High School - Original Writing

Most soon-to-be seniors spend the summer before their last year of high school hanging out with friends or working summer jobs. I spent mine packing my bags and moving across the ocean to start my senior year at a brand new school.

In, high school my teachers assign me with different kinds of reading and writing. The types reading that i remember is the Killing Mocking Bird and The Adventure of Odysseus in freshman year of highschool. I didn't like the two book that much. Next the types of writing i recall writing is an observation poem in my english writing class i had to observe an thing and write at least five line poems using the four key items(see, hear, feel, and think). I had to write a lot summaries on articles and writing prompts in four years in secondary school. Also, i did a reflection essay where i had created an claim, counterclaim, evidence, rebuttal, TAG (title, Author, and Genre) of information and quote of one of the scenes in the story of Shakespeare Hamlet before i start my reflection writing.

Think about your experiences of writing at college. Which types of assignments have you found helpful in strengthening your writing skills? Where do you want to improve your writing? What’s the most useful advice you’re received that’s helped you improve your writing. Be as specific as possible.

Upper school English teacher Ms. L.C. says her favorite smell is that of a melting popsicle in the summer. “I love the sweet fructose of the popsicle juice,” said L.C. “Especially the way it combines with the smell of the wooden stick.”

This is it. The championship game is in the last quarter, down to a minute and a half. The line of scrimmage is at the 10-yard line. Jeffery, the quarterback, fields the snap, and he looks for an open receiver. Tommy, his best friend and the tight end, is unmanned in the end zone. The throw is perfect. The crowd roars in excitement that Thomas Jefferson High School won the State Championship.

It was the year 1922 and life hadn’t been this good in a while, times had taken a big change for the best. In Manhattan, New York, there were extravagant parties every weekend; the whole city shows up and doesn't leave until they see the sun. There was once this wealthy family living right in the middle of the roaring twenties. There was a mom, a dad, an older sister named Alice, and a younger sister named Anna. Alice loved to go to all of the huge parties, meet new people, and not come home until the morning. Every time Alice would get ready to go out for the night, Anna would watch her get ready as if she was picturing that was herself. Anna looked up at her sister and wanted to do everything she did. Alice had been talking about this party for a long time, and the night

Andrea sat in the break room, waiting for her shift to start at 8:30, her long, crisp black hair covered the back of the seat. Andrea had her face deep into paperwork but, then noticed Mary walked into the room and looked up, took off her glasses and wiped her forehead. Andrea’s porcelain skin, looked like it has barely seen any sunlight, or even touched. Mary and Andrea had most of the day piled up in paperwork, except for their breaks. At lunchtime, Mary added to her stories of sleepwalking into the forest, including the one early in the morning.

A man of his mid-twenties, Lucas Walker, was walking down the sidewalk. The colorful leaves swirled on the ground near him. They were almost completely gone from the trees. Recently the sky had gotten darker foreboding the coming of a storm. As Lucas continued, he heard his stomach grumble. It was around noon, so it was to be expected. Quickening his pace he made his way to the nearby cafe. Lucas strolled toward the building. Looking through the window he saw himself. He wore a red sweater with jeans. Lucas mumbled about the overpriced cafe in front of him, clear displeasure flashing across his face. He pushed open the door and entered. Only a few people were there and after scanning the room for a seat he froze when his eyes crossed a certain lady.

“Mr. Josten, Mr. Josten!” yelled one of the eighth graders from my current math class in Crescent Middle School. I figured it would be another out of context question, as that was the norm for Andrew. Andrew had always seemed to be the one who tried his hardest, but could not focus on his schoolwork, or anything for that matter. I acknowledged his raised hand to hear, “what would happen if someone figured out how to pass things through time?” I figured since there was a small amount of time left in the class period, I could answer his question thoroughly since I majored in both math and science. “Well Andrew, if I had to guess I would say that someone would receive that object unexpectedly in a different time period. However, if someone creates

One day, I walked upstairs to my warm third grade class at John Stewart Elementary school. As I started my morning work, which usually included math, that was on my desk, my teacher, Mrs.Biddle announced, "Today we are going to pick table names!"

William took a sip of his gin and tonic and smiled, trying to feel comfortable among the naïve students at the local college bar. It was loud and overcrowded. He glanced down at his phone, the brightness from the screen briefly burning his eyes. The time was 1:58AM and she still wasn’t here. He softly ran his fingers through his hair…slightly frustrated. She said she would be here thirty minutes ago. I hate this place anyway…

The bar was cluttered and messed with shot glasses and beer bottles, most of which that dripped onto the surface of the counter. Carvings surrounded the bar; produced by previous customers and drunkies. Behind the bar stood the bartender, a short, stocky, middle-aged man who wore a deep frown just below his handlebar mustache. Just one look at the man, one could see a great loneliness beneath the hardened exterior of the man. It seemed almost as though he had lost something very dear to him, yet it was hard to tell what.

Soggy streets, bland houses, and terrified citizens fill Rivertown, Virginia. Dark, gloomy weather has been rampaging since the death of a freshman at Rivertown High School, six months ago. The leafy, emerald pines that make up the forests of this small city, have been dulled by the rain and lightning. These forests are now considered dangerous due to the mud, roots, and the hills that are scattered across the land. Disappearances of more high schoolers in the area have the whole state terrified.

"Sometimes you gotta let something bad happen, or else you wont know how to fix things when they go wrong later."

Hansly soon followed her, but before he did he stare at Joshua with extreme disappointment. His dark brown eyes left Joshua stunned, as he never seen him so upset about anything. Joshua turned his face toward the window and starred at the atmosphere where he saw a gray clouds shrouding the blue and sunlit sky with a frigid air. As the bus stopped at Detroit Cristo Rey High School, Joshua then proceeded to go to his homeroom class where he would find his friends and try to apologize to them for his actions. As he enters the classroom he only found Rose, his father, and his teacher, Mr. Peter, conversing to each other.