So I had a little time this morning, and I thought to myself: why not post one of my poems? I copied it from the Word document and pasted it here, did a little revising and editing and now, dear critics, it is yours to tear apart.
In Humanities, we have been writing poems. We were assigned to write a poem about something we believe in (a motto, phrase or slogan), where we are (location, mind, family) and where we’re from (traditions, family, events).
I feel obligated to share these with you guys. I really hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them! Be on the lookout later this week, as I will try and post them by Friday afternoon.
WARNING: THIS IS A SENSITIVE TOPIC. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.
This story addresses homosexuality. If this topic makes you uncomfortable for any reason, don’t read this. If you click Continue Reading, the story about a gay 7th grader shouldn’t make you uncomfortable. If it will, don’t keep reading.
If you’ve made it this far, I hope you enjoy the story.
June 9th was our last day of school, and we were dismissed at 11:45. I took pictures of all my classmates, had them sign my yearbook and school t-shirt, and tried to hug most of them.
I knew today would be especially sad for me because we were moving to Illinois, and I might not see them again.
I don’t like to be bitter, but I was kind of glad that I wouldn’t see one student again, who had treated me badly during 3 of my 4 years at Salem Hills. They continually made faces at me, teased me, made fun of my interests and pointed out every flaw I had. As I still respect the person, I will keep them anonymous and under the fake name of Rom.
During the chaos of this summer, I have not had much time to write on Lucky and Kyra or A Civilization Lost. I have been attending summer camp, going on Minnesota Boychoir tour in Kansas City and packing belonging from Rochester and St. Paul.
Had I been able to write more, I likely would have finished at least one of the two stories by now. I likely will not be continuing the stories for a while during the process of finding a new place to live and then adjusting to a new school.
So I am sorry to all of you who have been waiting for news on the books that I will probably not be writing after summer until late fall or early winter. Rest assured I will try to write small posts on Kiranmathew as often I can, but I cannot promise anything.
Basically, I am writing this post telling you not to expect anything. Consider it rare and unheard of if I do manage to write a post longer than 200 words or even write a post at all after summer ends and I have less free time because of school.
I just want you all to know this so you aren’t expecting me to suddenly publish a written book. I will try to write but after school starts but I likely won’t have a lot of time.
Caroline Hemmingway the child genius calculated out budget wrong. She took all of our monthly income into the equation, leaving no money for ourselves. It was Julius who pointed this out, and pretty soon everyone had given only about a fifth of their monthly income for Heidi the newly unemployed 42-year-old to use as a budget.
“I can work with $460,000,” Heidi said. Soon, the meeting had ended.
This is where the story from Austin’s point of view ends since he is not part of when Julius rushes to Katerina’s house after he hears the sirens. To read the original story, click here.
Austin pulled up to Katerina’s house at exactly 2:29 PM. He saw Julius House pulling up at the same time. Austin parked his Jaguar on the street and hopped out. He tossed his towel over his shoulder and climbed out. He closed his door and locked the car.
“Hey, Austin!” Julius said, getting out of his car. Austin smiled and said ‘hey’ back. When they opened the door of Katerina’s house, she greeted them with 2 glasses of water. She handed one to Austin and one to Julius, and Austin sat down on the couch.
Austin’s phone read. I thought it started at 2:30! Austin thought. He checked his watch: 2:20.
“Hey, Jamie!” He called. Jamie turned around. “Do you think you can cover for me? My meeting’s been bumped up earlier!”
“Sure!” she called. I smiled and climbed down from my lifeguard chair. I grabbed a towel and hopped over the fence that enclosed the pool. Austin unlocked his car and hopped in. He punched Katerina’s address into my GPS and started driving. Estimated time of arrival: 2:29.
For this project, I will be re-imagining the story I published yesterday that Caryn gave to me.
I will be writing it from the perspective of Austin Charm (the lifeguard at the country club):
Austin Charm stood at the edge of the pool at “Serafina’s Country Club” watching the kids splash and play in the pool, while parents and grandparents lovingly pulled them out of the water to reapply sunscreen every hour or so.
He knew that soon he would have to leave to go to the neighborhood watch meeting at Katerina Petrov’s house. Austin was glad that she had talked Julius House into joining NHW since he and Julius were friends, and now they would get to hang out.
End of part 1. Part 2 should be published by 3:45 (CT)
When reading a class novel or play, encourage critical reading and transliteracy by asking students to re-imagine the story in a different media. In other words, if it were not a traditional narrative or play, how could the same story be told in different ways? Students might choose to tell the story through the Facebook profiles and status updates of multiple characters; Tumblr posts incorporating text, photos, and video; an interactive Prezi that permits readers to navigate away from the linear narrative flow; a series of Vine videos posted to Twitter or Instagram, or a series of posts on a website using pictures and text.
Here is one of the stories I wrote at SIG during my Fan Fiction class. Caryn (the TA) was the one who gave this writing prompt to me.
Dear Julius House,
Due to the growing amount of crime in our neighborhood, we (Lisa Raye Jekyll, Coraline Hemingway, Otis Florentine, Heidi Flash, Austin Charm and myself) have decided to start Neighborhood Watch program.
I scowled as I looked at the letter my nemesis had sent me in the mail. We are neighbors and I’m not happy about it.
I decided to join, just so I could try to annoy Katrina, who thought the was the most amazing person in the world because she was the lead dancer at some prestigious Russian ballet company.
I picked up my phone and found Katerina’s contact card. I unblocked her and dialed her number.
“Hello?” Katerina answered sounding as snobby as ever.
So a couple days ago, I told you guys about a poem that we read in class. At the end of the post, I said that I had written my own weather poem that I will share. Here is the poem I wrote about a tornado:
Today we read the above poem in class, and I decided I wanted to write a poem like the one on the left. I also wanted to get your opinion on the poem.
What struck me was the personification made it sound like a crow, or maybe a raven. To me, envisioning a thunderstorm as a bird of prey, with big velvety wings that-to a young child-could potentially crush an entire garden. Maybe just the way crows and ravens are portrayed in movies and books made m think this, but I like the poem a lot.