My High School Poem By Alvin Schwartz

I was starting my first day at a new school. My palms were sweaty, my heart was thumping, and I had butterflies in my stomach. I took a deep breath and walked towards the grey doors. I thought about what the new school would be like; how the teachers were and how the students were. I missed my friends from my old school. I walked through those big grey doors to a whole new place.

My mom smiles more. “You’re not even my daughter. You’re just an orphan. An orphan that my husband adopted. The only reason I didn’t kill you before is because he loved you. Well, he’s dead now. So I guess there’s no more need for you to be here. Isn’t that right, dearie?”

I went to school, except this time with a funny feeling, knowing this was the last time I would ever see any of them. All my friends and other family, I wouldn’t be seeing for a long time. Then the day came. We all woke up early that morning. My mom helped me and my brothers pack our bags and get ready for the flight. As a family we made our way to the airport with a drive that felt like it took a million years. Finally, we reached the airports and I was ready to collapse in a seat and go right to sleep.

I walked outside the next morning feeling great. The bright vibrant sun shone on the freshly mowed grass. I loaded into my sister's car and we went off to school. The day passed extremely rapid,

In “The Poem You Asked For” by Larry Levis, he is comparing writing a poem by comparing it to a plant, stubborn person, and toad. Larry Levis, a 20th-century writer is well known for his brevity and surprise approach in poetry. This poem magnifies the complications that authors may face while trying to write something of such importance. The speaker uses an abundant amount of figurative language to personify how writing is so difficult, and can lead to many difficulties and dead ends. The author uses figurative language to portray the theme of difficulties in the writing process such as: difficulties prewriting, writers block, and how hard it is to let go of writing as an author.

The fifth grade school year ended very quickly, Mrs.Cullen retired, and my classmates and I moved on to the next chapter of our lifes, sixth grade. As the next school year arrived, I went about sixth grade the same way I had started about fifth grade, I had a ton of friends in my class, and I thought that sixth grade would be a walk in the park. My advisor was Mr.Ferry, and having to write about 1000 times I will not disrupt class, I finally began to approach sixth grade in a different way. In sixth grade I learned the importance of mindfulness, and doing what I loved from

I was used to the typical small school so when I walked into this huge school I felt my stomach drop. The bell had rung for first period while I was sitting in the office waiting on my class schedule. The Counselor had assigned me to a student so she could walk with me to each one of my classes. As we walked to my first class the hallway was quiet like

That night I went to sleep thinking “What am I going to do tomorrow at school?” When I woke up the next morning it was time to go to school, I got ready and my mom drove for my first day at my new school.I walked into the school to my classroom, I was the most confused I’ve ever been in my life and then I entered my 3rd grade

Then away out in the woods I heard that kind of a sound that a ghost makes when it wants to tell about something that's on its mind and can't make itself understood, and so can't rest easy in its grave, and has to go about that way every night grieving. I got so down-hearted and scared I did wish I had some company. Pretty soon a spider went crawling up my shoulder, and I flipped it off and it lit in the candle; and before I could budge it was all shriveled up. I didn't need anybody to tell me that that was an awful bad sign and would fetch me some bad luck, so I was scared and most

We walked into the kitchen and I saw my mom who smiled and came over to hug me. "It 's so good to see you, Mason."

When we got off the plane and went to get our luggage and went outside the airport to find my aunt’s car, which was pretty close to the exit. Soon my family got into the car and soon drove out of the parking lot.

It was one of the last days of Summer before I would start Pre- K in September. The sun was shining and the rides were running today at Playland. As we were sitting on a bench. eating our funnel cakes and lollipops we see a little girl who looks about my age with dark curly hair with her mother exit the dragon coaster. As soon as we see them my mom pulls me up and with her to the woman and her daughter.

I hurried to my last class of the day, history. Most kids hate history, but I love it. It seems that I know more about the time in history that we’re studying than my teacher Mr. Southam does. I was thinking about the party my mom was throwing for me, when I was sent flying to the ground, my stuff scattered all over the place.

Throughout Creative Writing, I have worked on countless poems and wrote several pieces of nonfiction and fiction. I have selected five poems along with two pieces of fiction and one piece of nonfiction.

School is all about working and learning, so having a fun part in it is pretty rare.But no matter what we do or when we do it at the end of the day there is always a time of fun.Well, mines start out pretty chaotic.There was sweat all over my forehead I could feel the sun burning my skin cells as pounded into the black doors of the school.I could feel the positivity everywhere and happiness on the faces of the hot sweaty students.You might be wondering why?It was the last day of school no more homework, test, quizzes, and classwork.By this time I was walking up the stairs into homeroom.Thankfully I had a nice teacher and for the last day, he let us do whatever we wanted.I know right sounds like it's been forever since someone said that!