Creative Writing: Waking Up In High School

06:00 My alarm woke me up for school that morning. I was exhausted and could barely open my eyes. It took so much effort just to move. I had a headache. "What the hell?" I thought to myself as I rubbed my head. I sat up and grabbed my phone to turn off the alarm. In my dark room, my phone's screen was blinding. A message appeared on the screen, so I opened it, and it read: "Sorry for not warning you about the sleeping gas. You'll probably have a headache when you wake up, and also have difficulty

To me writing is as crucial as breathing; it is a necessity for living. It goes deeper than conveying thoughts and ideas on a page. It is a means to experience several realities in a single lifetime. When I write, I am a conductor. The sentences act as sheets of music, and I escort them to their conclusions. In the darkness of my bedroom, words emerge naturally from my fingertips with every stroke of a pen and every tap of a keyboard. Like a sculpture, my hands mold their meanings, strengthen their

Main events… how do you sum up an entire life into main events? This is a daunting task. When I was four, I started reading the newspaper over my mom’s shoulder. Family folklore is that I read a murder story aloud and shocked everyone. My mom didn’t read the paper with me any more after that. Before Kindergarten, I would write stories with my mom… she would write the words down for me, and I would illustrate them. She may still have them, I’m not sure. I wish I could ask her, but we haven’t talked

always enjoyed school mainly because the work was easy to me. I was an honor roll student with plenty of academic awards presented to me. Elementary school was a breeze and intermediate school brought no competition. However, high school was a different story. My worst subject, by far, was English. I love to read books but to my surprise Harry Potter did not help me analyze short stories. It seemed my brain could not process tone and mood as well as it could understand numbers. Writing essays was an

an academically mediocre student, I never learned very well from teachers, since nothing they were teaching me ever grabbed my attention, unless it was related to my immediate interests at the time. I spent years 1st to 5th grade never enjoyed the writing process, since my mind was always a inattentive place, because of this I never caught onto things like punctuation or proper grammar, causing most of my written assignments to be nothing more than linguistic vomit on paper. It was not until 6th

Learning formal writing is tough. So many rules and regulations; when do I use a comma? How do I write a thesis statement? How do I add and cite sources? Reflecting back to the beginning of the “Writing 101” course, I was a little worried about not knowing if I’d be able to pick up sentence structure, paragraph structure, and waking my creativity (21 years out of high school), but I was able to get into it and feel good about it. This course has reminded me of how much I love to write. Some

I met you in high school. You were a sophomore, and I was a freshman. You were always by my side, and you treated me with respect. However, I never got the chance to thank you for helping me throughout high school. I am selfish because you deserve to have my gratitude. I am writing this letter to thank you for helping me throughout high school. You got me through high school because you played video games with me to help reduce my stress level. I want to thank you for helping me get a break from

Imagine being back in middle and high school and waking up everyday to get ready for school. Depending on how students are feeling that day, they put on an outfit that makes them feel their best. Students go to school and are surrounded by other students who have many diverse styles and looks. Now imagine waking up to go to school and having to wear exactly what everyone else in the school is wearing -- the dreaded school uniform. That image will make most young people, who thrive on individuality

teaching all of us to read and write in cursive so that wasn’t going to make my writing more coherent or understandable. I would have to say with no doubt in my mind that i hated writing in first grade hell i hated writing all through elementary school

My most fond childhood memories were not created in front of a TV or tablet screen; but rather climbing trees and riding four wheelers behind my house. I did not grow up in a large subdivision or neighborhood, I grew up in a country community on the outskirts of a small town. We were thirty minutes away from the grocery store and fifteen minutes to the nearest gas station. The freeness of the woods and wilderness has truly helped shape me into the person I am today. My imagination blossomed and allowed