Poetry
Seventh Grade
To me Seventh grade was the real beginning of middle school for one thing there was a new school with a different setup and new lockers for in sixth grade even though we switched classes we still kept our books and coats and lunches in our homerooms back then. We were treated differently more grown up. There was new equipment to use and learn. This was the beginning of what was known as open classrooms. There were two huge rooms that could be eight regular size classrooms (four classrooms in each large pod. Seventh grade was also when it seemed hormones seemed to flourish both physically and mentally and emotionally and even socially and some kind of felt left behind.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Critique
Sixth Grade
My sixth grade year was actually the start of my middle school/junior high years. This was the first year that I changed classes with each a separate teacher both male and female. I went from a 'grammar school' where my fifth grade stayed in one room to a building where we got to change rooms and learn in different ways. I mean one teacher still stood in front of the classroom while some teachers believed in group learning and doing various projects. It was a fun year for when seventh grade slowly approached there will be a new actual middle school.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Critique
Memorial Day
In the month of May at the end there's a holiday known as Memorial Day. It is a day set aside to give praise and honor to all who served this country known as America. It is a day that family and friends have a barbeque of hamburgers and hot dogs, potato salad, and some form of dessert and some kind of beverage depending on the wants of those that tend to want iced tea, beer or some other form of drink. Just remember this saying while remembering on this day. "Lest We Forget."
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Critique
Fifth Grade
On to the fifth grade when I had my first man teacher. This was my last year at one of the local elementary schools that my school district had at the time and it was a year that seemed to require more manners since we were the oldest students in the school. It was 1975 and I remember we actually got some new textbooks for science and health that were up-to-date. We were all just growing up and changing day to day as well as I think seeing others in a new way.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Critique
Fourth Grade
Who remembers fourth grade? This was the year that some called Upper elementary, and it did feel like we were not little kids anymore. The subjects got a little more detailed in the information presented and the homework got to be more presentable to the teacher. Fourth grade was the year of starting to really grow in many ways.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Critique
September
September the end of Summer and the beginning of Fall and my favorite time of year the beginning of a new school year. I was one of those people who liked new school supplies, new books, new teachers and seeing and catching up with school friends. September is also when Fall cleanups for started as raking leaves and maybe splitting wood for the fireplace with a sledgehammer and chisel. Believe it or not that was kind of fun at times.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Critique
Dinosaurs
Oh, my dinosaurs seem to be everywhere these days even though they are extinct or are they. Dinosaurs are everywhere from schools to parks and everywhere in between. There are many varieties of these large mammals that range in size from the small to the very large. Just ask any preschooler and they can name many of these mammals.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Critique
Mother's Day
Even though it is a day late here is a short critique of the holiday Mother's Day. It is a day to honor your mom with however you want to whether with a gift or a dinner or even just a card and a hug. It is a day to give your mom something special thought. I wish my mom was still here but I will see her again someday.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Critique
"Feedback Frontier"
In the dynamic city of Horizonville, where imagination exceeded all rational limitations and creative articulation flourished, there carried on with a youthful essayist named Alex. Enthusiastically for narrating and a yearn for new encounters, Alex set out on an excursion through the Input Boondocks — a local area of essayists, specialists, and makers who looked to push the limits of their art by investigating inventive skylines through valuable criticism and joint effort.
By Natalie A. Smith2 years ago in Critique
"The Typewriter's Legacy,"
Some time ago, in a comfortable loft settled on an old Victorian house, there lived a failed to remember remnant of a past period — a typewriter. It sat upon a dusty work area, its keys covered in recollections of when words were made with ink and paper. The typewriter had seen many years of stories unfurl, yet it held one story near its heart — the tale of its own inheritance.
By Natalie A. Smith2 years ago in Critique
The Taliban's Plan To Rule the World
While the turmoil seems to never end in the Middle East, the idea of the return of Al-Qaeda is getting more and more popular, since such a group has a historical ties with the Taliban that reached power in Afghanist in 2021. The dire situation that spells out the fate of the Afghan citizens in Taliban's regime rule hangs in the air with it bringing to mind the global setting of the day regardless of the distance.
By Amine Oubih2 years ago in Critique
