Interview on Beliefs

Untitled from Claire W on Vimeo.

At the end of the year.....

Authors note: This closure piece is a reflection over the past two years I have been in middle school with Mr. Johnson. As much as I look forward to high school, part of me wishes I could stay in middle school just for the sake of still having Mr. Johnson as my English teacher.

As cliché as it sounds, it is difficult to see how my two years of middle school have passed by so quickly. It is easy to remember the night before my first day of seventh grade -- nightmares about being late to class running through my mind. The teachers were welcoming and helpful to the nervous seventh graders, but I still went home crying and hating middle school. Yet being able to enjoy middle school is not the only way I have grown.

On the first day of classes fourth hour held a surprise. Gone were the teachers who expected you to do the assignment exactly step by step. No more was I in a classroom where teachers held my hand as I completed their self-created projects. I had Mr. Johnson now.

Two years have past and without a doubt I feel prepared for high school. When looking at the poster in this room above the Speak cabinet, those qualities seem to describe how I feel about my writing. I have gained the ability to read and understand novels more independently than when I walked in as a beginning seventh grader. Literature now seems to hold so much more depth than it did before for me. So now as I look forward to high school and the freedom to come, I am excited for the chance to learn more.

There may be time

Authors note: When I wrote this piece, my inspiration was someone who I love that as time goes on, may spread us apart. I wanted the reader to imagine somebody who they love that could possibly be taken away from then.

There may be a year

Or two or three

But there may be a day

Left for just you and me

We may have a lifetime

To celebrate what we love

But there may just be time

To wait for the above

Your childhood will be missed

The comfort you once gave

It will never be forgotten

All the love I will save

So now as we wait

For time to pass by

Live well and live all

Promise you'll try