My Goals For Writing

  • In my next essay, use more text evidence, and relate back to the story more.
  • Next time I free write, write a fictional story.
  • Use 3 words from the class list on moodle in each piece.
  • In my next piece correctly use a semicolon.
  • Next time I write, try to write something other than a poem.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Natalie And Her Spit

Author's Note: It was a really fun experience that, was easy to write about. Also people can probably relate somehow to this time.


Natalie, Jessi, and I were all hanging out in Natalie's back yard just like any other day. We were laughing talking, everything going good. I mean except for we are always mean to each other in a best friend funny way, but that doesn't count. Somehow we went from talking to spitting, and we start spitting at each other. Eww right, but thats too bad. So we stop for a second and start laughing again. Then just out of the blue Natalie spits at me, I open my mouth to scream, because I was really hiper so yeah. Guess what happens? Yeah she spits right into my mouth. That is just not right. They were laughing so hard at me and it wasn't even funny. It would be funny if it was someone else, but it was me so it wasn't. I end up on the ground laughing too. It was a funny, gross time, but still it was a great time.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

JAYLA AND BARTHOLOMEW

Author's Note: One of the many amazing times. I tried to wirte about it, to see if you could see what we do when we are bored, and it just happened, and was a highlight at that time.

We were all at Jayla's house hanging out up in her room. It was morning. And we had been up for a little while. We could smell the pancakes cooking, and the bacon sizzling, but they weren't one yet! =( We were bored. (big surprise right), so we decided to call her house. Jayla is one of the most creative, loud, fun friends I have so she called. The phone rang and her mom picked up. She said hello, and Jayla responded in her Asian or something, voice, and started talking to her mom. She said her name was Bartholomew and kept talking looking for his aunt or something. When they were all done she hung up as Natalie, Jessi, and I were rolling on the floor laughing. We had to ask if she new it was us, so Jayla yelled down the stairs to her mom, "Who was that?" and her mom's reply was, "It was some little boy calling for his aunt or something!" That was the best part, but we had to tell her it was us. She was, a funny-mad at us, but she thought it was hilarious, as we came down to eat. That made waiting for breakfast a lot better, and we were still laughing at the table.

SUCCESSSSSSS!

Authors Note: I liked this quote when I found it sooo I put it on my blog!

"Obstacles are those frightful things you see when you take your eyes off the goal."-Henry Ford

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Forest

Author's Note: It was a journal response that I added.  I didnt really mean to, but it ended up in a dark place, but I liked how it ended so I left it there, so you can decide what it should go to.

There is a white snow covering the ground. A family of deer walk by. They stop in the middle of the clearing. I hear some birds as a cardinal flies by. I come up to the edge of the trees. They make a little dome, surrounding, enveloping me. I cant see the sky anymore, they, the trees, bend over me, cover me. I walk further in. I see the coals, of a fire still burning. Everlasting. Am i alone?