Just Another Love Poem

I'm stuck in the

past.

I'm paying

no

attention to the

present.

But the

future;

moves by so

fast,

making the

past

between us

just

yesterday.

What is High School?

What is High School?

BY MADISON JOVANE-FLYNN

This is the cast of the breakfast club all together. From the left to right it’s Bender, Alice, Andy, Clair, and then Bryan.

You eighth graders might have been told that high school is a wonderland. You also might have been told that high school is a hell hole. But in the movie, The Breakfast Club, written by John Hugh’s in 1985. This movie shows the real high school life.

As you have a little group in middle school you might think you’ll be in it forever, but as you get to the high school you might change your personality which then changes your social status.

You might be a pre-teen who’s innocent and has nothing to do with your social life, but as you turn into a real teenager and go into the high school you could turn into a basket case, a criminal, a princess, a smart kid, or an athletic.

As I watched The Breakfast Club, I was looking at the characters. I realized that I’m not an ordinary high school student.

I’m my own clique. I hang out with people who are down to earth, who don’t have much drama, and who don’t judge me by the way I look, but by the way I am.

As I saw in the movie these kids are each in their own little group in a big high school. These kids were different by the way they looked. But when they were forced to go to Saturday detention, they found out that they really are not so different from each other as they thought they were.

The problems that the kids had were what got them to notice that they were not so different after all. The problems got the five kids in Saturday detection together as a new clique.

You eighth graders should not have to go through Saturday detention just to realize that everyone around you is maybe going through the same problems as you. Instead of judging the people by how they look.

You might have been told that high school is a wonderland; you might have been told that high school is a hell whole. It’s just how you interpret it in your eyes. Just don’t make the same mistakes as the kids in The Breakfast Club did.

A Letter To A Teacher

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Dear Mrs. Brown,

Mrs. Brown all I would love to say to you right now before I go any further is that I am really glad that I got to have you as a teacher this year. To tell you the truth I was really not looking forward for having your class because of how hard you are, but my mother said that it’s a good thing that I was going to have you because you push me to be better and you know that I can be better than what I was, and even now in present day.

You gave us an assignment to write a letter to you explaining what we have learned and what we have accomplished and what type of challenges you have given us and what was the best part of being a writer in your class room. This is how I start

In your class I have accomplished on being a better journalist with writing article. I have also accomplished on learning new words to put into my writing to not make myself look unintelligent in front of guys. I feel like I’m a better writer in general, like when we write short stories and when we explain things in writing instead of speaking. I really know that I have succeeded in discussing topics with different types of people with different views and some not so smart view, which then made me feel like I knew what I was talking about and that I was at the same level as Jacob. I feel like I did a lot to accomplish that I can go on forever.

I didn’t have many challenges in your class. In your class I knew what you were expecting from me, so I gave you what you expected and I gave you all I could give. But, I did struggle a little on turning some assignments’ on time and doing some homework’s. I have learned to do all of my homework or else you’ll get the disapproval look. I never liked it when you would give me that look, like I did something wrong in my life, I would always feel guilty and I felt as if I dishonored you when I wouldn’t do the right thing and then you would give me the look.

As I get into high school to overcome that challenge of not doing my homework on time, is to actually do my homework and give the assignments in on time so I don’t get the disapproval look from my new teachers that don’t really know me as well as you do.

I loved being a Writer’s House student because I learned to love and respect writing. To be able to read other peoples writing to get ideas to knowing how to write a good story to make people impressed makes me want to go on with writing. Ever since this year I have started to enjoy writing. I have a journal that my aunt gave to me just for a little something. I found it and started to write. I love to just write and try new ways that you have taught me how to write. It just interests me when a person reads my stories and to see their reaction to it. I really truly can’t say anything that I didn’t like about being in the Writer’s House. Even with Aaron’s weird comments, you having to practically write out the answer for him mad me understand the subject a bit more. Being in the Writer’s House made me look forward for the end of the day for your class.

I would like to say that yes I have accomplished my hopes and dreams for this year. I truly didn’t have hopes and dreams for this year. All I wanted to do was to be able to go with the flow of school and get across the eighth grade log. So now the year is almost over and yes I have made it over the log that was standing in my path, but now I have to go over another one once I cross the field to the other building. My new accomplishments in high school would be hoping that I have great teachers who know what they are doing with us and helping us to get on with our lives. I just want to be able to have a good time with my friends and keep everything in my social life and my school work balanced out.

What have I learned about cooperative group work? I have learned a lot. First there are not many people who know how to share their thoughts and others that they don’t exactly know what is really going on. But I learned how to be tolerant over intelligent people and unintelligent people. I have been able to learn how to listen to other people’s thoughts and learned to not criticize in a bad way but in a good way without making them look bad. I just have enjoyed doing cooperative group work with my table and with people across the room.

Mrs. Brown, I can’t think of any way to give you any advice for you as a teacher or as a mother or even as a wife. I believe that you are teaching us a good way. Every time I would walk into your class room I could feel the love of knowledge absorb me. Your class room made me look forward to seeing you and made me feel comfortable just being the first person of my period, (sometimes), to stepping into your carpet and saying, “Good afternoon Mrs. Brown.” I felt like I could say anything and nothing that I say would go out into the New York Times.

I don’t think I can tell you anything else, but that I would really miss you when I go to the high school where everything will be a daze and have drama and be dull. I will miss your sunny room with the cold air freezing to death, (sometimes). But most of all, I will really miss just you Mrs. Brown. You were a really open teacher who would hear what ever and not judge and you would pay attention to me when I would tell you something that I wanted to share. You are an awesome teacher and don’t change the way you are teaching because you are doing a great job. I wish you could go to the high school with us so we could learn more. (I will also miss your opinions on the AR testing; I really don’t want to do them next year.) I just hope you will be as of a great teacher to the rest of the kids in the next eighth grade and seventh grade classes.

Fondly,

Madison Jovane-Flynn

My NoteBook

Description:

This notebook has poems about dreams, how to dream are, and how dreams might look. These dreams remind me of my own. I found them to show how do I dream. These poems should touch you, should show you what a dream is, what is it to dream. Dreams should be in your like at all times. Dreams are in your eyes and as Edgar Allan Poe says a dream is within another dream.

Synopsis:

Poems about dreams. What is it to dream you might ask. These poems show you how.

A Dream By Edgar Allan Poe

A Dream Within A Dream By Edgar Allan Poe

Dreamland By Edgar Allan Poe

Dreams By Edgar Allan Poe

The Land Of Dreams By William Blake

A Dream By William Blake

Endless Love

He loves

me,

I love him.

We

want to be

together.

In the

morning we

see

each other.

In the

afternoon,

we get lonely.

At dawn

we

meet

again.

He

pecs me

on my

lips.

We

stay

together,

we stay

with

each other

till

morning.

The routine

goes

and

goes.

But

that's just

how

our

love is.

Lord of the Flies Poem

Boys
stranded.
They try
and try
to make a
civil place to
live.
They have
a conch,
shelter,
and fire.
The boys
driven
apart
from each other.
They divided themselves
into
two
different
groups.
Hunters.
Gatherers.
Become
enemies.
they start to
KILL;
people
die.
Island
set
ablaze.
At
end,
they get
freed.

Marie Antoinette Shoes

Tough as nails

you have

to be

to wear

these

Sapphire shoes.

Swedish

made,

labeled

Acne Features.

Rusted nails.

Don't

walk in

when

you are

hammered.

These shoes

part of

the

craziest

collection

of

spring shoes.

These have

not

happened

since,

Marie

Antoinette.

Towering fashion

monsters,

asylum material,

everything,

surgical tools,

bondage ropes.