2.12.2007
My Rage - Homework
The ending of the day inches to a halt as 3:40 hits the clock. As usual our teacher is late in letting us out. Suddenly I realize that those three numbers are anti-climatic. As my brain wanders to what I'm going to do with my newfound freedom, when suddenly the dictator that we call "teacher" univitingly opens his lips to utter the most dreaded word on a Friday that has ever been counjured up. Homework. The blood drains from my face and I am suddenly thrown from my dream world and into the unpleasent present. As he goes on with the description I feel as if I have been thrown into the belly of the beast and trapped behind bars. I just want to scream as loud as my lungs can manage. I want to yell to the clouds and make the shatter down to glistening pieces. I want the world to know and feel my anger, but I can't, I have to watch my dreams evaporate into the atmosphere and take on my responcibilities.
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3 comments:
I really think that this is a good descriptive paragraph. I love it that you used figurative language. I get mad when the teacher doesn't let us get out on time too.
Hello Chris,
I have realized that you accomplished the descriptive writing field.
you're really good at it :]
the only thing that i can say (and i dont know if you've fixed it yet) but you spelled "responsibility" wrong in one of your last sentences.
I agree with Dulce and Paige that this is a great peice because of the fact you used descriptive writing. I also see that you used great vocabulary like climatic....i had no clue wat that ment until i read it in your writing. i also get mad when mr. commerson does not let us out on time.
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