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This was an assignment in my 7th grade english class to write a love sonnet to my teacher's girlfriend. We were learning poetry and I guess for some reason he thought that this would be a good idea? He actually loved it though and showed it to all his teacher friends and his girlfriend!
Dear woman you've captured my teacher's heart
Still I wonder, What in him do you see?
It must have been purely by cupid's dart
That this relationship has come to be.
Is it his hair, blown by a leaf blower?
And have you ever seen a nose so big?
Is it his beard chopped up by a mower?
or that at random He'll put on a jig.
There's roses and rocks if you understand,
That is saying there is nice and there's not...
There's bristles and thornes when you walk in sand
And cool breezes when the weather gets hot.
Men are numbered like the stars in the sky
All that put aside, he's a real great guy.
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I was supposed to complete a "summer assignment" the summer between freshmen and sophmore year to go into Honors English . . . The problem was I was in a cp class freshmen year so somehow I never actually got the assignment (which turned out to be somesort of read a book and write a double entry journal thing about it ) but I had to have something to hand in the first day of school so this is what I wrote :
Summer English Assignment
Once upon a time in a land recognized by society as Easton Area High School, there was a maid. This land was not a terrible land, but the young maid found it however to be a most curious land and was often to find herself in rather formidable predicaments. Now perhaps being the most relevant to our dear reader is the unlucky dilemma that I shall now describe.
The Dilemma:
Summer had finally arrived, much to the celebration of every youth in that land. For during the other three seasons, they were bound by ancient law to remain inside the walls of the land. There they were required to perform many strenuous tasks and endure countless boresome lessons. The classes were divided by the level of intelligence of the youth that inhabited them. The levels were as such ; Hopeless, Fair, and Superior.
Now this maid was classified in a verity of levels depending upon the subject, but this story is about English, in which the maid was originally classified as "Fair". However, by the end of her first year, it was decided that she was to be promoted to "Superior". The maid was pleased, but as the Season of Freedom began, the poor maiden discovered a distressing truth. All of the youths who were to be classified as "Superior" in the coming year were to complete a "summer assignment". Now this maid was not the lazy sort, and surely wouldn't have minded so very much to have had to complete the project, Even during the Season of Freedom. However, there was one problem. She had never received it!
Upon coming to this dreadful realization, the poor maid searched her brain desperately trying to remember her former teacher saying anything about the assignment. But the teacher had never mentioned it. Perhaps this was because she was only in a "Fair" class that year that the teacher did not find it necessary to mention a project meant only for "Superiors", or perhaps it just slipped her mind. In any case, The maid had an idea. A brilliant idea. She would send a message to all of her friends in "Superior" English classes and ask them what the assignment was. Unfortunately, the vast majority of her friends were classified as "Hopeless" and she did not have but a few friends in "Superior". Just the same, the maid composed a message to those few friends. The maid was pleased when she received responses, but that soon turned to disappointment when the messages were read. For they too were either in the same situation as the maid or had carelessly misplaced their papers explaining the assignment.
The poor maid was so very disappointed, but still she did not give up. She had yet another brilliant idea. "I will send a message to the English teacher herself!" the maid thought, and set to work on yet another message. The maid was very polite in her message and simply explained that she had never received the assignment and was never told of any meeting at which she was to have received it at. But alas, to the maid's utter vexation, her very polite letter was rudely ignored.
So the maid continued to ask around and tried everything she could think of but everything she tried fell through. It began to seem as though it was the maid's inescapable fate to fail this cursed assignment. But just as the summer season was coming to an end, the maid was struck with one last brilliant idea. "I will write a story explaining my dilemma," the maid thought, "And give it to my new teacher in hope that by some miracle she will be gracious enough to explain the assignment to me and give me the chance to complete it."
THE END
Discription: This was a thank you letter that we had to wirte after listening to a guest career speaker in freshmen english class. . . we had to have 3 paragraphs, use certain vocab words, which I did and make reference to something that he said during his speech. I handed it in but I have no idea if she actually sent it or not.
November 17, 2010
Mr. Charles Carro
Attorney
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Dear Mr. Carro:
Thank for coming into our class… it was real nice having you even if you were a half hour late and didn’t even like the career that you were supposed to be promoting. That’s about all I can think of to say. But yes, I KNOW This letter supposedly needs to be formal, and proper, and three paragraphs long, but hey, who honestly wants to sit down and read a bunch of formal thank you letters? It’s probably almost as bad as having to write one.
So I will try and spare you the dreadful boredom J Yes, I will definitely make this as brief and humorous as possible and only say what necessarily has to be said.
Okay, third paragraph… Now, I could “make reference” to some comments from your speech, but since you probably are already fully aware of everything you said (And just in case your not, there’s always the rest of these formal thank you letters that you can refer to) I think I will skip that. So I guess that’s it.
Thank you again for coming.
Sincerely,
Jaime Elizabeth Meyers
Student
EAHS
