6/5/2018 0 Comments ABC storyAll of my life the most wild things happen randomly
Baylie, my best friend sees it too. Cows at lunch, that no one sees but us Don’t believe us, that’s okay I guess. Exactly what makes you so unsure? Forget it I don’t even want to know. Girls around us giggle and squeal, little do they know what lurks above. Hawks are stalking looking for prey. I can see them so I’m safe. Joyfully I run away. Karen followed me, I think she’s catching on. “Let’s go” said Baylie “Mooooo!!” Here’s the cow again. “No one likes you!!” I scream. “Okay, he replies sadly. “Please excuse us” I said to the cow Quietly we agreed to try to be friends “Ryan, do you want to sit with us at lunch?” “Sure! He said excitedly! “Thank you so much!” “Up we go! Very quickly we shuffled over to our table. “What the heck!” exclaimed Karen “Xrguweoqjpwdoef, I tried to explain, but no words came out. “You know you’re sitting with that cow!” Zigzagging away the cow started to cry! Zombish in his way he turned around. “You’re the only one that sees me “Xcuse me!” “What!!” I scream “Very alone” he said ominously. “Very alone.” Until I was actually alone. There was no one left. Standing by myself I began to cry. Really really cry, drowning in tears. Queen of lonlieness. Passing the hours, totally silence. Only noise my heart beating. Noise? What’s noise. I can’t hear anything the voice is too loud. Manic voice screaming singing. Like a loonatic incomprehensible Kindly I ask it to stop. Just stop! I can’t hear it anymore, did it stop? Hello? Anyone here? Goodness, I’m alone Finally alone. Everyone’s gone? Don’t come back. Can you come back? But I don’t know want I want? All alone.
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5/7/2018 0 Comments Life StoryGood News, I was a Better Employee
“I hope you’re a better employee there then you were for me.” I couldn’t believe those words were in a tiny green bubble on my phone screen. I mean I had been working my butt off trying to be the best employee I could be. I was friendly to customers, I always said thank you to my boss while I was leaving work. I willingly cleaned all of the bulky hard to clean drink machines, I could not figure out what I had done wrong. I thought everyone there had liked me. I mean I didn’t love working there, but it was money and it was bearable. I worked at the farmers market so it was always very busy and I liked it that way, I’ve always been a people person. I think where I went wrong was trying to get a second job. I was working with the main manager one Saturday afternoon and I brought up the fact that I was looking to work a second job in the summer. “I have started a few job applications because I would like to be able to work a little bit more in the summer, would you let me put you down as a contact?” To give some context, the farmers market that I worked at was open two days a week. Every single week I worked 4-8 Saturday night. That’s about $22 a week. I needed a little bit more money than that if I wanted to be able to pay my car insurance. Back to the point: my boss was not quite pleased with my request. She nastily replied, “Yeah, as long as you still work here.” I told her that I would, it’s 4 hours a week, that isn’t that much of a commitment. And, I liked what I did, so why would I leave? Well, eventually I got a call from Rita’s and I was quickly hired. I started on a Friday night. Before that day I thought that work was always miserable for everyone, but wow I loved my new job. I worked one shift and I already knew that working there was going to be great! The boss wasn’t creepy and snappy, he actually introduced himself and got to know me before just throwing me into working. After he started training me, he asked if I could work the next day. A Saturday. As in the one day, I promised to my old boss I would keep for her. I was a little bit stuck, I didn’t want to disappoint him, but I also couldn’t not show up for my old job. I explained that to him and he just let me work the early shift so I could still go in. I went in the next morning, everything was fine, he taught me how to open, this was way easier than anything I’d ever done at my old job and it was certainly easier than closing. I went through, practiced making ice cream cones and perfect domes on the water ice. The boss got to know me a little bit more and I got to know him. It was really just an easy experience. Then 3:30 hit and it was time for me to go to my old job. As soon as I left a grey cloud slowly settled in over me. I knew that my next shift was going to be terrible. Still, I put on a happy face, and my butter stained shirt and was off to the farmers market. Little did I know that was my last shift ever, and that I would get to leave early. As soon as I showed up I realized that there were three people working the closing shift. “That’s odd,” I said to myself, “usually we only have two people working.” Still, I put on my apron and visor and said hi to my co-workers. The first one, the younger one, replied with “ You’ll be doing most of the work today, I already talked to Dana (the older one) and she said it’s fine.” I was flabbergasted. “Why is she here getting paid and collecting tips if I was the one working?!” I looked over to Dana who shrugged and said: “She’s hungover and I feel bad.” At that point, I got irritated. I still did my job, and the other girl's job, for three hours before I started to feel really hungry. I had a four-hour shift and that means that you get a 15-minute break. I asked Dana if I could take my break since it was slow right now and I was really hungry, and she replied impudently, “you’re shift is short so you don’t get a break today.” I was really confused, “I always get a break and I work the same shift every weekend.” She still refused. At this point I was shaking, whether it was anger or hunger at this point, I wasn’t sure. I knew the real reason that I had to stay was that I was doing all the work and neither of the other employees wanted to do anything. I’m willing to go to great extents for my job, but this was ridiculous. I eventually calmed down and said “Can I at least go to the bathroom?” to which I got a rude “yes”. I grabbed my purse and went to buy a sandwich; if I didn’t eat I was going to pass out. I ate it way to fast and returned a few minutes later. Dana was in the back, which was odd considering there was a line out front. She said: “I called Lisa, she said we only need two people working tonight and told me to tell you to leave.” I was more than happy to go, but I was confused given the fact that the other girl told me she wasn’t going to work today. I didn’t dwell on it. I called my dad and he picked me up. The next weekend I couldn’t work so I let a week go by with no contact with anyone from my old job. I eventually mustered up the courage to text my old boss and tell her that I found a new job that gives me more hours, I wouldn’t mind still working for her, filling in a shift if she was in a pinch. But, now my main priority would be Rita’s. She snapped back telling me that I was an awful employee and that if I were to put her down for a recommendation that she would give a nasty one, a very immature response from a lady that was the same age as my own mother. All in all, it worked out better for me. I still work at Rita’s. I still love it. I have a great relationship with my boss and I am a closing and opening manager, ice maker, and key holder. No other girls hold that title after working for only a year. I am finally proud of my job and I am excited when I get to go to work. This also really changed my outlook on people. I used to really care what everyone thought of me. It was my goal in life to have everyone like me, but sometimes I would end up trying too hard. I’ve since realized that if people don’t like me it’s not worth focusing on them and making sure they like me if those who do like me get ignored. Now I make sure that I put the people who really care about me over those who treat me poorly and don’t like me. It doesn’t matter what they think and I maybe better off without them. I will still treat everyone with respect and how I would like to be treated, but I can accept it if I’m not treated this way. Not everyone at Rita’s loves working with me, but at least they don’t threaten to sabotage any chance of me getting a new job in the future. I know that if I asked my new boss to write a letter of recommendation or if I could put his number down for a reference he would do it in a heartbeat. Not only does he actually care about his work, but he also cares about his employees. 4/17/2018 0 Comments Business Letter to Joe PeacockGarnet Valley High School3754 Mayfield Lane
Chadds Ford PA 19317 (267)-398-9743 [email protected] April 17, 2018 Mr. Joe Peacock Dear Mr. Peacock, I just had the joy of reading your phenomenal compilation of short stories entitled Mentally Incontinent. It took me a few months to read, due to it’s hilarious nature, because I had to be entirely alone while reading. I was in tears laughing reading some of your stories. I searched for your website in hope of reading some more of your zany stories. Unfortunately, I was unable to find it, much to my dismay. Regardless, I appreciate your ability to retell a story, keep it funny, and maintain my interest. Your utter honesty in these stories really brings another level to your writing. I felt like I was there and experiencing all of the things you did. Truly an amazing work of literature. I will be honest, reading the first chapter and the summary, I thought that you may have made up some of the information and stories. The further we got into the story, the more unbelievable the stories became, the more I realized that they had to be real. No human could come up with these events, especially these events with the details your write with. There isn’t too much detail that it becomes boring, but it’s the right details to make it feel real. There are so many reasons I loved the book. I loved the fact that I can read someone else's stories about their life. I love telling stories and I love hearing stories. So, hearing someone else's crazy life stories is very fascinating. I am curious how writing these stories and accomplishing your crazy life did not ever end you up in jail. Like, I’m proud of you for becoming a successful author, but it is amazing that you grew up to be a normal functioning adult. Thank you so much for honoring my eyes and brain with your adventures. Please keep them coming. Best regards, Maddy Burford GVHS student 4/11/2018 0 Comments Drip Drip (setting and tone)Drip drip
They’re coming for me Drip drip I have to stay here Drip drip I knew this day was coming Drip drip It all seemed like it would be fine Drip drip I knew that they were evil Drip drip My mom said to trust them Drip drip She hasn’t read my history books Drip drip The government always lies Drip drip Our laws have become too strict Drip drip They’re all based off of fear Drip drip The porcelain bathtub is cold Drip drip I should be safe here Drip drip They shut the water off Drip drip They’re trying to freeze me out Drip drip Only ice cold drops remain Drip drip The lights turn off Drip drip The whole room looks gray Drip drip I’m committing a crime Drip drip But now I’m safe Drip drip I can see my breath Drip drip They won’t come in here Drip drip There’s incoherent yelling Drip drip The grey white door shakes Drip drip I hear a loud scream Drip drip My mom Drip drip There’s the gun shot Drip drip I hope this is not my fault Drip drip They won’t come for me Drip drip That’s because I’m naked Drip drip And nakedness is a crime Drip drip The men are afraid of it Drip drip I’m shivering against the tub Drip drip The door handle turns Drip drip I take a sharp inhale Drip drip I try to let out a scream Drip drip Drip drip Drip drip I feel the blood drip out of my mouth Drip drip Drip drip 4/11/2018 0 Comments Ode to the New YorkerI spend countless hours with him
He’s really fun I promise He’s actually incredibly smart too Despite his incurable gullibility He knows the difference between “there” and “their” And Between “your” and “you’re” But not between a “3rd basemen” and “short” Or Between a “bloke” and a “chap” One day my friend fell for a trick He broke both of his thumbs He made me feed him cheerios As if I were feeding a pigeon in a park One night I heard a scream My friend swore he saw a ghost I had to calm him down there was Only Sheets of Wallpaper I tried to take him to France with me He grew quite pale and quiet He said I really do not want to go, I can travel in my imagination He becomes convinced of some odd things How? I wish I knew He’s convinced there are some moose That Are translating my poems into Canadian 4/5/2018 0 Comments Setting Story Slide Showhttps://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1D-WXLimfBbM-CKvWXP_PoD_KR7Qlk565BZufD3HEcvc/edit?usp=sharing
3/15/2018 0 Comments Setting and Tone.The show started at 6:30. I have been at the school since 4:30. I haven't had dinner and I'm a little bit starving. We have been performing for probably close to two hours. The show has been amazing and while I can't see them from the top of the balcony with bright lights and haze in my face, I know the audience is absorbing every word that is coming out of our mouths. We have reached the final plot point of the show. Eva is going to die soon. We are surrounding the couch that Eva is laying on and we are supposed to be crying. I mean our sister, daughter, and nations spiritual leader is about to die. But we were all laughing and Eva is in bed sleeping. The lights are bright and the air around us smells musky from the fog machine. We all smell kind of bad from sweating so much. We are all exhausted from shows the previous two nights, but it was a relief to be all together on stage for the last time. Eva stands up, she has to talk to her "husband"about becoming vice president. I am once again supposed to be crying, he just told my sister she was going to die and that she had no future. I had to sit with my back to the audience because I couldn't help that I was grinning from ear to ear. Eve faints. I manage to look sad for another minute, but I turn around again, we are all still stifling giggles to look like crying. I looked down and saw an awesome crowd gather on stage. 100 students walked on stage from age 5-18 to looked up at us on the balcony together. I was supposed to be sad. I would never be on stage again with these people and I would never perform this part in a a show again. We were all exhausted, we were all hungry. I easily could have conjured up a negative emotion to cry like I needed to. But instead when the first chord of the second to last song was hit, I felt so proud. Kiera and I buried our heads into each other shoulders, both of us ere finally crying, but I wasn't sad. I was so incredibly proud. Eva was standing in front of us and she just looked stunning with the ghostly white lights shining on her, and looking into the crowd, I could tell everyone on the stage was listening to her words and taking them to heart. Her voice sounded so sweet yet so broken. I couldn't help but shed a tear. We finally did it, the hardest show in Garnet Valley history, and it was more than anything I could have ever asked for |
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