P.S.

I am SO glad i do not have to write benisawesome every time I sign on!!!!

I hand in my pen (figuratively)

Adieu

Farewell Creative Writing Class 101. My time spent here will never be forgotten. (I mean I did learn how to spell here). Ms. Rut, you will be missed. But remember, anytime you watch Homestarrunner, we will be there. Whenever you watch the Carve-nival episode of Homestarrunner, we will especially be there. Whenever you read a boring nature adventure story, think of us, and we will get you through it. When times get you down, think of all the times you made fun of me for being sad.

I will leave you with a poem entitled Good Bye Ms. Rut:

Good bye Ms. Rut,

you are not a poser.

You were/are a very good teacher,

I will miss you next year.

(I was never good at writing poems.)

ILOVEYOUMS.RUT!!!!!

Love,

Liz (I'm not posting my last name due to internet stalkers)

A.K.A. TheLiz (Not The Cheat)

And so it ends . . .

. . . and I can't even believe it. It's over---all of it---the laborious slow start---all that whining about spelling and writers' block---the crushing ennui---and then a spark---Pumpkin Carve-nival---the rest is history.

It all seemed to blossom into life after that---the Spektors' adventures in Baker's closet, Corny the Clown, Reginald, Gregoringourothtroglgor [I was never quite sure what his name was]---Ben's self-revelatory musings---the Point Park Guy---

What can be said about the characters you created? That Jeanette Sinclair and Victor [did he have a last name?], often referred to as Victory, for reasons unknown---might just be the single greatest characters in the history of literature?

And thank God Mac, with the help of Humphrey, in spite of his carnivorous conflicts, saved the Gulf of Mexico by plugging the oil leak!!! I wish, oh I wish, it was true.

I love you both and I will miss you forever---the Carve-nival will never the same. Please, please, please never stop writing. The world will be lonely without you---but on the up side---you'll still be here!!!!!!!

Thank you for coming in early and staying late---and always being absolutely, devastatingly funny. You make me happy just knowing that every day you'll both be somewhere making somebody laugh out loud.

Love and best wishes for your brilliant futures!!!

KR

PS: Please do something to restore the self-esteem of the Jeniuses before you leave. Maybe have them go into Baker's closet and come back out again.

Fare Ye Well Creative Writing.

Farewell year long creative writing class that was supposed to be only a semester, but lasted all year and I'm sure glad it did. I will miss you dearly. You have taught me so much about life, friendship, and that nature adventure stories are just not interesting. I hope you can go on without us creative writing, but I feel that it will just disappear without the awesomeness of the Spektors constantly raising the standards. I will miss you Ms Rut. Your witty, sarcastic comments always made me laugh, as did your making fun of TheLiz's spelling abilities. She learned by the end of the year how spell check worked. The characters we created almost came to life. It was literally as if Victor and Jeanette had the personalities of two of the most awesome creative writers ever (wink, wink). The greatest lesson I learned from my journey through creative writing is that you can write creatively about anything, but whether or not it's actually interesting is another matter. After years of the public school system destroying my creativity, it was stimulated once again thanks to Ms Rut and the awesomeness of the blog. Good bye creative writing. I wish we had more time together.

This is Night Spektor Ben aka Epic man signing off.

Corny the Clown

Gregingor was in his glory. Not only had he found Corny (and in return arrested him on account of his rap sheet was a mile long. Not only had he ran from the police... countless times... but he was also one of the biggest drug traffickers in the US. He used his line of red noses as a cover for his unmatched drug sales.) but he had also caught Reginald, a slave master and as it turned out a murderer. Gregingor didn't think Reginald killed his out of date circus workers himself, but he did order it to happen.

Gregingor was happiest most of all because he had proved his fellow cops wrong. They said he couldn't catch Corny and he did. He couldn't wait to get down to the station and rub it in EVERYONE'S face.

As he slapped the handcuffs on Corny and his sniffing friend slapped them on Reginald he started to brag. Brag about how he the magnificent Gregingor had caught the mischievous and unreachable Corny.

Just when he was about to put Corny in the cop car and lock him away for good something terrible happened. Something absolutely dreadful. The worst thing ever in fact.

Corny escaped.

(Bet you didn't see that coming!)

Hungry

My stomach is growling like the angry dog down the street. You know the one that comes running at you when you walk past the house, but then it gets strangled by it's leash. You laugh at that dog because you think he can never get you, but one of these days that chain is going to break, and then who's going to be laughing? The dog that's who. But yeah anyway I'm hungry... and I just wrote this post so I could post on the second to last day of creative writing.

Stuffy Nose

my nose is plugged as my nose runs

it's an amazing feat of God.