English Composition 1302 (24354)

Project 3

Last Goodbyes

As I walked through town, everywhere I looked was signs with Uncle Sam’s finger pointing right at me “I want you for the U.S. Army”. There wasn’t a single thought before I had people knocking at my door informing me that I fit the age requirements. I could hear my mother’s…

POV

The Pov of the short story “girl” was of the girl and her daily chores and tasks. These tasks her mother tells her to do are very stereotypical things that woman have to partake in. Nowadays being a female is completly different then it was 100 years ago and I think its time to stop telling girls they needs to clean the kitchen and make dinner and do the laundry.

Project 3

“Beautiful day”

I was with him at the lake. It was a beautiful day. Perfect weather, clear skies and I was with him for the first time in what seemed like forever. His hair was slicked back from swimming all day. His green eyes sparkled when the sun hit them. We were sitting…

Project 2

“Girl” POV

Being a girl in todays society is degrading and a joke. Today girls are nothing but “dishwashers” or “cleaning ladies”. When will everyone see us as equals, when will we be treated like we have a say too?

Project 1

Pure feelings based on Robert Hayden

She was so productive

Always working hard

waking up and having motivation

Everyday she would smile

Project 3, 3 poems

In my eyes

A view that defies

all of the sweat and tear in my eyes

those pear-ish purple skies,

to see who shall rise

Reflective Essay T2

Looking back on this term, it was a very interesting term that allowed me to get creative in different ways that I would have never been able to do in traditional English classes. Starting off with interpretation and emulation of different works was a very fun introduction into the contents of…

Project 1

Photosynthesis

The sun rises without knowing if

we will see it set, first bringing light

then taking the light away. How we chose to

Project 3

“A Blissful Morning”

A warm glow shines through the blinds. It slices through the warmth of the comforter and brings a waking light to the start of the day. Part of me wants this moment to go on for a lifetime. The little touches, the knowing stares across the room, the hope for something…