An Expository Piece

If you looked at the catagorie this is in, you would notice that this is a required piece. This does not come from the heart, so it will not be fun to read. It will be monotonous, and you can blame my teacher.

Forcing a kid to write something that they don’t care about is dumb. If they aren’t inspired by a topic, then they aren’t going to be able to produce an essay worth the paper it’s written on. It’s because of “guidelines” that so many potentially brilliant writers are made to hate their could have been skill.
No one ever had a problem with Mark Twain’s writing just because it wasn’t an expository piece. The best writing never is assigned to a person, because that is limiting. How is the child to produce a new and creative piece if he can’t choose how to write his own story?
His own story!
So teachers, next time you have an assignment, don’t shun the next Mark Twain. Stop the madness, and let the poor children choose what they want to write. Not what you think is best.
Let us be free.

Getting Down from Cloud Nine

To the people who I like to think of as followers, but are really only commenting to get a good grade, this story’s origin is unknown. But let it be no longer. People who go to my school and have Ms. Kriese will know of the essay we had to do. I chose a happy moment, and at one point I referred to myself being at the climax being “suspended thousands of feet in the air on a cloud” and “in the middle of the cloud there was a big red 9”. Now I was this whimsical message was placed there to use the expression “on cloud nine” only in a, ya know, whimsical way (so as not to be contrived). Now I hope that all this jabber has made you interested in learning about how I could have possibly gotten down from the cloud, I plan to tell you the story in little bursts every week. This concludes this post.
Stay tuned…

Please.
Don’t ignore me.
That would make me sad…

Too late.