you could end up being the one for me that would throw me for a leap, you see don't know how I'd handle that In my mind, that idea has sat...   I toss it around like a tennis ball trying to deal with the reality of it all.   Taking pictures of me for you To look at- to view... Scares me to think of what you'll think Nose too stubborn? Cheeks too pink?   You've rearranged my head Made me think deeply about my bed My independence is questioned my future- possibly enlightened   All because of you- Someone I once knew   Not many do this to me Make me question who with I could be   Questions, wonderings, and nerves All inhabiting my mind as it swerves   Thank you for stopping me on my path changing my relationship math.   =November 4, 1999

bing bong bomb nothing's wrong bing bong song come on- sing along     bit bite blew snot into my shoe bit bite beat there is nothing to eat   mine yours hole i have a mole mine yours ours could you look at me for hours?   hey he who come hear Lou hey he me YOU are all i see   come came congo play on your bongo come came gone something's wrong.   =November 2, 1999

my writing too has been tinkered you create more in me that has lingered   you've added more volume to my imagination and more to my neuron congregation   flabbergasting sybil is not an easy task hopefully- you are not wearing a mask so odd to think of you rather than him placing me out on this emotional limb   jump into your arms- i hope with you, life- I can easier cope   missing you in minnesota blowing kisses to california   =November 1999

Enable your heart to send pain to your soul twist it, mix it, churn it out as power, truth, courage knowledge Enable your body to sliver from it's past skin hugs, kisses, touches to cleanse be ready for newness Enable yourself to prepare for love's losses and sometimes it is a fumble somedays it's a field goal Enable your spirit to come back- jump over the net to win the point soar into the hoop at a second Enable yourself for occurences that please you live them carefully, but with knowing not all will be lost if you lose the team's record could get broken anyway You could find another   And you have and you will.   =November 1999

LUCKY NUMBER SEVEN   It took god 7 days to create life It took me 7 days to get you through me don't be flattered because I redeveloped me in those 7 days I redesigned my crushed heart made it a f**king ROCK I cried- got you OUT of me in 7 days and now I write this little ditty about how good I feel after those 7 days 7 weeks later I was even stronger BISON LIKE in courage and guts in 7 months I will probably be with someone else and in these 7 minutes I have just realized how true this all is. I shall smile 7 smiles, eat a Twix, lose 7 pounds and not think of you until 7 o'clock...... =October 24, 1999

TITLE: Why does Mr. Clean wear an earring?

jellowalking in a maze of people

that APPEAR to know

what the world says and i don't

but contrary to

any beliefs popular or not, or both,

which is the same-

No one is more knowledgeable

in much more> even those like myself

who vow to trudge towards

ENLIGHTENMENT

on a daily time schedule.

How does it all function?

How do we find someone to catch our

drift> our individualness

our spiritual and personal nakedness?

Do they- will they jump into me

bibbed lap as i eat cereal around 6:16 am?

Does god whisper your path over a

candlelight lunch one day?

How do we find out? Through a BIG

PHONE BOOK SOMEWHERE? Does

USWest have the answer in the silver pages?

meanwhile I am teaching words

to little people that look up to me or at me

with eager eyes wanting their pupils

filled with wisdom

The more I say to them that I feel is

necessary

The more I am unsure

of how to put it> place it before

their innocence.

Young minds trying to blossom

with drugs or ungood activities.

How do I portray what they need?

Where do I go to get my own eyse filled?

Tattooed with wisdom.

i go jellowalking by my lakeshore

daydream about him and her

me and a future him

and ponder a time when i will

UNDERSTAND

though> i know that is unheard of

i know this as a teacher

i am a student of the world

=October 1999

FRESHMEN PAGE...

November 2000

• Fall Trimester: Fun Creative Projects.... Short Story Unit.... A Poetry Project... Romeo and Juliet... Winter Trimester: a novel of some sort.... a small research project.... Spring Trimester: Large Projects... another novel or play... another Short Story Unit and possibly end with some more poetry
• Midterm Projects will be discussed a few weeks into the school year and will be due in January...
• Final Projects will be handed out/ talked about in February and due in May...

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Freshmen Students' Writing

4 page fictional story

My fictional story starts out as me being king of the world. I am the

ruler of everything. My life couldn't be any better. I have the most

fun toys that anyone could ever ask for. Cause, of course I am the

ruler, the head honcho, the big cahuna, of all snowmobiles and dirt bikes

and 4-wheelers in the world. You can just call me "Bill Gates Jr." I

have so much money that that is what my bed is made out of. My

business�K and f marine co. That's right, there's only two of these stores

located in the world. One of which is in Battle Lake, MN. It's located

right in my very own house, about a half a block away from the school.

Right now I have just started, so there isn't any ATV's and what not in

stock yet, but their coming! For advertisement I have been using my

own equipment. It's all in mint condition and the best in the world.

My snowmobiles is an 980 rotax ski-doo summit, with all of the highest

features like heated handle grips, thumb warmer, heated seats, long

track, back rest, studs, ski skins, electric start, optional 2-up seat,

foot warmers, and much much more! The 4-wheeler is an 700 with all of the

top features, and the dirt bike is an 1000cc's with all of the top

features also. I really like to have some of my friends over so that they

can share the fun with me also, so I have about 5-10 people over every

other day to ride the stuff. Some people always say that it is good

for the engine to be run like that every now and then.

Being the richest person in the world makes me feel so good. It's

kind of like being a god, or the king of a country, knowing that there are

a lot of people out there that are willing to do what ever you'd want

them to do and knowing that they respect you above all other's.

The next day was the day that I would have some friends over to go out

and party by running the equipment that I own. There were seven

friends that showed up. We had a blast ridding the dirt bikes through all of

the snow that was on the ground. There was like know traction to get

any were fast, but that I think is what made it the most fun and the

most safest.

Tomorrow was the day that I had to get all of the equipment looked

over and checked, to make sure that everything was running correctly and

that there were no break downs and for futuristic references.

It is now the next day and I am on my way to the body shop. I just

had a call and the person on the other line said that there were a few

shipments of snowmobiles and four-wheelers coming in and that they would

call when they arrived at the house.

It has now been one and a half hours and they had just called and said

that by the time that I got home from the shop that they would be there

waiting for me and I would be there in approx. 5-10 minutes.

I got there safely and so did they. We unloaded them all found a spot

for them. Some how the word had gotten out that the shipments were in,

because there is a huge line waiting to buy brand new snowmobiles.

They range from about 7-9 of each brand of sled that they make. People

were there buying and buying and buying, while I was getting richer and

richer and richer. The sleds were getting fewer and fewer by the minute

and at about $6,500 a sled, I thought that was pretty good!

I don't know why but there was a noise in the background saying wake

up Benn, wake up. I did not know what it was but then all of a sudden

POOF!!!

I woke up and my mom was yelling at me to get out of bed cause I was

late for school. I was wondering what she was talking about when it was

still summer vacation, but I got up anyway and looked to see if all of

my money was still there, and it wasn't. "I dreamed all of that" I

said to myself? Darn it anyway. Oh well, at least I will still get to

have the best snowmobile in Battle Lake, for a while at least. Someday I

will be that rich and have those nice things like that.

The End By: Benn

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