Assignment: In-class, timed Writing Test from an English 12 practice provincial exam. Using the experiences of others or from any aspect of your life (your reading or your personal experiences), write a multi-paragraph composition on the following topic:
"Different points of view make life interesting."
By Justice Fiddler, English 11
Shattered glass littered the desolate floor. Daddy's yelling, Mommy is crying, Devlin is hiding. Silence never reigned supreme in this place. I think only the unbreakable will of brother and sister to protect each other can possibly mend the damages inflicted by the two adult combatants. Through their eyes, they only see each other (staring reveals cold hatred). Through our eyes, we see destruction, but hang on to each other. The different points of view are critical in this situation.
Much more violent words are being thrown around; soon, the love they once shared will be gone forever. Sunrise punches through the never-ending darkness in the bowels of my room. I feel an impending doom upon us.
The seething hatred between them shrouds the very existence of us small children. Alcohol and drugs causes this hatred: neither can quit, so neither can truly love. Soon the ripples of their actions will decimate their fallen relationship. Silence showed its ugly face. Quiet weeping then echoed throughout the house; sirens filled the streets. An unspeakable truth still lingers around us all: Daddy's been taken away, Mommy was rushed to the hospital. With shattered souls and broken dreams, we know instinctively that only the true power of our will , will keep me and Devlin together, forever.
I wanted life to be about sunshine and lollipops. It wasn't. I know my point of view: nothing can remove broken memories. But I will myself to be strong.
Assignment: Poetry Piece
By Jordi Hamilton, Writing 12
"Untitled"
Left to rot in memories
I'm surrounded but alone
Friends are all around me
But I need more than they could know
I've been told many things
None of which are true
Nothing that you've told me
Matters at all to you
Your words are like leaves
Drowning in fire
Crisping to blackness
And when you desire
To hold one to its meaning
It burns into your skin
And crumbles to nothing
Leaving scars in the place your words had been
