs on a book case, where my mom put only her favorite books, and since I was mad at my mom for leaving me, and letting our house be taken away from us, so I didn't include anything from her bookshelf in my plastic tub of things I was allowed to keep. Instead I put in a bunch of useless things. A computer, some of my clothes, movies that I liked, and a few video games. I really wish I would have put more thought into what was important, because I'll never get what was left in that house back. It's gone for eternity; probably in a landfill somewhere now.
Personally, I love poetry, and I love writing poems. I write all the time, yet I always throw them away once they're finished because I'd rather get rid of things by choice than have them taken away from me. I think poetry soothes the soul, and that's why music is so appeasing to the senses.
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