kristyn littleton mrs. mcgee block 1b. about me letter to reader my life list my six word story two...
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Kristyn LittletonMrs. McGee
Block 1B
• About Me• Letter to Reader• My Life List• My Six Word Story• Two Written Assignments• One Piece of Creative Writing• My Soul• Three Other Pieces of Writing• External Links
Dear Reader,
A student begins to learn how to write in elementary school and continues to study the art of writing year after year. Throughout the years of elementary, middle, and high school I have learned how to express who I am and effectively discuss my own opinions through writing. It is difficult to reflect on the time I have spent working on my own writing because each year I learn so much. Each teacher shows me how to be a great writer, but each of them also share ideas that branch to the independence of the unique writing style that I try to captivate. As a young writer I had a tendency to only tell a story using simple details. In middle school I learned how to incorporate my feelings and thoughts into a paper. I also learned the correct structure of a successful paper. During the past four years I have learned how to analyze other pieces of writing as well as my own. Without writing in my life today it would be difficult to navigate through life.
Sincerely,Kristyn Littleton
-Learn to play guitar-Text a celebrity-Stay at the Luxor hotel in Vegas and meet Criss Angel-Fall in love-Raise a family-Write a song and play it in front of people-Travel out of the country-Get a poem published -Learn how to skateboard-Speak to God-See my sister again-Make my family proud-Own my own jet ski -Beat Rock Band 3 three times by using each instrument -Climb to the top of a mountain-Go to Yellowstone National Park-Train a tiger or any animal of the “big cat” family-Build a nice tree house-Graduate from Longwood University-Go snowboarding and skiing-Ride a horse on a trial or through the mountains-Try out for American Idol-Walk on water through faith-Create a logo for a big company-Go to Italy
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My 6 Word Story
Two Written Assignments
ROY G BIV Research Paper
College Essay
Memories to a Continued PathI remember the energy
The enthusiasm of my friends laughing around meWe would stare with passion in our eyes, as the forts we made came alive.
Our mothers would call and tell us, “Just twenty more minutes!”Playing war under the bundle of limbs,
Creatively making the weapons of “destruction”Escaping the boredom after the final battle.
Everyone wanders away to the quick sand to the leftPretending we can’t get away from the “Sand Man” hearing the words “Times
up!” The next morning the sun screams for attention.
Simply awaking with the summer heat of another enjoyable day Attempting to make my bed in the orderly fashion.
Eating half my peanut-butter bagel, As Rebel eats the other half I slip to him under the table.
It would have been wise to consider the effect of playing on a half empty stomach
Now, as my mind and spirit grew as fast as a shooting starI began to understand the importance of a well-balanced life
Keeping harmony with others, Sympathizing with those who were in need
While sitting in this forgotten fort, pondering who I will become in the future… Growing in my spiritually over the past years,
Feeling the calm and relaxing nature it presents me with.If everyone could understand this peace I’ve grown to know
Our communication with others would positively grow.Growing more a physical level,
And still on a mental level as well.Feeling infinite and smart
Seeming more sentient… To the things circling around me.
Becoming aware of my subconscious more than ever before.Living.
This world of opportunity.Unfortunately, filled with sorrow yet idealism.
A new love for humanity,Being contemplated in my mind.
Opening myself to this continued path…sparkling with imagination.
under the bundle of limbs, Creatively making the weapons of “destruction”
Escaping the boredom after the final battle. Everyone wanders away to the quick sand to the left
Pretending we can’t get away from the “Sand Man” hearing the words “Times up!”
The next morning the sun screams for attention.Simply awaking with the summer heat of another
enjoyable day Attempting to make my bed in the orderly fashion.
Eating half my peanut-butter bagel, As Rebel eats the other half I slip to him under the table.It would have been wise to consider the effect of playing
on a half empty stomach Now, as my mind and spirit grew as fast as a shooting
starI began to understand the importance of a well-balanced
lifeKeeping harmony with others,
Sympathizing with those who were in needWhile sitting in this forgotten fort, pondering who I will
become in the future… Growing in my spiritually over the past years,
Feeling the calm and relaxing nature it presents me with.If everyone could understand this peace I’ve grown
Memories to a Continued PathI remember the energy The enthusiasm of my friends laughing around meWe would stare with passion in our eyes, as the forts we made came alive.Our mothers would call and tell us, “Just twenty more minutes!”Playing war under the bundle of limbs, Creatively making the weapons of “destruction”Escaping the boredom after the final battle. Everyone wanders away to the quick sand to the leftPretending we can’t get away from the “Sand Man” hearing the words “Times up!” The next morning the sun screams for attention.Simply awaking with the summer heat of another enjoyable day Attempting to make my bed in the orderly fashion. Eating half my peanut-butter bagel, As Rebel eats the other half I slip to him under the table.It would have been wise to consider the effect of playing on a half empty stomach Now, as my mind and spirit grew as fast as a shooting starI began to understand the importance of a well-balanced lifeKeeping harmony with others, Sympathizing with those who were in needWhile sitting in this forgotten fort, pondering who I will become in the future… growing in my spiritually over the past years,Feeling the calm and relaxing nature it presents me with.If everyone could understand this peace I’ve grown to knowOur communication with others would positively grow.Growing more a physical level,And still on a mental level as well.Feeling infinite and smartSeeming more sentient… To the things circling around me.Becoming aware of my subconscious more than ever before.Living.This world of opportunity.Unfortunately, filled with sorrow yet idealism.A new love for humanity,Being contemplated in my mind.Opening myself to this continued path…sparkling with imagination.
Memories to a Continued PathI remember the energy
The enthusiasm of my friends laughing around meWe would stare with passion in our eyes, as the forts we made came alive.
Our mothers would call and tell us, “Just twenty more minutes!”Playing war under the bundle of limbs,
Creatively making the weapons of “destruction”Escaping the boredom after the final battle.
Everyone wanders away to the quick sand to the leftPretending we can’t get away from the “Sand Man” hearing the words “Times up!”
The next morning the sun screams for attention.Simply awaking with the summer heat of another enjoyable day
Attempting to make my bed in the orderly fashion. Eating half my peanut-butter bagel,
As Rebel eats the other half I slip to him under the table.It would have been wise to consider the effect of playing on a half empty stomach
Now, as my mind and spirit grew as fast as a shooting starI began to understand the importance of a well-balanced life
Keeping harmony with others, Sympathizing with those who were in need
While sitting in this forgotten fort, pondering who I will become in the future… Growing in my spiritually over the past years,
Feeling the calm and relaxing nature it presents me with.If everyone could understand this peace I’ve grown to know
Our communication with others would positively grow.Growing more a physical level,
And still on a mental level as well.Feeling infinite and smartSeeming more sentient…
To the things circling around me.Becoming aware of my subconscious more than ever before.
Living.This world of opportunity.
Unfortunately, filled with sorrow yet idealism.A new love for humanity,
Being contemplated in my mind.Opening myself to this continued path…sparkling with imagination.
Everyone wanders away to the quick sand to the leftPretending we can’t get away from the “Sand Man” hearing the words “Times up!” The next morning the sun screams for attention.Simply awaking with the summer heat of another enjoyable day Attempting to make my bed in the orderly fashion. Eating half my peanut-butter bagel, As Rebel eats the other half I slip to him under the table.It would have been wise to consider the effect of playing on a half empty stomach Now, as my mind and spirit grew as fast as a shooting starI began to understand the importance of a well-balanced lifeKeeping harmony with others, Sympathizing with those who were in needWhile sitting in this forgotten fort, pondering who I will become in the future… Growing in my spiritually over the past
Creative Writing:
Creatively making the weapons of “destruction”
Escaping the boredom after the final battle.
Everyone wanders away to the quick sand to the leftPretending we can’t get
away from the “Sand Man” hearing the words “Times
up!” The next morning the sun
screams for attention.Simply awaking with the summer heat of another
enjoyable day Attempting to make my bed
in the orderly fashion. Eating half my peanut-butter
bagel, As Rebel eats the other half I slip to him under the table.It would have been wise to
consider the effect of playing on a half empty stomach
Now, as my mind and spirit grew as fast as a shooting
starI began to understand the
importance of a well-balanced life
By: Kristyn Littletonwith others,
Memories to a Continued PathI remember the energy The enthusiasm of my friends laughing around meWe would stare with passion in our eyes, as the forts we made came alive.Our mothers would call and tell us, “Just twenty more minutes!”Playing war under the bundle of limbs, Creatively making the weapons of “destruction”Escaping the boredom after the final battle. Everyone wanders away to the quick sand to the leftPretending we can’t get away from the “Sand Man” hearing the words “Times up!” The next morning the sun screams for attention.Simply awaking with the summer heat of another enjoyable day Attempting to make my bed in the orderly fashion. Eating half my peanut-butter bagel, As Rebel eats the other half I slip to him under the table.It would have been wise to consider the effect of playing on a half empty stomach Now, as my mind and spirit grew as fast as a shooting starI began to understand the importance of a well-balanced lifeKeeping harmony with others, Sympathizing with those who were in needWhile sitting in this forgotten fort, pondering who I will become in the future…
Growing in my spiritually over the past years,Feeling the calm and relaxing nature it presents me with.
If everyone could understand this peace I’ve grown to knowOur communication with others would positively grow.
Growing more a physical level,And still on a mental level as well.
Feeling infinite and smartSeeming more sentient…
To the things circling around me.Becoming aware of my subconscious more than ever before.
Living.This world of opportunity.
Unfortunately, filled with sorrow yet idealism.A new love for humanity,
Being contemplated in my mind.Opening myself to this continued path…sparkling with imagination.
My Soul
Three Writing Assignments from Years Before…
• Love and Hate Poem
• Pollution Research Paper
• Spanish Poem
External Links
Longwood University http://www.longwood.edu/
Virginia Marine Aquariumhttp://www.vmsm.com/
Advanced Technology Centerhttp://www.vbatc.com/about.html
Fender Guitars http://www.fender.com/