Writing

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Writing Samples:

First Grade–Climbing (or see below)

First Grade–Reading

2nd grade–Painting

2nd grade–Favorite Day

3rd Grade–Flying Horse

4th Grade–Pink Room

4th grade–Elephant room

4th grade–Amazon Room

5th Grade–Grandpa’s Place

6th Grade–Favorite Place

6th Grade–Ultimate Room

7th Grade–Imaginary Room

7th Grade–My Hero

A Written Blueprint of my Dream Room

By: Kevin —7th Grade

I can only daydream about how I would design my very own room if I could and if my dad had a million dollars to spare. However, if I could design my own room, regardless of the cost, it might be something like the following.

I’ll start with the walls. They would be made of brick or concrete so that there wouldn’t be too much noise if something hit it. The wallpaper would be able to be changed by pushing buttons on a control panel. There would be four different wallpapers to choose from: underwater, space, air and clouds, and plain white. In one of the walls there would be glass compartments with doors and tiny air holes. Any animals or bugs I would want as pets could go in them if they were small enough to fit in.

Other things would be in the walls, too. There would be a safe for my allowance, a control panel for some of my room’s special features, and organized storage compartments for whatever I might want to put in them. I could put LEGOs in one container, small toys in another, and odds and ends in another. One more container would hold papers.

The door would also be customized. There would be a peephole to see out of the room, but not in. A slot near the bottom of the door would be available to slip stuff like notes through the door. The door would not have a lock. However, I would have two door hangers. One would say “WELCOME” on one side and “PLEASE WAIT” on the other. The other door hanger would say “CHOKING HAZARD: PLEASE KEEP TODDLERS OUT” on one side and “DON’T COME IN” on the other, in case there would be need for something besides just “please wait” or “welcome”.

As we will soon have a toddler in the house, I would need to take some extra safety precautions in my room design. One safety feature would be a row of sensors to detect any loose toys that a toddler might swallow. The sensors would be right above the floor, on the wall. They would scan the room if someone pushed a button. After the scan, a screen would light up and show where in the room any small toys within reach of a toddler are. Another safety precaution would be that the control panel would be high out of reach of toddlers so that no little fingers will push buttons and wreak havoc!

The control panel would be the main way to adjust my room, as well as having other uses. There would be six buttons in all. The “1” button would scroll through the wallpaper options. The “2” button would select the wallpaper. The “3” and “4” buttons on the panel would raise and lower the roof. The “5” button would open the safe. Finally, the “6” button would activate all of the toddler safety features. There would be a screen on the panel, too. It is the same screen that would show where the small toys are. I could also use the control panel as a sort of computer. All in all the control panel would be the most important of the extra features in the room. {Just imagine what could happen if it broke!}

Those aren’t the only things I would want customized. I would want to design the floor a certain way as well. The floor would be made of smoothed wood. It couldn’t creak if someone stepped on it.

I would still need other things in the room. Right above the floor, on the walls, there would be vents to let heat in. Next to a heat vent, on one end of the room, there would be a desk. It would be large, with several drawers and plenty of knick-knack space. I would have an aquarium on top of the desk. There would be a small table under the window. The curtains on the window would be a plain dark green. They would be thick in order to keep sunlight out of the room. That way I could sleep late without the sun waking me up. I would have a plant growing on the desk or the table. There would also be a TV and a DVD player in my room. Since the TV in our house is in the living room, we watch movies that my siblings aren’t allowed to watch late at night instead of keeping them out of the living room in the day. If I had a TV in my room, I could just watch it in my room in the daytime with the door closed. Another thing I would have in my room would be a bulletin board on the wall. I could write down anything that I might need to remember on a piece of paper and tack it on the bulletin board, or put drawings on it, or use it for whatever else I might want.

I highly doubt that I will ever get to design {or live in} a room like this.  However, if you ever happen to see a room with animal cages in the walls, a control panel, changeable wallpaper, toddler safety sensors, and dark green curtains, you’ll be able to have a fairly good guess at who designed it.

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The Adventures of My Room

By: Jacob—8th Grade

“3…2…1…Click!” The door to my room opened. I gazed around at my surroundings. To my right, there lay an oven of sorts. This “oven” was the Incredible Pizza Machine. Pressing a few buttons, I grabbed a freshly made cheese pizza. Taking a bite, I saw my bed in front of me. I was thinking of taking it for a spin, as it could transform into a racecar, a star-fighter, or a hovercraft. But I decided against it. As I turned to my left, I saw my fridge, which can expand or act as a microwave. Turning again, I caught glimpse of my computer desk and my TV. Walking forward, I tripped on the virtual reality system in the middle of my room. Getting up, I took a good brief look at everything I had just passed by. Turning once more to my door, I went downstairs for dinner. I planned to get out and have an adventure after dinner.

Anything can happen with a room like mine. One example of such an adventure goes like this…

One waterlogged day, in the rainy season, I had no choice but to go to my bedroom. So I approached my door, identified myself to the security system and entered the room. I had business to take care of on Planet Metropolis. Grabbing a personal meat-lovers pizza from the Incredible Pizza Machine, I headed off to fight in the Intergalactic war. After requesting a hyperspace permit from Planet Metropolis, I hit hyper-speed. Landing on Planet Metropolis, I found my contact, a green, three-eyed creature from the Metropolitan fleet. Being directed to my squadron’s hangar, I found that a gravity beam had been added to my ship. Satisfied, I joined the others in my squadron.

We were assigned to attack a space-battleship hovering above Planet Icicle. In the plan, the squadron fighters were assigned to attack the battleship directly while my gravity beam warmed up. Then the bombers would follow after the fighters and bomb out all the shield generators on the craft. Ahead of me, the squadron leader and five wingmen would take out the bridge of the battleship. Then I would fire my fully charged gravity beam and send the battleship plummeting down to Planet Icicle. Everything went as planned. The fighters and bombers hit their targets, the squadron leader and his wingmen took out the bridge, and I sent it plummeting.

It was the trip back that caused trouble. On our way back to Planet Metropolis, ten squadrons from Planet Icicle ambushed us. They rushed at us from all directions, shooting lasers rapidly. Ten, sleek fighters took off from the rest. Five of them flew toward the squadron leader, and the other five flew straight toward me. I thought I was doomed, but an instant later I came up with a plan. I gunned my engines as much as I could, pulled a complete loop, and ended up behind them. Then, unleashing the fury of my lasers, combined with the gravity beam, I destroyed every last one of the fighters and rushed back to aid my comrades. We recovered and set back to Planet Metropolis. After getting another hyperspace permit, I zipped back to Earth and finished my homework. Quickly making sure I had turned my fighter back into the bed, I went outside and rode my bike.

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Courage: An Unlikely Example

By: Ellen, 8th Grade

Courage is not the absence of fear, but the facing of it in the strength given us. These days, courage is made to seem like an extraordinary thing, and at times those who act in it are exalted to legend-like positions. However, courage is not found only in the heroes of fairy tales and folklore or in the lives of men and women long gone or in the martyrs for the Faith. Courage can be found in those you see around you who seem ordinary, and, by His grace, in those whom you would never have imagined admiring (like me, for instance, but that comes later).

A prime example of this courage is the story of a girl I am familiar with, named Ellen, who is thirteen years of age. In other words, I am she and she is I. Now, when I got the letter about the essay contest, my hands grew clammy with excitement —and dread. When I saw the 8th graders were placed with those in the 9th, I cowered in my very desk chair. The options they gave us were difficult, and the choices were limited, in a rather non-American fashion. How could I choose?  And yet, when Mum told me she thought it would be a good idea for all of us to enter, I knew she was right. After all, we must honor our parents.  So, I set my jaw and took up my pen. Well, sort of. By the time I really grasped the biting ridges of my  #2 pencil, we had received the ominous one-week and then, two-day warnings. The dread almost kept me up at night. However, I knew that, at least, I had the Dictionary, and that had to be enough.

I had tried various coping methods already. When the method of denial gave out (for about three weeks it had held me steady) the practice of procrastination just would not cut it. Two days before my approaching doom, I had to face, in courage, my destiny. Despite my fears (those ninth graders loomed menacingly) a day before I was to turn it in I sat down to write my essay. Suppressing my worries (would my last-minute effort be all right? I was obedient in the face of near paralyzing fear and the ever-real danger of the great and terrible ninth grade.

A few hours later, I almost gave up. Nothing would come. My brain was fried, and the skillet was unusually oily but that did not help the words come rolling out. I came close to panicking, but after a brief respite and some chocolate for sustenance, I stiffened my sinews and went at it again. That was true courage coupled with perseverance. Though faced with failure, shame, and the ninth grade, I tried again. Despite the overwhelming odds, I had my Dictionary, and in faith, I left my comfort zone and went out into the fray. It is up to you to tell if I was victorious.

What you have before you now was conceived in fear and carried in dread, but birthed in strong courage, the result of obedience. I hope you now see that, even though I am young, through the Miriam Webster I shall do valiantly. Dear reader, do not say this is a prideful essay, for indeed I know that without my Dictionary I could not have done it. But I did act in courage, and though the ninth graders still scare me, I no longer cower before them. For “Some trust in the American Collegiate, and some in Collier’s, but I trust in the Miriam Webster. They are brought down to Honorable Mentions, but I [hope to] rise up to 1st place and stand firm.”

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By: Toby