I fancied myself a writer in my younger years. Even then I knew that one day I would want to look back at the class assignments and personal creative writing projects I had composed...no doubt to praise myself for how genius I was at the tender age of 13. Below are pictures from an 8th grade English class assignment dated December 3, 1986 called "A Collection of Poems". We each had to write and illustrate a particular number of poems in particular styles. I remember my English teacher that year...Ms. Sewell...and how she encouraged me and humored me. Well, Ms. Sewell, I did not become a writer, I haven't the patience for it, but I did become successful in my own way.
Below each picture are descriptions.
I apparently was very into Nature when I was writing the Haikus.
Meh, boring.
Huh?
Late last night I was cocky.
Late last night I was vain.
Late last night...
Cool
I LOVE to parody poems and stories and plays and...
What is it with teenagers and death/destruction/terror?
They're not completely horrid, but they are good for a laugh and fond memories of sitting at the typewriter, painstakingly hitting each key to get a clean, error-free page.
