Final Reflection

1. Uh-Oh was probably my favorite thing that I wrote. It was so much fun creating my own book and getting feedback on it. Childhood was a really fun writing post too, it really helped me look back on when I was younger and all of the great times I had.
2. My favorite thing to read this year were the children's books. I really like Meredith's Macy and Chip story. It really showed her personality and take on life.
3. Setting up my blog was so easy that I made it difficult. I never mess with technology most of the time. I just made my blogs name my name to keep it simple. I think the people at my table read it and a couple other people from around this room. I don’t really care who reads, as long as they enjoyed reading it. I might use it in the future when I write some random stories.
4. Journaling can be hard for me if I don’t have someone tell me what I need to write. I can come up with something eventually but it’s usually really hard. I have all sorts of things in my journals, unfinished stories, poems. I don’t want anyone to read it. I probably will not continue journaling if I do it’ll be to finish the story.
5. Drugs

Makeup is a type of drug. You start out every so often just for fun and then you realize you like it, like the way it feels, like the way you feel. So you wear it more and more and more and then it slowly becomes a need to wear it. Eventually you get to the point in which you don’t want to leave the house without it. If you’re ever running late and don’t have the time you spend the rest of the day avoiding eye contact at all costs or you just skip whatever you were going to. Makeup can be a problem, it can be an addiction. But, can’t anything?

6. She blinked in the overwhelming darkness, her senses slowly coming to life. She questioned herself as to why she was awake. Her alarm hadn’t woken her up so what did? There was no possibility of going back to sleep now, grumpily sighing and swinging her legs out of bed she put her foot down. Silently cursing she yanked it back up and was muttering incoherently when she felt the prickle of someone watching her. Warily she glanced around the room as the prickles continued traveling up and down her spine. Disturbed she put her feet on the floor again wincing slightly at the biting cold. She suspected it was probably her stupid brother, and if it was she was going to punch him in the face and happily go back to bed while his blood dried on her knuckles.
7. I plan on continuing to write my stories. I don’t really get anything other than the satisfaction of knowing I can write a story. My story writing is something I want to do, writing at school is something I have to do.
8. Thank you for reading my stories and offering me feedback, critique, and encouragement.