MS. RUT!!!

I don't get the google docs way that we evaluate ourselves. Can we just do our evaluation on here or send you an e-mail or something like that? Maybe you could teach me how to use it if you want to continue google docs.

With all my love,

Liz

The Big Burb That Came Out of Billy the Boy

Tis' the night of Thanksgiving

around 8 o'clock.

Billy the Boy's tummy

is going a flop.

He ate too much turkey,

too many orange yams.

He scarved down the coleslaw

and did a number to the ham.

Billy laid on the couch

his stomach perfectly round.

His mom is concerned

for a moan is what he's making, it's the only sound.

His mom rubbed his little tummy

and patted his back.

All of a sudden he burped

and set his mom flying like a sack.

It wasn't a normal burb,

oh no.

It was the loudest, smelliest, most gigantic burb

in the town of Corsico.

His mom teared up,

his sisters all gagged.

His father started laughing,

he was proud of his son, he did not nag.

Once again it was quiet

on the night of Thanksgiving,

Billy the Boy feeling better,

his burp was no longer living.

The moral of this story

girls and boys.

Never let a burp grow,

let it flow and have joys.

Gobbles the Gallant Gobbler

Thanksgiving Day. The one day when all turkey's, young and old, fear the most. The evil butcher was out to get them. He would pen them up behind his shop unjustly, they would be there, left alone to await their awful fate. But one turkey, one small turkey felt that he could prevent this from happening. This turkey was different than the rest. He was a crime fighter, a super hero that would even help the human race, but on this day his only motive was to save as his two brothers from the evil butcher.

As he slowly walked down the street Gobbles' (yes i realize it's cliche) head hung. He was depressed. He knew that his brothers were in grave danger, and that he only had twenty-four hours to save them from The Butcher. This was such a large task for one turkey, but he was the only one capable of doing it. He had the means, the equipment, and the will. He was essentially the turkey version of Batman, but not with the crappy disguise voice that Christian Bale used in the Dark Knight. Also he didn't have an underlying reason for fighting crime on a normal day, he just felt it was something he was supposed to do.

As Gobbles neared his secret hideout, which was a barn on a farm owned by this guy named Ted, he realized how easy it really should be to save his brothers from the clutches of The Butcher. The Butcher was not a smart man, he was slow, but violent. Gobbles felt however that he should be able to out wit The Butcher. He had a plan, but it involved Ted actually buying his two brothers alive. Gobbles wasn't sure if he could convince Ted to do this mainly because he wasn't sure if Ted could understand him. He had to try though. He had no choice.

Gobbles walked up to Ted and spoke. "Gobble"

"What do you need Gobbles?"

"Gobble."

"You do realize i can't understand you right?"

Gobbles had feared this, so he decided he'd attempt to draw a picture of what he needed. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil and drew out his plan.

"Wow Gobbles you are one really smart turkey, but I'm not sure i can convince The Butcher to sell me two live turkeys. He's a fan of selling less live turkeys. They're usually frozen and ready for cooking, but I'll see what I can do."

Gobbles had hoped for this and knew that Ted would never be able to convince The Butcher to sell him two live turkeys. Gobbles real plan was to have The Butcher distracted and while he was doing this Gobbles would open the gate of the pen his brothers were in and they would be free.

Gobbles went to bed that night feeling pretty good about what he had planned out. He didn't see anyway that it could possible fail. He wasn't even going to bring any of his crime fighting gear with him because he felt it wouldn't be needed. Yes, he thought to himself, tomorrow will be the easiest mission I have ever gone on.

At the crack of dawn Gobbles was awake. He knew there was only so much time after The Butcher's shop opened to save his brothers. He hopped into the truck with Ted and off they went.

Once in town Gobbles got out of the truck so he could circle around to the back of the shop. He reached the point of his objective only to find something terrifying. There were two large dogs guarding the turkey pen. He had not expected this, and wasn't sure of his next plan of attack. If he flew over top of the pen and released it from the inside then his brothers and himself would surely be mauled by the dogs. His only option was to fight off the dogs, and get them away from the pen. He didn't have much time to do this. The Butcher didn't talk for very long to his customers. He only had one thing on his mind, and that was to butcher.

Gobbles had one shot at his plan and he had to set it into motion quickly. He flew to the top of a tree with a rope he found and tied it to a limb. He took a second to think what he was doing over, and then swung on the rope over top of the dogs grabbed his brothers and landed on the other side of the pen away from the dogs. The quickly ran away from The Butcher's shop back to the hide-out.

Gobbles knew that he had only saved two turkeys from being eaten that Thanksgiving Day, but if he could do that every year he would consider the day a victory for turkey's everywhere.

Tired

Eye-lids heavy

Yawning occurring

It has been a very taxing week

I have missed my creative writing class

But right now i would just like to sleep

My bed sounds great right now

But I'm here in school

Because I have to be

Oh I am tired.

College

College:

Ask any person and their view is different.

For some it's a place to discover themself and become the person they knew they would be,

for others it's a time to party and get trashed Thursday through Saturday.

Some will tell you it's a time to learn so you can get a good career,

and others feel that this is where you'll meet all kinds of people to enhance your life.

I personally can not wait to go to college.

I can't wait for new experiences and new freedom.

To meet new people and live in a place with an entirelly different culture.

I can't wait to go learn the skills I'll need for my career.

I can't wait for a new experience in my life.

Thank You

To those who have fallen

We thank you

For the sacrifice you made

Doing a job most of us wouldn't do

To those who have served

We salute you

For putting your life in danger

For going to distant lands

Not knowing what you'll encounter

From the Revolution to the current war

You have gone into battle

Prepared to lay down your life

Not knowing if you'll return home

On Veterans Day

We take the time to say thank you

We shouldn't just be telling you this one day a year

We should constantly make an effort

To show you gratitude

For doing what you do

Being the best of us all

What's your weekly?

Hey, you guys!!!!!!

Click here to indicate which piece of writing you wish to submit for this week's eval. I'll give you time now to marvel at the organization.

Will I Make It This Winter?

I sit shivering underneath my snuggie and zebra print fleece blanket. I'm wearing two pairs of sweatpants, a hoodie, a long sleeved shirt, mittens, and a hat. I'm still cold.

I'm always cold.

Then one day I went to Ms. Rut's room and she had all the windows flung open and the cold air was dispersing itself throughout the room. I almost didn't make that day. My fingers could barely type the next installment of the Night Specktors. Which I should probably be working on that right now, but I'm way too cold.

I wish I had a portable fire.

The Song In My Head

Sitting in class

The teacher droning on

About something I think I'll never use

The song pops into my head

The lyrics pierce my brain

I cannot focus any longer

My head starts to bob

And I'm lost for the period

The song won't stop playing

It's an ever changing constant

The words may change

But it's always there

Keeping my mind off of school

Greetings Creative Writing students, one and all!

On this, the day I learned that William Shatner, one of my personal heroes, has been immortalized and enshrined in wax at Madame Tussaud’s Wax Museum---as Captain Kirk [photo left from http://www.exploreli.com/topics/Hollywood]---need I say more?----I am officially posting to the blogs [because the wiki refuses to hold up its end of the bargain and actually function as a space] my ideas about class requirements. And here they are:

But first, allow me to add this!

I'm thinking that a good way to fulfill our requirements that I, as your teacher, actually make assignments and grade your work might be to do the following:

Genre Selection: Your call, mostly.

Number of written pieces: 1 per week for a weekly "did I create anything?" score

[necessary for edline update purposes]. These pieces will

be posted to the blog or submitted using googledocs to the wiki or just left

on googledocs for that matter.

Formal graded pieces: 1 every 4 weeks for a "big" grade. You select your best piece. Submit it with a "defense for submission"---what makes this your best piece?

Evaluation of Formal piece: Self, Peer, Teacher

Rubrics: To be created collaboratively by all of us in our next discussion post. [If the wiki ever works.]

The Big Thing: Individual Writing Portfolio, the contents and presentation medium of which we will discuss later.

So----tell me what you think. Use this discussion board [but you can't because the wiki remains recalcitrant---just use comments] to input your ideas on requirements, grading, portfolio format.

The Chicken Nugget Incident

It began in lunch.

A chicken nugget grenade was thrown.

The War Began.

Stephen the representative of Switzerland started the war by doing a triple back flip while throwing the grenade on to the table of Australia. A major insult to their country. Australia consisted of Ben, Liz, Adrienne, Dan and Seth. The other player in the game was North Korea made up of James, the Leahys and Ben Wolbs (who couldn't seem to keep his hands off of unsuspecting citizens of Australia).

The grenade landed on the health book as the citizens of Australia ducked and covered. It didn't explode contrary to beliefs. Believing the grenade had come from North Korea (because who would really think that Switzerland would start a war, I mean, come on) the citizens of Australia decided to fight back and throw the grenade at North Korea.

The grenade was spiraled over to the North Korea table hitting Ryan mercilessly in the back of the head sending him flying out of his chair.

Australia began singing their national anthem. The Chicken Nugget Song.

North Korea, in a rage, retaliated with the grenade. Seth then fell victim to the chicken nugget grenade. The force lifted him spinning out of his chair on to the table (don't worry about the physics of this. It could happen).

North Korea at this time had built a forification by using their table as a device to hide behind.

Seth was angry. He could never let anyone get the best of him so in his blind rage he chucked the grenade in James' direction.

No one saw what would happen next coming.

James told Wolb's to pretend to throw the chicken at Ben to make him flinch so James (who really had the nugget) could hit him in the face. The plan worked flawlessly except no one noticed Wolb's because no one ever does. The chicken hit Ben's neck throwing him up against the wall and then the chicken slowly slithered down his shirt.

Ben was injured. Ben's pride was gone. Ben only had one thing left to do. Throw the chicken back.

It was a poor toss and hit nothing, but Farly chose this throw to notice the war for the first time.

She came running and screaming towards Ben.

"Seniors don't throw chicken nuggets! We're going to send people like you who throw chicken nuggets into the world!" (imagine hearing this over and over and that was the speech she gave).

The only revenge was to blame the spilled milk on James.

And so Australia did.

And James had to clean up the spilled milk. Farly believed he did it due to the note on top signed "James Gilifan did this" in two seperate handwritings, none of which were James.

The bell rang and the war was over as Stephen sat in the corner saying "look what I've done".

The End!!!

Waiting For Ben

Tis the day that I wait,

I wait so long.

Ben's computer isn't working,

and his singing isn't coxing it to work.

I really wish it would,

for I can't take his now angry words any longer.

If he throws the computer,

it would be pretty funny.

Tony the tech guy might have a different opinion and yell at him,

just like Farly.