Hey guys!!
So its almost been a week since grad & i just remembered that Mrs. Witt wanted us to post one last time :] This last year has been so much fun! Mrs. Witt you are an amazing person! All the younger kids are definitely going to miss out on taking your class next year. It has been a blast taking your class. Not only did we have a good time you taught us all so much. You are a fantastic teacher. Thank you so much for everything!! & good luck back in Iowa!!

oh. and to everyone else, if you even get back on here, it has been quite the ride with all of you throughout high school. Thanks for sharing the last 18 years of my life with me :] good luck with all your future plans and maybe we'll run into eachother sometime!? CYA!!! Have a great summer! Love you guys :]

-Syd-

Good-bye

I know this isn't an assignment, but I just wanted to say bye to everyone in my 2nd hour class. I will more than likely never see you guys again. It's been a fun and interesting year! Mrs. Witt, I'm gonna miss you a lot. I only have you for one hour, five days a week, but your an amazing teacher and person. I'm glad I had the chance to meet you.

Bedtime Fright

This is a poem i wrote about being scared of the dark during bedtime when i was little :]

Bedtime Fright

Night arrives,

The darkness takes over,

Time for bed.

Its close.

Shut off the light,

Run to the bed,

Covers over head,

Lay there in silence.

Don't move a muscle.

I know i'm not alone.

Say your prayers,

ask for protection,

tell them to go away.

A sliver of light shines through the window,

Tension is relieved.

Light defeats darkness.

Now i can sleep in peace.

Memory Book Letter

Letter to my dear friend Sydni. :)

Dear Sydni Rae-

...remember when we went camping!? How long we took to get our campfire going, five girls setting up a tent, our endless pit of snacks the guys stole & the mysterious something-or-other on Hanahs shorts are just some of the amazing memories of that night. Our attempt to steal Trae's car left a permanent dent in my forehead when his alarm went off & scared the crap out of both of us. Resulting inn slamming into each other, hence, dent in forehead. HA! Oh my...

4th paragraph of introduction

Brooke Richardson used to be one of my best friends when I was about fifteen. The fifth chapter is about her. She was in a horrible car accident on my sixteenth birthday and I found out at my party. Her sister, Courtney, was the driver and Courtney was messing around and was driving on the wrong side of the road. Brooke asked Courtney what she would do if another car was coming and Courtney said "This!" and then swerved. When she swerved she hit a pothole and it made her lose control of the vehicle and it ended up rolling down a hill and catching fire. It was the worst birthday I've had yet.

What Lurks In The Dark

The most memorable moment of my life was when Grant Weldin Lightbeer came over, and we turned the circuit breaker off on my brother while he was in the middle of a game. Needless to say we got the biggest wamping of our lives.

It all started when Grant came over to play some video games. Dragon Ball Z to be exact. As we walked into the room we see that my brother is already playing. We asked him to please let us play. He said he would let us as soon as he was finished. So me and Grant decided we would watch some t.v. in the time being.

After a good thirty minutes or more we decided to go check the game situation. We went back to the room, and no shock to us he was still playing. We asked him to let us play, and he said no he was there first. After about an hour or so of begging we would not budge.

The Small Things

I am in my room, thinking
It wasn't a big deal
I'll cover it up with something
And keep my lips sealed

Now I'm sitting in my chair
And broken glass is everywhere
I anxiously start playing with my hair
Thinking I'll just have to hide it somewhere

Now I see how polish remover on the floor
And Grandma's broken figurine
Seemed to be a bad scene
But are truly just the small things

Room Remembrance

I awake,
Silent silhouettes of dust float in the beam of light,
Warm and waiting in my bunk I listen to the sounds of the house,
Creaking and cracking of walls,
The hollow humming of the heater,
The sizzling sound of bacon.

I move,
The bed bellows as my weight shifts,
The floor thumps as feet fall to it.
I tear to the kitchen for breakfast.

I smell,
The brittle bacon
and brown biscuits,
The yellow yolk of eggs pours down my plate,
I excitedly eat, and rapidly return to my room.

I play,
With lincoln logs,
and plastic people,
of all shapes and sizes,
A red racer,
and a sharp sword.

I lay,
In my bed bunk,
after a day of play,
I cuddle closely to my pillow
and sleep soundly again.

Once I…..

Once I wrote my name on the porch
White and Wooden
Not just once I blamed my brother
Made to erase but never did
Had an obsession with my name
With a newly poured concrete basement
Dropping my white tom cat at 12 feet
Making sure he landed on his feet
Walking of with a limp
My heart sank, and never saw him again.

Once I took my dads hatchet
Borrowed it for a day
Building a tree house with older brother
Weren’t aloud to use tools without permission
Felt guilty and told dad
Never got in trouble, but told “never again”
Sharing candy with older brother
Always wanting it all
Ate some then split the rest
In the end I always had more
I never got caught

Diary of a six year old

Sept 10, 1996
Dear diary,

It was my birthday three days ago. I just turned six! I got a lot of Hunchback of Notre Dame stuff. I don't even like that movie. I'm really sick of it because I have to watch it every day at Nai Nai's house. (She's my crazy old asian babysitter.) The movie is stuck in the VCR and it onlly comes out if you use a butter knife. I don't know how to do it although I have tried. I got Hunchback dolls and coloring books, t-shirts and underwear.

I wrote a letter to Jim Carey because I like him. I told him how much I liked his movies and how funny he was. Maybe he will write back! I haven't mailed it yet because I don't know his address. I hid it under the chair in my bedroom. I don't think Robert knows about it. My favorite movie, more than Hunchback, is Dumb and Dumber! I let my friends Crystal and Andrew borrow it, but they lost it. It made me mad! I also like Ace Ventura.

There's another paragraph, but I'm not going to type it because I need to get ready for school.

Memory Book par dos

Disciplinary Report

Student Nicholas Palmquist

Teacher Theresa Bottles

Incident:

All year I have tried my very hardest to exist in a cordial environment and stature toward said student, choosing to ignore such ostentatious remarks as: “good morning,” or “how are you today Mrs. Bottles?” I have worked extremely hard in constant opposition to both the student and this school district to create a world-renowned music program. Earlier this week, in preparation for our American Pop sensation to be unveiled to the world, Nicholas Palmquist had the gall to ask me if he could borrow the shirts I expertly designed to be showcased along with the students. His exact words were: “Mrs. Bottles, I don’t think I would probably wear that shirt after the performance, and I’d rather not ask my parents for the money if I can help it, so can I just borrow one for the performance and give it back, please?” As I’m sure you can imagine, I was extremely, and with good reason upset. In a spectacle of dramatic and theatric melodrama, I kicked over my music podium and raced from the room in a fit of hysterics. Only to return later in a tearful state I had hoped would induce remorse and regret in the robot of a student. To my horror and surprise, Nick seemed to be resolute in his wishes to not purchase my incredibly trendy shirt that only half of the class had misspelled names on, a pretty promising percentage if I may say so myself.
I have since employed Zach Lawrence, thug/ex-student to keep the students in check. I have informed the student in question that he no longer exists to me and have further ignored him as of late. I am petitioning he be thrown unceremoniously from my class so I may continue my quest for the most talented students in the world.