Place of Thinking

Writing about something that I want say but I can’t think of anything to write about. This school year I saw that my English class wasn’t the same teacher, but Mr. Mayo looked like a nice and technical person. As the year went on I stared to lose my interest in that class, our class was loud Mr.Mayo was yelling and we didn’t go on the computers that much.  Now our class is more interesting because of the play were doing from Shakespeare called As You Like It. We get to go to Mr. Stelzners class an watch movies and take notes with our friends, I would of hoped in the middle of the year English class would of been more interesting. I think that Mr. Mayo is a fun teacher, he makes jokes and talks with us on the computer. Sometimes he can be tough in giving out detentions and sometimes I know that he is correct but Mr. Mayo is and might still be cool at the end of the year. From your friend.

It’s 11:00 I’m walking to my room, lay down thinking on what is going to happen the next day and then, BOOM, In the light I see a person but I can’t tell who. I see that it’s my mom, she tells me that I need to write an essay about what interests me about this program called Pre-College Program. I grab my head and say “why didn’t you tell me this before” I walk to my computer. I was given a chance to participate in this program that allows me to go to the University of Maryland for 6 week in the summer. I turn on my computer and while I’m waiting I close my Eyes, imagining what is going to happen when I go to college and the it hits me. I write what interests me about going to college and about myself, but then I’m so into the work that when I look at the clock it said 2:00 am. I finish my essay, save, print, put it on the dinning room table and. Beep, Beep, Beep. I open my eyes and see the clock it’s 6:30 am I say “it’s time for school.” Confused I realize that it was all a dream and grab my essay and give it to the counselor and the day begins.