Fear

In the book To Kill A Mocking Bird we read that Jem had a bad feeling about Atticus driving the car into town in the middle of the night, and I had a similar feeling two Thursdays ago when I was walking to school in the morning.  I was walking in the early morning hours on September 16 because i had to get to Renaissance by 6:45.  It was very dark outside and the only light of the street I was on was one solitary street light.  Now I am walking minding my own business when I see this inky black shadow moving toward me at the other end of the street, so I crossed the street.  Then I see the shadow cross the street to.  At this point I start to panic.  I searched my pockets and find a dull pencil which was my only weapon.  I have decided that this person is going to mug me or murder me and I was going to fight back, with my dull number 2 pencil.  As they drew nearer put my first up, pencil in hand, ready for some close combat.  As they came closer and closer my heart felt like it was about to jump out of my chest because it was pounding so hard.  My palms were sweaty and my mind was focused.  I knew what I had to do. The when I finely have enough light to see them I look up and stare them straight in the eyes.  I was a sixty year old woman on her morning walk, power walking to be exact.  She even said good morning to me.  I am such a coward.

Reading

I think that I like reading To Kill A Mockingbird,  This is odd because I really don't like reading.  I would rather have someone read to me, which is what Mr. Potter does, or have it made in to a movie so I don't have to use my imagination.  Even with all that happening I still like reading, and I am eager to get home and read.  Maybe even read ahead.  Call me what you want but like the book.  I think I must be sick.

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The Learner

What I learned about the learner by: George Simon
Learner o Learner why must you speak
Whenever I hear you it makes me want to seek
A better place or something to do
Anything is better that listening to you
Try and explain something that is asked
When you are done 1:57 has passed
And you are still rambling on
Each one of us wanting to be gone
From the prison that you hold us in everyday
While you come in yelling hip, hip, hooray
To English class that you say love
But we feel nothing for you that but the feeling above

Please enjoy this poem that I have written, but most of you know who I mean. Although if you do not have no fear. One of these days it will hit you. Then you will see what I mean and that is poem is pretty accurate. I do not even like poetry. It is just an inconvenient way to say something, but I have been moved by the learner.
Farewell,
George Simon