Most memorable writing assignment

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I'm not really that good at writing but I had this assignment for ap english, at school, and I just wanted to see what you think.

Submitted: January 06, 2009

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I will never forget what happened that day, it was during my first week of school in Arizona, and it was definitely a turning point for me, my thoughts on poems, and writing in general.  I felt so helpless that day and hopeless for my upcoming year in fifth grade, until I found that hope, believing in myself and believing in the things that I write.
I arrived at school in a calm manner, relaxed because of my transportation to school, the bus. The only way I could relieve my thoughts and make all those butterflies in my tummy disappear was to ride on a fully packed, dingy yellow bus. All those kids made me feel at least okay and that I was going to have a great time in a brand-new location, in a brand-new school, with brand-new peers. Ever since I moved from Washington I felt very insecure about myself. Who wouldn’t feel insecure three states away from all of your family and everything you are used to? I walked into the freezing seemingly blue classroom, everyone was poring about me like I was an alien. I was full with emotions all I wanted to do was run off in the bathroom and hide all day, but I knew that couldn’t do that. It helped to calm down once I remembered that everyone has experienced this at least once in their life. Of course the teacher, Mrs. Oswald greeted me especially loud in front of the whole class. My tummy was grumbling like thunder and my eyes where swelled from the night before. I stood there like two poles stuck in a cement stage, blank face, looking around at all the kids, wondering where to sit.
Everything started to get better the next couple of days. I had a couple of friends and I realized that things weren’t that bad after all. I started to like Mrs. Oswald as a teacher, she helped me with everything even if I didn’t ask. I had never had a teacher that was as nice and helpful as her. The third day of school my outlook on writing assignments changed for the better and it started with Mrs. Oswald getting the classes attention. She yelled at everyone to be quite, and everyone gazed up at her with their eyes. When she said the subject that we would be learning throughout the next week, I cringed with angriness. It was like in slow motion when she spelled out poetry with her lips and then the topic, “where is our favorite place to be?” My jaw dropped because I hated poetry even though I had only done it twice, two petty poems and that was in 3rd grade. I could not believe that on the first week of brand-new school I had to write a brand-new poem. My mind went blank when she handed out all the utensils. My piece of paper was like darkness, a big black spot on my desk. My palms where sweaty so I couldn’t grasp my pencil and my thoughts where racing “what am I going to write?”  I felt alone because everyone must have learned poetry last year, I knew this because everyone was writing and writing. I could hear all the pencils in the classroom scribbling on paper, it was that annoying screeching sound that I hated. It made me nervous whenever Mrs. Oswald got up out of her seat because I knew she was going to walk around the classroom, every time she did so my tummy caught on fire. Each time she took rounds around the classroom she would always stop right behind me. I could feel her presence behind me, and the warmth let me know that. I could not write with her standing behind me watching my every move. It had to have been ten or fifteen minutes later when I finally started to write something. Something came over me when I thought of my bedroom, which was definitely my favorite place to be. My fingers began to have a pain that struck up my forearm, I was writing lightning fast, I could not stop with all the details that surfaced in my head.
I must have been the last one done but at least I knew that my poem satisfied what I was thinking. When Mrs. Oswald got my poem and went up to the chalk board she began saying something that I never thought she would have said. “I will be presenting all the poems anonymously and at random. All the gasps could be heard a mile away, except for mine because I didn’t gasp, I didn’t drop my jaw, all that I could do was look up at Mrs. Oswald. I could not believe it once again I was going to be embarrassed the first week of school. After about five poems she got to Mine, I knew that she wouldn’t say names but, it felt like everyone knew it was my poem she was reading. My face got hot red when she got to the middle of the poem. It felt like eyes where staring at the back of my head and whispers where talking about me. I thought I even heard my name a couple of times during the end of my poem. Mrs. Oswald face expression changed when she was done with mine. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking about my poem and I wanted to know immediately. I couldn’t wait to go to recess once she was done with all the poems. I wanted to escape and run away because I didn’t know what she was thinking about my poem and about me. Once the bell rang, I got out of my seat as fast as I could toward the door, when all of a sudden Mrs. Oswald called my name. I walked to her desk and she started to tell me everything she thought about my poem. I was glad to know that she appreciated my poem and that she thought it was the best poem she’s read in class. I never thought she would think about my poem in that sense. I knew that the poem meant a lot to me and that I was proud of it, but I never knew somebody else would think that too. From that day on, I never felt ashamed to do work in class and to express what I feel in writing. Without Mrs. Oswald I would have never gotten far with my work in school and I would have never been able to pass 5th grade. I was very proud that I could write, and that meant a lot.
That day in school was a big turning point for my life. I will never forget that day and I will always cherish that very moment when Mrs. Oswald made my heart warm with pride. I can’t wrap my mind around what I was thinking that day not wanting to write that poem. What if I didn’t write that poem? Ever since that moment in 5th grade I have used writing to cope with my stress and get over whatever it is that im going through in life. Some things in life will not always be there and I know that writing will.


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