Play time
“No I don’t want to go!” Screaming and crying we headed to the daycare. I begged my mom to let me stay home with Brittany, “its not fair, I don’t want to go!” I didn’t let go, just kept on crying and holding on. The unfamiliar lady grabs me and takes me into the living room. I ran back to the door and screamed for my mother to come back.
When I was 3 and a half my mother got a full time job and had to bring me to the neighbors daycare. The ladies name was Karen, it turned out she had a daughter that was 2 months older than me, her name was Jaymie. After I got used to the daycare, we always played together, though I always started off by sitting in my most favorite and most calming spot; In the corner under the kitchen table. She always walked over to me and brought me into the loud, fun filled playroom where theres a paradise of everything you could ever wish for, TOYS! Screaming and hollering. They threw the toys around the room, banging them off the walls.
Me and Jaymie did just about the same as all the others, screaming, whining, crying and most of all being energetic! We bounced off the cream colored walls, scooted down the porch stairs on our butts. Splishing and splashing in the mud puddles, swooshing down the slides, running and diving onto the swings face forward. Having a competition of who can jump the farthest off of the swing. Or whose shoes could smash into the house, I can just see those shoes flapping in the wind –Whoosh. Into the bulkhead the shoe went.
Jaymie always claims she won. Always did everything first, always in the middle seat between me and Brendan. Always getting the first snack, sneaking out of nap time going down in her brothers room to watch Tom and Jerry or Spongebob Squarepants.
When I got to second grade my mother finally lets me stay home with Brittany even though now I scream and cry because I don’t get to go to my best friends house every single day. We all work it out, we got play dates every other day. Which lead to family get togethers and spending most of the time at her house and or she’s over at mine. We go everywhere together. And to this day in 2012 we still are best friends but not as close as we were when we were younger but still very close. Every time we’re together I get the eventful and fun memories of our childhood.
I chose this piece of work because I really enjoy the beginning of the piece, it was put together well. I really liked writing up the vignettes because I was able to choose every topic I really wanted to write, instead of getting assigned a write up. This piece of work shows that I can get really creative and caring and develop well paragraphs once I'm really into the topic. But the one thing that it doesn't show as a good English student is when I put in many different facts in different paragraph and make it so many different things are going on and being said. It shows the improvement and differences of one piece of work when I don't really like the prompt compared to something I want to write and what I enjoyed.
“No I don’t want to go!” Screaming and crying we headed to the daycare. I begged my mom to let me stay home with Brittany, “its not fair, I don’t want to go!” I didn’t let go, just kept on crying and holding on. The unfamiliar lady grabs me and takes me into the living room. I ran back to the door and screamed for my mother to come back.
When I was 3 and a half my mother got a full time job and had to bring me to the neighbors daycare. The ladies name was Karen, it turned out she had a daughter that was 2 months older than me, her name was Jaymie. After I got used to the daycare, we always played together, though I always started off by sitting in my most favorite and most calming spot; In the corner under the kitchen table. She always walked over to me and brought me into the loud, fun filled playroom where theres a paradise of everything you could ever wish for, TOYS! Screaming and hollering. They threw the toys around the room, banging them off the walls.
Me and Jaymie did just about the same as all the others, screaming, whining, crying and most of all being energetic! We bounced off the cream colored walls, scooted down the porch stairs on our butts. Splishing and splashing in the mud puddles, swooshing down the slides, running and diving onto the swings face forward. Having a competition of who can jump the farthest off of the swing. Or whose shoes could smash into the house, I can just see those shoes flapping in the wind –Whoosh. Into the bulkhead the shoe went.
Jaymie always claims she won. Always did everything first, always in the middle seat between me and Brendan. Always getting the first snack, sneaking out of nap time going down in her brothers room to watch Tom and Jerry or Spongebob Squarepants.
When I got to second grade my mother finally lets me stay home with Brittany even though now I scream and cry because I don’t get to go to my best friends house every single day. We all work it out, we got play dates every other day. Which lead to family get togethers and spending most of the time at her house and or she’s over at mine. We go everywhere together. And to this day in 2012 we still are best friends but not as close as we were when we were younger but still very close. Every time we’re together I get the eventful and fun memories of our childhood.
I chose this piece of work because I really enjoy the beginning of the piece, it was put together well. I really liked writing up the vignettes because I was able to choose every topic I really wanted to write, instead of getting assigned a write up. This piece of work shows that I can get really creative and caring and develop well paragraphs once I'm really into the topic. But the one thing that it doesn't show as a good English student is when I put in many different facts in different paragraph and make it so many different things are going on and being said. It shows the improvement and differences of one piece of work when I don't really like the prompt compared to something I want to write and what I enjoyed.