This is a compendium of timed responses, vocab stories and other personal written responses by students in Ms. Reyes's English 12 class.
“Read, read, read. Read everything – trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.” ~William Faulkner
Monday, March 9, 2015
Au Revoir- College Essay Writing Prompts -- MAKE UP CH 30-38
If you were absent, have a legitimate excuse, and missed the final reading and discussion of Au Revoir Crazy European Chick post your response to one of the prompts here. (minimum word count: 200 words).
It is November 22nd, 2009, and there was more than a foot of snow last night. I reclined on the couch with the family dog and watched the large fluffy flakes drift lazily down. My older sister sat on the other couch to my right, staring into her laptop screen. Our parents were both out, grocery shopping at Costco. My sister snickered at some private amusement provided by her machine. I considered asking her to explain but the moment was lost in my indecision. “I wonder what's taking mom and dad so long” I pondered aloud. Katherine grunted into her laptop in response. It had been almost 3 hours since our parents had left, and while grocery shopping could sometimes take quite some time for our family, it seemed like they were trying to set a record. I pride myself on my habit of evaluating all possibilities when faced with a situation, but sometimes it can be a bit morbid – like right now for instance, when I contemplated all the possible things that could have happened to my parents while they were out. They ranged from simple things like running out of gas, to horrifying things like being murdered, to just strange things like a local space-time distortion causing time to pass twice as fast for my sister and I. One idea seemed to stick as I sifted through potential causes of lateness: that they had been in a traffic accident. Though this idea seemed absurd at the time I couldn't shake it for some reason. Another hour passed, and the hands on the clock were beginning to worry even my sister, when I saw my grandparents' car pull into the driveway. My grandma stepped out of the driver's seat and was followed by my parents from the back seat. They all looked perfectly normal, if not very happy. I jumped up as they walked in the house. They were arguing. “What took you so long!” I chirped. “Where's the car?” my sister contributed. Our mother looked down at us, dark clouds brewing on her face. Her anger may not have been directed at us, but we were nonetheless the victims of it. “Some crazy woman in the other lane lost control of her car on the way home. The Mazda is totaled.”
It is November 22nd, 2009, and there was more than a foot of snow last night. I reclined on the couch with the family dog and watched the large fluffy flakes drift lazily down. My older sister sat on the other couch to my right, staring into her laptop screen. Our parents were both out, grocery shopping at Costco. My sister snickered at some private amusement provided by her machine. I considered asking her to explain but the moment was lost in my indecision.
ReplyDelete“I wonder what's taking mom and dad so long” I pondered aloud. Katherine grunted into her laptop in response. It had been almost 3 hours since our parents had left, and while grocery shopping could sometimes take quite some time for our family, it seemed like they were trying to set a record. I pride myself on my habit of evaluating all possibilities when faced with a situation, but sometimes it can be a bit morbid – like right now for instance, when I contemplated all the possible things that could have happened to my parents while they were out. They ranged from simple things like running out of gas, to horrifying things like being murdered, to just strange things like a local space-time distortion causing time to pass twice as fast for my sister and I. One idea seemed to stick as I sifted through potential causes of lateness: that they had been in a traffic accident. Though this idea seemed absurd at the time I couldn't shake it for some reason.
Another hour passed, and the hands on the clock were beginning to worry even my sister, when I saw my grandparents' car pull into the driveway. My grandma stepped out of the driver's seat and was followed by my parents from the back seat. They all looked perfectly normal, if not very happy. I jumped up as they walked in the house. They were arguing. “What took you so long!” I chirped.
“Where's the car?” my sister contributed.
Our mother looked down at us, dark clouds brewing on her face. Her anger may not have been directed at us, but we were nonetheless the victims of it. “Some crazy woman in the other lane lost control of her car on the way home. The Mazda is totaled.”