A Day of No Sleep

Yesterday morning my parents came and woke me up at 5:30. I normally don't get up until 7:00 so I wasn't happy about getting up. We didn't have power and my parents wanted to make sure we got up and ready for school. Our phone lines were down so we didn't get the call about no school. I get ready and it is freezing cold in our house, I call James to see if there is school or not. His dad answers and tells us that school's canceled. He said my sisters and I could go to their house because we didn't have power. So around 8:00 we head over there. Once we get there we put Hairspray and try to go to sleep. My sister fell asleep immediately. Unfortunately I didn't. I stayed awake the whole day. Then I went to the Winter Jam concert with my youth group. That was really fun and I had a great time. But by the end of the concert I was ready to collapse. I drove home from the church in a daze. I am very thankful I didn't drive into the ditch or something. I didn't get home until 11:00 and didn't get to sleep until midnight. I thought about it while I was laying in my bed looking at the clock, I had been awake for over 18 hours. Waking up for school this morning was the last thing I wanted to do. I am extremely tired right now and want to go home and do nothing but sleep.

Monsters were Everywhere

I had the typical childhood fear, I was afraid of monsters in the dark. The thing that made me even more of a wimp was that I wasn't just afraid of monsters under the bed. I was afraid of monsters everywhere. Anyplace I went and I had to go into a dark room by myself I would sprint to the light switch to turn it on immediately. Well, when I was younger, my sister's youth group would come over all the time. We'd have a campfire at our house and then we played flashlight tag. As you can see, my fear of monsters presented a problem. Flashlight tag is obviously played in the dark. Whenever we played that game I would not go anywhere by myself. The summer that the movie Signs came out we, as usual, had a campfire and everyone came over. I hadn't seen the movie yet so I imagined it to be this horrifying movie. We have a cornfield basically in our backyard. I was in my hiding spot, which was by the cornfield. The guys in the youth group always teased me, they never passed up the oppurtunity to do so. I was crouching behind the bushes when something jumped out of the field screaming. I hopped up so fast that someone would have thought the ground was on fire. I ran as fast as I could across the yard, I was near crying. Afterwords I figured out who it was that scared me and I punched them but still, I was the laughing stock of the evening.

My Definition of a Poem

Poems are stories in a certain form. They are just written different in the way that they have a certain number of lines or a certain number of syllables or things like that. Poems can either be happy, sad, angry or any other emotion you can think of. Rhyming poems are not the only type of poems. The majority of them do not rhyme. There are so many different kinds of poems out there. Haiku, freewrite, couplet, and a ton more. Poems can be about anything the writer wants it to be about. They can be about anything from how your day went to wars around the world. Poems do not have to be about huge things that have happened. They can tell of simple, little things that have happened to you. Most poems have a point to them. Even if it is a hidden message or one a reader can pick out immediatly. Poems have meaning in them. Some really good poems can make the reader feel the emotion the writer put into the poem. I think that's what makes a really good poem. Basically, poems have the option of being anything. There isn't a limit on what it can be.