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Example 1:
These medieval sins
The medieval sins evoked even the strangers in harmony.
The knights came back from battle
The archers stood, still on the castle walls.
As they kept a kept a careful eye on the horizon.
The feast of gluttony was for the knights who came back from battle.
But no one could see the sprinted warning.
If one could see it no one would know the meaning.
Because it was those very medieval sins
that masked the holiness in the halls of the shaded castle.
Even if people thought that this feast of strangers was a holiday
I could hear the piecing scream on the horizon.
But the medieval sins masked everything besides the sins themselves.
As I heard the screams of the fallen
I was away
Then it dawned
The medieval sins melted away
The holiness of the world cradled me in its hands.
Hands that illuminated the shaded castle
It is now a long time later from that day of sinful pleasures.
The day of the fallen I call it now.
But never the less I will never forget those medieval sins.
The reason why I like pecie of work so much was in was very unique to me. it is a poem I wrote last year for 10th and 11th grade english and I still feel like its one of the best poems I have ever written because of the way it flows and how everything works in the poem.
Example 2:
"Do your free writing!" The teacher angrily said one last time to the class. I didn't really want to, she never really checked them and I wasn't a good writer. So I looked at the board and the word there was ‘sidewalk’. I was wondering what I could write about that involved a sidewalk.
I glanced at my friend next to me to see what he was writing about. He was writing an essay-style work that was about how we shouldn't make sidewalks out of cement. I honestly didn't care. I glanced over to my friend on my left; he was writing some poem about a sidewalk. But that's all I could make note of before the paper was turned away from me.
I still couldn't think of anything. So I wrote an “I” on my paper. It was a very nice looking “I” at that, but it didn't help get any creative thought processes going. Then something caught my eye outside that reminded me of what I had for lunch, and my mind started to wander.
"Five more minutes!" The teacher boomed as I snapped out of my daydream. I then thought what I should write about again. I only had a empty page with just an “I” on it. Then I wrote “I was sitting on a sidewalk.” But that didn't make sense, you would be in the way. But what else would I write, “I got killed on a sidewalk”? Nah, that would be a bad ending,
"Times up!" The teacher said with a followed "Anyone want to share?" It was the usual suspects. There was that one person who seems to drone on about something that is most likely important, but I can never follow. Today I think it was about repeating a day, but I know that would never happen. Then there was that one person who wrote stuff about robots, or at least I think it was about robots. My two friends remained silent as statues during this whole proceeding that seemed to last an eternity.
Eventually the eternity ended and it was about 20 minutes ‘till we were set free from the prison that was our school. The teacher started to drone on about some most likely amazing book that we were about to read, I think she said that someone who went to this school wrote it. But I was thinking about how to build a more efficient car. I wanted to build things as a job, and subjects like math and science interested me the most. English I could care less about.
"Joseph," The teacher said and I was once again snapped out of my daydream.
"Yes?" I replied. The teacher rolled her eyes as she repeated the question.
"What do you think will happen in the book?" My stare was blank since I didn't know what to say- so, I did what I always do, I made it up.
"I think flying sidewalks will take over the world" I said.
The teacher replied, "That's very interesting but I don't think the book has anything to do about flying sidewalks." As she finished I heard giggles in the back of the room, most likely from the girls that think they’re better than everyone but, yet they do nothing. The teacher asked the question again and to my right my friend’s hand rose as high as a pillar. The teacher pretended to look around, yet my friend’s hand was the only one that was raised.
Eventually she called on him. "How about you, Alex?" All the teachers love Alex. He always comes up with a prefect answer, no matter if it was how to make cold fusion, to what is one plus one. No one bother to raise their hands because they knew Alex would, and Alex was never wrong.
Alex finished speaking and the bell rang, at last I was free.
"Joseph, can I see you at my desk for a second?" The teacher asked. Or I least I thought I was free. I sat down it front of her desk.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"I am a little concerned about your performance in class," The teacher said.
"Well, there isn't anything to be concerned about," I said hastily so that I could get out of this uncomfortable conversation.
"You haven't turned in your last ten assignments," The teacher said it a sad voice. Continuing, she said, "Also, you don't pay attention in class. Is they're something happening at home?"
"No nothing at all."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely," I said in a very nice tone.
"Well, maybe you so go see someone." The teacher handed me a card. It read “Dr. Johnson, Therapist”.
"A shrink!"
"I'm only suggesting." The teacher motioned for me to leave. I left the room and put the card in my pocket. Entering a gray hallway lined with gray lockers, I saw two boys both about my height, and both were brown haired. You could tell they were twins by their looks, and by how they leaned on the gray lockers the same way. They were the poem writer, John, and the teacher’s pet, Alex.
The reason why this one is important to me is I always have liked writing stories but this story really show how my style developed into what it is now also the fact that I am still working on this story
Example 3:
The last example is my catapult from geometry and also physics. The reason why I I chose this is because this catapult I reused for the rude Goldberg machine project in physics and also infamously was the first catapult to hit Carlton with a water balloon. Finally It also got me thinking about engineering and desgin elements
The knights came back from battle
The archers stood, still on the castle walls.
As they kept a kept a careful eye on the horizon.
The feast of gluttony was for the knights who came back from battle.
But no one could see the sprinted warning.
If one could see it no one would know the meaning.
Because it was those very medieval sins
that masked the holiness in the halls of the shaded castle.
Even if people thought that this feast of strangers was a holiday
I could hear the piecing scream on the horizon.
But the medieval sins masked everything besides the sins themselves.
As I heard the screams of the fallen
I was away
Then it dawned
The medieval sins melted away
The holiness of the world cradled me in its hands.
Hands that illuminated the shaded castle
It is now a long time later from that day of sinful pleasures.
The day of the fallen I call it now.
But never the less I will never forget those medieval sins.
The reason why I like pecie of work so much was in was very unique to me. it is a poem I wrote last year for 10th and 11th grade english and I still feel like its one of the best poems I have ever written because of the way it flows and how everything works in the poem.
Example 2:
"Do your free writing!" The teacher angrily said one last time to the class. I didn't really want to, she never really checked them and I wasn't a good writer. So I looked at the board and the word there was ‘sidewalk’. I was wondering what I could write about that involved a sidewalk.
I glanced at my friend next to me to see what he was writing about. He was writing an essay-style work that was about how we shouldn't make sidewalks out of cement. I honestly didn't care. I glanced over to my friend on my left; he was writing some poem about a sidewalk. But that's all I could make note of before the paper was turned away from me.
I still couldn't think of anything. So I wrote an “I” on my paper. It was a very nice looking “I” at that, but it didn't help get any creative thought processes going. Then something caught my eye outside that reminded me of what I had for lunch, and my mind started to wander.
"Five more minutes!" The teacher boomed as I snapped out of my daydream. I then thought what I should write about again. I only had a empty page with just an “I” on it. Then I wrote “I was sitting on a sidewalk.” But that didn't make sense, you would be in the way. But what else would I write, “I got killed on a sidewalk”? Nah, that would be a bad ending,
"Times up!" The teacher said with a followed "Anyone want to share?" It was the usual suspects. There was that one person who seems to drone on about something that is most likely important, but I can never follow. Today I think it was about repeating a day, but I know that would never happen. Then there was that one person who wrote stuff about robots, or at least I think it was about robots. My two friends remained silent as statues during this whole proceeding that seemed to last an eternity.
Eventually the eternity ended and it was about 20 minutes ‘till we were set free from the prison that was our school. The teacher started to drone on about some most likely amazing book that we were about to read, I think she said that someone who went to this school wrote it. But I was thinking about how to build a more efficient car. I wanted to build things as a job, and subjects like math and science interested me the most. English I could care less about.
"Joseph," The teacher said and I was once again snapped out of my daydream.
"Yes?" I replied. The teacher rolled her eyes as she repeated the question.
"What do you think will happen in the book?" My stare was blank since I didn't know what to say- so, I did what I always do, I made it up.
"I think flying sidewalks will take over the world" I said.
The teacher replied, "That's very interesting but I don't think the book has anything to do about flying sidewalks." As she finished I heard giggles in the back of the room, most likely from the girls that think they’re better than everyone but, yet they do nothing. The teacher asked the question again and to my right my friend’s hand rose as high as a pillar. The teacher pretended to look around, yet my friend’s hand was the only one that was raised.
Eventually she called on him. "How about you, Alex?" All the teachers love Alex. He always comes up with a prefect answer, no matter if it was how to make cold fusion, to what is one plus one. No one bother to raise their hands because they knew Alex would, and Alex was never wrong.
Alex finished speaking and the bell rang, at last I was free.
"Joseph, can I see you at my desk for a second?" The teacher asked. Or I least I thought I was free. I sat down it front of her desk.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"I am a little concerned about your performance in class," The teacher said.
"Well, there isn't anything to be concerned about," I said hastily so that I could get out of this uncomfortable conversation.
"You haven't turned in your last ten assignments," The teacher said it a sad voice. Continuing, she said, "Also, you don't pay attention in class. Is they're something happening at home?"
"No nothing at all."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely," I said in a very nice tone.
"Well, maybe you so go see someone." The teacher handed me a card. It read “Dr. Johnson, Therapist”.
"A shrink!"
"I'm only suggesting." The teacher motioned for me to leave. I left the room and put the card in my pocket. Entering a gray hallway lined with gray lockers, I saw two boys both about my height, and both were brown haired. You could tell they were twins by their looks, and by how they leaned on the gray lockers the same way. They were the poem writer, John, and the teacher’s pet, Alex.
The reason why this one is important to me is I always have liked writing stories but this story really show how my style developed into what it is now also the fact that I am still working on this story
Example 3:
The last example is my catapult from geometry and also physics. The reason why I I chose this is because this catapult I reused for the rude Goldberg machine project in physics and also infamously was the first catapult to hit Carlton with a water balloon. Finally It also got me thinking about engineering and desgin elements