Your choice...due at the end of the period

Write a letter to future Creative Writing I students.
Tell them what to expect, what you learned, what you liked about the course, and what you hope has changed because you didn't like it.

Write a poem to Creative Writing I as if it were a person.
What would you say to Creative Writing I? How do feel about his/her personality? How would you describe Creative Writing I? Do you have any questions for him/her?

Write a series of fragments (verse or prose) describing the personalities you met in Creative Writing I.

Say something you've always wanted to say in Creative Writing I but never had to chance to do so.

Speech to Poetry

Click on the following link:

Read through President Obama's speech. Choose a line you find intriguing and use it as the title to or a line in your own poem. Be sure to put the line you have borrowed in italics.

http://www.cnn.com/2009/POLITICS/01/20/obama.politics/index.html

Choose one of the prompts from our prompt page and post your writing to your blog. Be sure to identify which prompt you used.

http://promptspromptsprompts.blogspot.com/

Things you could/should be doing in the next few days...

Continuing your rough drafts

Revising for final drafts

Picking through your blog posts for pieces to revise or expand

Conferencing with me

Starting a new piece (see the prompt page if you need ideas)

Conferencing with a peer

Checking the Peer Review blog for people who are looking for advice on their pieces and making comments

Putting your Final Portfolio together (Have substance and presentation - this is your final exam)

Time for criticism. How might you revise this poem? Give suggestions and be constructive (all six prompts were combined into this one poem)

Bro(empty)ken

I thought it was fate

Because I had just lost so much

And then you came around –

[Me, vulnerable

You, strong]

Telling me you had the key

To unlock the beauty inside of me.

Instead you broke the lock

And unleashed your terror inside of me.

(I reached out

Thinking someone could save me,

But you were in control,

And help was just an illusion.)

So I cried,

And ached,

And died.

And then I died some more.

But no one can imagine

What this feels like.

A burning in my chest,

A visceral wrenching.

It's numbness in my fingers,

In my toes,

In my mind –

A mind that is always racing,

Running,

Scurrying,

Scrambling,

Trying to pick up the pieces
And fighting the demons that scratch and beat and pound

Against the insides of my skull.

I'm praying to fill the need,
To fix this hole inside of me.

This insatiable hunger buries me

(I'm trapped in filth and scratching at the walls

Begging just to get one taste

Dying just to get back to you.)

Winners

Branson
both Danielles
Chris
Parveen
Paige