Category Archives: Writer’s Notebook

A category for words from my writer’s notebook.

7th Grade Reflections

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When I first arrived in August, I expected 7th grade to be easy. I would just cruise on through having great time. But I soon realized that wouldn’t be even close to what it would be like. By October, my life was all homework all the time. I got math homework every night. There was blog post due on Friday every week. I was even given reviews for tests with material I hadn’t learned yet!

Eventually, I figured out that I just had to deal with it. I just needed to drudge my way through all those night with no free time. I just needed to do all those silly reviews with new material. I just needed to persevere. Through out seventh grade, I got to learn all sorts of things. Dissecting a dear heart, graphing endless lines, and knowing about natives were some of the things I learned.

But, as the year comes to a close, I have no idea how to feel about 8th grade.

How do you feel about next year?

The Lair of the Phantom

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In the lair of the Phantom, the air is heavy with contempt. The floors smothered in pain. The walls emanate hate. Above all this, the roof lies, hiding from the world.

The throne, once sat on proudly, is vacant. All of the humanity has gone. On the wall, the candles glow a sinister red. Drops of liquid fall on to the lake.

The lake is filled with the most polluted of waters. There is no life in such a thing. The boat sways on the waves gently, weathered by the anger. The lake is lined with fanged plants. All of them ready to snap at a moments notice.

All of these horrors are hidden deep underground, so the terrible world will never find it. The lair of the Phantom.

Photo from MorgueFile.

It’s Hard to Think of Ideas

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      How is somebody supposed to do this? I’ve tried to pull inspiration from nowhere, but it isn’t working! Thinking of ideas is hard.

     One of the problems with making up ideas is that some of them are just plain terrible. Would writing an essay about how peanut butter isn’t a fast airplane be interesting? Everybody already knows that! How about explaining why favorite color is your favorite? For me, it just is! How am I going to explain that?

     Also, just because you think of a good idea doesn’t mean you can do it. I once thought to write about dogs. It was a good idea, but the thing was, I knew almost nothing about them. How am I going to write a expository essay about something I know nothing about?

     I have no idea how people can think of ideas, but it is impossible for me.

I am From…

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I am from…

I am from controllers

From screens and buttons

I am from the old gray couch

The sound of my dog greeting me

I am from the bluebonnet

The tree whose branches brushed my face every time I walked by

I’m from trips to Arizona and playing games

I’m from Angela and David

I’m from watching TV and playing with my Dad

And from leaving every Christmas

I’m from num nums and pasghetti

And the Birthday Song

I’m from meeting with the Gabbards

I’m from Arizona and Korea

And spaghetti and macaroni

From me putting my head in my Mom’s salad

The salad my Mom was eating.

I’m from all of these amazing memories about my life

All of the amazing memories I keep in my heart

Rain

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I could smell it.

I could smell the Earth.

It was about to rain.

Plip! Plop! It drizzles down in a flash.

It falls everywhere.

All you can see is the rain.

You can feel the dirt turn to sludge.

You can hear the crash of thunder in the distance.

The dark clouds loom over you ominously.

It is dark, dank, and cold.

Nobody is around.

It is dark, dank, cold, and lonely.

Just like it started, it was over.

The clouds moved on to other lands.

The rain faded away into morning dew,

and rainbows crossed the sky.

As a side note, I’m going to try to get the word of the week to be on Sundays.

Through the Lands of Games

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Beyond the shining golden coins
Around the golden triangles three
Over the land of battling monsters
Behind the blocky wooden house
Inside the koopa king’s belly
With in the confusing halls of white
Past the snorting backstabbing spy
Beside the colorful jumping bros
There lies only one person in control.

You

This is my preposition poem for English. I decided to choose games as my theme. Can you name all 6 games? Some of the games are pretty obscure, so if you get all of them, you might get a call out or something…