Write About a First

     The doctors had told Susie that the chances of her ever having a child were very slim. She visited numerous doctors trying to find a solution, but there was nothing. She had to bare the thought that her one dream of being a mother was completely crushed and demolished. One day was the day that had changed her life. Susie went to the doctors only to be told that she was expecting a child. This was the moment that changed her outlook on life as pure happiness filled her from head to toe. Susie was told she would be having a baby boy. The pregnancy wasn't as bad as she had expected it to be. 9 months later on January 29 of 2015 was finally the time she had been waiting for. Susie was taken to the hospital by her husband. It was a brutal 7 hours trying to deliver the baby. However, she knew that it would all be worth it in the end and that the only thing she was told could never happen was actually happening. Soon enough she would be able to hold her own child. The labor progressed and screams and cries of infants filled the hospital room shortly after.Tears streamed down Susie's face. The doctor wrapped the fragile child in a blue blanket and handed the baby to Susie. A sigh of relief rushes through her as the little boy grabbed on to her pinky finger and didn't let go. This was a special kind of love, something that can only be experienced by a mother and her child for the first time. Susie felt this love the first time she held her son.

Irony 

     Lucy hated everything about Matt. Matt was Lucy's current boyfriend for almost two years. She knew that breaking up with him was a terrible idea, but she couldn't bare the thought of being with him any longer. Matt was clingy, protective, and overbearing. It got to a point where a simple "hello" made her so mad. Lucy had already tried breaking up with Matt, but he just kept coming back. She thought to herself and wondered what the consequences would be if she would just kill him. She knew that this could be permanent solution to all her problems, but she didn't want to deal with the aftermath. So, Lucy thought about this over and over until she figured out a plan. Her plan was to make the murder scene appear to be a suicide and then maybe she wouldn't have to go to jail. Matt had asked Lucy Thursday night to come over Sunday, making it the perfect day to kill him. Sunday quickly approached and Lucy pulled into the driveway of Matt's house and slipped a gun she stole from her friend who was a cop in the back of her pants. She approached the door, knocked, and said:

     "Hey babe" and kissed him on the cheek. 

Matt insisted that she come in and sit down on  the couch. 

     "How was your day today?" he said while filling up two glasses of wine from the kitchen. 

Lucy got up from the couch and turned toward the kitchen. At this point she was sweating profusely. She pulled out the gun and aimed for the back of Matt's head, but missed and shot him in the leg. Matt fell to the ground, screamed in agony for three minutes and then came to a stop. Lucy thought that he was dead so she laid the gun by his chest and wrapped his left hand around the trigger grabbed her purse and began to walk out of his house. She made sure no evidence was left, but before she knew it she heard noise coming from the kitchen and turned around to see that Matt was holding the gun that shot a bullet through her chest and killed her in an instant. 

Pantoum (Original)

Drinking too much.

Making dumb decisions.

Costing my life,

and taking the lives of others,

Making dumb decisions.

Getting into the driver’s seat,

and taking the lives of others.

I thought I was fine.

Getting into the driver’s seat,

everything hazy and unclear.

I thought I was fine,  

beeping and honking surround me.

Everything hazy and unclear,

twisting and turning the wheel.

Beeping and honking surround me,

my eyes closing.    

Twisting and turning the wheel,

hitting something and jolting forward.

My eyes closing,

and I can’t breathe.

Hitting something and jolting forward.

Sirens consuming me,

and I can’t breathe.

I sit there motionless.

Sirens consuming me,

I close my eyes.

I sit there motionless.

Repetitive sounds of monitors in my ears.

I close my eyes,

Peaceful and quiet state of mind.

Repetitive sounds of monitors in my ears,

everything falls silent.

Pantoum (Final)

Drinking too much.

Making dumb decisions.

Costing my life,

and taking the lives of others.

Making dumb decisions.

Getting into the driver’s seat,

and taking the lives of others.

Hesitant of my surroundings.

Getting into the driver’s seat,

everything is hazy and unclear.

Hesitant of my surroundings,

beeping and honking all around.

Everything is hazy and unclear.

I twist and turn the wheel.

Beeping and honking all around,

drifting to sleep.  

I twist and turn the wheel,

hitting something and jolting forward.

Drifting to sleep,
my heartbeat diminishing.

Hitting something and jolting forward,

Sirens consuming me.

My heartbeat diminishing,

I sit there motionless.

Sirens consuming me,

shouts and screams of doctors.

I sit there motionless,

ringing monitors in my ears.

Shouts and screams of doctors.

Clinging onto the little life I have left,

ringing monitors in my ears,

and nothing is to be felt.

Clinging onto the little life I have left,

I close my eyes.

Nothing is to be felt, 

and everything begins to fall silent. 

Dirge: (Original)

As people gather around,

the details of your causality become expound.

Sounds of sobbing fill the small room,

as you sit motionless in the tomb.

Remembering the small details of your face,

this tragedy has become a disgrace.

The millions of memories we had,

recalling all of them and becoming sad. 

You don’t deserve this,

the sadness overpowering me has me feeling like I’m stuck in an abyss.

You were young and had a life to live,

these are the events I will always remember and relive. 

Dirge: (Final)

As people gather around,

the details of your causality become expound.

Sounds of weeping people fill the small populated room,

as you sit motionless in the tomb.

Remembering the small details of your face,

this tragedy has turned into a disgrace.

The infinitive amount of memories we had,

recalling all of them and becoming sad. 

I will miss you more and more every day,

you were happy and beamed like a sun ray.

You were young and had a life to live,

these are the events that I will always remember and relive.  

Triolet: (original)

An unbreakable bond,

lovers, friends, family.

They help us and beyond,

an unbreakable bond.

Surrounded by happiness,

forever making us smile.

An unbreakable bond,

lovers, friends, family.

Triolet: (final)

An unbreakable bond,

lovers, friends, family.

They mentor us and beyond,

an unbreakable bond.

Ringed with bliss,

endlessly making us smile.

An unbreakable bond,

lovers, friends, family. 

 Different Tones

 The dreaded 5:50 alarm clock startles me while I'm dead asleep. I have no motivation to get out of bed and actually get ready. Getting dressed, brushing my teeth, showering, putting on makeup, packing my bag, and sitting in a classroom for 7 hours is nothing I want to do. The whole day i just stare at the clock hoping a miracle will happen and the last bell of the day will ring and i get to go home. All I want to do is sleep and snuggle up with my dogs. School is like being in a prison. I want nothing to do with it.

    The 5:50 alarm clock wakes me up and I can't wait to get up. I hop out of bed more excited than ever to get ready. Getting dressed, brushing my teeth, showering, putting on makeup, packing my bag, and learning for 7 hours is everything I wish to do today. I want to learn new things. I stare at the clock hoping the day won't end. The thought of a new school day gets me more excited for the next day to start.

Distillation

In the AP English Literature and Composition passage, the narrator establishes a subjective tone towards scientists by switching point of views, detailed imagery, and degrading diction. Throughout the narrator switches from first person to second person while using harsh words like “cruel nastiness” with the use of imagery to suggest a tone of unhappiness and negativity. The bitter tone implies that the narrator doesn’t approve of the scientists experimenting on the insects and that they should stop the cruel and inhumane acts on them. This passage was made for the narrator to address his views on scientists jobs being useless compared to people who actually have to work for their living and the harm they are causing to the environment. 

200 Word Sentence

The thought of summer makes everyone around us more happy, no school, warm weather, we finally get to relax, enjoy ourselves while sitting on the hot sand listening to the waves crash on the shore eating the lunch you packed, with your music blasting through your headphones; no more dreadful mornings waking up at 6 o’clock to see a group of people that we don’t necessarily care about, we don’t have to worry about looking presentable, being nice to people even if we are in a bad mood, or worrying about if you studied hard enough for the test you have that day, its finally our time to make it this best time of our lives, we get to go to all the concerts we want, go to parties, read books, go on vacations; we meet new people, people that will be in our lives for a long time; we don’t hold back anything, we just live in the moment;  we enjoy every moment because soon it will be over and the dreaded 6 o’clock alarm clock wakes us while in our deepest sleep once again, but soon it will be summer again and we are able to enjoy ourselves once again.