Bell-Ringer
In English today, we opened class with an activity. My English teacher had the painting “Writing to Father” by Eastman Johnson. It was a very cute picture of a little boy writing on a piece of paper next to a window. We had to write a paragraph describing that scene from a story, either from the boy’s point of view or from someone else. I thought I wrote a pretty good paragraph, and volunteered first. Shakily, I read from my notebook:
“I felt sorry, ashamed at what I had said earlier. I waited next to the door, afraid from my own brother, when I heard a chair grind across the floor, the rustle of shuffling paper, and some odd scratches. I peered through the door, staring at Tommy. His face was screwed up in concentration, his pale hair glistening in the sun. He was messily writing something on a fresh sheet of paper, starting to smudge it. I walked over and gently fixed the position of his hand and helped write a ‘D’. ‘I’m sorry.’ I whispered as he wrote an almost perfect ‘e’.”
My teacher just said, “Wow.” as the rest of the class agreed. Someone had raised their hand, but said they couldn’t match it. I was still trembling afterwards, but very proud of myself. To me, my writing sounded just like everyone else’s, maybe even a little inferior to others. It’s interesting to see what my peers think of my writing…
10/16/2007 | ken |
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That’s amazing! I’m proud of you.
http://roper5.com/images/79.jpgHugh
Oct 16, 07:15 PM
Awesome Kenn!
http://roper5.com/images/79.jpgSarah
Oct 18, 01:58 PM
I second your teacher – Wow! You are very descriptive in your writing – I like that.
http://roper5.com/images/79.jpgIrene/Mom/Grandma
Oct 29, 09:10 AM