Have you ever been in love or thought you were in love. Well I have and I learned a valuable lesson from that. See a person can't love some one else without truely know that person and a lot of people don't even know their self's. The last relationship showed me how to love someone and

I noticed a lot of people have Friends, but are the people you call your friends really your friends. I met about five people this semester that I can truely say they are my friends. They have been there when I needed some one to be there for me. They also kept secrets that nobody knows about me not even my parents. I don't usually trust people because I've seen how people betray and destroy peopl and I've also experienced it first hand. I would like to thank the people who have become my friends.
I hope you live a thousand years and I hope I'm there to count them with you.
And remember you'll never be sure of your self until you have friends and you'll never be sure who your freinds are until your down.


Black Boi

Creative Writing Class have been a good and fun class to be in . Our teacher is great and I even have him again next year when we come back from the break. I learned so much in Creative Writing Class that I wouldn't main taking the class over. Just as long as I have the same teacher. At first I though that the class was going to be hard, but I found out that it was just fine. The teacher made it so much fun to learn ahbout writing. I didn't like to write, but the teacher teach so good that he made it fun to write. So I just wont to say that the class was fun.

Creative writing has been a great experience, through this class I learned how to vent in so many ways when things are going on around me. Writing is a way to express who you are and how you feel about things that surround you. I really appreicate the effort my teacher put in for us it met alot...Keep on teaching you might actually become successful,one day...thanks 4 everything.

Creative writing is a class I suggest to evrerybldy who likes to write. Some of the projects seem a little dumb at first but they taught about a lot of things I didn't know. Like I learned alot of different forms of poetry and how to write them. Plus I also learned about my own writng and my writing process and how much work I need to do on my writing. It's a lot of work but it's worth it.


Black Boi

I think that having a blog in the classroom was fun because you get to write about whatever you wonted too. But you would have to look out for the bad bloggers in the class because they would be putting bad thing in there blogs. But you know what I had fun blogging in my class because everyone was nice and you can get you work done on time. The teacher was nice and everything is great. So I think that blogging at school is ok.

i Hate creative writting i think it is the stupidest classs that i have every taken


NoNONO just kidding i actually like this class i didn't get the grade that i would have liked but i still liked the class i think that i definantly have developed my writting skills . i iked my teacher and the class i think its a good thing that i came to this school

I know a friend who has a heart of gold. She's very strong and independant. She has problems that she looks right past something I could never do. If I was to pick a person who inspires me it would be her, she doesn't know that she has this effect on me. She makes me laugh she makes me cry, I hope she knows I love her. If I could make 1 wish it would be that I could have meet her a long time ago the times that I wanted to ened my life I wish she would have been the one to calm me down. If she is my angle from heaven I thank God everyday 4 her. I want her to know that I would lay down my life 4 you know matter what you can always count on that
Love you know who....If I could I would tell you and everybody in this world who I am because I fear nothing when your around...expect God.

Today Iam going to take my picture for the 2006 Year Book. I am so happy that this is my last year at this school. Those last 4 years went by so fast, and I am going to miss all my friends. When we do graduate I would be so happy because I can go to college to become a Nurse (RN). I just wont to help the people in need and even the new babies. I think that being a nurse would make me feel so good because I love to help people out. And when I get old I wont someone to do the same thing for me.

How do I feel about creative writing .I enjoy creative writing all together the class taught me quite alot through out the semester .I enjoyed the different things we studied in the class. It was a didderent feel for english all around .So I appreciate the time and fun that we had in the class or whatever .It couldn't been all good with out Mr.Bass and the silly people in the class.

Creative writing is a very fun class. You also have fun learning in here. We have done so much in the past couple of months. I even learned how to do poems. I'm this old and just now learning how to make up a poem. All along I didn't know that it was that simple. I've also learned the stressed and unstressed syllables. I'm not going to say that this class was easy because it weren't. I was even thinking about getting my class changed at the beginning of the school year because I felt like it was too complicated for me. But i learned that if you pay attention, you would find yourself doing just fine. Overall, I really like this class and I wouldn't mind taking it again or a class similar to it.

What do I think about blogging? My personal felling about blogging is I do like the principle of free witing or whatso ever.I do believe someone should monitor what is being wrote as far as people getting killed and blogging about it .So someone should monitor the topics or something on what peopl are writing about . But as far as blogging I do like blogging and what's going on with the whole concept or whatever.

“You know, I didn’t always love Zuko. Actually, up until I turned 6, I hated him. He was always so serious and constantly scolded me for ‘acting frivolous.’” - Maiko

“So what made you decided you loved him?” -Katara

“Well, it happened 8 years ago.”
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6-year-old Maiko was being dragged toward the Fire Palace for a playdate with her fiancé, the Crown Prince Zuko. “But Mommy! I don’t wanna play with Zuko! He’s mean!”

Her mother sighed experatedly. “Sometimes, we have to do things we don’t want to for the greater good, Sweetie.”

“But why?”

She sighed again and turned swiftly toward her daughter. “Just try to get along with Prince Zuko today, all right?”

Little Maiko gave in. “Ok Mommy.” She ran out into the garden to attempt at making nice with her much aggravating playmate.

Prince Zuko watched with dread as Maiko came running toward him. “Why must I be forced to play with her, Uncle? I should be perfecting my firebending or training to become the next Firelord. Not playing with a silly little girl!”

“Now, Prince Zuko, you should be nicer to Lady Maiko. You might end up stuck with her for the rest of your life.”

Zuko groaned disgustedly. He stared as she slowly made her way up toward him. He sneered when she waved energetically at him. In a last minute decision, he began running off in the opposite direction.

Behind him, Maiko frowned. She hadn’t really wanted to play ‘Chase’. “Zuko! Wait for me!” She gathered up her skirt and ran faster to catch up with the runaway prince.

Zuko briefly looked over his shoulder to Maiko surely gaining on him. He gave his body a shove and begun sprinting.

The insides of Maiko’s shoes contracted and pinched the bottom of her feet until she could feel blisters starting to form. Her chest was heaving and her lungs burned like she had just swallowed a bunch of hot coals. Her leg muscles tightened and threatened to lock up. “Zuko! Please… stop! I… can’t… run that fast!”

Zuko ignored her cries and ran faster, laughing. In the distant, he heard a loud thud and Maiko’s anguished cries. He halted on the spot and whirled around. “Maiko?”

She laid face down in the dirt, crying and coughing uncontrollable. Zuko knelt down beside her and patted her on the back in a meager attempt to calm her. Her cough became increasingly volatile as she started hyperventilating. She started gagging from a lack of oxygen. Her lungs ached for air, sending pain coursing through her body, causing her to cry harder. Zuko watched this display worriedly. He hugged her. “I’m sorry, Maiko. I should have stopped.” Her crying ceased and she regained control over her breathing.

“I… I can’t feel my ankle.” She said, trying to hold back the new onslot of tears that insisted upon coming. Zuko examined her ankle. A thorn vine had tangled up around it. Carefully, he peeled the vine off her skin. She winced in pain as the thorns tore bits of her skin.

Zuko ran his finger over the wounds. He tore a strip of fabric off his shirt. He started bandaging the ankle. “This is all my fault. I’m sorry.” He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her ankle. She flushed a deep red.

I personally feel that blogging was pretty cool. It was also interesting. Blogging help people express their feelings better. The reason for that is because they don't have to give their real names or information out. I really don't have any deep secrets, so it didn't do much for me. But on other people behave they may have felt that this was really helpful.

Something I like about blogging is that you could get responses back from other bloggers. That's really exciting to me. But overall, I really enjoy blogging.

Christmas break is coming up and I can't wait. On friday 16, 2005 my mother and I will be going to the mall to go shopping for Christmas gifes. The break is just a week away and it's coming fast. But after the break I wouldn't be bake because I am going to have my baby on January 16, 2006. I can't wait tell that day come because after I have him, I have to be out of school for 6 weeks. And I need that time to go by fast cause I love school. I just hope everything go right for me and my baby. He baby isn't here just, but he already have things under the Christmas tree. My mother is so happy to be a grandmother.