HOW I GROWN AS A WRITER

How I've grown as a writer? i really don't think I've grown that much as a writer, the reason i say that is because im disappointed on myself. I really thought i was going to pass both of my quarters with an "a" or "b" , but it seems i didn't try my best to achieve my goal. Both of my semester i had a fail or a "d" in my class but, when there was a month left in class i started doing my work, i manged to get my bad grades aleast to a passing grade which was a "c".That was a passing grade alright but not for me i know that "c" wont help me in my collage courses. Next time i have to try hard and stay hard from beginning to end.

i love doing work, back then i was like i don't care i didn't do my homework or anything that i knew was good for me. That was the past now i love doing my work because that's all my future and noting else. The person that i loved that came to class n-306 was a famous person Fred rappaport, He was the person who tought us how to write screen plays and made us do homework. He gave the whole class homework and only one third of the class did it but i was proud because i was one of them. unfortually i didn't get the scholarship for writing. The reason i didn't get the scholarship was because something bad had happen to me, It was one day when Fred gave us a homework and two days before he told us that our screen plays where do because there were going to have pros come and read and act our play. That day i was exhausted because of my football practice, i just wanted to get home and lay down,when i was getting out the bus i had left my back pack in the bus with all my paper work. the next day i had told Fred what had happen he said don't worry just do it and ill help on the rest, Really on that point i had given up on my work.

I was too lazy and i felt like i didn't need to do it, so my consequences were that i didn't qualified for the scholarship. My teacher had gave me a zero on my homework that i know i did and she also knew that i did it, because she collected. The was the past i knew i didn't need to argue because she need proof of my work, I really loved doing the la times essay because of many reasons. One of my reasons was that while writing an essay about what ever article I got i had learned many new things about it. Like when i did the article of how our president "Obama" had send 10,000 military troops to Pakistan just to see how it was going on with that war. I pretty sure people don't know this but once i was bored ,so i started looking for random things about what ever came to my mind. The thing that came to me was if there was going to be another world war?. When i searched it came out there will be a WORLD WAR III between now till 2013, that's if the end of the world don't come before and hit us. The world war will be against Iran and Iraq.

Its very interesting how a newspaper could give so much information. I'm pretty sure I'm having the same teacher for the last and final quarter, which is the forth quarter is going to be fun. Hopefully she finds out that I'm not the one that sells in her class. The reason i sell is for my own good and future, I'm not one of the rich kids that have rich parents my parents are both poor me too but thank god i have my own ideas. i don't have any bad grades or anything I sell for my future because that money that i am making today is for collage. I'm not asking for anything the thing is that i just want to come inside class every day and just do my homework. Every single week i go to the bank and deposit money in my savings because i know if i see money in my hand i spend it.

Wow its forth quarter next, time goes by fast. The reason time goes fast was because of the earthquake that happen in china, that mest up the earth's rotation by alot that's why everyday that we (humans) live in get shorter and shorter every day. I'm going to try my best on doing my homework,class work, or any assignments that our teacher puts us. Its going to be pretty difficult for me because of my subject English never has been and never will be my subject but that's what i have to do for collage. I know that if i don't pass English i will fail to my goal and not pass, And that's something i don't want for me or my future. Hopefully people that read this take the time to comment.

STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS

WELL THERE ARE MANY THINGS IN MY MIND. I REMEMBER WHEN I WAS ABOUT 9 YEARS OLD IT WAS THE MOMENT WHEN I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO BE AN ACTOR FROM NICK. IT STARTED WHEN I WAS AT SCHOOL AND I DID A PLAY, THE PLAY WAS CALLED "ROBBERY IN ELDEN." IT WAS ABOUT A LITTLE BOY THAT WAS ONLY HAPPY WHEN WAS KILLING PEOPLE OR HURTING THEM. ONE DAY HE DECIDED TO START ROBBING A STORE AND SELLING THE PRODUCTS HE MADE. HE WENT TO A GARAGE WHERE HE SAID THEY WILL BUY HIS STUFF AND TWICE AS MUCH. THEY LEADED HIM INTO A UNDERCOVER. THEY TOOK HIM TO JAIL AND HE WAS ASHAME ABOUT HIMSELF.

WELL THE NEXT DAY THEY SHOWED UP TO SCHOOL SAYING IF "BRYAN" WAS THERE. THE POLICE CAME UP TO ME SAYING YOUR GOING TO JAIL BECAUSE WHAT YOU DID KILLING PEOPLE AND HURTING THEM. I NOTICED THAT WHAT I DID IN THE PLAY IT WAS TRUE. I WAS SCARED ABOUT WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN TO ME I RAN AWAY FROM THE POLICE WHEN I CROSSED THE STREET I GOT CRASH AND I WOKE UP SCARED? I WAS SO HAPPY IT WAS ONLY A DREAM

Found Poem

I FEEL ABOUT YOU AS THE
OAKS FEEL SQUIRRELS YOU
SHAKE ME MOMENTARY
NOTING YOU DO CAN END
MY GROWTH THE LOSS OF
LIMBS TIPS TWINGS IS NOT
FATAL. THERE ARE THOSE
WHO LIVE CLOSER TO MY
CARE THEY ARE STRONG
YOU ARE TOO WEAK TO BE
TRUSTED THE WEAK ATTACK
RANDOMLY OVERREACT
LIVE IN CONSTANT DEFENSE
OF IMAGARY BLOWS
YOU SHOULD HIBERNATE
THIS WINTER TRY TO FIND A DEN BECARFUL YOUR
FUR IS DULL YOUR EYES
REDDENING YOU MAY
SOON STARVE IF YOU
DON'T SLEEP I SHOULD KNOW I STILL SOMETIMES
LET GREY FOR COVER MY
BARK I STILL DREAM OF HIDING THANK GOD I
HAVE VISEN TOO TALL

W.G.A

Well i was really excited when Mr.Fred came to our class because, Ms. Erudite had told us that he was going to come in our class and talk about ghost stories. when she said that i thought to myself maybe he is going to come in here and tell us about his life and how he has expirence everything about ghost. when he came in our class he was alright he told us who he was and why was he here for. He was here because he thought that he could make us write a script (play) with in two weeks. we were acting the first days and watching some part of a movies that we had acted.

A week after it was show time Mr. Rapport had us doing our scripts and homework. Out of all the students in the class which are twenty five, only four or six people had done it. Fred was mad and he had all the right to be because only four,six students commidite to the work and struggle to do all his work. I had done all my work and everything, we didnt have the computers that day so i wrote my script in paper that day i was exsausted from my football practice so i was heading home i was in the bus when oi got home i ate did homework and then showered. I always fix my cloth and stuff for the next day when i was looking for my backpack i couldnt find it i had noticed that when i got out the bus i left my backpack behind.

The next day when i showed up to class i had explained what had happen to me and why i lost my backpack. He looked at me that he didnt care he rolled his eyes, when he did that i was trying to do my work again but i guess it didnt work out for me, so i just gave up on it and didnt do anything of it. I just wanted to thank and say sorry to him for me not finishing his homework and for him taking his time and wanting to help us for our future and getting us a schollarship to a good collage.

EXPOSITORY ESSAY

My expository essay is about a an author that makes a great story. The name of the story is "Charlotte's Web". This charaters of the story is alot of farm animals, the little girl, and Wilbur which is the main charater of the story he is a pig. Wilbur is brought to the farm as a little baby he gets taken care of by the poeple that own the farm. Wilbur after a while meets alot of friends he meets many farm animals and someone really speacial to him which was a spider called Charlotte. She always looked after wilbur, and always cared for him.


Wilbur grew up to be a big pig and the farmer knew it was time to kill him to eat him. When wibur found out that he was going to get killed he was crying and sad the whole time then after he heared some voices coming from the ceiling he said "huh who's there" then some tiny little voice answered. Charlotte came into wilburs life and said whats wrong wibur he, had explained everything to charlotte and she said no worry wilbur leave everything up to me. Charlotte stayed up all night thinking of what can she do to help that poor little creature, she thought of something and what she did was that she build a spider web right under wilbur that said fabulos pig. The next day when one of the person form the farm went to give wilbur his food he was shocked and he went to go tell everybody that lived there. Many reporters came to the farm and took pitures the next day everything was published into newspapers.

This web thing from charlotte kept going on for many days. Unfortunately this got wilbur into the fair competion to qualified to win a god amount of money. This got wibur out the danger of getting killed. There was just a problem that in the compition there was a pig that already had won the compition for many years and that was three times bigger than wilbur. Charlotte knew she had to do something about it so she bulid another web for wilbur saying "famous pig". That brought wilbur's repition up and he won the whole thing and the prize money. Wilbur was happy that he had won the compition so he wanted to go thank charlotte, when he went to the farm he was screaming out her name after five times of screaming her name she said "Im right here" he said what was wrong she explained to him that she was going to have kids we was happy but, what wilbur didnt know was that spiders died after having kids so she died and when the eggs hatched alot of them left and only five of them stayed with him and he named them and told them that when they grow up they could do a web for him saying that charlotte her mom was a great friend to him.

Literary treasure

In visions of the dark night

I have dreamed of joy departed-

But a waking dream of life and light

Hath left me broken-hearted

.Ah! what is not a dream by day

To him whose eyes are cast

On things around him with a ray

Turned back upon the past?

That holy dream- that holy dream,

While all the world were chiding

,Hath cheered me as a lovely beam

A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro' storm and night,

So trembled from afar-

What could there be more purely bright

In Truth's day-star?


Edgar Allan Poe was a great person and he wrote some good poems. I know a litle about his story once edgar allan poe wrote a famous story. He won a prize of writing the poem I realy dont remember the name of the poem he wrote. After that edgar deticated him self to just writing poem. Edgar Allan Poe wrote a story called "The Cask Of Amontillado", the story was about him making himself famous and there was a day were everybody in the city dressed as a clown edgar use to drink alot, and he was marrried to his cousin. The person took advantage of edagr and when he was drunk he took him to the dungen. From there i didnt know what happen.

my culture

I wonder about me sometimes

How I look to others

I try to be friendly

And yet

I do not know if others

realize that

I am a simple person

I write my poetry from my heart

Do others hear me?

I wonder

Some people give comments

that are not desirable

Should I tell them or wait

Maybe they will write more

Or maybe they wont

I keep on trying to live My life for myself and no one else But can I?

I don't know I'm always look for someone to critize what I've written and more

Oh well, here I sit Silently writing for someone to listen for someone to care

narratvie song lyrics

[MR.Capone-E] As I hold my glock Sur walking down the street and never will I f*****g stop Call the cops open shots as I hit the corner Hi power soldiers from California to Arizona.




As i grew up in the streets i was learning many bad things in life. There was alot of drama going on, there were drive by's and alot of killing and fights between gangs crews and for basicly drugs. Things were getting worst i got involved into a crew called f.o.k it stand for "f**k other crews". The dudes from there had told me if you want to get in the crew you have to do this to your best friend. I told them " I cant he is like a brother to me , but ill do something else". They told me NO you have to do it. I was going through alot those days so i was like THUG LIGE, so i went fore it i went to his house and I jumped him and took his money and gold chain. After that day i kept thinking to my self WHY? why did i do something stupid I had regreat everything I did. That night i couldnt sleep at all so i decided to go to my friends house and give him his stuff back and explain what i did to him and why.

He didnt forgive me at all he told me thanks for giving me my gold chain back this meant everything to me i was sad and mad at myself. The next day when i went to the dudes from the crew, they told me "hey did you get what we told you" i had to lie and said no he wasnt home. I left and i knew that my friend ronnie wasnt going to forgive me for what i had done to him so that same day he went and he told the F.O.K. that i had done this to him. The next day when i should up i came up to them and gave them part of my money and my gold chain, they looked mad at me so they jumped me took my money and my chain. I didnt think they would of done that to me. I thought wow thats how maybe ronnie felt? I knew what it feels like to get something taken away from you? And i knew what was it like to lose a friend that was like a brother to me?

modeled after george ella lyon

WHERE IM FROM ?

I am five foot eight

I dont like to skate

When mom takes me to bakery i eat alot of cake

Every saturday mornings my friends and I go play

When we come back we eat gummy bears and drink pepsi

I was raised by my mom and only her

She's taken good care of me till this day

She gets mad at me when i get home late

I was raised in Los Angeles California

Whe i grow up i want to visit Ethiopia

I was born on August twenty six

My favorite food is pizza with bread sticks

vocabulary narrative

TRAGEDY

Tragedy means many different things in many ways. Tragedy means when someone suffers something really horrible. Example someone's death or something speacial in your life. An example say if you lose a family member,maybe a father. Thats a tragedy they will have for there rest of there life,there aint noting you could do to bring that person back to life or anybody that could replace them.

Another meaning of tragedy is a type of genre that moves work. Meaning comedy,action,romance ect. Many jobs use that, people that make movies. They use it in studios to make a movie emotional. Another job that uses it, ia the authors, authors are people that write novels,stories in books,magizines ect.