Week Eight

Dear 8AM Math Class,

I can't decide how I feel about you. Some days, you are so convenient, but other days you are a nightmare. The worst sound in the world is hearing my alarm go off at 630 in the morning when it's time to wake up and get ready for you. I know it is my fault, I chose to be with you, I could of picked another time slot but you seemed like the best fit at the moment. Now I am questioning my decision... I can not seem to wake myself up half of the time to come to you and when I do, it is hard to concentrate because I am always so tired. I try sleeping earlier in the night time but it still never seems to be enough. I thought you would be so good for me, I enjoy having shorter days and being done by lunch time, I also like getting you over with first thing in my day (no offence). I feel like the relationship we have is going in the wrong direction and we need to make a change. I know I have made some mistakes here, like doing bad on the first test you gave me and dozing off every now and then but we can try our best and get through this. I promise to start coming every day and being my lively, concentrated self if you promise to please be nicer to me on my next midterm. If we keep these promises I think we can make it.

Sincerely,
Emma

Week Six

Man Wishes There Wasn't So Much Blank Room on Anniversary Card

     In Vancouver, Canada, this past weekend, Daniel Cooper spoke to a reporter about how he hates the amount of empty space on a lot of the anniversary cards and birthday cards at the gift shops. Cooper tells the reporter for each occasion, he goes into the store, spends a half hour reading all the cards and he always ends up leaving with one with the least amount of words on it. He says "I always tell myself I'll just buy one with a pretty flower on it saying how much I love her but I hate them all, so I leave thinking I can write something magnificent on my own and I get home and instantly regret it. Should buying a card really be that hard?" The question that haunts us all. Some men just want their wives to be thrilled by the effort put into giving them a card and it stresses men out. What will she say if I write too much or not enough? What will she do if I don't write anything at all? Men live in fear of letting the women in their lives down. Poor Daniel now has to struggle to fill up all that empty space and make it perfect to put a smile on his lady's face. 

Week Five

                                                                            Fall

                                                                               fa
                                                                              ll is
                                                                            my fav
                                                                         orite time
                                                                       of year, its
                                                                     fresh and cold
                                                                   and crisp and old
                                                                 Its colors bring every
                                                              one near, orange yellow
                                                          red brown its beauty is all a
                                                        round, the leaves fall gently to
                                                      the ground and its a playful time
                                                       for all, we laugh we smile our
                                                        cheeks turn bright red as the
                                                          winter starts to creep in, we
                                                              say goodbye to the pretty
                                                                 things we see in fall
                                                                                fa
                                                                                ll
                                                                                fa
                                                                                ll