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Mr. Heneke please pay special attention to my posting You're Never Over.

Writer's Craft Reflection

6 months. That's all it took. 24 weeks for me to fall even more in love with writing.

It's always been my neech but never did I expect for there to be so many rules behind it. I can definetely say that I've learnt a lot over the past few months. Not only from Mr. Heneke but from the websites we've visited, the books we've analyzed and the speeches, poems and many more sources that we've studied. When I think of writing, my mind goes straight to the idea of a pen and paper (hence the title of my blog) but now nearing the end of this class I realize how much more there is to it.

From punctuation rules to sentence structures and righting actively, not passively I can certainly say I've learnt a lot. I intend on using all of my gained knowledge for future writing in University as well as recreationally. As much as I enjoyed Writer's Craft I cannot say I always enjoyed it. The class became quite difficult at times and receiving editing feedback and criticism was not always pleasant. Despite the rough patches, I believe that ultimately my writing has improved and developped it's own style. Of all assignments we've completed throughout this semester I particularly enjoyed the Memoirs as well as the speeches. These assignments allowed me to excel in what I enjoy most; writing on personal subjects and performing in front of an audience.

Thank you Mr.Heneke for passing on your knwledge of the craft!

Personality Quiz

Hey there everyone! Curious as to what kind of personality you may have? Well then be sure to check out this great site. Answer a few questions, that's all it takes!

http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp

Nerissa Zale

Nerissa Zale here! Well hello all of my fellow sea urchins. Hope all is well going well with you, for my life is a different case. You see I was born at the right time, simply in the wrong place. Now being almost nineteen years old and an independent women I wish to be free. Free of these waters and free of this tail. Yes, it's shiny and beautiful and all but it stops me from doing what I want most. To be with him.

Here's the thing, one morning at sunrise I awoke to the sound of rain. I swam to the top of the water and lay upon my favorite rock to relax. I heard weeping and then saw a man. A very handsome man. By himself and clearly in despair. We talked for hours and since then we meet once a week to share stories and simply talk about our lives. Falling for him wasn't in the plan, it just sort of happened you see. Timothy Grant is his name if you're curious. Everything was going just splendid until one day the Cordelia Sisters saw me speaking to a human. With their sharp fin and scaly tail they swam as fast as they could to my father, King of Sydney Sea and all that swims within it.

Angered by the news I've been kept on the shortest leash ever since. It's been three weeks since I last spoke to Timothy but it feels like months. This is why I've decided to make a few changes. I promised myself, no matter how much pain this will cause my father, tomorrow I shall go visit Alarice. The starfish of all starfish. She's been practicing seacraft for years and will have the perfect spell to fix all of this.

With a tail or not
I shall be with Timothy once and for all.

Although without would be preferred.



Name: Nerissa Zale     Type: Mermaid      Sex: Female     Hair: Aqua     Age: Eighteen years old    Height: (including tale) 5"11 Occupation: Member of Water Pollution Control Act     
 Hobbies: Making seashell jewelry and collecting rocks

Free Rice

Speaking of Free Rice, if you're interested in helping out a great cause and practicing your vocabulary check out this website!
http://freerice.com/#/english-vocabulary/1528


The galleon was moving quickly down the Norweigan Sea,
Cold water had runoff into the bow,
passengers didnt want to row.
Their oars gnashed against their homespun britches.
Men as strong as the galleon they sailed upon.
Last result, the men had no choice but to transgress.
May their sould rest in peace;
They did not defeat but atleast
 they fought, piece by piece.

Short Story Character

Aye, Aye Captain. Oh, well hello there fellow writer's, you caught me off guard. Major Butch Friesen here. I hope you all read the heroic tale The HomeComing. Not to brag or bost but I was the main role and all. Some may ask why I gave up the chance to be a hero and go down in history for defeating Mohammed Reda, just one of Al-Qaeda's most cold blooded killers. Well, I'll tell you why. Despite Rick Potter's poor flying skills I owed it to him to get that credit. Being partner's for years Potter and I grew close and had a strong bond. One in which we did not speak of but was evidentally present. He fought a hard fight against Reda but unfortunately didn't come out on top. I wanted Potter to go down with something to be remembered by. Something other soldiers will look up to him for and in hopes that he is never forgotten. That's what our troop does. We die together, we fly together. He may be gone but he will forever remain a hero to me and all other soldiers in the U.S Air Force. Whether Potter killed that terrorist or not, he'll always be a fighter to me.

You're Never Over.

The days are cold living without you and the nights are even longer.You may be gone but you're never over. Words cannot even begin to describe the pain you've caused  and continue to cause me. Leaving me wasn't part of our plan. But I guess no one can predict the future. Although I still find myself mad at you I must appreciate and give thanks for the time I had with you. No, I shall not say goodbye to you yet, or ever. Rather I'll see you again one day. Thank you for raising me and supporting me. Thank you for tucking me in every night and making sure my nightlight always had batteries. Thank you for late night movies, taking me to the park, teaching me how to skate and doing my hair for school. I miss these little things everyday. Not does one sleep go by that I don't thank the world for giving me you and not does one rise go  that I don't hate the world for taking you. Everything happens for a reason, well for whatever reason they had, it wasn't good enough. It doesn't get easier with time and whomever said this has clearly not lost someone as special as you. It's more something I've learned to live with. So I thank you for making my ten years with you something I can hold onto for always. I'm blessed to have a guardian angel like you. For you, I'll be sure to make you proud and for the moments that I don't, forgive me for I'm only young and stupid. Leaving me in this world without you is nothing but hell but I can't wait for the day that I get to join you in heaven. You're the reason. The reason for who I am today, who I will be one day and most of all the reason I wish to succeed. I owe it to you. Thanks Mom.